The Fort Chapter 1 mm, oral, anal By Durango Dan Henry was my best friend, although he hated that name. Everyone calls him Hank. Even his parents call him Hank. I could never figure out why they just didn’t name him that when he was born. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. We live three houses apart and spend all our free time together. Hank and I just turned 13 and now officially teenagers. We were at that awkward stage, to young to play with the big kids but to big to play with the little ones. Since it was the very first week of summer vacation, we were sitting on the picnic table in the backyard trying to figure out what to do this summer. “What are you boys up too?” My dad asked as he pushed the lawn mower out of the garage. “Not much dad. There’s nothing much for us to do this summer.” I complained. Dad sat down on the table next to me. He put his arms around me and told me that I needed a project to work on. I looked at him thinking that he was going to make me mow the lawn. He smiled at me knowing what I was thinking. He told me that when he was about my age, his best friend and him built a great tree house. He said that it was their secret spot and nobody else knew where it was. “Hey Paul, that sounds like it might be fun.” Hank said smiling broadly. “Yeah dad, we could find a spot in the woods behind the house here.” “I bet you could. Why don’t you two go scope out a site.” Dad told us. “Wait a second, I’ll be right back.” Dad came back with a pencil and a piece of paper. He drew a tree telling us that we should look for a tree like the drawing. He explained that it needed to have some thick branches to support the floor and high enough up so someone couldn’t climb up unless they had a ladder or rope. “Come on Hank, lets go find us a good tree in a good spot.” “Okay Paul, you lead the way, you know these woods better than I do.” We headed out of the backyard and into the woods. The woods stretch for about a mile back and more than that to the sides. There were several well beaten paths through the wood that people take to save time in their travels. We followed a path for a ways then cut off through the thick undergrowth. Hank and I looked at each big tree to see if it matched the drawing dad gave to us. “Hey, look at that one over there.” Hank yelled pointing at a huge oak tree that stood in the middle of a small clearing. We made our way over to it and compared it to the drawing. “Heck yeah, it’s a perfect match.” I said excitedly. “Now all we have to do is build the darn thing.” Hank laughed. “This is going to be fun.” I told him. “Where are we going to get the wood to build it?” “I don’t know, I’ll ask dad if he has some old boards that we can have.” “Okay, I’ll see if my dad has any too.” Hank said. I looked around thinking how great this place was. Once up in the tree, we would be able to see if anyone was coming from any direction. We agreed that this was the one that we wanted. Hank and I hurried back to my house to talk to dad. He was just finishing cutting the grass. He asked us if we found a good tree. We told him that we found a perfect one. “Do you have any old boards we could use dad?” “Sure, you know if you want, I’ll be glad to help you build it.” “Really dad, you’d help us.” “Sure, it might be fun.” “Cool, Mr. Snyder. When can we get started.” Hank said rubbing in hands together in excitement. “Well, let’s go look at that old tree and take some measurements. Then we can figure out what we need.” Dad answered. We headed down the trail in the woods. Dad told us all about his tree house as we walked. I pointed to the spot that we veered off the path before. The three of us made our way through the underbrush to the clearing. “There it is Mr. Snyder. That big one in the clearing.” “Wow, perfect spot. You can see all around. We’ll have to put windows on all sides.” Dad boosted me up so I could stand on one of the branches. He told me where to measure then wrote the figures down on the paper. He sketched a rough drawing of what he was thinking and taking my measurements as I called them down to him. When I was done, he helped me down. We sat under the shade of the tree as he began to calculate what we would need. “I think we have a lot of this stuff and what we don’t have maybe Hank’s dad has it.” “How long do you think it will take to build.” I asked him. “Oh I don’t know, a few days I would guess. It will be up to you two to find the stuff to put in it.” “What kind of stuff?” “You know, chairs, tables, that kind of stuff.” “Yeah Hank, we can scrounge stuff up. People are always throwing stuff out.” Dad said we needed to get back before supper. We started back towards home talking about our fort. I could hear dad softly laughing as Hank and I talked about all the neat stuff we could do in our fort. “Where were you guys?” My little sister yelled as we came out of the woods. “For a walk in the woods.” Dad told her. “Why didn’t you tell me, I like to hike.” She whined. “It was just a guy thing sweetie.” Dad said as he ruffled her hair. My little sister was 10 years old and kind of a pest. Britney was always asking to play with Hank and I. We sure didn’t want a little girl hanging with us. Dad told her that he would take her hiking in the woods after supper if she wanted to go. She hugged him tightly saying that she wanted to. I gave dad a look said I didn’t want her to know about our spot. Dad smiled and told her that he would take her to the stream so she could wade in the cool water. I smiled at him knowing that the stream was in the opposite direction from our soon to be fort. Dad was a Realtor Broker and owned his own company. He had several people working for him so it was easy for him to take a few days off to help up build our fort. After supper he went into his study to finish up the plans. He came out an hour later with a list of things for Hank to ask his dad for. Hank’s dad owned a construction company and dad had no doubt that he had all the stuff that we needed. I called Hank up telling him what was needed. He told me to give him about 30 minutes to ask his dad and he would call me back. It only took about 15 minutes before the phone rang again. Hank told me that his dad had all the other stuff that was needed. He also told me that his dad was taking a few days off to help us build it. I told dad and he took the phone asking Hank to let him talk to his dad. The two adults agreed to meet here in the morning, and start hauling all the supplies to the tree. “What about Britney?” I asked dad when he hung the phone up. “Don’t worry, you’re mom is taking her to see grandma tomorrow morning.” I smiled telling dad that I couldn’t wait until we started the fort. He smiled back telling me that it was going to be fun. He said that we would pack a lunch and a cooler with drinks and stay there all day long. I told him that I would get everything ready. I went down in the basement and brought the cooler up. While Britney was taking her usual long bath, I made several sandwiches and put them in the fridge. I would fill the cooler in the morning. I woke up the next morning just as the sun was rising. The house was still quiet but I got dressed and made my way silently out the door. By the time dad got up, I had the wagon loaded with some of the supplies that we needed. Britney came out asking what I was doing. I told her that it was none of her business. She went into the house to complain to mom. Mom came out telling me to be nicer to my sister. Dad saved the day by telling Britney that I was helping him do some work for a friend. Britney smiled, nodded then stuck her tongue out at me. Mom and her left shortly after that. Hank and his dad showed up by 8. Mr. Gramms pickup truck was loaded with supplies. He had a couple of big wagons for hauling our stuff. Dad told Hank and I that it would take a few trips to get all the stuff to the tree. Dad and Mr. Gramms had a cup of coffee while Hank and I loaded up the wagons. Shortly after 9, we headed off into the woods. Each of us was pulling a wagon. It was easy going on the path but once we turned off the path, it was a lot more difficult pulling them through the thick brush. Mr. Gramms told us that we had picked out a fantastic tree to build our fort in. We unloaded the wagons, drank a can of soda then Hank and I headed back home to get the last of the stuff. When we got back to the tree, dad and Mr. Gramms had the floor already nailed down. Hank and I spent the afternoon handing 2x4’s up to them for the walls. The afternoon sped by and soon it was time to head back home for the day. Hank and I looked up at our fort. This morning it was just a tree, now it was a tree with a floor and four walls. The window holes have been cut out. Mr. Gramms nailed a few braces on to keep the walls up. He said tomorrow they would put the roof on and he has some old used windows in the garage that he would bring. The four of us chatted non stop all the way back home. “Britney was asking a million questions when she saw us coming out of the woods. Dad tried his best to keep our secret but when mom shot him a look that I knew all too well, he told her about the fort that we were building. When Britney insisted that it was hers too, mom put her foot down telling her that it was for the boys only. She told her that maybe they would show it to her sometime. Hank and I didn’t answer that and just left it alone. The next morning we set out for the fort again. Britney was helping mom in the house. Dad told us as we hiked to the fort that he told mom to keep her busy so she wouldn’t follow us. I thanked dad for that. He told me that someday we should let her see it. It said that maybe someday. He just smiled and nodded his head. Dad and Mr. Gramms spent the day working on the roof. By the time we ate lunch, the only thing left to do was put up the ladder. I thought they would just nail some boards onto the tree to lead up to the fort. Mr. Gramms suggested a rope ladder. He said it was safer. Hank said that with a rope ladder, anyone could climb up and get into the fort. Dad said that the door would have a padlock on it and we would be the only ones that would know the combination. Hank and I said that the rope ladder it was then. “I was hoping you would want the rope ladder, because I just happen to have one.” Mr. Gramms laughed loudly. He climbed the ladder and attached the rope ladder to the fort. He climbed down and we all stepped back to admire our creation. The fort looked huge. It had a small front porch with a railing. We could sit on the porch and dangle our legs over the edge. It had two windows in front, two in the back and one on each side. The rope ladder led to a trap door on the bottom of the porch. It was just plain cool. “Thanks dad, it’s perfect.” I said hugging my dad. “Yeah dad, great job.” Hank told his dad hugging him too. I hugged Mr. Gramms as Hank hugged my dad. I quickly climbed the rope ladder throwing open the trap door. I climbed onto the porch. Hank followed close behind me. We sat with our legs hanging over the edge waving at our dads. “Sorry boys but its getting late and we need to get home. Lock the door and lets get going.” Dad called up to us. “Aww do we have to go right now.” He looked at his watch then told us that we could stay about 15 more minutes then we needed to head home. We promised that we would leave in 15 minutes. We waved to them as they headed back to the path and home. Hank and I went into the fort. It was so neat. We opened and shut each of the windows looking to see just how far we could see out of each one. We agreed that tomorrow we would scour the neighborhood for old furniture and anything else we could use. Reluctantly we locked the door and climbed down the ladder. Dad had put a hook into the trunk of the tree to hold the ladder in case of a strong wind. We hooked it in then headed for home. “Dad said its all done. Can you take me to see it.” Britney said as she saw us come out of the woods. “Not yet, we need to get some chairs and stuff.” I told her trying to delay it as long as possible. Thankfully mom told her to stop pestering me about the fort. She told her that if she kept it up, she might never get to see it. Hank called me after supper asking what time we were going to meet tomorrow to look for some stuff. I told him to be here by 7:30 so we can get out before the garbage men come around. I was waiting out front for Hank the next morning. I waved to him when I saw him walking down the sidewalk. We gave each other a high five greeting then headed down the street pulling a wagon, to look at what was out at the curb for the garbage men. We walked several blocks before we found our first treasure. We saw an old plastic table next to a couple of garbage cans. There was an older man cutting the lawn. “Excuse me sir, can we have this old table for our fort.” I asked. “Sure go ahead an take it.” He said with a smile. He watched us load it into the wagon. He called us over asking us if we would be interested in a couple of plastic lawn chairs. We told him we would take whatever he was getting rid of. We followed him into his garage. He pointed to four dirty white chairs stacked in the corner. He told us that some soap and hot water would clean them up like new. “Wow, thanks a lot mister.” “No problem boys, I remember when I did the same thing at your age. Wait a minute, let me see, I think I have something else to donate to you. Ahh, here it is.” He moved a few boxes and uncovered an old shag rug. He told us that we might have to cut it to size but a good vacuuming it would be fine for a fort. “Thanks so much.” We told him as we loaded it all into our wagon. The rug dragged on the ground but we didn’t care. We were going to have wall to wall carpeting. We made our way back to my house to unload our treasure. “Do you think we need to go back out and look some more.” Hank asked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see what else we might find.” I answered. We pulled the wagon heading in the opposite direction this time. It didn’t take long before we found our next treasure. Hank saw it first and said that is just what we needed. I looked at where he was pointing and saw an old mattress propped up against a tree. It was a twin sized one that had a sag in the middle but it looked perfect to us. Getting it home was a challenge for the two of us. We ended up standing it up on its side on the wagon and holding it while we pushed the wagon. Dad was driving up the driveway when we got home. He looked at our sweaty faces and the old mattress we found. He laughed asking just how we planned on getting it up the tree. Hank and I looked at each other. We had never thought of that problem. Dad laughed again telling us that he would help us tomorrow. We took him to our other treasures. He nodded his head telling us that we had done real good finding things. Mom opened the back door telling us that lunch would be ready in a few minutes. Hank told me that he needed to go home for lunch too. Mom asked him to send Britney home. She said she was over at his house playing with Kim. “I hope she don’t tell my sister about our fort.” Hank said as soon as mom went back into the house. “It don’t matter, they don’t know where it is.” “Yeah I guess your right.” He giggled. “I’ll see you in about an hour.” True to his word, Hank knocked on the door kitchen door an hour later. His sister was with him. She smiled at me asking where Britney was. I told her she was in her room and let her into the house. I told Hank that we should just take table and chairs this afternoon. We loaded up the wagon with the four chairs, the table and a length of rope then set out for the fort. I kept looking back to make sure Britney and Kim weren’t following us. The coast was clear as we reached the point where we turn off the path. You could see the long grass that was trampled down where we walked the last few days. When we got to the clearing, we stopped at admired the fort from a distance. We kept staring at it the rest of the way. Hank climbed up the rope ladder first and unlocked the door. I followed with the rope. I tied one end to the railing and tossed the other end to the ground. Hank climbed down and tied a chair to the rope. I pulled it up and set it inside the fort. We did the same for the rest of the chairs and the table. We put the decided to keep two chairs in the fort and two on the porch. We sat up there the rest of the afternoon just talking and enjoying the view. The following day, dad helped us with the mattress. He wrapped the rope around it twice then tied it off. Hank and I pulled and pulled unit was up by the porch. Dad hurried up the ladder to help us haul it over the railing. Once we had it inside, dad told us that we should have put the carpet down first. Hank and I looked at each other an busted out laughing. “I know the measurement for the floor so I’ll cut it tonight and you two can haul it up tomorrow.” Dad told us. “Great dad, thanks.” “Grab a chair Mr. Snyder and sit out on the porch with us.” Hank invited. It was crowded but it was nice sharing this with my dad. We each thanked him again for doing this for us. He told us of all the fun he had when he was young. “My best friend Allen and I had so much fun and shared a lot in our fort.” He told us. We sat awhile longer before dad said we needed to get home for dinner. We put the chairs back in the fort and locked the door. One by one we climbed down from the tree. “See you tomorrow Paul, about 8, okay?” “Yep, that works.” I told him. The phone rang right after dinner. Mom called for me to pick up the extension. She said it was Hank. I grabbed the phone and listened to Hank as he told me what happened after he left my house. He explained that once he got home his mom sent him to the store for some milk. He said as he was pedaling home from the store he saw a guy putting a bunch of trash out. Hank told me that he stopped and asked if it was trash. They guy told him that it was all recyclables like books and magazines. He asked the man if he could look through it and see if there was any that he could take to the fort. The man chuckled saying that he had a fort when he was a kid. Hank said that he looked through the boxes and found a small box that was full of dirty magazines. “No kidding, really.” I said excitedly. “Yeah, naked girls and everything.” He said hardly able to contain his excitement. “The man even taped the box up so nobody could see what was inside.” “Cool, bring them tomorrow and we can look at them together at the fort.” I told him. “Okay, I can’t look at them anyway here. Mom, dad and Kim are all home.” I hung up with a new excitement. I’ve been jacking off for the past year but always to my imagination of some naked girl. I was hoping that I could sneak a magazine home and really beat off to something special. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I needed to jack off now. I went to my room, shut and locked the door then shed my clothes. I stretched out on my bed and started to stroke my hard cock. It only took a few minutes before I felt my hot cum splattering on my chest and stomach. I licked my fingers clean when I was finished. I learned that I kind of like the taste of cum after I shot such a strong spurt that it hit my lips. I tasted it, liked it and now I enjoy cleaning my fingers when I’m done. I often wondered what it would be like to be able to suck my own dick and fill my mouth with my cum. I cleaned my chest and belly with a tissue, threw on a pair of shorts then headed for the shower. I slept dreaming of naked girls that night. Hank came over right on time pulling a wagon with cardboard box in it. It was taped shut so I couldn’t get a peek. I told him that dad had cut the carpet to size last night so we could take that to the fort too. We loaded the wagon and headed for the woods. Britney was still sleeping so we didn’t have to worry about her following us. Hank and I talked about how lucky he was to find that stash of magazines. “I’ll go up first and toss the rope down to you. Tie it around the rug and I’ll pull it up.” I told my buddy. He grabbed the rope after I tossed it down. He quickly tied it around the rug and I pulled it slowly up to the porch. I dragged it over the railing then waited for Hank to climb up. We staked the chairs on the porch and moved the table and mattress to one side. We started to unroll the carpet moving the mattress and table when we had it half way down. We brought the chairs back in and arranged the furniture to our liking. “Toss the rope back down and I’ll tie it around the box.” He told me. I did as he said and soon was hauling our best treasure up to the fort. I untied the rope and carried it inside. I put it on the small table and waited for Hank to climb back up. “You haven’t opened it yet?” “No, I was waiting for you. You’re the one that found them so you should have the honors.” Hank ripped the tape off the box and opened the flaps. We both stared open mouthed at the cover of the top magazine. My cock grew hard in my shorts as I looked at a woman with a man’s cock in her mouth. “Holy shit, look at that.” I muttered. “Damn, he’s getting a blow job.” Hank said softly. “I bet that feels so good.” “I don’t know about you but my dick is hard as a rock right now from just looking at this one picture.” I told him. “Me too Paul.” he agreed. We each pulled up a chair and began to look through this magazine. I squirmed on the chair trying to get my cock into a more comfortable position. “I wish I was alone, I’d beat off.” I heard Hank whisper. “Huh, what did you say?” “OOHH, did I say that out loud.” He giggled nervously. “You beat off too.” I asked. “Sure, I’m guessing you do too.” “Heck yeah, I did last night after you told me about the magazines.” “Ha, I did too.” Hank laughed. “Do you want too?” “Do I want to what?” “You know, beat off.” I muttered. “I mean we both do it so what’s the big deal.” “Yeah, it’s not like we haven’t see each other naked.” He giggled nervously. “Lets get on the mattress and do it.” We moved across the room and were standing over to the mattress taking the magazine with us. We looked at each other awkwardly. I said this was silly and pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles stepping out of them. I was now dressed in just my underwear. Hank followed my lead and got down to his underwear too. It was like an unspoken agreement, we both pulled our underwear down at the same time. Now as naked as the day we were born, we laid down on the mattress. Thankfully mom insisted on giving us an old sheet to cover it with. I stole a glance at Hank’s stiff cock and saw that it looked like mine and about the same length. “Oh yeah.” I moaned as I began to stroke my cock while looking at the magazine. I looked over at Hank and saw him looking at me. We smiled at each other but kept stroking our dicks. “I never did this with someone watching before.” He told me as his hand slide along his cock. “Me either. I wasn’t sure I’d stay hard but I worried for nothing.” I chuckled. “Hey Paul, would it bother you if I watched you shoot your cum. I always try to look at my cock when I cum but it feels so good that I close my eyes every time.” “I don’t care Hank. It won’t be long. I feel its almost time now.” He stopped stroking his cock and focused on watching me. My hand flew up and down my hard cock. Having him watch me was making it feel even better. With a loud grunt, my cock shot out its first blast of hot sticky cum. I flew all the way up by my chin. The next two shots covered my chest then the rest landed on my belly. I felt so good that my toes curled almost painfully. My cum oozed out over my fingers. I forgot Hank was watching and stuck my fingers in my mouth. I sucked my cum off of them before I realized that he was staring at me. “Jesus Paul, you ate your own cum.” He said in shock. “One time I shot so hard that it landed on my lips. I tasted it and found that I liked the taste of it. I usually lick it off my fingers when I’m done.” I explained. “What does it taste like.” “Honestly, you never tasted yours.” “Uh-uh. It never crossed my mind to try it.” He admitted. “When you cum, lick your fingers and get a taste, it won’t make you sick or anything.” “Maybe.” Was all he said as he began to stroke himself again. I used a towel that we had left in the fort on a previous visit too clean myself up. When my cum was wiped off of me, I sat up and watched my best friend beat off. Hank told me that he was just about ready to shoot. “AAAHHHH shit, here it comes.” He cried out as his cum flew from the tip of his cock. He shot so hard that it landed right on his lips. I told him to lick his lips and get a taste. His tongue came out just as he fired another shot and it landed right on his tongue. He quickly pulled it into his mouth. His expression was a mix of extreme pleasure each time he squirted and also a confusion as he tried to determine if he liked the taste. He shot more cum that I did. He finally slowed to a dribble. His fingers were coated with his cum. I watched as he sucked each finger clean with a smile. “You’re right, salty but good.” He grinned. “I can’t believe I’m still hard, even after I just shot my cum.” “No kidding, me too. It must be because we are doing it together.” “Hey Paul, would you think it was weird if I ask you if I could do it for you.” “What do you mean, you want to beat me off?” “Uhm, yeah if its okay with you and you don’t think its too weird.” “Heck no, if you do it for me, I’ll do it for you too.” “Cool, I was afraid you’d get mad and wouldn’t want to be friends anymore.” Hank said with a sigh of relief. “Heck no. I’m glad you suggested it.” Hank was always the one who dared to try new things. I always wondered what it would be like to beat off someone else besides myself. He told me to lay back and he would do it to me first then I could do it to him. I stretched out on the mattress with my legs spread apart for him. He moved between my legs looking at my hard teenage cock. I wasn’t all that big yet but compared to my friends, I’m the same size as most 13 year olds. Hank got down on his belly so my cock was eye level with him. He reached out taking my hard dick in his hand. He held it up so he could get a better look at it. He looked at my cock then at my nuts. His hand felt so warm and my cock was aching for him to start. Hank slowly moved his hand along my cock. “OOHHHH yeah Hank, holy shit, that feels so much better than when I do it.” I groaned. Hank let a glob of spit fall from his mouth onto my hard dick to make his hand slide more easily on it. He told me how hard it felt and how hot it felt in his hand. I was panting to hard to answer him. His free hand began to play with my balls. “AAAWWWW don’t stop Hank, I wish we would have done this sooner.” I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his hands on my cock and balls. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my cum all over the place. “OH MY GOD, oh shit.” I said as my eyes flew open when I felt a warm wet sensation around my cock. I looked down and saw my best friend with my cock in his mouth. His tongue was circling all around the head of it as he sucked. My hips jerked up trying to get more of it in his mouth. His lips moved down my cock until it was all inside his mouth. His hand was massaging my balls. “Jesus Hank, what’s it like.” He pulled my cock out of his mouth for a moment and told me it was like sucking a thumb. I asked him what he wanted me to do when I was ready to shoot my cum. He said I should just let it fly. He laughed then took my cock back into his mouth. His mouth moved up and down my hard dick sucking hard all the time. “Oh God Hank, don’t stop, I’m going to cum real soon. Keep sucking me.” I pleaded. “Ah, Ah, Ah, AAAAAAWWWWWWWW, I’m cumming.” I shouted. Just before I felt my cum fly out of my cock, I felt his lips tighten around my dick. He sucked harder as I filled my best friends mouth with my hot slimy cum. I can’t remember ever cumming as had as I did in his mouth. Hank choked at the first blast but then took the rest of my load with no problem. I could feel him swallowing as he held me in his mouth. Hank sucked every last drop of my cum out then licked my cock clean. He sat back up licking his sticky lips clean. “Fuck, that was fantastic. What was it like? Did you like doing it? Would you do it again?” I asked in rapid succession. “Yes, yes and yes.” Hank laughed. “I liked sucking it. It was hard but kind of soft. There wasn’t any taste to it until you shot your cum. I would do it again if you didn’t think it makes me gay.” “Heck, I don’t think that. Besides even if you were, you’d still be my best friend.” “Will you do it to me Paul, I’m so hard it hurts.” He asked waving his stiff dick at me. He switched places with me. He spread his legs for me as I got down on my stomach between them. I stared at his boner and his wrinkled nut sack. I could smell an odor that wasn’t bad, just something I never smelled before. I slowly reached for his stiff cock. I swallowed nervously as I took hold of someone else’s cock for the first time. Hank was right, it was hard but had a softness to the feel of it. I heard Hank exhale noisily then moan softly as I squeezed his teenaged cock. I moved closer and licked his cock from the tip to the base. I licked back up, opening my mouth to take the head in when I reached the top. “OOHHHHH yeah Paul, Oh you were right, it is so much better than using our hands.” I licked all around the tip of his cock once my lips sealed around it. I had to agree with Hank, there was no taste. It was like sucking a thumb. I slid my mouth down his shaft until my nose was buried in his bush. His hips jerked up. I moved my lips up and down a few times before taking his cock out of my mouth. I licked down his shaft to his nut sack. I licked his sack all around before taking his balls into my mouth. “Jesus Paul, suck my balls. OOHHHHH suck the cum out of them.” I licked up to the tip of his cock taking it into my mouth again. His hips jerked again pushing his cock all the way in. I didn’t have to move, Hank was doing all the work. It was like he was fucking my mouth. I used my hand to massage his full ball sack as he humped his cock in and out of my mouth. “AAAHHHH, OOHHHH God I’m cumming Paul, I’m cumming NOW!” He screamed loudly as his cock began to fill my mouth with his cum. I loved the feeling of his hot cum shooting in my mouth. It was so warm and thick. I swallowed often to make room for the next shot. After firing off about 5 strong shots, he slowed down to just a dribble. I sucked every last drop before licking his cock clean. “Holy shit Paul, that was the best feeling ever. Did you like it? Will you do it again?” “Hell yeah I liked it, and I sure would do it again.” I smiled at him. “Cool, this is going to be the best summer ever.” “Hank, you know I didn’t say anything when you asked me if you could beat me off, so I’m hoping you don’t think its weird if I ask you if we can kiss. You know like a guy and girl would.” “Sure, let’s see what it feels like. I never kissed anyone before.” Hank admitted. “I haven’t either.” “Let’s make a pact. Lets say that we can ask and do anything if the other agrees its okay.” “Deal, but we also swear not to tell a soul about what we do in the fort.” “Agreed.” Hank was still laying on the mattress so I moved up lying next to him. We turned towards each other with our faces only inches apart. I felt his warm breath on my face as we looked at each other. I was the first to move, I put my lips on his. Both of our lips were dry and closed tightly. “I think it would be better if we wet our lips a little.” I giggled nervously. We each licked our dry lips. This time when our lips touched, it was much better. I felt Hank’s tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth letting him push it inside. His tongue moved all around the inside of my mouth exploring every nook and cranny. I sucked it like I did his cock. He moaned softly into my mouth. When his tongue left, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I did the same thing as he did. He sucked my tongue sending shivers through my young body. Our lips parted and we both giggled. Hank said it felt nice kissing like that. I told him that I enjoyed it too. “Let’s look at some more of the magazines.” I suggested. We stayed naked as we paged through our treasure trove of dirty magazines. I pointed at a picture asking Hank if he wanted to try to do that sometime. He looked at the picture then over at me. “You want to put your dick in my butt?” “Sure, I bet it feels good. Look at her face.” “I get to do it to you too, right?” “Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to let me do it then not be able to do it to me.” “I guess we could try, it might be neat.” “I think we better hold off on that until some other day. I think we need some Vaseline or something.” “You’re probably right.” Hank laughed. We spent the rest of the afternoon looking through the magazines. We must have really drained out balls because we never did get hard again. We left our fort about 5 so we could be home in time for dinner. We agreed that we would get some Vaseline and bring it with us tomorrow. I laid in my bed that night replaying the events of the day. My mouth actually watered when I thought about sucking Hank’s cock for him. My dick began to stiffen. I rolled over thinking that I would save it for tomorrow. I finally fell asleep thinking of pushing my cock up Hank’s ass. I woke early the next morning and thankfully my dick was limp. I dressed quickly then went to the kitchen for some cereal. Britney was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Where is mom and dad?” “Still sleeping.” She answered. I poured cereal in a bowl, added milk then sat across from my little sister. Just as I started to eat, she asked me if I would show her the fort. I told her that it just wasn’t my fort but Hank’s too. I told her that before I could bring her, I would have to ask Hank. She wanted to know if I would ask him today. I promised her that I would ask him and let her know. She seemed to be happy with that. She asked a million questions about our fort. What it looked like, how we get up to it, what we do all day there. I thought if she only knew what we did. “What’s so funny, why are you smiling.” She wanted to know. “Nothing, just thinking of something funny.” I told her as I shoved a spoonful of cereal in my mouth. I was just finishing up when Hank knocked on the door. “Ask him now.” Britney said to me. “I said I would, if you keep bugging me I won’t ask at all.” I scolded her. I let Hank in telling him that I would be ready in a few minutes. I put the empty bowl in the dishwasher and the cereal back in the cupboard. I made a couple of peanut butter sandwiches for Hank and I. I grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge, told Britney to tell mom I would be home in time for dinner. Hank and I headed across the backyard towards the woods. “Did you bring the. . .” “Yeah, I got it.” He interrupted. I had a hard time going to sleep last night just thinking about it. My cock was so hard. Hank wanted to know if I beat off. I told him that I was tempted but didn’t. He said he had the same problem and he didn’t either. “Do you want to do it as soon as we get to the fort?” I asked. “I think I want to suck you off first then have you put it in my butt.” Hank said. “That’s cool, do you want to cum in each other’s mouth or in do it in our butt holes.” “Let’s eat the first load then we can do it in our butts.” He said. “We can try that position that we saw in that magazine, you know where we suck each other at the same time.” “Yeah, good idea.” We chatted the entire way there. Hank climbed up first then I followed. We didn’t waste any time, we shed our clothes as soon as the door was shut. We both stretched out on the mattress. It was crowded but we didn’t care. I kissed my friend on his lips shoving my tongue into his mouth. My hand moved down to his stiffening cock. He moaned into my mouth as his hand circled my dick. “Damn, I want to suck you now.” He said as he turned around. His face was now by my cock and his by my face. We both sucked the cocks in front of us at the same time. My mouth slid up and down on his hard cock. I used my tongue to tease his pee hole. My hand massaged his nuts as I sucked him the best I could. Hank did the same thing to me. We both moaned around each other’s cock. The feelings were so strong that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I was too excited thinking about putting my dick in his butt. Just as I was ready to shoot my cum, I felt his hot salty load filling my mouth. That pushed me over the edge and I returned the favor and filled his mouth with my cum. We sucked each other dry then cleaned each other’s cock clean. “Damn, that sure feels good.” I told him as I licked my lips clean. “No kidding, I love sucking your cock.” Hank replied. “Want to play a game of crazy eights while we wait to get hard again?” “Sure, I bet it won’t be long though.” I laughed. Hank reached for his shorts and pulled a deck of cards from the back pocket. We moved over to the table still naked. Hank dealt out the cards. We played two games as we waited for our young bodies to recover from the blowjobs. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready.” I announced. “Me too buddy.” “Who gets it in the butt first?” “Let’s cut the cards, high card gets to stick their dicks in the loser’s ass.” “Okay.” I said as I shuffled the cards. I put the deck on the table and told Hank that he could cut first. He cut just about in the middle of the deck and showed me an eight of hearts. I reached for the stack and took my cut. I looked and saw that I had the six of clubs. “Alright, I get to stick it up your butt first.” Hank said gleefully. “Just remember that I get to do it to you next.” I reminded him. “Don’t worry, I want to see what it feels like to have your dick in my butt.” I moved over to the mattress and got down on my hands and knees. Hank moved behind me and opened the jar of Vaseline. He told me that he was going to rub some around my hole then push some inside. I told him that the magazine showed the guy using one finger then two to put it in the girls butt hole. I suggested he do the same thing. He told me that is what he had planned to do. I turned my head to watch him stick two fingers into the jar. I put my head down on the mattress and waited for him to start. I felt him spread my cheeks apart so he can see my butt hole. “Are you ready Paul?” “Yeah, go ahead, just go kind of slow.” I jumped a little when his finger touched my tight butt hole for the very first time. We both giggled nervously as his finger rubbed the Vaseline all around the outside of my ass hole. “Okay Paul, I’m going to push my finger in now.” He warned me. I took a deep breath and held it. I felt some pressure as he pushed against my hole. I let out my breath in a loud whoosh as his finger popped into my butt. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, it feels strange but kind of good.” “I’m going to push more of it in.” He told me. He pushed steadily until I felt his knuckles on my butt cheeks. He told me that his finger was all the way in. He wiggled it around to prove the point. “AAAHHHHH, wow, do that again.” I told him as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Hank wiggled is finger the best he could in my tight hole. It felt so good. I knew that his cock would feel even better. I told him to put the second finger in. When he pulled the first finger out, I told him to stop. He asked if he had hurt me. I told him that it really felt good. I told him to push it back in then go in and out. He did as I instructed and soon was finger fucking my butt with one finger. “AAAWWWWW my God, put two finger in now. Holy shit this feels good.” I moaned out to him. Hank pulled his finger out then added another one. He started to push both back into my butt. “OUCH, wait, go slow Hank. It’s so big, OOOHHHHH so big. Slow, OOHHH yeah like that.” I panted hard as he slowly pushed two fingers into my teenage ass hole. It hurt but it wasn’t a painful hurt. It didn’t take long before Hank announced that both fingers were all the way inside. I groaned each time he wiggled them around. He slowly began to move them in and out of my ass. The feeling was intense. “Paul, I’m going to put my dick in now, okay?” “Go ahead, put it in.” I moaned softly when his fingers left my butt hole. I soon felt the tip of his cock touching my greased hole. He asked again if I was ready. I told him I was but I wanted him to go real slow. I felt pressure again as he began to push on my tight hole. I wasn’t sure it would even go in but suddenly the head popped into me. Hank stopped pushing letting me get use to it. “Jeez Paul, it’s so tight and hot inside.” Hank told me. “Your dick feels so hot and so big inside of me.” “Are you ready for more, it feels so good, I want to put it all in.” “Go ahead Hank, push it all the way in now. Once its all the way in just hold still until I get use to it, okay.” “Will do buddy.” Hank held onto my hips and slowly pushed the rest of his hard cock up my ass. I felt so full, almost like I had to poop. I could feel the heat of his cock as he held it deep inside my ass. I told him that when he was ready, he could start to move it in and out of me. “AAAAWWWWW.” I groaned as he pulled his cock back. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHH, Oh my God, OOOHHHHH just wait till you feel this.” I told him as a shook with pleasure when he pushed it back in. Hank started to move faster and faster. He would pull all of his dick out except the tip then shove it all the way back in. “Oh yeah, fuck me Hank, fuck me fast and hard. I love your cock in my ass.” I swore. “Damn, this feels so good. Your ass is so tight. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” “Go ahead, shoot your cum in my ass, I want to feel it fill me up.” I urged him. Hank was pounding his cock in and out of my ass fast and hard. I thought I could almost shoot my cum without even touching my dick if he could hold off for a few more minutes. “Oh fuck Paul, I’m going to cum.” Hank cried out. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, OOOHHHH God I’m cumming, Oh I’m cumming in your ass.” I felt the searing heat of his hot cum as it filled my ass. I felt each spurt of his hot seed. At this moment, I felt genuine love for my best friend. His dick soon shriveled and fell out of my butt. Hank grabbed the old towel and covered my hole so it would catch his cum that was already oozing out. “Good thing I brought this canteen filled with water.” He told me as he used it wet another towel and wipe his cock clean. “I guess you liked it.” He asked once his cock was clean. “Hell yeah, you can fuck my ass hole anytime buddy.” I laughed. “Mine turn.” Hank said as he told me to move. I got up off the mattress and farted a wet bubbly fart. We both busted out laughing. I must have farted at least 6 times. I told him between giggles that he must have really pumped me full of air. I moved behind my friend looking at his round butt cheeks. I used my hands to spread them apart. I stared at his tight hole for a minute looking at the puckered entrance. I let go of his cheeks and dipped two of my fingers into the Vaseline. I used my free hand to spread one cheek so I could see the target. He jumped like I did when I touched his ass hole for the very first time. I rubbed all around the outside of the wrinkled hole. “Go on Paul, push a finger in.” I did what he wanted and pushed steadily against his opening. I watched as it slowly began to open allowing the tip of my finger to enter. He let out the breath that he was holding telling me how good it felt. I pushed again letting my finger slide in the rest of the way. He grunted softly when it was all the way in. I wiggled it deep inside of him making him beg for more. I started to move my finger in and out of his ass like he did for me. His butt was pushing back when I pushed my finger in. “Put another finger in.” He pleaded. I took my finger out then put two fingers together and pushed them into his ass. They both slide in and his ass gripped both of them tightly. “UGH, UGH, good Lord it feels so big.” He grunted out as both of my fingers went all the way in. Even though he had just filled my ass with his cum, his cock was as stiff as a board again. He moaned loudly when I began to pump my fingers in and out of him. “That’s enough Paul, I want to feel your cock now.” He told me, panting hard. I slowly pulled my fingers out of his butt. I dipped my finger into the Vaseline and coated my cock. I put the head of it on his slippery ass hole and began to push. I watched intently as his tight hole slowly started to stretch and open for me. Hank let out a low growl as the head of my dick slowly slipped into his hole. “Oh man, OOHHH, let me get use to this. It feels so big.” I stopped pushing letting him get accustomed to my cock. I told him how tight his ass was and just how hot it was. I moaned out when he squeezed my cock with his butt muscles. “Go ahead Paul, push more of your cock in me.” I took hold of his hips and pulled him back onto my stiff dick. He wiggled his hips as my dick eased into him. “I’m all in. You okay?” “Hell yeah, why did we wait so long to do all this stuff.” “I don’t know Hank, but we can make up for lost time now that we have a fort.” “Do it to me Paul, fuck me, fuck my ass and fill me with your hot cum.” I pulled my cock out then shoved it fast and hard all the way back in. Hank grunted loudly but wiggled his ass. I did it again and again. My balls were slapping against him as I plowed myself into his ass hole. “Holy shit Paul, I think I’m going to cum and I didn’t even touch my dick.” I heard the splat of his cum hitting the sheets as I fucked his teenage ass hard and fast. Just as he was finishing with his cum, I let out a howl and filled his ass with my hot sticky load. “OOOHHHH fuck me, I feel it Paul. Oh its so hot.” He groaned as I filled his ass. I grabbed the sticky towel and quickly put it against his ass hole when I pulled my dick out. He reached back and held it in place while I went to the canteen and washed my dick. We both laughed when he farted several times. “That was fucking awesome.” Hank cussed. “We have to do that again. I can only imagine what it feels like to fuck an actual girl.” “I bet it feels even better.” Hank stated. “I think I’m done for the day. I don’t think my cock could get hard again.” I told him as I looked down at my limp dick. “Yeah, me too.” He took the cum soaked towel land wiped his cum off the sheet as best as he could. We decided to each the sandwiches that we had brought with us. After we finished our late lunch we decided that since there was no chance of us getting hard again, we decided to go home and play some video games. As we walked home, we both realized that our butt holes were kind of sore. “Damn Paul, you must have really fucked me hard.” Hank laughed as he playfully punched my arm. “What are you talking about, I feel like I was splitting in two.” I hit him back laughing. The walk home actually helped with the discomfort. By the time we reached my backyard, we both felt much better. CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO Read more of my stories at: /files/Authors/Durango Let me know what you think of this story or any of my other ones. I always like to hear from readers. Send comments to: bigdandurango@hotmail.com