My first time was about 30 years ago. My best friend Joey and I decided, we would build a tree house in the back wooded lots behind our neighborhood. His dad had all kinds of scrap wood and a falling down shed, so the wood supply was no problem, my dad had all kinds of tools and plenty of variety of nails, my only problem was we had to use all hand tools as we had no electricity to run power tools. We rigged a wagon to our bikes to help transport supplies back and forth to our job site, we were like professional contractors.
After about 2 weeks we had a good size floor about 10 or 15 feet off the ground with boards nailed to the tree trunk for a ladder to climb up, not really sure how safe it was, but it held the two of us jumping on it, so it must have been good enough. We decided we spent quite a bit of time on it already so we decided we would change it from a house to a deck, and opted for building rails rather than walls and a roof, probably a good decision as our building skills really needed work.
Joe and I started building rails on the deck and the lumber bounced back and forth with every hammer blow making it almost impossible to join the pieces together at that height, so I had Joe hold the uprights about 2 feet apart with the flats of his sneakers, while sitting on the deck and I hammered and nailed the cross pieces. We had about 15 or 16 of these to do till they were secure enough. Joe was good with the hand saw so he had precut all the parts to size on the ground, it was a hot summer day and I never realized it but I was abnormally stimulated looking down at sweaty shirtless Joe in his home cut off denim shorts. Pubescent hormones maybe, but I found myself hoping he’d take longer as I touched myself through my own shorts, he said suddenly looking up, saying he broke the pencil, and almost caught me checking him out, as he looked up and asked if I had another up there. I tossed one down and we both got the boards up to the deck. Joe assumed his sitting position, with his knees raised, feet flat against the boards, securing them sufficient enough for me to nail the cross pieces to each of the uprights. Holy cow, time for sweaty Joe to rest while just sitting facing me securing them, I noticed one of his balls hanging out of a short leg, this got me more horny. I found reasons for him to change positions just to get better views including me making him spread his feet across almost 4 feet, it worked cause his dick head popped out too, he never flinched. Did he know? Or was he teasing me knowing my eyes were focused on his crotch and not my work.
I made him move closer to me in order to be more secure, and I reached closer to his side, to hammer from his side, as well as my side, to make it stronger I said, using twice as many nails, and my hand was less than a few inches from his package, when I finished, I dragged my hand away brushing over his soft cock which actually wasn’t too soft, Joey had a woody going, he giggled and said, “hey don’t touch me there”. I laughed and said “why not”?, he said “I wasn’t a girl”, I said “yeah but if you’re a horny basted like me you just want to get off”. “You ever get off” he asked me, I looked at him in astonishment, ut oh, how do I answer this correctly?, Yes of course, or No what are you crazy? I stammered “yeah, I do”, he surprisingly said “yeah me too”, Do you want to do it now and we can watch each other”? I said something like “yeah I guess if you want to”. With that he pushed back to the tree trunk and slid his shorts down to his knees, and started touching his bobbing dick. I was amazed it was a really nice looking dick, bigger than mine but less hair around it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Joes cock before and yet we always went to the pool and had gym together. So I slowly pulled my shorts down and sat beside him, and began touching myself. We stared at each other’s dicks while slowly massaging our own. Sure enough the next question Joe asked was “wanna touch mine, if I can touch yours?”, in the sprit of experimenting I didn’t answer, I just reached over and did it. It was hard and warmer than I expected, and yet very smooth, I liked it, and I can only assume he felt the same. Next question came up a few moments later, “you ever get a blow job”? “Um no” I answered, he asked “you want me to try”, I said ok, he replied “but you gotta do it to me too, and don’t you dare tell anyone”. “I won’t” I said, and he said “if you do I’ll kill you I swear”. I said “look Joe you and I are doing it together so anything I can accuse you of, you can accuse me of”. That was enough, he went down on me, what I know now, with too much teeth, ouch I said I don’t think that’s right, try it this way and I opened my mouth further than he did and cushioned between my teeth and his dick with my lips, he said “that felt wonderful”. We switched and he did a much better job, we laid down on our sides and figured out how to do a 69, and we both sucked each other till he announced was ready to cum, and I pulled him out of my mouth, he said he never squirted so hard before, soon after he went back to mine and I said “I’m ready” and I came on his forehead and long blonde bangs, cause he couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. We laughed, put our shorts back on and went home.
The next day we went back to finishing our tree house deck, and we stashed whatever playboys and penthouse magazines we could get our hands on, we hid them in the tree, and had regular jerk/ suck sessions with each other almost every afternoon. We never did anything more than jerk and suck, and it continued until both Joe and I got steady girlfriends, we’re both married now with kids, we lost touch a few years back, but I often reminisce about those silly adolescent experiences we had, part of growing up I guess.
