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Under the Fug Tree
By Simon Peter
I climbed the fig tree in the yard that we shared with our neighbors. This was my favorite place. I could disappear, getting away from my brothers and the chores. I loved it up here around six feet up, the large fig tree leaves hiding me from the world. I would often pull out my teenage dick through the fly of my shorts and jack off. I would watch my semen hitting the leaves and branches as I emptied my nuts.
Today, however, just about ten minutes after I had settled on my favorite branch, leaning against the tree trunk, getting ready to play with my boner, I heard some rustling. Looking down I spotted Freddie, our neighbor's son, walk under the tree. He didn't look up, had no idea I was up here.
To my surprise, Freddie, after looking around and checking the surroundings, pulled down his shorts, sporting a huge erection. My eyes widened as I saw the meat pointing upwards from his balls, the slit staring at me in the face. My boner raged at the sight. I almost fell off the fucking tree.
I had often fancied Freddie. He was a hunk, just finished high school. He was on the basketball team, tall, around 6 feet maybe, with the cutest face ever. He was very popular with the girls and he never paid me much attention, being two years younger than him, with a slim teenage body and a few face pimples. But I had undressed Freddie in my mind whenever he mowed the lawn or stripped down to his undies in his bedroom facing out house.
Imagining Freddie naked, seeing his dick, always gave me a hard-on and a huge load. Now, his dick was all out. My body shuddered at the sight.
My heart raced as I watched Freddie fist his dick and start pumping, always glancing around him like a rabbit. I couldn't resist fishing my own dick, which was so hard it was hurting inside my shorts. I must have made a noise, for suddenly Freddie looked up and saw me.
"What the ..." Freddie almost shouted, immediately pulling his shorts up and forcing his hard cock inside.
I did the same, hoping that he had not seen me with my penis out.
"Get the fuck down here, asshole," Freddie said threateningly, his hands fisted beside his lean body.
He was wearing a tight I-shirt. He looked delicious to eat. Inwardly, I dribbled!
With a pounding heart, I climbed down the tree.
The look on Freddie's face was livid. "What the fuck were you doing up there? Spying? You little shit."
Freddie pulled me to him with a strong hand, his arm pecs flexing. I thought he looked delicious.
"Bathroom busy, Fred?" I asked, not knowing where I was able to find the courage to challenge this hunk of a guy. He could easily beat the shit out of me.
"Fuck you, Jimmy," he said between his teeth. "You mention anything about this to anybody, you little prick, I'm going to fucking kill you."
His hand clutched my wrist forcefully, and I started to feel the pain.
"Hey, man, why the attitude. So you were beating your meat. So?" I was trying to appease him and it started to work.
"As if you never done it, huh?" he let go of my hand and touched himself.
This turned me on, to watch Freddie staring at me, the touch of a smile on his face as he groped his crotch. For me, it was something out of this world.
I had seen my buddies naked in showers after gym in school, but had never seen an erection other than mine. From the glance I had a few moments ago of Freddie's equipment, I'd say that I might have something a bit bigger down there. Although skinny, and just turned 16 and have a smooth boy chest, from waist down, I had hair around my dick and down my thighs and legs. I measured at 7 inches when I was hard. Comparing this with Freddie, I gained some courage over the basketball jock. I had a bigger cock!
For one thing, I had to prove to Freddie that I was as much of a man as he was. But also, I was horned like the devil.
"Yea," I said, returning Freddie's gaze. "Done it." In reciprocation, I groped myself.
Freddie's eyes went wide.
"Well, well, punk," he said sliding his hand under the waistband of his shorts and fisting his cock, playing it up and down the fabric of his shorts. "Seems we both need some help here. Wanna?"
"Want what?" I feigned innocence.
"Su... ah... see it?"
I realized that he had started to say "suck" but was scared that I would call him a faggot for wanting a guy to go down on him. I kept my macho look, although that must have looked ridiculous given my age and my teenage looks.
"Wanna see mine?" I emulated his action, sliding my hand into my crotch and gripping my penis. I was rock hard.
Freddie took his cock out. I took mine out, too. Freddie gasped.
"Fuck, Jim. Where did you get that fucker from?"
"From the fairy lady," I pointed my cut mushroom head at him. "Like?"
Freddie approached me and I detected some anger in his face.
"Don't you fucking dare, you little fuck bitch, don't you dare call me a homo."
"I never did, Freddie, call you a homo," I was still smiling although my heart was beating fast. Freddie could very easily beat me up if his wanted, whether I had a bigger dick or not.
Freddie seemed to ease off, by now stroking his cock and starting to feel frisky. We were a couple of feet away from each other, hidden from the houses around us by the fig tree.
"So how come you got such a big dick?"
"Told you: the fairy lady." I felt fresh and brave enough. "So, like?" I repeated.
Freddie grasped my hand the second time and placed it on his cock. I shivered at the pulsating member, as if it were alive as I closed my palm around it.
"Like?" Freddie smirked at me, starting to hump my hand.
With my other hand, I brought Freddie's hand onto my cock. Still gazing at me, Freddie fisted me. My knees jerked, my legs weakened, my stomach churned, I felt like passing out. A guy who I had been coveting for and fantasizing about for a long time was now clutching on my hard boy cock. And liking it!
As Freddie stroked me, he placed his other hand on my head and pushed me down. I didn't hesitate.
Why pretend? I always dreamed about sucking cock. And there was Freddie's, hard and prime and dying to be serviced.
The taste of my first cock was indescribable. Sweat, saltiness, tangy urine, and some other ingredients all mixed together. The heat from his hairy crotch made my head giddy as I engulfed the mushroomed cock with my lips. My tongue ran round and round the silk head, my palm gripping the hard shaft. I looked up. Freddie's eyes were closed, his head thrown back.
I let go of Freddie's cock and stood up.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter, man?" Freddie opened his eyes with a look between wistfulness and lust.
"I'm no fag."
More than anything, I didn't want Freddie to despise me for being gay. When I would decide to suck a guy's cock, I would want to do it in a respectful way. But I knew that guys always joked about this when they got a blowjob by their girlfriends, especially since fucking was out of the question for guys our age. They always put the girls down afterwards although I bet they were in seventh heaven with their girl's mouth pressing around their dicks.
"But..." Freddie stammered, stroking his dick, with some of my spit on it now. "Come on, man. Just a little. Ok. You're not a homo. Just put your lips around it. Ok? Buddy?"
The first time I heard Freddie calling me "buddy." But I was not a fool, a young inexperienced teenager, yes, but not a fool.
"Sure, Freddie," his face lit up. "If you do the same to me. Now it's your turn, buddy."
"I'm not sucking dick," Freddie protested.
"Suit yourself," I said, tucking my cock inside my shorts and turning to leave.
"Fuck it," Eddie's voice was hoarse. "Fucking bitch, all right. All-fucking-right. Man."
I smiled and walked the few steps back, taking out my cock.
"Get down on it, Freddie-boy."
It was amazing, the power I felt over that handsome jock. He hesitated but finally sucked the head of my engorged boy cock.
"Deeper, Freddie," I moaned as I felt the warmth engulfing my cock head, sensations streaming throughout my body.
Freddie tried but couldn't take it all. He gagged and stopped.
"Now you, you little fucker. Your fucking turn. Get down and suck my dick."
I went at Freddie's cock with gusto. I was able to fight back the gagging and I swallowed him all the way to the base, thrilled at my new-found power. Freddie was moaning, trying to keep his voice down. He started pumping and it took him less than a minute to shoot his load. I didn't want to eat his cum, but he took me by surprise. I tried to spit the slimy stuff out, but he kept his dick inside my mouth as he spurted, pressing on the back of my head.
I stood up and spit the rest of Freddie's juice onto the ground.
"Your turn, man," I said.
Freddie was pushing his semi-erect cock inside his shorts. "Later, dude," he said.
"Fuck you, man. You can't leave me like this." I knew I was whining, but I had to nut. "You promised."
Freddie smiled, hesitated, and said, "Tell you what, Jimmy. Get your ass down here after dinner and I will give you head. Now, I gotta go."
I watched Freddie walk away, his butt inviting, and I thought about the sensations I had when he sucked my teenage dick, but more of the sensations I felt when he squirted into my mouth. I exploded with force. It took a couple of strokes, and the taste on my tongue to make me nut like never before, right there, under the fucking fig tree.
After dinner, I rushed down to the yard. It was dusk, shadows everywhere, a nice summer breeze. I was aching for Freddie to suck me off. The sensations I had had when he started on me stayed with me all the time, keeping me half erected.
There was no Freddie.
I felt tears behind my eyes. The bastard! I felt cheated. I felt taken. Suddenly, the euphoria of Freddie's cream filling my mouth turned to nausea. I wanted to throw up. I was shaking all over, of frustration, of shame even. I climbed the fig tree, still shaking, barely able to make sure footing although I had climbed that tree so many times before. I rested my back against the tree trunk, heaved, and thought back. If I told on Freddie, he would tell on me. And who would everybody believe? The wimpy kid or the handsome jock?
"Hey, kid. You up there?"
The voice startled me. It was a loud whisper. My heart soared. My dick erected!
In an instant, I was down on the ground.
"I thought you ditched me," I croaked, relief and anger mixed into my voice.
"Promise is a promise," Freddie said. "Besides, you got something pretty hot between those skinny legs of yours."
"Ok, ok, ok," I said impatiently, pulling down my shorts. "So suck it."
Freddie squatted and started on my hard dick. Electric current spread into my nerves. Freddie went down on me with more gusto than earlier. After a minute or so of slobbering, he looked up at me, stroking me slowly and smiled, his lips glistening in the evening light.
"When I finish you off, I need for you to do me again, ok?" he said.
I nodded eagerly. "Suck my cock. Yea, I'll do you. Suck my fucking cock." Pleading.
He did and I shot my load down his throat. I couldn't believe the force of my explosion. The squirting felt as if my bowels were going to shoot out of my cock slit.
Freddie swallowed. He swallowed all my boy cum.
I was trying to retrieve my breathing when Freddie stood up.
"Get down, Jim. Get on my dick." He was actually panting.
I did.
After I gulped him a couple of times, Freddie pulled me up and planted a kiss on my lips. I gasped.
What was that all about? I kissed back but with a closed mouth until I felt his probing tongue forcing my lips apart. He started sucking on my lower lip. Fuck! I felt like his girlfriend. He had one arm around my waist and the other hand on the back of my head. He sucked and licked and slobbered on my mouth, his cock prodding my belly, hard and throbbing. I shivered under all his masculinity.
Freddie, still slobbering on my face, turned me around. I felt his hardness press on my butt. His arms encircled my waist and he had one hand under my t-shirt, rubbing up and down my chest, and squeezing on my nipples.
I almost fainted. What was Freddie doing? No way was he getting me to bend over for him. No matter how hot he looked and how delicious his dick was, I wasn't going to be fucked up the ass like this, under the fucking fig tree.
I pulled away from Freddie. His cock was sticking out and up and his facial expression was all lustful.
"You trying to fuck me up the ass, Freddie?" I asked as if I didn't know.
"Man, you're gonna love it. I'll just rub between your thighs and maybe just stick the head in," Freddie pleaded.
"No fucking way," I said.
He grabbed me, turned me around, and pulled down my shorts, his cock immediately snuggling between my ass cheeks. The masculinity of his moves made my head reel. I couldn't move away. But at the same time, I didn't want to be fucked.
"Don't knock it, Jimmy. You're going to love it."
He started humping me, his cock prodding the back of my balls. With one hand he held me to him and with the other he fisted my dick and started to stroke it. I simply melted onto him, my back glued to his front, my butt cheeks and thighs squeezing on his hardness.
He had put spit on his dick, and I felt his erection slide between my thighs. His humping increased and his breathing got shallower as he fucked my crack and thighs faster, his hand jerking my throbbing cock at the same time.
"O, fuck! I'm going to nut," Freddie breathed into the side of my neck, his lips open and wet, his tongue licking wildly. The hot Freddie was actually making love to me.
I felt that I was getting close to losing my load also.
"Jesus, Jimmy. I'm gonna cum. Oh, Fuck! I'm going to fucking shoot."
With that, I started to squirt into Freddie's hand. He was humping faster. Suddenly, a searing pain wracked my body as I felt his cock head stretch my hole. I felt the penetration. Before I could do anything, Freddie exploded. It was only his cock head that was inside me, but I felt the streams of cum shoot directly into my cavity. He squirted and squirted, tightly holding onto my pulsating cock, still dripping juice.
"Baby, baby. Yesss. Fuck. Oh, my God! Fuck, Jimmy, baby, I love you. OH GOD I FUCKING LOVE YOUR ASS!"
Freddie's semen dribbled onto my thighs as he pulled out.
"Oh, man, that was heavy. Fuck. That was beautiful, Jimmy," Freddie was still breathing hard. Our young cocks gleamed with semen, semi-erect and throbbing.
"I am going to do the same to you, Freddie, aren't I? Freddie? You're going to let me hump you and shoot up your ass, right? Freddie?"
"Later, dude," Freddie said tucking his dripping cock inside his shorts.
"What? Freddie, come on, man. You said: a promise is a promise." I knew I was pleading.
"Shit, Jimmy. Tomorrow, man. I will fucking let you. Don't be such a whiny little kid. Tomorrow, ok?"
I had a wet dream that night. I couldn't remember what I dreamt of, but my briefs and the sheets were flooded with boy juice. I didn't care. Freddie would let me fuck him. Today. Under the fig tree.
Oh, boy!