"In the tree house one took off one's pants if the other did, with no more than the complicity of a grin. The gossip of boys is largely fiction, anyway: they enjoyed each others lies."

 

Fort Worden Boys

The pigs squeal rose in pitch as the boys pull'd tight on the cords that spread-eagled it in the moonlit chamber under the bare gun emplacements of the abandoned fort. The boys were as naked as the pig. Then the head-boy plunged a dagger into the pig's neck and the youths danced under the shower of hot blood that spill'd over them.

In the darkness that followed the passing of the moon they bathed under a waterfall nearby before sleeping together in what once was the observation tower of the old fort.

The Fort was originally built fifty years before these boys were born and was abandoned after the cold war.  Their Scout Master first took them there six years ago. After the war, after the fort's usefulness was in decline, after the new machinery of war made such establishments obsolete.

As a younger man the Scout Master had lived in China between the first war and the second and worked in this fort during second. He spoke Chinese and was a T'ai chi master. This fort was the most remote of three guarding the northern approach to Puget Sound. It covered three points of the northern end of the island with bunkers, embrasures, munitions dumps, and a network of roads and tunnels spread over a hundred acres.

The state had not yet found money enough to create and staff a park so the fort was largely unused except by picnickers and campers around the edges. Some agencies had taken over buildings in the main camp but the outlying emplacements were hardly ever visited. Except by adventurous boys.

They met weekly in town and monthly at the old fort. Always in a different part of it for he did not want them to become accustomed to any one section, to think of it as theirs; although he thought of the entire fort as his he knew sooner or later anything they left behind would be usurped by the vandals or the state. Maybe even some of his boys would be the vandals if he did not impart a sense of wonder strong enough.

He taught them T'ai chi. He taught them Tao. He taught them to live in the woods, with the woods, to leave no trace of their passing.

It was quite a sight, seventeen youths dancing the short form, their membrum virile shrunken and stiff in the cool morning sun; a sight no eye not one of their own ever beheld.

He first introduced them to nude dancing one warm Spring day when they had come out from swimming in the pool below the waterfall. He wiped the water from his skin with his hands while they used towels, then while they began to dress he ran naked across the field of tall grass. One of the youngest and therefore most adventurous boys who was searching for his clothes hidden by a peer gave up the search and ran with his Scout Master. Another who had not yet fully dressed removed again his shorts and joined them.

When the old man was sufficiently warmed he stopped running somewhat away from the pool and without acknowledging the presence of the two youths who'd run with him proceeded to do some stretches and movements and worked his way into the short form. The boys followed.

Some of the others joined in.

Firstly, clothing can be used to help keep your body warm; it should be just as easy to take it off, physically and emotionally, the old man patiently explained, as it is to put it on. Secondly, clothing may be used as bodily decoration; there is a difference between the need for markings of leadership and the desires of ego and pride. Both may be achieved just as well by body paint; neither is necessary all the time. Thirdly, clothing should never be used to hide within; your body is the most beautiful thing you could wear. Anything you cover it with out of modesty or shame is false and detracts from that innate beauty.

Now three years after the old man died, three boys returned.

Alone they danced as he had taught them but then they perverted the form in ways that came to them over time. They copulated as boys may and formed a bond and a pact stronger than what had been when the old man was alive. Their Scout group came to the fort not as often now but the several boys who had learnt its secrets and how to hide themselves there came as they could. Each time, partly out of respect for what the old man taught them, but increasingly out of a growing fascination of their own bodies and the ever present challenge of getting away with something they knew to be unacceptable in their community, they set aside their clothing and went nude the whole time they were in the fort.

When next they returned without their Scout group they selected two initiates and devised a ceremony. The new boys had only the vaguest idea that they would be spending several days in what had been described to them as primitive conditions. At the first of the old gun emplacements everyone undressed and the initiates were blindfolded. The group went on through tunnels and fields, around in circles, up and down a cliff and back to not very far from where they started. The neophytes were quite lost when their sight was restored and it was dark and chilly in the cavernous bunker.

The head boy knelt in front of each in turn and fastened a leather strap around the boy's cock and balls, a sort of cock ring from which hung a small bell that rang crisply in the darkness. By these bells we shall know where your balls are he told them. When we ring your bells you will come for us.

Another of the original boys came forward with a pot of soft clay and lathered it on to the youths. The bells tinkled softly with the motion of his hands and the initiates grew hard at his touch. The painted boys were told they would be chased and hunted until the clay was worn away, that rocks would be the weapons thrown at them until they could be welcomed back to the circle of the fire where the older boys waited. Then the older boys rolled up in blankets leaving the initiates standing alone and confused in the dark.

It is sufficient at this time to say they survived. Battered, bruised, scratched and dirty, chased out of the woods and back again; they were welcomed to the fire, cold and hungry, two nights later.

But then the real fun began.

Cory had had some taste of this at a younger age. Nearby, well, a days drive away, in a community where he use to live, there is a park by the name of Cock Rock after the appearance of a rather prominent rock formation. He went there often with his parents and brothers to swim in the river and play in the sand. It was commonly referred to as the nude beach. On one such occasion he was walking alone through the trails in the tall grass when a youth not a few years older, sitting by the side of the trail asked him if he knew how to suck cock. Cory answered that he did know how, he and his younger brother had done that once. The older boy asked Cory if he thought his mouth could handle what was offered here and lifted his cock. Cory allowed as how that might be quite a mouthful but he thought he could handle it; but what was in it for him? he asked. Jason offered a can of soda, Cock-a-Cola he said it was and showed Cory a can of Coke that he had modified the label of. Cory was impressed with the pun but lobbied for more. They settled on Cory getting a piece of Jason's ass and the can of soda in return for the blow job the older boy wanted.

Now there were three instead of one. And Ricky, for all of his thirteen, was a virgin; he had yet to even masturbate.

The game they now played was called by them: Suck and Run. It was selected by choice or by lot and tied to shackles in the wall of the bunker or a tree if they were playing outside. It was obliged to remain passive throughout the game. The others stood in queue directly in front of It. When all was ready the first player would kneel and shout SUCK! and take It into his mouth while his hands were employed in what ever fashion might excite that particular It. The other boys would chant a rhyme to mark the time the first player had; when the words had run out that youth broke off the connexion and went to the end of the queue to be replaced by the next player yelling SUCK! The boy who caught It's cum got to be the next It. Suck and Run was a dandy game.

Ricky was chosen to be It. He had heard the term cock-sucker used in its derisive school yard manner but in that context never thought it was something boys did to one another. When his friends tied him to the tree in the light of their campfire he gamely went along with what he thought to be the next step in this silly initiation. The three older boys gathered around him and petted and stroked him, tickled under his balls, and aroused him far beyond any piss-hardon he'd ever had. Then Cory went down on his knees and pushed back the boys glistening wet foreskin with his lips. Ricky shuddered. At first with revulsion... boys really do suck cock... am I gonna have to do this to one of them?... then with mounting excitement as the others took their thirty second turns and his body took over from his mind. When Cory's turn came round again Ricky felt his cock was about to explode, his hips wanted to thrust his cock down Cory's throat and out his ass. Cory held the wiggling thighs and took the dripping cock in his mouth; his hands pressed up so his thumbs were under Ricky's scrotum stroking his balls. A scream rose in Ricky as his glans scraped the roof of Cory's mouth and came out with an explosion of boy cum and thrust of his hips that sat Cory back so the second wave of his orgasm hit him in the face and brought a round of applause and laughter from the others.

Cory untied him and took his place against the tree. Already he was getting hard in anticipation of the sucking he was about to receive. Ricky joined the end of the queue and when it came his turn he was not at all bashful. However one of the others won Cory's cum and the game went on. By the time they tired of it everyone had had their mouthful but him.

Ricky watched with lustful eyes and watering mouth the young cocks strutting about in the showers after gym class at school. He invited Cory to a sleep-over the following weekend and hinted that he had not yet got his turn. The weather turned cool but Ricky's tree house was equipped with a thick foam pad and an even thicker down comforter. The two boys spent the day hiking in the woods. They went swimming in the nude and left their shorts and shirts behind when they climbed to the rounded knoll nearby to dry in the afternoon sun. But there was no contact between them, they were both saving it up for that night.

In the dark of the tree house they undressed again. The cool air raised tiny goose bumps on their arms and legs, their balls were shrunken but sensitive. Ricky was on his knees in front of Cory before the boy had stepped from the shorts puddled around his feet. He took Cory's soft cock into his mouth and felt it harden and grow as his tongue explored under its foreskin and his hands caressed Cory's thighs and nates. Cory, not to waste a moment began to lie down, taking Ricky's head with him and turning at the same time soon found himself a cock in the right place to be enjoyed as well. Their pent up energies found quick release but once was not enough. Cory suggested they try it doggy style and showed his friend how to kneel and bend forward so his ass would be well exposed to be corn holed.

They went down on each other in that manner but were still not ready for sleep and lay under the comforter talking for more than an hour when the thought rose in both of them together to go for a walk, at least as far as the all night gas station where they could get a soda. Cory wrapped two quarters in his scarf and tied it around his right leg above the knee and they set out. The sky was dark and overcast and the hour late so they had no trouble avoiding being seen darting from shadow to shadow along the residential streets. At one point they wiggled through a hedge when a car slowed as it passed them. Ricky was lying in the grass, Cory straddled above him in the narrow space when a large friendly dog began to sniff and lick Cory's ass. The boy giggled and tried to tell Ricky about it as the dog mounted him. The car stopped in front of where they were hiding and a man got out. The boys pulled the hedge down around their faces and when the man walked by close enough for them to touch his shoes all he saw was the dog.

When they reached the gas station it was brightly lit but unoccupied except for the one attendant dozing in the office. The boys waited in the shadow between two cars parked at the side of the lot until the last car they could see on the road had passed and then dashed to the soda machine. One quarter, button, clunk! Second quarter, button, clunk! With sodas in hand they turned to run back and ran straight into the arms of the attendant. He was bigger than both of them and was quite able to pick them up, one under each arm and carry them inside. He set them on the wheel tracks of the car lift which was raised to waist height for cleaning and closed and locked the door. Two spring chickens out for a walk he had. The boys sat on the lift, the man stood before them. He told them he would let them go if they would perform for him, suck each other off, he said they were probably good at that.

Cory told Ricky to stand up and he would do him first. While Ricky held his friends head he watched the man unbutton his coveralls. He was naked under the grease stained cloth and pulled out his cock. As it rose to their performance and the mans manipulations Ricky saw that it must have been nearly a foot long and as big round as his forearm. The man grew excited and when he came his cum in hot gouts mixed with the grease already spotting their smooth skin.

Then he turned off the yard lights and let them go, telling them to come round again soon and he would treat them to a Cock-a-Cola.