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This chapter picks up immediately after the incident in chapter 8, and you'll also get to meet a new character I've hinted at several times!
TREE HOUSE TORTURE GAMES - PART NINE
[In Part Seven Lance and Mark carried out punishment on Kenny for his going to far and trying to actually hurt Mark. This resulted in Mark's losing his virginity as he fucked Kenny (though it didn't seem like this was the first such dance for Kenny).]
"Ugh. I can't feel my legs anymore."
The voice came from behind me and snapped me back to reality. For who knows how long I lay back in a non-alcoholic drunken haze, Lance's head resting on my chest, and...oh gosh, Kenny! Kenny was still under me, stretched out on the homemade rack he had made. And of course, the weight of both Lance and me was on his thighs.
I shook Lance's shoulder and he got up groggily, almost as if he had fallen asleep. He had to help me get up. I felt like I'd run a marathon.
And then it all came rushing back. I was no longer a virgin. I had just fucked one of my best friends! At least, I think that made me not a virgin. Or did it only count if you fucked a girl? I'd have to ask Lance later; he seemed to know everything about sex.
"Help me untie him. I suppose he's had enough," said Lance. He bent down to undo the ropes on Kenny's ankles, so I headed for the other end of the table.
I tried to undo the knots securing Kenny's wrists, but the ropes were still too tight, so I went over and released the winch, cranking it backwards until the chain attached to it was lying on the tree house floor. Kenny let out a big sigh of relief and began flexing his arms back and forth to get the cramps out. Before I could reach him again he was already untying his own wrist restraints.
Lance came around the table, put an arm over my shoulder, and led me over to the small couch Kenny had salvaged for his tree house. As soon as we were seated I leaned over, put my head on his chest, and rested one hand on his leg.
I was amazed at how comfortable I'd become being naked with my two friends, not to mention touching them. What would have made any of us recoil just weeks ago was now perfectly natural.
I couldn't help notice that Lance's beautiful cock (at 6 inches SO long as far as we were concerned at that age) was getting hard, I supposed from my cuddling. Without a moment's hesitation I moved my hand up his thigh and wrapped it around his shaft. He groaned with pleasure and threw his head back on the couch. There was still some jazz covering his cock head, left over from the powerful orgasm I'd just given him over on the rack. Instinctively I moved my hand up and began swirling my fingers all over that huge purple head, swirling the cum all over it.
"Ahhhh! That feels amazing, Mark," Lance sighed. I knew that I couldn't touch my cock head for a long time post-orgasm or I'd fly through the roof, but Lance didn't seem to be that way. As I continued to use my fingers all over his cock, he looked like he was still experiencing the best part of an orgasm.
Suddenly I remembered Kenny, and a stab of guilt ran through me. I felt guilty both for having fucked him (worried that I'd humiliated him) and that it had been done in revenge. I was sure he must hate me now.
I picked my head up off Lance's chest and turned to look behind me. Kenny was sitting on the edge of the table that moments ago had been a torture rack, with his head down and his hands clasped together between his knees.
Lance must have noticed I was looking at Kenny, because just then he spoke up.
"Kenny, dude, come on over hear and join us."
Kenny slowly raised his head and I saw tears were running down his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and his nose was running.
"You want me to join you?" Kenny sniffed. "I thought you'd never want to see me again."
Lance giggled goodheartedly. "Nah, stop talking goofy. We're buds. We know you didn't mean it. Besides, we're even, right Mark?"
I didn't know what to say. I was still dazzled by what had just happened. I had to remind myself that it was supposed to have been a revenge punishment scene and not just the most amazing sexual experience I'd had so far.
Finally, I sputtered out, "Yeah, sure...of course we're still buds. And...I guess we're even, but I don't really care about that. You just gotta not get so carried away, dude."
Lance started waving Kenny over like crazy, so finally Kenny eased himself off the table and sheepishly came over to the couch. Since it was just a two seater, Lance made room for him by pulling me up onto his lap. I had no complaints about this as his again-hard cock was sticking up right into my ass crack!
Once seated, Kenny put his hand on my arm and said, "I wish there were some way I could show you just how really sorry I am."
Lance replied before I could, "Oh there is." He took ahold of my now limp cock and waggled it at Kenny. Kenny took the hint, and before I knew what was happening he'd leaned over and took my whole cock into his mouth.
I gasped at the unexpected burst of pleasure. By now my cock was past the post-orgasmic "oh my god don't touch it!" stage, but some of the orgasmic tingle was still there. So as Kenny swirled his tongue around the head, it was like having the orgasm all over again, but this time it lasted and lasted.
I threw my head back on Lance's shoulder and started panting. Within seconds my dick was rock hard again, and Kenny began to bob his head up and down on it, faster and faster. Before I knew it, I felt another orgasm coming on. Lance reached around and started playing with my nipples.
"PULL THEM, HARD AND I"LL BLOW!" I yelled. Lance immediately pulled both my nipples as hard as he could. The sharp shock of pain put me over the edge, and I felt my second rush of jizz spurt from my cock in less than 15 minutes. And oh the pleasure of THIS orgasm. With my cock already still tingling from the first I'd had inside Kenny's ass, this one was like fireworks going off in my groin.
I looked over at Kenny and saw he had sat back up. He opened his mouth and showed me it was full of my cum. Without a thought I leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, licking my cum off of his tongue. It seemed perverted, but at that moment I wanted to be perverted. More important, I wanted Kenny and Lance to see how perverted I could be when I was this turned on.
When I broke the kiss, Kenny was smiling at me. I punched him on the arm, and he grabbed me and rolled me onto the floor. We playfully wrestled for several minutes until we both fell back in happy exhaustion.
"Well, if you kids are done playing," Lance fake-scolded, "and now that we're all a big happy family again, I got to get home."
As Lance was getting dressed, he asked, "Can both of you come over to my house on Wednesday?"
Since it was summer vacation and we had few plans, both of said that would be no problem.
"Great. Be there at about ten. And bring your bikes. I've got a surprise I think you're going to like."
I woke up on Monday morning with typical teenaged morning wood, and yet I instantly knew it was more than just the usual physiological phenomenon. I had awakened from a vivid dream about Lance, only it wasn't just a sex dream. In the dream he and I were walking down the main street of our town holding hands, and he kissed me and told me he loved me.
This was one time there was no confusion in my sleep-muddled mind about whether or not it was a dream. Remember again, this was the 70s. No one I knew or even knew about was "out" about being gay. Especially in high school, it was unthinkable. I mean, we all knew guys who were almost certainly gay, but none of them were out in any public way.
So the thought of walking through our town openly holding hands...that was never going to happen.
But even more unsettling to me was what did seem so natural in the dream: being in love with Lance and he with me. Was that really how I felt? Was my relationship with Lance more than just erotic play buddies?
Certainly I had felt something special as we made love on his bed after his first private torture session with me. And even more so when I cuddled with him after punishing Kenny this past weekend. But in love?
As I showered and got some breakfast, it was all I could think about. I had no idea what to do about it, but I just knew I needed to see Lance before Wednesday. I gave him a phone call and thankfully he was already up himself, so his mom put him right on. I asked him if I could meet him at the cliffs in half an hour, and he said sure.
Everyone in our neighborhood knew what you meant when you said "the cliffs." They were in the woods behind both my house and Lance's house, the same woods where we were playing our summer war games at the start of these stories. The cliffs were a face of slate some 60 feet high that overlooked some fields at the edge of our town.
When I got there, Lance was already there, lazily flinging small slabs of slate like little stone Frisbees out over the fields. He heard me approaching, and patted the flat of stone next to him, inviting me to sit down by him. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, our legs dangling over the edge of the cliff, exchanging occasional small talk. Lance must have been able to tell I was stalling about something.
"So," Lance said, turning to face me fully, "you wanted to tell me something?"
"Yeah, but I don't know how to say it."
"Then...just say it. Hell, dude, after the things we've done, do we need to be shy with each other? Really?"
He had a point. So I plunged in before I lost my nerve again.
"It's just that...um...I think I really like you. I mean, a lot. I mean, as more than a friend. I'm trying to say...I think I love you."
Lance was silent for what seemed like a lifetime. I was sure I'd totally blown it. How could I be so stupid. No way I could take that back now. I'd ruined everything. Why could't I just be content having fun with this guy!
"Hey," Lance finally said, reaching his hand out to lift my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "Listen, I think that's totally cool. I mean, I have some feelings about you too. But..."
"But we could never do anything about that," I finished for him.
"Yeah," he replied sadly. "I mean, how could we ever be boyfriends? Not in this town. We'd be total outcasts."
"Yeah, I get that," I assured him. "But it's nice to know we feel special about each other anyway, right?"
"It sure is." And with that, Lance leaned in and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. Impulsively I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips to mine. In seconds we were full on "snagging" as the Brits call it, our tongues snaking around each other like living things.
I pretty much floated on cloud nine after that, and couldn't wait for Wednesday to arrive to be back with Lance, even if Kenny were going to be around too.
Wednesday morning at 10 I rode my bike over to Lance's. I noticed Kenny's bike already lying on the front lawn. Before I could reach the front porch, Lance and Kenny came out his front door.
"Get right back on your bike, Mark," Lance yelled. "We're going for a little ride."
"Is the ride to the surprise you said you had for us?" I asked.
"You'll see!" Lance answered, already mounting his bike. The twinkle in his eye told me the answer was yes. Lance turned out of his driveway toward the main drag through town, and Kenny and I quickly followed.
What kind of surprise could he have that would be somewhere other than one of our homes? I was pretty sure the surprise was related to the sex games we'd been playing, but where else could we do that sort of thing. I was not only intrigued, but getting a little hard to, which made it more difficult to peddle.
We rode up the main street of our town about a mile and then turned into a subdivision of nice, ranch style homes, much newer than the two-story colonials in our neighborhood. Finally Lance turned into a driveway and got off his bike. I couldn't help but notice that the name on the mailbox was the same last name as his.
"Let's put our bikes around back," Lance said. "We can go right in; he's expecting us."
He? I thought. He who?
Lance walked right in through the back door without knocking. Kenny and I followed, exchanging quizzical glances.
We found ourselves in a small but neat kitchen, and seated at the kitchen table was a man who immediately struck me as Lance about ten years older. He was as tall as Lance, with the same lanky build, curly long hair, and aquiline nose. The most striking difference was his bushy mustache, very much the style of that time for young men (and not just in the vintage porns you've seen!).
"Welcome, friends of Lance! Have a seat," the guy said to us in a friendly tone.
Lance sat next to him on one side of the table, while Kenny and I took the two chairs on the other side.
The young man turned to Lance. "So why don't you do the introductions."
Lance smiled like a kid about to open his birthday presents. "My pleasure. Mark, Kenny, meet my Uncle Rob."
So, this was the mysterious uncle Lance had mentioned to me several times. This was the guy from whom Lance seemed to have learned everything he knew about sex, which was a whole lot more than Kenny or I knew. I was instantly intrigued.
"Nice to meet you, Kenny and Mark, Lance has told me a lot about you." He winked at Lance and added, "And I do mean a lot."
Lance giggled and seemed to enjoy the looks of shock and consternation on our faces.
"He knows, guys. I told him about everything we've done together the last couple of weeks."
You could almost literally hear Kenny's and my jaws drop at the same moment. I was speechless, but Kenny, as usual, was not.
"Holy fucking shit, Lance! How could you! What are you doing? Trying to blackmail us or something?"
"Relax, guys," Rob said with a chuckle. "I'm cool with it. In fact, I think it's super tough."
"Tough" was our word for "cool" or "awesome" in the early 70s.
"Yeah, he's totally into it," Lance assured us. "In fact, Mark, most of the stuff I did with you up in my attic, or that I've done with you there too, Kenny, I learned from Uncle Rob."
Now it was my turn to be shocked again. Lance had played with Kenny up in his attic, too? I'd sort of suspected there was something between them that had proceeded our games together, but this was the first confirmation I'd had.
Kenny picked up on my consternation. "Yeah, um, I've been Lance's slave for a couple of months now."
I looked at Kenny with my mouth hanging open. His SLAVE? What did that mean? Although it did explain the quick and unquestioning subservience to Lance I'd seen Kenny exhibit more than once. Wow, this whole thing goes so much deeper than I thought. Little did I know, I was about to find out how much deeper it could go.
TO BE CONTINUED
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