Then he found the tree house.

And a lucky day it was for a wanker like him.

Johnny had often noticed it before, without paying much attention to the possibilities. It was a sturdy structure built of wooden planks and plywood, lodged firmly in the limbs of a large tree.

The tree was on his way home from school – a convenient location for a boy who inevitably came home with a hard-on – and it was on common ground between two homes, close but on neither property.

Johnny recalled that Bill Evans, an older boy, had built the tree house several years before. But Bill had gone off to college and the tree house had been left there, abandoned and unused.

On this fateful day, Johnny had been hauling home a particularly troublesome boner – since he had gotten a look up Sheena Stratton's skirt in class.

And as he was passing the big tree, it suddenly struck the youth that the tree house might make a damned good setting for jacking off.

There were wooden slats nailed to the trunk of the tree, forming the rungs of a ladder. Johnny climbed them – with some discomfort, because his hard cock-bulge kept bumping against the rough bark.

When he crawled into the tree house, he was surprised to find that it was furnished – in a fashion.

There was an old mattress on the floor, a cracked mirror on the wall beside it and pictures of naked women and girls, cut from glossy magazines, nailed up all around. There was even a damp, faded copy of a girlie magazine.

The magazine and the pictures were all streaked with what he recognized as dried cum.

It dawned on Johnny that Bill Evans must have used the tree house exactly as he, himself, intended.

And Bill Evans had gone off to college on a football scholarship – so much for the coach's silly ideas about the effects of self-abuse!

Jerking off in that place would be sort of like taking sloppy seconds, Johnny figured. But that did not deter him in the least.