Buck Naked

Subj: Buck Naked

Buck Naked

by George S.

Because I was a year younger than all the other guys in my class, nobody explained beating off to me until I discovered it for myself just a couple of months before my thirteenth birthday. But...MAN WAS IT GREAT!!!! From that moment on, through the rest of my school years, I couldn't wait to get home and lock myself in the bathroom.

I would sit on the pot and grab my dick and jerk off like the world was ending. I wouldn't even try to lubricate it or anything, and sometimes the precum wouldn't start up, so I was giving it a dry beat for all I was worth. Unfortunately, it made my circumcised head take a real beating, and I would get "skin burn" or red sore spots on it. Hell, at the time I didn't care, but the next day it would be embarrassing at the urinal at school when I was taking a piss. I would have to use my hand to hold my dick and also shield the head from any prying eyes. I tried to only go take a leak when I thought the bathroom was empty.

It was also really painful to get a hard on when the warhead was in that shape, because it made the sore spots crack. It also meant I couldn't work on it very comfortably for a day or two, but I would usually go ahead and work it anyway, since I really couldn't get along without beating off at least once every day.

By the time I was 14, I had developed a really big dick. It was not only my pride and joy, but my greatest source of pleasure. But still there were days when I would go at it too fast and too hard, and would get the skin burn places on it.

That's why on this April lunch period I was trying to cover my dick and take a leak at the same time. It was hanging long, which meant my hand had to cover more territory. But then it always hung at about 4 inches, with only 3 more to go to get hard. I had just finished pissing, and was shaking the head a little (and wishing I could play with it, since I knew it would be another two and a half hours before I could get home and really start in on it), when in the bathroom door came Mike and Todd.

They were in my class, and were 15 years old at least; Todd might have just turned 16. "Hey look!" Todd shouted, pointing at me. "Look at that head!" They rushed over before I could get my dick back in my pants, and Mike asked, "How much you been working on that thing?"

I started to deny I ever worked on it, but Todd had gotten behind me and grabbed both my arms with his hands, so I couldn't get my dick situated. It was just hanging there on a semi-hard. Todd was the stronger of the two, and I couldn't move. They looked at my pecker. It shook when Todd shook me. It still had a drop of piss on the slit head. Todd shook me again. Both were laughing. It was a horny laugh, a laugh that meant they were up to something, or if not, that they wanted to be.

"Get his pants, Mike!" Todd barked. My stomach went cold inside. This was something they had started that spring at school, and had been able to get away with without being caught. It had rapidly become the best game around.

If you were lucky, they only got your pants. If not, then they got everything as well. Usually it happened out at the back of the yard near the trees, where not many people could see. They would get a guy, pin him down spread-eagled, get off as much of his clothes as they wanted, and then play keep away while the guy ran from one person to another, trying to catch his clothes before they got tossed to someone else.

It usually ended when they tossed your pants up into a tree, and you had to climb up to get them back. Sometimes, if the guys got tired of waiting for you to climb the tree and went away, a friend who had his pants on might be willing to climb up and get the stuff for you.Because even if you still had your briefs on, the bark of the tree really scratched and cut your legs.

But sometimes, they would take belts or anything available and chase you up the tree, if you didn't start up quick enough. Mike and Todd were the ringleaders, and were not guys to mess with.

Todd was tall, blonde haired, and blue eyed, with a really great grin. And nothing made him grin like taking somebody's pants off. Mike reached for my trousers, and undid them at the waist. He was looking at my warhead and shaking his head. "Why don't you buy some oil or lube for that thing?" he asked.

I never had had anybody talk about my dick that much, or ask personal things and all. I didn't know what to say, and I sure wasn't gonna admit that I was afraid my mom would find the lube and ask what I was using it for.

"How much you been beating it, you dumb jerkoff?" Todd asked again, tightening his grip on my arms. It was beginning to hurt.

"Not much" I stammered. Mike reached for my pants, and as I tried to turn away, his hand accidentally brushed against my dick. My dick liked that. I had fantasized enough about Todd and Mike and the guys who got people stripped out back, that my pecker knew when he was in home territory.

"Look at that!" Mike cried, "he's so horny his dick wants to start up just because I get near it!" He also pointed at it with his finger, and I thought he was gonna touch it again. I really hadn't had much experience with guys touching my dick, back then.

I tried to kick him, hoping somehow to get free, but Todd leaned into my ear and said in a dead level tone, "You try to kick just one more time, and we'll get you buck naked and run you through the halls of this school so everyone can see you."

I felt my pants coming down. Maybe when they were at my ankles, I could kick him so I could get free, but then I thought of what Todd had threatened. I mean like I sure didn't want to get dragged buck naked through the school, especially at lunch when everybody including lady teachers were roaming the halls.

As Mike began lifting my legs to get my trousers off my ankles, Paul walked in. He was a year younger than me, a short little fucker who was always in trouble. "Heyyyyy mannnnn!" he shouted happily. "Can I give you a hand?"

He was all grins and excitement as he came over. He couldn't keep his eyes off my dick. "Where'd you get that thing from?" he asked. Paul was always helping them hold the guy down out back when someone was getting stripped. He kept trying to be the one to really "do the dirty work" and actually be the one to strip a guy, but Todd and Mike wouldn't let him. They said they held the jobs of honor, and he would have to earn his place.

"Lemme get his shorts" Paul begged. "Lemme, lemme, lemme!" Todd laughed, shifting his grip on me so that he was holding me under the armpits and lifting me backwards. I lost my balance, Mike lifted my feet, pulling off my shoes so that my pants would come off easily, and Paul grabbed my boxers and pulled them off. Mike shifted his hold on my legs as the shorts came down and off.

Paul stood by my waist, looking down at my semi-hard dick. "Hey, how'd you get those sore spots on the pecker head? Whatcha been doing with it?" He was absolutely gleeful.

"He jerks his meat every chance he gets" Todd said, in that horny tone of voice.

Paul reached for my dick head. "Hey, I can pick the scab off that thing." I twisted violently.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you" I said. I wanted to sound tough, but I really couldn't think of what to say.

"Is that all you can think of, Paul?" Mike asked him. "As much as you like seeing guys get stripped, I would have thought you would come up with something better. You ain't never gonna be the one to really do the good stuff on them if that's all you can think of."

Paul looked disappointed for a moment, Then his eyes lit up. "I know what we could do" he said cheerfully. "I've got a rubber in my locker, and some super glue in my satchel." I went cold inside. I could sense what was coming. "We could super glue a rubber on his dick and see what happens when he tried to work it off."

They all burst out laughing their horny laughs. They were loud. Everybody in school knew what that laugh meant, and what was bound to be going on when they heard it. When you heard that laugh sort of roaring across the back year that spring, you knew right away that somebody was getting stripped. The sound of that laugh was like a cattle call; it brought a stampede heading that way. It was the kind of laugh you could only give, or hear, if you were in a world that was young and horny and filled with spring.

The sounds must have must have carried outside, because a bunch of younger kids rushed in, all eager-eyed and ready to see everything they could. They rushed over and gathered around.

"Wow!" was the sort of things the younger ones were saying. Seeing a dick close up seemed to be a thrill to them. It would have been for me too, if it hadn't been my dick!

I was still swung between Todd and Mike. As the little kids got closer, Paul (super cool) reached down and casually thumped my dickhead with his thumb and first finger, like shooting a spitball. My dick bounced up to full height, and practically saluted.

Todd pointed at it, and said "OK, you little fuckers. You see what happens if you beat your meat too much?" Then he turned to me. "And how much do you beat off?" he asked again. Paul thumped the underside of my dickhead again, and it jerked wildly.

The little kids squealed and hollered. The noise brought others in. This was really getting out of hand (in more ways than one). Todd took command and shouted "Everybody out! Now!" in his best imitation of a military voice. "And let this be a lesson to any of you prickheads that ever thinks of beating off! And get the fuck outta here!" Todd was respected as well as sometimes feared (nobody wanted to end up out back buck naked), so the people left in a hurry. Lunch period was almost over anyway.

Now it was just the three of them and me.

"Grab him around the waist, Paul, I'm gonna get his shirt off too" Todd said. Paul was very enthusiastic. I think it's because it brought him right up near by dick again. I felt my arms being lifted, and off came my shirt. I began to feel a little cold in the bathroom with nothing on. Todd held all my clothes now, and I stood barefoot and buck naked.

Todd could always look super-cool and casual when he wanted to. He looked at my dick and said, "Tell you what I'm gonna do." He turned to Paul. "You sure you got a rubber in your locker?"

"Lemme check this thing for size, to be sure" Paul said and suddenly grabbed me by the dick, real hard. My bone was already stiff, hard, and up, and even with the pain of the skin burns on my warhead, Paul's hand felt great. Nobody had ever grabbed my dick before, even though I had fantasized it a lot.

Todd gave Paul a disgusted look. "What's wrong with you, you queer or something?" Todd sounded rough and tough, but I wondered if he really meant it.

Paul, always anxious to please, shook his head. But I noticed his little dick head was thrust against his pants. "I'll go get it now" Paul said, and ran off.

"Gimme my stuff back, Todd" I said. I figured the end-of-lunch buzzer would sound anytime now, and I wanted to get dressed.

He just stood there, holding my stuff. Mike kept grinning. Todd just raised his arm high when I tried to reach over. Mike made a grab for my balls, and I backed away.

"You're gonna be in bad trouble, Todd" I warned him. "Suppose some teacher or hall monitor comes in here. I'm gonna tell them what you did."

Paul returned, grinning and happy, waving the rubber package in his fingers. "Did you want the glue too?" he asked.

"Naw" Todd said. "This is what we're gonna do" he continued, looking at me. "Since you don't wanta talk about beating off, you can do a little project for me. You put this thing on that hard dick of yours, and if you can keep that dick up from now till the bell at the end of school, you can get your clothes back. Just two things: anytime I come in here before then, that dick damn sure better be up, and by three o'clock there better be some cum in that little sack at the end of the rubber."

"What sack?" I asked.

"You ain't never had a rubber on before? You really are lame." Then he said, "Grab him, Mike, and I'll slip this rubber on for him."

I couldn't get away. Mike held me, Paul kept laughing, and Todd slowly unfolded that rubber down the length of my hard cock. It was a feeling like I had never had before. I thought my dick had turned to glass. It seemed so full and gleaming. I was sorta proud of it, except for the situation I was in.

The buzzer sounded and they took off, carrying all my clothes. I went into one of the stalls and closed the door. There wasn't much to do now, but have a seat. I looked at my dick and that rubber. It was sort of hypnotic, like I was going to shoot off without even touching it. But I did begin to touch it, and that feeling like it turned to glass got stronger and stronger. With the rubber on it, when I ran my fingers down the pole, it didn't feel like it was really my dick I was rubbing. That was the weirdest experience I had ever had so far.

My dick seemed like it was getting ready to shoot, but I didn't know how I was going to keep it up till Todd came by, if I did shoot. But my dick head was so sore from all it had gone through, it wanted to get some relief from the pressure.

I fingered my dick a little more, not with the real strokes I used at home, but just with the tips of my fingers. The flap of skin on the underside of my warhead really wanted me to squeeze it tight. I pushed down with my thumb on top of the warhead, and pushed up and circular with two fingers below it.

At that moment, the bathroom door was pushed open, and I could hear two people coming down the stalls. I help on to my dick for one last surge of great feeling, as Paul and a big guy named Harry pushed in on me in the stall.

"See?" Paul cried triumphantly, "I TOLD you he was here!"

"Go to hell" I said, while Harry laughed and slapped his sides.

"And I brought the superglue" Paul said, his voice hot and his breath coming rapidly. He was really worked up. "Grab him, Harry."

They pulled me up off the commode seat, and Paul started pulling off the rubber. That was his major mistake. I shot off totally as his fingers wrapped around my poll and he started rolling back the rubber. He was working and I was shooting, and he suddenly had my cum on him, his pants, and his hands.

"Shit" he said. "It'll never work now. We gotta wait till you're hard again."

But at that moment I was saved. Coach Barkley walked in. "What's going on in here?" he asked. He was carrying a paddle in his hand, like all the coaches did.

Paul and Harry looked scared. Coach look at Harry, "What are you doing out of class?"

"Um...er... I was sick, Coach."

"Sure you were. And you had to have Paul help you?"

Both guys looked scared. Coach turned to look at me, "And where are your clothes? And what have you been doing to your dick?"

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the skin burn or the cum. But I wasn't about to ask. Coach Barkley is like maybe 24 or 25, whatever age it is when you aren't young any more, but the faculty keep saying you are one of the young teachers. Most of the teachers were really old, like 30 or 40 or whatever.

"And what has happened to your clothes?" Coach asked me.

"I don't know, Coach. I think somebody got them."

"Yeah, that's been happening around this school a lot this spring." He turned to Paul and Harry. I guess Coach figured it was better not to ask too much about all this stuff. "Paul, I will give you and Harry 2 minutes to get this boy's stuff and have it in here for him. If not,....." he slapped the paddle against the palm of his other hand, and left the sentence for them to finish for themselves.

But there was a problem, and I could see it on Paul's face. Paul wasn't in our grade, and didn't have any classes with Todd. He had no way to get into Todd's locker and get my clothes back.

"Coach" Paul said, shifting from one foot to another, "can I have a pass to Miss Stinson's class? I...um...need to get something from someone in there."

"Who would that someone be?" the coach asked. I wondered if Paul would give Todd away. It would be Paul's ass if he did.

"Coach..please trust me on this one" Paul said. He seemed to know the coach pretty well, since he seemed to be bargaining with him.

Coach wrote out a pass, nodding all the while. "I want to see you later, Paul" he said. He gave Paul an odd look, and Paul blushed. Then Paul grabbed the pass and took off. Coach turned to Harry and said, "Well?"

Harry wasn't very fast on the uptake. "Well what, coach?"

"Well, Harry, don't you have some place to go?"

"Oh. Sure. Bye." With that he hurried out.

Coach turned and looked at me. "Anything more you want to tell me?" he asked, looking first at my face, and then at my dick. My dick was sort of going limp, but a little cum still dripped from it.

"No sir. Just thanks for coming by to save me from them."

"Listen" he said, "I was glad to help you. Now there's something further. I know stuff goes on at the back of the yard at lunch. I want to either put a stop to it, and control it better. I want you to do something for me."

"What's that, coach?" I didn't want to tell on anybody.

"Just let me know some time when that stuff is going on out back. I want to come by and check it out."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I figured I owed him something for helping me out. I agreed. He nodded his head, and kept standing there, like he was waiting for something.

Fortunately for my embarrassment, Paul came by quickly, and left my clothes with me and took off. Coach watched me get dressed. "Want me to take a look at that dick for you?" he asked.

My dick had never been so popular, or seen up close by so many people. "It'll be OK, coach. Thanks anyway." I was pulling on clothes as fast as I could.

He smiled and shook his head. "Quit beating the hell out of that thing, will you? Or at least figure out how to do it right."

Still shaking his head, he walked out of the bathroom. I followed, heading late for my next class.

From: George S. jocktime@hotmail.com Date: November 14, 1997 Subj: Buck Naked II

Buck Naked II

by George S.

Note: This is the second part of a three-part story.

Well, life for me and my dick had certainly taken a turn for the better. It took a couple of days for my warhead to get over its soreness and skin burn, but there was so much going on that I sorta didn't mind. I had to smile one day going by the Chemistry Lab at lunch, when Coach Barkley was in there setting up test tubes or something for some Chemistry experiment. He looked up and saw me as I passed the doorway, and asked, "How's that pecker of yours?"

"It's doing ok, Coach" I said. Actually, my dick suddenly felt a little zing from being talked about.

"Well, go easy on it. Remember, there's only one, and it has to last a lifetime."

I grinned and turned a little red. Never had my dick had as much attention from so many people, as it had this past week.

I decided to step inside, since there wasn't any noise or flow of crowds toward the back of the yard. That meant that Todd and Mike weren't getting anybody stripped out there, so there wasn't anything really exciting to go see.

He was taking off his black rubberized lab apron. He was wearing his khaki shorts, school athletic t-shirt, with white socks and sneakers. He even had his whistle on a leather thong suspended down his chest. He always tried to dress young, like so we wouldn't think about how he was 24 and over the hill. And being a coach, he always wanted us to think he was still in his prime, like probably he had been when he was 17 or 18. But I was surprised actually to see what a great body he had. I was wondering if he was getting too old to find a wife.

I tell you, some of these old maid teachers aren't ever going to get a husband either. They're all dried up and like 28 or 30. School is depressing when you think about it. That's why I always say that when you're young and jacking off, you don't have to worry about a thing. Me and my dick, we got that for our motto.

Coach turned to me with a more serious look on his face. "I'd really like your help in that matter I mentioned to you last week," he began. "We don't want something going on on campus that could get out of hand..."

But he got no further, because at that moment Paul bounded in. He was grinning and opened his mouth to say something to coach.

Then he saw me and stopped dead in his tracks. We hadn't really talked since the thing in the bathroom. And it's funny, you know, but the first thought I had wasn't really about the whole bathroom incident. It was the thought that Paul had seen my dick and I had never seen his.

I didn't know why suddenly seeing me would make him stop like that. I wanted him to know that I didn't really hold anything against him. In fact, I had thought happily of Paul while jacking off ever since that incident. I remembered the feel of his hand on my dick. I remembered Mike's hand, and Todd's too. I suddenly had developed a very warm spot for all 3. In an odd sort of way, they had opened up a whole new world to me.

"Hi, Paul" I said. My dick started to acknowledge his presence also.

Paul must have seen something in my eyes (or in my pants) that reassured him, because he grinned back. "Sorry about last week" he said. But he looked like it was a happy memory for him too.

I glanced down at the front of his pants, and saw his dick head poking up. I figured he was wearing briefs and had it pointed upward. If a guy didn't want to show his dick, he should have pointed it down when he put his shorts on. Me I always liked boxers, so mine could have all the air and all the room it wanted. And lately it wanted more room most of the time. The only trouble with boxers is that if your dick falls off the middle seam, it can start to swinging long down your leg. At this point, mine had, and it was more than just swinging long, it was trying to rise up, like Godzilla coming outta the water.

I realized that I had become a real authority on underwear since Todd and Mike and them started stripping guys out back and throwing their stuff up in a tree. The best times, of course, were when they could get a guy buck naked. That happened some, but not every time. So far, it hadn't happened to me. Except for the bathroom incident.

But I really got off on watching them strip a guy. Usually you were pretty safe if you didn't stand so close that they decided to get you next. It was great when you could see it all: the guy spread eagled on the ground, with one guy holding his arms and one holding his legs, and a third guy stripping him down. And his clothes would start coming off, and he would be squirming and cussing and everybody would be hollering and laughing. And then came the moment of truth, when he was down to his underpants. Sometimes they would let him up, once someone had run away with his clothes. Other times, they would wait. And everything would get real quiet. And then you knew what was gonna happen next.

Todd would put his hand on the waistband of the shorts, and slowly start to pull them down. He would stop just before you could really see the good stuff, and there would be a pause. Then he would yank them all the way off, and the crowd would go wild. Hollering and shouting and people slapping each other on the back and pointing. And even the lookouts, who were supposed to be watching out for the coaches, would run over to take a look.

And that was how we almost got caught one time. That was about two weeks ago, and they had just finished stripping Andy, a guy in my class, and when they pulled his briefs off, he had a hard on. And they knew it was gonna be stiff, too, because you could see the warhead and the trunk on that thing trying to pop out of his shorts the minute they got his pants off. We couldn't wait for those briefs to come down. When they did, it was a sight to see.

Todd was going wild, and Andy's dick was bobbing in the wind like a fishing pole, and everybody was going crazy. And the lookouts had pulled in to watch. And that's when we saw two of the coaches coming. Man we scattered like crazy.

Coach Bull (well, he was really named Coach Bell, but he was always so mad and rough, we called him Coach Bull), was waving his paddle and people were scattering and running back toward the buildings. "What's going on here?" Bull demanded. He garbbed me by the arm before I could get away. He leaned close into my face, and I could see the fury in his eyes. "What's been happening out here?"

I looked for Andy and Todd and Mike, but they were nowhere around. They must have run into the woods, so Andy could get dressed. "I don't know, Coach" I lied, "I heard a lot of noise and came here to see. But when I got here, everybody started running."

"What exactly did you see?" he asked, raising his paddle.

"Nothing, sir."

He looked like he was going to explode. Even more than usual, that is. "You better tell me, or..."

But at that moment, Coach Clint came up. His last name isn't Clint, that's his first name. But he's a friendly guy and coaches basketball as well as PE, and the guys all call him Coach Clint. He's like 35 years old or something, and is married and has a bunch of children. All girls. When his last daughter was born, he told the team that it was a coach's curse to always have all girl babies. Then he added, "After this last one, I think we'll just quit." All the guys laughed, and one of them said, "Hey coach, you're always telling us not to be quitters." Coach just grinned. That's what I mean about him being an easy going kind of guy. He didn't mind kidding around, and he didn't mind if you did. Within reason, that is.

Anyhow, Coach Clint came over and put his hand on Coach Bull's arm, and said "Let's check over there by the trees."

The Bull relaxed his hold, and I ran back to the buildings, and the buzzer moaned loudly signaling the end of lunch. I guess the coaches never caught anybody, and most people got to class on time. It did seem kind of odd, though, that it took so long for Todd, Mike, and Andy to get back to class. But maybe they had to sneak back to keep from getting caught. Or something.

Well anyhow, getting Andy stripped that way has turned out to be one of my favorite fantasies. I mean, him buck naked with his legs spread and that dick bobbing in the wind. And what a dick. I mean that thing looked like a long range missile, preparing to launch. And afterward, every time I sat on the pot, locked in my bathroom after school, beating the shit outta my meat, I would go wild as I retold the story to myself. (Actually, that's why my dick had got so raw, at the time the guys caught me in the school bathroom). I would even imagine wrapping my hand around his dick while the others held him down, and firing off his rocket. I kinda wondered why I was having thoughts like that. But then I tried to be philosophical or whatever, and decided that it was just a phase. If life has a childhood and an adulthood, I guess these are the years of my dickhood.

But back to the Chemistry lab. The coach when to the storage closet to get some other things, and Paul edged up beside me and said, "That's a pretty hard dick you're got there."

"What about that little pecker of yours? I see it trying to peep out."

Paul made a quick grab for my dick, and I grabbed at his. I got it by the head and pinched it, and realized it was bigger than I had thought. Although Paul sort of ducked and took a bow from the waist, I got that peckerhead in my fingers and massaged it like crazy. And then he had the full length of my dick in his fingers as he grabbed the inside part of my trouser leg. He really held on. It was like an electric shock going up my rod and on through my system. I sort of convulsed because it was like almost ready to fire off.

But coach was coming back into the room, and I sort of jumped away. Paul gave me a grin, and asked, "Wanta come by my house after school?" He didn't live too far from me, but I had never been over before. This whole experience had made me really horny and in a mood for anything, so I said "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you outside after school and we can walk back together."

At that point, I left. Paul stayed to talk to the coach.

Well, the next two periods went by, and my dick stayed semi-hard, and that precum stuff made the dickhead moist and my boxers wet, and I was hoping it wouldn't show through on my trousers. I didn't much know what went on in class; in fact I got called on once in English and had no idea of what the question was, much less the answer. My only thoughts were of stuff about Paul. Like how maybe I could pin him down and strip him buck naked and work on his dick like he tried to work on mine in the bathroom last week. I thought about it so much and got so horny, and my dickhead got so moist, that finally my nuts started hurting. It felt weird, almost like I had been kicked down there or something. Sort of a sick feeling, but one I knew would go away once I could shoot off.

Well, finally sixth period ended, and I took my literature book home with me, to hold in front of my pants. Not only was my boner really long and hard, but it had managed to leak precum through to the front of my trousers.

I caught up with Paul and we started walking toward his house.

Todd passed us. Then he turned around and looked back and me and started to laugh. I thought he was gonna say something about me being buck naked in the bathroom last week. But he pointed at me, and I looked down, and realized I had moved my book to the side. All my pants problems were showing.

"You're weird!" Todd said. "Look at him, Paul! Anybody who can cum all over themselves in English class is really nuts."

I sorta cussed at him, but my face turned real red. "That isn't cum" I said defensively. I wasn't gonna tell him it was the next thing to cum.

Paul got to laughing too. I was really mad. Todd went on his way, and I said to Paul, "I didn't shoot off."

Paul didn't say anything, so I decided to get the subject off me. "I heard Todd has the biggest dick at school" I said.

"Naw" Paul said. Coach does."

"Coach Bull?" I asked. I knew some of the guys called him Bullnuts.

"Naw. Coach Barkley."

"Grown people don't count."

"Yes they do" Paul said.

I was gonna ask him how he knew anything about Coach's dick, but we were at his house, and he unlocked the door and we went in. Even though nobody was home, when we got to Paul's room he locked that door too. Then he pulled out a drawer of his clothes, and on the bottom side he took a magazine out of a manila envelope he had taped there.

"Now for the good stuff" Paul said. "Let's sit here on the bed and read."

Well, we didn't exactly read. The magazine had all kinds of nudes and stuff. The guys were real studs. When we had looked for a few minutes, Paul reached over and ran his fingers along my dick. My dick was so hard and wet already, I was about to cum just sitting there.

"Let's jack each other off" he said.

This would be my first time to do it with somebody else, but I was ready. When we both had stripped down, we sat side by side on the bed. I realized that although Paul was a grade behind me, he was about my age since I was the youngest in my class, and he was about the oldest in his. He had a good growth of hairs down there. Actually maybe better than me. But then, I told myself, my hairs had more character than his did.

His body next to mine, his hand on my dick, and mine on his, was the best feeling I have ever had since the first time I ever jacked off. Maybe even better than that time. I moved my fingers along his dick, giving a pumping motion. Paul sighed.

"Wait a sec" he said. He rose, knelt down in front of me, and put my warhead in his mouth. Wow, did my dick love that! His tongue was doing things that in my wildest dreams I could never imagine. I caressed his hair and his face, while those lips and that magnificent tongue brought my dick close to its ultimate moment of glory.

"I'm about to shoot" I said. With that he abruptly stopped, and taking his right hand, he wrapped a thumb and first finger around the base of my pole, and squeezed tightly. Everything came to a stop. I was sorta gasping for breath. I didn't know my dick could stop that way, just by wrapping your hand and squeezing. But I maybe it was just the way Paul did it.

"We'll wait a minute" he said, as he gently fingered my balls. "God but you have big balls."

"Thanks" I replied. "I'm pretty proud of them, if I do say so myself."

Paul relaxed his grip on my dick and stood up. I reached over and touched his dick, and put it in my mouth. I decided to return his favor and give him a suck.

"Hey!" Paul said suddenly, "not with your teeth, fella."

He showed me how, and I was content to suck him as he stood before me. My hands caressed his balls, and stroked his fine little ass, and moved all

over his body. These feelings were something I had never experienced before. Well, maybe in my imagination. But I was ready for whatever came.

Actually, Paul came. That is, he shot off in my mouth, that pecker of his tensing before the moment, and then a little muscle seemed to take over, and I was still sucking but he was firing shot after shot all on his own. I almost choked trying to swallow it, but Paul stepped away while I was gulping, and brought me a glass of water from the bathroom to help me get it all down.

"Drink this. Swallow it all down with this water."

"Wow" I said. "You planted some of you inside me." Paul smiled and his gray eyes smiled also.

"Now let me finish you" he said.

What I didn't know yet was that Paul had greased up his finger while he was in the bathroom, and after he had sucked on me a minute, he lifted my legs so they hung over his shoulders, and he pushed me backward on the bed. Then he moved in on my exposed asshole, and began trying to slip his finger in.

At first he was mostly poking my crack, trying to find the a-hole. I didn't know what he was up to, but his sucking on my dick felt so great I didn't much care anyway. Then his finger found its way into my ass. I gave a little moan of surprise. Then Paul began inserting it farther. When it was all the way in, I could feel it touching something inside that made me feel like I needed to take a leak. He began massaging that spot, and I was in ecstasy. He brought me to a peak where I would have been willing to do anything to shoot off. And then I shot. Great waves it seemed like. I know Paul's head jerked back as the first spasm of cum splattered against his tonsels.

Finally, when it was all over, we lay together on his bed. We had our arms around each other, and we talked. We talked about all kinds of stuff. It was like we had something to share between us that was greater than any tie we had with anybody else. My hands kept moving along his body, feeling the wonder of it. This seemed so intimate, so perfect, that I hoped it would last forever. Or at least until his folks came home.

But it didn't even last that long. Because, as we exchanged thoughts and feelings, Paul suddenly asked, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure" I said. As it turned out, I didn't know what I was letting myself in for.

"You gotta promise that you won't tell anybody. I mean it would be my ass if anybody found out. And it would spoil one of the greatest things ever."

I was getting curious. "I said I promise. Man, I may do a lot of shit, but if I give my word, then that's it."

"Ok, well here it is: me and Andy and a couple of guys are gonna get Todd. You know, out back. See, Andy wants to get revenge for what Todd and Mike and them did to him the other week."

"You mean when they got him stripped and all?" The memory still gave my dick a thrill, even though I had just shot off.

"Yeah. And the stuff afterwards. In the woods."

"What was that? I didn't know anything about it."

"Well, that's not important right now. What's important is this. We are gonna convince Todd that he needs to get Andy again, to teach him a lesson.

So we'll get him out back, thinking he's gonna get Andy, and instead we'll get him."

Paul seemed absolutely joyful about it. He believed he had the perfect plan.

"But what about Mike? You know Todd and him do the dirty work together. Mike will come to his aid and then you all will really have hell to pay."

"Naw. That's part of the plan too. Another guy is gonna pick a fight with Mike during the lunch line, and the two will get taken to the principal's office. That'll keep Mike out of the way."

I was mulling this over when we heard the front door being unlocked and opened.

"Mike son, are you home?" his mother called.

We jumped to our feet and started dressing. I never dressed that fast in my life, even if a little cum was still oozing outta my dick. Paul got his magazine safely hidden away. I could her feet coming up the stairs. I hoped we looked ok. I had a feeling of uncertain panic.

Mike got his door unlocked and called out, "Yes, mom! I'm here with a friend from school."

"Ohhh, that's nice. Don't fight."

Somehow, that struck me as the weirdest reply I had ever heard.

Anyhow, I left shortly. It wasn't until I was walking home that the full weight of the coming events hit me. On the one hand, if they got Todd, it would probably teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget. On the other hand, Coach wanted me to tell him if this started happening. Since I promised Paul I wouldn't tell, I can't say anything to Coach in advance. But if I inform him when the noise starts, while it's actually happening, and he rushes out there, what they will do is blame Paul and his friends for something that actually Todd and Mike have been responsible for.

Oh me. What was I gonna do? As it turned out, I decided to forget about it for a while, and spent a good part of the evening jacking off in the bathroom, thinking about a lot of stuff. But mostly about Paul.

From: George S. jocktime@hotmail.com Date: Nov. 23, 1997 Subj: Buck Naked III

This is the final installment of my story Buck Naked, which I would like to submit for consideration for placing in the archives. I think the word-wrap problem is solved this time. If not, let me know and I will try to find another way to handle the problem.

Thanks for your help in the past, George

Buck Naked

by George S.

(Part 3) Conclusion

I got up the next morning, wondering what else could happen. All I got to say is that I sure hope when I grow up that life won't be as complicated as it has been now. My childhood years were OK. My dickhood years are what's complicated. I want my adulthood years to be easy. A guy can only handle so much.

Speaking of which, my dick felt like it needed another workout. I had jerked off three times during the night, thinking about Paul and imagining stuff with him. And yet my dick still wasn't satisfied.

"Down!" I said. Not that it did much good. "If you don't do what I say, I'll whip you," I added. "I mean it. I will beat you good."

But I didn't have time for fun. I had to decide what to do about school and Todd and Paul and Coach.

When I got to school, there was really a feeling of excitement. It seems like it was always that way on a day when people knew they were gonna get somebody, or see somebody get gotten. My pecker was feeling pretty good, and was kinda halfway high.

I saw Paul and went over to talk to him. It was a kinda funny feeling, but a good feeling, to look at him and remember yesterday and think of what we had done and how good it had been. What's weird, though, is that I didn't necessarily think it was gonna replace my love of seeing guys get stripped. I mean, the two things are each great, but different from each other. Getting off with Paul was gonna be terrific anytime we could do it. But getting somebody buck naked would still be a great kick whenever it happened too.

It's hard to explain, but with Paul it's like exploration: trying stuff, feeling around, finding new ways of getting off. But getting somebody stripped was like power. I mean pure out raw power. There some guy is, buck naked, and you can do whatever you want. That's the real power.

I knew I had to stop thinking about that stuff, or I would be horny as hell all morning. And lunch period was a long way off. And my dick was already getting moist.

"What's up?" I asked Paul. He looked great. He grinned, his gray eyes shone with that look he gets when he's getting horny, and he had his hand shoved in his pants pocket, hiding that bone that was on the way up.

"It's all set for lunch period," Paul said. He was eager. I mean REALLY eager. This was a revenge Paul had planned for a while.

"And somebody's gonna take care of Mike?"

Paul was gleeful. "He'll be in the principal's office before the first lunch wave gets served!"

So I started for my locker. But I stopped off in the bathroom on my way. Andy was in there. I couldn't help but grin, remembering him pinned there buck naked with that warhead missile throbbing in the air. And I remembered that I had been hollering as loud as any of the others, shouting for Todd to get him all the way.

"What are you grinning at?" Andy asked. He seemed kinda defensive. I woulda thought if he and Paul were all set to get Todd, he might have been in a better mood.

Then, out of one of the stalls, came Todd. The toilet was just finishing its flushing, and Todd was pulling his pants up and getting everything fastened. I knew than that Andy hadn't wanted Todd to suspect anything.

"I might be looking for you at lunch," Todd said.

"Well, you know where to find me," Andy replied.

Then Todd turned to me. "You and this bathroom. I bet your dick really gets off in here, just remembering the time we got you."

I didn't reply. It was almost time for the bell. We all hurried out. But I stopped one place more before first period class.

I went to see Coach Barkley. I wanted to explain that maybe if he didn't interfere today, some of the people Todd used to get were going to get Todd. It could teach Todd a lesson. Finding Coach Barkley turned out to be easier than I thought. I went down the long hallway in the boys part of the gym. He was in the PE dressing room, all by himself, standing in front of a mirror, wearing only a jock strap. He filled out that pouch pretty good, and he seemed to be admiring himself when I tapped on the edge of the open doorway. He had a really great body, slender but with muscles. Smooth skin and tanned arms and legs. He turned and looked toward the hall, and saw I was alone. He realized I had been watching him. For the first time I realized how good looking he was.

"Whatcha been looking at?" he asked. He had a grin on his face. I thought he might begin to dress, but he just kept standing there. I turned red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," he said. He adjusted the pouch of his jock, and I realized that my dick was getting hard and my breathing was sounding sorta loud. "Everybody that's a male has one. By the way, how is yours?"

He walked over to me and stood right in front of me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I was really breathing loud at that point. He looked down to where my dick was trying to jump outta my pants. Then he looked in my eyes.

It was like he was searching for something. His hand on my shoulder felt real warm, and very large. He seemed about to ask me something, and I swallowed hard to make sure that my voice wouldn't crack when I answered whatever he asked.

"Have you ever thought of going out for track?" was his question. At that point, I would have promised him anything. I started to nod my head, and he went on. "You know, over spring break and also right after school lets out, I take some of the boys with me down to Rococo Beach, and we camp out there."

Wow! Rococo Beach! That was a great spot, near a state park, right on the Gulf, with woods and everything nearby. It was almost exactly halfway between Pensacola and Pascagoula, and people from both those states as well as Alabama went there. It had the whitest sand and beautiful blue-green water that was always so clear it seemed impossible.

He put his other hand on my other shoulder, and me and my dick went wild. He leaned closer, and added, "You could start dropping by in the afternoons after school, and maybe start getting in shape. I'll be glad to help you."

"Yes sir!" was all I could manage as my reply. But he could tell from the look in my eyes, and the size of my totem-pole dick sticking out, how happy I was. He gave my shoulders a little squeeze.

At that moment, the bell rang for first period. I turned to go, promising I would come by every afternoon, and for the first time in over two years, I forgot about how I absolutely had to get home right away every afternoon to beat off.

I turned and dashed for the hall. I looked back once, and he was still standing there watching me. I would swear that the bulge in his jock had gotten bigger.

It took lunch period forever to finally arrive, but in one way I was so preoccupied with Coach and track and thoughts of Rococo Beach, I didn't really mind. But when the bell did ring for lunch, something suddenly dawned on me: I had forgotten to tell Coach about what was going to happen to Todd!

But I didn't have time to find Coach now. I figured that with Mike out of the way, Paul and Andy and Andy's friend Dogwater, could take care of Todd. But I thought I ought to be there in case they needed help. And also I wanted to be there so I could see the whole thing and have some new stuff to think about when I jerk off.

So I went to take a quick leak in the bathroom, and there I got my next big shock. Out of one of the stalls marched Mike.

My mouth must have hung open when I saw him, because he gave me an odd look, and asked, "What the fuck you looking at, dickhead?"

"Oh, nothing. But aren't you going to lunch, Mike?"

"Naw. I'm not hungry anyhow. I think I'll go out back and find Todd. I think he's planning to get somebody today." Then he gave me that horny grin he had.

Well, I tell you I hauled ass on outta there as fast as I could. If Mike hadn't gone to lunch, then there was no chance for him to get sent to the principal's office. I went across the wide yard behind the school, heading toward the back, where stuff would happen if it was gonna happen. And apparently, nothing had started happening yet, because there wasn't any noise, and no people seemed to be gravitating that way.

Now normally I would have turned back. But I guess I was so sure that stuff was going on, I didn't use my head. Actually, I guess if I really told the truth, I would have to say I was using my dick instead. I was so set on seeing somebody get stripped buck naked, I just hurried on as fast as I could.

That's why when I turned the corner by the old shed, near the trees where they always go to get a guy, that I almost totally ran into Todd. And Dogwater. And Andy. My heart dropped. Things weren't supposed to be happening this way.

"Surprise!" shouted Todd in a sarcastic voice.

They all made a grab for me, and dragged me behind the shed where no one else could see. I knew I didn't have a chance. I wondered what had gone wrong and what had happened to Paul.

But I didn't have to worry long about that. Todd said, "We done already got Paul, and he's hiding in them woods somewhere, hoping somebody'll get him his pants back." His voice had a mean tone, as he added with a snort, "Shit, you shoulda seen him when we got through with him." The others laughed.

At that point, stuff started to happen fast. They got me pinned, with Andy holding my arms and Dogwater holding my feet, and Todd started getting my pants. He kept grabbing at my dick while his fingers worked on my zipper and stud snap, and he had gotten my dick halfway hard before he even started getting my pants and shorts down. While he was doing that, Andy straddled my head and kept my arms pinned with his knees, as he looked down my body to see what Todd was up to. Andy also began pulling off my shirt.

Actually, that was the best move Andy ever made. Because, while he was shifting off my arms to pull my shirt over my head, I could maneuver free of him, and kicked at Dogwater who was pulling my socks off. Todd had run off with my pants and shorts, but I figured I could handle these two.

My only problem was that Todd had finally gotten my dick so hard, I couldn't roll over very easily without feeling like I was going to pole vault. Andy realized I was trying to get up, and he quickly started pinning me down. Dogwater was cursing down by my feet, but I could feel that my socks were completely off now. I gave Dogwater a sharp kick that sent him backward. That left just Andy.

But Andy was more than I bargained for. He had my T-shirt, and used it like a rag to tie both my wrists behind my back. And he did it really fast, too. Grabbing me by my dick, he used it as a rod to pull me up. If you have never been pulled along by your dick, I can tell you that it isn't much fun. Well, at least not the way he was doing it.

"Let's run" he shouted. Run? I just barely had my balance as it was. I lurched forward as he pulled. It felt like my pole was gonna come out at the root.

What might have happened after that, I don't know. But this stuff came to an end right away when Coach Buckley's voice shouted, "Stop!" I looked up and there Coach was, with Paul beside him. Both were out of breath. Coach was holding his paddle.

For just an instant everybody froze. Then Andy sheepishly let go of my rod. But like a final gesture before he started untying my hands, he quickly grabbed the little flap of skin under my dick's head, and gave a brief, downward pull. My dick bobbed up and down in the breeze.

Todd came out of the woods, and reluctantly gave me my clothes back. I never saw a guy who looked so disappointed. Then all of them looked at Paul.

"Where'd you get those clothes?" Todd asked, almost unbelieving.

"I always kept a spare pair hidden in a plastic bag in the woods, even since the old days. I figured my time was coming sometime, and I always wanted to be ready." Then he turned to me. "The whole thing about getting Andy again was a scam so they could get you and me."

Coach Barkley turned to the three guys. "This stuff has got to stop. I'm going to settle with you guys once and for all."

Dogwater hung his head. "Aw, coach..." he began, but Barkley cut him off.

"Don't think you can `aw coach' me, Dogwater. Do you realize all three of you could be expelled from school? And what would your parents say if we dragged them all down to the office, and told them that you guys really got off on getting other guys stripped?"

"No!" they all started protesting at once. Coach began herdling the three of them back to his office, while they all promised to do anything he wanted if he just wouldn't get them expelled or tell their parents. I began putting my clothes on.

"Damn but my dick hurts," I complained to Paul, once the others were out of sight.

"Oh, I can do something about that," Paul replied. I knew what he had in mind, but at that moment I wanted to find out how he got away and what happened. He told me about getting his clothes out from their hiding place in the woods, and running back to get Coach Barkley. "We won't ever again have to worry about getting stripped or ending up buck naked."

"Well, I sure am glad of that." I went on to tell him about Coach asking me to run track, and how I had agreed.

Paul seemed really pleased. "You're gonna like that...IF you can wait on beating off until after practice each day."

"If you're around, maybe you can help me with it afterward."

Paul laughed. "And you're gonna really like Coach Barkley. He may even surprise you."

"Whatta you mean, Paul?"

He only smiled. But I knew good things were finally on the way for me.

Buck Naked

Part 4: The Itch

• Note: This is an on-going story.

If you missed any previous parts,

I will be glad to send them to you. -

I guess I thought my troubles were over. I was getting in shape for track, staying after school and using the gym every afternoon, dressing out there and running a lot. And I never got to beat off until I got home, and if it was late, my mother would be calling me to come eat, and wondering why I was taking so long in the bathroom. And when she put that kind of pressure on me, it was hard to really get off in there like I used to.

Some days I got to go by Paul's, and when his mother wasn't home, we would go up to his room and lock the door and really have a great time with each other. I learned a lot about myself and sex and what it is like to have a really close relationship with another guy. I mean like to know exactly what another guy's body is like, to move my hands all over it, to touch him any place I felt like, to see him standing there without a stitch on, and just want to hold on to him forever.

We called it 'The Body Thing,' meaning what we did with each other before we actually started the real sex. It was slow, and it got me horny as hell, whether it was playing with his body or him playing with mine. The slow touching and slow movement, sort of like an explorer finding an undiscovered country.

And sometimes before we would have sex, I'd play with him a little. He's not circumcised and I am, so it was a new experience for me to have a different kind of dick to play with. So he'd sit on the side of his bed, and I'd kneel down in front of him. I'd spread his legs, and get up close to his dick, and begin to slide the skin down from the head.

And that was really different. See, if Paul pulled on my dick from the base, the head wouldn't get much action. But if I did it that way to him, that head would get rigid as the skin moved off and on to it. So I would work it a while before I started sucking on it. I really liked playing with his, and he seemed to like playing with mine. We would always warn each other before we were ready to shoot, so we could get our mouth back on it again.

Paul was a real expert with his tongue, and my dick gloried in it. Paul also was helping me get my ass hole a little wider. He said he really liked getting in a guy that way. I never had done it and never had seen it, but I was willing to do my part. And when he got his greased finger all the way up my butt, he had a way of sorta wiggling it that drove me crazy.

It was while we were doing our slow, hands-on inspection of each other's body, that Paul happened to say, "I think you're getting the itch down here." His face was between my legs, my dick was beside it, poking at his ear.

"Well, I've been scratching there a little lately. Sometimes when I've been running, the sweat pours out and I get pretty damp down there."

"I guess that can do it," Paul agreed a little reluctantly. "Usually it's from something a little more than that."

I started to turn red. I sure didn't want to admit my latest vice to Paul. After all, he was my best friend. But after the showers were over and I was alone in the dressing room, I would go to one of those free-standing wash basins, and I would straddle it and soap up my dick and beat off like crazy. It could get really wild. When you're young and horny and jacking off, there's nothing you can't do.

It was like I was telling the whole world they could fuck off. My legs would be wrapped around the basin, and my balls would be hitting against the front of it, and my dick would be all slick and soapy and gleaming. It was great!. I had never been caught, and I didn't want to get caught, but the thought that I could be, sure added to the excitement. Besides, if I waited until I got home, who can jack off in peace with their mother calling out every few minutes, "Are you through in there yet? I can't understand what takes you so long now. When you were little, I could hardly get you to stay in the bathroom long enough to do the things you needed to do."

But all this introspection was interrupted by Paul, who said, "You better let coach get a look at that itch before it spreads and gets a lot worse." Then he looked up and grinned from ear to ear. "He's got some stuff he can rub on it that'll get rid of it right away."

I jumped up. "I ain't gonna let him rub that atom bomb stuff on me!" I had hear about the salve coach used. People said that when coach rubbed that stuff on, it burned so bad that even guys as tough as Todd would get tears in their eyes. Also, I felt kind of embarrassed to think of standing buck naked in front of coach while he rubbed the salve on.

"Paul, can I just get him to give me the salve, and maybe put it on by myself later?"

Paul grinned some more. This whole situation seemed to be making him very happy. "No, coach says guys chicken out later and never use it. He says when he puts it on you, he knows it stays on."

"I don't know, Paul. I don't want to stand up in front of him buck naked..."

"You're not buck naked, you just drop your pants and shorts, and hold your shirt up out of the way, and coach pushes your dick and balls to one side..."

"Oh, shit, that sounds just as bad, maybe worse." I could just picture my dick starting up while coach is feeling around down there.

As if he could read my thoughts, Paul said, "You don't need to start worrying about your dick getting hard while coach is feeling down there. Once that atom bomb stuff gets on you, bones and hards are the last things you'll be thinking about."

Suddenly all thoughts of sex had left me. I started putting on my clothes.

"Shit, Paul, you can sure ruin a guy's good hard-on."

Anyhow, after I was dressed I still felt horny, but I knew I ought to go on home. It was almost time for Paul's mother to walk in the front door anyway. Paul started to put his magazine away on the bottom side of the dresser drawer where he kept it in a taped manila envelope.

"Wait," I said. I wanted to look at one of the pictures again. It was of a blonde haired, blue eyed dude who was beating off like crazy, and one picture showed him at the exact moment of shooting off. It was great. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth was sort of half open and breathing hard, and the cum was starting to spurt out.

Paul grinned. "You change your mind about leaving?"

"Naw. I got to go." But I was horny all the way home. The face of that guy stayed in my mind. The face and the dick. The face and the dick and the cum. Oh shit. Everything. But when I jacked off that night and thought of the pictures, it wasn't that guy's face that I was imagining. Instead, I realized I had substituted Todd's. Damn but that was weird.

The next day I saw Todd at school. I felt kind of funny about how it was his face I thought of when I had jacked off, his face on that guy's great body. Todd glared at me. I really couldn't figure what his trip was, because somehow he blamed me for him getting caught by Coach Barkley.

"The score ain't evened yet," Todd said. "Just you wait."

"Ohh, I'm really scared." I figured it would be better to out-bluff him.

About that time I looked across the hall where everybody was getting stuff from their lockers, and saw Buddy. You couldn't miss Buddy. At 6 foot 5 inches, and like maybe 220 pounds, Buddy really stood out from the crowd. Even Todd and Mike and Dogwater kept their cool when Buddy was around.

Which was kind of odd, because Buddy was probably the most easy-going guy at school. He smiled a lot, he didn't say much, but you could sort of tell how he felt about things by the look in his eyes. The little kids all liked him, and when he was around them it was like a lot of little dogs trying to sit on top of one big dog. I used to laugh when I watched them together.

And Buddy was always patient with people. But he never liked to see anybody getting picked on. A couple of times he had walked up on what could have been potential trouble in the school year, and the ones involved just walked away. He could break up a fight by just stopping by and looking at the people involved.

Since he played a lot of sports, I figured I would ask him about the itch. This seemed like as good a time as any.

Since I am almost 6 foot 2, I don't usually have to look up when I am talking to anybody. But with Buddy it was different.

"Hi, Buddy. You've gone out for sports a couple of years now, haven't you?"

"Sure have," he replied, and his voice had that strong, quiet assurance about it. He had sleek black hair, and dark eyes, with a skin color that looked bronzed, as if his ancestors could have been from both the Indians and the Spanish. At times he almost had the posture of some ancient tribal chief or conquistador from the long ago.

"Have you ever had the itch?"

"The itch to do what?"

"I mean the itch like the jock itch."

He took a step back, like he thought it was contagious. "I keep myself clean." He almost sounded offended.

"Well, I do too, but I think I've got it."

"How did you get it, if you really keep yourself clean?"

Oh damn, I thought, here goes someone else asking the wash basin question that I can't answer. I am not gonna admit I straddle that thing and jack off every afternoon. (I wondered if I could at least remember to clean the outside of the basin in the future, before I started.)

"That's not important, Buddy. What I wanted to ask you was about that atom bomb stuff that coach puts on a guy to cure the itch. How bad is it? I mean like how bad does it burn?"

Buddy seemed sympathetic. "Well, remember he doesn't put it on your nuts."

"I know that," I said indignantly.

"What I mean is, there was a club or fraternity that initiated some guys a while back, by rubbing the stuff on their balls. They said it burned something awful. They rubbed one guy's balls so much with it, that his balls turned brown and peeled."

Oh, God. But at that moment, the class buzzer rang, and everyone started taking off for class. I got to wondering if maybe I could put off this itch cure for a few days. But I never got the chance. When I went for third period PE, Coach Barkley took me aside.

"I hear you've got an itch problem."

Damn Paul anyway. What does he do, run tell the coach everything I say?

"Yes sir, coach."

"Why don't you come on in. Let me take a look at it and see how bad it is. I have something I can put on it."

Oh, boy. I could picture my balls turning brown and falling off, or peeling, or whatever. I followed him in to the team training room, where there was a brown table used for massages or treating injuries.

"Step up on here, and drop your pants and underwear, and I'll take a look at it."

That's what I had been dreading. Coach Barkley is strong, with muscles and good lucks and a great body. When he talked to me like that, his voice was quiet and husky, and it really turned me on.

So I dropped my pants and boxers, and held up my shirt and stood with my legs wide apart, and coach came up close and was checking stuff out between my legs. My dick was hanging long, and it zinged a little when coach's fingers pushed it and my balls to one side. I could feel his hot breath on my prick, as he examined my crotch.

"How'd you happen to get this?"

Oh, God. Why don't I just take out a fucking one-page ad and get it all announced once and for all. "I'm not sure, coach. It just started a couple of weeks ago."

He gently pushed my dick and balls to the other side and looked there. "It just started since you've been running track and taking a shower in the late afternoon?"

Oh, God. Does he know? Has somebody seen me riding the rim of the basin, flogging the hell outta my dick? "Yes sir."

His breath was hot on my dick, and his fingers were touching my balls. "There doesn't seem to be anything more than a skin rash. No fungus, nothing on your balls. It hasn't spread."

With his hands there and his breath there, my dick was gonna want to start up most any time now, so I reached down for my shorts.

"Wait a minute, there, don't be so fast. I still want to put something on it, just to be sure."

He turned away to get some salve from a drawer further down. I was standing there on the table with my legs apart. I looked toward the doorway, and there stood Paul, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes were fixed eagerly on my dick. Paul and I had done 'The Body Thing' enough times before jacking off or sucking, that he knew exactly how my dick would act just before starting up.

I decided on a desperate move. "Coach! Make Paul get outta here. He's just standing in the doorway looking at me." I tried to sound angry. Paul knew what it was all about. He stepped away.

"Paul," coach said, coming back and heading for the doorway, "if you don't have something to do, I can sure find something. Like sweeping out the gym." Coach slammed the door, but Paul was long gone by that time anyway.

Coach came over with the salve. I wondered if it would burn. Or if it would get me sexed up.

"Can you move your legs a little further apart? I need to get up in there, to really rub this in."

He moved in close, his hands moved my good stuff to one side again, and his breath was on my dick. It very warm and soothing, and my dick began to respond accordingly. His hands were right beside my balls, rubbing the salve into the inside top of my thighs. It began to burn a little, but not bad.

"I saw you watching me the other day," coach said quietly, almost in a husky whisper. "Do you like guys?"

Before I could answer, my dick went up rock hard like a rocket waiting to take off. It practically poked coach in the eye. I fumbled for what to say.

Then coach said, "That's OK. Paul says you do. Paul and I have a sort of relationship. I wondered if you might want to join us sometime."

Wow! Had I just had a great offer, or what? I said yes, and was going to ask when, but coach already answered by saying, "Not here. I want you to come down to Rococo Beach with us some time."

Rococo Beach! I couldn't believe it! "Does the whole team go?"

"Sometimes. But sometimes I just take a few guys who share the same interests. Paul really likes you. I don't want you to think that Paul is somebody that is... well... attached to me."

It sounded confusing, but whatever he was trying to explain to me, at the moment what I wanted most to pull my pants up. My dick was still bobbing in the wind. "When would I get to go?"

"I thought you and Paul might want to go next weekend."

That sounded great! I was about to pull my pants and shorts back up, but his face was still about one inch away from my dick's head, and when he talked and breathed on it, I swear I was getting a little precum there. It seemed for a moment that he might actually take my dick in his mouth, or at least give a little massage to the head, but then somehow the moment passed. Coach turned away.

"OK, you can pull them up now."

I dashed out of there as happy as I could be. I was also about as horny as I could be, too. And it was going to be a long day. On my way to next period class, I passed Todd and Dogwater in the hall.

"You'll get yours," Todd said. Dogwater just snickered.

Finally school and track and practice were over, and the time had come to get a shower and go home. Practice for track is a little like jacking off: you can do it by yourself, or you and a couple of friends can do it together. It kind of depends on what you're in a mood for. Today I had just run by myself.

So I returned, near early twilight, to an empty dressing room and deserted showers. One person was just leaving when I went in.

"Hi, Danny." He looked great. He was wearing a white T-shirt that made his muscles bulge and ripple, and tan gym shorts that had a high slit on the outside of both legs, and that showed off his well-shaped ass. I admired his bronzed skin and almost hairless arms. I sneaked a look down at his crotch, and saw a happy bulge there. I wished I could get to know him better. I'm sure he has a lot to offer, particularly in the groin area.

Damn, I hate myself when I think that way. And it seemed like lately I had been having those thoughts more and more. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. But I kind of liked it. And whatever it was, it was keeping me horny as hell.

Danny looked up and grinned at my greeting. He stopped, and as he turned to face me, he put his hand on my shoulder. It was meant in a friendly way, but my dick was like a horse at the starting gate, and it took that as a signal to leave the post and enter the field. I had to sort of bend forward at the waist, to keep my dick from showing.

"Did coach fix up your itch?" Danny asked. He was being kind; it wasn't meant as a sneaky question.

"Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought. He said it wasn't jock itch. It might just be a rash. The stuff didn't burn bad. He was nice."

"Coach is a good guy." Danny said it with respect. I kind of winced at myself for wanting to wonder if he went to Rococo Beach to any of Coach's extra things. But I didn't have to wait long. Danny added, "He takes guys down to the beach, to a place he has there."

"You mean like taking the team?" I hated myself for prying. But I somehow just had to know how Danny fitted into the picture. My dick seemed to want to know also, seeing as how it wanted to jump out like it would ask the question if I didn't.

As he started to reply, I could tell that he didn't know what I meant. "Well, I guess so. I mean, it's just that coach takes some of us to his place some times."

I looked at him with admiration. A gentle giant who seemed to go untroubled through a troubled world, and seem to only want to just get along with people.

"I got to go, Danny. Is the dressing room empty?"

Danny blinked, as his mind took in the change of subjects. "Yeah. The janitors will lock up soon, so you better hurry. Do you always take a shower this late? You are always last."

Right! As I dashed off, he seemed to have one more thought. "Hey...did you ever figure out how you get the rash?"

Oh, God! "No, Danny. But I'll try to tell you all about it when I do."

He said OK and shambled on his rugged but unknowing way, and I hurried into the showers.

I stripped down and took a shower, while my dick still stayed at attention. When I finished, I took a look over at the wash basins. My dick saw them too, and a tremendous need to make one final use of one of them took over me. I had promised myself that I would be careful, would clean the outside of the basin first, and even that I would stop doing it this way. But the urge was too great.

Inside of two minutes, I had the water running, my dick soaped up and hard as hell and I was riding high across the basin rim, my hand whacking the hell out of my pole, and my legs straddling the basin for all I was worth. It was like the final stretch of the Kentucky Derby. I was straddling, riding, pumping, thrusting, and my dick was nearing the best shot it had had in a long time. I reached my climax, I was going wild, cum was firing off like an assault barrage, and...

And...the door burst open.

"Gotcha!" a voice shouted.

In charged Todd. Followed by Dogwater, Mike and Andy.

Buck Naked

Part 5: The Works

There they came, happy, hot, and horny, and they were coming for me. Cum was still spurting out of my dick when Andy and Dogwater grabbed me. Andy grabbed my dick like he had done out back that time, and I was sure he was going to play his game of "Wanta run?" but this time he cussed instead.

"That damn dick's all soapy. Shit!" He held his hand like it had gotten contaminated.

The others laughed. Dogwater looked at the last of the cum dripping off tip of my dick. My piss slit was quiet now.

"Get that stuff off that dick now," Todd commanded. The water was still running in the basin, so that part was easy. But I couldn't figure what they wanted to do to me. Everybody had gone home, so there was no point in dumping me outside buck naked. And getting a guy buck naked where everybody could see, was the whole point of doing this stuff.

I straddled the wash basin and cleaned myself off. Andy threw me a towel. When I had dried that area of myself, he snatched the towel before I could wrap it around me.

"You ain't gonna need that," he said.

They gathered around me. Something about the whole scene was making me so horny that my pole was still stiff. It hadn't even begun to droop. Dogwater kept watching it with interest. I was embarrassed, but also puzzled about what they wanted to do. Obviously Todd didn't want to fight, or we would have been going at it from the moment he came in.

Todd stood behind me, ready to grab my arms if I moved. Andy and Mike stood on either side. But Dogwater stood in front, looking at my dick as if he had never seen one before in his life. He bent down closer to it. Finally he took my peckerhead, holding it between his thumb and his first two fingers.

"He ain't got no dick skin on his." Dogwater seemed dumbfounded.

"Dogwater," Todd griped, "don't you know anything? He's been circumcised. Haven't you ever seen that before?"

My erection was giving a little throb as Dogwater kept his fingers there. He wasn't trying to give me a rub, but his curiosity was having the same effect, because his fingers kept massaging my dick's head and underside. I began to twitch. Todd noticed it instantly.

"We got something here that'll take care of that twitch." He sounded gleeful.

Dogwater kept fingering the head. He looked at it closely and said, "He's getting some dogwater now."

"That's called precum" the others corrected him. Dogwater had been the youngest in a big family of rowdy brothers who lived out from town, where moonshine was the main product. They were a fighting bunch, and when Dogwater started school he already knew how to take care of himself. When adolescence hit and guys talked about jacking off and stuff like that, it turned out Dogwater claimed the word for precum was dogwater. That's how he got his nickname. He wasn't going to call it precum.

What's weird, though, is that before that event, no one knew what Dogwater's real name was. He was just the youngest of those Mathews' boys, a whole generation of whom had passed through the school. Now he was known forever as Dogwater.

He still held my cock head. With his other hand he gently took one finger and touched the slit where the precum oozed. It was sticky. He rubbed his finger across the slit, and I almost jumped like a jolt had gone through me. Dogwater seemed not to notice. He removed his finger, held it to his lips, licked it, and announced, "Yep. That's dogwater all right."

"Well," Todd said, "he's just jerked off in the basin, and now he's ready to cum again. But we've got other plans first."

At Todd's signal, Andy and Mike grabbed my arms and held them. Todd seemed to be getting something; I couldn't see because they held me facing forward. Dogwater still held my dick, looking at the head.

Todd came around in front of me, forcing Dogwater out of the way. Dogwater stepped aside, letting go of my cock, but he looked unhappy, almost disappointed in a way.

But Todd was gleeful. "See this?" he asked, holding up a small jar. "It's coach's atom bomb salve. And do you see this?" He held up a toothbrush. "Guess what we'll use to put this stuff on with?"

Oh shit. Oh man. "Hey. You better not try nothing, Todd. What did I ever do to you that would make you keep wanting to get me?" As I was saying this, Andy and Mike started tying my hands behind my back, using some kind of wire they had.

As Todd started unscrewing the lid to the jar, he got more excited. "You shut up! I can do whatever I want to do, you dickhead. Every time I try to get you, I get in trouble. Well, that's over now, because here I can do anything I want. Anything." He paused for breath. "I can take this toothbrush and I can put this atom bomb stuff all over your balls, I can keep brushing it under the head of your dick 'till you shoot off, and I can even run it up your ass and then brush your teeth with it."

Like the most powerful aphrodisiac, those words seemed to be having a sexual effect on everybody. Todd and Dogwater both had bulges in the pants. In fact, Dogwater began feeling himself down there. And next to me, Andy and Mike were breathing heavily. Andy began touching my butt.

There's something about somebody touching your butt when you can't move, when you're buck naked and unable to do anything about it, when you know those hands are in control of your destiny, that can really make my dick get stiff. Stiffer than it ever had been before.

My butt must have flinched or a muscle moved or something, because Andy said, "Man, your smooth ass sure likes my touch." Mike laughed, as Andy continued to slowly move his fingers around the right flank, moving ever closer to my crack.

My dick decided to twitch upward, and Dogwater said, "Look, he's got more dogwater coming out now. I didn't think anybody could dogwater that soon after he just shot off." With that, he reached again with his finger and massaged the slit where the precum was glistening.

Now it wouldn't have been so hard to take, if he was just reaching there and touching the tip. But no, he was actually rotating the tip of his finger on it. I shuddered, and Mike and Andy grabbed me by the arms so I couldn't back up, and Dogwater this time really pushed his finger against the tip, like he somehow wanted the finger to enter the channel there. It hurt and it felt weird. At that very moment, Andy jammed his finger up my butt hole.

Damn, but that hurt! He didn't even have it lined up right, and I think he needed to cut his nails too, so there was a feeling of being scraped as he pushed and jammed it up me.

So there I was, with Dogwater stupidly pushing his finger into my piss hole from the front, and Andy sticking his finger up my ass hole in the back. Nobody had ever really been up my asshole. Just those times that Paul and I were together, when he had experimented with his finger greased, trying to open up my butt.

"Hold still," Dogwater said, and with his other hand he grasped my dick's head between his thumb and first finger. At that moment, I wasn't very far from shooting off again. For an instant, my mind kind of blanked out what was going on, and I thought about how if I shot off now, it would be the closest two times in a row that I had ever had.

Todd had the toothbrush ready now, and it was covered with that atom bomb stuff. Dogwater reluctantly let go, still trying to get the last bit of precum off the slip. Andy wiggled his finger in my ass, and I jumped and lurched from the effect.

Andy leaned close to my ear. "You like my finger up your butt, don't you, you dipstick."

I turned my head to cuss him, when Todd said "Andy, you shit head, have you got your finger up his butt? Is that all you like to do to anybody?"

Andy must have been afraid of Todd, because he pulled his finger out right away. Then I heard him cussing. "He must have a real dirty ass hole. Look at my finger. That ain't never happened before."

"You stupid shit," Todd said. "Don't you remember those other guys still had their shorts on? You were frigging them through their shorts, not buck naked!"

I was afraid Andy might say he expected me to lick his finger. But fortunately for me, Todd was in charge, and he said, "Go wash your fucking hand, you idiot." Andy did what he was told. Todd really seemed to have a lot of control over the others.

"Spread your legs," Todd said. "And Dogwater, you get under him to keep him still."

That last remark didn't make much sense to me. At least it didn't until I realized that Todd wasn't going to put the hot stuff on my balls right then. Dogwater went behind me and crouched down and grabbed my balls. But he didn't squeeze. Instead, as Todd moved closer with the toothbrush, Dogwater took one finger and placed it squarely along the crease in the sack, and lifted it upward. As he pushed harder, the effect was like riding a rail. It was ecstasy, but it also was pressure. I went up on my toes.

At that point, Dogwater grabbed my balls with his other hand, holding the top of the sack so I couldn't move higher. His straight finger still pushed my two balls in opposite directions, and the "rail" I was riding still wanted to lift.

Todd took the toothbrush, and began brushing my dick with the atom bomb salve. It happened fast, because he went up and down the shaft, and then got to the underside of the head and stayed there. My dick felt like it was on fire. He began to rapidly brush that most tender and sensitive part, and my dick's head almost went numb. But not before I shot, riding the rail into the imagined fire of the burning dick, and cum sprayed everywhere. And all the while the cum was flying, Todd never stopped brushing the underside. The head would rise away from the toothbrush and fire a shot, and the toothbrush would follow, and the head would bounce down, and the toothbrush would swoop across it again.

"Look at him go!" Dogwater shouted from down below me. Todd jumped back from the cum, which seemed to go in a different direction with each blast. Andy and Mike were laughing like crazy. And the worst part was that we were near a basin mirror, and I could see my face and their reactions, and my dick whipping up and down with the force of the orgasm.

Andy, who seemed to have a great interest in butts, said, "Ram it up his asshole and then brush his teeth with it."

Dogwater finally let go of my balls, even if he seemed a little reluctant. He stood back up and came around in front. "You sure got big balls."

I decided to sound brave. "It takes big balls to shoot a load like that," I said.

Todd was scraping the toothbrush around the salve jar. "We'll see how big they feel when we get this atom bomb on them."

"Put it up his ass," Andy kept saying. "Let's see how high he jumps when he's got a whole asshole of atom bomb!"

Now that sounded dangerous. I may not know much, but I sure as hell know what "For external use only" means. I tried to shake away from Andy and Mike, but they held me too hard.

"Bend him over," Todd said.

"No, Todd!" I said. "Some things are just playing around. But that stuff can be dangerous."

I don't guess any of them could have stopped at that point. They had gotten too psyched up, too aroused, to be able to quit. I could see that all of them had erections: their dicks were hard as hell. They began pulling me over to the basin, and Andy and Mike were by my feet, pulling my legs apart.

At that point, bent over the basin where I couldn't see anything, as I looked down at the drain into which my cum had flowed so joyously on so many late afternoons recently, it seemed odd to hear a door being thrown open. And Andy and Mike suddenly released me. When nothing else happened, I straightened myself up and looked around.

There in the doorway stood Danny. Good ole Danny! He had his arms folded, and looked from one to another of us. I am sure he saw how hard their dicks were, even under their clothes. And he looked at me as if he knew exactly what had happened to me. Andy and Mike began hurriedly undoing my hands. And still nobody had said a thing.

I guess that Todd finally couldn't stand the silence any more. His voice sounded a little ragged when he spoke, like he was both sexed-up and scared at the same time.

"We were just--uh--having a little fun."

"Is that your idea of fun?" Danny's voice sounded tougher than it did at school.

Todd had an odd look, and his eyes seemed to go out of focus. His breath was uneven, quick and rapid, like when you're about to shoot off. I had never seen anybody in that shape before. And I wasn't too sure what the problem was.

Danny turned to the others. He was still the same Danny, but now his voice had authority in it. "You three take Todd's clothes off, and then get the hell out of here and I don't want to ever see you involved in anything like this again. Understood?"

Whatever Danny's hold on them was, it was clear they didn't want to give him any trouble. With downcast eyes, they went over to Todd. Todd had a helpless look, as if he was finally losing his hold over his group of followers. But his eyes also still had that out-of-focus look even as they got his shirt and pants. He stepped out of his trousers when they dropped them, and then looked toward Danny pleadingly.

"Not my shorts. Not yet."

Danny seemed to understand. "You three losers get outta here."

They left in a hurry. Todd stood there in his jockey shorts. The bulge was immense, as if it wanted to tear its way out of the material. Danny walked over and stood beside Todd. I still hadn't put my clothes on, but I didn't want to leave until I knew what was going on.

Danny sounded almost fatherly as he put his hand on Todd's shoulder. "Did you shoot off in your shorts?"

Todd's breath still came in gasps, and his eyes still had that wild, haunted look. Danny's hand patted Todd on the shoulder, and with each pat Todd seemed to be about to somehow burst. "I haven't shot yet," he confessed.

"OK. Then," and Danny gave a quiet sigh as if he was about to issue an order that he hadn't wanted to, "you know what I'm gonna tell you to do, Todd."

Todd looked at him quickly, and his eyes were pleading. But he didn't say a word. It seemed like his whole body was readying for something that was about to explode from within.

"Put your hands behind your head, Todd." Todd did so. He seemed to want to bend forward, to hide the intensity of his erection. Danny straightened Todd's shoulders so he was completely erect. "Don't try to hide it, Todd. After what you were just trying to do to him, I think he deserves to know what you're really like. Not just on the surface, but deep down in."

This sounded like heavy stuff to me. I kinda wondered if I was really supposed to be there for this. Maybe it would be something I would be happier not knowing. As I puzzled, Danny gently pulled open the elastic waistband of Todd's jockeys, and slowly pulled them down.

Todd stood very erect, in more ways than one. That dick of his was really long. When I had told Paul that day that now seemed so long ago, that Todd was rumored to have the biggest dick in school, I had never actually seen what Todd had. Now I did see it. It had to be at least 8 inches. It wasn't big around, though. But the fact that it was slender gave it the appearance of tremendous length. The head seemed like a happy knob atop a long, long stick.

Danny motioned to me to come over. When I was beside Todd, I could see how tense he was. "Todd's just about to shoot off. Would you like to see what makes Todd shoot off?"

Todd turned his eyes towards me. They were still somewhat out of focus and sort of wild looking. I think he wanted me to say no.

In that moment, I almost wanted to ask Danny to let me work Todd off. Considering all I had gone through since that day they caught me in the bathroom, I figured I deserved something to make up for my hard times. But I really sensed that Danny was offering me an opportunity to learn something about Todd that would protect me from him for the rest of our days together. I knew that would be worth more than any quick, forced handjob.

I had not answered Danny's question. In the silence, I nodded my head.

Danny then began to move his hands across Todd's shoulders, almost caressing him. "Breathe deep, Todd. That's right." His voice was soft, as caressing as his hands, almost loving. I could sense that every nerve in Todd's body was tensed to shoot off. Todd's breath became quicker, and the veins in his neck began to throb. With no hands working his dick, I could see it up close, and I could see the little muscles and veins all throbbing, tensing, and working.

"You don't need to work it to shoot off, do you Todd? Just keep up that breathing and you'll be firing off for us in just a minute. Do a good job, Todd," Danny's voice caressed. "But wait till I tell you to shoot."

I don't know if Todd at that point was even hearing Danny any more. It was almost like a trance or something he had gone into. Then as Danny said, "OK. Shoot now, Todd," his dick began to vibrate, jump, jerk wildly, and fire off the load of cum. I had never seen anybody shoot off without ever touching their dick. I didn't even know it was possible. But I guess there is a lot of stuff that I don't know.

Finally the cum stopped coming. Todd seemed completely drained. He just stood there, waiting for Danny to say something. Danny now stood in front of him, and reached out to put his hands on Todd's shoulders. With that movement, Todd threw his arms around Danny and held on to him as if he were drowning. The hold seemed almost a cry for help.

Danny rubbed Todd's hair, and returned the hug. "Todd, remember now that somebody besides me knows what you're like. Somebody else knows what turns you on, and what gets you off. You must never try to do the things from tonight to this guy again. You know what will happen."

Todd nodded. I wanted to say something, maybe like how I hoped we could be friends. But somehow I wasn't sure what the right thing to say would be.

We must have been an odd-looking pair. I was still buck naked, and Todd's shorts were down at his ankles. But I extended my hand. "Shake?" I asked. I will never know if Todd actually heard me, or if the immense pressure of the whole evening had made him numb. But he took my hand, nodded, and shook it.

I put my clothes on, and when I walked back in to the basin area, Todd had gone. Danny was still there.

"Good thing I came back," he said.

I agreed, and thanked him. I wanted to talk more to him, but with all that had happened, I couldn't think of much to say.

As we went out the door, Danny turned to me with an odd smile. "You sure have some funny habits," he said.

Buck Naked

Part 6: The End

Finally it was nearly the weekend. The atom bomb stuff hadn't done me too badly. At least nothing turned brown and peeled. And I had made a firm promise to myself that I would never straddle no wash-basin when I was jacking off again.

Things at school were going OK too. The only time I had seen Todd since that scene in the shower area, he stayed out of my way and sort of hurried off. I noticed that Mike and Andy didn't hang around with him, or with much of anybody else now, just with each other. And poor old Dogwater looked like a lost soul, not having anybody to hang out with. But every once in a while, I would notice him looking down at my crotch area, with an expression on his face like he wanted to come over and "see me" again.

I could almost picture in my mind Dogwater, years from now, still going through life making a study of people's dicks, still wanting to see "close up" each and every pecker, and check each head for "dogwater."

I knew that these were my good days now, the ones I had called the days of my dickhood. This was my time to be young and horny and jacking off. Which I had been doing a lot of, lately, by the way. But I also got to see Paul a couple of times, and that was great too.

It had gotten so now, that every time I went to Paul's and we went up to his room, we both knew what we were gonna be doing. So we would be up a bone before we even got undressed. My precum would already be there. And watching Paul undress was a feast for my eyes...and my dick.

Paul wanted to check out every inch of my dick to see if the hot stuff had made any changes in it. Well, it doesn't take long to figure what that will lead to. Me lying buck naked on the bed, and Paul without a stitch on, lying between my legs and playing with my bone running his fingers up and down it.

"Hey, I think I see a spot that the atom bomb stuff might have made."

"Lemme see. Move your hand a sec. Naw, that's just a freckle."

"Freckle? You never had a freckled dick before."

And he'd be handling my dick like he was a doctor checking it out, except most doctors don't check it out the way he does. They'd lose their license quick if they did. And Paul loved every minute of it, lying there between my legs, and he would sort of wiggle his foot like a dog wagging his tail. My arms were long, and I could reach down his body and rub his happy little butt while he was doing this.

Anyhow, that's how it would go, until I would have to tell Paul, "Hey, man, get on it, quick!" I wasn't any good at holding back, and when things got to a certain point, there was no stopping it.

The stuff would come blasting out into Paul's mouth, and he would be trying to tongue me to help with the shot, and he would almost choke trying to swallow my load.

And then when the blast was past, I would do him. His dick would really be up by that time, and I would try to do my best, sucking slow and deep, and then take my tongue and go up and down the shaft. I could do it this way, going slow, because Paul could hold back real good. Me I was always so horny I was glad to shoot and get some relief, even though I knew I'd be horny again in a few minutes.

But with Paul, I could play with those hairs, and run my fingers around his balls, and then start licking up the staff again, up to the top and around the tip, spending some time on the slit until Paul sort of trembled from the effect. That's when he was truly mine, trembling on the brink of a complete orgasm, my mouth on his dick and my nose breathing in the boy-smell from his warm and lusting body.

And then when he finally shot, it was beautiful. He would make sort of husky, breathless, moaning sounds, while his fingers held on to my head and kept pulling me down. His body would twitch and convulse, and his rod would be ramming all the way to my tonsils. He held me so tight it was like he wanted to climb inside me. Only when his dick went soft would he release his hold on me. Then he would lie back, and sort of go limp all over, and then he would look at me and grin his gray-eyed grin. It was like we had a secret nobody else knew.

And then there came this day when it all changed. After Paul let go of my head, he pulled me toward him. He had a troubled look in his eyes. I knew whatever was coming was going to be bad.

"Listen," he said, "we're gonna move."

"Where, to a new house? When?" I can't find the words to express the sense of alarm that was building up in me.

"No, not just a new house. To a new town. My father is being transferred. He's being promoted to manager of a bigger store. It's clear across the country. It's...it's...California."

I felt more than just a cold fist in my stomach. Maybe it's because I had just shot my wad for the second time that afternoon, but I really felt like someone had just tried to pull my balls off.

Paul was my best friend. Paul taught me stuff about sex I had never known. Paul was my jackoff buddy, my suck and blow teacher, my handjob master, and my cum-supply blaster. Paul was the expert, the best. He was friendship, sex, everything warm and human, rolled into one. "When? When do you go, Paul?"

"My dad goes there next week. My mother and I will go out there as soon as we can, even before school gets out."

It was like my world was ending. Everything was over. "What about Rococo Beach? What about what coach was saying about us all going there, and about all the plans you and I had, and how we..."

My voice trailed off. I realized there was nothing Paul could do. This part of his life was over. A new one waited in California. But, a voice inside me seemed to ask sadly, What about me? What will I do? There was a lonely, empty ache inside. I didn't want my world to change.

I really can't remember what happened next. I do know I tried to be a comfort to Paul. We promised the usual things, like how we would write, and would try to call each other on the phone. But I knew in my heart that the relationship would die of its own dead weight. Two people a continent apart can only do so much by phone, e-mail, or letters. I went home with the thought that I was losing my best friend. Even my dick didn't give me any comfort that night.

The next day at school, I got more bad news. Coach had to postpone the trip to Rococo Beach until the end of school. He had a conflict in his schedule, and there was some snag in being able to have access to the cabin by the camp area that he always used.

Coach must have seen the look on my face, because he took me aside. "Listen, things are going to work out. You will still be there this summer, and you'll find there's stuff there you wouldn't believe."

My dick zinged a little at that. But I really didn't feel that much better. However, I admired the bulge in his pants, and figured that things would get better. I was particularly anxious to learn about "stuff I wouldn't believe."

Then later that morning I saw Danny. Good old Danny. I hadn't had a chance to talk to him any more since that night he saved me from Todd and them in the gym. He seemed to be in a hurry at the moment. But he did look at me and grin, like he had a secret, and said, "I'll catch up with you this afternoon after practice. I want to show you something you might enjoy seeing."

That day after school, I didn't practice running very long. When I went into the gym I thought it was empty. I had just stripped down, and was going to go to the showers, when I heard a sound from the place where I had been caught last week by Todd and them. I went quietly over, and looked in.

Only one person was there. It was Danny. And where he was standing and what he was doing almost blew my mind. He was straddling my wash basin, and he was beating his meat for all it was worth.

I must have made a sound, because he looked my way and grinned. "I thought I would try out your pleasure place. God knows I sure watched you enough at it. I always wondered what it would be like."

He stopped jerking it for a minute, and stepped away from the basin. He motioned for me to come over, and I saw what a really big dick he had. It was uncut, and huge, and it glistened in front of me.

"Whatcha think of that?" Danny asked proudly, shaking his pole a little to give me the full effect. It was really something. In fact, Danny's whole body was really something. He was almost 18, strong and in almost perfect shape, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders.

The hair down at his crotch was brown and full, and his balls had long hairs around the scrotum. I looked down there, and then said, "And to think, people say I have big balls..."

Danny laughed loudly. He reached out his arm and pulled me to him. With no clothes on, my dick went hard the minute I got near his. "That basin's a pretty good trip," he said. I knew he was being nice, but I couldn't take my eyes off his dick. It was big around as well as long. Danny stroked it, proud of its size and wanting to show me how accomplished he was. "You like mine? I kinda thought you would."

"Yeah," I replied. I reached out and touched it. Danny grabbed my wrist in a playful way, and said, "Hey, don't handle anything you ain't gonna eat."

We tussled a little, just playing, but he was so much bigger than I that it wasn't long before he was sitting on my chest, holding my arms apart. That dick of his was erect, and almost in my face. His body felt warm and smooth on mine, and there wasn't any pain or fear in his pinning my that way. It was like we were playing a game. He kept grinning at me. He was enjoying it, and so was I. I could tell that my dick was at full staff, and pointing skyward.

He squirmed around, and sort of bumped up and down a little on my chest, which made that dick of his keep bumping me in the face, Finally he just took both my wrists in one massive hand, and used his other hand to play like he was slapping me in the face with his dick.

"Take that, and that!" he exclaimed playfully.

The precum got on my cheeks, and also on my lips as the warhead moved by on each swing of it. I opened my lips, and took it in my open mouth as he started to swing it past. My eyes looked up at his, and we both looked happy. My tongue licked the head, and I tried to get more of his shaft in my mouth, but it was so big. Danny sighed, and I could see how good he felt.

"You know, ever since I saw you jacking off, I have wanted you," he said. He had let go of my wrists, and used that hand to raise the back of my head a little so I could suck more easily.

Danny must have sensed the problem with my not being able to take a lot of his dick, because he reached down and lifted me up, and kissed me on the lips. I had never had a guy do that before. Especially not a 6'5" athlete who could have broken me in half. But I will have to say that it was a wonderful experience.

"Ever had it in the butt?" he asked. I shook my head.

"First time for everything," he said in a matter of fact tone, and grinned broadly. He carried me to a training table near the wall, and lay me face down, with my legs coming off the end. He felt up in my crack, and inserted first one and then two fingers up there. Paul had done some preliminary work, but I was still pretty tight in that area.

"Wait here," he said, withdrawing his fingers, and going back to the basin where he had a tube of something. Greasing his fingers and my hole, he continued, "You are really gonna love this." He used three fingers and spread them inside me. He removed them and began oiling his massive dick "Get ready for fun."

His voice was reassuring. But I really didn't know what to expect. What I found was a new and totally different experience. He entered me slow, taking his time. I felt pressure and stretching, but not really any bad pain. It was only when he was all the way in, that I felt it, and then it happened so fast I didn't have time to do anything but moan. That huge shaft was all the way in me, and it was pushing up against something inside me that made me feel like I would piss or shoot off. I was lying on my dick, and I couldn't get at it because Danny was in the throws of really pumping hard.

I didn't have nothing to compare the experience with. But when he came, I could feel it, and it was warm and hot and flowing in me like the most unusual enigma I had ever had. And the way that head had massaged that thing inside me, I kept wriggling on the table trying to find a way to shoot off. He must have realized what I was going through, because even as he gave his final thrust, he lifted me back against him, and with his hand he grasp my dick and sent me into a series of orgasms. When I was finished I was weak. His dick was still hard inside me. But gradually it went down. We went to the showers, and soaped each other off.

On the way home, my butt was sore. But I remembered the joy of him being inside me, and I also remembered the great feeling of that massive hand of his bringing off my dick. I kind of wished he had sucked me off. But maybe next time. I knew good things were in store. And that thought helped me cope with the changes that I knew would come when Paul left.

On a Saturday morning in early May, I said goodbye to Paul for the last time. It was hard to say it. All around us, the grass was green and the birds were singing and the world looked so happy. But inside I felt like something was totally dead.

We never had the chance to really say goodbye to each other alone. His mother and some of her friends and all were there. I looked at Paul, and wanted to run upstairs to his room with him so damn bad. But it was over. He and I mumbled meaningless words, exchanged glances, and then shook hands. I wanted to hug him, to wrap my arms around him and hold on like the world was ending. But he must have seen it in my face, because when I started to lean forward, he stepped back and dropped his eyes.

So that was it. That was all the farewell we had. I watched him and his mother get in the car. And then I stood there while the station wagon with them and the rest of the belongings drove away. I kept looking until the car was out of sight. Paul and I made a lot of promises about sticking together, but I sorta knew, even then, that it wouldn't work out.

Time is the longest distance between two people, and life is a long, long journey. Paul was on his journey now, gone to California. That was practically off the map from where I lived. I somehow knew my road would go in a different direction. And wherever it went, I felt deep down in my soul, it was bound to go to Rococo Beach. And, man, I couldn't wait.

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(The End)

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