Getting Got

Getting Got (Part 1) By Bart Hanks (bart384@yahoo.com)

With nothing to do in August but wait for my acceptance at a junior college to come through, I thought I'd put my football experience to good use by helping the coach with fall practice. We still had four weeks before the first game, and I figured he could use the help. But I had no sooner started than I heard from the junior college that they wouldn't have a place for me until second semester. However they said if I continued to assist the coach through football season, they would give me some P.E. credits and my work would count toward the scholarship I needed if I wanted to attend there and play football. So I was happy.

I had something else in mind too. I wanted to pay back a few people for stuff they'd done to me, and helping the coach gave me the chance to do that. After all, if you're the coach's assistant, nobody questions what you're up to. You can come and go after dark even, use the locker room and the gym, and nobody checks up.

Also it was really fun to hassle the guys and make them sweat. I'd be 19 in a couple of months, and these guys getting ready to start their junior and senior years were all 17 and 18. There was real power in telling guys what to do, and knowing they had to do it.

After all, I'd had to go through a lot to make the team, back when I was still small. I didn't start out being a wide receiver. I started out being close to the smallest one trying out for the team. All those guys from back then would pick on us after practice. Mostly it was the usual stuff like throwing you in the shower after you were dressed, or pulling you out of the shower buck naked and throwing you outside or even carrying you all the way across the field to the fence and leaving you there where everybody going by in cars and stuff could see you. Sometimes people would honk or point and laugh, and running back across the field always seemed like the longest run in my life. Sometimes too they would even hold the locker room door from the inside so you couldn't get back in right away.

But there was this one guy, Hatcher. He was a grade ahead of me, and until I got my height, he was always trying to do stuff to me. He liked to rub hot stuff on my nuts, and sometimes he would rub it on my dick too. Man it stung. And what made it worse was if he kept rubbing it long enough on my dick, it would start to get hard. There I'd be with a bone, and he'd carry me out to the fence and try to tie me there. Tie me facing the street of course. And he'd point at my pecker and shout, "Look! Look!"

Sometimes I'd think about that when I got home. It's strange, but it would get me so horny I'd have to beat off before supper. And the whole time I'd be thinking of him holding me close and rubbing my dick. His fingers loved the head on that thing, playing and twisting and circling and jerking, and all the time the hot stuff soaking in and my bone getting bigger.

The last time he ever did it to me, the last time he could get away with it because I was getting as big and strong as he was, he kept saying in my ear, "You like that? You like that? Is your pecker having a good time?" And when he turned me around to carry me out to the fence, I could see his banana republic was about to bust out of his pants, and I said "It looks like you sure like it." He cussed something fierce and turned red, and actually let me go before he got me to the fence. And the wide-legged way he ran back showed his bone was so bent in his jockeys he could hardly run.

I'd thought about that some since then, and always wondered what was really going on there. And sometimes when I ran out of girls and sports and stuff to think about when I was jerking off, I'd think back to then, and remember what it was like. And on those times, it would seem like I was creaming the world when I shot. It's funny how some stuff will make you shoot a lot more than other stuff will.

Anyhow things were going good for me. One August afternoon after practice, when the guys were getting out of the sweats they practiced in, I asked Coach what had become of Hatcher.

"Hatcher?"

"Yeah, Butch Hatcher. From year before last."

"Oh yeah, him. He works with some of the softball teams that play locally. You know, store teams like one grocery against another. His day job is at the gym. He's some sort of trainer."

I started to turn and go, when he added, "His little brother is on the team this year. You've seen him at practice."

That took me by surprise. "I didn't know that. I guess I don't know too many names."

"Well, you senior guys were so good last year, not many of the younger ones got to play. That's why we're having to work so hard this time to get them ready for the season."

"I'm glad I have this chance, coach. I really need it for junior college."

Things were getting quiet in the locker room, there was no more water running in the showers, and I figured most of them had already gone home. I told the coach I'd lock up for him, and he thanked me and left for the day.

Walking back into the locker room, I thought again of the last couple of years, of people on the team, and finally of Hatcher. I really wanted to get him. The more I thought of him, and the more the smell of the lockers and the guys, of sweaty clothes and dirty jockstraps got to me, the more my dick gave a nudge. More than a nudge, actually, it wanted out. And not only out, it wanted some action.

I knew I was alone, but I didn't want to take any chances. Also I try not to shoot off more than once a day, but I don't always succeed. My plan is always to put off jerking off until as late at night as possible, so I can just go to sleep afterward. If I do it too early in the day, I'm horny by afternoon and almost crazy with the sexual heat by night.

I went over to the urinals, unzipped, and let it hang out. If I could pee enough, it might take the pressure off. But as it bobbed in the late afternoon quiet, I realized it would take something more than a good leak to get it to go down.

Stuff like that worries me. I'll be 19 soon, and what if I can't stop? And what if I go away to college and have a roommate and am in a place where there's no privacy, what will I do? And later, what if I get married and still can't quit beating off?

I didn't want to worry any further. With the whole football smell and world around me, I went into one of the booths, slammed the door, sat on the toilet seat with my pants and shorts dropped, and started jerking off. I started building up speed, and then suddenly I heard one of the locker doors slam. I jumped up, pulled up my pants, and hurried out.

The lockers were through a wide doorway at one end of the bathroom, and as I entered, there stood a guy of 16, tall, well built, and totally in the raw. He looked up and grinned.

Hi, Coach Jason." None of them called me by my last name. I guess they figured I was too close to their age. And besides I wasn't officially a school employee.

"Hi. What's your name."

"I'm Kevin Hatcher. Butch's brother."

I wondered why he would mention Butch. I looked at him. He still hadn't started dressing, just stood there with his dick hanging long. I noticed it pointed to the left like Butch's did. It had a great looking head that moved slightly when he did, as if it wanted something.

"I remember your brother."

He looked at me carefully. "I didn't know anybody was still here. What were you doing in there?"

I saw his eyes were on my crotch. I didn't look down, but I wondered if there was a bulge there. I also wondered what was really on his mind.

"I was just using the bathroom. Aren't you going to get dressed?" Trying to lighten the mood, I added, "You wouldn't want to go home that way."

He laughed. "Naw. But I understand that you did sometimes. My brother's told me about you and the fence. He really loved doing that."

"Well it wasn't much fun for me."

"He said you cried like a girl."

I flushed. "I did not. He's lying."

"He lies a lot. But he said he really had fun with you. He told me a lot of stuff."

"I wouldn't believe it all. But you better get dressed." I figured if I could ever get away with it, I'd like to do to that little jerk what his brother did to me.

Kevin dressed while I went away and pretended to do other things. Actually I just wanted him out of there so I could finish beating off.

Kevin called to me, "I already phoned for a ride. I was just waiting to get picked up."

"I could give you a ride."

"Naw. I'll wait."

Damn him anyway. The Hatchers seem born to give me a bad time. I couldn't get away from them. Judging by the two brothers, they must be a big-dicked family.

I took care of a few things, killing time mostly, and then I went back to the lockers. Kevin was gone. I could have headed home, but I decided just for old time's sake, to go back to the bathroom and finish beating off. It seemed like the perfect ending to the day.

It wasn't long before I was locked in, building up to a crescendo and feeling the cum in my balls about to explode. My mind was filled with ecstasy and sex, and then suddenly -

"Hey there!" a voice shouted, and Kevin looked over the top of the stall. "I've got him! He's beating his meat like crazy!"

There was a crash at the stall door, and Butch pushed it in. Before I could do anything, they both grabbed me. Butch pulled me off the pot while Kevin was down at my ankles pulling my pants and shorts off, and grabbing my feet. I started to kick him but Butch grabbed me by the balls and said, "Calm down and nobody will get hurt."

Kevin's gray eyes were filled with a horniness that his dick pushing against his pants showed was fierce. "Strip him! Take him to the fence again!" Kevin cried.

Butch had my shirt off and Kevin finished with my socks. I was buck naked and pinned spread eagled on the floor.

I was madder at Kevin than at Butch. It was humiliating to have some 16 year old playing with my balls and stroking my dick and laughing at the fun he was having.

"We need pictures of this," he said. His fingers played around my dick's head, and if I hadn't been so furious I probably would have shot off. But I was in the position of wanting to shoot and yet not being able to. That was when I realized Kevin had tied a rubber cord around my balls and at the base of my dick. I had the desire to shoot, but I wasn't able to.

Butch glared at him. "That's not the way to do it, you simple shit. You look like you're polishing a fucking flagpole! Here. Like this!"

Where he got it from, I don't know, but he had a bottle of the same hot stuff he used to use on me. I'd remember that bottle anywhere. Sloshing the stuff on his fingers and palm, he reached down and began massaging my balls and slapping my dick. My bone bounced and the burning sensation went everywhere. His eyes gleamed with pleasure as he saw me writhe.

Kevin, on the other hand, looked like he was going to shoot off in his pants. "That's great! But what about pictures?"

Butch looked behind him and called, "Norton, come here!"

I remembered Norton. He and Butch used to get in all sorts of trouble. Norton was the one who stripped some long-schlonged kid and grabbed him by the dick and pulled him along as they raced across the field. The kid was hollering all the way, and everybody was looking and hooting. People said that hose of his grew by about two inches after Norton finished running with him.

Norton came in with a flood light on a tripod and a digital video camera. He looked the same as he had the last time I saw him two years ago, dumb as ever. He looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. "Wow! Just like old times!"

"That's why I phoned you when Kevin phoned me. I figured we could have some fun. And the pictures will come in handy if he ever gets out of line."

I was still squirming on the floor and they were still pinning me. Norton leaned down and examined my dick and balls, an evil leer on his face. "My but they've grown since the old days. But what's this rubber cord here?" He thumped me on the dick and then thumped my balls. I groaned.

"Keeps him hot and horny for now. We'll let him shoot when the camera's set up." Turning to me, he added, "Hey Jason, how's the heat? You know the saying, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the bathroom." He laughed and rubbed some more hot stuff on me.

Actually my dick felt better when Kevin was working on it. Kevin seemed to understand perfectly the finer points of a hand job.

"I've got the rope," Norton said.

"I'll get off his arms then. I'm tired anyway. You tie his hands behind his back. Then we can figure what pictures we want." Butch was definitely the one in charge, although Kevin was like a yipping puppy, grinning and laughing and every once in a while playing again with my dick. He seemed absolutely fascinated by it.

They sat me up with my arms tied behind me now, and Kevin reached down and took off the rubber cord. He didn't do it very easily, and some of it caught some of my hairs and pulled them out with a yank. I cussed and hollered but it did no good. My dick did feel a lot better though. My balls were so full they were about it bust. Kevin noticed that and began massaging them.

"Hey these things sure feel full. Look how big they are now. It's like he's got one huge orange between his legs. With a banana to match."

Butch and Norton looked at each other.

"I think the time is right" Butch said. Norton nodded.

Butch turned to his younger brother. "OK, Kevin. It's your turn now. Strip."

Kevin looked up in shock. His face turned white and he sort of stammered, "What? No, man. No. You promised. You said you..."

"What can I say? I lied, man. Now...strip!"

Both of them started for Kevin, who must have realized it was senseless to resist. He began taking off his clothes. As he dropped his pants, his bone came busting out like it was choking for fresh air. The other two laughed at him. Kevin hurried to get naked, then put his clothes in a pile next to mine.

Norton started the video camera. It's red light blinked.

"Stand up straight," Butch said. Kevin did. "Now put your hands behind your head. Stand straight, I said. Don't hang your head. I want you up, straight, and with that bone in profile."

Kevin turned sideways. Actually, it was a great shot. I think I would enjoy having a copy of that.

Butch then made me stand up facing Kevin, our two dicks pointing to each other. The only difference was that mine was red and sore from the salve, which his was boned and dripping with precum.

Then came the shocker. "Ok, Kevin, suck him."

"What?" I asked.

"On your knees, Kevin. Now!"

I hadn't ever had this happen before. I don't think I would have ever have had the nerve to try and get a blowjob, and in fact I wasn't sure what it would be like. But I was so horny by now I didn't care. And besides, I reasoned, it didn't mean there was anything wrong with me. I wasn't the one doing the sucking.

Kevin took it like a real pro, tonguing it and licking, then deep sucking while he stroked my balls. He even got a finger up my butt when I was getting ready to shoot. It made me remember one time when his brother had me out by the fence, he shoved a finger up my butt and it made my hard dick go wild.

But Kevin was tonguing the head on my dick again while his finger probed deeper. The head and the first part of my dick in his mouth was giving me the greatest feeling I ever had in my life. It was so tight and tough and the tongue keep pushing the underside of the head and I kept straining, and I thought any second my ass was gonna come out of my dick. It was like my insides were getting sucked out of me, and I was gyrating with the sensation. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Norton and Butch were laughing and hollering and saying stuff like "He really gets off on this shit, doesn't he?"

I wished I could have held back longer, but I knew my wad was about to start coming. Just as I started to shoot, Butch told Kevin to pull out, so I shot great ropes of cum onto his face and into the air. I kept vibrating with each spasm, my stomach and abdomen tensing and relaxing in quick succession. My dick, rigid as hell, kept popping up and down with each shot. It was a real flood of relief. It was probably the best orgasm of my whole life.

"Kewl" Norton shouted. Kevin wiped the cum off his face.

"Eat it, Kevin" Butch commanded.

Kevin gave him a look of disgust, but he went ahead. I couldn't believe it. He was eating my cum. I noticed his dick was still hard, still sort of bobbing and trembling, and I wondered if he was gonna shoot off without even touching it. Damn but his dick was long.

Kevin pinched up some of my cum while Norton kept the camera going. When he put his fingers in his mouth, he sort of shuddered. Butch got on him quick about that.

"Act like you love it, or I'll find stuff for you to eat that'll made you gag a lot more! And don't pinch the cum. Take your finger and swipe it across the stuff and then put your finger in your mouth like you were eating icing off a cake! And suck your finger good when you do!"

Kevin did as he was told. Actually, after the first taste, he seemed to like it OK. My dick still had a little dribble coming out, and Kevin even got that too. And the moment his finger started moving along the underside of my dick, I boned up again.

"Kewl!" Norton shouted again. "We're gonna have a great movie here! These two guys are naturals!"

I couldn't believe all this was happening. I wondered if they would untie my hands now.

"Ok, Jason, let's see you do Kevin."

"Hell no! I ain't never done that and I'm not starting now." I waited for them to say something. When they didn't, I looked over at Butch.

"Well, Jason, do you think the coach will still want you around when he sees you getting blown by one of the team? How do you feel about that?"

I decided to compromise. "I'll give him a hand job" I offered.

"You mean you don't know how to suck? You haven't ever done it?" Norton asked in disbelief.

"I never had time to teach him," Butch said.

"Like hell. You never taught me nothing!" I replied.

Butch and Norton whispered together. Finally Butch said, "OK."

Norton gave me directions, just like he was a movie producer or something. I came up behind Kevin, circled one arm around his waist, and with the other I reached down and began working his cock. It was like playing with a really slippery sausage, all lubed with his precum. It really turned him on, and he kept gyrating back against me, his fine smooth ass rubbing against my dick which was hard. Working his dick was a funny feeling, because it gave me two kinds of feelings. One was I wanted to really get him as horny as possible, a sort of revenge for getting me involved in all of his. I wanted him to squirm and beg and feel the power of my fingers pushing and squeezing on that slippery sausage of his. The other feeling was to really enjoy his butt crack moving up and down against my dick. I wanted to play with his head and shoot off on his butt and really have a great time.

Kevin was panting and making some deep inside sounds like his was going into ecstasy. I didn't want him to shoot too soon since my dick was enjoying his butt cheeks way too much. I liked the feel of his body moving against me like that, and hell I was really enjoying working that dick of his. I think I was about damn near getting pure friction amid the slick precum, and I was squeezing and pumping and stroking it for all I was worth.

I could feel him begin to gasp, and I knew he was about to shoot. He arched his back, twisted forward, and shot massive streams of cum up and out and everywhere. Damn I never saw somebody shoot that much. He was a fucking sexual athlete, a cum king.

When it was finished, he leaned forward relaxing against my arm around his waist.

"Damn" was all he said. But he said it like he liked it.

"A couple of fags" Butch said sardonically.

I glared at him. "Hell no. And can I go now that this is over?"

He grinned evilly. "It ain't over. Not by a long shot. Man, we're just beginning."

(End of part one)

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