Part 3: The Ordeal
I headed for the showers when I got back to the cabin. I had waited a little when we got out of the water, so Danny, Martin, Dogwater and any others would be gone. The sun, the salt water, the sex stories in the water, they had combined to make me really horny. I wanted that shower by myself with nobody watching.
When you're young and horny and jacking off, it seems like anything can get you started. Like those guys with their dick stories and their bragging about how much they could shoot off. I wondered how much was true. Ever since last spring, I had imagined jacking Danny off. I would be beating off like crazy but I would be telling myself how I was greasing up Danny's dick, and how it was slick and long and my fingers were squishing around the whole length of it, and how I was playing with the head and it was bobbing in my hand.
So now, just remembering thoughts that I had, my dick was fully hard. It was bent down in my trunks, and it hurt to have it that way. I knew I needed some relief and I wanted to give it a fast ride as soon as I could. It always gives me a real bone just to think about beating off, about how soon I can get to do it, and stuff like that. Last year, I could hardly wait to get home to beat off. By the time I got myself locked safely in the bathroom, my dick would be hard as hell and ready to go. Now today it was like the same thing.
My dick had already had a long day, in more ways than one, with Martin working me off in the car, and then me getting Martin off in the back of coach's van. That was really something, but I still felt frustrated that I had to do it through his pants instead of having that thing in my hand. I also knew that although I got him as a payback because he had gotten me in the car, still he would be out for revenge and he would be trying to get me soon. The whole idea of getting somebody really turned me on. This spring I had learned how great it was to have a guy's dick in your hand, to be able to do whatever you wanted with it, and how, if the guy was pinned down, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. God, it gets me hard every time just to think about doing it to a guy that way.
And then today there was all that sex talk in the water, and later us trying to get Dogwater's trunks off, and so by now my dick needed some relief big time. I hurried across the beach and up the sandy hill to where coach's cabin was. Going in, it looked like the rest of them had showered and left for somewhere, maybe the kitchen since I knew I was getting hungry. The place was nicely empty. What a relief!
As I walked past my bed on my way to the shower, I saw that someone had taken the bottom bunk. Since all the guys that I knew were already here and had taken their bunks before the swim, this person must be a stranger. Well, whoever he was, I just hoped I would get along with him, since he was gonna be down under me every night. I didn't want to get somebody who did weird stuff down there on the bottom.
I grabbed a towel from my pile of clothes, and headed into the shower. Alone at last, I pulled off my trunks to give my dick some relief. Squeezing the length of it as I went in, I walked over to the first shower and turned it on. It was good that I was alone, because there weren't any divider walls between one shower and the next. And no curtains to pull closed. I was just glad that at least the toilets had stalls and doors. I always figure if you can't get relief any other way, you can lock yourself in one of them and whack the hell out of it there.
The water felt good, and I realized I had gotten more sun than I thought. I was beginning to get a light burn. Getting the sand and the salt off me was a relief, and after I had soaped myself good, I started soaping up my dick. It was hard and slick, and I was trying to get in a good position so if I got really carried away while jacking, I wouldn't fall down in the shower and bust my butt or something.
I was going great guns and imagining doing Danny, and then mixing it with thoughts about if I could have gotten Martin stripped in the car, when I was interrupted. In came both Danny and Martin. They grinned from ear to ear. Me, I was so carried away I couldn't stop for a second, even though I saw them.
I whirled around under the shower, getting all the soap off and keeping my back to them. Just because they had already seen me, still I wasn't gonna give them another look until I could sort of think my dick down from the real heady hard it was on.
With my back to them, I heard Martin say, "Come on out. Your public wants to see you."
Yeah. "See" was the right word. I started edging away, even though they were between me and the doorway.
Martin said, "Yeah, come on out, man. People are waiting. They want to see that thing."
Danny laughed. "Come on. It'll be your press conference, news conference, whatever. Just like an important official."
Even though they were dressed (well, it was shorts and T-shirts, but I had figured they wouldn't want to get them wet), Danny reached out and shut off my shower, while Martin grabbed me from behind, holding my arms in a really strong grip at my elbows. He pulled me backwards, and then turned me and started pushing me forward, like he was walking me out the door into the big room. I was dripping water, but I couldn't get loose. Danny came up beside me, casual as you please, like him and me were just taking a stroll. Looking down at my bone, he smiled and reached over and sort of chucked it under the head.
"Kitchy, kitchy, koo, little fella," he said.
My dick jumped and started bobbing. I was hoping I wouldn't shoot right there.
No one was in the big room, and I was about to start trying to talk my way out of this, when I realized we weren't stopping. They were marching me out the front door of the place. I tried to push back on my heels, but I couldn't with Martin pushing me forward. Danny thumped my dick again, and then opened the screen door to let us outside.
"We ought to tie a ribbon on that thing," he said as they got me into the doorway.
I looked out. About 12 guys were standing there, all laughing. I squirmed and twisted, but it didn't do any good. Those guys were definitely waiting for something to happen.
We marched outside. I realized that I was what they had been waiting for. That was a scary feeling. Martin held me upright, and we stopped in the sunlight and stood still. "Spread your legs."
"Hell no, Martin."
"It's gonna be a lot worse for you if you don't."
"Fuck you."
Standing behind me, he used his feet to kick my legs apart, tilting me off balance to do it, then catching me before I could fall. He never released his grip on my elbows.
The noise from everybody else drowned out our conversation. Then Danny raised his hand, and they all quieted down.
Looking them over, and then turning and moving his hand in a sweeping gesture of introduction for me and my dick, he asked, "Has anybody got a good clean handkerchief? Or any kind of handkerchief for that matter."
I didn't know what that was about, but some of them seemed to. I was still too concerned about the full view everybody was getting of my hard-on and my balls, to worry about anything else. My dick was sort of bent, pointing up at an angle. A couple of the guys were pointing at it and laughing. And every time Martin shook me by my elbows, my dick danced back and forth, with a slight upward swing.
Some guy started forward waving a handkerchief. People began making noise, whistling and yahooing and stuff. I thought bitterly that now I knew now why people said of the trip to Rococo Beach, "You won't believe what happens there. And it is a lot of fun." Yeah. Fun for the ones who get to do it, but maybe not so much fun for the ones that it happens to.
Danny took the handkerchief from the guy. He opened it, shook it out, then took one end and sort of snapped it.
"Behold the magic cloth! I shall show you how to polish a tool!"
They roared. He came over to me. Then looking out at them, he asked, "May I have an assistant?"
The guy who had given him the handkerchief came back up. The two stood on either side of me, so that the crowd could see me and everything they did. Danny and the guy each took an end of the handkerchief, and after swinging it a little like a jump rope, so that it wound up, and was thicker in the middle, they brought it right under my dick's head. At Danny's instruction, they began to saw it left and right, so that I was getting worked off without anybody's hand on it. The handkerchief was doing the job.
I couldn't believe the feeling. There I was, with my elbows pinned to the back on either side. I couldn't move. I was buck naked and everybody was looking at me. And those two guys were slowly pulling the handkerchief back and forth under my dick. It was the softest, oddest touch my dick had ever had.
The folds of material made it gentle as a feather, and the friction under the head was just like someone using an air brush to work me off. I could tell I was getting ready to shoot. My dick started to jump a little bit, and Danny saw it.
"Move closer, folks, if you want a better view," he said in the tone of a circus barker. "I can tell the end is near! There's only one chance to see this modern miracle of nature! Hurry before it's too late! Don't be the only one on your block to have missed this rare opportunity!"
Well, that drove them wild. They were all rushing up, with everybody crowding in to get a good look. They were laughing and making comments. The handkerchief kept moving, my dick kept getting closer to the edge of ecstasy, and I knew it was about to happen.
Even though I'll be 16 this fall, I hadn't had much sexual experience with anybody until this spring, and then it was only Paul and then Danny. But I was a lot better prepared than if I had never met them. If it had been six months ago, I might have been asking Danny to let me go, or maybe even being scared that I would cry. But I knew now that this was something I could go through OK. And actually I was feeling so good down in my dick and my balls, that I was beginning to get a kick out of it.
I was at the brink now. If I had been back home whacking off on the pot, I would have picked up tremendous speed, tried to hold back at the last minute, and then whacked myself off into space. Here it was a case of trying to hold back so I could cum with a big spurt, and hoping they would pick up speed on the handkerchief.
And then I shot. With the very first spurt, people started shouting "Here he cums!," and they sort of got to the side so it wouldn't get on them. As I started shooting, Martin let go of my elbows, and Danny and the other guy stopped with the handkerchief. I was free, and only the first couple of spurts had shot yet. I was so carried away, I grabbed my dick and finished up by hand. Even with the noise and the cat calls and everybody watching me do it, it still felt great.
As the spurts died down, Danny slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Congratulations! Now you're one of us."
Some of the others said congratulations too. They began to scatter, but now I felt better about the whole thing. It was like an initiation, and now I was one of them. I belonged. It was a great feeling, like I had come a long journey and finally arrived.
We turned and started heading into the cabin. Pausing on the porch because some of the cum was still trying to drip, I sort of sighed.
"That was something." I couldn't think of any other way to describe what I had been through.
Martin nodded, and put his hand on my shoulder. "You got it easier than I did," he confessed. "Mine was last year. When they got me, it happened inside, in that long room. They had two chairs, one at either end. At my end, the chair had an olive on the seat. At the other end, that chair had a bottle sitting in it. I was stripped, and I had to pick up the olive with my butt cheeks, with my hands on top of my head, and carry it in my butt all the way to the other end and drop it in the jar. They told me if I dropped it, I had to eat it. And if that happened, then they put another olive in the chair, and I would have to keep trying until I could get one in. It wouldn't count unless I got it there and dropped it in. That was hard, backing up to the chair and sort of sitting down over the bottle. And my damn dick kept swinging in the wind, all the way from one end to the other. I tried to be real careful, because I sure wasn't anxious to eat that olive."
He paused a minute, remembering the event, his face red with embarrassment. "Man, I never ate so many fucking olives in my whole damn life."
We were back inside now. The others had gone. I wanted to get a shower, to feel clean again, and to get the cum off. I figured it would be time for us to start fixing some supper soon. But I wanted to hear Martin's story.
"I was there when he did that," Danny said. "We lined up in two rows on either side of the room, but close enough in to where he kind of walked between us. It was sort of a duck-footed walk, trying to keep his butt cheeks together and still move his legs. You should have seen him! His hands behind his head, that damned dick swinging, and those butt cheeks as tight as he could get them."
"Well, Danny, it was damn hard to do! And you dumb fuckers kept trying to make me drop it by swatting at my dick as I went by."
Danny burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. But we didn't want to make it too easy on you. And everybody roared when you would drop an olive."
"Well, you try holding your butt that tight for so long. Finally I couldn't really be sure when I still had it in there and when I had let it slip out." Martin was a little ticked by now, or at least he looked that way. He turned to me, as I headed into the showers, and said, "I've never eaten an olive since then. Brrrrr, it gives me the willies." He shuddered at the memory, as if he tasted one again. Then he brightened up. "But hey, cool, some time I'll tell you what we did to Danny. If you think mine was bad...."
Danny lunged for him and pulled him away. "No you won't, neither! You don't never tell nobody about that, you hear? Man, you promised me! You gave your word!"
But I went on into the shower, and they were gone. Now that it was over, I was dead tired. I figured I would get to hear about that somewhere along the way. And I decided that compared to what happened to Martin, my initiation wasn't too bad after all. It might have been an ordeal, but at least it wasn't a bad one.
Part 4
It was twilight when I got out of the shower. Everybody was gathered down on the beach, where Coach Barkley and some of them had built a bonfire. We cooked hot dogs and roasted marshmallows, ate chips and poured all the ketchup and mustard in the world on the dogs and the buns. It was good eating, and it hit the spot.
At night you can sit by the Gulf, and if the water isn't choppy, you can see little shimmerings in the water from fish and things that swim by. It was great, sitting on the sand, hearing the lap of the waves, and watching the sparks from the bonfire float up as the driftwood burned down. I got so sleepy I could hardly keep my eyes open. When the last of us finally went back to the cabin, we didn't turn any lights on, because some of the guys were already asleep.
I climbed up into the top bunk, and saw that whoever my bunkmate was, he was already sound asleep below. I figured I would get to meet him in the morning. I was too tired really to even think. Soon I was off into a deep sleep, where I was chasing Danny down the beach shaking my dick at him. I was so exhausted, that the dream didn't even seem dumb to me.
In June, the dawn comes early to the Gulf. You can lie on your bed and hear the far-away sounds of tugs and trawlers. The put-put of some aged motor boat can carry for what seems miles. There is light enough to see by, long before the sun ever comes up.
So I was lying there, slowly coming fully awake, when I felt a movement from the bed below. I waited and then grinned. It felt like my bunk-mate was jacking off. It may have started before I woke up, and the bed jiggling may have been what woke me up. This was a great sensation to me, and my dick started getting hard at the prospect. I had never caught anybody jacking off before, although I had imagined it a lot of times.
Gathering my plans, I stayed stock still for a moment, then lunged over the side of my bunk and pounced down on the guy below. It took him completely by surprise. I wasn't really awake enough for my eyes to be open and focused really good, but I saw the shock on his face and the sudden fear in his eyes. I clapped a hand on his mouth, and then reached down under the sheet and started grabbing for his dick.
My own dick had popped out of my boxers, but I didn't care. In fact, I thought I might wave it in his face if I could get him pinned. He was twisting under me, and I didn't want to fall off his bunk and wake everybody up. And I sure didn't want to explain to anybody what I was doing.
I grabbed down where his dick was, and got a surprise. It wasn't very thick, but it sure was a long one. It was fully hard, with the tip nice and moist. Remembering Bobby in the van yesterday, I put my thumb on top of the head, and two fingers underneath, and squeezed for all I was worth.
That guy practically rose out of the bed...in more ways than one. He was about my height, and he was slender, but he was strong as well. I couldn't control his arms while I was holding his mouth with one hand and squeezing the head of his dick with the other. But what was great was that I found out I could squeeze in segments, squeeze and loosen my grip, and let that head rise up even more, then squeeze again, and the thing felt like it was practically throbbing.
I leaned close to his ear, and hissed quietly, "What the fuck are you doing jacking off in bed when everybody can hear you and see you? Are you some kind of pervert?" I figured I would get the best of him early on, so maybe he wouldn't tell anybody what I was doing to him. I found that kind of offense worked pretty well.
I released my hand from his mouth for a second, so he could talk. He still had that surprised and scared look in his eyes. My hand rested on his abdomen while I held his dick, and the way the lack of hair in that area felt, I figured he couldn't be any older than me, and he didn't have but about as much hair down there as I did.
"I couldn't help it," he said. His voice was deep, but softer than mine. "They told me I couldn't jack off for a week before coming here, and last night I saw there wasn't any way to do it in the showers because there's no dividers there, and..."
His voice went on, but I clapped my hand over his mouth again. What I was about to do was wrong, but it seemed like fun, so I went ahead.
"Did they put a black spot on your dick?" He nodded. "Well it sure better be there when I check it. Now lie still, shut up, and I will check that thing out."
I pulled his dick out, and looked on the bottom on the head. Yep, it was there all right. It was in a lot better shape than mine.
That was fun, holding his bone-hard dick in my left hand, and with my right, playing with the skin flab under its head. I rubbed on it a couple of times, and even though he was being quiet, I felt him gasp from the sensation. I decided to keep it up.
"What's your name?" I whispered to him.
"Gary."
"How come I never saw you at school before?"
"My folks just moved here a week before school let out. Coach invited me because I've played football and baseball over at Baldwin County High."
Because I was continuing to rub on that dick head, Gary's voice would gasp and sometimes pause, as he whispered his answers. I knew I would be in trouble when he found out I was in the same boat as he was, but I didn't care. For now, he believed I had been around a while and that I really was part of the group who were in charge.
"Well, you know you can't keep beating that thing if you want to play sports with us. Listen to me, what guys do at those country schools ain't what we do at ours. Look at this dick. This thing's about to fire off right now. Be honest, you're about to shoot, right?"
He nodded, his brown eyes pleading with me. Actually, he was a better guy than me, to have gone a whole week without beating off. I would have gone crazy. I knew he wanted to shoot, and he didn't want to get in trouble. When you're the new kid, it's always important not to mess up too soon, not to do stuff that can cause trouble.
"OK, Greg, I'll help you out. Here goes, so take a deep breath. You are gonna get a perfect shot. You've earned it. And I'm gonna be the one doing it. It's the thrill of a lifetime, man. Here we go. It's me and you, kangaroo." I always said that last bit when I was about to fire off. Like I was telling my dick that it and I were on the same team, about to make the same goal.
I came down on his dick fast and quick, whipping it into a frenzy, and it was great to look into his eyes and see them go out of focus and his bottom lip quiver as he shot. I kept holding onto his dick as he shot, and felt wave after wave of cum spasm out of him. He shook all over as it happened. Man, that was a guy who really enjoyed shooting off!
When it was over, there was cum all over him, his sheet, my hand, and even on my shorts. I knew we would have to clean it up in a hurry, because the sun was truly coming up now, and everyone would be awake soon.
After we cleaned up, my dick was still poking out, and I saw Gary looking at it. I was gonna ask him if he wanted to work on mine. But then I realized why he was looking at it.
"You've got a black mark on yours too," he said. He looked at me, and I felt terrible. His expression was one of betrayal. He knew now I wasn't part of the group in charge, any more than he was. I was just another newcomer to coach's cabin at Rococo Beach.
"Hey, Gary. Wait, man. I didn't mean it." We were standing in the bathroom, where we had washed the last of his cum off ourselves.
He turned to leave, with a look of total disgust on his face. I was about to hurry after him. But he suddenly turned around, a look of glee on his face, and grabbed my bone with one hand, while with the other, he pushed me backward. His ankle went behind me, and I went down flat on my back, with his hand wrapped around my pole.
He was on top of me, straddling me, before I could do anything. His eyes shown as he watched my face, while his hand went up and down my rod. Beating it dry is not a lot of fun, although I've had a lot of experience doing it that way, but I found he had a good rhythm with his hand.
"OK, kangaroo, see how you like it," he said. He was obviously having a ball. He picked up speed, and as he squirmed on my chest to get a better position, I saw his dick was starting back up again.
"Hey, Gary, man you seem to be having as much fun with mine, as I did working yours."
He began beating my dick even faster. "Damn right, kangaroo," he said. For some reason he seemed to like that expression of mine. He acted like he was almost riding my chest. That guy was carried away. I didn't know how long this would last, but I suddenly felt like I had really found a friend.
But at that moment, Danny walked into the bathroom. "What are you two stupid fucks up to at this time of the morning?" he asked.
Gary jumped like he had been shot. "Oh shit!" was all he said. He stopped working my dick. I was sorry he did.
But I knew something Gary didn't. "Hey, Danny, it's OK. He's a friend."
"I'll just bet he is," Danny said with a certain smile. He walked over to the crapper and slammed the door as he went in.
Gary got off me, and we both stood up. "It's gonna start stinking in here in a minute, Gary. Let's go outside." As we went out, there was a huge noise as Danny cut a big one. We burst out laughing.
Outside by the beach, we were still the first ones up. We looked at each other and for the first time really could see what each other looked like. Gary was good looking, slender with a nice build. I figured he probably might have been second string with his football, because of his lack of weight, but I knew he was strong the way he had gotten on top of me. He was quick too.
His fingers were long and tapered, and he was already tanned for the summer. He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Friends?" he asked.
That was a great feeling. "Sure. Friends forever." We both laughed an innocent, happy laugh. When you're young and horny and jacking off, friendships always seem like they will last forever. It was a world and a time when it was truly good to have a friend. It was a place where nobody ever worried about the future.
We shook hands as if we had made a deep and lifelong pledge. I looked out to where the surf broke, far out over the rocks, where the seagulls cried their anguish. I was happy to have a friend.
"Hey!" I said suddenly inspired. "Let's go back to the bathroom. If Danny's still taking a crap, we can pull him off the pot onto the floor. He'll really shit all over himself."
We both burst out laughing. "You ready?" I asked Gary.
He threw his arm over my shoulder as we started running. "Me and you, kangaroo," he said.
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