Rococo Beach
Part 6
It was turning into a mad house. The wind had picked up, and the sky was getting darker. Cars were lined up waiting for gas, people were rushing around buying supplies, but most of the activity was on the road where cars were already backed up, waiting to get away. The first band of showers that would herald the hurricane hadn't arrived yet, but I knew they weren't far off. When they came, there wouldn't be much chance of leaving at all.
Coach said he would stay and go back for Dogwater. Me and Danny and Gary offered to go back with him. Coach decided that to save room, Gary ought to go back in the van. In a sense, I hated that, because Gary and I had just gotten to know each other, just gotten to be really good friends. But there wasn't anything to do but accept it, so I told Gary I would call him when I got back to town, and we could get together and see a movie sometime or something. "Or maybe go to your room and mess around," was how I put it. His eyes glowed with a sense that we had a secret, and I knew he caught my meaning.
We could see the traffic getting heavier. Coach then assigned Martin to drive the van and head on back home, while the three of us got into Danny's car and headed back for the cabin. We were worried, and nobody talked much on the way back.
Danny grumbled a little about how often Dogwater seemed to always roam off by himself. Coach concentrated on driving. That probably was why he spotted Tommy Burge first.
Tommy's about 14, and real pushy. He thinks he some kind of great athlete, and acts like he thinks he's the most popular guy in school. And suddenly there he was, standing by the side of the road with a backpack, looking a little bit lost.
Coach stopped and offered him a lift. Tommy got in the back with me. The fact that a hurricane was coming seemed to have slowed Burge down a little. We started on. Burge looked at me and I gave him an evil grin. That was because I knew something about him that nobody else knew.
It was something that happened last year, when we all had to take our physicals. Our school district requires that all students who participate in school sanctioned sports undergo an athletic physical by a school physician. I don't know the doctor's real name, but "Dr. Strangelove" is what we called the man. Guys used to laugh about him. He really loved to poke around.
I hate those physicals. It's a madhouse. When we arrive, it's usually the Phys Ed teacher who tells us to remove our clothes, wait by our lockers and we will be called, 10 at a time to go to the Trainers Area for our physicals. OK: Get naked and wait, in other words. Sure, great idea for horny teens, right? Of course, no one waits by their locker...every one gravitates to the trainer area to "watch the action." And to comment.
I mean, you have to stand around naked forever. And what is the point of the whole thing?
How many guys do you know that keeled over and died playing soccer or basketball because of a bad dick? In fact, did a bad dick, or a curved one, ever kill anybody? Our physicals at school...blood pressure, pulse, heart rate, weight, height, ears and eyes...these are all examined in a total of 5 minutes. Then, "Dr. Strangelove" spends an eternity poking, probing, pulling, yanking, rolling our most private of areas. I am sure that guy really gets his goodies over that.
Well, Tommy had never had to go through one of these exams before. He had transferred in from somewhere out west last year, and because that made him ineligible to play until this year, this was his first time to take an exam with a lot of other guys around.
Tommy was a guy that nobody could tell him a thing. He knew the answer to everything. So me and a couple of guys had spent the last week telling him about Dr. Strangelove. We made up a lot of stuff: things about what the doctor would do, and how it would feel while he was doing it. In fact, some of the stuff we told him was so good, I started getting up a bone just thinking about it.
We told him that when the doctor tells you to cough, he can figure from the sound just how much you've been jacking off. But Tommy only looked surprised and said, "Well, I hardly ever do that. If you have enough will power, you don't have to do stuff like that. I want to be a good athlete, not somebody who jerks off all the time."
At the time, I didn't believe him. But then, at the time I had never seen that dick of his. I got to see it while we were standing in line for our physicals. We were the last two to go in, and I had to say his dick really looked almost untouched.
What I mean is, before you ever start jerking off, your dick seems real smooth. But after the first year or two of whacking the hell out of it every chance you get, you know how it turns darker and doesn't have that smooth white look any more? Well, Tommy's had that nearly untouched look. It wasn't too small, like he had never worked on it, but it did look like he was telling the truth when he said he could keep himself from beating it. Shit, man, that's something I couldn't ever do. As long as I'm young and horny and happy, I'm gonna beat that thing as much as I can.
Well, like I say, we were the last of our section in line. While we were standing there, some other guys, already stripped for the exam, came up and stood behind us, crowding in. They started talking about sex stuff, the way guys do. Stuff like which girls in school would truly give blow jobs, and which ones would swallow the cum afterward. It didn't bother me that much, although I was enjoying seeing some fine dicks, but I noticed that Tommy seemed to almost freeze up inside. At that time, it didn't occur to me that stuff like that might really get to him.
The coach signaled me and Tommy to go in, and then he chased the others back, telling them that they weren't due until the next wave. When coach saw we were inside, he closed the door and went to do some other stuff.
I knew by the look on Tommy's face that he must have been getting pretty excited. Not that his dick was up, exactly, although I didn't want people to think there was anything odd about me by taking too close a look. But the doc got him to stand on the bench by the table. Tommy looked my way with the oddest look on his face; almost like what a little kid will get when he's about to crap in his pants.
The doctor reached down to touch his nuts, and to push his dick out of the way, and boom! Tommy shot off all over the doc's green Izod golf shirt. The doctor jumped back and Tommy turned beet red. What was worse was that, kind of like taking a leek, he couldn't turn it off. It just kept coming out. And what was the weirdest of all, was that his dick wasn't even hard. I never had seen someone shoot off without their dick ever getting up.
The doc helped cover the situation pretty well. He told Tommy to shower and come right back, and then he stepped away and put on a white medical jacket. Then he began examining me. By the time he was through with me, Tommy was back. Tommy was pale as a ghost. I don't know whether he was embarrassed, or just shocked at what had happened. It's hard to know what to think about a guy who can not beat off and just use will power instead.
Anyhow, I took my time getting dressed so that I would be there when Tommy came back to put on his clothes.
"How did it go?"
Tommy looked at me, halfway belligerent. "It went fine. So shut up."
I looked at his dick. It seemed as untouched as it ever had.
Suddenly, Tommy was pleading. "Don't tell anybody what happened. The guys might think I'm weird or something."
I decided to press my advantage. "OK, I won't tell. But you owe me one. Some day I'm gonna get my payment." I didn't really know what I meant by that, but I figured it sounded pretty good. And since he had a reputation for being kind of obnoxious at times, I thought it would be fun to get him, in one way or another. Also, I secretly wanted to feel up that dick, to know what one that was almost untouched would feel like to work on and fool with.
So now it was payback time. He sat on the seat by me, and while we rode, I reached over and put my hand on his fly. He tensed up and looked over at me.
"Payback time" I whispered. I felt a thrill run through me, and my dick started up. Tommy looked down at my pants and got an evil grin. For just a moment, I swore that he wanted to grab my bone.
But he didn't. Damn. Anyhow, I slipped my hand up the leg of his walking shorts, and could feel his smooth white dick. He gave a slight shudder at my touch. His jaw line grew firm, and I knew he was clinching his teeth. His dick stayed soft, but he was using all the will power at his disposal.
It was so smooth to the touch, like a baby's bottom or something. I could touch the piss hole, and squeeze the head, and even pull on it, and I knew he was reacting because some of the precum started to flow. But the storm was getting worse, and I guess he was trying to concentrate on that to keep his dick soft. But slowly it wasn't working, and that thing started up. I was surprised that it was as long as it was. The head almost reached the end of his shorts. It seemed to tremble.
As we started to turn off on the road leading to where our cabin was, a state trooper stationed by his car with a flashlight signaled us to pull over. He wanted to know where we were going, and coach explained that we were heading back to get someone.
"I'm afraid if you go back, you will have to stay there until this weather passes by," the trooper explained. "The governor ordered an evacuation of this area, and then ordered that it be sealed it off. Nobody goes in or out. If you've got a student there and you need to get him, just be aware that you will have to remain at that place until the winds die down."
That was music to my ears, and I grinned at Tommy. He just stayed tense, and that dick of his stayed hard. Coach and Danny were too busy with the trooper to look into the back seat. I was determined to get Tommy really good. Any time he tried to move, I punched a finger into his ribs and mouthed the words, "I will tell." This was awesome. This was true power. I kept massaging the head of his dick, and he kept trying to hold back, but I could tell it wouldn't be long. He was like my prisoner, and I could do whatever I wanted to.
The trooper let us go past, and in a few minutes we were back to the cabin. It seemed like night now, because the sky was black. Just before we got out, I finally released Tommy's dick. My fingers were sticky from the precum that had been flowing. His dick was so rigid and so sensitive to my touch, I know it was all he could do to keep from firing off any second.
We piled out, Tommy with his hand stuffed protectively in his pocket. We ran in to the cabin, while sheets of rain begun suddenly falling. I watched his tight round butt, as he raced ahead of me, and I was almost overcome with the desire to yank his shorts off and have him right there on the spot. I suddenly realized that these days at Rococo Beach had made me horny as hell. I was thinking stuff I had never thought before. I was becoming a different me. Maybe that's what growing up was about.
The lights were on, and we were thankful that the electricity was still working. The cabin was empty. We stood there a moment, and I guess all of us were wondering what to do about Dogwater. All, that is, except Tommy, whose eyes were slightly out of focus as if he were on the verge of shooting off while desperately trying to hold it back. It was all I could do to keep from getting him right then.
Imagine a guy who has so much self control that he never beats off, and yet can shoot off at the slightest touch to his dick. I was actually amazed he hadn't shot off in the car. That guy had will power.
"Where's Dogwater?" coach asked. Naturally, none of knew any more than he did. But we shrugged our shoulders.
It was then that we heard a noise coming from coach's room, the forbidden sanctuary at the far end of the room. We all took off for that door like a flash.
Inside, Dogwater sat forlornly on the bed, clutching his "journal." His whole face lit up when he saw us. "I thought nobody would know I was missing," he said. "I came back in for my journal, and everybody took off without me."
"Oh fuck!" Danny griped, but I could tell he was as glad as the rest of us that Dogwater was OK.
"And who told you that you could use my room?" coach asked. But he grinned while he said it. Then he added, "If we're gonna stay here, we better try to get some food from the kitchen to eat. It could be a long night."
As if in answer to that, the lights went out. Not just in our cabin, but all up and down the beach. There was total darkness now.
"There's some chips and things in the kitchen area," Danny said. He started for the door, and Tommy and Dogwater rushed to go with him. I think Tommy wanted to get away from me and my dick rub, and Dogwater wanted to show he appreciated us coming back, and wanted to help.
Coach called after them, "If the wind gets too high, just stay over there until it passes!" They waved their flashlight to let him know they understood. At about that same moment, debris hit the windows and roof of our cabin, and coach and I ran around closing the wooden panels that served to shutter the windows in winter.
When everything was closed, it shielded a lot of the noise, and the storm seemed far away. I was suddenly aware of the fact that the two of us were together, with nobody else around.
"Come on back into my room," coach said. He led me there and closed the door. "You've had a lot of experiences this spring and summer, haven't you?"
I knew he was talking about the stuff at school, with guys getting stripped buck naked, and also the time they got me in the bathroom.
"Yes, sir."
"And your friend Paul moved away to California, right?"
I nodded. Somehow that seemed now like it had all happened a long time ago.
"But you've made some new friends down here on this trip?"
"I sure have."
"Good. I'm glad. That's why I wanted you to come."
Coach moved over and sat on the bed. I came over and stood there beside him, wondering what to do next. He had slipped out of his clothes which were soaking wet, and I slipped out of mine also.
Coach pulled me over to him. "I've been waiting a long time for this," he said, his eyes watching mine to see my response. He reached for my dick and began stroking it. I could smell his warm, musky, adult male smell. He pulled me closer. The fact that we had nothing on, that my skin and his were rubbing together, that he was pulling me into him even as he stroked on my dick, was the sexiest experience I had ever had.
He leaned forward and began sucking my dick, even as his hands began stroking my butt and his fingers found my asshole. They were experienced fingers, and they knew exactly how to reach and how much to push in.
My dick reached the back of his throat at the same moment his fingers found the ecstasy spot inside me, and I moved forward into him as his lips closed around my hairs and balls. That finger rotating up my ass was driving me wild, and the tongue and throat and suction he had going with his mouth was bringing me to a peak. It was like I could close my eyes and somehow be inside him, just the way his fingers were inside me. When I started to shudder, he knew I was going to shoot. He wrapped one arm around me and rolled backward onto the bed, while his finger's went crazy inside my butt and his tongue and throat had such a hold on my dick it was like they couldn't let go.
I shot and shot and shot, rolling crazily all over the bed holding onto him just like he was holding on to me. When it was finally over, I was drenched in sweat. He was too. He grinned at me.
"You're quite a guy," he said. Outside it was black darkness, a howling wind, and driving sheets of rain. In here I felt great. It was like somebody really loved me. My dick was going down, exhausted by the fury of the cum barreling out, but I felt a warmth that made me want to rub coach's legs, body, dick...yes! I touched his dick, which was already hard. I stroked it, felt its strength, felt it move within my grasp, felt my fingers massaging it to a peak.
"Wait," he said. Leaning toward me, he took my face in his hands, pulling me forward until out lips met. He kissed me. Not just on the lips, but with his tongue going inside my mouth. That was the same tongue that had driven my dick wild. Now it was doing the same with my tongue. His seemed to have a life of its own. I shuddered with the sensation.
He pulled me face forward onto the bed, then rolled me over so I was looking up at him. He got between my legs, standing beside the bed, and his fingers began the steady, probing movement up into my hole, while he leaned over me. When he was ready, he lifted my legs onto his muscular shoulders, inserted that mighty dick of his, and leaned down close to my face as he thrust inward and upward into my ass.
His strokes were measured, gaining slowly in intensity, and with his face so close to mine, I could feel his breathe going across my lips as his whole body picked up speed. I could feel him inside me, and on top of me, and it was like I was almost feeling his muscles move. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his chest as he reached his climax. When he shot, it was like he was lifting me up with him, and when it was over, we both collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
This was perfect: me and coach together, all of us down here riding out a storm. I heard the cabin door open and slam closed, and knew they were back with food. Suddenly, I was hungry. Coach reached over and touched my dick. It started up. We were safe here, since nobody ever entered coach's room when the door was closed.
But that door to his room opened unexpectedly.
"What are you all doing?" a surprised voice asked.
It was Tommy.
(End of Part 6) ________________________________________________________ Comments and suggestions always welcome. jocktime@hotmail.com