Chapter Twenty Five "Red Sticks! Red Sticks!"
It was Saturday morning and Jennings was happy. He noted with satisfaction the results of his friend Chet's use of the basement last night. Not only was a shredded condom wrapper lying on a table, but a used condom lay on the floor as well. Chet must have been too carried away with the girl to think about cleaning up. He was glad Chet had finally gotten laid. Cindy had been putting him off for too long. With a grin he called Chet to get the details of what went on.
"Hey man, how'd you make out last night? Was it good?"
Chet sounded happy. "Yes. I got in a nice tight pussy hole."
"It wasn't Cindy, was it?"
"No, but don't ask for a name. It was awesome, but I won't give any details."
"Well I won't need to ask you what went on. See, I forgot to tell you I have a surveillance camera hooked up, so if you'd like to stop by later we can take a look and evaluate your performance."
There was a stunned silence. "Shit!" Then hesitantly Chet said "You didn't tell me. In fact you said I would have complete privacy."
Jennings grinned. "Yeah, I know. But I sort of lied. I've had it up a few weeks now, mainly to watch Matt jacking off. That little fucker really goes to town on his dick, I can assure you. His brother is all over him about that stuff, so Matt comes down here when he needs to give it a whack. You ought to see his facial expressions. And stuff he does with his hands while he's jacking, you wouldn't believe." He began laughing at the thought.
Chet sounded ominous. "Jennings how could you do that to that little guy? He trusted you. What are you going to do with the pictures?"
"Oh I don't know. Right now I just watch them for laughs. But maybe some time I'll invite him and some of the team over and show them for entertainment."
"Don't you know how terrible he will feel? How embarrassing it will be for him?"
Jennings noted a change in Chet's tone. He had known Chet since 8th grade and he was always a good sport. "What are you worried about? You think maybe I'll criticize your love making style? Hell man, everybody has trouble getting it in the first time; it's a lot further down than you think it is. By the way, where did you find someone new?"
"Don't look at it, Jennings. Erase the tape or junk it. I mean it. If you watch it, I absolutely guarantee you will never feel the same afterwards."
"Don't you know when you say something like that, wild horses couldn't keep me away?"
"You'll be sorry if you do. Sometimes there are things we are better off not knowing about our friends."
Then abruptly Chet hung up the phone. Jennings started at the dead line, shrugged, and clicked on the surveillance playback. As the images flowed by, he sat dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it. Finally he paused the video, picked up the phone and called a number. When it was answered, he said only one sentence.
"Josh, get your ass over here NOW!"
Josh sat white-faced staring at the screen. He couldn't believe this had happened.
"The only thing I'm glad of in all of this is that there is no sound. I would never want to hear what things you said to one another."
Josh didn't know what to say. Jennings was blaming him for everything.
"How did you get him to do these things with you, Josh?
"I didn't. He --"
Jennings grabbed him by the shirt front and pulled him into his face.
"Chet is not gay, he is not a fag. What did you do to him to make him do these things? I've known him since the 8th grade and there's not a fag bone in his body. Now I want you to tell me what you did."
"I didn't do anything. He wanted to know if he was gay."
"That's a lie! Chet has never worried about being gay. He's never done a gay thing in his life...until you got him here in the basement. Besides if he wanted to know if he was gay, he would have asked me. Now tell me what you did. Did you drug him?"
Josh was scared of Jennings' anger. He had never seen him like this. He shook his head. Jennings seemed ready to hit him. Then there was a knock on the basement door. Before he could open it, it was unlocked and Chet came in.
Chet grasped the situation and saw on the screen that moment when he was penetrating Josh.
"Let Josh go, Jennings. Let me explain." His face was dead white and his hands were trembling slightly. All their years of friendship hung in the balance as he faced Jennings.
Jennings was still livid and still grasping Josh by the shirt front. Turning to Chet he spit "I'm glad there was no sound on the video. I wouldn't have wanted to hear anything you were saying."
Finally he let go and sat down in the overstuffed chair. He looked defeated.
"Chet, we've known each other for so long. What on earth made you want to do such a thing? Did he drug you or hypnotize you?"
Because he had feelings for Chet, Josh interrupted. "Jennings you say this is bad, but you made me drink my own cum, milking me twice, you marched me around the basement with your fingers up my butt, and you thought that was OK."
Chet spoke up, "You put Ben Stone in a cock cage and then made him blow you when he came here supposedly to get released. Even after that you didn't release him but sent him home horned as ever. Last summer at the creek you not only tried to force Josh to jack off in front of us, but had Matt do it for him. And finally more the half the team has made sly comments about your relationship with Matt."
Jennings puffed up for a moment, then exhaled and spoke in a quiet voice. "We've all agreed what we do in high school has nothing to do with what we'll do in life. But never, and I repeat this, never have I screwed a guy in the butt. It's filthy."
"But I was clean" Josh spoke up hurriedly. "I gave myself three enemas before coming over, just in case. And I didn't really need the third one because it came out clear. I checked before I flushed."
Jennings looked like he was going to have a stroke. "I don't want to hear about it! I don't want to know any gay stuff! That whole thing makes me sick!" Then gathering himself for what he feared would be the final blow, he turned to Chet. "Why did you do it, Chet? Why?"
Chet also knew the final battle was coming, his last chance to keep Jennings' friendship that stretched back so many years. He turned to Josh.
"Josh, show him your butt."
"What?"
"Drop your pants."
Josh just stood there. Jennings started to say "I don't want to see-"
"Jennings, this guy has the most perfect ass you will even find. You say you're an ass man, well no girl can match his. Soft and round and with a hole that's so tight you can almost get off just poking into it. This guy has ass muscles that work magic. His ass massaged my dick so hard I nearly busted the rubber when I came." Then turning to Josh he said in a commanding tone, "Josh get those pants off now! Briefs too! Quick!"
Josh really hopped to it, having them down at his ankles and bending over for inspection in nothing flat.
"See, Jennings? The perfect ass. Put your hand here and feel how smooth it is. Would you turn down any melons as round and full as these?"
`Well...I don't ..."
"TRY IT, Jennings. That's all I'm saying. Go ahead. Just feel here." He took Jennings' hand and started to guide it over.
Jennings yanked it away. "I don't need anybody's help in putting my hand on anybody's ass."
He reluctantly did and Josh quivered.
"See? Now touch that hole. Josh lean over and spread your cheeks for Jennings. See that hole? It is the tightest thing you have ever seen. And when you thrust in, his ass muscles start massaging it. It's unbelievable. Try it now."
Jennings smiled cautiously. "Chet there's no way I'm butt fucking Josh with you watching."
"But isn't it a great ass?"
"Yeah, I do see what you mean. But man, wow, for you to fuck a guy, you must have been desperate."
"Try it. Go ahead and poke it in him now."
Josh was going to say "But I didn't get to clean it" but he only got the first three words out before Chet popped him on the butt.
"See Jennings? Hear how juicy and full it sounds? Just slap that butt a little to get it warm and red."
"Chet, there's no way I'm going to screw that, and particularly not with you standing here watching."
It was a full hour later when Chet drove Josh home. Jennings had finally calmed down by the time they left, but it would take him a while to fully adjust to the situation. In the car Josh realized Chet was still traumatized, but oddly enough his dick had now boned up. Josh felt shattered but for different reasons.
"Chet, why did you treat me that way back there? I felt like a piece of meat in the grocery with people handling me."
"Why? It got us off the hook. Jennings is pretty prejudiced when it comes to anything new, but fortunately you can plant new ideas in his head." Chet shuffled on the seat, giving his erection some room down his trouser leg.
"You treated me like a dog."
"It saved us, that's what it did. Jennings got distracted and forgot where he was headed. He ended up liking us again. And keep this in mind for the future: a quarterback needs to have a clean record. Jennings will keep quiet about this now. You want to be the man, and you want the team to follow your lead, not worry about who's gay."
"Ok, Chet. But now that we know the basement is bugged, where can we go next time? Where can we go to do it?
"Josh, don't push me. This is so new. Give me some breathing room. Besides, what about you and Matt? I thought you two wanted to be together."
Josh remembered he and Matt were going with the linebackers to the barbeque place tonight. Matt told him they said it would be the Ponderosa Bar-be-que, out in the country close to Grove Hill. He did want Matt. But he wanted Chet too. And Ricky, even if Ricky didn't want him. He had discovered things he never dreamed were possible, feelings so good he just wanted to bust open in front of everybody.
Chet seemed to sense what he was thinking, because he continued, "You can't run around doing everybody because you enjoy it." He pulled up at the curb. He looked over at Josh with something like longing in his eyes. But he cleared his throat and said "We're here at your house now."
Josh reached over and touched Chet's bone along the trouser leg. It was very stiff. Josh let his fingers play with it. Chet didn't move. Josh slipped closer to Chet, still massaging. Josh loved the feel of this dick of Chet's. It was unlike any other he had touched, but he didn't know why. Chet breathed heavily but didn't push him away. Josh saw his eyes were closed. Josh snuggled closer and began to softly say his name. "Chet. Chet. Chet." He put all the feeling he could into the words. They were like a plea and a sigh and a pledge. He could feel the bone begin to quiver. He liked the way the material showed the outline of the head. Chet's breath was louder now. Josh sensed he was about to shoot when he heard his moans. He picked up speed, Chet went rigid, and then threw back his head and opened his mouth wide as the bone shots blasts down his leg and trousers. It was bouncing like crazy as it shot. The trouser leg
jumped like it was alive. Josh liked watching that.
Now he reached over to open his door. Chet still had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
As Josh stepped out, he said "I made you shoot off in your pants. That's payback for the way you treated me this morning."
He slammed the door and was gone, thinking to himself `You may not like me but your bone sure does.'
Ryan Stanford had only been in town a week. Having just enrolled in school, he didn't really know any classmates. He had sat with the team at Coach Wilson's meeting Friday, and he had had his picture in the local newspaper as a new athlete in town. But he was lonely. There wasn't anything to do and he didn't know anyone he could ask to join him on this Saturday afternoon.
He had gone over to the local park and run on the graveled track, then shot a few baskets. Wearing blue running shorts, sneakers, and a yellow t, he looked pretty much like most 17 year old boys. He hoped maybe he could make some friends here.
A big shiny three row cruiser pulled up at the street. Because it looked so new, Ryan had noticed it going by a little while ago. Three boys about his age got out. They came over, and the oldest asked, "Are you Ryan?"
He nodded and smiled. Maybe there really was someone glad to see him, someone who knew his name.
"I'm Jason. These two are Ken and Rico."
They smiled and stood there. Ryan saw there were some other guys in the car. "What's up?"
"We know you're new and we wanted to show you our school. We're not from here, we're from Grove Hill. We play for the Grove Hill Rattlers. Some of us saw your picture in the paper and were interested in meeting you." Ryan didn't notice the smirk on Rico's face.
This seemed normal until Rico reached out and touched his shirt. "Nice material" he said in a Mexican accent. Something about it bothered Ryan.
"Not yet Rico," the one called Ken said. Ryan didn't actually step back, but he pulled away from the hand. Rico flashed him a look that wasn't nice.
Jason smiled warmly and put his hand on Ryan' shoulder. "We wanted to invite you to ride over there with us, and we'll drop you back here later."
Rico turned his head away and looked at Ken. He mouthed the words `much later.'
Ryan nodded. They walked up to the SUV. It was big with leather upholstery and collapsible seats. A guy in the middle row leaned over and opened his door.
"I'm Trey Cotton" he said with a smile. He was tall with sandy hair worn long on top. His muscles showed prominently as he moved. Jason and Ken sat up front, Ryan got in the middle and Rico pulled himself in beside him.
"That's Kevin Clark and Alex Tucker in the back." Hands reached over the seat to shake. After Jason checked to make sure everybody was in and seated in the right place, the car took off.
"Kevin and Alex are on the wrestling team, but the rest of us play football," Trey explained.
"I just moved here this past week. I don't know anybody yet." Ryan was glad to be making friends.
From the driver's seat Jason said "Oh don't worry. Just give it time."
It was when they were beyond the city limits that they grabbed him. Kevin and Alex in the back grabbed forward with their wrestler arms getting his shoulders tight against the back of the seat. Trey and Rico held his arms, while on the front row Ken turned, leaned over the back and grabbed Ryan's shorts.
"Hey!" was all he could shout as they pulled him down and released the lock on his seat back. He was lying flat now between Trey and Rico, and the wrestlers let go of his shoulders and pulled his arms back toward them.
"Hey! Blue silk briefs! And sort of skimpy ones too!" Rico was gloating.
"That's bikini briefs" Ken said. "Only fags wear them"
"Well you ought to know, Ken" Rico responded. He and Ken didn't always get along. Ken grabbed the sneakers along with the shorts. Rico was still toying with the briefs.
Although Rico was considered a stud and always had girls putting out for him, the others knew he could come up with funny stuff when it came to getting a guy. He was known to grab people by the dick in the showers and try to pull them outside. If he got your balls, there was always major pain. His strength and his reputation for revenge caused people to put up with his actions.
Ryan, pinned flat on the seat, could only look up at the faces above him.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
Up front Jason said, "We want to make you an honorary Rattler. This is just our way of initiating you."
"What if I'm happy being a Stallion?"
Rico leaned close. "Don't EVER say Stallion around me. I'm a Rattler and Rattlers hate Stallions." He continued to play with the briefs, edging the elastic waistband slowly down. He would pause and pop the waist.
"Hey guys, just let me go. I don't even know anybody-"
Jason burst out laughing. "Oh when we finish with you, you won't have to worry about that."
He started slowing the car. Ryan couldn't see outside since he was held below window level, but for modesty's sake he was glad of that. When the car stopped, Jason said "Get his briefs."
Rico again popped the elastic waist again, and expertly pulled his briefs off and stuffed them in his pocket. "These being to me now."
Jason leaned back over the seat. "Here's the first ordeal for you. We're going to put you out and let you hitchhike to Grove Hill High. I'd suggest you be careful who you ride with, since pervs cruise along here all the time. A nude stud like you would be a real treat."
Rico stepped out, Trey pushed Ryan, and the wrestlers took his arms and tossed him out. Rico jumped back in and the car took off.
Ryan was naked and alone on the highway. It was a slow Saturday in late afternoon, so at the moment no one was coming down this two lane state road. He was beside a field of corn. He considered his options, then stepped into one of the rows. The stalks were hard and cut against his legs and arms. He covered his private parts with his hands.
If he waited until dark, maybe he could try walking back. His folks might start asking about him. But except for them, nobody knew him enough to know he was missing. He had no clothes, no money, no ID, just him all alone. It seemed like a long time passed, but actually it was only probably ten minutes, when he heard a car honking out at the road. Peering around the stalks, he saw it was Jason and the gang. They must have found a road that let them double back, since they were heading in the same direction they had been before.
Rico opened the door and motioned for him to come on. He ran out and was pulled in. His seat was still flattened so they pinned him there and laughed.
"How did you like the countryside?" Ken asked from up front.
"Corn stalks can really scratch" he said, hoping to be a good sport.
Rico leaned down grinning. With his Mexican accent he said "Lots of things can be sharp my friend. Today you will learn much."
Jason called back "How are his pubes?"
Trey replied, "Well at least he's clean. That's more than you can say for most of those Stallions."
"Think we should shave him?" the wrestlers asked from behind. Ryan didn't like the eager tone in their voices. He had heard wrestlers really got off on that kind of thing.
"Not until we get some good pictures" Jason told them emphatically. Then almost as an afterthought, he asked "How about his hole?"
"Just a sec. I'll flip him over." Trey and the wrestlers turned Ryan onto his stomach while Rico eagerly spread his cheeks for Trey to inspect.
Trey pretended to be making a real inspection. "Oh nice. It's a good hole, one to be proud of. Just waiting to be filled."
"And I have something that can fill it" Rico bragged.
Ken looked back and snapped "And I bet it would be your lucky day. It's the only piece of ass you can get anymore since --"
Rico's face became a thunderstorm. His eyes blazed and his breath rasped. "You will get yours one day, senior, just wait."
"Guys!" Jason said. "Calm down. We're here to get Ryan, not each other."
Ryan didn't mind lying on his stomach. He was basically modest and it was uncomfortable to lie exposed with everyone else dressed. Suddenly someone pinched him on the butt.
"Nice melons. Ripe. I wonder if the figs are ripe too?" The voice was Rico Sanchez.
With that, they turned him over. His dick flopped to one side as Rico thumped it out of the way. They spread his legs wider. He didn't want to look but he couldn't help it. Rico was examining his balls.
"I'll thump these little figs to see if they're ripe too." The others were dying laughing. He thumped them and Ryan winced. It hurt. He thumped again and this time Ryan felt sick.
"I'm not sure. Trey, what do you think?"
"Rico, I'm not into figs, but thanks anyway."
Rico looked down at his face and their eyes met. Rico seemed really menacing. "Maybe I'll pluck one and see if it's ripe. That's usually the best way."
He grabbed one and Ryan screamed. "No! Please! NO!" The pain was terrible. Rico was yanking and squeezing at the same time.
"Quiet!" Jason shouted. "We're passing cars and people are looking!"
Rico stopped, then put his fingers on Ryan's balls and lightly tapped. Looking down at him, he mouthed the word "Later." For emphasis he nodded his head.
A little later Ken called back "Is he cut or uncut?" He half-turned but couldn't see down to where Ryan was.
Rico leaned closer and took Ryan's dick in his hand. Ryan had never had another guy handle his privates. In Wyoming they didn't do that kind of thing.
"He's cut" Rico said at last. "Very soft skin. I would say it was not much used." His voice bothered Ryan; it always sounded dangerous. Finally he let go.
"Cut, huh? Too bad" said Ken. "You lose points that way. Most Rattlers are uncut."
"Maybe we can find a way to remedy that" Trey said. "Maybe sew something as a hood for the head." They all laughed.
Ryan realized the car had slowed, so they must be in town. Jason said "Ryan, our school's colors are black and red. As an honorary Rattler, we'll give you those colors too. In indelible ink. Right, Rico?"
Rico snorted. "Yes. So we'll use this indelible ink and do your balls black and your nice cut dick-head red. It's the same ink they use in laundries that can withstand hundreds of washing at boiling water temperatures. It doesn't come off easy -- unless you want to take the skin off with it. And with your balls and your dick, I don't think you could take that. When do we mark them?"
"Not until after the pictures" Jason said.
Rico looked down into his face again. "I am a master painter. I paint slowly...and with great care." Rico practically drooled as he studied Ryan's body.
A chill went through Ryan. This place was so different from Wyoming. It had been a state of snow-capped mountains, of farms and plains and sky that reached forever, of trees taller than life itself. Here it was flat and level, with cockroaches, mosquitoes, bugs, snakes and mud; dead fields and ditches overrun with rainwater. Even the schools were poor and shabby.
In Wyoming, he reminded himself, we minded our own business and kept to ourselves. At PE we showered quickly and dressed with our backs to each other. Nobody popped anybody else with a towel or grabbed anybody's dick. He wished he could be back there now.
Summoning his courage, he asked "Why are you guys doing this to me? I'm new, I don't know anybody at either high school, and I was only minding my own business when you came along."
From up front Jason explained bitterly, "You're the quarterback. I'm the quarterback here. If the schools combine, I don't want any trouble or competition...especially not from a sheep boy." Pausing a second he then asked "Do people out there really fuck sheep?"
"No. Do people around here really fuck cows?"
The two wrestlers holding his arms down gave them a yank, then leaned forward and started slapping his face. "What the hell do you think, asshole?"
"We're here" Jason said as the car came to a stop. "Fun time starts now!"
They jumped out hauling Ryan with them. He looked around and saw a bright sunny courtyard nestled in an area behind two of the school's buildings. It was a much nicer looking school than Hinson's. The grass was soft under his bare feet. They kept holding his arms, waiting for Jason to tell them what to do. Ryan felt the wind across his balls and he was uncomfortable being naked. Wyoming was never like this.
Jason came up with his cell phone. "I've called Wadsworth and told him to get his ass over here."
Ken Hale looked up. "That looser? What do we need him for?"
"Yeah!" Trey Cotton agreed. "This is for us."
"Well it's either him or Wellington. It's a wheelbarrow race. You need at least two wheelbarrows. Besides, if we have him it'll give sheep boy a chance to see what he'll look like once he's painted."
Kevin Clark, one of the two wrestlers from the back seat asked "Who gets to push our sheepie wheelbarrow?"
Rico spoke up eagerly. "Well I've got me a switch to make sure our sheepie goes fast. You can drive him if you want to. I'll take care of the rear and the dongie hanging between his legs. I can make dongies dance."
Taking the switch he gave a few swats at Ryan who was still held between the two wrestlers by his arms. Ryan tried to `take a bow' but the switch still stung.
"Ha! Dongie likes my switch!"
Ryan realized this was a nightmare. He saw a couple of teenaged boys coming along. They paused, looked over, and turned around and went back. Apparently they knew trouble when they saw it. Unfortunately a group of six came shortly afterwards and seeing a nude guy held with arms outspread, they hurried over, big grins on their faces.
"Hi Jason! You going to have something going on?"
"You could say that. Why don't you stay? We're gonna be having wheelbarrow races in a few minutes."
One of them had a camera and held it up. He was beginning to focus when Jason sapped "No pictures! That's an order! The only pictures of this will be taken by us."
The camera disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. They smiled and stared at Ryan. They looked him up and down. Ryan was disgusted to see the way they were looking at his body. In Wyoming guys would never do that. People had too much respect for other people's privacy out there.
"Want to watch him jump when I flip his dongie?" Rico asked.
They eyed Rico cautiously, but their interest got the best of them and they leaned closer with expectant grins. Rico took the switch and jiggled it near Ryan's privates. Ryan bucked.
"Sheepie boy bucks. But his dongie likes the switch. Watch." He switched Ryan's dick several times rapidly. The dick bounced, swung, and then using the switch he flipped it up and swatted it as it flopped down. The result had Ryan jumping while the wrestlers held him in place. He was putting on a show for the group, all of whom laughed.
At that moment Wadsworth arrived. Ryan had thought he would either be a short kid unable to defend himself, or a fat boy who was easily intimidated. As he joined the group, Ryan could tell he was disturbed about something.
"I thought you weren't going to call me for this kind of thing any more," he said to Jason.
"Well then obviously you thought wrong. Anyhow you want to play next season and not sit on the bench again, right? Strip. Now!"
The guy stripped. When he pulled off his boxer-briefs and straightened up, Ryan's heart sank. Even with his foreskin covering it, he had a dick head that was fiery red, and he could see behind his dick that his balls were jet black.
Jason turned to Ryan. "See what awaits you?" Turning back to Wadsworth, he commanded "Red sticks!" The group whooped and all started shouting "Red sticks! Red sticks!"
The boy turned crimson. They kept up the shout and he began masturbating. It was difficult for him to get an erection. Ryan didn't want to watch and tried to turn his head away. Rico saw it and came up behind the wrestlers and put his hands on either side of Ryan's head, forcing him to watch. Forced to keep looking, he suddenly realized the guy was shaved in the crotch. He had an athlete's build, with strong abs and heavily muscled legs. Ryan was embarrassed at himself for watching. Back home guys didn't do that.
Trey turned to Ryan and explained, "Anyone who's been painted has to make himself erect whenever any of the varsity shouts `Red sticks.' He can't go all the way, but he has to stay hard until we tell him he can stop."
Ken, the smartest member of the varsity, explained "Two hundred years ago the Creek Indians were here. Their warriors were called Red Sticks. So we sort of borrowed the name."
Thankfully Wadsworth had made himself hard now. Having to watch it made Ryan have funny feelings. All the things he saw about Wadsworth: the muscles, the abs, the smooth crotch, the red headed dick now pointing up like a rocket ready to fire, they were having an effect on him.
The crowd was still laughing. Wadsworth looked mortified.
"You can stop now, Wadsworth" Jason said dryly. "We didn't need to watch your continued masturbation. Save that for home. From the looks of it, you must nearly wear it out every day. It's really red." They all laughed at the joke, everyone but Wadsworth and Ryan.
"Time for the race!" Kevin the wrestler cried out. He turned to Ryan. "You'll like this. It's fun."
Jason said "Kevin's got Ryan. Trey, you want to do Wadsworth?"
Trey grinned broadly. "Sure. What's the wager?"
"If sheepie wins, he gets to wear his shorts...for a while anyway. If Wadsworth wins, well he doesn't have to jack off in front of everybody and then put out a fire."
"Not the fire!" Wadsworth said in a panic.
"Oh" Jason said, "so you don't mind jacking off in front of people, you just don't want to crawl naked with a mouth full of alum water and put out a fire? Last time you had to do that, your mouth looked like you'd been sucking dick for a week."
Standing beside Ryan, Kevin explained, "Alum water dries up your mouth, makes you look like you've sucked a dozen lemons. It lasts for a good number of hours. And crawling over to a fire, spitting the water into it, crawling back and getting another mouth full, it takes a long time. Your stomach and legs get scratched and your muscles begin to really ache. Plus with all that crawling on your belly, the chance is you'll swallow some of the water, and that's real hell man."
But Ryan was more distressed over the fact that Wadsworth said that was worse than having to masturbate in front of other people. Ryan knew he would die if he was ever forced to do that.
Rico kept slapping his switch around, swishing it in the air. "What does our sheepie have to do if he looses?"
Jason said, "We'll think of something. Maybe the crowd would like to choose. But before anything, we'd need to paint him. Anyhow, here are the rules. Each wheelbarrow goes to the other end of the grassy area. I've put two cups filled with something there. Each wheelbarrow picks the cup up with his teeth, and brings it back without spilling it. If any is spilled, the guy has to drink the contents. And believe me, you don't really want to do that. First one back wins...even if he has to drink what's in the cup."
Amid shouts from the group, the race began. Ryan was using his hands while Kevin held his legs outstretched behind him, holding him by the ankles. They would have made good time, but Rico kept switching his dick and balls. "Go along dongie, dongie, and Rico flap you good!" Indeed it was flapping around, and Ryan was worried. He never had a problem with erections, but after everything so far, and with Wadsworth beside him in the race, he felt things mounting up inside.
To add to the problem, the drivers of both wheelbarrows would spread the guy's legs wide, then bring them back like scissors, It threw both guys off balance. When Rico's switching of his dick got too intense, Ryan said bitterly "Watch out or I'll cum all over you."
Rico started switching him on the back, but now they were at the cups and Ryan steeled himself for whatever the cup might contain. He was ahead of Wadsworth by about a length now, and leaning down he took the edge of the cup in his teeth. The liquid filled the cup to just below his nose. It was an odd smell, but at least it wasn't piss. That had been what Ryan had feared. They began a slow turn, in which Ryan almost fell over under the increased switching from Rico. He had left his back alone but was still after his penis. Ryan knew his penis was lengthening.
With the cup between his teeth and his hands and long arms marching him forward, he was only a little ahead of Wadsworth. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his partner's muscles working, the powerful arms, the long lithe body, and the powerfully muscled legs being held by Ken. It was at that moment that Rico used the switch to simply stay under the head and massage his penis at its most vulnerable spot. Now indeed it was growing. What was worse was that the feeling was getting powerful, and he knew the consequences.
Ever since he was 12, when it was cold and the snow was piled at the windows, he could bundle up beneath the deep covers and squeeze his legs, and he would get this good feeling. Guys warned each other that if they started playing with it on their own, this feeling would never come again. More than that, if you started beating it, you would never be able to stop. So instead Ryan used this feeling to satisfy his needs. It always worked, even now at 17, but some mornings he would find himself stuck to the fabric of his pajamas.
Now the pressure deep within him was growing. He worked as fast as he could to reach the finish line. Wadsworth was behind him. He heard a sound and presumed either Wadsworth had stumbled or had spilled some of the contents of his cup. Ryan couldn't think about that now, he had to cross the finish line and protect his privates before something mortifying happened. Rico continued the switch massage right under the head. In horror, Ryan realized this felt even better than crossed legs in bed did.
As the tension mounted, he got across the line, lowered his head placing the cup upright, and Kevin dropped his legs. Ryan was now on his hands and knees, and the switch was still giving him that massage. He raised himself upright, looked up in to Jason's face to be proclaimed winner. And then the unthinkable happened. His penis, so hard and erect, began to vibrate, then flip and tremble, and as he held his hands away, he began shooting the ejaculation stuff his health book had talked about. It hit Jason who looked at him totally disgusted. Everybody else either gasped or shouted, finally ending with applause. Ryan's face was crimson. Then he saw to his left that Alex was snapping pictures.
Wadsworth stumbled up and saw what happened. He held an empty cup between his teeth. "Geez, man, you just shot off all over the place. Do races turn you on?"
Rico grinned proudly. "No it was my switch on his dongie that did it. Now we will have to work harder to paint him because it takes being boned up to get the head completely painted."
Jason had recovered and wiped off the cum that splashed on him. He started giving orders again.
"Wadsworth, part of losing is that you'll have to help Rico paint Ryan. But first you two come in the gym so I can get some pictures. Rico, go get your paint out of the locker."
Ryan and Wadsworth stood up now. Ryan was still erect although the orgasm was over. Then a tiny bit of cum burped out. Wadsworth looked at him again.
"What's with you, man? I mean how did that happen? Don't you jack off enough?"
Ryan shook his head. "I don't do that."
"Oh shit, man, every guy says that."
"No honestly. Out in Wyoming we don't live the way you all do here. We grow up differently from Alabama."
"Well that's for damn sure. Nobody in Alabama ever shot off on himself without touching it, while being in a wheelbarrow race."
Ryan looked at Wadsworth. He saw he was grinning.
"Somebody needs to talk to you, man. We saw your write-up and what a great quarterback you are, and here you are shooting off without even touching it. Man you raised up and that thing just started firing."
Ryan had always been taught that conversations like this were unhealthy. Guys who talked too much about sex usually had real sex problems. He was sorry for Wadsworth, because he seemed like such a nice guy.
"You two hurry up!" Jason shouted. They followed him into one of the dressing rooms for the team. Some of the guys standing outside stood in the doorway, asking if they could come in and watch.
Jason looked at them. He was a hard taskmaster. "Sure you can come in and watch, but these are the rules: you strip completely and the first one who bones up while he's watching has to jack off in front of everybody and we take pictures of him. You agree to that?"
The guys looked at each other. Some had secretive little grins, others seemed to weigh the odds. Finally the six of them began to strip.
"You don't touch yourselves or try to hide your dicks, understand?"
They nodded. They were now nude. Ryan hated this, but at least he wasn't the only naked guy anymore. Wadsworth looked at them. He knew a couple. They were a grade below him, and one was probably 15. He figured if any of them boned up, it would be the 15 year old. He knew that with adolescent boys, 15 was the last year of dicks and the first year of girls. Wadsworth smiled. This could prove very interesting.
Rico came in with small bottles of indelible ink, several pens, and a couple of brushes. Ryan stood on a bench. He hated how Rico stood there his face just inches from his dick, so close he could feel his breath.
"Get your dongie hard. It must be hard." Rico sounded like he would do it himself if Ryan didn't.
Ryan began working on it. This was so new, so embarrassing. The naked 6 kept looking at him. Ryan deliberately looked back at them. If they wanted to look, then he'd look too. He noticed the youngest one kept trying to touch himself. Ryan thought maybe his dick was growing.
"No touching!" Jason barked. The youngest blushed and straightened up. Yes it was growing. The boy knew what his fate would be, but he couldn't stop it. It was just too good to see this tall lanky quarterback having to jerk himself hard.
His buddies looked over at him and grinned. `Way to go, Seannie."
Jason raised his eyebrows. "Shawnee? What is he, a fucking Indian?"
"His name's Sean, but his friends call him Seannie," one of the others explained.
Ryan was having trouble getting it hard. After just having had an orgasm, he didn't think he could get it hard again so soon. Rico was growing impatient. He complained to Jason, who said "Ryan, if you can't get it hard, I'll get somebody who can get you hard."
"It's too soon. It's not working." Ryan was desperate. The 6 were grinning at his predicament. That young one Seannie was still hanging long. Ryan wondered if he'd make it through without having to jack in front of them. He tried to think of anything that would make him hard. Then Jason solved it for him.
"Wadsworth! Suck his dick and make it hard!"
Wadsworth stood there open mouthed. "I don't suck dicks!"
"Of course you don't. You wouldn't be a part of this team if you did. But if you want to sit on the bench all season after having been painted, just stay where you are. Otherwise suck it hard. You can stop the minute it's hard."
Reluctantly Wadsworth came over to where Ryan stood on the bench. He noticed how with his legs spread like that, his leg muscles looked really strong. Then he saw what big balls he had, and knew Ryan was in for trouble. Rico went crazy on guys with big balls. He remembered how bad it had been for `Balls' Benson. He and Balls at the same time, so Wadsworth had seen it close up.
Naked, he stood in front of Ryan and opened his mouth. Ryan stopped jacking, and Wadsworth took it in his hands. He was surprised at how unused it felt, tender as if it not only hadn't plowed a girl, but as if it hadn't even had a hand jacking it. `This guy really is a total virgin' he thought.
He closed his lips over the tip and started to suck. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. The thing seemed so gentle in his mouth, like it didn't know what was coming. When it started to harden slightly, Ryan shivered. He tensed and fidgeted.
"You had your chance to do it yourself" Jason barked. "Now we do it our way."
Ryan looked at the six who wanted to see the whole show and saw Seannie was getting harder. He had never watched a guy's dick get hard before. He saw it lengthen and then get some rigidity, and felt something inside himself come to life. Wadsworth jumped back and Ryan's dick pointed skyward.
"Wow! That came alive fast!" Wadsworth said. "One minute nothing, and the next it's starting up like crazy."
Ryan's eyes were locked on Seannie, on the look of horror on his face and on the penis almost as rigid as his own. He started taking deep breaths, and looking down saw Wadsworth still in front of him, watching his dick.
"Looks like we've caught one!" Trey said, pointing to Seannie.
Jason agreed. "Come on up, Indian. Stand here beside Ryan and watch while he gets marked, and then you can put on your show for everybody. That's right, don't hesitate. It'll be far worse if you don't cooperate. Good boy."
A reluctant Sean came up to the bench and climbed up on it.
"Hands away from yourself. In fact, grip them behind your head. That's right. Now legs wide. Perfect. Don't move."
Red faced and moist eyed, Sean stood there while his buddies grinned and pointed. One of them called out "Wait `till we get home. We'll make you famous, Seannie."
Rico painted Ryan's balls first. That meant Ryan had to hold his dick out of the way. It stayed hard and his having to hold it gave him even more feelings he wished he didn't have. As the indelible ink was applied to his balls by pens that seemed to both prick and smooth, Jason stared explaining.
"We're marking you and we'll mark that other quarterback. Over here our guys are marked when they start to play varsity. For that first year, any time one of us says `Red sticks!' he has to pull it out and get it hard. That's true in class or in restaurants or anywhere. He doesn't have to strip, and he can try to disguise what he's doing, but he has to prove to us that it's hard and that the red tip is still there. Without being marked, you sit on the bench all season."
Rico had finished the balls. He looked at them enviously. Wadsworth saw the look and wondered what would happen next. But Rico restrained himself, and proceed to get out the indelible red ink.
"Ah, now the conquest begins" Jason said, with a certain mocking sarcasm. "After this, when Hinson plays Grove Hill and you hear our cheerleaders shout Red sticks!' you will know we marked you. It's like cutting your balls off, it means you belong to us. You may go back to throw a pass and hear the Grove Hill team itself shouting Red sticks!', and then you'll remember we did something to you that nobody ever had."
The red pen brushed the head over and over while Jason talked. Ryan was totally rigid. He had never had any experience this intense. He thought he could hold off if Rico just wouldn't go for the underside of the head. His breath became short and his dick started to twitch.
"No twitching!" Rico said. He stopped until Ryan got control of himself.
"It's the head" Ryan said. "If you could stay away --"
Rico burst out in bitter laughter and turned to Jason. "Did you hear?" He began to mimic Ryan. "'It's the head' Well of course it's the head. Doesn't he understand what this is about?"
Wadsworth saw the trembling dick, but then looking at Seannie he saw it had really gotten to him too. Precum was dripping and he was rigid, afraid to move. Well' he thought to himself, at least when he has to jack off it'll be over quick. Not like Balls Benson.' He had never seen anyone take as long to cum as Balls had.
Rico resumed and soon it was finished.
"Do not touch it and do not wash it for 24 hours" Rico said.
Ryan wondered how he would unzip to pee if he couldn't touch it. But at the moment that was not an issue.
Jason turned to Sean. "Ok Shawnee, now's your time."
His friends moved closer, nudging each other and giving embarrassed grins as they watched their buddy perform. Ryan started to get down but a hand restrained him.
"Stay right here and watch. You might learn something."
Ryan obeyed Jason's command. At any moment earlier in his life, he would have been sickened to have to watch a guy masturbate. But after all that had happened to him today, somehow --
Seannie shot off in great glory, with generous spurts hitting almost everybody including Ryan. When it was through he got a round of applause, and red faced he climbed down. That group all dressed hurriedly and went home. The oldest one turned back at the entrance and called to Ryan, "I'm looking forward to seeing you play this fall." Then after a pause he said, "Red sticks!" Laughing he hurried out to join the others.
Ryan felt betrayed. How could he play ball if everybody mocked him? His erection had subsided but the urge to get relief was still almost overwhelming. He thought the slightest touch would get him off.
Jason brought him a bottle of cold water. "Here" he said, handing it to him, "take this pill and drink."
Ryan hoped it wasn't a laxative. That would be all he'd need at this point to completely demolish himself. He had suffered every other bodily function and indignity, so why not that? He swallowed thirstily.
Alex spoke up. "We got plenty of pictures, before and after. Plus the winning cum shot after the race."
"That ought to do it" Jason said. "Now we just have to wait a few minutes to see if things take effect."
They turned and looked at Ryan.
"What?" Ryan asked.
They smiled. "Nothing" they said.
"Well if it's a laxative, I'm gonna need a bathroom."
They shook their heads in unison. "No, it's not a laxative."
Ryan thought it was really creepy standing there. Then suddenly something inside gave him a jerk. Then it did it again. His dick started to get hard and they burst out laughing.
"Don't touch it! You'll ruin the paint job!"
To Ryan's amazement, his dick became harder and harder. Harder than he could ever remember.
Jason handed him his blue shorts. "Put these on. No underwear. Personally I think underwear's an overrated thing. But the mesh piece inside the shorts may help a little."
"I doubt it" several said and laughed again. Ryan pulled them on. His erection was so hard it tented the shorts. Everyone who saw him would know he was erect.
"Where's my shirt?" Ryan asked.
"I got you a Rattlers' shirt instead." Jason handed him an old faded t-shirt with `Grove Hill Rattlers' printed on the front in faded letters.
"Now" Jason said, "Let's go and get something to eat. I'm in a mood for barbeque. How about you guys?"
They all agreed. Surrounding Ryan, they started out.
"Which one are we going to?" Alex asked.
"The Ponderosa. They're always a crowd on Saturday nights. Lots of fun there."
They dragged Ryan out the door with them.
(End of Chapter Twenty-Five)
(Special thanks to Alan, Baruch, Bruce and Scott for their input, and everyone for their emails and their interest. Thanks, guys. -- Bart)