Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 16:31:57 EDT
From: Bart384@aol.com
Subject: Getting Graduated (Part 4)

                               Getting Graduated (Part 4)
                                     by Bart Hanks
                                     (bart384@aol.com)

I was opening the door on my side while Squirrel was still getting the
car parked at the curb.  If Pete was already up there with Patrick, I
wanted to get up there right away.  I was mad at myself for taking the
time to enjoy David's attempts to get to see the porno video, when in
point of fact Patrick was the guy who really needed our help.  I glanced
over at Squirrel as I closed my door, and saw he was still trying to get
his pants pulled back up.  If he would only get some loose fitting pants
he wouldn't have that problem. Instead he tries to really pack himself
into tight ones.  There was still some cum visible.

We crossed the lawn and went in the front door without knocking since I
knew both of his folks worked and would be away.  We went up to Patrick's
room.  The door was open.  Inside stood Pete, leaning over Patrick who
was on the bed.

Pete was saying, "I told you to keep them shaved and I told you to leave
those red dots where I put them.  Now I'm going to -"  But he heard us
coming in and turned.

Pete had somehow looked tanned all his life.  He was well proportioned and
in excellent shape.  With crew cut brown hair and dark eyes, he always
seemed the typical marine even after having served his active duty.  At
22, he could take on anybody his own size and win handily, as he had
proved several times.  He was wearing a marine issue T-shirt and an old
pair of fatigues.  He looked imposing.

"What the shit are you two fags doing here?"  he demanded.  Behind him
Patrick lay on the bed, his hands tied behind his head and his legs tied
to the knobs on the end of the footboard, spread wide apart.  Patrick's
dick was standing tall.  He's the only guy I know whose dick seems to
think of itself as a trophy, ready to stand and be counted on any occasion.

"What are you doing to Patrick, are you trying to have sex with him or
something?"  I figured that was the best way to divert Pete from whatever
it was he had planned to do.

He cussed us with a real enthusiasm and rising to his full height he took
a step forward.

"There are two of us here, Pete, so don't try anything" I warned.  I
figured even as good as Pete was, Squirrel and I could get him pinned and
then one of us could free Patrick.  Squirrel moved forward beside me.

"I've known you little faggots since you were trying out for junior
varsity.  I used to beat your skinny butts just for the fun of it.  And
now I'm going to do it again, and when I'm through you can hold my royal
balls while I re-shave Patrick."

Actually, holding his balls didn't seem like such a bad deal.  But of
course things were too serious to stop and fantasize about that
possibility.

"Leave him alone, Pete.  That's all we want.  Just leave Patrick alone."
I guess I sounded definite, because that paused him for a second.

"This is between Patrick and me.  It's none of you guys concern."  He
stood tall and defiant.

He must have figured he had made his point, because he turned back to
Patrick and began feeling his balls.  Patrick's dick bobbed and snapped
wildly as Pete pushed in and pulled down on the sack.

"That sack ain't near full enough.  I told you not to pull those dots
off."

It was hard to keep my eyes off the scene, and I figured Squirrel was
having a hard time too because he kept reaching down the front of his
pants to give that bone of his some room.  I wondered why Patrick didn't
at least try to make some sounds, even though he had a jock stuffed in his
mouth.  I got my answer when Pete asked him, "You getting my cum sucked
out of there for me?  I hadn't washed it in a week and when I shot off I
figured that maybe you could just as well clean it while you sucked it."

Patrick didn't want to move his mouth or do anything to make saliva get
around that dirty jock.  But he struggled and bucked on the bed, which
kind of explained how he felt about things.

"You need to start doing some sucking on that thing.  Maybe this will
help get you started."  Pete leaned over and took Patrick's long pole by
the tip and started giving it a little twist around the head.  He had
apparently already gotten that thing so sensitive that Patrick gasp,
tried to shout, and before he realized it he had started swallowing the
saliva that flowed inside his mouth.  His Adams apple bobbed and Pete
said, "Good boy.  You like that stuff, don't you?  I can give you plenty
more of that."

As he twisted the tip again, Patrick arched his back and practically came
up off the bed.  Every muscle was taut, and his abs were tight.  When Pete
relaxed his hold, Patrick's dick started a series of jerking motions and
with a sudden urgent frenzy shot off into the air.  I stood almost
hypnotized as the stuff rocketed out, getting on Patrick's chest, and even
on his face.  Finally the dick was still.  But it didn't soften.

I realized we weren't being much help to Patrick, but damn, I asked myself,
when could I ever get to see a scene like this again?   I knew Patrick
wanted us to help him, and I knew we ought to, but I figured I would wait
just a little.  Patrick hadn't done me any special favors over the years,
and besides with us here, Pete couldn't go too far.  And we could stop him
in a little while.

"You shouldn't have shot off, Patrick.  Haven't I been telling you that I
was going to cure you of doing that?"

He reached down and touched Patrick's hairless crotch.  "Hmm, there's a
little stubble here.  Didn't I order you to keep it shaved?"

While he talked, he wiped up the fresh cum with his fingers and smeared it
on the strap in Patrick's mouth.

"This will add to the flavor," he said, and then added "and I am going to
have to dry shave that area since you don't seem to be able to do it."

It seemed odd that Patrick's dick was still hard.  While Pete fished one of
those disposable razors from his pocket, he kept touching Patrick's dick
with his other hand.

"That stuff has dried pretty well," he said.  "How does it feel?"

When Patrick didn't make any sound, I asked, "What is it?  What are you
talking about?"

"It's something I got when I was stationed out on the West Coast.  Some of
us went down into Mexico and I bought this clear stuff.  You put it on your
dick and it makes it stay hard for hours.  Not only that, but the best
part is that it makes it feel like it turned to glass.  It's the strangest,
most incredible feeling in the world."  He touched the underside of the
head, tapped it, and it began to pulse and flip up and down.  "We can go
for hours this way.  What you do is coat the shaft, but leave the head
alone.  That way the shaft is struggling to relax but can't, and the head
has no covering so it just gets tenderer and tenderer.  One of the toughest
marines I ever knew, a guy that could go through anything and never blink,
was begging us to stop after a few hours."

Holding Patrick's dick with one hand, he used the dry razor to scrape at
the stubble that was trying to grow there.  I figured this was our time to
try something.  I nudged Squirrel and we moved closer to the bed as if we
wanted to see better.  When we were on either side of Pete, we each
grabbed an arm.  I put one leg behind him and we pulled him backwards down
onto the floor.  It happened so quickly he didn't have time to react.
Fortunately he dropped the razor and it went under the bed.

Pete was strong.  It was hard to hold him, and I wasn't sure this was going
to work.  I lay lengthwise against him on one side, pinning one arm and
keeping both my legs across one of his. Squirrel did the same on the other
side.

Pete started cussing.  As strong as he was, I thought for a minute he might
be able to lift one or the other of us off and have a way to get free.
What we needed to do was tie him up, but it took both of us to hold him and
with Patrick tied up it didn't look like there was any other help
available.

It seemed to be a total stalemate.  I was wondering if Squirrel could slip
out of his pants and we could use them to tie Pete's hands which would let
one of us set Patrick free, when a familiar voice called out from the front
door, "Hey Patrick!  Are you home?"

It was David.  "Hell yes!" I shouted, "we're back here in Patrick's room.
Come on back but make sure you lock the front door."

"Huh?  Ken is that you?  You all are not watching the video are you?"  That
guy had a one track mind.

"No!  And Patrick's kind of tied up at the moment but we need you.  Make
sure the lock is on the door and come on back."

Pete made one last effort to break free, but I reached down with my free
hand and grabbed him in the crotch.  He calmed down quick.  I realized when
I grabbed him that he had quite a bulge there.  Apparently this stuff
really got him hot.  I knew I also was hard as hell down there and I knew
it got to me.  I couldn't get a good view of Squirrel, but I was anxious
to see his reaction.

I wish I had a picture of the expression on David's face when he came into
the room.  He had begun to say, "Hey Patrick, I just decided to come -" but
he got no further as he turned the corner into the room.

"David, go untie Patrick, and bring me the ropes from there."

"What's going on?"  He seemed dumbfounded, but I noticed a gleam in his eye
as he took in the situation.

"Right now just get Patrick untied."

Going over to him, David then asked, "Why does Patrick have a jock strap
stuck in his mouth?"

"David!"

"OK. OK."

Looking up from where I held Pete, I could see David start to work on the
ropes, but his eyes were on Patrick's dick.  I bet he had never seen one
that size in his life.  Just before he got Patrick's hands free, I said
"It's OK if you want to touch it David.  But do it before Patrick gets
free."

David jumped guiltily and flushed with embarrassment.

"It's OK" I reassured him.

David looked at Patrick who was giving him an angry stare, and then with
a smile he reached down and gave Patrick's dick a few strokes.  It
responded by flipping wildly.

"Don't let it know you want it, or it'll spit at you again" I called.

David grinned happily.  "Hey, this is fun."  He touched it again and tried
some more strokes.  I finally had to stop him, and he finished untying the
ropes around Patrick's hands.  The first thing Patrick did was to throw the
soiled jock away and open his mouth wide to breathe deeply.  Then he sat up
and David jumped back, but Patrick was only trying to massage the
circulation back into his hands and arms.

David helped him free his legs, and brought the ropes to us. Patrick sat on
the edge of the bed as if trying to get his strength back.  His dick still
pointed straight out in front of him.  It was magnificent.

"Come help us tie him up, Patrick."

His dick bobbing, Patrick came over.  With the three of us working, we got
Pete's shirt off and his hands tied behind him.  Then with Patrick kneeling
on his shoulders facing us, and his dick practically in Pete's mouth,
Squirrel and I got his pants off.  And his shorts.  His dick stood semi
hard.

Pete was cussing, but with the dick almost in his face he didn't try too
much movement, and he certainly didn't open his mouth too wide.

"Hey David, there's a dick here you might want to come over and look at!"

David turned red.  "You guys."  But he did come over.  Pete didn't like the
idea of this younger guy looking him over that way.

"Pete, there's a lot you are going to have to get used to.  We are going to
have as much fun with you as you wanted to have with Patrick."  Then
turning to David who seemed more interested in that bone of Patrick's than
in what Pete had, I said "Bring that footstool from over in the corner and
put it here between Pete's ankles."

We tied his ankles to the legs of the footstool so that he was spread out.
He glared at us.  I crouched down beside him and took his dick in my hand.

"That's a real nice little dick you've got there, Pete."

He wouldn't actually answer, he just cussed at us.  Patrick got up and
started for the bathroom.  His dick was so hard it just bounced as he
walked.  He looked back at Pete.

"How do I get this stuff off my damn dick?"

Pete grinned with glee.  "Just wash it off.  Good old soap and water.  Soap
it up and keep washing.  It will come off...eventually.  It just takes a
lot of action.  You know how to do that, right?"

David looked up eagerly.  "You want me to help you get it off?"

Patrick gave him the finger, and went into the bathroom.  He hadn't been
in there but a minute when I called, "Where does Pete keep that stuff he
coated you with?"

Pete started to go wild.  "On the table!" Patrick shouted from the
bathroom, above the sound of running water.

I went over and saw a small bottle with a clear, sticky looking liquid in
it.

"How do you put it on?" I called.

"By hand" Patrick replied.

"You guys better make sure he doesn't get loose" I said as I unscrewed the
cap.  Squirrel and David moved in close, as much to get a good view as
anything.

Before starting on his dick, I looked at Pete's balls.  They were big,
they were hairy, and the cord or seam that divided them was thick and
strong.  I moved a finger there to test it.  Pete squirmed and gritted his
teeth.  I got ready to do his dick.  He kept trying to bring his legs
closer together, but he was bound too tight and the footstool kept them
apart.  The muscles in his legs strained as if they would crunch the
footstool, but it did no good.  Pete was where I wanted him.  That marine
was mine.

I remembered what Pete had said about leaving the tip of the head free.
I held my first finger to the opening and upended the bottle rapidly,
getting the tip well coated.  Then I touched his dick, right under the
head and a little further back.  From the first touch I got results.  That
thing started growing, hardening, getting bigger, extending outward and
then upward.  From that moment, we didn't have a bit of trouble out of
Pete.  That tough, hard-boiled marine was like putty.  He just let out
ecstatic little moans as I slowly went down the length of his dick, moving
round and round, then tracing its length top to bottom.  When I was through
I closed the bottle, and touched the head of his dick.  It trembled.

"Find that jock" I told Squirrel.  "When he cums, I want it to go in
there.  Then we can stuff it in his mouth and he can see how he likes
something like that happening to him."

"We ought to shave him" Squirrel said.

"Wow!" David replied, his eyes big as saucers.  Eager to help, he found the
razor under the bed.  I sent him into the bathroom to get shaving cream.

He got as far as the bathroom door and burst out laughing.  "Come see
this!"

"Keep the hell out!" Patrick shouted.

I went and looked in.  Poor Patrick.  He was straddling the basin, pumping
his meat with plenty of soap, and sloshing water on it to increase the
friction.

"He just shot off and he's still pumping it!" David laughed excitedly.  "He
lunged so hard I thought he was going to pull the basin off the wall."
This was probably the horniest experience David had ever lived through and
the horniest day he had ever had.  He kept pointing at Patrick, which
pissed Patrick off no end.

"Get the shaving cream and come back out here, David."

Pete kept raising his head to see what we were doing.  Squirrel was holding
the jockstrap and fiddling with the top of Pete's dick to see what would
happen.

David arrived with the shaving cream and I spread some around Pete's
crotch, working the lather in.   He squirmed.  I noticed again how strong
his legs were.  He must work out all the time to stay in this good a
shape.  The one thing that surprised me was that the hair on his legs,
though light, had a tough quality like bristles.  But I didn't want to
waste time shaving anything that didn't really need shaving.

I hit my first snag when I tried to shave the bush.  After one stroke the
razor was clogged with hair.

"Hey Patrick, why won't Pete's hairs shave easy?"

>From the bathroom, Patrick was breathing heavily as he tried to answer,
"Trim the hair first.  You can't just go in and start shaving."

"Come help us."

"Can't, man.  Too busy."

We all burst out laughing.  Squirrel said, "I'll go give him a hand."

After a moment he came back, with Patrick and a pair of scissors.

Patrick's dick looked like it had really had a workout.  But he seemed
anxious to help get Pete, so we let him start trimming the hair down
there.  I noticed he would give Pete's bone a quick stroke, or hold on to
it as he trimmed.  Pete tensed, held his breath, and tried to keep his
raging sexuality in check the best he could.

"You enjoying that, Pete?" I asked.  "Looks like you got more preferences
than a person might have thought."

"I'm not a fag."  He sounded defiant.

"You sure seemed eager to do all kinds of stuff to Patrick.  And it
obviously turned you on when you got him stripped.  I bet you get off on
that kind of stuff all the time."

He cussed us, but I noticed he seemed almost disappointed when Patrick had
to let go of his big bone in order to get at some more hair.

"Tell you what, Pete.  After we get you shaved, I'm going to have you in
the butt.  I mean I'm going to bust that ass of yours open, and when you
see how much it turns you on, you might think differently."

We were all pretty turned on by then.  David's bone stuck straight out from
his silk shorts, Patrick's had never gone down even though he had
apparently gotten all the coating off it, and Squirrel had a bulge that
wouldn't wait.  I wasn't doing too badly either.

When Patrick finished trimming the hair, I lathered Pete up real good and
started in again with the razor.  I had to send David into the bathroom to
rinse it off every few strokes until I wised up and we got a bowl to rinse
it in.

Pete was really turned on, and as I took his pole in my hand to push it up
so I could get at the hair underneath it, he started shooting.  That guy
must have had muscles in his dick as well as everywhere else, because the
damn thing pushed against my hand like it had a life of its own.  I
hollered at Squirrel who put the pouch over the head and caught most of the
stuff.  Then he wickedly worked the last little bit of cum out of Pete's
dick, relishing every moment.

With the jock in his mouth, Pete didn't give us much trouble and I could
finish the shaving pretty easily.  When we were through, Squirrel cleaned
Pete up, using a warm face cloth to clear everything away.  Pete was
smooth, and his dick had gotten hard again.  Squirrel had been nice and
slow about cleaning him up, and his hands had been everywhere.  Even now
they lingered about the head.  Pete glared at him but didn't move or make
a sound.

It took all of us to turn Pete over so I could get at his ass.  We ended
up having to put him face down, his shoulders on the bed with him kneeling
on the floor.  I didn't want to take the footstool off yet because I didn't
know what he might do, so I got between his legs and began working on that
butt.

Pete's butt was as strong as the rest of him.  It was a bubble butt of the
finest kind, and I got my fingers into it rapidly.  He managed to moan as I
got one finger up in there.  By the time I inserted a second and third, he
was beginning to sound turned on.  Using the shaving cream I lubricated my
way up in there, spreading and working on that hole and going deep inside.

With those fingers working inside, I used my other hand to reach down
between his legs and moving it under him I grabbed his dick.  It was still
hard as a rock.  Not only that, but as I held it he began thrusting, and as
horny as he was he was actually fucking my hand.

"Way to go, Pete!  You like that stuff, right?"

His continued movement convinced me I was right.  When he seemed ready to
drive it home for a real explosive orgasm, I removed my hand and let him
fuck the open air.

"OK, Pete, here it comes."  I worked my dick in, and he fought me with his
anal opening every inch of the way.  It was like trying to use my bone to
dig solid rock.  But I got it in, and he began to moan.  It didn't sound
like pain.  It sounded like he was horny as hell.

I picked up speed.  As I did, Patrick got around in front of Pete, waving
his dick in Pete's face.

"You want it?" he asked.  "I'll pull out that soiled jockstrap if you'll
take my dick!"

For a moment there was no response.  Then slowly Pete nodded his head.
>From that moment I knew we had won.  Whatever the future might hold, for
now Pete was ours.  He was our cocksucker, and his butt was being royally
fucked.

Patrick pulled the strap from Pete's mouth and threw it away, ramming his
pole in there to take its place.  It was obvious from the grapefruit sized
balls under it that he was ready to shoot at any moment.  I was picking up
speed, and it was all I could do to hold my load back.  All this stuff we
had been doing had me so hot I almost couldn't stand it, and pounding hard
thrusting against that firm, round, muscled bubble butt was sending me over
the top.  I'm not much for noise during sex, but I hollered and yelled as I
gave a final thrust and came up his ass.  I could feel shot after shot
roaring in there.  His ass muscles gripped me and held.  I think it was
probably the best shot I ever had.

I kept my dick up in him while Patrick came.  He does a real show when he
cums, slapping his sides and throwing his head back and breathing like a
locomotive with loud puffs and throat sounds.  He must have given Pete a
real load, since Pete almost choked on it.  I was impressed that after all
the times he had already shot today, that Patrick could still produce that
full a load.  He did indeed have remarkable balls.

We untied Pete and turned him over on his back.  I saw his dick had shot
off while all the rest was going on.

"Well, Pete, I guess you learned stuff about yourself, didn't you?"

He looked at me and didn't say anything.  Patrick helped him up. As he did
so, he said "Come on Pete, let's get a shower.  We can clean each other
up."

I figured we could leave safely.  I didn't think with all of us knowing
what turned Pete on, that he would try to bother Patrick any more.  It was
a funny sight seeing the two of them, both still completely naked, going
into the bathroom with their arms thrown over each other's shoulders.

We went out into the late afternoon.  In the sunlight, I saw that David
still had a bone lifting the leg of his shorts, the head peeping out at the
world.

"You're a horny little bastard, you know that David?"

"I ain't little."

I turned to Squirrel.  "Let's me and you go back to your house."

"I could use some action," Squirrel said.  "After all, you and the rest
have been shooting off, and all I get to do is watch."

"Can I come too?" David asked.

"Sure," Squirrel said.  "Ken and I can show you stuff you'd never believe."

"You guys" David said and shook his head.  But he grinned from ear to ear.

_________(End of Part 4)________________________________
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