From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject:  New Story: Rococo Beach (High School) t/t/t/t
Date: December 26, 1997

                     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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