Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 16:42:14 EDT
From: Bart384@aol.com
Subject: Getting Graduated (Part 5)

                 Getting Graduated (Part 5)
                       by Bart Hanks
                       (bart384@aol.com)

    (Note: this chapter takes place right after the events in
      Part 4)

I couldn't believe David really wanted to come with Squirrel and me.  I
had never had an audience for sex before, and I wasn't sure exactly what
to do.  David stood there in his little yellow gym shorts that had the
school's red stripe down the side, his dick so hard as it pushed itself
forward that it raised the right leg of his shorts as it peeped out.  We
were still standing in front of Patrick's where inside probably he and
Pete were enjoying their shower together.  I'd love to have a picture of
that.

"Let's get in the car" Squirrel said.    I didn't know where we would go,
since his folks would be home pretty soon and his mom would be calling him
to supper.  These days just before graduation would probably be our last
times together in this way, doing things like this for fun, hanging out
and raising a little hell if we wanted to.  Getting graduated was my main
priority, but getting back at guys for past things was right up there next
to it.

There wasn't room for all three of us in the front, but since I got in
ahead of David, I got to pull him in and set him on my lap.

As David started the engine and we pulled out in traffic, I began slowly
rolling the right leg of David's shorts up.  The effect was to reveal more
of his dick, and he flinched each time my fingers went past it.  Soon I
had it rolled up as far as it could go.  David's bone was fully revealed,
from the tip down to where it vanished into his pubic hair and the folds
of the shorts beside his really nice balls.

"You better not shoot off, David, because that stuff will get all over me
and I'll make you lick every bit of it up no matter where it goes."

He gave me a laugh.  "If you would quit playing with my dick maybe it
wouldn't be so close to spitting all over you now."

"I'm not playing with it, Dork Man, I'm just giving it a little air in
hopes it will go down.  A virginal dick like you've got doesn't want to
overheat."

"Virginal shit!  It's seen plenty of action."

"Like what" I asked, "like a real exciting experience with your hand
every night?"

He looked a little chagrined.  "I don't do it as much as that" he alibied.

"I bet you do.  I bet you can't wait to get home from school every
afternoon and beat the hell out of it before anybody comes home."

He shook his head and began  shifting slightly on my lap.  Of course as
horny as I was already, his movement sent my dick into overdrive.  I knew
I was going to have to shoot off before long, no matter what way I did
it.  That's kind of always been a problem with me ever since I discovered
beating off.  I just get so horny and my balls feel so completely full and
my dick aches to be touched or to get some action, and then finally I have
to do something to relieve the pressure.

I kept thinking of Squirrel's butt, and wished we could go at it right
now.  The way he squirms when I thrust deep, and the way it feels with his
body bumping against mine, and how my dick just goes wild thrusting into
him, that's the stuff that dreams are made of.

I looked over at Squirrel, who had one hand on the wheel and the other
moving over our way.  "Where are we going?"  We had turned onto a dirt
road that was rough and stony.  I could hear rocks and gravel being tossed
from under our tires.

"Just a place I know.  Down by the river."  He grinned.

The land fell away now, we were going downhill and there was a breeze from
the river, even though the trees on either side kept us from seeing
anything.  Squirrel's hand came over and wrapped around David's dick, and
David leaped off the seat.

He grabbed at Squirrel's hand and twisted over his way to try and get his
dick free, and as he bounced back onto my bone it gave me a shock and I
reared forward.  Squirrel gave the wheel a sudden turn and in the confusion
we were first sliding , then skidding, and then we were headed downhill
fast with a big clump of trees ahead.  He slammed the brakes and the car
skidded and lost all traction, and we hit the trees.

It knocked us around, throwing David into Squirrel while it sent me out the
door onto the ground beside the trunk of a very tall tree.  I got scratched
up some and pretty dirty from grass and leaves, but I pulled myself up and
leaned back into the car to help them. My dick was so hard it was hurting
inside my pants, but I rearranged my clothes to give it some room or
relief, while I pulled on David's arm.

"Are you OK?"

David had a sort of amazed look on his face.  "I never shot off during a
car wreck before."

He had shot all over the dash, over himself, and even on the lower part of
the windshield.  It must have gone in all directions, but I noticed he was
getting soft now.

"But are you hurt?"

"I don't think so.  But Squirrel's not saying anything."

The car was leaning on its left side pretty sharply, so I had to pull
David up toward me before I could get to Squirrel.  Finally I got David
outside the car and crawled back in.

Squirrel was slumped down part way under the steering wheel.  His head
rested against the window, and he seemed to be unconscious.  I slipped one
arm under his back and shifted his weight, to see if he responded.  He
groaned quietly, but not as though he was in any real pain.

I pulled him toward me and squirmed over to the open door on my side,
taking him with me.  Stepping outside, I was able to get him out, laying
him on the grass beside the car.  I put my hands on his face and rubbed
lightly, trying to make sure he had good circulation.  His eyes opened.

"My car.  How's my car?"

David was beside the tree the car had hit.  "The front end is smashed, but
it looks like it could be repaired without too much trouble .  You might
need a new radiator and front bumper.  But for now that car isn't going to
get us out of here."

In the silence, I could hear the frogs croaking.  Squirrel shook his head
to clear it.  He looked up at me.  "Why were you rubbing on my face?  You
know I don't like no weird stuff."

"Eat me" I replied.  If he was able to joke, he couldn't be too badly hurt.
"How far from town are we?"

"We're a couple of miles from the main highway.  Once we get to it, we
could hitch a ride.  But we could go to the boat launch area and see if
anybody's there or if there's a phone, and could call Patrick or someone
to come get us."

That made sense.  Even though we were walking further away from the main
highway, we might get help quicker that way.  Besides, with David in his
little gym shorts, what kind of person might stop to give us a ride?

Well at least his bone had gone down.  But with night falling it was going
to start getting a little cool, even for a May evening.  I wondered if he
would be warm enough.  Of course, if he wasn't, I could think of ways to -

But my thoughts were interrupted when David said, "Isn't this kind of a
rough area?"

I was helping Squirrel up.  "Huh?"

Squirrel answered him.  "Yeah, it's where those guys from the county high
hang out.  That's the crowd that gave us so much trouble when we whipped
their butts 40 to nothing at homecoming last November.  We rubbed their
noses in the dirt in that game."

There had been a lot of bad feeling after that game.  Some of them claimed
we cheated, used unfair tactics, stuff like that.  One time a couple of
them waylaid one of our guys outside a movie on a Saturday night.  They
knew our faces well enough to spot who they wanted.

We were walking down the road now, and the land descended toward the
river.  By the time we rounded the next turn, we ought to see the boat
house and hopefully a phone.

"Is this where you launch your boat from?" I asked Squirrel.

"Sometimes, but mostly further up.  For the stuff we do on my boat, I
don't want a lot of people knowing where we are or who is with us."

"Why?" David asked, "what do you do?"

"I'll take you fishing with me sometime, David.  It'll make a man out of
you."

"Heck if that's true.  I don't need any help from you making a man out of
me."

I had to laugh.  At both of them, actually.  But Squirrel stopped and sat
down.  "Man I'm a little weak in the knees.  Maybe we ought to rest a
minute."

"I'll go on.  David you stay with him.  I'll find a phone and come back."

Heading down the descending gravel road, I looked back and saw David
sitting down and rubbing his arms.  It was getting cooler.  Squirrel looked
tired, but nothing more than that.

Night comes quick on the river.  One minute it's just the afterglow from
the sunset, and then suddenly it's pitch dark.  I could feel a breeze off
the water as I rounded the last bend.  The place looked deserted.  There
were a couple of lights on the edge of the boathouse, burning from dusk to
dawn as a safety measure.  I got to the wharf that ran beside the
building.  There didn't seem to be a public phone anywhere.

My footsteps echoed along the dock, and I could hear the waves lapping
against the pilings.  I was completely alone.  I turned to go back.

"Well, what have we here?  Isn't this one of the city high boys?" a voice
said sarcastically and menacingly.

>From out of the shadows on the far side alcove, three big, husky, hulking
guys appeared. They stood between me and the way to shore.  I had a bad
feeling about this, a really bad feeling.

The stocky blonde guy with huge arms and rippling muscles came and stood
right in front of me.  He was so close I could smell beer on his breath.

"Don't I know you?" he asked, putting his hand under my chin so he could
pull my face forward.

"Look, I don't know who you are.  But we've had an accident up the road - "

He interrupted, "'Accident?' Like somebody crapped in his pants, city boy?"

"I'm serious."

"Oh, you're serious?  Like when you guys got one of our guys stripped
behind the stadium and rubbed hot stuff on his nuts until they turned
black?"

"That wasn't me."  Actually I had heard at the time that it was happening
and went over to join in, but since I hadn't started it I didn't think he
ought to blame me.  I did get to take a small part in it, but it didn't
seem like that big a deal at the time.  Now somehow it did.

"I think it was."  Turning to one of the others, he asked, "Fred, does he
look like one of the city boys?"

Fred came over.  He was freckle faced with brown hair sticking out at all
angles like he had just been wrestling with somebody.  He squinted and drew
close and I could smell sweat, as well as crotch odors.  I could guess what
he'd been doing.

"Sure he's one. I'd know him anywhere."

He kept standing there, like he was trying to decide something, and then
slowly he reached down and began groping between my legs.  It was a
menacing hand, but it was an exploring hand as well.  It knew what it
wanted, and my dick went hard instantly.

"Yeah, he likes us!" Fred shouted gleefully.  I tried to pull back but the
first guy had stepped behind me and there was no place to move to.  "Hold
him, Warren!" Fred commanded. He must be the leader.

Warren's arms were around my waist and Fred's hand was groping my dick and
balls. There wasn't any need to fight, there was no way I could win.  I
decided maybe if I went along with then, I could get free or talk them out
of doing things. Looking down, I could see in the dim lamplight that Fred's
dick was hard and long where it pushed against the front of his jeans.

Behind me, Warren breathed his beer breath against the back of my head and
into my ear as he whispered, "You've got a good butt.  I want some of
that."  His hands slid down to my waist where he unbuttoned the top button
on my pants, and then slowly began unzipping the fly.

The third guy came over.  "Let's strip him and make him eat our dicks.
Let's make him lick our assholes.  And then let's turn his balls black too."

"Leon, you always get carried away" Warren complained.

I wondered where David and Squirrel were.  I hoped they would decide to
walk up to the road toward the highway and maybe try to hitch a ride.  I
hoped at least they wouldn't decide to walk down this way to find out what
had become of me.

By now Fred and Warren had succeeded in pulling my pants down to my ankles,
and Leon excitedly joined in to pull my boxers off when he saw how hard my
dick was.

"Lemme measure that thing. Lemme check that thing out."  Leon's voice was
deep and demanding, but there was a real desire in it as well.

"Why don't you check out Fred's dick as well?  It's sure trying to get out
of his pants" I said.  Instantly I knew that was a mistake.

Fred grabbed my balls and held them tight, while he breathed into my face
and said, "Are you some kind of a queer boy?  Is that what your problem is?"

"No" I managed to say, my voice turning into a squeak from the pain.  He
relaxed his hold on my balls.  But I could see it turned him on since he
was getting a damp spot on the front of his jeans.

Leon then suggested, "Let's put Superglue on his dick and wrap it up in
gauze so when it goes down it'll pull the skin off."

Leon seemed never at a loss for ideas.  I wondered if his plan would
actually do that - take the skin off, I mean.

By now they had pulled my pants and shorts off, and had taken my shoes.

"You can let him go.  He's not going anywhere"  Fred seemed assured.
"Give me your shirt" he commanded.  I pulled it off and handed it over.

"I'll need my stuff back later" I said.

"You'll get what you deserve.  No more and certainly no less" was his
response.  It turned out Leon had keys to the boathouse and he unlocked the
doors.  Before we went in, Fred reached in his pocket and pulled out
something.  It looked like a cock ring, but it was oddly shaped.  Reaching
down he slipped it on my dick and balls, with one part around the base of
my dick and another around my balls.  There was a thin cord like fishing
line attached to it, apparently going inside.

"You give us any trouble about anything, and I'll pull on this" he said.
He demonstrated with a slight pull.  I almost came up off the dock.  The
cord went inside the attachment, and when he pulled, it gave my balls and
my dick a squeeze.  When he relaxed, it relaxed, except it seemed to want
to really hug the base of my dick.

My dick was still hanging long, but not as hard as it had been, as we went
into the boathouse.  Warren  kept patting me on the butt as we went in.

Inside we could see the light from the outside shining through the slats in
the walls.  The area had flooring and open areas for the boats to dock.  I
could see Fred's dick still hard.

"Lie down," he said.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest dick
I had ever seen in my life.  He straddled me across the chest, his dick
almost lying across my face.  I could smell the hot, horny, earthy scent
coming out of his crotch and pubes.  As he looked down at me, his eyes
gleamed with a sense of power, but there was a hungry sexuality in them as
well.

"Suck it, suck it good."  He gave a slight pull on the line and I winced.
As I opened my mouth and took the monster inside, I began tonguing it and
rolling it.  It responded well, or it would have if Fred hadn't tried to
thrust it all the way down my throat at once.  When I gagged he pulled back
and let me get to work on it my way.

"He loves it!" Leon cried, pointing at me.  He leaned down and began
working on my dick.  He was giving it a rough time, not using any spit or
precum, just yanking up and down on it.  With that ring holding it, I felt
like he was going to pull it out by the roots.

Warren came at my balls while the other two were getting their kicks,
rubbing something on them.  Oddly enough, they didn't burn.  Whatever it
was, it wasn't what we had put on their buddy behind the stadium.  It took
a few moments to figure out what it did do.  Then it hit me:  it started
making them itch.  It turned into agony.  I couldn't scratch them, they
itched like crazy, and all the while Leon was yanking my dick out of joint
and I was having to suck that humongeous bone of Fred's.

The feelings built like a rocket getting ready to explode.  I started
twisting and wriggling my ass to try to give my balls some relief.  If I
couldn't reach down and scratch them, I could at least rub them against the
floor.  It didn't help much, but any little bit was better than nothing.
I got the feeling he had rubbed that itching stuff in deep.

Leon laughed. "Look!  Now he wants it up the ass!  Poke it up his ass!
Give it to him all the way!"

Fred's dick was really thrusting.  I could feel the power of its throb,
feel the muscles tensing.  There was no way Fred could stick it up my butt
at this point, he was too carried away.  I guess my wiggling as much as my
thrusting tongue had done its job.

"Can't stop now, can't stop!" Fred gasp, and fired huge explosions of cum
into my mouth.  I gagged,  I tried to turn my head, but I couldn't escape.
To keep from drowning in the stuff, I swallowed for all I was worth.  Fred
pulled it out of my mouth, then squeezed down the length of it to get the
last few drops in there too.

With Leon still working my dick, I couldn't hold out much longer.  At last
I shot.  And as I started, Leon immediately took his hand away.  I shot off
into space, with nothing to help me, nothing to make it feel good.  Leon
laughed like a maniac.

"Look at the city boy, squirming his butt and shaking his helpless dick!
He's so lame!"

Warren must have gotten an idea from that.  "I'll put some of this itching
cream on his dick as well."

He started in, and almost immediately my dick itched like crazy.

"You want to scratch that thing?" Warren asked.

I nodded helplessly.

"Turn him over."  They flipped me onto my stomach, with my dick beneath me,
and I found I could wiggle and get some relief from the itching that was
driving me wild.

But the moment I started, Fred pulled the string and my dick got squeezed
and my balls twinged.  "You don't do nothing until I say you can" Fred said.

I stayed still, my dick itching and bobbing.

Warren pulled his dick out and crawled between my legs.  "Put something
under him so I can get that butt" he said.  He started spreading my butt
cheeks apart.  He didn't do it nicely, either.

Leon grabbed an empty metal case, the kind they load milk cartons in, and
brought it over.  They spread me over it, my butt high, but fortunately my
dick was in a better position to wiggle and get relief.

When Warren inserted that shaft of his into my ass, I thought a truck was
trying to come up my butt.  He would give a thrust, stop a moment, and then
push further.

"Damn, that's the tightest asshole I've ever seen!"

Leon burst out laughing.  "Are you an expert on fucking people up the ass?"

Warren cursed him, then thrust some more.  It hurt and I was worried he was
going to tear something if he didn't slow down.  But with each thrust I was
able to squirm some more, giving my dick some relief.  If I couldn't
scratch it for relief, at least I could rub it on the surface of the milk
case.  And it felt good.  So good, in fact, that it started getting hard.
I couldn't believe that with all I had been through, that I could actually
shoot off humping a metal case.

"Look at him go" Leon shouted joyfully.  He was really getting off on this.

Warren's breath was getting faster, he was working up a sweat, and his
thrusts were so rapid I thought I might get friction burn up the butt from
it.  He suddenly sprawled on top of me and I could feel his dick pulsing
and shooting, warm cum rushing out from it into me, the dick itself
throbbing within me, and his chest against my back, his breath against my
neck, his ribs expanding with each gasp.  It was like I was completely
enveloped by him.

I had never had an experience like this before.  It was really turning me
on.  I concentrated on trying to shoot off.  He must have realized what I
was up to, because his hands grabbed my hips and he forced me into an even
faster wiggle.

"You like that?  You going to shoot off now?"

I was just about to.  But at that moment the door to the boathouse opened,
a powerful flashlight beam came our way, and a voice said, "What the hell
is this?"

Warren pulled off me so quickly his dick still dribbled cum when it came
out of my ass.  The other two jumped up as if they had been shot.  But I
was ready to shoot off.  So I picked up speed in my humping.  Now I'm
really not one to want to shoot off in front of strangers, but as horny as
I was and as much as my dick itched, I wasn't going to stop now.  I didn't
care how much they laughed.  I was full throttle and thrusting on the metal
case, using my stomach to squeeze down on my dick, easing the itching and
trembling on the brink of a full load of cum.  I began shooting.

"Good grief, Ken!" a voice shouted as waves of cum started out of me.

It was Squirrel.  For  a second I continued my thrust.  As my spurts
subsided, I looked over that way.  There stood Squirrel, David, Patrick,
and Pete.  I was rescued.

                       (End of Part 5)
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