Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 18:19:08 -0500
From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject: Letter Club, Part 3

          Letter Club 
          by jocktime@hotmail.com

          (Part 3)

   I suppose that going to the letter club initiation seemed to me
a little bit like going to my doom.  I had heard so many stories
about what they did to guys, I was wondering if I could take it.

   Because my town is so small that the city limits are never more
than five blocks away in one direction or another, I walked to where
they told us to meet.  When I got there, they told us to get in the
back of a truck so they could take us to where the initiation was
to take place.  That was when I started getting really worried.  I
never liked the idea of being anywhere that I couldn't walk home from.

   They started the engine after we had gotten in the back of the 
pickup, and soon were going so fast it made the wind whip by, and that
made it hard to talk.  I had managed to sit near Gary, and when the
others were looking out to see where we were headed, I asked him, "Did
you take that pill?"

   "Yeah."  He looked down at his hands.  I wondered if he was having
any guilt about this afternoon, but he looked up and grinned sheepishly
and said, "I beat off after I got home.  I figured I would do it to
sort of insure nothing would happen tonight." 

   I thought about the "pill" I had given him that was nothing but a
vitamin, and I began to feel uneasy.  I also wasn't going to admit that
after that good sex we had, that I beat off too after he left.

   He looked at me quizzically.  "But do you know what?"

   "No, what?"

   "I kept thinking about the stuff we did this afternoon the whole 
time I was beating off."

   "And?"

   "I wondered if that was a bad sign."

   I somehow didn't think that being on the way to get initiated into
the letter club was exactly the best time to be debating sexual
development.  "Don't worry about it.  There's nothing wrong with 
anything you think of while you're beating off."

   I didn't know how true that might be, but my mind was elsewhere.
The truck pulled off on a dirt road, where the tree limbs hung down so
low we had to duck our heads as we passed under them.  Autumn leaves
were falling, and it had been so dry that the truck was leaving a
trail of dust behind us.  We bounced around as we went over some bumps
and hit washed-out places in the road.  Finally we got to where we
were going.

   A bunch of the team were waiting for us.  They were noisy and
were laughing and grinning.  It was plain they wanted to have a good
time with us.  We piled out of the truck and walked over to where a
fire was burning in a big metal drum.  It looked like one of the drums
we used for fires at pep rallies.  They had brought a long wooden
table from the gym, and Danny climbed up on it.

   "Gimme your attention.  We're gonna get started in a minute, but
first let me show you a real sight."  He paused, looked around the
crowd, and then shouted, "Gary, get up here!"

   Gary took things good naturedly, even tonight.  He shuffled over
and got up on the table.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but
I felt uneasy.  I realized that lately I had been spending most of my
days feeling uneasy.  Last year I had always told myself that when
you're young and horny and jacking off, nothing can ever bother you.
Now that I was a year older, I wasn't so sure any more.

   Danny pulled Gary's pants and shorts down, and showed the crowd the
tape over his butt.  People started hooting.  Gary was bent over, 
facing away form the crowd, so I couldn't see what condition his dick
was in.

   "Now watch!"  With a jerk, Danny pulled both strips of tape off at
once.  It was obvious that it hurt Gary.  His butt was red from where
the tape had been.  He straightened up, and I could see his dick was
sort of medium long, but hadn't started getting really up a bone yet.

   "Gimme those clothes!" Danny commanded.  As Gary stripped, some of
the team began leading off various ones of us.  So far no one had
bothered me.  I didn't know whether to get out of my clothes, or wait
to see what would happen.  It was a real weird feeling, to be scared
and excited at the same time.

   It was sort of hypnotic to stand there in the darkness, looking
toward the table where Gary stood buck naked, completely visible in
the light from the flaming oil drum.  One thing I had to hand to Gary,
he didn't let anybody intimidate him.  He stood tall, there on the
table, and he didn't act embarrassed.  I was glad to see that his dick
didn't seem to look any longer than usual.

   Danny called to me to come over.  He and two other guys were there,
standing beside the table while Gary towered above them.  I wondered
what they were going to do to me.

   "We're going to have a little contest," Gary said.  "The one who
wins, gets a prize."  His eyes had an almost evil grin in them.

   I hate contests.  I have always hated contests.  I never win at
those things, and I had the feeling that Danny had set the thing up so
that it would be a no-win situation.  It seemed to me that that was
what initiations were all about.

   "Get out of those clothes," Danny commanded.  His friend Mark began
to snatch up each item I took off, until I was as naked as Gary.  "Up
on the table!"

   I did what Danny said.  Danny turned to Mark and the other guy, and
said, "We're gonna do a little back-to-back, and which ever one of
them shoots off first gets to stay with us.  The guy who loses gets to
take a rowboat trip down the creek."

   I still didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but Snowden
Creek ran through here, down to the south part of the county, where
it joined with some other streams to flow into the bay and out into
the Gulf.  I wondered where the trip would go to, and what would
happen to the guy who took it.

   Gary and I were both standing on the table.  By the firelight, I
could see that several other guys had begun to come over too.  It was
a weird feeling, like we were on display or something.  I never was
one to want to stand around naked much, even though I sure could get
off on seeing other guys in the raw.  Gary must have been having one
of his hormone things, though, because I could feel the heat generating
off him like he was an old fashioned kitchen stove in the winter.

   "OK, you two, stand back to back."

   It took a second to figure out what he meant.  We stood in
profile, and some of the guys went around to the other side of the
table.  Danny came close and said, "Tie their legs!"

   It seemed like all of them were looking at us, and all of them were
grinning.  My back was against Gary's back.  My butt was against his.
We must have made an odd pair, since he was a little taller than me,
but even so my butt was backed up against his.  I could feel the warmth
generating from his body.  Then, even though this was a tense
situation, I got to thinking about his butt today: about the tape on
it, and about how I had had him in the butt at my house.

   That last thought was a mistake.  My dick started reacting to my
sexual thoughts, and I was afraid it would start getting hard.  I was
glad I had beat off after Gary left, but even so I wasn't sure I could
count on it to stay soft if I let my thoughts wander too much.

   Two guys were tying our legs together, but so far only my left leg
was being tied to Gary's.  They were using some sort of waxed cord
that was slender but seemed strong.  My dick sort of waved a little
as they went up my leg, winding the cord back and forth from his leg to
mine.

   "Yeah, that dick's flapping pretty good, Taylor," one of the guys
said.  Danny heard it and came over.  Reaching up, he grabbed it and
gave a tug.  It hurt, but not bad, but I leaned over, and then
realized that I couldn't bend very well, because I was backed up to
Gary.  It almost made him lose his balance.

   Danny kept his hold on my dick, and I couldn't back away.  He looked
at me with a gleam in his eye.  "I've got something you and your buddy
Gary will enjoy."

   With a last pull on my dick, he let go and reached down to where he
had his gym bag on the ground beside him.  He took out a U-shaped
rubberized object, and held it up in glee.  The others around him and
on the other side of the table began to shout, cat-call, and sort of
cheer.  I didn't like the looks of the thing, but the others sure did.

   Gary and I, back to back, looked at it and Gary said quietly to me,
"Oh no.  I was afraid of that."

   "What is it?"

   "Oh man, I heard they used that, but I didn't believe it."

   I could feel him move, his hot butt rubbing against mine, and I
figured I better get ready for the worst.  One of our legs had been
tied, and the hands that had been winding the cord up my leg stopped.
I wondered if Gary's dick was getting hard.  I figured it wasn't, at
least not yet, because nobody had commented on it, and a lot of the
guys seemed to have been watching that pecker of his like a hawk.

   Danny came closer to me, while the noise and laughing continued.
"Taylor, we've got a real treat for you.  Not only are you gonna get
this little gadget up your butt, but you'll have the chance to share
it with Gary."

   There was all sorts of noise of agreement; I almost expected them
to start clapping they were so worked up.  In fact, they even let some
of the other guys who were being initiated come over to watch.  All I
could see were grinning faces and guys pointing at us and laughing.

   "You two, separate, and face forward."  With only one of our legs 
tied together, it looked like we were getting ready for a three-legged
race.  Gary's leg and mine rubbed against each other as we edged around
facing Danny.  I glanced down at Gary's dick and saw it was half hard.
I was sorry now I had told him that lie about the vitamin pill being
something that would keep it soft.

   Danny reached up and yanked on Gary's dick.  Guys applauded and
whistled.  Gary's dick got longer and swung a little.  Some of the
seniors shouted names like "Hosehead!" and "Dongwaver!" at Gary, and
laughed and hooted.  In one sense I felt sorry for Gary, even though
I believed he had always enjoyed showing off his dick.  But in another
way, I could understand the crowd's reaction, because the sight of
Gary's fabulous dick was getting me hot too.

   Danny climbed on the table and got behind us.  He must have held
that U-shaped rubber thing in the air, because I heard him shout, "And
what do we call this?"  The crowd shouted back, "The butt buster!"

   I began to get an idea of what this was going to be.  Gary just
muttered "Oh shit" and looked down.  I glanced over and saw his dick
was trying to get on the rise, so I wasn't sure if his comment was 
about the gadget Danny had, or the condition of his dick.

   Danny shouted out for us to bend over.  People went wild at that
point.  I could feel something going up my butt, and the way Gary
jumped I could tell he did too.  I went up on tip toe as Danny oiled
the thing further in me.  When it was almost all the way in, it hit
something inside me that set my dick to leaping, and my pecker went 
hard as a rock in a second.  Gary seemed to have the same reaction.  I
noticed he had spread his legs further apart, so he must have either 
had more of it shoved in him, or maybe one half of the thing was 
thicker than the other.

   Danny told us to straighten up.  When we did, they all saw our dicks
were totally stiff, and there was even more noise and comments from
them.  Another guy got up on the table to help Danny, and together they
backed us up against each other.  The thing in our butts was pushed up
even further by our movement, and it kept massaging my love nut in a
way I had never experienced.  I didn't know what to do. Every movement
made it slide up or down in me; it must have been greased up to a
high gloss to slide that well.  Gary was slightly groaning, and as they
started tying the other pair of our legs together I felt him try to
spread his legs further.  Of course, when he did that, my legs had to
move out when his did, and this slid that thing up my butt again.

   Several other guys got up on the table, and pretty soon we were
surrounded by guys who were tying our hands behind our heads and then
tying our chest area so that we were bound up pretty good, but not
so tight that it hurt.  In fact the only bad part at that point was
that in all the confusion, guys would grab my dick when no one could
see them.  That has always pissed me off big time: guys who would never
have the nerve to grab your dick or play with it when other people were
around and could see that they liked dick, would do it when nobody
could catch them at it.  I would have called out the guy's name and
told the others he was playing with my dick, but there were so many
guys and so many hands I couldn't tell who belonged to what.

   All that movement was working the thing in my butt.  I had caught
on right away how it worked, that if it went further up in me, the
other end in Gary would be pulled back.  Sort of a push me, pull you,
kind of gadget.  Danny gets that kind of stuff from Miami.  He drives
all the way down there twice a year, just to buy really wild stuff.

   So now they had us tied, back to back, the butt buster uniting me 
and Gary, while they laughed and pointed out our hard dicks.  They must
have been playing with Gary's, just horsing around and having some fun,
but it caused him to keep backing into me, every time he moved.  It was
going up my butthole and back down like crazy.  I was surprised the 
butt buster hadn't made him shoot off already, since I knew I was 
headed in that direction.  It gave me a wild feeling, knowing me and 
Gary were sharing the same butt buster, and that he was probably as hot
as me by now.

   Danny came around to my side and gave me a big grin.  I could tell
he was really carried away with this initiation.  Looking out, I
could see that a couple of the younger guys had very hard dick poles 
tenting up the front of their pants.  Then I saw Danny had some twine 
in his hands.

   "We got your butt-hole buddy Gary fixed up nice.  Now all I have to
do is fix you up too."  With that, he wound the twine, which felt like
it had some elastic in it, around my dick several times, spiraling it
up from the base until he was at the head.  He then took out a small
round cap of what looked like rubber, and carefully put it on the head
of my dick.  It struck me that he seemed awfully expert at handling a
guy's dick.  If I hadn't been in the middle of an initiation, I would
have asked him, "Do you handle a lot of dicks, Danny? Is it something
you want to do for a living?"  Naturally I didn't.

   It fit so neatly over the head, it might almost have been make for
it.  He then looped the cord, and swung it over my shoulder to someone
who was standing in front of Gary.

   "We got it on my side," he called.  Guys shouted and hollered.  But
the guy on Gary's side said, "I've got the cord on, but the cap won't
fit on his dick."  That called for more laughter.

   "Well, I can fix that in no time at all," Danny said.  Then, as he
started to go, he turned back to me and tapped my dick under the head.
"You know how this works, don't you?  The head on your dick is tied
to the head on his dick.  So if you move, it pulls his dick, and if he
moves, it pulls yours.  Pretty much like the butt buster you two guys
are sharing."  He grinned. "I wish I had a picture of you two guys
right now.  You're both so horny, what with the butt thing and the
ropes and this twine, your dicks look like missiles trying to launch.
Remember, the first one who shoots, gets out free."

   I thought that was all.  But then he added, "By the way. Your dick
head ought to start itching in about one more minute.  Don't pull
Gary's dick off trying to scratch yours."

   As he left, the cord on my dick pulled hard, raising it up, and
from behind me I could feel Gary tensing and moving. Naturally the butt
buster was going up and down in me and him with all his moving around.
Even though I was worried about me and my situation, I sure wished I 
could watch what they were doing to Gary.

   I could hear what they were saying, even with the noise from the
guys who were watching.  One guy asked, "How do you like having your
nuts tied off that way, Gary?  Those things are so damn big we could
cut them off, paint them, and sell them for a pair of oranges."  Then
there was more movement, the butt buster was at work again and my dick
was getting pulled as Gary twisted to get away from their reach.  
Another guy said, in a mock-pleading voice, "I just wanted to see if
I could push it in your piss slit, Gary.  Don't be such a weirdo."

   I wondered what they were trying to push in, but I didn't have much
time to think about it, because Danny had been right and my dick
began to itch like crazy.  All the itching was up at the head, where
Danny had put the rubber cap on.  After a minute, I almost couldn't
stand it.  I was dancing on one foot and the other, trying to move
so the cord that had been wound around my dick would rub against the
head, and relieve the itch.

   The problem was that as I tried to move my dick, I was pulling on
his, and the butt buster was also having a field day.  In addition to
that, and actually worse, was that my precum was soaking the little
cap, and it made the itching salve that was in it turn my dick head
to red spots like ant bites.

   Behind me, I could hear, "Go, Gary, go!"  "Look at that guy sweat!"
"See that head turning red?"  "See it? Man, you can't miss it.  It's
making it swell up to twice the size."  "That damn dick is turning to a
monster."  "It always was a monster, it's just a bigger one now."  "I
guess you could say Gary really has a swelled head tonight."

   For me, the head had gotten bigger when the spots appeared.  The
itching was worse, the buster was driving me up the wall, the cord
around my dick was about to bring me off, and I knew that when I shot
I would jerk around so much it would probably drive Gary crazy.  But
that didn't stop me, nothing could, and as the guys shouted and egged
me on, I went up on my toes, twisted down as far as I could, and as the
cord tugged at my dick head, I shot off like the world was ending.  I
was so shaken by the spasm that some of the younger ones who were
watching didn't understand what was happening.

   The cap stayed on my dick, but one of the guys came around and
pulled it off, giving me a disgusted look as he got cum all over his
fingers.  "Don't you drip any more of that stuff on me," he said as
my erection was slow to go down and was still spilling a few drops.

   He undid the cords, unbound me from Gary, and then with a jerk he
pulled me forward so that the butt buster came out like a blast.  I
turned and saw the thing, with my half out now and pointing slowly 
upward, and the other half still up Gary.

   There was a lot of noise and confusion, and Danny came over.
"Congrats" he said, "you came first.  There's not much more we can do
to you since you won the contest.  You want to come and watch Gary?"

   I sure did.  As tired and hot and frustrated as I was, I still
wanted to watch the fun.  I guess everybody does, unless it's
happening to them.  I got down from the table and walked to the front
where I could see what they were doing to Gary.

                (End of Part 3)

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