Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 21:31:46 EDT
From: Bart384@aol.com
Subject: Getting Graduated (part 3)

                            Getting Graduated (Part 3)
                                By Bart Hanks
                                (bart384@aol.com)

When I woke up the next morning, I could feel the overpowering urge right
away that told me I was up a bone.  I looked down the length of my body,
and my dick was standing straight up under the sheet.


Damn!  This was getting to be an every day thing.  The problem about it
was that when I go off to college in the fall and stay in the athletic
dorm, people might get the wrong idea about me.  I bet most of the jocks
in college gave up beating off long ago.  Guys have to stay in training
to be good athletes.  They couldn't go around spilling themselves out in
their cum cream.  The older guys on the team in the past always told us
that.  They all said they quit.  But I wondered if I would be able to quit
too?

I put the nagging doubt out of my mind.  This was the countdown to
graduation, and today we had to go over to the auditorium for a practice.
I needed to get ready.  But I stretched, yawned, and reached down and
touched my dick on the head.  My fingers stayed there, even though I knew
I needed to get up.  I decided that if a guy has a dick and a hard on,
he's got the best of everything in this life.

I forced myself to get up and go to the bathroom.  My dick led the way,
bouncing triumphantly in front of me.

Later, after breakfast, I headed over to the school.  I wanted to catch
up with Patrick and see how the rest of his night had gone.  I also
wanted to plan something to get Pete to leave Patrick alone.

It was a bright spring morning and the heat of the day seemed a long way
off.  Outside the auditorium the seniors stood around talking.  A few of
the underclassmen, out for the summer if they had no exams, hung around
too.  I spotted Squirrel talking to one of the younger ones.  Heading
over, and not having spotted Patrick, I saw the guy was David Dartman.
I grinned.

Since his last name was Dartman, and since he had big ears, a freckled
face with blond hair and blue eyes and a nose that you couldn't miss, we
called him Dork Man.  David was always into trouble, just like Squirrel,
but David worked out, was very strong with broad shoulders for a guy his
age, and he really worshipped jocks.  He was about 5' 8" but built strong
with narrow hips that you don't usually find on a guy with broad shoulders
like that.  I knew he'd get taller by the time he was a senior.  He acted
like he couldn't wait to be one of the guys to take over our places on the
team.  Naturally we gave him a hard time about that.

He and Squirrel seemed to be having a serious conversation, or at least
Dork Man seemed to be trying to argue with him.

"Look, Squirrel, that ain't fair."

"You agreed to the rules before we started.  You said it was OK with you."

David shook his head and then nodded it, and then decided he didn't know
what his answer should be.  "You didn't say it would be like that."

They both glanced at me as I came up, but they continued the conversation
as if I wasn't there.  They dropped their voices and were standing apart
from most of the crowd, but they didn't exclude me.  They just acted as if
I was a sort of official observer.

"Well David let's ask Ken.  You'd agree Ken is fair, wouldn't you?"

David looked at me, thought about it a second, and nodded.  "Sure.  See
what he says."

I was interested.  "What is it?"

One thing about old David, he has absolutely no shyness at all.
"Squirrel's got a couple of porno tapes he bought off the Internet, and he
said he would let me see one."

"And?"

Squirrel's eyes were happy and mischievous, the way they always are when
he thinks he's pulled off a really big deal.  "Tell him, Dork Man."

"Well he said I could watch if I could keep my dick up a bone all the way
through but never touch it or work it."

"And?" I asked.

"Well...well...I mean I didn't know he wanted me to strip naked and sit in
a chair and watch the video while he sat there with all his clothes on and
stared at me."

Squirrel cackled happily.  "You never asked.  You were so horny to see
that tape, you never checked on the rules.  And you did agree that if that
dick went soft, that was the end of watching the video."

"Damn, Squirrel, I was horny but after a while all I needed was to give it
a few strokes.  You could at least let me do that."

I figured Squirrel was within his rights, although if he wanted to do that
kind of thing, he should have told David beforehand.  David is a good guy,
but he's kind of gullible.  I wondered if he had ever been fishing with
Squirrel.  I wanted to ask, but first I had a better idea.

"You still want to watch the tape?  Do you want to try again with me there
too?"

David looked unsure.  "Why can't I just borrow the tape and take it home
and watch it by myself?"

"Well for one thing, because it's not your tape," Squirrel said.  "For
another, if your folks ever found the tape or walked in on you while you
were watching it and beating off, you know what kind of trouble you'd be
in."

"Oh damn," he said almost pleading now, "can't I see the tape?  Please?"

I decided to be the mediator in the situation.  "Suppose we do this: let
Squirrel set up another challenge for you, and if you pass you can watch
the video but only at Squirrel's.  Also some of the old rules apply.  You
have to sit stripped, and you have to keep your dick up without shooting
off, but you can stroke it if it starts to go down on you.  And while you
watch the video, both Squirrel and me will be watching you.  Is that OK
with you, Squirrel?"

I knew he'd agree, and he did.  David thought about it and then
unconsciously he reached his hand down and sort of adjusted his crotch.
He was wearing those thin nylon gym shorts with the school colors on them.
I knew they had a piece in the center, but not enough to keep your dick
and balls inside.  I wondered what he was wearing under the shorts.  And
looking at that nose of his, I wondered if it was true that the longer a
guy's nose the bigger his dick is.

I could tell that David really wanted to see that video, and that he would
be willing to go through almost anything to do it.  Finally he nodded.
"But what's the contest or challenge or whatever that I have to pass or be
able to do?"

I could hear some of the teachers calling us in to graduation rehearsal.
"Meet us in the hallway underneath the auditorium right after rehearsal,
and we'll tell you."

He nodded, and we turned to go in.  I glanced back once and saw he was
still playing with his crotch. When he was out of earshot I asked
Squirrel, "You got any ideas for the challenge?"

People were crowding in, going through the open double doors into the
auditorium.  Squirrel dropped his voice real low.  "He's a dick-happy kid.
Anything to do with his dick will drive him crazy. And in the long run
he'll love it."

We didn't get to really talk further until after practice.  I saw Patrick
and signaled him to wait, and I said to Squirrel, "What did you mean
exactly about Dork Man being dick-happy?"

"For one thing, he wears a jockstrap whether he needs to or not.  He likes
the feeling of the pouch holding his goods, he likes to reach down and
adjust himself, he likes the feel of a strap against his dick."

"Then I've got it.  I know what the challenge is.  You go meet him and
I'll join you two in just a minute.  I want to catch up with Patrick."

He went ahead and I went to where Patrick waited.  He looked a little
horny.

"What's up, Patrick?  Feeling better today?"

He shook his head.  We were standing near a tree, and he leaned toward it,
pushing his arms out until they rested against the trunk.

"I need to take those things off, man.  Whatever happens, I can't keep
them on my dick any longer.  My balls are practically making electric cum
I'm so charged up and horny."

I could see the bulge in his pants.  Since he couldn't touch Fay and
couldn't beat off and had to keep his hairs shaved, it was no wonder he
was going crazy.

"Listen Patrick, I'm going to get a couple of guys and we're going over to
see Pete and try to work something out.  Is that OK with you?"

"I appreciate it.  Want me to come along?"

"Let me decide after I get the other guys and see what size our group is.
Can I come by your house later today?"

"Sure, I'll be home.  I just want to avoid Pete.  I haven't shaved my
hairs in a couple of days and it's beginning to itch down there.  I don't
want Pete to catch me."

"Stay indoors.  I'll be over later."

He agreed and went on his way.  I returned to the corridor below the stage
where Squirrel and David should be.  They were in a small room off the
hallway.  Nobody was anywhere around.  Squirrel looked eager.  David looked
happy and horny and trusting and really cute.

"OK, this is it, guys.  David, your challenge is it strip and stand with
your hands behind your head, and either Squirrel or I will hold out a hand,
palm up, and lay your dick across it.  The hand will not move.  We will
talk to you and if you can keep from getting a tremendous bone, you win.
If your dick starts going up on its own, you lose.  You can get 4 chances.
But...and this is important, but if you fail all 4 times, if you throw a
boner four times, then we will find lots of sexual ways to get you so hot
you will fill that strap pouch with cum and we will make you suck your own
cum in front of other guys from your class."

David looked horny and wide eyed and amazed.  Part of him was scared and
part was really excited about this.  I decided right then that David's the
kind of guy who gets off sexually by having something to scare him.

"What do you say, David?"  I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up
at me with almost hero worship in his eyes.

"Yes.  I agree to the terms."  His voice was husky.  I wondered if he was
getting a boner already.

"When do you want this to start?"  I looked at both of them.

Squirrel was always eager where dicks were concerned.  At almost the same
moment each said "Now."

David pulled off his shirt and gym shorts, and straightened up.  I could
see the bulge in his jock strap.  He was almost like a wrestler doing
poses.  As he turned around I could see he had a great butt.  Not as
perfect as Squirrel's, but a butt I could easily grow to love.  His back
muscles rippled and his legs were massive.  Actually, he might be useful
in helping confront Pete.

Then as he finished his posing, he faced us and pulled the strap off.  Out
of the pouch popped his dick, halfway hard already.

"Well" said Squirrel quickly, "I can see who's going to lose this real
quick."

He reached over and grabbed it, and in a flash it went rock hard and
pointed up furiously, slapping against David's stomach.  It actually
bounced there, hugging close.

"That's one" Squirrel said, meaning David had lost the first turn.

"No fair.  Besides you're not supposed to work it."

"He's right, Squirrel.  David, let's see if you can exercise it down.  Can
you do a few pushups?"

While I think my suggestion was good, I really wanted to see what he would
look like doing push ups buck naked with his dick rubbing the floor as he
came down each time.

"Sure.  I can do that. And Squirrel keep your hands away."

Good old Dork Man. He was willing to try anything.  He really wanted to
see that video and it seemed like nothing could stop him.  He dropped down
to the floor and started doing pushups.

He was sincere about it and was working at it.  That was a fine young body
pushing and straining before our eyes.  Squirrel crouched down to see if
he really went all the way down each time, and then said to him "I'm going
to count.  If you do them too fast they won't do any good."

"Hey..." David started to say.

"You want to see that video, don't you?"  Squirrel snapped back.

David nodded, and Squirrel started counting.  David would go up on the
number and stay there until Squirrel said the next number, when he would
go down and come back up.  I noticed Squirrel was taking his time between
the numbers.  David was going to get tired before too long.  But
fortunately the cold floor was having the desired effect, and his dick was
back down.

"OK" I said, "let's get back to where we were.  It's my turn this time."

Squirrel didn't object, but he did want to crowd in real close when I
stood in front of David and rested his dick on the palm of my hand.  The
edge of my hand was pressed against his balls.  He took a deep breath.
I looked down at his dick.  Circumcised and soft, it had a remarkable
head with the outline and ridges very clear.  The length was smooth, and
it obviously hadn't ever been poked into anybody else.  Uncallused and
unworn, it would be very sensitive to the touch. Squirrel started
talking, trying to get David excited.

I let him talk on for a while, but Squirrel's problem is that although he's
an expert at being sexy, he doesn't have the vaguest idea how to talk sexy.
Finally I told him to let me try.  I looked down at that dick and in a low
voice I started telling David how powerful it was.  His breath started
getting rapid and I could feel him muscles tense.  I couldn't help but
think that if I made the slightest movement with my hand, that thing would
start up right away.  But I didn't do that, I just kept talking slowly,
eagerly, urgently.  I told him about ways to beat off that would drive him
crazy.  His dick began to twitch.  I told him things to do before beating
off to get ready.  He obviously hadn't thought of any of those things
before, and he was almost panting now and trying not to lose control.  When
I leaned close and said I was going to tell him the sexiest story he had
ever heard, he couldn't hold out any longer and that thing moved, started
up and stood straight.  It was now off my hand and pointing upward.

"OK, that's one time!" Squirrel triumphed.

Then from somewhere far down the corridor and up the stairs, a voice called
"Anybody down there?  We're going to lock up now."

We called out we were here, and David started pulling on his clothes.  With
his dick that hard, he couldn't get the jockstrap on.  But without it his
dick was pointing out of the leg of his shorts.

I grabbed his strap and put it in my pocket, while Squirrel grabbed him by
the dick and said "Let's go!"

I ran ahead, while David hopped along trying to keep up with Squirrel's
pace and struggling to get Squirrel's hand off his dick.  As we got to the
top of the stairs, none of the watchmen were around, so since Squirrel had
finally released his dick David stood close so anyone looking wouldn't see
that thing coming up and out of his shorts' leg.

Squirrel had his car and gave us both a ride home, but he still had his
fun.

"David if you want a ride in this car, you're going to have to sit next to
me with your shorts off, and anytime I tell you to stand, you're going to
have to crouch up on the seat and make sure your dick is visible out the
window."

David looked dumbfounded.  "No way!"

"You want to walk home by yourself looking that way?  And more to the
point, do you want to get to see that video?"

"If I do this, we can quit the challenge?"

"Sure" Squirrel said.  We got in; I got in the back.  It was an old
subcompact car, and there wasn't a lot of room.  I leaned forward to see
any action in the front seat.  David pulled his shorts down to his ankles
before sitting down.  His dick stood up tall.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, Squirrel reached his right hand over
and took hold of David's dick.  David flinched.

"Relax, man."  Squirrel's eyes shown as he glanced over.  After giving it a
couple of strokes, he removed the hand to use both hands on the wheel.  Up
ahead on the right a group of white haired ladies were standing on the lawn
of someone's home, happily chatting.

"Get ready" Squirrel said.  Then when we were only a short distance away,
he said "Now!" and honked the horn rapidly.  David rose on his knees from
the seat, thrusting his body toward the window and trying to keep his head
high enough against the roof to not be visible.  The ladies turned and
looked.  David's bone was in perfect shape.  I realized again how fear or
the threat of something made him get hard as hell.  The ladies gave
horrified glances, some turned away, and one or two smiled and got an
eyeful.

Then we were gone and David crouched back down on the seat.  "Damn" he
said.

"You're doing great, David" Squirrel told him cheerfully.  "Just keep
thinking about that porn video and you won't have any trouble."

"Some of them might know my folks or go to my church or something."

"Focus, David.  Keep in mind what you're doing this for."

We were getting near a fast food place where guys and girls from the
school hung out.  I could see a couple of seniors there, and some younger
ones too.  Squirrel started to reach for David's dick again, but I beat
him to the punch.  Reaching over from the back seat, I slid my hand down
David's chest and wrapped my whole hand around his dick.  "Relax,
Squirrel.  You drive and I'll take care of David's needs."

David responded better to my hand than to Squirrel's, maybe because he had
liked my sexy talk this morning.  I gave him a couple of good strokes,
which made him tremble and then shiver with a gasp of pleasure.  When we
were half a block away I took my fingers and grasp the head at the tip.
Instead of going up and down, I twirled my fingers around it, which made
him twist violently left and right.  I picked up speed as Squirrel said,
"Ready...Now!"  I grabbed my hand away and David went up into position
while the horn sounded rapidly.

"Hey!" some of the guys shouted triumphantly.  Girls pretended to be
embarrassed, but some looked and waved.  Then while they were still
looking, Squirrel reached over, grabbed David's dick, and pulled it
downward, forcing him back lower where they could see his face.

"Hey David" one of them shouted, then others said "Go, Dork Man!"

"Shit" David said.

"Naw, David, don't worry.  Now you'll be famous" Squirrel told him
reassuringly.

David actually seemed reassured.  After a moment he said, "Well
everybody's famous for something."

We were slowing as we went through a neighborhood and David said to
Squirrel, "It's up at the corner."  Realizing we were taking him home, I
leaned forward and took his dick.  Precum covered it - in fact for a second
I thought he had already shot.  Taking it in my hand, I said, "Get ready
for something big, David."

"OK, but that's my house up there."

"This won't take a minute.  Stand up a second."

As he rose, with my hand working his dick, I did my favorite thing:  using
my left hand I got in his crack, found his hole as he bucked and let out a
yelp, and inserted my finger upward just as he came.  Cum went all over the
dash as Squirrel slowed the car.  David's gasps stopped and he relaxed, his
dick still bucking in my fingers.

"Wow.  I thought my ass was going to come out my dick.  I ain't never had
something like that happen before."

He settled back on the seat as the car came to a stop.  I took some of the
cum I was squeezing out of his dick, put it on my fingers, and rubbed it
across his lips.  He tried to escape that, but I got some in his mouth.
Then I put the rest of it from my fingers into my own mouth.

"You taste good, David."

"Damn.  That hasn't ever happened before either.  What's with you guys?"
He was pulling on his shorts.

"What do you mean `you guys'?" Squirrel asked.  "It was him, not me.  I
don't do that stuff."

"Yeah, you just work my dick" David said sarcastically.  "When do I get to
see that tape?"

"How about tomorrow night?"

David looked surprised.  "Why not tonight?"

"Look, you've already shot your load.  I don't think you could keep that
dick up during the whole video after all you've been through today.  Give
yourself time to get ready for it."

"Fine, I'll be over tomorrow night."  He started to open the door.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out his jockstrap and handed it over to
him.  "You forgot this" I said with a smile.  He grinned back.  Then he
realized he had no pockets in his shorts.

"I can't walk in carrying that.  You keep it and I'll get it later."

"Thanks" I said.  "I'll give it back tomorrow night."

"You're gonna be there too?"

"Wouldn't miss this show for anything" I said with a grin.

"You guys."  But he seemed content.  He walked away along the sidewalk and
turned down his front walk.  Looking back with a smirk, he wiggled his
butt, quickly pulled down his shorts and mooned us, and then pulled them
back up as he hurried inside.

That left me with Squirrel.  "We ought to go see Patrick" I told him.

"Something happening now?"

"Pete is really giving him a bad time. I think we ought to have it out with
Pete, but first I thought we could see how things are with Patrick."

"Yeah" he said kiddingly, "I know you.  You just want to see Patrick naked
again so you could check him out."

I started to tell him that for a guy who likes to jack guys off in a
rowboat, and who gave Patrick the best handjob of his life, he had no room
to talk.  But I decided to do the same thing only differently.

"You drive while I get you back for that."

Crawling over into the front seat, I went down on his crotch while he was
just pulling out into traffic.

"Ow!  Cut it out!"

"You asked for it."  He denied it, but by that time I had his pants
unzipped, and since he didn't wear anything under them in the summer, my
fingers found that pecker right away.  It went rock hard the second I
touched it.

Going down on it and sucking like crazy, I pushed his pants down to his
knees, fondled his balls, and twirled my tongue around the head of his
dick as my lips closed further down on the shaft.  I heard him gasp.  It
was great to be down there where the warmth was, where the hair was, where
the balls and that damn pole of his was, sucking the shaft and using my
tongue to work delirious havoc on his dick.  My tongue was at war with
that head, and Squirrel had enough muscles in his dick to match any I had
anywhere.  I took all the shaft and I felt Squirrel rise up in the seat.
Seizing the opportunity, I took my hand from his balls and moved it into
his butt.

"Damn!"  I heard him say, "my butt's still sore from last night!"  But he
didn't seem to mind it, particularly after I inserted one finger through
that rosebud butthole entrance and up into him. With that in place, I
could work him like a clock.  He started making sounds of ecstasy before
long, and when his warm salty cum began squirting into my mouth, I shot my
load in my pants.

It took a minute for Squirrel's load to finish and his dick to calm down.
>From the sounds he made, he was enjoying every second of it.  He sighed as
I slowly withdrew my finger form his butt.  I sat up, wiped cum from my
face, and reached over to zip his pants.  There was a little cum still
spilled, but I had gotten most of it.  His hairs were sticky.  I didn't
have to worry about having shot off in my pants, because I wear underwear
in the summer and it would keep the stain inside.  I started to tell him
that, hoping it would tick him off.  I knew we were almost there.

But I didn't get to tell him because before I could, he pointed ahead and
said,  "Look.  I know that car.  It's Pete.  He must be inside with
Patrick."

Damn!

(End of Part 3)
_____________________________________
Comments and reactions are always welcomed.
bart384@aol.com