From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject: Story: Dogwater's Blues (High School) t/M
Date: December 17, 1997


                     Dogwater's Blues

                           I

   The whole town knew the Mathews family.  They came to their trade
honestly from a long unbroken line of bootleggers and moonshiners.  
They kept their money in a mattress because no Mathews ever trusted any
bank.  There was one other characteristic of the Mathews family.  Every
one of those Mathews boys was oversexed as hell.

   Those boys knew more about all kinds of sex before they were 15, 
than most people ever learn in a lifetime.  What went on at night with 
that bunch of boys, in the dilapidated house on the back road near the 
highway, was nobody's business.

   So it seemed natural that Dogwater, the youngest of the clan, should
carry on the family's tradition of sexuality.  And by that, people 
meant full-fledged, hot-blooded, no-holds-barred sexuality.  And it
turned out the family tradition became Dogwater's vocation.

   Dogwater was interested in dicks.  Not just your ordinary "catch a
glimpse at the urinal" type of interest, but an almost Sherlock Holmes
magnifying-glass supersleuth-detection kind.  You might almost say the 
study of the penis was his true ambition.  And early on, he seemed to 
have chosen it for his life's work.

   In the early days of his career, teachers didn't bother him about it,
thinking that a mere second or third grader was "only going through a
phase."  If other children came to them and said that there were odd
things happening in the bathroom, teachers passed it off as a mild form
of childish curiosity.  Naturally, they didn't know about his book.  
Dogwater was keeping a record, even back then, of penis lengths, widths,
sizes, even details on appearance.  At first his details seemed to lack
a certain flair.  He might make an entry that said "Bobby.  2 inches 
long.  Good one. Nice."  Even if you're nine years old, still that isn't
something that really describes a dick. 

   But by the time he reached his 16th birthday, the details were more
specific:  "Les.  Stripped in back yard.  Erect, six and one half
inches.  Three inches around. Circumcised.  Interesting flap of skin
under head.  When pulled, it makes head bounce.  Good appearance.  
Precum of good quality.  Very tasty tool overall."

   These details he kept on scraps of paper, and transferred them into
his journal.  It would have been better if he had done the transferring
at night rather than in 5th period study hall, but then no one ever
said that a Mathews was cautious.  In fact, Dogwater was so engrossed
in his journal entries, that Coach Hatch was standing over him watching
every word he wrote, before Dogwater ever realized he was there.

   When it dawned on him that coach was there at his back, he tried to 
fall across his desk and hide the book.  But Hatch was too fast.

   "What's this?" he boomed out.  Hatch was a big man, strong, dark
complected, and hairy.  At 28, he stood 5' 11", muscular and almost
emitting an animal warmth or heat from his body when he stood beside
you.  Women found that irresistible.

   Dogwater could feel the heat from Hatch's body as the coach bodily
picked up him and his journal.  Telling a boy named Todd to be in 
charge of study hall until he returned, Hatch carried Dogwater out.
Dogwater looked frantically over the coach's shoulder as they went 
through the door, his eyes fearful.  He saw a class puzzled by what was
happening. The whole class, that is, except Todd.  Todd just grinned. 

                          II

   Once Dogwater got over his fear, it was kind of nice being in the
coach's arms.  It reminded him of his own childhood, when he was held
safe in his father's arms.  That safety had become less in recent 
years, when he slept in the same bedroom with his five older brothers.
They had introduced him to sex, and before long he had experienced sex
in every opening he had, even his ear.  Wacker, his oldest brother,
explained that shooting off in his ear was an accident and hadn't been
intended, but Dogwater had his doubts about that.  He still remembered
how hard it was to get all the cum out afterward.

   Now they were in the coach's office.  He set Dogwater down, and
looked at him.  Dogwater, about an inch and a half shorter than the
coach, felt the same mix of awe and fear that he did when the state
troopers or the sheriff's men would stop his dad as the two of them
drove the back roads of south Alabama, taking moonshine to all the dry
counties.  Being stopped and questioned was awesome to him.

   Hatch looked at the journal.  "What is this stuff?  Are you some 
kind of pervert?  Why are you writing this?  And how did you get this
information?"

   With that, Dogwater got scared.  He could still feel the heat from 
the coach's body, even standing a couple of feet away, but he felt cold 
inside.  He sensed there was something almost like bullying in the way 
the coach was acting.

   "It isn't anything, coach.  Just lemme get my book back and I
promise I won't bring it to school any more."

   "Oh, you think you can get off that easy?"  The coach was rising to
the occasion, in more ways than one.  Dogwater noticed the bulge in
the coach's crotch area.  This got him excited, because it gave him
an opportunity to pursue his chosen vocation.  His own dick began to
get hard at the possibility of a new experience.  In fact, ever since
he was assigned 5th period study hall with Coach Hatch, he had begun
to notice the coach's body, his muscle movements, and even watched him
walk to see if he could guess his dick size from the way his pants
moved.  He had started thinking about him while he was jacking off, and
had developed a few good fantasies.  Now if he could get the chance to
do it for real...

   He began to imagine the journal entry: "Hairy 28 year old coach.
Strong dick, strong everything."  But his thoughts were interrupted by
the coach, who had not only seen where Dogwater was looking, but had
also noticed Dogwater getting aroused.

   "What are you looking at?  Huh?  You want to see mine?"

   Dogwater's eyes lit up with joy, and his heart leaped.  "Can I?"  In
that instant, he really felt this could be his finest moment.

   Coach Hatch almost pushed him away.  But in the same instant that 
his hands reached out for Dogwater, he ended up pulling him close.
"Damn but you're just like your brothers.  There's something about you
guys that really reaches out and grabs inside me.  I swear that there
are even times when I'm screwing some pompom girl or former homecoming 
beauty, I think of one of you Mathews boys.  Here I am, I can have any
girl I want, married or single, but by damn it's you guys who haunt my
memory.  And it's true, Dogwater, that I've wanted you the same way
I wanted them."

   Dogwater was amazed.  His brothers didn't ever tell him anything.  
If he had known about them and the coach, he wouldn't have been so 
scared.  The warmth from the coach's body flooded over him.  He was so 
excited it was hard to breathe.  This was going to be better even than 
that first night so long ago when his brothers taught him how to fuck a 
watermelon.  He remembered how afterward the sticky juice had been all
over his crotch and flowed down his legs.  And the seeds had scratched
his dick a little.

   Coach was undressing him.  That was a funny feeling, for someone
with the physical strength and the power to tell a whole team what to
do, to be carefully pulling down his pants and shorts.  Coach told him
to pull his shirt off.  Now Dogwater stood naked, and Coach Hatch knelt
before him, looking at his body with unabashed admiration.

   "You Mathews boys really hit the jackpot on the gene pool.  I don't
know where the hell you guys' bodies come from, but if someone could
patent it, they would make a fortune."  He paused a second, and ran his
hands over Dogwater's stomach and thighs.  Then he began touching his
balls.  "God what a body you have.  Smooth and white and soft, like it
was a powder that could disappear at a touch."  His voice was husky and
his breath was beginning to sound ragged.  Now his hands were caressing
Dogwater's butt.  "That's the best butt on the face of the earth.  God,
man, not even your brothers have one as good as yours."

   Nobody had ever talked to Dogwater like that.  It made his dick get
harder and harder.  This was so different from his brothers, who piled
on top of him or each other and satisfied whatever lusts they had in
mind.  They did it fast, they did it quick, and when it was over, it 
was like it had never happened.  But this time with coach was a new 
way of doing things, a new experience.

   "Look, coach, see my dogwater?"  He pointed to the precum on the end
of his dick.  He had gotten his nickname because of what he called the
precum.

   "You Mathews boys have a name for everything.  But lemme get onto
that dick before it bobs itself up and down so much that it starts 
shooting off."  He began sucking Dogwater's dick, and his tongue was 
doing wonders as it went to work.  There had never before in the 
history of the world been such a tongue, Dogwater thought.  As the 
coach went up and down the shaft, his hands were touching sensitive 
points on Dogwater's body, places that the boy had never known existed.
He began to moan as he built toward orgasm.

   At the same time, his hands began to roam the coach's arms, feeling
the bristles of the arm hairs, and the wiry quality of the hair on his
chest.  Coach's hands returned to Dogwater's balls, which were hairy
and sensitive to the touch.  Everything in his system responded to this
touching, as well as the work the mouth and tongue were doing on his
dick, until he finally exploded in the most violent orgasm he had ever
had.  He tried not to drive himself into the coach's mouth, but it was
almost impossible not to.  Coach Hatch was swallowing every bit of cum.
Dogwater had never seen that before.

   Coach opened his mouth and grinned.  There was still a lot of cum
there.  "You want a taste?" he asked.

   Dogwater was shocked. "Coach, I heard that if you ever drink your
own cum, you'll die from it.  You can swallow other people's, but not
your own."

   Coach swallowed hard and then burst out laughing.  "Who on earth 
ever told you such a story as that?"

   Dogwater was embarrassed. "My brothers.  Most of what I know, I 
learned from them."

   "Well, they were putting you on.  I may not have known all of your
brothers, but I've seen Wacker and Thumper lick their own cum.  And if
a person could die from swallowing his own cum, I would have been dead
YEARS ago!"

   What a relief.  Dogwater was truly happy.  But there was something
more.  "Coach?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Can I suck yours now?"

   Coach Hatch looked thoughtful.  "Well...I don't know. We've been away
from the class for a while, and study hall is almost over."

   "Aw, come on."

   Coach agreed.  Pulling down his pants and shorts, Dogwater got a
look at the meanest dick he had ever seen.  It looked like it had been
in a lot of action.  He figured it had to be over 7 inches.  In fact, he
couldn't take all of it at once.  But the taste and the feel were what
made it all worthwhile.  And his hands massaged the coach's hairy 
stomach and pubes.  He coddled the coach's balls.  He let his finger
roam back until it was in the coach's crack.  He touched the rim of
the coach's hole.  This got Hatch even more excited.

   When he finally came, Dogwater thought he was going to choke on the
cum.  There was so much, and it came so hard, and the coach seemed to
be driving that rod of his down Dogwater's throat, that he didn't know
if he could take it all.

   It was only a few moments later that the bell rang.  He and coach
were both cleaning themselves up and getting dressed.

   "I'll write you a note for being late to class."

   "Thanks, coach."

   "Any chance you and your brothers can come see me some time?"  The
look on his face was the same as it always was, but in his eyes there
was something almost like incredible longing.

   That idea sounded great. "I'll sure tell them."

   "Look," coach said, "let me tell you this."  He took Dogwater's 
hands and held them in his.  "I like you. You're a good kid.  You're a 
Mathews.  Anytime I can help..."  His voice trailed off.  Dogwater 
nodded and then quickly left.

   When he got to his next class, the guy named Todd who had been told
to watch study hall for coach, was sitting next to the only empty
chair.  Dogwater wondered again why someone as good looking as Todd
could act so mean or hateful sometimes.  Todd grinned maliciously at 
him.  "Did the coach burn your butt?  And did you cry?"

   Dogwater only gave him a knowing grin.  "Eat shit," he said.


                     III

   But that night, at home alone in the bedroom he shared with his
brothers, he thought back on the day and realized how important it was
to him.  He enjoyed the momentary solitude, as his brothers were
out helping his dad run moonshine into the dry counties.

  When the house was still like this, he often had felt blue.  He
remembered his mother, and he could still see her the way she was on
the last day she was here.  He had been four years old at the time, and
was playing in the dirt out in the front yard.  She had come out of the
house in her best dress, carrying a suitcase.

   A big expensive car had driven up.  She had leaned down, kissed him, 
and given him a hug.  "Oh son, I hate to go.  But this nice man is
going to take me with him.  And you know what?  He's seen all the
oceans of the world."

   So he was left with his big brothers and his dad.  There was always
plenty going on.  Their world was never quiet.  The house was generally
full of noise and excitement, and when he got to ride with his dad and 
his brothers, there were even car chases down back roads in the black 
of night.  But there had always been something missing.  Missing, that
is, until today.  When coach had held him, had loved him, had moved his
hands all over Dogwater's body, had made him feel warm and good all 
over, he knew he had discovered what had been lacking all those years.

   In the peace that came so seldom to him at home, Dogwater took out 
his journal.  He opened it to a new entry, jotted down the date, and 
then, instead of the description of a new dick, he wrote:

   "Today was the greatest day of my life.  I have finally found
happiness."

                   (The End)
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