Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 07:25:25 -0400
From: Mack Lane <macklanestory@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 in Wrestling Boys


	Dinner that night was a festive event.  Joe wished he had been
allowed to go backpacking hiking a long time ago.  While the food was not
the greatest, the s'mores more than made up for the meal.  Rain had once
again started to set in.  It looked like it was going to be an all-night
event as the winds started to pick up.  Palmer and Johnny suggested that
there was really nothing else to do, so they might as well go to bed.  When
Joe went in to the tent where he was going to be sleeping, Palmer followed
right behind him.  Palmer ordered, "Take off all of your clothes."

	Joe did not want to sleep naked but he did as he was told.  Moments
later, he was relieved when Palmer instructed him to put on a clean pair of
underwear.  Joe wanted to put on more but Palmer would not allow him to do
so.  He said, "You'll be warm enough."

	Joe argued, "But I am smaller then you."

	"So, what?  You'll still be warm enough, don't worry."

	Joe climbed into his sleeping bag.  Within moments, he had fallen
asleep.  He quickly became trapped in a nightmare.  He was dreaming that he
was wrestling with Terry.  He had Terry pinned to the ground and he was
jacking him off like there was no tomorrow.  Terry was begging him to stop.
Joe heard several loud bangs that scared him but also gave him the
incentive to jack Terry off even faster.  The bangs kept getting louder and
louder with increasing frequency. They caused Joe to feel like he had to
jack Terry off even faster.  Then somehow, Joe found himself suddenly on
his back.  Now, Joe was the one begging for Terry to stop.  He buckled his
hips, trying to resist.  He started to scream as his body erupted in pain.

	"Joe, Joe, wake up!"  Palmer said while he tried to shake Joe
awake.

	Joe was moaning as he felt his underwear getting wet.  He was
shaking back and forth.  Joe somehow had Palmer in a tight grip with his
legs wrapped around Palmer's torso. Palmer then quickly pinned Joe, trying
to get him to calm down.  Joe's sleeping bag was now getting a giant wet
spot in it.  At once, Joe recognized the sensations that were coming over
him.  He was having another orgasm!

	What made it worse was that he was humping Palmer.  Within 15
seconds it was over.  He could not believe that his balls could have held
all of that cum inside them.  He had not only entirely soaked the front
part of his underwear but there were also huge and sopping wet spots on his
sleeping bag.  It had been a very long time since he had wet the bed, not
since he had been a young child.  The wetness was so profuse, however that
it reminded him of that and he thought that is what must have happened and
was extremely embarrassed by it.  He was about ready to start crying.
Johnny came in and asked, "What is going on?"

	"Joe just had a wet dream."  Palmer mused.

	Joe mumbled, "I am sorry, I..."

	He started to try to fight his way out of the wet mess.  Then, he
saw a sudden flash of light followed quickly by a huge and cracking boom.
It was lightning and thundering outside.  That only scared him more.  Even
though he had just cummed profusely, Joe's erection had not gone down
yet. His boner was still pressed against Palmer.  Palmer then spoke gently,
saying, "Joe, calm down, everything is okay."

	Joe said, "No its not! I just wet the bed!  I got you all wet too
and..."

	Palmer persisted, "Joe, calm down."

	Joe still struggled and fidgeted.  Palmer continued to hold onto
Joe, although it was getting difficult to retrain him.  Palmer repeated,
"Joe, everything is going to be okay."

	Joe was suffering from extreme embarrassment at the moment and
thought there was no way that this predicament was going to end well.  He
was about ready to say something, anything to apologize or express that he
did not know what happened or why when Johnny sensed it and promptly
ordered, "Joe, be quiet."

	Palmer jumped in, "I want you to count to ten.  For each number you
count, I want you to take a deep breath in, then breathe it back out
slowly."

	Joe started to count and do the square breathing that had been
instructed to him.  By the time he got to the number, four, he was already
considerably calmer.  Palmer then spoke in his own calm and reassuring
voice, "Joe, you are fine.  There is nothing wrong with you and what
happened is actually normal. It happens to all boys your age and it also
happens to older boys and men too.  You had what is called a wet dream.  In
Health Class, they would call it a nocturnal emission.  All it really means
is that your balls were so full of cum and ready to empty themselves that
they took care of it by themselves without you having to jack off to do
it."

	Joe, trying to process all of that information answered, "But, I
was humping you! You are going to kill me for it, I bet."

	Palmer said, "No, I am just going to get you cleaned up.  Then you
are going to climb back in with me and go back to sleep."

	Johnny added, "We can clean up the sleeping bag tomorrow morning.
I know of an old fashioned way of doing it so that it will be dry by
tomorrow night."

	Joe then very hesitantly took off his cum soaked boxerbriefs and
put on his third pair within the last twenty-four hours.  He was glad that
his father had put in more underwear because at this rate, he was going to
go through it all.  He then climbed into the sleeping bag with Palmer.
Once again, Joe got hard and started to twitch.  He felt Palmer's hand
rubbing against it.  Palmer then took Joe's hand and put it under the
sleeping bag that they were now sharing.  Joe felt a huge bulge.  He felt
the outline of it in Palmer's briefs.  Palmer explained, "You see, I get
hard-ons too.  Every guy does.  It is just part of being a guy. A guy's
dick just has a mind of its own, that's all.  For that matter, so do his
balls. So, try to go back to sleep now."

	Within minutes, having been soothed by Palmer's calm voice and
reassuring words, Joe was a sound asleep.  In the first morning light that
spilled into the tent, Joe woke up.  His legs were wrapped around Palmers,
with both of their morning woods pressing against each other.  He had never
felt more fully and suddenly awake in his life.  He was used to being a
little groggy for a while but not that morning.  He felt Palmer slowly
stretching out as both of their hard-ons continued to rub up against each
other.  He moved his hands down to Palmer's balls, felt their large
roundness and then to the hard shaft just to find that the tip of it was
wet.  Joe then felt Palmer's hands moving on his own boy-cock as Palmer
jacked him off through his underwear for a second or two.  Joe could have
let Palmer do that do that all day long if he wanted to since it felt so
good.  Palmer announced abruptly, "Time to get up!"

	They both walked on out with their tented out underwear flagging in
the air.  Joe was surprised to see that both Terry and Johnny had similar
tents but no one said anything about the current state of horniness that
seemed to obviously exist.  Joe observed that there were two fires already
going.  The larger of the two fires had a pot of water over it.  He saw
Johnny pouring oatmeal into a bowl, then adding some of the dried fruit
that Joe's father had given them.  Joe's eyes wandered over to where the
smaller fire was.  He noticed that his sleeping bag was hanging over it,
suspended by some branches that Johnny had cut and poked deep into the
soggy ground.  Johnny saw Joe looking at the arrangement and said, "I have
already washed your sleeping bag and have it hanging above the fire, just
waiting for it to dry.

	Terry giggled at Joe, "I heard you were dreaming last night.  Did
the big bad storm give you a nightmare and make you wet the bed?"

	Joe was not going to put up with Terry's taunts today. It was bad
enough that he had wet the bed but he did not need to be reminded of it by
Terry all day for what he had been very ashamed of happening.  Joe then
angrily rushed over to Terry, tackled him and threw him to the ground.
Within seconds, both boys were again in a full-fledged wrestling match.
Joe thought that one of the older boys would try to break it up but was
surprised that they only watched with amusement.  Both Joe and Terry were
laughing, while each tried to get the upper hand.  Joe, sensing Terry's
primary weakness which was his balls, continued to rub them any time he
could.  Terry tried to do the same to Joe but the technique did not have
the same effect on Joe.  Apparently, Terry's balls were still holding a lot
more cum than Joe's were and Joe took full advantage of Terry's cum bulged
balls and made Terry leak some pre-cum that visibly showed through his
underwear with a glistening wet spot.

	Joe and Terry's wrestling match was interrupted when breakfast was
served.  Both boys being covered in sand once again, went over to have
their fill.  Joe was surprised that such a simple meal could taste so good.
He helped himself to seconds and thirds.  He wished that the weather could
have looked the same.  The clouds were low once again and the waves were
building.  The winds were stronger then what they had been in a while.
Palmer mused, "Looks like it is going to rain again today."

	Johnny answered, "That will make climbing a lot more difficult
today.  We will have lots of it to do, too."

	"As long as Joe does not try to play superman, we'll be fine."
Palmer replied.

	Joe answered back with contempt, "I'm sick and tired of being
thought as the weak one here."

	Palmer retorted, "After I am done with you today, you will find out
that I don't consider you weak.  You will also find out that you do have
limitations and you will learn just what some of them are.  We all have
them, after all, so you're no different from anyone else."

	Joe had no idea what Palmer meant by his remark.  Johnny saw Joe's
puzzled look and added, "So, are you going to listen to what we tell you
today?"

	Joe replied, "Of course!"

	Terry interjected, "I bet Joe will ruin things for us today.  He'll
mess up again somehow and make us waste time fixing his screw ups or force
us to save his skinny rear end again."

	Johnny cut Terry off sternly, "If anything, Joe has proved he can
take care of himself, Terry."

	Joe glared at Terry.  He really wanted to resume their wrestling
match to prove that he could stay up with Terry, pin him down and dominate
him.  However, Palmer kept him too busy by teaching him to take down the
tent and helping Joe get dressed for the long climb that was ahead of them.
Within an hour, the camp site was down and they had their packs on.  They
started to walk down the beach as it started to rain once again.  Joe's
body started to protest almost at once.  His joints were still aching from
yesterday, especially his legs from walking, his arms and upper back from
holding the pack, and his back from where he had fallen.  He was surprised
to find that his sores seemed to have gotten worse rather than begin to
heal.

	Joe started to wonder how he was going to make it through the day.
He had yet to see one thing that was making all this pain worth it.  Sure,
it was fun sleeping and camping, but he could do that in his own backyard
without the pain and misery.  All of the boys continued to walk in silence,
as the sea was slowly retreating due to a low tide setting in.  There were
remains of driftwood scattered about where the sea water had retreated from
the shoreline.

Joe was hopeful that this would actually speed things up but it only slowed
them down.  He fell again a couple more times, just to be helped up by
Palmer or Johnny.  Terry laughed every time that Joe fell.  Palmer finally
stepped in when he saw that Joe was only getting angrier with himself.  He
asked Joe kindly, "Aren't you a runner?"

Joe sighed as he admitted, "Yeah, but it's nothing like this."

Johnny then asked, "What do you do when you fall while running?"

Joe replied angrily, "I get back up, but I don't fall this much."

Palmer said pointedly, "There is no need for you to take your anger out on
us.  We are just trying to help you out."

Joe spat out, "This sucks!"

Palmer pushed Joe into the ground.  Joe fell face first into the dirt.  Joe
got back up really being really angery at being pushed and spat back at
Palmer while shoving him with everything he had to give, "What was that
for!?"

"For being stupid.  I can do it again if you wish to remain hard headed."
Palmer said sternly.

Joe replied confidently, "Maybe I shall remain hard headed!  It seems to be
the only time I get things done around you guys."

Palmer turned around and looked at Joe in his eyes.  He saw blue eyes that
were once again on fire.  Palmer said as he stared straight into Joe's
eyes, "You haven't given up yet, so don't give up on me now."

Joe replied this time with humility, "I'm trying."

Johnny added sincerely, "I know you are trying.  All you can do is get back
up again every time you fall.  You don't really have a choice.  Just do it
and don't get the rest of us involved and that will demonstrate your
strength.  Getting mad at yourself is what makes you look weak."

Joe then asked, "What is so special about today?  Where is this scenery
that you've been promising?"

Palmer replied while they resumed walking, "Just look around you and tell
me where else you can see anything like this."

But, all Joe could see was sand.  The sea was to his right and trees to his
left.  He wondered what was so great about that. He then looked ahead where
the beach curved to the right.  He looked further out where he saw a group
of islands without any trees.  They stood out from the rest of the scenery.
Johnny saw Joe looking that way and said, "That is where we are going
today."

Joe replied, "I don't know if I can do this."

Palmer said with encouragement, "There you go again, doubting yourself.
You seem to be the one who thinks you are weak more than anyone else. You
climbed a cliff yesterday so I think you can do this.  It's only some more
walking, not climbing."

All of the boys continued to walk without saying anything at all.  It took
them about another hour to get to the spot.  The islands looked much larger
now since they were closer to them.  Palmer suggested to Joe that he should
go exploring with him while Johnny and Terry set up a small fire for lunch.
Joe asked Palmer, "Why is Johnny always the one doing the cooking?  He
seems to always be missing the fun."

Johnny heard the question and answered him, "I come here a lot actually.
So I am not missing anything."

Terry remarked, "I've already seen this before.  I'll explore nearby
later."

So, Palmer and Joe departed to get a closer look.  The rocks looked very
different here.  Joe had been used to seeing sedimentary rock but he was
very surprised to see lots of volcanic rock.  The rocks in front of him
were black with little white spots.  Palmer informed Joe, "That kind of
rock is called, gabbro.  This is the only place you will see them for miles
in either direction from here."

Joe took a closer look at it.  He also saw some shale and sandstone
scattered around, but it was all mainly gabbro.  Instead of climbing, Joe
went around the rock.  He looked down and saw that it was abundant with
life.  Joe bent down to pick up one of the rocks.  Instead, he cut himself
on it.  He quickly put his finger in his mouth trying to make it feel
better.  Palmer warned, "Don't try to pick up these rocks, they are sharp."

Joe whimpered, "You could have told me that before!"

Palmer replied, "You can also ask questions too about things you have never
seen before.  Otherwise, you end up learning the hard way."

They ventured further out as the sea started to surround them on three
sides.  The rocks even got more interesting.  There were several rocks that
formed arches, as the water rolled in waves back and forth.  Joe went to
one of these spots, followed closely by Palmer.  Joe looked up, wishing
that he had brought a camera along.  He never thought he would see anything
like this.  This is stuff that you see in books or brochures, not in real
life.

He asked in awe, "Can we go swimming here?"

"I am afraid not.  It is far too dangerous. We'll go swimming later."
Palmer responded.

He added, "You need to watch your footing."

But it was once again too late.  A wave came in and took Joe by surprise.
He fell once again as the water dragged him out.  He tried grabbing onto
anything, as he took in a mouth full of salt water.  His fresh sores all
now felt like they were on fire.  His breathing increased so rapidly that
he became dizzy.  He tried to swim against the current but he could not
compete with the overwhelming power of the flowing water.  Palmer shouted,
"Go with the current."

Joe thought that it was strange advice.  The current would surely take him
further out to sea which is the last thing he wanted but he went with it
since he had been told so many times to do what he was instructed.  So, Joe
swam for about fifteen seconds before he turned and headed toward another
rock.  It was further out to sea but it was the largest one there.  Joe did
not hear Palmer yelling but he did see Johnny running as fast as possible
toward him.  He thought he must be doing something right so he continued to
swim.  He made it to the rocks while shivering from the relatively cold
water.  He could tell that Palmer and Johnny were still figuring out how to
get to him but he thought it would be better to climb onto the rocks where
at least he would have a stationary place to be.

So, he started to climb the rock.  Joe found that it was a far easier climb
than the cliff had been yesterday.  It stood about fifty feet up from the
sea.  As he climbed, the winds got fiercer and he started to shiver more.
In about a minute he was at the highest point of the rock.  He found it
strange that there was some grass up there but there were no trees at all.
This place kept getting more mysterious to him but he really had no time to
ponder this mystery for he was getting colder faster than before when he
was in the water.  He was now all sopping wet again and the wind was
drawing away the heat from his body with every second that passed.

Then, Joe saw that Johnny and Palmer had almost reached him.  Johnny looked
like he had a blanket which Joe would most welcome at the moment.  Joe
decided to take a brief look around.  He saw the sea to the west of him
that went out for many miles until the grey sky and the water met.  To the
south, he saw more water, as the land slowly retreated eastward.  To the
north, the land slowly advanced out to the sea.  To the east were the
mountains.  He could not see as far as one would normally be able to see,
as they were all hiding under the mist and fog of the day.

He felt a blanket go over himself.  He turned around quickly to see that
Palmer and Johnny were taking in the scene just as he had been.  Johnny
remarked, "It always surprises me that no matter how often I come here,
there is always something new to look at."

Palmer then said to Joe calmly, "Let's get you back to the main land."

But Joe did not want to go.  He finally had a scene that had been worth the
pain and misery that he had been enduring.  However, he complied readily
and scaled back down the rocks with the blanket wrapped tightly around him.
Johnny and Palmer led the way back to the main land, taking their time.  On
their way back, they saw starfish and oysters that called the Point of
Arches their home.  Joe saw small schools of fish that were swimming about
in the algae.  In about five minute's time, they were back at a small fire.
Terry had been cooking something and it looked like it was about ready."

Palmer forced stripped Joe down until he was nude.  Joe was very
embarrassed once again.  Just that one quick maneuver caused Joe to have a
boner that stuck out prominently for all to see.  Palmer took a couple of
playful jerks at it.  Terry was once again laughing at him.  Joe was now
trying to fight Palmer off of him so he could get covered.  Palmer said, "I
am trying to help you, relax."

Terry said, "What's the matter, you ashamed of your weenie?"

Joe snapped back, "At least mine is bigger than yours and I know how to use
it!"

Joe knew that it wasn't true but it really did have an effect on Terry.
Terry tried to come up with some smart words to snap back with but he
couldn't.  Joe went to him, still naked while pushing Terry.  He said, "You
got a problem with this?", as Joe wagged his boy boner.

	Palmer quickly went after Joe and grabbed him again.  Palmer said
while pointing his finger into Joe's chest, "Calm down!  You don't need
to..."

	Joe said while his boner was hanging in the air, "Defend myself?  I
didn't see you coming to my aid.  If this kid wants to make fun of me, I am
going to defend myself.  I don't see him being naked of his own free will.
You know what?  I don't think he can even get hard.  At least people can
see mine, even when I don't mean to show it."

	Palmer said, "You made your point, now calm down.  You don't need
to put anyone down!"

	Joe examined, "Really, do you really think so?  I don't see you
being naked, no; it's always somebody else making me get naked.  Well,
fine, I'll walk around naked the whole rest of the day and everybody can
just feast their eyes on my boner all they want for all I care!"

	Joe was about ready to storm off when he was held down by Palmer.
Johnny ordered, "Terry, drop your pants, I am sick of his attitude!"

	Terry promptly stripped down until he was also naked. He seemed a
lot more willing to do it than Joe had been to bare it all.  Johnny then
ordered, "Okay, both of you jack each other off, whoever cums first loses.
Obviously the bigger man will cum last."

	So, both of them stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both
ready for battle.  They both started to work on each other's members as
fast as they could.  Joe saw that Terry had some hair above his balls.  It
was a small patch that was darker brown than the hair on his head.  Joe's
crotch was still hairless which gave him a little boy look down there
except for the size his cock actually grew to when it got hard and how much
his balls already hung down.  What Joe had was real eye candy for both
Johnny and Palmer.  Joe was at that fleeting moment in his transition from
being a little boy who had no thoughts or capability of sexuality to the
puberty that is spoiled somewhat by the inevitable growth of pubic hair.

Within a minute Joe and Terry were both grunting and groaning as they were
trying hold off an impending orgasm.  Joe was surprised how difficult that
actually was!  Especially knowing what was going to happen.  He was
deliberately trying to hold off on something that would feel great.  He was
trying to ingnore the good senstion that was pulsating through his body.
Instead, he was slowly giving into the sensation of Terry's hand on his
cock, which was a very powerful one.  He had never felt so good so quickly.
Joe's breathing was becoming deeper and faster but so was Terry's.  Joe
decided to pick up the pace to see if he could not break down Terry's
defenses but Terry did likewise.  The harder and faster Joe jerked on
Terry's boy-cock, the more Terry reciprocated.

  Joe was becoming quickly dizzy.  He was trying to hold off once again the
sensation that for him was like the need to pee.  It was a tingling
sensation in his cock, the same for him as an urgent need to urinate but he
knew it was not what was happening, even if it felt the same at the
moment. Joe started to slow down, as he became more concerned about his own
member than what he did for Terry's.  Terry smiled, knowing that he was
going to win.  Within a minute, Joe was trying to put anything in the way,
anything that would prevent himself from having an orgasm.  He saw that
Terry, himself was struggling in the same way.  Joe started a loud moan as
a rush came to his penis.  He was beyond the point of no return!  Within
seconds, Joe started to have an orgasm, as clear stuff started to blast
from his penis.  Joe's legs all a sudden started to weaken but not before
he also got Terry to have his own orgasm.  Joe's orgasm prompted Terry's to
be virtually simultaneous with his own. Joe's legs gave away as he landed
on the ground.  Terry showered Joe with his own cum.

	It would be several minutes before either boy recovered.  Both
Palmer and Johnny did not say a word as the two naked boys lay there on the
beach, their chests heaving and their boy cocks twitching with nearly dry
heaves; only a little clear and runny fluid still leaking from them.  Terry
was the first one to speak and although he had technically won, he said,
trying to give consolation to Joe, "I should have not been making fun of
you.  I am sorry."

	Joe responded in kind, "I should have never tried to start a fight.
I am sorry also."

	Terry, observing Joe's still ever-hard boy-cock, asked, "Are you
ever soft, I am just wondering?"

	Sure enough, Joe's little member was twitching again.  Joe replied,
"I don't think so.  How do you become soft?"

	Terry answered truthfully, "I never am either, actually."

	Joe asked, "Why do you make fun of me, then?"

	"Because it is nice to see for once that I am not the only one who
is hard all the time.  I guess I was trying to deflect some attention from
me to you."  Terry answered.

	Joe then suggested, "We should do this more often.  I love
competing against you."

	Terry answered, "Yes, we should, but perhaps we should always do
this when we are mad at each other."

	Johnny then interjected, "Joe, you will fit in well with this
group. Terry is not the only one who likes to compete."

	They all ate lunch in silence as the rain started to lighten up.
Palmer helped Joe get into dry clothes once again and yet another pair of
underwear.  Once again, he had another healthy bulge forming in his pants.
He looked over at Terry to see that he had a nice bulge too.  Then, they
all started to proceed to the camping spot which according to Johnny, was
still over five hours away.

	Joe was a lot sorer after the cock fight with Terry; however, he
found himself to be calmer.  He couldn't explain the serenity that had come
over him.  The afternoon hike was actually a lot more fun.  There was lots
of climbing that had to be done.  They had to climb over two hundred feet,
from ropes that the park once again, had provided.  Joe of course, fell a
couple more times during the process but he was cool with it this time.  He
just got up again and didn't make a fuss about it.  The scenery was worth
it this time, as he went up and down the cliffs that were full of basalt
rocks and Gabbro.

	They got to a new set of beaches which were once again, all new and
different from those before.  Of course, they had to descend now to get to
them but the hills were now all mud and sand instead of rocks.  The sand
made getting a foothold more difficult but provided for a softer landing to
jump into when there was the need.  The hills were also a lot higher and
steeper as they were now descending more than three hundred feet.  The
beaches they came to were a lot sandier but smaller in size than those
where they previously had been.  There was driftwood that covered the
entire beach now, as it was a wilder, less explored and undeveloped area.
It looked like a lot fewer people ever went this way, as the trail became
single file at some point.

	Finally after another two hour hike, the rain had stopped
completely.  The boys had arrived at the camp site for the night.  The camp
site composed of five or six spots and that was it.  It was a lot smaller
than the ones on Shi Shi Beach.  Joe helped Palmer set up the tents once
again as Johnny started the fire.  The sun had finally started to come out,
the first time that Joe has seen it in ages, it seemed.  Palmer said to
him, "Strip down to your underwear, you are wrestling me this time."

	Joe did not like the prospect of having to wrestle Palmer.  Palmer
sensed that and said, "Johnny says you are good.  I just want to see how
good you are.  Just wrestle me like you would him."

	Joe stripped once again to his Hanes boxerbriefs, which were green.
Palmer stripped down his briefs.  Joe saw that they were from Fruit of the
Loom.  There were leg hairs that led from his crotch down his legs.  He
also saw that Palmer was hard.  He saw that Terry was watching them both as
Palmer and Joe shook hands and then started in on the match.

	Wrestling with Palmer was much different from being with Johnny.
Palmer showed no mercy whatsoever towards Joe.  After about fifteen
body-slams later, Joe wanted to give up but he didn't.  He was bound and
determined to show Palmer that he could handle any punishment that Palmer
chose to hand out, even if he did not understand why he had that desire.
Palmer did not allow Joe to practice any moves, as he continued to flat out
dominate Joe.  Joe tried everything, but he was getting weaker so much
faster than he ever had before.  Palmer put him in several choke holds with
Joe barely getting out of them before he would pass out.

	Joe's moves were getting more sluggish as fatigue was setting in
but meanwhile, Palmer continued his forceful moves.  Joe, at one point
could no longer counter any more moves, so he just started to take even
more punishment, hoping it would be over with soon.  He would not run away
from Palmer, because that is what he thought that Palmer wanted him to do.
If anything, that was the only way Joe had left to resist Palmer. He tried
to continue to engage Palmer but he just did not have the strength or
stamina to do so.  He was breathing so hard that his lungs burned in agony!
Palmer lifted him up a couple more times just to body slam him.  Joe's
vision was now flickering off and on.  He was starting to forget who he was
or why he was there, as his whole body was now screaming in pain!  He
wondered what he could have possibly have done to deserve this!  When a
half hour was up, it all suddenly stopped!  Palmer tried to pick Joe up and
stand him on his feet, just to have Joe fall right back down again.  Joe
could not talk and he really felt like he just needed to go to sleep.

	Joe heard Johnny asking Palmer, "What did you do to him?  You went
way too far with him."

	Palmer replied, "He took like a man."

	Johnny said, "You knew he would do it."

	Palmer replied, "I was trying to teach him..."

	Joe fell promptly asleep at that moment from exhaustion.  When he
woke up, the sun was setting and the beach was blood red.  He had been
wrapped tightly in his own sleeping bag.  He felt a little sick to his
stomach.  He tried to get up, but his arms were too weak.  Joe heard Johnny
say, "He's awake."

	Joe did not know where to begin or what to ask.  He saw Palmer,
smiling.  Joe started to back away from Palmer.  Johnny intervened, "It is
okay, Joe."

	Joe asked, "Why did Palmer beat me up?"

	Palmer answered, "I wasn't trying to.  You were competing almost
the entire time."

	"You were hard on me."  Joe said.

	Palmer said, "You have made it through the trail.  We normally do
this to those who are entering into high school.  You are only in sixth
grade!"

	Joe pleaded, "Why?  What did I do?"

	Palmer replied, "Nothing."

	"You hate me, don't you?"  Joe whimpered.

	"Of course, not.  I thought you would like that type of challenge",
Palmer suggested.

	"I didn't even have a chance."  Joe said while sounding wounded.

	Palmer then began to speak, "Remember when I said `After I am done
with you today, you will find out that I don't consider you weak.  You will
also find out that you do have limitations and you will learn what some of
them are?'  That is what I was teaching you."

	Johnny explained further, "Palmer went just a little too far with
you today.  It happens to everyone.  He was trying to find out where your
limits were, while trying to teach you at the same time.  Joe, I know you
have you not heard this a lot, but you are extremely strong.  Not
physically maybe, but mentally."

	Palmer added, "I really see why Johnny wanted you in our club.  I
am honored that you are now with us.  I was impressed by the sheer guts you
have shown today.  I like this about you.  You never give up.  I did not
mean to hurt you today, so if I did, I am sorry.  I will wrestle you again
tomorrow.

	Joe asked somewhat fearfully, "Will it be the same?"

	Palmer replied, "It will be as hard, but I won't be as brutal.  I
was trying to find out where your limits were today.  Now, I have a pretty
good understanding about just where they are."

	"Why didn't you tell me you were going to test me like this?"  Joe
asked.

	"Because, if I had, you wouldn't have tried as hard."  Palmer
replied.

	Joe mused, as the sun was beginning to set, "I really like you
both.  I have never been accepted for whom I am before but now, you two are
accepting me."

	Palmer replied cheerfully, "I like you too."