Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2000 19:39:53 EDT
From: Bart384@aol.com
Subject: Getting Graduated (Part 6)
Getting Graduated (Part 6)
by Bart Hanks
(bart384@aol.com)
I sure was glad to see those guys standing there in the boathouse. The
county guys who had been doing stuff to me jumped back and started pulling
their clothes on. Warren was still having trouble with his dick - it
didn't seem to want to go down even after he had shot off that much inside
me.
My friends just stood there. I guess they were trying to figure out what
exactly had been going on. I was trying to get that gadget off my dick and
balls. It didn't seem to want to come off.
"Get this thing off me!" I demanded.
Leon, Warren, and Fred were hastily fixing their clothes and backing toward
the door.
"You figure it out" Fred said, and they turned and ran out into the night.
Pete and Patrick turned to go after them, but I called them back. "Let's
just let it be over. We can settle up with them another time. I want to
get this damn thing off my dick."
They all come over to look. David reached out and touched it, sliding his
hand under my dick and stroking my balls.
"Watch it, Dork Man!" I didn't want David getting too interested in things
down in that area right now. Besides my dick itched like crazy.
He looked up with a hurt expression. "I'm just trying to help." But he
never took his hand away, and I knew he was trying to get to feel all he
could.
"What this sort of sandy salve you got on? Do you use that stuff or did
they put it on you?"
"It itches like hell and no I don't put stuff like that on, and take your
hand off my dick or else figure out how to get this thing off my balls."
"I can put some water on it," David said. "That'll wash the stuff off, I
bet."
"OK, and then I want to get this gadget off." David hurried off. I
wondered what he would carry the water back in.
Patrick and Squirrel came over and got real close. Patrick reached for the
gadget and then said, "There's a spring in the back. I think I can push it
and it ought to open."
"Unless it does the opposite and gets tighter" Squirrel said.
"That's all I need is to get my balls smashed. Can you figure what it
really will do?" I looked at Patrick.
"Not without trying" he said.
"Give it a try" I told him.
Fortunately his plan worked. The thing snapped open and fell off. Pete
picked it up.
"I think I'll hold on to this. I might find a good use for it."
The rest of us laughed. David came back with water cupped in his hands.
"Here, I'll wash the stuff off" he said eagerly.
"I'll do the washing, you just let it dribble on me and we'll see where we
go from there."
When it was washed off, I got dressed. They told me what happened after I
left them at the wreck and came down here. When I didn't return, they
started walking to the highway, and hitched a ride in a semi heading toward
town. When they got to Patrick's, Pete was still there.
"You should have seen them coming out of the shower together" David said.
"Shut up" Patrick told him. David grinned excitedly and seemed about to
say more.
But Pete had a better method for David. He took out that gadget that had
been on me, and tapped it in his hand. David stopped immediately, looked
embarrassed, and lamely added, "I forgot what I was going to say."
We headed outside and up the hill to where Pete's car was parked. We all
climbed in and headed back to town. We let Squirrel out at the all-night
garage, where they would tow his car to town. When I got out at my house,
I told David I'd see him the next night at Squirrel's. He gave a knowing
smile. I'm sure he was ready for the porno video.
I went up to my room, and then took a shower. Changing clothes, I felt
restless and couldn't decide what to do. I noticed my mother had left a
letter addressed to me on the night stand. Opening it, I saw it was from
the college.
Basically they said they were looking forward to my coming, which I already
knew, but they added that fall practice for incoming freshmen would start
the first week in August. I couldn't help but think that I hadn't even
gotten graduated yet and already they were reminding me that school was
beginning before too long.
I had the feeling that things were ending, and like maybe time was running
out for me to do all I wanted to do here. Before long I would be away,
among strangers, and the old crowd here would be scattered who knew where.
Graduation was supposed to be fun, at least people had always seemed to be
saying that. It was coming up in 48 hours. Tonight I was a high school
senior, and by midnight Monday night I would be a high school graduate. At
18 I would be beginning my life's journey or whatever.
I walked downstairs and then went outside. I walked for a while to sort of
settle things down in my mind and to calm down from the evening's
experiences. Then coming home, I realized I was still horny as hell, even
after all that had happened to me. I stripped, sat on he edge of the bed,
and whacked off like the world was ending. After that, I slept like a babe.
With the May sunshine pouring through the windows from the east, I woke up,
scratched my balls, and decided it was going to be a good day. Through the
morning and the afternoon I could hardly wait for night to come, and right
after supper I headed over to Squirrel's.
David was already there. He was standing up at the moment, sort of
bouncing on one foot and then the other, almost as if he needed to go to
the bathroom.
"What's with you?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I just want to see that video."
"There's a problem" Squirrel said.
"What's that?"
"My folks are home and they aren't going out or anything. Even if I play
it here in my room, there's no way the noises wouldn't attract their
attention. And besides, you know how they interrupt."
I thought a moment, and then said "Patrick's folks are out of town until
tomorrow. We could go over there, if it's OK with him."
David looked uncertain. "You mean he would be there too?"
"Well, David, it is his house."
"I mean would he watch me too?"
"Not necessarily. He might get interested in the video."
"Fat chance" David replied.
Squirrel turned to him. "Well, it's either that or wait until another
night. It's up to you, David."
"Do I still have to strip?"
Squirrel smiled happily. "You sure as hell do, and that bone better stay
up the whole time. The only change in the rules is that if it starts to
go down, you can work it back up. But if it goes down all the way, the
video gets turned off and you don't get to ever see the rest. Or at least
not until you're 18 and can rent it for yourself."
"I'll phone Patrick" I said, picking up the receiver. I knew David
wouldn't chicken out. I wondered how Patrick would take this whole
operation.
He answered almost immediately. When I asked if we could watch a video
over there, he asked "What kind of video?"
"You know damn well what kind, if I have to pick a place where nobody's
folks are home." I filled him in on David and the challenge.
"Count me in" he said, and laughed. "In fact, hurry up. This is
something I've got to see."
None of us had a car since Squirrel's was being repaired, but Patrick
only lived a few blocks away. We were a happy trio walking through the
night, carrying the video cassette as if it were the crown jewels.
When Patrick ushered us inside, I realized he was in a playful mood as
well.
"Right this way. David, here's your chair and there's the TV and VCR."
Squirrel's house is two storied, and if David watched it upstairs even if
the shades were up, no one outside could see him because the house was
surrounded with pecan trees that had heavy foliage. Here at Patrick's it
was a different matter. His house was single storied, and the window of
Patrick's room looked out into the back yard. It was through that open
window that Pete had seen Patrick jerking off the night he caught him the
second time. Patrick must have had that in mind when he set the room for
tonight.
"Strip, David, and I'll give Patrick the tape to put in" Squirrel said.
David looked very unhappy. "The shade's up and the chair's right in front
of the window. If anyone sees me they will know what's going on, even if
they can't see the TV."
"We never promised it would be any different."
Patrick spoke up. "That's just my back yard out there. Nobody goes
through there and there's no way people from out front could see you."
I could see Patrick's scheme, The chair was a little high, and people
would see David in profile, bone and all. But I figured it really wasn't
very public, and it would add to the excitement. Apparently it had an
effect on David as well, because he seemed sexed up and scared at the same
time. He got out of his clothes very quickly and sat down. His dick was
already up.
It was a good dick. For someone who was 16 and hadn't plunged it into
anybody or anything yet, except for his own hand, it looked fresh, tender,
and firm. Whoever (or whatever) was the first one to receive that thing,
would be getting a rare gift indeed. For myself, I realized that once I
got to college, I wouldn't be seeing anything that virginal any more. It
was a sad kind of feeling.
But it went away after a few moments, because the picture started and once
the moans and groans started going, David was bug-eyed. That dick stayed
hard, and he would sometimes lean forward as if he wanted to leap at the
screen and climb inside. His hand unconsciously strayed to his dick and he
would give it an occasional stroke or two. That thing stayed rigid.
Well, I have to hand it to David. His dick stayed up and he didn't shoot,
and when the movie was over we all congratulated him. He stood up, and
then suddenly it happened.
There was applause and shouts and laughter from outside. I was dumbfounded.
David turned red and ducked down, grabbing his clothes are running out into
the safety of the hall. I looked at Patrick.
"When you told me what this would be, I just invited a couple of friends
to come by and watch. Some of David's teammates. Something like that."
Then he leaned out the window. "You can go home now. The show's over."
A couple of them said "Thanks, Patrick!" and a few called "Good show,
David. When do you do it again?"
There hadn't been a huge crowd out there, but when David came back in with
his clothes on he looked really embarrassed.
I think Patrick was sorry and he didn't want the joke to go on too long.
"David, listen. Right now you might be embarrassed, but you'll become a
legend. By next fall when school starts, the story will have grown and
people will think of you as some sort of sexual hero who puts on
performances for people. You know how high school is. Rumors become
legends. You'll be famous."
Actually that seemed to cheer David up. "Like you getting your hairs
shaved?" he asked hopefully.
Patrick was the one to look embarrassed now, but he nodded. "Something
like that" he said. He put his hand on David's shoulder. I saw David's
bone bounce inside his pants. I wondered if he could hold off beating it
until he got home.
It was time to go. We thanked Patrick. Outside David headed off in one
direction and Squirrel and I headed in another. Before he was out of
sight, I called to David, "Are you coming to our graduation tomorrow night?"
He called back "Yes."
"Maybe we can fix you up again, David" Squirrel added.
I could see David shake his head. "You guys" he said. His mood seemed
happier now.
When we got to his home, I asked Squirrel if I could come upstairs. He
nodded and we went up the back way.
"Can you believe it's almost over?" I asked him. We both were sitting on
his bed.
"I know what you mean. Soon everybody will go their separate ways." He
stood up and pulled his T-shirt off. He had a great body, strong and
tanned. His arms had a light dusting of hair, and his muscles moved
gracefully.
He stood facing me. Reaching up from where I sat on the bed, I started
unbuttoning his pants. "Lie down here so I can talk to you."
"Yeah, I know about that. Soon you'll be up my butt." But he didn't
sound worried. I unzipped the front of his pants and he stepped out of
them. His dick was already hard. I touched it, feeling its strength.
It was getting so it responded very well to my touch.
Squirrel sat beside me and I threw one arm over his shoulder. "I'm going
to miss you" I said.
He reached over and unzipped my pants. "I am really going to miss you,
Ken. You've been a great friend." Reaching in my pants he started rubbing
my dick. "I'm just sorry we waited so long to get to know what each other
as really like, to get started on stuff."
Something inside me ached when he said that, because it was so true. I
pulled off my shirt and he helped me get out of my pants and shorts, and we
sat there buck naked beside each other, his body brown and warm and next to
mine. I felt a wonderful kind of friendship and peace, something I guess I
had never really felt before.
His fingers played with my dick. "I want to do something for you" he said.
With that he stood and then knelt in front of me, taking my dick in his
mouth. It touched me that he was willing to do this, since I could tell it
was something he didn't know how to do, had had no experience with. But
after a moment, his tongue figured out what to do and he was going at me
like a true athlete, putting his whole heart into it. It must have turned
him on as well, because he started moving and making little sounds.
I leaned forward and reached down behind his head, down his back, until I
had my hand on his butt. My fingers found the crack and then sought the
hole. I had just begun inserting a finger there when I realized I was
about to shoot. I tried to tell him he didn't have to swallow if he didn't
want to, but he only shook his head. I fired off into his wonderful mouth,
and it was pure ecstasy.
When it was over, he smiled up at me with cum still on his face, and said
"Damn that dick of yours is big."
I leaned down and kissed him, and then lifted him up and we reversed
positions so that now I knelt in front of him and returned the favor. As
I sucked, I again reached under him as he leaned backward, and found his
hole. This time my finger went in better, and I probed until I found his
love nut. He bucked, his washboard abs rippled, and he shot off with a
kind of wild abandon.
When it was over, we lay beside each other and talked away into the night.
I don't know what time it was when I put on my clothes and headed home. I
held him close one last time, feeling his body in all its strength and
warmth.
"I don't want to lose you" I said. "I want us to be together."
"Me too" he said, giving me a bear hug and not letting go.
"We'll work something out" I told him.
I went out into the night, and felt somehow that the world was ending.
And so finally graduation day came. Or, to be accurate, graduation night.
At 8 PM we filed into the auditorium to the strains of "Pomp and
Circumstance." It was hot and crowded and the noise echoed all around the
hall.
I looked at all the faces of people I knew, my graduating class. We had
gone through a lot together. We had a lot of memories. And we all knew
stuff about each other that we would never forget. We had shared lives and
memories during the school years.
Patrick looked very happy. I noticed he seemed to have to scratch himself
every now and then. Those hairs were starting to grow back. When I caught
his eye, while he had his hand down at his crotch, I grinned. He grinned
back. That's what high school is like. Sharing secrets that nobody else
knows.
Squirrel looked happy. My stomach felt cold or jumpy every time I looked
at him. I guess I was in love. At the same time I remembered that this was
the guy who, at 14 at summer camp, beat off so much it made his spine stick
out. Or that's what the other campers had told us.
There were speeches and diplomas, and then finally it was over. We filed
out with lots of noise and parents and friends waving and hugging us and
shaking hands and getting kissed. Then we had to return the caps and
gowns down in the basement.
I was one of the last in line, and when I got my stuff turned in, I went to
the bathroom and by the time I got outside, everybody had gone.
I stood on the darkened steps of the auditorium. Now it was all over.
Whatever lay ahead, it wasn't here in this school or at this spot.
Somewhere down the road was where the future lay. The past was over. It
wouldn't come again.
But my friends and my hopes and dreams and memories would live on in me,
and whatever the future might bring, I could still summon up the memory of
things past. The roar of the crowds as we thundered out onto the football
field at the start of a game, the cheers of school pep rallies, the summers
with the river and swimming and friends, autumns with the smell of burning
leaves, and the first frost when we would know that winter had come again.
I walked down the steps and out into the night. The past would never be
over, it was too important and too valuable and too filled with all the
things of life. I would carry it with me down the years, safe and secure,
cherished and honored, forever with me in my dreams.
(The End)
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Thanks to all who wrote. It meant a lot. I won't forget you.
Bart384@aol.com