Date: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 13:05:06 PST
From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject: Rococo Beach Part 6

                       Rococo Beach
                       Part 6

   It was turning into a mad house.  The wind had picked up, and the
sky was getting darker.  Cars were lined up waiting for gas, people
were rushing around buying supplies, but most of the activity was on
the road where cars were already backed up, waiting to get away.  The
first band of showers that would herald the hurricane hadn't arrived
yet, but I knew they weren't far off.  When they came, there wouldn't
be much chance of leaving at all.

   Coach said he would stay and go back for Dogwater.  Me and Danny and
Gary offered to go back with him.  Coach decided that to save room,
Gary ought to go back in the van.  In a sense, I hated that, because
Gary and I had just gotten to know each other, just gotten to be really
good friends.  But there wasn't anything to do but accept it, so I told
Gary I would call him when I got back to town, and we could get 
together and see a movie sometime or something.  "Or maybe go to your
room and mess around," was how I put it.  His eyes glowed with a sense
that we had a secret, and I knew he caught my meaning.

   We could see the traffic getting heavier.  Coach then assigned
Martin to drive the van and head on back home, while the three of us 
got into Danny's car and headed back for the cabin.  We were worried,
and nobody talked much on the way back.

    Danny grumbled a little about how often Dogwater seemed to always
roam off by himself.  Coach concentrated on driving.  That probably
was why he spotted Tommy Burge first.

   Tommy's about 14, and real pushy. He thinks he some kind of great
athlete, and acts like he thinks he's the most popular guy in school.
And suddenly there he was, standing by the side of the road with a
backpack, looking a little bit lost.

   Coach stopped and offered him a lift.  Tommy got in the back with 
me. The fact that a hurricane was coming seemed to have slowed Burge 
down a little.  We started on.  Burge looked at me and I gave him an 
evil grin.  That was because I knew something about him that nobody 
else knew.

                         ***

   It was something that happened last year, when we all had to take
our physicals.  Our school district requires that all students who 
participate in school sanctioned sports undergo an athletic physical by
a school physician.  I don't know the doctor's real name, but "Dr. 
Strangelove" is what we called the man.  Guys used to laugh about him.
He really loved to poke around. 

   I hate those physicals.  It's a madhouse.  When we arrive, it's
usually the Phys Ed teacher who tells us to remove our clothes, wait by 
our lockers and we will be called, 10 at a time to go to the Trainers 
Area for our physicals.  OK:  Get naked and wait, in other words.
Sure, great idea for horny teens, right?  Of course, no one waits by 
their locker...every one gravitates to the trainer area to 
"watch the action."  And to comment.

   I mean, you have to stand around naked forever.  And what is the
point of the whole thing?

   How many guys do you know that keeled over and died playing soccer 
or basketball because of a bad dick?  In fact, did a bad dick, or a
curved one, ever kill anybody?  Our physicals at school...blood
pressure, pulse, heart rate, weight, height, ears and eyes...these are
all examined in a total of 5 minutes.  Then, "Dr. Strangelove" spends 
an eternity poking, probing, pulling, yanking, rolling our most private
of areas. I am sure that guy really gets his goodies over that.

     Well, Tommy had never had to go through one of these exams before.
He had transferred in from somewhere out west last year, and because
that made him ineligible to play until this year, this was his first
time to take an exam with a lot of other guys around.

   Tommy was a guy that nobody could tell him a thing.  He knew the
answer to everything.  So me and a couple of guys had spent the last
week telling him about Dr. Strangelove.  We made up a lot of stuff: 
things about what the doctor would do, and how it would feel while he
was doing it.  In fact, some of the stuff we told him was so good, I 
started getting up a bone just thinking about it. 

   We told him that when the doctor tells you to cough, he can figure
from the sound just how much you've been jacking off.  But Tommy only
looked surprised and said, "Well, I hardly ever do that.  If you have
enough will power, you don't have to do stuff like that.  I want to be
a good athlete, not somebody who jerks off all the time."

   At the time, I didn't believe him.  But then, at the time I had
never seen that dick of his.  I got to see it while we were standing
in line for our physicals.  We were the last two to go in, and I had to
say his dick really looked almost untouched.

   What I mean is, before you ever start jerking off, your dick seems
real smooth.  But after the first year or two of whacking the hell out
of it every chance you get, you know how it turns darker and doesn't
have that smooth white look any more?  Well, Tommy's had that nearly
untouched look.  It wasn't too small, like he had never worked on it,
but it did look like he was telling the truth when he said he could
keep himself from beating it.  Shit, man, that's something I couldn't
ever do.  As long as I'm young and horny and happy, I'm gonna beat that
thing as much as I can.

   Well, like I say, we were the last of our section in line. While we
were standing there, some other guys, already stripped for the exam,
came up and stood behind us, crowding in.  They started talking about
sex stuff, the way guys do.  Stuff like which girls in school would
truly give blow jobs, and which ones would swallow the cum afterward.
It didn't bother me that much, although I was enjoying seeing some fine
dicks, but I noticed that Tommy seemed to almost freeze up inside.  At 
that time, it didn't occur to me that stuff like that might really get 
to him.

   The coach signaled me and Tommy to go in, and then he chased the 
others back, telling them that they weren't due until the next wave.
When coach saw we were inside, he closed the door and went to do some
other stuff.

   I knew by the look on Tommy's face that he must have been getting 
pretty excited.  Not that his dick was up, exactly, although I didn't
want people to think there was anything odd about me by taking too
close a look.  But the doc got him to stand on the bench by the table.
Tommy looked my way with the oddest look on his face; almost like
what a little kid will get when he's about to crap in his pants.

   The doctor reached down to touch his nuts, and to push his dick out
of the way, and boom!  Tommy shot off all over the doc's green Izod
golf shirt.  The doctor jumped back and Tommy turned beet red.  What
was worse was that, kind of like taking a leek, he couldn't turn it
off.  It just kept coming out.  And what was the weirdest of all, was
that his dick wasn't even hard.  I never had seen someone shoot off
without their dick ever getting up.

   The doc helped cover the situation pretty well.  He told Tommy to
shower and come right back, and then he stepped away and put on a white
medical jacket.  Then he began examining me.  By the time he was
through with me, Tommy was back.  Tommy was pale as a ghost.  I don't
know whether he was embarrassed, or just shocked at what had happened.
It's hard to know what to think about a guy who can not beat off and
just use will power instead.

   Anyhow, I took my time getting dressed so that I would be there when
Tommy came back to put on his clothes.

   "How did it go?"

   Tommy looked at me, halfway belligerent. "It went fine.  So shut 
up."

   I looked at his dick.  It seemed as untouched as it ever had.

   Suddenly, Tommy was pleading. "Don't tell anybody what happened.
The guys might think I'm weird or something."

   I decided to press my advantage.  "OK, I won't tell.  But you owe
me one.  Some day I'm gonna get my payment."  I didn't really know what
I meant by that, but I figured it sounded pretty good.  And since he
had a reputation for being kind of obnoxious at times, I thought it
would be fun to get him, in one way or another.  Also, I secretly
wanted to feel up that dick, to know what one that was almost untouched
would feel like to work on and fool with.

                        ***

   So now it was payback time.  He sat on the seat by me, and while we
rode, I reached over and put my hand on his fly.  He tensed up and
looked over at me.

   "Payback time" I whispered.  I felt a thrill run through me, and my
dick started up.  Tommy looked down at my pants and got an evil grin.
For just a moment, I swore that he wanted to grab my bone.

   But he didn't.  Damn.  Anyhow, I slipped my hand up the leg of his
walking shorts, and could feel his smooth white dick.  He gave a slight
shudder at my touch.  His jaw line grew firm, and I knew he was
clinching his teeth.  His dick stayed soft, but he was using all the
will power at his disposal.

   It was so smooth to the touch, like a baby's bottom or something.
I could touch the piss hole, and squeeze the head, and even pull on it,
and I knew he was reacting because some of the precum started to flow.
But the storm was getting worse, and I guess he was trying to 
concentrate on that to keep his dick soft.  But slowly it wasn't 
working, and that thing started up.  I was surprised that it was as
long as it was.  The head almost reached the end of his shorts.  It
seemed to tremble.

   As we started to turn off on the road leading to where our cabin 
was, a state trooper stationed by his car with a flashlight signaled us
to pull over.  He wanted to know where we were going, and coach 
explained that we were heading back to get someone.

   "I'm afraid if you go back, you will have to stay there until this
weather passes by," the trooper explained.  "The governor ordered an
evacuation of this area, and then ordered that it be sealed it off.  
Nobody goes in or out.  If you've got a student there and you need to 
get him, just be aware that you will have to remain at that place until
the winds die down."

   That was music to my ears, and I grinned at Tommy.  He just stayed
tense, and that dick of his stayed hard.  Coach and Danny were too
busy with the trooper to look into the back seat.  I was determined to
get Tommy really good.  Any time he tried to move, I punched a finger 
into his ribs and mouthed the words, "I will tell."  This was awesome.
This was true power.  I kept massaging the head of his dick, and he 
kept trying to hold back, but I could tell it wouldn't be long.  He was
like my prisoner, and I could do whatever I wanted to.

   The trooper let us go past, and in a few minutes we were back to the
cabin.  It seemed like night now, because the sky was black.  Just
before we got out, I finally released Tommy's dick.  My fingers were
sticky from the precum that had been flowing.  His dick was so rigid
and so sensitive to my touch, I know it was all he could do to keep
from firing off any second.

   We piled out, Tommy with his hand stuffed protectively in his 
pocket.  We ran in to the cabin, while sheets of rain begun suddenly 
falling.  I watched his tight round butt, as he raced ahead of me, and 
I was almost overcome with the desire to yank his shorts off and have 
him right there on the spot.  I suddenly realized that these days at 
Rococo Beach had made me horny as hell.  I was thinking stuff I had 
never thought before.  I was becoming a different me.  Maybe that's 
what growing up was about.

   The lights were on, and we were thankful that the electricity was 
still working.  The cabin was empty.  We stood there a moment, and I
guess all of us were wondering what to do about Dogwater.  All, that 
is, except Tommy, whose eyes were slightly out of focus as if he were 
on the verge of shooting off while desperately trying to hold it back.
It was all I could do to keep from getting him right then.

   Imagine a guy who has so much self control that he never beats off,
and yet can shoot off at the slightest touch to his dick.  I was 
actually amazed he hadn't shot off in the car.  That guy had will 
power.

   "Where's Dogwater?" coach asked.  Naturally, none of knew any more 
than he did.  But we shrugged our shoulders.

   It was then that we heard a noise coming from coach's room, the
forbidden sanctuary at the far end of the room.  We all took off for
that door like a flash.

   Inside, Dogwater sat forlornly on the bed, clutching his "journal."
His whole face lit up when he saw us.  "I thought nobody would know I
was missing," he said. "I came back in for my journal, and everybody
took off without me."

   "Oh fuck!" Danny griped, but I could tell he was as glad as the rest
of us that Dogwater was OK.

   "And who told you that you could use my room?" coach asked.  But he
grinned while he said it.  Then he added, "If we're gonna stay here,
we better try to get some food from the kitchen to eat.  It could be
a long night."

   As if in answer to that, the lights went out.  Not just in our 
cabin, but all up and down the beach.  There was total darkness now.

   "There's some chips and things in the kitchen area," Danny said.  He
started for the door, and Tommy and Dogwater rushed to go with him.  I
think Tommy wanted to get away from me and my dick rub, and Dogwater
wanted to show he appreciated us coming back, and wanted to help.

   Coach called after them, "If the  wind gets too high, just stay over
there until it passes!"  They waved their flashlight to let him know
they understood.  At about that same moment, debris hit the windows
and roof of our cabin, and coach and I ran around closing the wooden
panels that served to shutter the windows in winter.

   When everything was closed, it shielded a lot of the noise, and the
storm seemed far away.  I was suddenly aware of the fact that the two 
of us were together, with nobody else around.

   "Come on back into my room," coach said.  He led me there and closed
the door.  "You've had a lot of experiences this spring and summer,
haven't you?"

   I knew he was talking about the stuff at school, with guys getting
stripped buck naked, and also the time they got me in the bathroom.

   "Yes, sir."

   "And your friend Paul moved away to California, right?"

   I nodded. Somehow that seemed now like it had all happened a long 
time ago.

   "But you've made some new friends down here on this trip?"

   "I sure have."

   "Good. I'm glad.  That's why I wanted you to come."

   Coach moved over and sat on the bed.  I came over and stood there
beside him, wondering what to do next.  He had slipped out of his
clothes which were soaking wet, and I slipped out of mine also.

   Coach pulled me over to him.  "I've been waiting a long time for 
this," he said, his eyes watching mine to see my response.  He reached
for my dick and began stroking it.  I could smell his warm, musky, 
adult male smell.  He pulled me closer.  The fact that we had nothing
on, that my skin and his were rubbing together, that he was pulling me
into him even as he stroked on my dick, was the sexiest experience I 
had ever had.

   He leaned forward and began sucking my dick, even as his hands began
stroking my butt and his fingers found my asshole.  They were 
experienced fingers, and they knew exactly how to reach and how much to
push in.

   My dick reached the back of his throat at the same moment his 
fingers found the ecstasy spot inside me, and I moved forward into him
as his lips closed around my hairs and balls.  That finger rotating up
my ass was driving me wild, and the tongue and throat and suction he 
had going with his mouth was bringing me to a peak.  It was like I
could close my eyes and somehow be inside him, just the way his fingers
were inside me.  When I started to shudder, he knew I was going to 
shoot.  He wrapped one arm around me and rolled backward onto the bed,
while his finger's went crazy inside my butt and his tongue and throat 
had such a hold on my dick it was like they couldn't let go.

   I shot and shot and shot, rolling crazily all over the bed holding
onto him just like he was holding on to me.  When it was finally over,
I was drenched in sweat.  He was too.  He grinned at me.

   "You're quite a guy," he said.  Outside it was black darkness, a
howling wind, and driving sheets of rain.  In here I felt great.  It
was like somebody really loved me.  My dick was going down, exhausted
by the fury of the cum barreling out, but I felt a warmth that made
me want to rub coach's legs, body, dick...yes!  I touched his dick,
which was already hard.  I stroked it, felt its strength, felt it move
within my grasp, felt my fingers massaging it to a peak.

   "Wait," he said.  Leaning toward me, he took my face in his hands,
pulling me forward until out lips met.  He kissed me. Not just on the
lips, but with his tongue going inside my mouth.  That was the same
tongue that had driven my dick wild.  Now it was doing the same with
my tongue.  His seemed to have a life of its own.  I shuddered with the
sensation.

   He pulled me face forward onto the bed, then rolled me over so I
was looking up at him.  He got between my legs, standing beside the
bed, and his fingers began the steady, probing movement up into my
hole, while he leaned over me.  When he was ready, he lifted my legs
onto his muscular shoulders, inserted that mighty dick of his, and
leaned down close to my face as he thrust inward and upward into my
ass.

   His strokes were measured, gaining slowly in intensity, and with his
face so close to mine, I could feel his breathe going across my lips
as his whole body picked up speed.  I could feel him inside me, and
on top of me, and it was like I was almost feeling his muscles move.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his chest as he reached his
climax.  When he shot, it was like he was lifting me up with him, and
when it was over, we both collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

   This was perfect:  me and coach together, all of us down here riding
out a storm.  I heard the cabin door open and slam closed, and knew
they were back with food.  Suddenly, I was hungry.  Coach reached over
and touched my dick.  It started up.  We were safe here, since nobody
ever entered coach's room when the door was closed.

   But that door to his room opened unexpectedly.  

   "What are you all doing?" a surprised voice asked.

   It was Tommy.

               (End of Part 6)
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