Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1998 16:51:59 -0500
From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject: Letter Club Part 4

            Letter Club
             Part 4

   It was really wild now.  Guys were shouting and making noise, and
I went and stood over where I could see Gary.  His hands were still
tied behind his head, but the rest of the ropes were hanging loose, and
the cord still hung over his shoulder that had been strung between us,
but it was no longer pulling on his dick.  The huge butt buster stuck
out from his butt like it was a tail.

   But it was his dick and balls that were the center of attention.
When someone had said his dick head had swollen, they were right.  Now
it's true that I had red spots on my dick from the salve too, but for
some reason, the stuff they had put on Gary's had made the head really
swell.  Circumcised as he was, the ridge of his head made it seem
enormous, as if the head was a lid on top of his pole, something that
could be lifted off.  I was so carried away with what I saw, that for a
little while I forgot I was buck naked.

   In fact, what made me realize it was that some little kids, like 12
or 13 years old, came up and stood beside me and got to pointing my
dick and laughing.  When I was their age, I didn't get to look at big
guys' dicks, and I didn't think they should either.  I lunged for one
of them and realized it was Skeeter.  He sat on the back row by me in
study hall, and he had the well-deserved reputation of being able to
"think off" during class.

   I would look over at him, and he would get this secretive look on
his face, like a little kid peeing under water.  He would begin to rock
slightly, and his legs would tense, and then his face would give a
shudder of sheer ecstasy.  When the trembling stopped, he would give
me an evil grin and point down at the front of his pants.  There would
be a little stain there that he claimed was cum.  Me, I never checked
it out.  I mean, if he was that weird, I didn't want to know about it.

   Skeeter slipped out of my grasp, pointing at my bone and laughing.
He and the others took off into the darkness, but he called over his
shoulder "Come watch us later.  We're gonna have some fun."

   I didn't know what he meant.  I was beginning to get irked that
these little kids who were just freshmen were hanging around our letter
club initiation.  I was mad, but I was also feeling horny again.
Standing around buck naked always seems to do that to me.

   I went back over to where Danny and the rest were.  They had let
Gary loose, at least they had untied everything except the chord around
his dick, and he still had his hands tied behind his head.  Danny
grabbed Gary's dick and pumped on it like it was a pump handle, or a
tire jack.

   "I guess this is why they call it jacking off," Danny joked, "but
you don't seem to be getting any results, Gary."

   I could see that with the way they had the cord wound around his
dick and balls, it didn't look like he would be able to shoot off.  But
Gary's face showed that the emotions he was getting were the same thing
as shooting off, it was just that nothing happened.

   "Tell you what I'm gonna do, Gary.  I'll put you in a rowboat, and
see if you can get yourself untied and get back to shore.  OK?"

   The crowd started laughing and shouting again.  As Danny led him
away, people turned and went to other places.  They went back to other
people being initiated.  For them, the show was over.  The flames still
leaped up from the oil drum, and I saw a guy with a small gasoline can
which I guess fueled the thing.  Danny motioned to me to come along
with him.  I did, but I stayed a little bit back from them, so that
Gary wouldn't be embarrassed by having me watch whatever it was going
to be.

   Another guy joined Danny, and they got Gary into the boat, where he
lay sort of up and down, lying lengthwise but his butt rested on the
seat in the middle where the oars would have been.  It raised him up
all right, and had the effect of his dick being like a mast waiting to
have its sail raised.  At the stern, they tied each of Gary's ankles to
a winch there, so that he was unable to jump out unless he could get
himself untied.  His hands, tied behind his head, were also tied to
something they had wedged on the floor.

   From out of his sight, I looked at Gary.  There was something
awesome about that: his long legs tied apart, so that even his muscles
couldn't pull them together, his 6 pack flexing, his dick standing
tall, and every muscle in his body aching to shoot off.  At that
moment, Danny set him adrift, and then he came over to me.

   "Come along and watch this. It ought to be great."

   Actually, I thought it was pretty dangerous, setting someone adrift
in a boat, where the person couldn't get free to help himself.  I told
Danny so, but he shook his head.  He lead me down the bank, where
bushes obscured us from the boat and the water, and we turned a curve
and found ourselves at a little inlet.  There in front of us were those
freshmen that had been laughing earlier.  I saw Skeeter pulling on a
rope.  Danny explained it to me.

   "There's a rope attached to the boat, and Skeeter and these guys are
pulling it in to here.  Gary won't know.  He'll think he's drifting
down the creek."

   The younger ones didn't see us, and we stood back as they pulled
Gary in.  Even from where I stood, though, I could see their faces
beam and their eyes shine.  They obviously were going to have a good
time.

   As the boat came into view, Skeeter cried out, "Hey, what is this?"

   They pulled the boat to shore, and crowded around it.  Gary stayed
tied as they all looked.

   "That's an odd way to tie your dick.  Did it try to run away?"

   Gary glared up at Skeeter.  "At least I don't think off in class,
you little wimp."

   That turned out to be the wrong thing to say.  Skeeter reached down
and started pulling on Gary's balls.  "What did you say?  And where
did you get these big hairy oranges from?"

   Gary twisted and cussed him, but didn't say anything more until
finally he asked, "Are you guys gonna untie me?"

   That was wishful thinking.  Skeeter was enjoying playing with Gary's
balls too much.  For a guy as small as Skeeter, this would probably be
his only chance to climb all over a big jock athlete and do whatever
he wanted to his body.  Skeeter could wrap both hands around Gary's
dick, and half of the dick still stuck out beyond them.

   "What will you do for me if I get this cord unwound from your dick?"

   "I'll promise not to beat you up."

   "Not good enough," Skeeter replied, and began rubbing the top of
the head of Gary's dick.  The red spots were going down, but if his
dick was anything like mine, it still itched like hell.  Gary writhed
as Skeeter did that, and Skeeter's buddies crowded around.

   "Will you suck us off?" Skeeter asked, as he continued rubbing the
red spots.

   Gary answered through clinched teeth, as he continued to writhe,
"Shit no I won't.  Can't nobody ever make me do that." My dick twitched
when I heard that, and I remembered my time with Gary.

   "We'll see about that," Skeeter said, unzipping his pants.  The
other young ones helping him gathered closer.  I couldn't see from
where I was, but suddenly Gary called out, "You call that think a dick?
It looks more like a zit that came to a head."  This made the others
laugh as well, and it got Skeeter angry.

   "I'll show you who's got a dick" he said.  I moved to where I could
see a little better, and realized Skeeter was untying the cord that had
been tied on Gary's dick, the thing that prevented him from shooting
off.  I could see pretty well now, because the younger ones had started
crouching beside Gary, bending low over him.  Busily working, they were
all over Gary's body, like little ants examining a gigantic prize.
They seemed to be moving their hands along his legs, and some were bent
over his feet.  As Skeeter untied the cord, one of them seemed to be
checking out Gary's balls.

   "Hey!  You take your hands off my balls, or I'll -"

   "You'll what?  Shut up or we'll do worse than that to you."

   By now the cords were completely off Gary's dick.  The massive poll
pointed skyward, and as Gary twisted, it hit Skeeter in the eye.

   "Oow!  That hurt!"

   "I'll put your damned eye out with it if you don't untie me," Gary
practically snarled.

   "Not till we're through."  Skeeter now had his pants pulled all the
way down, and he was waving his dick in Gary's face.  "I'm gonna make
you shoot off and when I'm through, I'm gonna shoot off all over you!"

   I figured Skeeter was probably 13, but I was pretty sure that for a
guy who could "think off" in study hall, he probably hadn't had much
real, on-the-job experience whacking somebody's meat for them.  I mean,
he could have done some of that jerk off stuff with the others his age,
but I wondered if he would even know how to handle a pole the size of
Gary's.  As I had learned from experience in the past year, there are a
lot of ways to work a dick.

   But he didn't let inexperience hold him back.  He grabbed that
massive thing, found he couldn't get his small hands all the way
around it like he wanted to, so he began working the head with both
hands.  Gary was probably ready to shoot anyway, what with all he had
been through tonight, but with Skeeter's handjob, it was all over in
about 30 seconds.

   The look on Skeeter's face when Gary's load was firing off into
space, was a sight to see.  Cum splattered all over both of them.
Skeeter even had some dripping from his nose.  But on his face was a
look of triumph.  It was the ultimate power trip, to be jacking off a
really big guy who couldn't stop him.

   He didn't try to wipe any of the stuff off, he just grabbed his own
dick and in a matter of seconds shot off also.  From a distance, I
couldn't tell if it was much, but it didn't seem to be.  Anyhow, in
study hall he could only get enough to make a small spot.  But give
that kid another year, or maybe two, and he would probably be the
biggest meat jerker, cocksman, and dick handler in all of Hinson.

   I turned to Danny.  "That Skeeter's got a kind of cute butt, you
know what I mean?"

   Danny gave me an evil minded grin.  "Another day, Taylor.  I think
we better call time on this initiation tonight, and bring it all to an
end."

   And that's what he did.  The flames from the oil drum died down, and
soon we were in semi-darkness.  It did not take long before we had our
clothes back, and were sitting again in the rear of the pickup, on our
way back into town.  I didn't tell Gary that I had seen what happened
with him and Skeeter, but at one point he mumbled something about some
little kid he was going to teach a lesson to.  I ignored it, because I
knew Gary didn't carry grudges, and by tomorrow it would all be a bunch
of wild tales that everybody would scare next year's members about.

   When we got out at the school, I asked Gary if he wanted to spend
the night at my house.  I was sort of surprised when he agreed.  Maybe
tonight had taught Gary some things, or brought out some of the urges
inside him.  Gary's father is real easy on him about rules, and Gary
said he didn't even need to call home.

   We had to sneak in quietly.  Even though my folks wouldn't mind if
somebody spent the night, they'd want to get up and meet him and stuff
like that.  I just wanted to get Gary into bed with me, but I knew we
would need to shower first, since we were both sweaty and filthy.

   Once up in my room, we scurried into the bathroom and got in the
shower together.  It was funny: any other time I would have been
embarrassed and worried at being up a bone, but tonight after all we
had been through, it didn't matter.  I saw Gary was still hard too.  We
had to talk quietly above the sound of running water, so our voices
wouldn't echo and wake my parents.

   "How does your butt feel?"

   Gary shrugged, lathering himself with soap.  "Not too bad, I guess.
It's my dick I'm worried about."

   I looked down,  That great big bone kept poking against me every
time either one of us moved.  Naturally, once I realized that, I tried
to move as much as I could.  It was great to see it bump, bounce, and
swing.

   "Lemme see," I said, taking the head of it into my fingers.  Gary
gave a jerk, but didn't really stop me.  I could see the red spots on
the head had gone away.  I fingered that head a little.  It was the
most magnificent thing I had ever seen.  "It looks like your bone - I
mean dick - is in good shape.  What's the problem?"

   Gary leaned closer.  "The problem is...even with as much as I've
shot off today, I'm still horny as hell.  I just can't stand it.  I
shoot off and then I'm ready to shoot off again."

   "And that's a problem?"  I grinned at him.

   "What if guys on the team knew about it?  What if they knew the
stuff you and I did today?"  He seemed troubled.

   I nodded, but explained, "Gary, if there's one bunch of people you
don't have to worry about that around, it's guys like Danny and some
of the others.  Just don't start telling everybody. The only ones who
would ever figure it out are guys that it wouldn't matter to."

   He seemed relieved at that.  I was glad he did.  I was also glad to
see that his bone hadn't gone down at all.  I wanted us to get finished
so we could pile into my bed and I could really have at that stud.

   We dried each other off.  When I started moving my towel over his
back, his hips, his butt, and then down and under where his balls
were, he responded with a horny groan.  He was relaxed, but his
muscles tensed in excitement.

   "Got to get you dry down there.  You don't want to get an itch or
anything."

   "Damn right.  Just keep it up."

   From behind, I reached around in front of him, and with my towel
began drying his dick and pubes. He was really turned on.  When he
began drying me, I wondered what he would do, how far he would go.  I
needn't have worried.  He and his towel were all over me, rubbing me in
places I didn't even know I had.

   When we got back into my room, I think we were both so hot, we
started in right away.  I lay beside him, and then crawled around
between his strong, muscled legs.  I took his dick, or at least the
magnificent head, in my mouth.  He groaned as I massaged his balls.

   They were powerful balls, smooth to the touch and with a light
amount of hair on them.  But they were his balls, and as such I was
crazy in love with everything about them.  My fingers danced around
them, stroking, touching, lifting, moving.  He began to respond to my
rhythm.  It was like lying between powerful pistons that flexed and
moved, while I sucked the hell out of the throttle.  That dick's shaft
had a life of its own, and I sensed the muscles getting ready to shoot
long before Gary alerted me.  I knew it would be a violent eruption,
but I wasn't prepared for the force with which it hit the back of my
throat.  I almost started choking, but began to suck, swallow, and
shift the shaft around so that it did not all keep hitting the same
spot.

   At last it was over.  As I swallowed the last, I took his shaft and
worked my fingers up the channel to the tip, squeezing the last bit of
cum out of it.  Gary kept making husky noises of appreciation.  His
eyes were glazed and tired, but I could sense this was his most sexual
moment so far.

   "Thanks, dude," he said.  He reached down and touched my head, then
ran his strong hands along my face.  "I'll do you now."

   With that, this mighty jock pulled me up to him, laid me beside him,
and reaching down began sucking on my dick.  I stroked his face while
he sucked, and when I was about to cum, I didn't tell him that I was.
I wanted to see how he would react to my load this time.  But Gary just
increased his tongue's jacking of my dick, and when I shot my joyous
juice, he didn't try to escape the load.  If anything, he increased his
efforts. As I shot, I knew we would be friends for a long time to come.
I was glad we were in the letter club.  I wondered what the
future held.

             (End of Part 4)
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