Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 12:16:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough  Chapter Thirty One

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE      Hail and Farewell  (Conclusion)

The varsity squad came to school that Friday morning still thinking of the
things that had happed at Sam's cookout the previous night.  They smiled at
memories of Josh's streak and looked forward to his required payback
streak.  They also laughed to themselves that Ryan, so shy and proper, had
actually shot off from getting Sam's frozen hot dog up his tail.

Jennings arrived somewhat hung over and in a somber mood.  Nothing had been
going right lately.  Chet screwing Josh was what started it all, he was
sure.  Jennings couldn't forget how his former best friend had gone out on
his own to experiment sexually.  He knew Chet couldn't be gay.  If Chet was
gay, that would be like saying he was gay too.  Jennings couldn't accept
that for a minute.

The one bright spot was his upcoming date with Betty Foster tonight.  When
he had dumped her for Roxie last year, she had been furious.  He kept
hearing from other guys and girls that she swore she would get even with
him no matter how long it took.  And now here she was, inviting him to come
over...when her parents would be out for the evening no less.  His life got
even better when the coach said they wouldn't have any practice this
afternoon.  Instead he wanted everybody in the gym at two, to tell them all
together which guys were good enough for the team this fall, and which ones
could try out for Junior Varsity and which ones might want to choose
another sport.

The prospect of a date and maybe even sex with Betty Foster did have one
misgiving in it for Jennings.  The size of his dick, particularly when
tumescent, had always been a problem when it came to girls.  It scared
them.  Worse than that, it didn't easily fit into any openings they had,
not the vagina, not the mouth, not even the anus (although he had tried it
with Betty there once).  He tried to put those thoughts and memories out of
his head.  He resolved to tell himself that this was going to be a great
day.

When the team including all the try-outs gathered at two, the mood of the
varsity was glum.  Word had spread about Jennings' behavior the previous
night, and no one even thought about getting Grove Hill back for the way
they treated Ryan.  The attitude seemed to be `let's just get this school
year over with and we'll regroup over the summer.'

Ted and Sam sat together and Ted said "After graduation we don't have to
worry about whether we're going to be gay or not."

Sam nodded.  "We leave all that behind."  Then after a moment, he whispered
to Ted, "But we can still take Josh for a ride in the woods, can't we?"

Ted thought about it.  "We can if we don't do anything."

"But that's no fun."

"Well maybe we won't want to do that after we graduate.  Didn't your uncle
say those feelings all go away?"

Sam nodded thoughtfully.  Then he turned to Ted and said sadly, "But I kind
of like those feelings."

Coach Wilson called them all to order, and began reading out the list of
those who would be eligible for the varsity in the fall.  They would be the
ones expected to show up for practice in August.  The names not mentioned
were free to go.

Ricky's name was not on the list.  He hadn't expected it to be.  He only
went out for spring practice because his brothers required him to do it.
Ever since he got in trouble with Zack in the boys bathroom, his brothers
had ridden herd on him all the time.  He felt like he couldn't take it any
more.

As the ones selected joined together to congratulate each other, those not
chosen filed out; school was over for the day.  Ricky was one of them.  His
brothers required him to go straight home when practice was over, but they
didn't know practice was cancelled.  So Ricky enjoyed his freedom, wandered
downtown and spent the afternoon looking in store windows and just being
away from all the things that bugged him.

He didn't know that Tip and Buck, getting off from the mill a little early,
spotted him as they came home through town.  When they got to the house
they told Clem, so all three were waiting when Ricky sauntered innocently
through the front door at 4:30.

There was quite a scene.  Ricky was even criticized for not making the
team, though he kept pointing out that he had never played on a team before
and wasn't in the same league as those chosen.  He went back to his room
where, a few moments later, he heard them saying "Let's stake him out in
the back yard again."  "Yeah, it's late enough that Chester will want some
supper."  "You got some of that gravy to pour on him?"

Ricky made a fateful decision.  He couldn't stay there any more.  He
quietly raised the window, and jumped out onto the ground.  He left the
back way and they wouldn't know he was gone until they came to his room.
He was going to leave forever, hitch a ride from the truck stop.  But he
wanted to tell Josh goodbye first.  Plus he needed somewhere to spend the
night.




Jennings sensed the team's reaction to him at the meeting with the coach.
He didn't care.  He was fed up with them all.  He had a date tonight, and
he would worry about the future tomorrow.

Before he went over to Betty Foster's, he had one last bit of meanness to
accomplish.  He got ready for the date, then grabbed something he needed,
and headed out to his car.  He was going to see Chet.  He had something for
him.

He had a gleeful smile when Chet opened his door to his knock.

"Surprise, Chet!"

Chet was still bitter from the way he had been treated the night before.
He looked Jennings up and down and waited for more.

"Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"OK."  He stepped aside and Jennings walked into the living room.

"Anybody home?"

"Just me."

"Good.  Then we can talk up front here."  He paused, then said "I've got a
proposition for you, Chet.  Under this plan, you have a choice.  One way
you get the cage off in 36 hours, Sunday morning to be precise.  The other
way it stays on until graduation with no time offs."

"I don't recall getting any time offs so far, so why would I expect one?"

"Graduation is still a few weeks away.  I can promise you it'll only get
harder to take if you don't get some relief."

"OK, what do I have to do?"

Jennings produced a blue pill.  "Swallow this and Sunday morning I'll come
by bright and early and take that cage off.  I mean permanently off."

"What's in the pill?"

Jennings grinned.  "That's not important.  Will you take it, or does the
cage stay on until we march out of that auditorium with our diplomas?"

Chet had been desperate.  Now he wasn't so sure.  He knew Jennings must be
up to something.  But there didn't seem to be time to think it over.
Reluctantly he took the pill and swallowed it.

"Good man, Chet."  Jennings looked triumphant.  "You'll get that cage off
in 36 hours, but I can assure you that it will be the worst 36 hours of
your life."

"Huh?"

"It's Viagra, Chet.  When that thing wants to bone and the cage won't let
it, you'll be living through hell."  He turned to go.  "Good luck, sucker."

Chet silently cursed him as he watch Jennings walk away. Then he turned and
went to the phone.  He called Matt and fortunately got him just before he
left for Josh's.  He told Matt what was going to happen in a short space of
time, and Matt agreed he could come over to Josh's.

"Still willing to let Josh fuck you as payback?"  Matt asked.

"Yeah" he reluctantly agreed.  He could already feel his dick getting a
little pudgy.  "I don't like it but I'll do it.  Matt, I've just got to get
free."

"OK, meet me at Josh's in about 20 minutes.  I'll get there ahead of you
and prepare Josh for what's about to happen."  Matt had hoped this would be
an evening for just himself and Josh.  But maybe things would work out
anyway.




Jennings arrived at Betty's without a care in the world.  This would be a
perfect evening, he was sure of that.  She met him at the door, and she
looked great.  She was wearing some really strong perfume, but he liked
that.  She got him to sit on the sofa, while she put some music on.

"Dinner's finishing cooking in the oven" she explained.

Jennings was impressed. `You're sure got great ventilation here.  There's
no smells from the kitchen coming this way."

"Yes, well let me check on things back there."

Then she went back and returned shortly with a drink for each of them.

"Here's to us" she said.

He took a sip.  Probably it was because he had had too much to drink last
night, but the taste of the alcohol in the coke made him give an unexpected
shudder.  She looked up in alarm.

"Is it too strong?"  She reached out for his glass, but he pulled it back.

"No.  Just one of those `hair of the dog' things.  I partied too much last
night.  Don't worry.  They haven't invented the drink that's too strong for
me."

"Maybe this time" Betty said quietly under her breath.  To him she said,
"You settle back on the sofa.  In about five minutes things will be ready."
She reached out and touched his cheek.  Jennings glowed.  There was no
doubt women loved him.  They'd put up with anything and still invite him
back.  He was indeed the man.

The drink was very relaxing.  After a few moments he took several more
swallows of the liquid, and he felt very comfortable.  He didn't hear any
sounds coming from the kitchen, and he wondered if she was actually doing
anything back there.  Women, you could never tell about them.

Then without warning several guys stood in front of him.  He blinked and
tried to stand up.  His legs wouldn't let him.  They took his hands and
held them away from his body and began stripping him.  What was weird was
that they weren't saying anything.  He tried to speak but his voice seemed
slurred.

That was when Jason Bratton, Grove Hill's team captain, grinned.  "You look
a little wasted, Jennings."

He was removing Jennings' shirt.  Two guys were undoing his belt and soon
his slacks and shorts were gone as well.

Rico Sanchez took hold of his dick and pulled it as far as it would reach.
Jennings tried to shake himself awake but nothing was happening except for
the pain he felt from Rico's incessant tugging.  He wondered if it was
possible to actually pull someone's dick completely off.

"Big one!" Sanchez said jovially.  "You'll have an even bigger one when I
finish stretching it."  He laughed.  Jennings couldn't figure out what was
going on.

Once he was stripped, they put a collar on him, one with rings on either
side.  Cuffing his hands and attaching them to the rings, he looked like
the kid in "Home Alone" who slapped himself on the face and screamed.  Even
in his stupor, there was a feeling of deep fear.  If his hands were held up
beside his ace, he couldn't protect himself from anything.

"Hey Betty, we're leaving" Jason called.  "You want his clothes?  We're
taking him in his own car, so we've got the keys and stuff."

She came back up front.  Looking Jennings up and down, his freckled,
muscled body and his freckled, red pulled dick, she scoffed.  "So you
thought I'd ever forgive you for what you tried to do to me last year?  Not
on your life.  Yes Jason, I'll take his clothes.  I'll take them out in the
back yard and burn them."

Before she picked them up by the tip of her finger, holding them away as if
they were contaminated, she took what was left of his drink and threw it in
his face.

"She don't like you much" Rico said, and gave another vicious and
protracted pull on Jennings' dick.  He tried to double over but two guys
held him too firmly.  That inspired Rico to grab his balls, while his dick
still swung back and forth, and give them a pull also.  "Fun tonight!" Rico
grinned.

Ken Hale and Trey Cotton got in Jennings' car.  They put him in the back
with Rico, and then Ken got up front with Jason.  The two wresters who had
gone with them when they nabbed Ryan were going to drive the car they had
arrived in, which actually was Rico's, but he had a suspended license for
what was claimed to be a DUI charge.  Some more of the team rode with them.




Josh and Matt greeted Chet when he got to the front porch, and got him
inside right away.  Both were worried by the look on his face.

Chet was plainly in torment.  The cage was holding his expanding dick so
tightly that red marks could be seen.  Matt got to work on the cage, and
quickly unlocked it.  Removing it took a little bit of team work so as not
to cause pain.  Chet kept his hands away so Josh and Matt together could
get it off.

Once it was free, it tried to work toward a full length erection, but it
was having trouble doing that.  It showed the effects of the cock cage that
had pressed against it.  Josh and Matt both looked at Chet's body, the
muscles, the trail of dark hair going down to his pubes.  The effect of the
drug was obvious.  The balls looked huge, and even with its problems the
dick was hanging very long.  All that cum was waiting for release.  Josh
particularly seemed surprised at how big Chet's stuff looked.

"I didn't remember it as being that big" he said.

"The drug makes it do that.  Your remember Jennings gave you one of those
pills that day at the creek.  You kept looking at your dick like it didn't
belong to you," Chet explained.

"Oh, so that's why Josh's never got that size again" Matt said innocently.

"Matt, don't put me down.  It's plenty big.  When I get it in Chet in a few
minutes you can ask him how big it feels."

"Anything to get off," Chet explained.

There was a knock at the front door.  Josh was still in shorts so he
hurried down.  There wasn't supposed to be anybody coming by tonight.  He
was totally boned and could hardly wait to plunge into Chet, and he didn't
want any interruptions.

As he opened the front door, Ricky pushed inside, still panting from his
quick run over.  He was so excited Josh didn't have a way to stall him.

"Josh, I've had it.  I'm running away tonight.  Can I stay out in the tree
house just until dawn?"  Sweat stood out on his forehead and his hair was
damp.

Josh felt a sinking in his stomach.  Of all the bad times to decide to come
by, this was it. He was about to get to really fuck Chet, and now Ricky was
here with this announcement.

"Running away?  How far?  Who knows about it?"

"I finally realized I'll never be free of my brothers if I stay.  I've just
got to get away from them.  Can I stay out back and do you have a blanket
or something I could lie on?"

"Um...sure, Ricky.  But let's talk about it.  It's just that right now-"

Ricky interrupted him.  "I don't want to go home.  I can't take it there
any more.  Whatever happens to me out in the world, it's better than what I
get right now every day."

Josh was genuinely worried for Ricky.  "I wish I could tell you to stay
here and live with my family, but I don't think my folks..."

"No, I don't want to be beholden to anybody.  I want to get so far away
that people there would never have even heard of Alabama, much less
Hinson."

Ricky's voice was emotional and louder than normal.  Matt appeared at the
top of the stairs.  "Everything all right down there?" he asked.

Ricky looked up and grinned.  "Hi Matt!  Hey I didn't mean to interrupt
anything if you're busy."

"What's up?"  Matt was trying to take in the situation, since he knew Josh
and Ricky had some sort of connection.

"I'm leaving town or running away or whatever you want to call it.  I just
came by to say goodbye to Josh."

Matt had a devilish idea.  "Why don't you come up and sit for a while?
Chet's here too."

>From Josh's room down the hall, Chet's voice called out "I don't know who
that is, but you sure better not let him come in here and see me this way!"

Ricky heard that too, and turned to Josh.  "What's he talking about, what
way is that?  What's going on up there?"

"Um...  I guess it's OK.  Jennings put a cock cage on Chet and then just a
little while ago fed him a Viagra pill.  Matt took the cage off."

Ricky was baffled.  "Matt has the key to Chet's cage?  Matt's just 14, Chet
could just grab the key."

"It's more complicate than that."

Matt of course could overhear all this.  He beckoned them upstairs, where
Ricky saw a fully naked Chet with a badly misshapen dick.  Ricky was a good
judge of bodies, after all he had played with enough of them, and Chet was
in excellent physical condition...except for his dick.  It looked like it
had been squeezed in several places, leaving ridges and bright red marks.

The cage lay on the bed, its chrome rings and links chains lying harmless
and discarded.  He could imagine how tough it had been for anybody to have
an erection in overdrive trying to escape from that.  Chet fingered his
dick trying to get the circulation flowing evenly again.  As they explained
all of Jennings' plots and maneuverings to Ricky, Chet's dick responded to
the Viagra.  It had been trying to rise, but now after Chet's massaging
restored circulation, it slowly rose until it was hard as steel, upright
and rigid.

"What are you all going to do?" Ricky asked.

Matt explained "Josh wanted to fuck Chet to get even with him for doing the
same to him.  I agreed to take the cage off for that, but the way things
are going lately, I'm not sure I want to put it back on."

Ricky was amazed.  "You mean it's going to happen right now?"

"His folks are away until later tonight, and this was a comfortable place
to do it."

Ricky thought a minute. "Can I stay and watch?"

"No!" Chet said.  "There's enough people watching me already.  Anyway I
don't like an audience."

"What are you going to do, Matt?"

"I'm spending the night here with Josh."

"No, I mean right now while Josh gets that bone of his activated."  Josh
had already dropped his shorts and briefs again.  Ricky watched Josh's dick
and felt a twinge inside about leaving.  That dick had been inside him, and
now it was about to start going into Chet.

"Oh.  I...well, I'm going to give Chet a hand job while Josh fucks him."

Ricky laughed.  "And people think I'm weird..."  Then after a moment's
thought, he asked "Hey, can I fuck Josh while he fucks Chet?"

"NO!"  A chorus of voices sounded at once.  Matt didn't want Ricky invading
the territory he was going to claim later tonight, Chet who didn't know
Matt's plans just wanted Josh's butt to stay empty since he was here, and
Josh wanted to have Chet without anything else going on.

Matt handed Josh a condom.  Josh had already gotten a jar of Vaseline out
of his folks' medicine cabinet.  As a last desperate measure, Ricky asked
"Can Chet blow me while all this is going on?"

Josh saw this as a last opportunity to pay Chet back for all the trouble he
had caused.  "Yes, Ricky.  OK with you, Chet?"

Matt spoke up.  "Chet doesn't have much choice.  It's my call whether the
cage goes back on or not.  I'm content to leave it off, provided Chet
cooperates."

"I'd rather have Ricky blow me" Chet said.

They all looked at each other. "I'm afraid that's not an option" Matt said.
"You knew the arrangement.  It's Josh in you, and me working you off."

Chet was still getting the indentions and red marks off his dick.  It was
truly boned now, but it seemed the cage had nearly done almost permanent
harm.  Chet looked down at it.  "It acts like it's afraid to really bone
completely, like maybe it thinks it going to hurt if it does.  I bet if
Ricky blew it, things would work out fine."

"I'm not blowing you" Ricky said.  "I'm asking you to blow me."

Matt realized things were getting out of hand.  He had not intended this to
be a sex show.  He had to take control.




The Grove Hill guys were totally carried away and anxious to get to work on
their prisoner.  Everyone in the car was boned except Jennings, but with
Rico at work, even that might possible soon.  Their first stop was at Ken
Hale's old Cub Scout hut, which his father had built for him at the back of
their property years ago.  Never used after Ken got into sports and into
high school, he had cleared it out and fixed it up specifically for
tonight.

Jennings' mind was clearing as he they hauled him inside.  There seemed to
be maybe ten of them, maybe twelve.  He kept trying to look around, but
they kept pushing and turning him.  Plus that damn Rico wouldn't stay away
from his dick.  Jennings hated guys like that.  Rico would grab it and say
"Let's run" even while other guys were pushing him along.  He would buck
and almost fall.  Without the use of his hands and arms, if he fell it
would be bad.

"Put him over the saw horses" Jason said.

A pair of saw horses sat side by side.  Each had padding on the top.  They
unceremoniously threw him over them, and then spread his legs cuffing them
to the legs of the sawhorse on his side.  He was spread out and he knew
they'd be going for his butt before long.  When he tried to raise up,
someone by his head hit him on the skull, making him woozy for the moment.
Behind him Rico still held his dick, and was pulling it through his legs so
that it was pointing backwards.

"Let's see how far back we can stretch it" he said.  Some guys
laughed. Others were busy getting paddles.  It was not until he saw the
dildo that Jennings began to totally panic.  It was huge, but worse still
it had a pump with it.  Nothing was more painful than an inflatable dildo.
Once inside, they could pump it until you thought your ass would bust.  He
had heard horror stories of guys who got internal injuries from excessive
inflation and one guy who needed anal surgery afterward.

He began cursing and shouting, but that only seemed to encourage them.
They even got up in his face and laughed.  The guy with the dildo waved it
in his face and told him to lick it.  He turned his face away, but they
grabbed his head, pushed on his cheeks to force his jaw open, and then
rammed it in.  It was so big it stretched his jaws.  Think of what that
would do to his ass, even before inflation.  "Suck it!  Suck it!" they kept
shouting.  He hated to think of how many ass holes it had been in before
now, and whether it had ever been cleaned.  The thought nauseated him, but
he could only gag.

Someone dragged in a garden hose.  There was even more cheering.  A voice
said "Out of the way, Rico, we've got to clean that butt."

"But his dick is mine!  I want to take it home with me!" Rico countered.
He was still pulling until they forced him away.  That was when Jennings
felt the cold touch of a hose nozzle pushing against his anal ring.  Then
he felt the hard force of a faucet turned on full.  It was like a cold
river exploding up his colon heading somewhere deep inside him.  He felt
his abdomen swelling and he began to panic.  The dildo was still rammed in
his mouth but he managed to scream above it.  They heard his screams and
shouted approval that much more.  They were carried away and Jennings felt
like nothing would stop them.

When he thought he couldn't take any more, the hose was suddenly shut off,
the nozzle pulled out, and what seemed like gallons of water spilled out of
his ass and onto the dirty wooden floor.  Then the hose washed down the
floor and his backside, and guys started in on his butt with paddles.  If
he hadn't been so wet, it would not have stung as badly.  They didn't use
much precision and numerous swats with various paddles hit him almost at
once, sometimes colliding with each other in their swings.

"His ass is red enough" Jason said finally.  "Take that dildo out of his
mouth and give it to me.  If it isn't slick enough by now, then that's just
tough.  He'll just have to take it raw up the ass."

Jennings knew it was slick with his saliva, and he figured Jason was just
playing the big man and making a show.  His jaws finally had a chance to
relax, but he hollered when Jason shoved the dildo in without any warning.
He felt like he was being torn apart.  Then the pumping began, and it
slowly swelled.  The other guys began waving their dicks in his face, and
Rico went back to yanking his dick.

Although he was forced to suck their dicks, he almost felt nothing since
his jaws were still numb from the dildo.  He had just gotten started on the
first guy when Trey Cotton shouted out, "Hey you guys!  Remember to have
your cups to shoot off in.  Absolutely do not cum in his mouth!  The cups
go in the ice chest till everybody's made their shot.  Remember we're
having a taste test live!"

Jennings felt the dildo getting bigger.  He didn't see how he could stand
much more.  He wondered what they would do if he was injured and needed a
doctor.

Rico was delighted with Jennings' dick.  He had grabbed a bunch of dicks
when he was in his pre-teens and perfected it as he got into his teens, but
this one with the freckles and the foreskin was long, thick, and very
juicy.  He was sure this guy could squirt loads.  He figured he'd catch it
in a jar too and see if the guy could recognize his own cum in the taste
test.  But for now he wasn't interested in making it squirt, he wanted to
see how far he could stretch it.  He had perfected this particular trick so
much he could almost do it blindfolded. He thought it had already gotten a
little extra length on it, but it was hard to stay out of the way of the
dildo.

The first guy moaned, pulled his dick out of Jennings' mouth, and grabbed
his cup and shot into it.  The cup had his name on it.  He closed it with
an attached lid, and put it in the cooler.  The next guy came up, slapped
Jennings' mouth with his erection, making a popping sound, and shoved it
in.

Jason had tired of the dildo and was anxious to start fucking right away.
Jennings was glad to get the thing out of his ass, but Jason's insertion
was too fast and painful.  He howled into the dick he was sucking, and got
slapped across the side of his head for his trouble. Apparently that had
scared the guy he was blowing, who didn't know what might happen next.

Things got weird and hot and slowly Jennings was getting confused.  He
wasn't sure if it was the effect of the drink earlier or just the insanity
of the constant sucking and fucking he was receiving and giving.  Jason
must have cum quickly, because he ran around with his sperm in one of those
cups and told the others they could go ahead and fuck Jennings if they
didn't want to wait to be blown, but they needed to hurry things up.




Matt had gone ahead and taken control of the action at Josh's house.  To
get the experience moving along, he said to Josh, "I brought some condoms.
You want to get some Vaseline from the medicine cabinet and get ready to
start?"

"Thanks, Matt.  I still haven't gotten up the nerve to buy condoms at the
drugstore.  That girl who used to baby-sit me is always on duty and I know
she'd tell my folks."

"That's something you've got to get over, Josh.  And you need to buy a real
lube and not just Vaseline."

"Yeah, Josh, man up, grow up, get some balls" Chet said.  He didn't want
Josh fucking him and he couldn't pass up an opportunity to make Josh feel
insignificant.

"That's cold, man" Ricky said.  He was already stepping out of his jeans
and pulling down his underwear.

"Damn!" Chet said when he saw Ricky naked.  "I'm not sucking that thing.
No way!"  As the others turned to look at Ricky, he added "That thing's
bigger than Jennings."

Now three of them were undressed.  Only Matt still had his clothes on.  He
looked around, realized that, and said "OK guys, if you're all naked, I'll
get that way too."  When he got his clothes off, he sported a bone almost
as big as Josh's.

"Wow!" Chet said.  "When did you get one that size?"

"When his big brother wasn't looking" Josh said, referring to Matt's
brother's desire to catch him jacking off so he could be sent to the dick
doctor.

At that point a stranger could have detected a strong sexual smell, a mix
of sweat, testosterone, and teen sexual desire.  Somehow they sensed they
were alone together, that whatever they did nobody would ever know about
it.  They looked at each other's erections.  No one was self conscious, no
one felt any inhibitions.  Matt took Chet's in his hand and held it,
looking down and rubbing the red marks.  Chet winced.

"It may be too painful for me to work it off" Matt said.  "Do you think it
might be easier if Ricky sucked you off?  That way you'd get relief and it
wouldn't hurt the way a-"

"What the fuck!  I'm not giving Chet a blow job!  I mean it!"  Ricky was
really upset, although his long bone was hard and dripping.  It pointed
directly in front of him, the circumcised head giving what looked like a
moist grin through its piss slit.

Matt was fascinated by Ricky's dick.  "I'll give you a hand job if you'll
suck Chet."

Ricky looked unsure.  Chet had a sudden inspiration.  "Ricky, if you'll
blow me now, I'll take you home where you can sleep in a bed rather than a
tree house, and in the morning I'll drop you at the truck stop at 6 o'clock
when the truckers are getting ready to start out.  I ought to know, I used
to have to work the motel for a guy."

Thus began a strange coupling of the four.  Chet got on all fours doggy
style, Ricky scooted underneath where he could softly begin sucking on the
hard but wounded dick, Josh pulled the condom on and greased it up, and
Matt sat and watched, his eyes gleaming.

Josh inserted slowly into Chet, giving him time to adjust. Chet groaned in
a good way, not only from Josh's entrance but from Ricky's lips and tongue
which were gently sucking away like fish nibbling at his dick.  But after
having been unable to get it hard for so long, it was the best feeling in
the world.  Ricky was actually giving him more suction and just a swipe
with his tongue, but it was heaven.

Matt began unselfconsciously playing with his dick, watching with
undisguised lust as he saw what was happening.  Then he went over to where
Ricky hung off the bed, and used Ricky's precum to grease his dick and
began stroking him.  Ricky made sounds that showed he loved it.  Matt liked
the feel of what Ricky had: long, slender, firm, and hot.  Matt was pretty
inexperienced but he had never had a dick get this hot this quick.  He
wished he had one like this to play with all the time.  It was just such a
great feeling to be doing it to a guy who was sucking somebody off who was
getting fucked.  It was like a chain reaction.  With his other hand he
began stroking his own dick.  Since that wasn't the hand he usually used,
it was almost like someone else was working on his.

It took Chet a little while to finally cum after so much abstinence, but
when he did he shot what seemed like gallons.  Ricky couldn't keep up with
it all, and it dribbled out of his mouth and onto everything around him.
Josh shot a load and fell back exhausted.  Matt timed it so his and Ricky's
dick shot at the same time.

After a bit, Ricky and Chet dressed, Matt gave Chet the key and the cage,
and after Ricky told Josh goodbye, he and Chet left.  When they were in bed
together, Matt got Josh to lie on his back and lift his legs, and Matt
finally claimed the prize he had sought for so long.




For Jennings the rest of the night became a haze of sex and pain and
poppers.  They were always making him sniff something until he felt woozy
and their voices sounded funny in his head.  Eventually they stopped
fucking him and making him blow them.  That was when they set up a video
camera and told him he was to judge whose cum was best.  He figured he
didn't have much choice in the matter, although he was afraid he might
throw up.  He had made people drink their own cum, and he had tasted his
own, but he had never drunk others cum before.

"Just a sip" they would say, holding one of the small plastic jars to his
lips.  Some of it was starting to dry, so they made him stick his tongue in
the jar.

"Now smack you lips" they said, roaring with laughter.  All of this was
being videoed.

When it was finished, they asked "Now which one was best?"  He didn't know
or care, but he just randomly chose a number and said "Number six."

"Six?" Jason shouted.  "That's me!  I won!"  Jennings hoped that victory
would make him go easier on him for the rest of the evening.

Before they untied him, they inserted a vibrating dildo up him, one which
had a tail that stuck out like a dog's.  They made him run in circles with
a rope attached to the collar so he couldn't run away, and they used ropes
and whips to encourage him to do his best.  When he was sweaty and
exhausted, they got him to drink as much water as he could.  Then they
loaded him into the car and said "We're going to the hamburger place and
let you run through the drive through.  If you can do it fast enough, we'll
finish you up and drop you off somewhere for the night."

Before they started got to the first drive in, they gave him a strong
diuretic and more water.  It was fast acting, and when they let him out and
sent him running past the cars lined up to place orders, it hit and he was
spraying urine while he ran, his dick flopping back and forth.  People
screamed as much from the sight of someone whose hands were locked beside
his face as for a peeing athlete running madly.

They picked him up on the far side, gave him more water and a booster
diuretic, and went to the next place.  Jennings was like a fire hose that
night, and when it was over he stunk from urine, sweat and cum.  They
chained him to the Hinson High School flagpole after midnight, and went
their separate ways, telling him they would leave his car down the street.

They had hacked into the school's email files, and shortly before dawn they
sent messages to most of the list, telling them to get to the school as
soon as they could if they wanted to see the next sensation.  That worked,
and Jennings woke up as the sun was peeping over the trees on the horizon
to find students standing around looking at him.

At just about that same time, Chet was letting Ricky off at the motel
beside the truck stop.  He gave Ricky some money to help along the way, and
wished him luck.

After some pictures of Jennings surfaced over the weekend, the police began
to ask questions, and all the parties involved began a wall of silence.
Everyone wanted to get graduation over and put the past behind them.

When that finally happened, they left the graduation ceremony, going out
into the night and to the future that awaited them.  Some went far, while
others stayed in Hinson.  But even for the varsity that stayed, married,
and raised families, they were never this close again.  Wives bickered with
other wives, husbands sometimes messed around where they shouldn't, and
eventually they only got together at class reunions.

Matt Barton was the first from the varsity to depart.  His father got a
call to a church in a faraway state, and they had to move.  Matt tried
valiantly to get to stay with Josh at least until he finished high school,
but his father said that was impossible.  Josh and Matt had a sad farewell
at the creek, the place where it all began.  They promised to send email
and write, but they knew it wouldn't be the same.

It was late in that first summer that Josh came home from the creek to find
a postcard for him waiting on the hall table.  It was a picture of
California's beaches with bikini clad girls, Speedo clad studs, and surf,
sun and sand in abundance.  Written across the bottom of the picture was
the statement "I got here!"  Josh looked up and grinned. It didn't need a
signature.  "Ricky made it!" he said.

It was two years later when the Semmes brothers were looking at a porn film
that Clem suddenly shouted, pointing to a guy walking toward the camera
"That's Ricky!  I swear to god, that's Ricky!"

Tip said, "You're right."  He mused as he looked at the figure on the
screen, who was preparing to have sex with two girls at once, "I'd know
that dick of his anywhere."

"You ought to" Clem replied, "you've had it in your mouth often enough."

"Go-to-hell" Tip replied, only half kidding.

Butch had an idea.  "Do you think he's making much money?  I mean, could he
send us some?"

"Better yet" Clem said "we could go out there and live off him for a while.
God knows he lived off us for 17 years."

Tip watched mesmerized through the rest of the movie as Ricky performed
amazing acts on both sexes, and did it well.  When he saw the cum shots,
his gut winced as he realized how much he missed Ricky.

The brothers never got to California, because like all their other
endeavors, they talked about it, had another beer, and that was the end of
it.  As for Ricky, his fame was as short-lived as most porn stars.  After
he had done all the moves, all the strips, all the dick waving, audiences
got tired of him.  But he had saved his money through the brief good years,
invested it wisely, and now returned to a job he had learned back in
Hinson.  He opened a locksmith shop and did well.  But he was not alone.
He lived with his good buddy from the old days, and every night he returned
home and said "Hey, Zack, let's play, man."  They were very happy, and they
didn't care what anybody else thought of them.

For Zack, Ricky was his salvation from the Dick Doctor.  Troy Raider and
Jerry, the two henchmen to the doctor, used to make him come to the office
on Saturdays while they performed `semen' checks.  Not just once on each
visit, but multiple times.  They insisted the doctor wanted a number of
samples to determine how he was progressing.

Because the office was deserted, no one could hear him beg and cry, "Not
again. Please. I've already done it so much this morning; I can't do it any
more today.  I'm dry down there."  Jerry would reply, "Well then Troy can
put his sweet lips on that thing of yours and see if he can't suck some
more out."  Troy would agree, "If you don't continue to cooperate, we'll
get Dr. Peters to tell the school you're still a menace to kids, and they
won't let you come back any more."

Unfortunately, Troy found his own bondage to Jerry and the doctor because
the dick operation didn't fully solve things.  Periodically, the dick would
begin to gather water and hang fat and long, like an oversized sausage in a
meat market.  Because Jerry was his roommate, he could force Troy to
display it to others.  He delighted in saying to some of his fraternity
brothers and their dates, as they sat downstairs in the frat house, "You
want to see something really interesting?"  The guys would know what was up
but the girls would innocently say "Yes, what is it?"  Jerry would shout
"Troy, get your ass downstairs NOW!"  He doted on power, especially his
power over Troy.  When Troy would arrive hastily and unprepared, he would
tell him "Drop what you're wearing and show these good folks what you've
got in your pants."

When it hung long and mournful like some creature from the ancient past,
girls would squeal and giggle.  Then Jerry would make Troy do tricks with
it, all to his mortification.  But Jerry was also under the thumb of
Dr. Peters.  Each Saturday night, when fraternity boys at the University
were partying and making out, Jerry was back in Hinson at private parties
at Dr. Peters' house.  He would be the waiter for the doctor's very
selective list of guests, serving them with his hairless body totally nude
except for a black bow tie around his neck and a ribbon with a small bell
hanging from his dick.  He tinkled as he walked.  Dr. Peters liked that.
His guests did too.  Hands roamed all over Jerry as he served drinks and
finger food to the guests.  After only two of his parties, Dr. Peters was
receiving financial offers for Jerry from his guests.

Troy seldom went home any more.  When Jerry brought him down on weekends,
he stayed with Jerry.  For a year he was able to avoid Dr. Peters' parties,
but eventually he also fell into the trap.  One of the younger guests
recognized Troy, and told a companion "Damn, those Raider boys were all a
big dicked lot, weren't they?"

The Raiders' neighbor, little Tommy, had a checkered career.  As a
teen-ager he was caught on a Peeping Tom charge.  After that he controlled
his urges until as an adult he moved to Atlanta where he became a private
investigator.  With hidden cameras and microphones, he made a career of
peeping into other people's lives.  He had affairs but never married.  He
had one secret nobody knew: he carried with him to the grave the indelible
memory of that glorious night when Troy let him jack Josh off repeatedly.
It happened when he was 10, but the memory stayed fresh for a lifetime.

Chester the dog lived a happy life, roaming the neighborhood, having
adventures with other dogs and with various people who might be tied up and
available.  The years went by as though they were one long unbroken day at
the park.  Because he was not a human being, Chester never worried about
death and dying.  He was contented to the last.  Finally at the end of one
of those afternoons, he lay down, sighed, and was no more.

It was the Internet that connected Zack and Ricky.  In his desperation,
Zack started haunting web sites for runaways, sites on surviving on the
streets.  That led him to other sites where finally he came across video of
Ricky's sexual adventures.  He contacted Ricky and eventually Ricky sent
him money and arranged for him to come out.

Ricky had matured and really cared for Zack, but he couldn't resist playing
those domination games he loved so well.  He would dare Zack to leave his
clothes in the Quick-Mart restroom and streak home, only to find the door
locked and the porch lights on, while Ricky went to retrieve his clothes
from the Quick-mart.  Ricky would justify it by saying "Well, you wouldn't
have wanted someone to walk off with your good clothes, would you?"  Zack
secretly loved it even as much as he dreaded it.  But in the bedroom when
he was locked in the warmth of Ricky's arms at night, they both found the
real meaning of their lives.

Jennings got the best revenge of all.  He studied sports medicine and
physical education at a nearby college, and got a job as head coach at
Grove Hill.  Not only that, he was named the Assistant Principal for
Disciplinary Measures.  In other words, if you got sent to the office,
Jennings would be the one to spank you.  He had the power to make things
very bad for any offenders.  In time to come, the younger sisters and
brothers of the small group who had so victimized him came under his
domain, and the original offenders walked a tight line to make sure nothing
brought down Jennings' wrath on their family.  In later years the same held
true when their own sons and daughters went to Grove Hill High.  So the
pictures, video, and tapes never resurfaced beyond that first weekend.
They knew Jennings held the real power, and after all, power was what
Jennings really loved, wasn't it?

Rico Sanchez returned home to Chicago after graduation.  Two years later he
was killed in a shootout with police in a drug bust.

Chet went to college and then got a job in Atlanta with a systems
management company.  He married a girl much younger, but one who looked
very much like his old girlfriend Cindy.  All seemed fine until one day,
returning from lunch, he unexpectedly stumbled upon Josh Raider coming down
the street.  They talked, Josh said he was there for a conference, and
after chatting briefly, Chet went back to the office.  But once there he
went and stood in front of the copying machine, holding on as if he had
seen a ghost.  When the shaking subsided, he went into his office closed
the door, and called his wife.  "Honey, we need to start a family.  Right
away.  I'll be home early."  Apparently something from his past raised all
sorts of questions inside him.

Josh went to college, to Auburn University in southeast Alabama, where he
studied Veterinary Medicine.  Returning home he opened a small animal
hospital where he conducted his veterinary practice.  He was wonderful with
sick animals, and the town loved him.  In time to come he had a roommate, a
life partner, and with his love for his work and his love for his partner,
life was complete.

One tradition from the past continued through the years.  On the first cool
night after the first full moon of autumn, Sam would tell his wife and
family he was going out, and Ted would do the same with his.  Together they
would drive to Josh's, where he would greet them at the door.

"Ready for a ride in the woods?" they would grin.

Josh would nod happily, then call back to his partner, "I'm going out with
Ted and Sam, Matt."

                              The End

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(Well, that's it.  Josh ended up with Matt, which is where I always hoped
he would.  I've been writing this for over nine months, and it's more than
225,000 words long.  Thanks for staying with the story, and thanks to each
of you who wrote me about the story.  I've enjoyed this chance to meet you.
It will seem odd not to be posting a chapter every seven to ten days.  I
will miss you all.  - Bart)