Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1998 20:24:32 -0500
From: jocktime@hotmail.com
Subject: Letter Club Part One

                  Letter Club
                  Part One

      ( Author's Note:  Characters in this story have
       appeared previously in "Buck Naked" and "Rococo Beach.")

   If I was ever to tell anybody about my town of Hinson, and what it's
like to live there, I'd have to say that it's the place where everybody
knows everybody else.  The place is pretty small, and Hinson High has
a hard time fielding any kind of team for sports.  You can know that's
true by the fact that not only do I play basketball, but I even 
lettered.

   Once you letter, you get to join the letter club.  Now that's the
hitch.  See, even if you have a letter, you still have to get 
initiated.  That's where they have you come one night and the other
guys do stuff to you, and the coach isn't around.

   That's why during lunch period that day, I was thinking about Danny.
He's a senior, and the one who is supposed to be in charge of the
initiation.  The fact that it was coming up that night made it be
behind most of my thoughts during lunch.

   Me and Danny go back a long way.  Well, at least as far back as last
spring when he helped me get out of a lot of trouble.  We had been
together at the coach's camp at Rococo Beach last summer too.  So I
got to thinking about Danny, and wondering what he would do to me at
the initiation.  Also, I was watching Gary Benton. 

   Gary Benton had the biggest dick in school.  I mean, that's not just
me saying it.  Every guy who ever saw him up a bone or got a view of
it when he was dressing out in gym, all said the same thing.  I
remember last year when my friend Paul saw Gary get stripped out back
during lunch, his eyes nearly popped out.  He couldn't believe it.
But I knew it was true, because me and Gary were on the basketball
team.  You can see a whole bunch of stuff in a locker room, and I had
become a sort of an expert on dick sizes.

   Gary's father is a doctor, and when Gary was younger, he was pretty
small for his age.  People say his father started giving him hormone
shots, and that that's why his dick got so big.  But by the time me
and him were 16, that thing was still growing.  And thick, too.  It
wasn't no garden hose he was hanging out when he took a leak, even if
it was long enough to be.  It was thick as a fire hose, and Gary
would try to shield it if he thought guys were looking.

   Not only that, but Gary would knock the shit out of you if he
thought you were looking at his dick.  Those hormones or whatever it
was had made him really strong.  In a tight T-shirt, the muscles on
his arms and the whole chest area would move like ripples.  His legs
were strong and lightly dusted with hair that moved as his leg muscles
did.  He was tall and lanky, but he was built strong.  Maybe those
hormone shots did that to him too.  And lemme tell you, I wasn't the
only guy who looked at Gary.

   Actually, I think Gary liked it that way.  He might try to beat a
guy up for looking, but he always seemed to try to announce when he
was going to the bathroom.  Especially if he was going to take a crap.
We'd all be sitting around out back after lunch, not doing much but
just talking and all, and suddenly Gary would stand up and say,

   "I'm gonna go inside for a while."  His eyes would have a grin in
them, and his mouth would be trying to hide a smile.  "I got me a
little business to take care of."

   Then he'd stretch, the tight shirt playing across his muscles, and
as he raised his arms and leaned a little back, the bulge in his pants
would look like it was gonna bust out of there.  It was at times like
that when he would generate heat.  No stuff.  If you were sitting by 
him when that happened, it was like sitting next to a stove.  It was 
like the hormones or whatever were burning up his system.  But none of
that seemed to bother him.  He almost seemed to be proud of every 
single thing about his body, as if he almost wanted us to worship him
or everything about him.

   Anyhow, at this time at lunch on the day we were going to get
initiated that night, Gary was heading toward the bathroom.  On this
occasion, just as usually happened, there was always a problem.  Should
we try to go after him in a few minutes and pretend like we just
happened to end up there with him at the same time, and see if he would
open the door and talk to us while he was dumping his load?  What I'm
trying to say is that Gary is like that.  He thinks he is the whole
show for everybody.  He figures he's so wonderful that people will do
almost anything to have the chance to be around him.  The thing was 
that it stunk pretty bad when that was going on.  It would be worth it
to get to see his dick, but what if that bone of his had gone down by
then? Or, what if his pants were pulled up high enough to his knees 
that we couldn't get to see anything?

   Usually we were safe if we waited a few minutes before going in.  I
had hung around him enough to know that he made a real production out 
of taking a crap at school.  He would look in each of the stalls for 
the best seat, and then he would carefully put layers of toilet paper
on the seat.  When he thought he had all of that just right, he would
turn around and face the front, and then decide whether the stall door
would be open or shut when he dropped his pants.

   So we sort of hung out there by the tree as we watched him walking
back up to the school.  He went in through the door that led to the
first floor boys' bathrooms.  There wasn't much other traffic heading
in that direction, so I figured he was going to be alone.  Me and a
couple of other guys got up and headed in that direction.  I glanced 
at their pants, and their dicks were about as stiff as mine.  I sort 
of grinned to myself, imagining someone asking, "What do you like best
about school?" and how I could say, "Watching who's in the bathrooms
during lunch period."

   We timed it just right.  Gary was just finishing placing the paper
on the seat.  We were the only ones in there, and we walked down to
where his open stall was.

   "So you guys wanta watch me take a shit?" Gary asked, half grinning
and half belligerently.

   "Naw, Gary, we're your buddies.  We just came to see if everything
comes out OK," Dogwater said.  The rest of us laughed.

   By the look on Gray's face, he needed to dump his load pretty soon,
and the fact that he had started unbuckling his belt showed he was
trying to get in place before we could get there.  He started to close
the stall door.

   But at that point, Danny intervened.  He had come in with us.  
Nobody ever told Danny what he could or couldn't do.  He was a real
athlete, physically as well as sexually.  He reached his big hand over
and held on to the top of the door, so Gary couldn't close it.

   "What's your hurry, Gary?  Your public wants to see you." 

   Gary started getting nervous at this.  He had begun unbuttoning his
pants and had the zipper started down, and as he sort of wiggled back
from Danny, his trousers fell down and his dick flopped out of his
boxer shorts.

   "Hey there, dick, lemme see you" Danny cried and reached out for 
it.  It was something to see.

   Gary tried to avoid the hand, but he didn't move back quickly 
enough, and Danny was holding the long and limber dick in his hand.
He still held the door with the other hand, and Gary was bouncing on
one foot and the other.

   Danny looked at the dick in his hand.  "Shit, Gary, that thing's
downright obscene.  Can't you leave it alone?"

   "Leggo, Danny. I got to take shit, man.  No stuff, I gotta go now
or I'll be shitting all over the place in a minute."

   Danny's eyes were wild with glee.  "No problem, we can take care of
that."  Turning to me, he said, "Taylor, you come over here."

   I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I knew it didn't pay to mess
with Danny when he was in this excited a mood.  Also, it gave me a
chance to get up close and personal with Gary's dick.  It lay there
in Danny's open hand, almost like a piece of hose: thick and long
and waiting to be used.

   As I moved closer, Danny handed me the dick, and carefully 
unsnapped Gary's shorts.  They he moved back.  "Now, Gary, you can 
take your shit and Taylor here will hold your dick out of the water 
while you do what you came in here for."  He paused a second, and then
in the tone of someone totally in command, he said "All right, Gary, 
sit down and shit!"

   Gary did.  As he sat down on the toilet seat, I held on to his 
dick, and for a moment I didn't move.  That made Gary's "rope" begin
to stretch.  I grasp the head as it was about to move out of my grasp,
and Gary gave a slight shudder.

   "Easy, Gary.  You don't want to go anywhere without your pecker's
head" I said.  Gary gave me a dirty look, but his bowels were so set
on moving that he began dumping his load.  The smell began to turn me
on, plus the power of holding his dick was a real power trip.  I
could feel my dick begin to harden.

   I looked at Gary's crotch, his hairs somewhat sweaty but a full
bush.  He was getting more hair than I was, even though he was light
complicated, with light brown hair and smoky gray eyes.  He and I had
played basketball together on the team for two years, and I had seen
him in the showers, but never up close like this.  Amid the bathroom
smell of all that was happening, I could imagine I smelled the musky
warmth of his crotch, and the pubic hairs that I had imagined 
touching so often in the past.

   "Hey, that's some stink you got there, Gary.  You sure better take
a big shit before the initiation tonight, because I don't want to
smell any of that stuff while we get you and Taylor and the rest."

   Damn!  I wish Danny hadn't reminded me of the initiation.  I was
sort of worried about that. I had heard some wild tales about what
happened to guys at initiations.

   Our school wasn't that big, and in fact our town wasn't either, and
word got around about stuff that happened when you got into the H
Club. But I wasn't sure how much was true and how much was just
talking big.

   "I think ole Taylor likes holding that dick of yours," Danny added
with an evil grin on his face. "You like that hose, and smelling Gary's
shit, don't you, Taylor?"

   I wasn't sure what the right answer would be.  I knew what I thought
about when I beat off, and I didn't want anybody to ever know about
that.

   Gary shifted on the commode, more smells emerged, and I let his 
dick rest in the palm of my hand.  As I moved my hand, the dick
responded.  Whether it was the anal feeling or the dick feeling, or
maybe both, Gary suddenly began to come alive.  He glanced at me with 
a secret look in his eyes, and his dick began to grow.

   Danny was behind me, but he could see enough to figure out that
Gary was getting good feelings from both ends, and he called out,
"You like that, huh, Gary?"

   I was hoping this would continue, but at that point some idiot in
the front office must have decided it was a good time for a fire
drill.  The fire bell started ringing, and Gary started to come up
off his seat.  I gave his dick one last feel, and let go.  It was more
than half hard, and was standing out in front of him.

   "Wipe your butt, Gary, and leave your dick alone" Danny said.  The
rest of the ones who had been in here with us began to hurry out.
Finally it was just me and Danny and Gary.  The bell had stopped
ringing.

   Gary started wiping his butt when Danny suddenly said, "You wipe
his butt for him, Taylor!"  Danny kind of went wild with what he
told people to do when he was in charge of things.  I wasn't much into
doing that, but with the initiation coming up that night, I figured
I better do what Danny said.

   "Stand up, Gary, and turn around and lean over the commode so we
can see your asshole."

   Danny's power over people was something to see.  Tall, lanky,
muscled Gary stood up and did what he was told.  Maybe he was worried
about the initiation too.  I noticed his butt was somewhat hairless, at
least along the crack.  As he leaned over, Danny kept telling him to
bend further, until his face was down level with the toilet seat, 
and he was bent so far over with those long legs of his spread apart,
that I could see the back of his balls.  They were hairy and full.  I
had never seen them from that angle before, and I had to resist the
urge to reach between his legs and start touching them.

   "Clean that ass, Taylor!" Danny commanded.

   This was a new experience.  I hadn't ever done this before, and I
was a little awkward.  As I wiped his butt with a mass of toilet paper,
Danny peered closer and said, "Get up in that asshole and get it
cleared!"

   This was good news to me.  Taking the next sheets of paper, I 
wrapped them around my finger and reached up into his crack.

   "Spread them fucking legs wider" Danny commanded.

   When Gary did so, I could insert my finger right into his rosebud.
Gary let out a sound that was between a gasp and a sigh when I did.  I
felt his muscles resisting my finger, but I got it in there really good
anyway.  I jammed it in and out a couple of times, and then dropped the
paper into the commode.  I stood up and turned to Danny.

   "Wait a minute, you ain't through yet" Danny said.

   "What else is there to do?"

   "Well for one thing, you clean that hole again.  You get that paper
all the way up into his butt.  Besides," and at that point, he leaned
further into the stall where he could get a better look at Gary's
posture, "his dick seems to like it.  Don't you, dick?"

   When he said that last, he reached around in front of Gary and gave
his dick a real squeeze with his hand.  Gary twitched and went rigid.

   "While I hold that dick, you clean that hole" he said.

   I got more paper and was back up into it, and my finger was giving
it a real massage.  Danny was working his dick.  With every push into
Gary's glorious asshole, he went forward.  But with Danny there on his
dick, he would gasp and try to push back.  Me and the paper were
having a ball.  I figured Danny was too.  He was sort of beside me,
reaching through to that dick, and I could hear him sort of chuckle.  
I sensed Gary was really getting rigid.  All of his muscles were tense.
I figured he was about to cum.

   But just as it seemed he was on the brink, Danny stopped working
on his dick and told me to get out of his butt.  Danny reached in his
pocked and pulled out some adhesive tape.  Cutting a couple of strips
with his pocket knife, he put tape over Gary's asshole.  "That better
still be in place exactly as it is now, when we get to the initiation
tonight."

   With that, Danny left.  Gary and I were alone together.  He turned
around and I saw his dick was totally rigid, and about as long and hard
as I thought any dick could ever be.  It was so tense it was almost
bouncing.  The head was magnificent.  Gary hadn't pulled his pants up.
He just stood there, trying to catch his breath, or maybe to hold it
so he wouldn't shoot off.  He looked at me.

   "Damn you, Taylor.  You about wore my butt out.  And now I've got
that fucking tape there so I can't even put some salve on it."

   I felt right proud of myself, but I didn't want to tell him that.
Instead, I asked, "Do you want to come by my house after school, and
maybe we can find some way to help it without getting you in trouble
with Danny?"  I realized that I still couldn't take my eyes off that
dick of his.  Nobody had one like he did.  It quivered as it strained
itself there.  He must have every muscle in his body telling his dick
not to shoot off. I had the feeling that even a breath of wind across
the head would be enough to make it fire off.

   He looked so uncertain that I couldn't figure what was wrong.  Then
after a deep breath, he said "Hell, I feel like I'm about to come out
of both ends at the same time.  I ain't never felt this way.  Shit, I
got to do something."  With that, he grabbed his dick and started
beating off.

   I never had stood in front of somebody and watched them beat off
before.  It was a great feeling.  In fact, I was about to join him
when the door opened and Danny came back into the room.

   "What's holding you guys up?" he started to ask, and then his eyes
took in the situation.  "Oh no you don't" he shouted, and grabbed
Gary from behind, pinning Gary's arms against his chest.  "If you want
to live through the initiation tonight, you damn sure better not shoot
off."

   But Danny must have seen the gleam in my eyes.  So he added, "But
I'll let Taylor 'give you a hand' with it."

   Gary looked at me.  Danny was holding him from behind, pinning his
arms against his sides and then slowly pulling them backward as he put
a knee into Gary's back.  I couldn't decide what message Gary was
giving me with his eyes, but when Danny said "Taylor, if you don't
start on that meat right away, it'll *really* be your ass tonight" I
figured I better get started.

   I reached forward and grasp that huge head with my fingers.  I
couldn't figure a way to give a hand job from standing in front of
him, and I intended to move to his side.  But the minute my fingers
grasp that head, it began to twitch, pulse, bounce, and suddenly I
had great streams of cum shooting out all over me.  I jumped out of
the way and let go of his dick, but already I was soaked with cum.
His dick continued to fire, giving gigantic thrusts and spasms as he
spilled the magnificent white stuff all over the bathroom floor.

   I looked down at the front of my pants, and went into a stall and
grabbed some paper to wipe the cum off with.  When I came back out,
Danny had released Gary, who was standing there sort of gasping from
the emotion of it all.  A few small drops of cum still dripped from
the head.

   "I'll see you guys tonight" Danny said, and headed out the door
again.

   Gary turned to me.  "I guess I will go home from school with you
anyway.  I'm sort of concerned about tonight." 

   I began to believe what other guys had told me, that the initiation
tonight was going to be something I would never forget.

               (End of Part I)