Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 19:35:25 -0400
From: Mack Lane <macklanestory@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 in Wrestling Boys


	Almost a week had now past, as it was now the beginning of April.
It was still raining a lot by Neah Bay standards.  Joe was surprised by his
luck.  Since he had lost the first-to-cum wrestling match, his life had
gotten a lot more interesting.  At first, he thought that he was not going
to be allowed into the club since he had lost the match but Johnny declared
that he was in for being as impressive as he had been.  Johnny let on
during the car ride back to Neah Bay, "I did not expect you to win the
match.  I was just testing you to see how much strength you have which
actually really blew me away, if you don't me saying."

	 When he finally got home, Joe's mother went hysterical.  She
blurted out right then and there that she wanted him to go to Seattle to
see the doctors again.  Her reasoning was that Joe had got beaten up
because he was just simply too small to defend himself. If he had only
weighed a little more, he would have been able to at least hold his own
against his adversary. Joe became angry at the thought that his own mother
thought that he was a weakling. Joe's father was actually rather proud and
pleased with the black eye and cracked lip that Joe had received.  He told
Joe that it looked like he was getting stronger every day and he should
have pride in the injuries he had sustained but managed to walk away from.

	 The guys at school were just as impressed as Joe's father was.
Many of them wanted to know all of the juicy details about how Joe had
managed to get into a fight.  Joe told the facts which were that he had
been laid out in a matter of five minutes while standing his ground.  His
friends found it to be even more fascinating that he had actually punched a
high school student in the face.  Joe found out that he and Johnny attended
the same school, except he was a senior, so they wouldn't see each other
often, if at all.  Johnny was also on the track and field team but he was a
sprinter instead of the typical long distance runner.  Johnny began a
regular habit of walking Joe to his house after school to help him with his
homework or to wrestle with him.

	 Joe absolutely loved wrestling with Johnny.  Johnny was a Native
American with dark but reddish skin and was well tanned.  Johnny was also
uncircumcised which meant that his penis looked different from Joe's. It
made Joe wonder why.  Did some guys just have that long, extra skin or
what?  Was that something that just Native Americans have and that White
guys don't?  He had heard the word "uncut" before but didn't know what that
meant.  Johnny had something that Joe didn't have but so far he was afraid
to ask anything about it.  He thought about Johnny's cock a lot when he was
alone, especially at night when he was in bed.

	Joe was also surprised to find out how most of the wrestling
sessions were not at all sexual in nature but rather a brutal contest of
strength and at which, he often lost.  He had still been embarrassed about
cumming in his Hanes boxer briefs but neither he nor anyone else had ever
said anything about it, even though it had been clearly noticed by all of
the others. Johnny wore boxers most of the time which Joe regarded as a
sign of maturity.  Usually, they would stay in Neah Bay for the wrestling
bouts.  As Johnny explained, they would go down to Forks once or twice a
week or those guys from there would come up to see them.

             It was the day before Spring break when Johnny and Joe were
walking to Joe's house.  Johnny told Joe that he needed to talk to his
parents.  About what, Joe did not know.  When they got to his red painted
house which was along the sea coast, they both went right in.  Joe
announced, "I know it isn't much, but it is home."

            Johnny replied as they walked into the living room of Joe's
house, "No worries.  I didn't come to judge how big your house is."

            Joe's mother walked into the living room and greeted Joe by
saying, "There you are, Joe, dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes.
Your father is coming home early, due to some storms out to sea."  Then,
she turned to Johnny, and casually asked, "Who are you?"

            "My name is Johnny Blumann."  Johnny replied.

            "Oh, my husband said that you were going to come by later on
tonight.  If you don't mind waiting twenty minutes or so, you can stay with
us for dinner if you like."  Mrs. Belinsky said politely and invitingly
with a smile on her face.

            "I would like to stay but my parents are also expecting me home
to eat soon. But, I will wait for Mr. Belinsky to come home."  Johnny
replied.

            Joe's mother then continued as she turned back to her son,
"Joe, you look like you have lost some weight again."

            Joe answered, "We go through this every night, Mom!  I am in
track, so I am going to look like I lost weight because I have!  I will get
it back when I eat."

            She sighed as she looked him over carefully, "Still, maybe you
should sit out a season, until you are stronger."

            "I'm strong enough.  I don't need you telling me how weak I am
when I am not."  Joe insisted.

            She then huffed and shook her head and went back into the
kitchen.  Since it was just the beginning of Spring break, Johnny put his
backpack down on the couch.  He would normally begin to do his homework
right away but since he had none to do at the moment, he turned on the
television.  This kept Johnny and Joe entertained until a tall, well-tanned
man walked into the room.  Joe's father had black hair, blue eyes, and was
well built to say the least.  His hands looked rough.  He smelled like
fish.  He looked at Johnny, and then looked at Joe.  His wife came in and
they kissed.  She asked him, "How was your day?"

            "Fishing was really rough and almost not worthwhile.  The sea
was choppy all day long so we barely broke even today.  With the storm
coming in tonight and lasting well into tomorrow, I will be happy if we are
back out to sea by Monday.  Anyway, what do you want to talk to us about
Johnny?"  Mr. Belinsky inquired.

            "Well, some friends of mine and I are going on a hiking trip
from here to Ozette Lake and I was wondering if Joe could come along?"
Johnny inquired.

            Mr. Belinsky eyed Johnny for a second and then looked Joe over
for a good long minute.  Mrs. Belinsky broke in, "Honey, you really can't
be thinking about letting him go.  He'll get hurt.  We are already having
enough problems keeping him healthy."

            Mr. Belinsky continued to look at Joe, pondering the idea.  Joe
was wondering what was going through his head.  His father usually did not
allow him to go on trips like this.  He wondered what was taking so long
for him to say, "No".  He then asked, "Joe, do you really want to go?"

            Joe replied a little too enthusiastically, "Of course I want to
go!  Can I please?"

            Mrs. Belinsky looked worried.  Mr. Belinsky turned to Johnny
and inquired, "How long will this trip be?"

            Johnny replied earnestly, "About a week or so, it just depends
on the weather.  We are planning to take off tomorrow."

            "I think it would be good for him to go.  It will help him get
stronger."  Joe's father answered as he faced his wife.

            His mother pleaded in return, "But just look what happened when
he got into a fight!  He still has that black eye!"

            His father then summarily put the issue to rest with his
judgment, "But he made a new friend and got all the stronger from it.  This
will help him develop more muscles.  We can't keep protecting him from
everything.  The doctors have said that his muscles will develop if we give
him more freedom to behave as any other boy would.  A normal child goes out
for walks and hangs out with his friends.  I have already talked it over
with Johnny's parents.  They say that Johnny is responsible and knows the
terrain well.  I don't think Joe will get hurt."

Joe could not believe what he was hearing.  For once, his parents were
going to let him go out and take some risks.  They were actually going to
let him have some fun with other boys.  For once, his skinny body was not
the deciding factor against him.  He would finally be able to prove that he
was able to take care of himself.  Or at least, that is what he thought
until his father continued, "Johnny, I don't think Joe would be able to
carry a pack, at least a full sized pack."

            In one instant, after rising to all glory, Joe's world came
suddenly crashing down upon him.  He was taken back.  He asked his father,
"What do you mean?"

            "Last time I checked, you weighed about 85 pounds.  A typical
pack weighs 50 to 60 pounds.  You still can't lift anything that weighs
more than 50 pounds."

            Johnny interjected, "I will be carrying the tent, pots and
pans.  Can we have him carry a lighter pack?  Like one that he only needs
to carry his clothes?"

            "That would be around 20 pounds or so.  He should be able to
handle that."  His father approved.

            Joe insisted, "I can carry a full pack!"

            His father then silently left the living room for several
minutes while they all heard some rummaging around, just to return with a
fully loaded pack.  It had a tent, pots and pans.  His father then set the
pack on the floor in front of Joe and demanded, "So, prove it! Put it on!"

            Joe struggled with it for a minute but he got it to stand
upright.  Then, he crouched down with his back to the pack.  He then put
his arms through the loops and while straining a bit, stood proudly and
fully upright.  When he was just about to have an, "I told you I could do
it." moment, Joe suddenly collapsed to the ground.  His father burst out
laughing but in good nature.  He then said with encouragement, "I've got to
give you credit; you never take no for an answer."

            Joe's father then helped him up while lifting away the pots &
pans and the tent.  He also took away any rope so that only the bare
essentials were there which left only Joe's clothes.  The pack still
weighed about 25 pounds.  He helped Joe get the pack back on his shoulders.
Joe felt that the weight was much easier to hold.  His father smiled and
said approvingly, "He should be able to hold that for the entire day.
Johnny, you are going to have to be extremely watchful of him.  He is not
used to having that extra weight on his back, so it will be more likely for
him to trip and fall."

            Johnny interjected, "I don't plan on doing anything dangerous."
            Mr. Belinsky replied kindly, "I know that, son but still,
precautions are not a bad thing.  They are really necessary, especially
this first time".  He then turned to Johnny and inquired, "What do you plan
on eating during the trip?"

            Johnny answered without hesitation, "Mainly non-perishable
foods.  I have got cookies, bagels, lots of oatmeal, peanuts, pasta,
dehydrated meat and canned food."

            Joe's father then asked, "How about fruit?"

            Johnny remarked, "I don't know where to get any."

            Joe's father suggested, "I have plenty of fresh fruit.  I'll
put some in Joe's pack.  So, if everything goes according to plans, I think
you'd reach Lake Ozette by Wednesday, figuring that something will happen
that will slow you up.  But, I'll be there with a nice hot meal for you
all."

            Johnny exclaimed, "That would be great!  Well, I better get
going.  My father is expecting me soon."

            Mr. Belinksy replied, "I'll see you tomorrow then and I'll
drive all of you to the trail head."

            Johnny said his good-byes and then left the house.  Joe rushed
to his room to get ready.  He, of course, ate dinner in between times while
his mother kept fussing over how she was concerned about how he was going
to get hurt or worse and not having enough to eat.  Joe's father reassured
her however that he would be fine.

            Joe found it difficult to sleep that night as his thoughts went
back and forth between Johnny and what the whole adventure would offer.  He
was way too excited about the prospect of actually being able to go out
into the world and explore it.  He remembered when he had sneaked a peek at
Johnny's penis while they had gone to the restroom together and they were
peeing together at the trough type urinal that there was at the school gym.
He had seen something he had never imagined before.  While Johnny had kept
his eyes forward, as Joe confirmed with fleeting glances that Johnny's
penis was much larger than his, at which he was astounded, but it was also
different.  The color of the skin was much darker than Joe's but it also
had this long, wrinkly skin that covered the army-helmet-looking part of
Johnny's penis.  It looked like the end of a fire hose.  But then, Joe saw
Johnny pull back on that skin and it revealed a glistening, bright red knob
that looked the same as what Joe's own penis looked like except that it was
so much larger around, red as a rose and shiny looking.

 Joe had come into the restroom still needing to pee, as he could only
muster a few spurts because he felt his own penis twitching again like it
always did at the most awkward times.  He had tried to keep it covered from
Johnny's view which he did with his hand and had Johnny never seemed to
look down at it.  That was good, Joe thought, because he did not want
Johnny to see that it was rock hard.

Joe kept hiding his own penis from view and desperately trying to pee but
he couldn't.  He kept glancing back at Johnny's penis while facing forward
but just looking out of the corner of his eyes.  He saw a long and forceful
stream of yellow pee come out of Johnny's penis and then when it subsided,
Johnny gently stroked the skin back and forth and shook his penis while a
few more drops of urine came out.  Johnny squeezed his penis and that long
skin before putting it back in his pants.

Joe, was transfixed and still standing at the urinal trough when Johnny was
finished and asked Joe as he was ready to leave, "You done yet, kid?"

 Joe replied, "In a second" while he tried to tuck his erection into his
pants in a way that it would not be noticed.

It was not more than a few minutes after they had left the restroom when
Joe again felt he had to finish peeing and did so by returning to the
restroom alone when he could, without his penis being so fully erect.

Joe then let out a full stream of urine as he watched it flow from his
penis and felt the relief from it.  He began to wonder what his penis was
really for.  It certainly was for peeing through as he had done his whole
life until now but why did it always twitch so much at the most
inconvenient and awkward times?  What did it mean when it got hard like
that?  Why did it feel so good to touch it and make it get hard?  What was
that weird, sticky stuff that came out of it when he had wrestled that one
time?  Why did that happen then, of all times?

All of these thoughts kept flowing through his mind until he finally did
fall asleep, and after he had nursed a raging hard penis for hours, still
not knowing what to do about it except to rub on it which felt so good, Joe
was awoken all too early the next morning by his father.  Joe had kept on
his boxer briefs all night, so his father did not notice anything unusual
when he woke his son up.

            Mr. Belinsky had made sure that Joe was packed with everything
that he would need for a week.  He even threw in some extra clothes,
especially socks and underwear.  He then also packed some plates, bowls,
forks, spoons, knifes.  By the time he was done packing, the pack then
weighed close to 30 pounds but he figured Joe could still handle it and
would probably be glad at some point that he had everything that was there.
He then had Joe throw the pack on and made adjustments to the pack so that
it would be more comfortable for him to tote.  Lastly, he gave Joe a rain
poncho.  He suggested with encouragement, "Meet your new best friend.
You'll be glad to have him along. It is supposed to rain a lot."

            After a light breakfast, they departed for Johnny's house in
the Belinshy's red van.  When they got there, they saw a car that was
unfamiliar.  Within seconds, Johnny came out with Terry and Palmer.  Joe
exclaimed while pointing to Palmer, "That is the boy that laid me out!"

            His father questioned, "I thought you guys made up?"

            Joe answered hesitantly, "We did, I... just forget it".

            Palmer quickly came to the van and went to the back and opened
it.  Johnny came along right after him as they loaded the van with supplies
that they were going to need.  Palmer then asked, "How you doing Joe?"

            "I'm doing well, and yourself?"  Joe replied shyly.

            "Same."  Palmer said sheepishly with his head slightly hanging
and not really looking Joe in the eye.

            Within minutes they were on the road towards the trail head.
The scene changed very quickly from open fields to heavily forested roads.
They passed a couple of small resorts along the way, as the road started to
hug the coast line.  Joe looked down to find the road was about twenty feet
above the coast line.  The road went to the left while the coast line went
to the right, and then they were in a totally wooded area.  He thought they
would have no idea where the coast was from there but still, it had to be
less than a mile away.  About ten minutes later they arrived at a small
trail marker.  There was a large wooden sign that read, "Makuh Trailhead,
to Shi Shi Beach, 2 miles."

            The boys got out of the van and unloaded everything out of it
that they had packed for the trip.  Palmer and Johnny helped put the pack
onto Joe.  Terry was also small but he didn't seem to have any problems
getting his pack on.  Within ten minutes, they were all ready to go.  Joe's
father announced, "I want you to listen to Johnny and Palmer at all times,
no matter how senseless or unimportant you think their instructions are.
Here, take this cell phone.  Leave it off during the day but after you have
dinner, give us a call so that we know that you are okay.  I'll see you
later."

            Joe's father got into the van and drove off.  Johnny then told
the others, "We don't need permits to walk this trail since I belong to the
tribe.  However, we will need to have permits when we enter onto Shi Shi
Beach."

            Palmer interjected, "I've got them right here.  I think I
better keep hold of them so that Bones or Joe won't lose them by accident."

            Right when they were about ready to go into the woods, it
started to rain.  Joe was immediately glad that he already had his rain
poncho on.  He saw the rest of the boys put theirs on quickly.  With
nothing else to hold them back, they started to walk into the woods.  It
was a very muddy trail, but flat.  The first little part of it was a board
walk with water almost coming up through the boards.  The woods became
increasingly denser, as much as they could possibly be, until they could
not see more than twenty feet in front of them.  They all trudged in
silence at first while heading toward their destination.  They came in
contact with no one.

            Joe started to ache everywhere.  He thought that they could
cover two miles in a hour or less.  He had not taken the pack or the trail
condition into his thoughts, or that the weather would slow them down.  He
started to realize then fairly quickly, when only a short distance had been
covered, why it was going to take them almost a week to cover just about
fifteen miles.  About twenty minutes into the ordeal, he suddenly slipped
and fell face first into the mud.  Palmer laughed spontaneously while
helping him up.  Joe's jeans were all wet and muddy and did not make him
happy.  Johnny admonished, "The trail is going to get a lot worse before it
gets better."

            Joe sighed, "Great, that is all I need."

            Palmer added encouragingly, "I don't expect you to be perfect.
Keep strong and stick with it. The scenery ahead will make it all worth
it."

            It took them almost three hours before the scenery finally
started to change as they slowly emerged from the extremely dense woods.
Joe could hear seagulls nearby as the ocean waves roared.  He had not
noticed during the slow grade they had taken but he suddenly realized that
they had slowly ascended from sea level to over one hundred and fifty feet.
He finally could see the ocean.  There was a strong west wind blowing.  The
smell of the salty air was pungent in his nostrils. He had become hot and
sweaty.  Being wet from earlier really didn't matter anymore. Palmer called
out a warning, "Be careful and don't get to close to the edge."

            But, Joe was not paying attention.  He had become distracted
with the sensory overload and walked right beside the edge of the cliff.
He looked down to see that it sloped almost straight down to where it met
the ocean with not even a strip of sand for a beach, just some sharp
looking rocks between the steep cliff and the incessant waves.  Johnny
exclaimed, "Joe, Get away from the edge!"

            Joe stupidly retorted, "Why? I'm not going to fall in."

            He took one step closer to the edge and suddenly, he slipped.
He stumbled a bit but his heavy back pack made him lose his balance even
more.  He started to slide and fall from the edge of the cliff.
Desperately, Joe tried to grab something; anything he could but he was not
successful.  Instead, he kept bouncing off the sides of the cliff,
acquiring new bruises, cuts and scrapes.  His world went dark once again
when he hit his head on an outcrop of rock, 150 feet below where he had
taken a dare that he had only made to himself.  He had not heeded his
father's admonitions to obey Johnny and Palmer and now, he was suffering
the consequences.

            What must have been almost an hour later, Joe finally opened
his eyes.  He was all wet now, even his shirt.  He was still on his back
looking up and lying on top of his pack.  Palmer suddenly appeared in his
eyes and asked, "Are you okay?  You have been out for a long time."

            Joe slowly moved all of his limbs and everything to make sure
they were still working.  He was extremely sore all over but nothing seemed
to be broken.  He asked weakly, "What happened?"

            Palmer again admonished, "You didn't listen to us, you slipped
and fell.  That is what happened.  I told you not to stand by the edge.
Naturally, gravity did its job."

            Palmer yelled up to Johnny, "I think he is alright."

             Joe pushed himself up into a sitting position.  Palmer helped
him out as best he could.  Joe looked at his arms where he discovered there
were many scrapes and bruises.  He then felt his forehead to find a huge
lump had formed.  He saw that there was some blood but that it had already
dried up.  Palmer remarked upon seeing that Joe was apparently not in
seriously bad condition, "It's really a miracle that you were not hurt
worse than you were."

            Joe, seeing that he was surrounded by rocks and the cliff
asked, "How do we get out of here?"

            "We climb out, of course."  Palmer replied, matter-of-factly.

            Joe got up and spontaneously started to climb with all the
audacity that he had when Palmer immediately pushed him back down.  Palmer
demanded at once, "Give me your pack.  You are not strong enough to make up
there with your pack on."

            Joe snarled back at him, "Oh, yes I am!"

            Joe, with all of his macho ambition immediately started to try
to climb up the cliff bare handed with his pack on.  Palmer watched while
shaking his head in disbelief at what sheer balls and chutzpah this kid
seemed to have.  After a minute, however, the pack had proved to be too
much for Joe.  He tumbled backwards, head over heels, right back to
Palmer's feet.  Palmer sternly stood him back up and turned him around, so
that Joe was looking at him in the eyes.  Palmer barked, "You are not
strong enough!  Hand me your pack!"

            Joe reacted to that remark, the one he hated more than anything
else to hear from anyone by angrily throwing off the pack and glaring at
Palmer in disgust.  As their eyes met, Palmer saw the very same fire in
Joe's eyes that he had seen just before he had laid him flat the first time
they had encountered each other.  Nevertheless, Palmer calmly put the pack
on down on the ground.  He then sternly instructed Joe, "Take hold of the
rope that will be thrown down to you.  You'll need it to get all the way
back up there.

            Johnny came to the edge of the cliff and looking down, yelled,
"Do you think you'll need more than one rope?"

            Palmer yelled back, "I don't think so. Just throw one down
first and we'll see.  Tie it off. "

            Within seconds, some rope hit Joe on the head and that was like
just one more blow after already being knocked out in a boxing match before
the referee called a time out.  It was definitely not what Joe needed to
feel at the time but he did not even so much as exhale a whimper because of
it.  Palmer carefully tied the rope around Joe, trying not to let it touch
any visible wounds.  He then ordered, "You got yourself into this mess, now
get yourself out of it!  Start climbing!"

            Palmer then yelled up to Johnny, "He is going to climb out.
Don't help him out.  Make him pull his own weight!  If he wants to be known
for being hard headed then let him prove it!"

            Joe stared up.  His was thinking that Palmer and Johnny wanted
a good laugh at his expense and that they would ultimately want to save his
rear end.  Well, he was going to prove both Johnny and Palmer wrong.  He
was going to climb that 150 foot cliff with no problems.  So, he mustered
all of his strength and courage, aided this time with a little natural
adrenaline.  But about half way up, he started to get discouraged by how
difficult it really was.  Palmer jeered, "This is only 80 degrees, with
ledges.  This should be easy for you, Joe."

            Joe did not agree with him.  He was getting tired and now he
was shaking but he still had yet to get to the most treacherous and
difficult part of the climb.  That would be the part where it went straight
up, 90 degrees.  So, he continued to edge himself up the cliff, finding
convenient places to pull himself further upwards and plant his feet.  He
finally got to a point where he was now only 20 feet away from the top.
Now, he had reached the part that he had been dreading.  He looked for an
easy place to plant his feet and climb further but he could not find any.

He was now pouring sweat which was running all over and stinging the
brutally made fresh cuts that were gouged in his soft and smooth skin.  Joe
searched in earnest for the best place to get any kind of foothold.  He
mustered all of the strength left in his arms, which were aching now, and
pulled himself up, inch by inch.  He used his legs which could only cling
to the sheer cliff enough to move maybe a half inch at a time to push
himself up.  He now felt his penis rubbing against the cliff.  It was not
what he wanted to think about at this moment but its own power seemed to
give him the strength he needed right now. He was now about three feet away
from his goal.

            Finally, Joe reached the ledge but he still had to overcome it.
However, he was going to have to only use his arms.  He was at a point
where his legs would not be of any use.  So, he started to try to pull
himself up.  His head made it over the cliff where he saw Johnny and Terry
glaring at him, egging him on but offering no assistance and then his arms
gave out.  He fell back down below the edge but he was able to maintain his
grip.  His legs were now dangling down below him.  Palmer yelled
encouragingly, "Get up there Joe."

            Johnny stood there steadfastly, gazing down upon Joe and said
calmly, "I'm not going to help you.  You can do this."

            Joe tried once more to pull himself up but it was costing him
everything that he had to muster.  Finally, he was at head level once
again.  He then swung his legs on over the edge to try to get more grip and
he did it.  He was breathing hard but at last, he had made it.  He was able
to then pull himself onto the more secure ground.  He was out of breath and
dizzy.  He tried to stand up, but instead he just rolled over.  Terry burst
out laughing as he delighted in his observation, "Look, Johnny, look at
Joe's weenie.  It's twitching again."

            Johnny cut Terry off somberly, "This is not the time to joke
about that kind of thing.  You try climbing a cliff, rubbing yourself on
the rocks and see what happens to you."

            Terry, thinking the better of it, kindly asked Joe, "Do you
want some water?"

            Joe could not speak but obviously the other boys got the hint.
Joe dumped most of the water they gave him on himself before taking a huge
drink.  Johnny then looked Joe in the eyes and calmly said, "Good show.
You have done very well but you are not done yet.  Now, throw the rope back
down for Palmer."

            Joe could barely stand up at this point but did and as he
walked a few steps staggering, he threw the rope down.  Palmer then yelled,
"Okay, pull your pack up."

            Joe started to pull. The work was painful.  It seemed a lot
heavier than what he thought it was going to be or should be.  What made it
even worse was that his arms were dead tired.  Feeling a little sympathy
for Joe now that he had climbed himself all the way up the cliff with no
help, not even at the very end, Johnny soon started to kindly help Joe and
within a minute, his pack was up.  Johnny untied the knots then threw the
rope back down to his friend.  Palmer, having not been injured and in great
shape for a 16 year old with good rock climbing experience, was able to get
up the cliff a lot faster than what Joe was able to do.  He made it look so
easy.  After Palmer eased himself over the precipice with seemingly no
difficulty at all, he spotted Joe who was still slumped against a tree.  He
went to Joe and with genuine admiration said, "Not bad."

            Joe smiled back said, "Really?"

            Palmer said, "It was your first time being challenged
physically like that.  You actually did really well.  Next time just listen
to us the first time.  First of all, you would not have been in the
predicament you were in if you had. Then, you didn't heed me the second
time after you were down there, all battered, bruised and knocked out for
an hour.  You would have had an easier time if you just listened to what us
older guys were telling you.  Then you wasted energy when you tried to take
yourself and your pack up at the same time.  You need to work smarter, not
harder, but yeah, kid, you got balls.  You proved that today."

            Johnny then added, "I wished the town could have seen you.
Maybe they would all stop seeing you for being a weakling and see you for
who you really are."

            Joe relied sheepishly, "What, pathetic?"

            Johnny countered, "Enduring.  What you got, kid is real balls!"

            Johnny then gently picked up Joe and said, "We need to get
going".

            They walked for about another 15 minutes until they came to a
trail marker that pointed to the ocean.  Joe looked down to see that it was
a drop.  There were some stairs and a rope that was along the stairs.
Palmer then explained, "This should be easier to do than a 150 foot
plummet.  Joe, why don't leave your pack here with me.  When you get to the
bottom, I'll send all of the packs at once.  Take some rope with you so we
can let gravity do the work."

Joe grabbed onto the rope that the park provided and started his descent.
As was true to Palmer's word, the descent was far easier.  The hill that he
was going down was composed of sand and stone instead of just stone.  He
got down it with relative ease, well, three-fourths of the way down, until
he tripped over himself and landed flat on his face.  At least he landed on
sand this time.  It was a much softer landing.  He looked up only to see
that the rest of the boys were once more laughing at him.

Johnny taunted, "Captain Clumsy does it again."

Johnny therefore tightened the rope and instructed Joe to walk at an angle.
Then, Johnny sent all the packs down with ease.  Joe was surprised that
they came down so easily.  Then, the rest of the boys came down without
falling.  Palmer remarked to Joe, "Not having a good day, eh?"

Joe answered with his own self depreciation, "This is normal for me.  I am
always screwing up."

Palmer then said with some encouragement, "No worries, it's your first time
doing stuff like this."

Joe replied, "I just wish I didn't always make myself look like a fool."

Johnny shot back, "Then, we would have no entertainment.  We got about an
hour's hike before we get to our campsite for tonight."

The rain continued to fall as the ocean roared and the waves went back and
forth, back and forth.  Joe was surprised to see that no one else was on
the trail.  Not a soul. He had previously seen visitors coming frequently
to hike this trail. Today, there were none.  Joe may have been happy to see
that at least someone else had been there but it worried him that there was
no one at all.  Maybe, he thought, it was because the weather was so bad.
He knew that Shi Shi Beach was really popular.  The camp they were going to
could hold up to 200 people.

The sand they were now trudging through slowed them down even further,
however.  His body was aching for several reasons but the sand just added
to the pain and misery.  It made every step seem even harder and take more
energy to make so it was becoming just a tiresome ordeal at the moment and
no fun at all.  When they finally arrived at the camp site, it was
completely empty.  There was not a single other person in sight.  It was
disheartening, but at least the rain had finally started to subside.

Johnny and Palmer were actually happy to see that the campsite was
deserted.  They proclaimed now that they could get the best spot.  They
were glad nobody else was there so that the group would be free to do what
they wanted and just how they wanted to do it. They proceeded to a spot
that was as far as possible away from the ocean as they could get.  Palmer
was already setting out the bear cans.  Joe queried, "Why do we need them?
I thought there were no bears around here?"

Palmer answered Joe in a matter-of-fact way, "They are not about the bears
but for the raccoons.  They are terrible pests around here."

Johnny started to build a fire ring while Palmer started to teach Joe how
to set up a tent.  The tents they had were really simple. They were small,
but enough for two people.  Both of the tents were green, Joe observed, as
Terry sat up his own tent.  Joe started to wonder how they were all going
to keep themselves dry for the entire week with all of the predicted rain.
He was surprised, however to see what Palmer could do with such a seemingly
small tent structure.  The tent, when fully erected, seemed rather spacious
inside.

Johnny was actually able to start a fire with what looked like wet wood to
Joe.  Johnny explained, "That is what I like about driftwood.  The sea
water will usually dry it out rather than keep it wet all through.  It's
amazing what salt water can do.  We'll be having a warm meal tonight, trust
me.  I will be making soup from our dehydrated meat and vegetables."

Palmer called for Terry and Joe to come closer to the beach.  He announced,
"While Johnny is busy getting the fire going and cooking our meal, you both
are going to practice wrestling each other.  So strip to your underwear."

Terry was much more eager to strip to his boxer briefs then Joe was at the
moment.  Joe was surprised to observe that Terry was wearing the same brand
of boxer briefs, from Hanes.  Terry had grey ones on.  Terry looked at Joe
who was just standing there, staring at Terry's underwear and asked, "Why
aren't you stripping?"

It was embarrassing for Joe but he was hard again.  He just didn't
understand why this happened to him.  Why did his penis seem to have a mind
of its own? What was it that caused it to do that when he was in of other
guys.? Joe knew from experience that if he touched it and played what would
happen and he liked it when he was by himself and could make it do that but
why now.?

Why at the worst possible, most embarrassing moment would it just do that.?
Why couldn't he control it by just thinking, "Down, Boy.?  Palmer observed
Terry's predicament and could see what Joe was thinking just by the
expression on Joe's face and by the fact that Joe was kind of trying to
cover and hide his genitals.  Palmer then said in a calm and mentoring way,
"There is nothing to be ashamed of.  I heard that when you wrestle with
Johnny you get hard every time.  It happens to all of us guys.  It is
normal, so get over it.  We've all seen it before and we have all gotten
hard before from doing it, so it is just what happens.  A guy's dick has no
control over it.  It does what it wants to do, when it wants to do it."

It was true and when Johnny did go after Joe's balls from time to time and
also attempted jacking off Joe's cock, as much as could be done through his
boxer briefs.  But that was different.  Johnny never made Joe have an
orgasm.  Johnny never made fun of Joe being hard either.  It all just
seemed to be part of the domination. Joe just thought of it as Johnny
having him in a hold from which he could not escape and Johnny got to take
advantage of the moment and got to feel Joe up.  Joe wished he could do the
same with Johnny.  He wanted to feel another guy's cock and balls but dared
not tell anyone else about it.

 Joe slowly acquiesced and took his shirt and pants off to reveal that he
was once again hard in his blue Hanes boxer briefs.  Terry looked at them
and smirked, "Is there ever a time that your dick is soft?"

Joe admitted, "No, I am so sorry."

Terry countered, "For what, being a guy?  Joe blushed profusely. His cheeks
went full red against his otherwise light colored skin, even though he had
already a natural tan.  The reaction was overpowering but it only lasted
for a few moments.  Joe quickly forgot how embarrassed he was when Terry
suddenly approached him, picked him up and slammed his body on the sandy
beach.  The match was on.  Joe instantaneously regained new energy from
that attack, whether from his own budding testosterone, adrenaline or both.
His wounds and other aches and pains promptly faded from being of
concern. It was the fight or flight response that comes in an instant when
a human being or any mammal is threatened.  Joe was determined to beat
Terry this time.

  The match was as sexual as it was the last time, if not even more.  Terry
got his boy hard-on fairly quickly.  Joe instantly got over his fear of
touching someone else's penis and madly grabbed at Terry's, whatever he
could grasp, cock, balls or both and squeezed when he could, even if it was
only momentary.  Joe even got a couple of body slams in, himself.  Joe was
very surprised how close the match was even though he had been very sore
just moments earlier.  At this moment, he felt no pain or weakness.  Terry
must have been just as sore or that is what Joe thought but didn't care.
Joe was out to win now.

The match went back and forth for what seemed an incredibly long time
considering the very long and hard day that had preceded it.  Joe was
actually able to start to exert some dominance over Terry about 30 minutes
in the match.  Neither boy had been able to pin the other yet nor able to
totally dominate and now they were now both covered in sand.  It had been
just a lot of grasping, flipping and groping, so far.  Both of them were
breathing hard and trying to get an advantage over the other, no matter the
cost.  Finally, both of them got each other into a headlock.  They were
both pulling on each other trying to get the other to submit.  Joe was
finally able to flip Terry onto his back and pin him.  He playfully rubbed
Terry's penis, as if trying to jack him off for a minute in order to exert
his sexual dominance over him, at least for that day.  Terry was breathing
hard and could not move.

Palmer then intervened and pushed Joe off of Terry and pinned him within
two minutes.  Joe thought that this was unfair.  Palmer had used Terry to
weaken him and run him out of strength and energy while Palmer was fresh.
Palmer, pinning Joe down then stroked Joe's penis for a minute or so.  Joe
was about ready to cum when Palmer, sensing it, abruptly stopped.  Palmer
exclaimed, "Not bad."

At that moment, Joe really wanted and needed to cum, his penis wildly
twitching and a few drops of clear fluid leaking out of it.  Joe was then
ready for a full out orgasm and thought that was what Palmer had been up to
getting from him, so he didn't know why Palmer stopped short of it.  Palmer
reading Joe's mind, announced, "We are not sexual tools.  I'll make you cum
really well at some point, boy, don't worry.  When I do, you'll be glad I
stopped now, when I did. I just wanted to see now how long you could
resist."  Palmer retreated with the look of the Devil himself on his face.