Rococo Beach

Rococo Beach

(Part 5: The Storm)

Looking back, I suppose it was the storm that really brought us together, that made us feel we had been a part of something that no one else had, that gave us an experience that we would always remember. Not that all the other things that happened weren't important too, but the storm seemed to be the central event of that summer's beach trip. It seemed to come up so fast.

Even with all the satellites and weather prediction equipment, storms can come up out of the Gulf with hardly any warning. For me, the first sign that there's trouble in the Gulf is when you find jelly fish and sea nettles coming in with the tide, when it's not the season for them to start yet. Storms uproot them. So when it gets bad for swimming, you know something has happened out in the Gulf.

Gary and I were on the beach when we heard Dogwater yell that he'd been stung. He came in out of the water with a couple of big red welts on his arms, and a nasty one on the inside of his thigh. Those stings can really hurt.

"Let's go back to the cabin and get some stuff that we can put on it," I said. People used to use wet tobacco to take the stinging away. But now there were several kinds of white salves that did the job better.

We started up toward the cabin. Looking back at the water, I could see some small gray clouds just barely visible on the horizon.

"Does anybody have an onion?" Dogwater asked.

"Huh?"

"I always cut an onion in half and put it on wasp stings, and the swelling goes down right away. It takes the pain away too."

"I don't know. But this other stuff is better."

Back in the cabin, Dogwater pulled off his bathing suit.

"Damn, that thing just missed your balls, didn't it?" I asked.

Gary started laughing. Dogwater had huge balls, and a dick that flopped back and forth every time he moved. He seemed embarrassed by all this.

"Well, I got into a nest of them before I knew it, and it seemed like they were all over me at once." He turned red.

I sensed there was more to this than met the eye. He had his bathing suit to one side, out of the way. As he turned to pick it up, I realized he had a huge red welt on his butt.

"Damn, Dogwater, did you have your bathing suit off out there?"

He got even redder and shuffled his feet. "Well, I wouldn't have, but I decided to feel what it would be like to jerk off out there where my feet couldn't touch bottom. I ain't never done it that way before."

The gleam in Gary's eyes, along with the bulge in his pants, told me he was turned on by this too.

"Well, did you finish before the jelly-fish got you?"

"No. But I almost did."

I could see that his balls were full. It must have been a couple of days since he had beat off completely. The fullness in his dick as it swung between his legs, made me ache inside to reach out and touch it.

"You want some help with it?"

"What I want is something to make these places stop burning and hurting."

"Gotcha," Gary said. Danny had shown us, just a day before, where the salves were, as well as things for sunburn. Gary hurried over to a cabinet outside coach's room and came back with a tube. The bulge in his pants was bigger.

"I'll put it on for you," Gary said. He knelt down in front of Dogwater, his face just inches away from that full and juicy dick, and began slowly smoothing salve on the affected spots. As his hand got to the red spot on Dogwater's thigh, the back of it was brushing against Dogwater's dick and balls.

"Hey, watch it," Dogwater said.

"Well, if you'd stand still, I could do it without brushing up against that big damn dick of yours."

"Look, Gary, if you can't do it right, I'll just do it myself."

I figured I better say something. "I'll get that spot on your butt, and it'll be all done once Gary gets that front part rubbed in." I saw the evil grin on Gary's face when I said that.

"Those balls sure seem kinda full," Gary said.

"Just finish up. I don't like people messing around with my dick."

"That seems odd, coming from someone who keeps a journal of dick sizes and stuff," I said.

Gary reached with surprise. "You keep a record on stuff like that?" As he massaged the cream in, I could see him looking carefully at Dogwater's dick. Meanwhile, I was slowly putting the salve on that smooth, round butt, enjoying every moment.

Dogwater went up on his toes as our massages began to get through to him. At the same time, he was trying to explain his journal, and justify his interest in dicks.

"Well, I just keep a record of dicks. I mean, I don't beat off to them or shoot off every time I write something in my journal. I'm not like you guys."

With that, I reached through his legs and grabbed his balls. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What are you saying about us?" At the same time that I grasp his balls I began massaging them. They were so full, it was like one full, round, firm orange. The whole thing was one globe, one very filled circle, one single ball waiting to explode.

With my other hand, I inserted my finger, covered with salve, up his butt. Dogwater rose onto the tips of his toes, but with me holding his balls, he couldn't go far. That was one really great feeling, being in control. I knew for the first time what it really meant to say you had someone by the balls.

Gary realized what was happening, and he began putting his fingers along Dogwater's dick. For just an instant, the dick didn't react. That was probably because Dogwater was holding back, trying to squeeze his ass tight against my fingers. Then the dick came to life, and leaped up to full length almost instantly, snapping to attention. It happened so fast that I heard Dogwater himself gasp at the sensation.

I put a second finger into his butt, inserted all the way, and then began to slowly spread the two fingers apart. Dogwater was tense all over, but now the action was in his balls. I could feel the movement, the drawing upward as if they wanted to enter back inside him or at least get on either side of his dick where it entered his body. There was warmth and real action in his balls now. I continued my massage.

Gary told me afterward that at the moment Dogwater shot, the look on his face was like the amazed look on the face of a little kid who has just crapped in his pants. His body was rigid, he was rocking on his heels so that I had to pull out of his ass and put my hand against his back to keep him from falling back onto me. As he shot, his balls went through a spasm as well. From between his legs, I could see stream after stream of cum come flying out.

Finally the orgasm was over. His balls relaxed. His muscles eased. But those magnificent balls still seemed as full and perfect as ever. Gary and I let go of him, and Dogwater sat down on a cot.

"Damn. I ain't never had an experience quite like that before." He seemed more amazed by it than anything else.

Gary's dick was still trying to get out of his pants, but he must have dripped or spurted some pre-cum, because there was a spot on the front of them. Although Gary and I had only known each other a couple of days, I already could sense when he was really sexed up. His eyes had a secret inner fire in them at those times, and he had that look now.

Actually, I was feeling pretty horny myself. After that first morning, we hadn't really had a time to be with each other again. And I hadn't had a chance to shoot off. I realized now that my dick also was long and hard and aching to fire off. I stuffed my hand in the pocked of my shorts and began feeling the head a little.

Gary saw what I was doing, and grinned. Then he said to Dogwater, "I bet your sting places don't feel so bad now."

"That's right." he sounded amazed. "I guess maybe all the pain's gone away."

Gary moved over and stood in front of where Dogwater sat. Gary's dick was about to bust out of his pants now. He grabbed Dogwater's head and pulled him close to that bone.

"Here. You want something good?"

Dogwater shook himself loose. "Get your damn dick out of my face. I don't want that thing!"

I was surprised that Gary was so horny. I decided his sex drive must be as strong as mine. I can't go 24 hours without beating off. I figured this was a good sign for our future. It's like we were perfectly matched.

"Come on, Gary, let's go back to the beach." I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around. We went out together. Dogwater still sat on the cot, a look of amazement on his face.

That day storm warnings went up. The warning flags were posted at regular intervals along the beach. In addition, the radio warned of a sudden storm making up in the Gulf and heading our way.

But I have to confess that my mind was elsewhere. My mind was on my dick, and my dick was ready for Gary. We sat on the beach and looked out to the south, where ominous black clouds were beginning to form. The sky out that way had an angry look, like trouble was coming.

But all I could think of was Gary: his long, tanned legs that had a light sifting on sand on the hair there, his strong arms and tight stomach, his muscles smooth and rippling. We were still in shorts, and his bone was still up. The head was poking so hard through the material that I could almost imagine it coming out. I remembered how magnificent it was, when we were together in the showers. I wanted to roll over on him, yank his shorts off, and go to work on that wondrous head right away. But I couldn't; the beach wasn't private, and people continually roamed up and down the sand.

My thoughts were so totally involved with Gary and his bone, that I was taken by surprise when a voice behind me said, "You two better go back to the cabin. We may have to pull out until the storm passes by."

I looked over my shoulder, and there stood Coach Barkley.

We jumped to our feet. "Yes, sir, coach."

I looked over at Gary and saw his bone was still hard as hell. I wondered what coach thought about it.

But Coach Barkley's mind was elsewhere. "They say this thing is picking up wind and speed fast, and could turn into a full fledged hurricane by this afternoon. If it does, we will have to evacuate if they give the order, because there's too much danger of a tidal surge. If we got that, it could wash away everything."

I knew what he meant. I had grown up hearing stories of tidal waves that left rocking chairs up in the treetops, and that washed out entire condominiums leaving just a gaping hole in the ground. While they didn't happen that often on the Gulf Coast, the times when they did were tragic and memorable.

"What do you want us to do, coach?"

He looked down at his feet for a moment. "Get packed up, and tell anyone else who comes by the cabin not to roam off. We need to be ready to go at a moment's notice. The road out of here will be jammed with cars, and we don't have any time to waste." Then, seeing the big bone outline in Gary's shorts, he grinned, adding, "And see of you can get Gary to keep his bone under control. It looks like it wants to run away from him."

Gary turned beet red. Coach just smiled and went on down the beach.

"Damn," Gary said, after coach had gone.

"Well, Gary, you thing is so big, there's no way people won't notice it. Can't you control it?"

Of course, I was no one to be telling anybody how to control their dick. My life consists of being young, and horny, and constantly beating off. But Gary didn't know that yet, so he just sort of grumbled to himself.

When we got back to the cabin, no one was there. One or two guys must have stopped by before us, though, because their bedrolls and laundry bags were stacked neatly on their cots, ready to go. I wondered where the rest of them were. Outside the wind had taken on that eerie rise and fall feeling, and it seemed to be building.

Since this might be the last chance Gary and I would have to be alone, I turned to him with my evil grin and said, "Hey, let's go in the showers and mess around." I reached down and touched the head of his dick through the material in his shorts. It responded gratefully.

Gary sort of shook his head, but he moaned quietly, "No, man." And then after a moment, he was saying, "Oh, man. Oh, God. It's so damn good. Oh."

I could tell he was going to give in. He liked it as much as I did. We headed into the showers and stripped, and as the water started, I pulled him close into me, where both our dicks were mashed upward as our stomachs met. He liked that, and began his low moaning sounds again.

As we embraced, our arms wrapped around each other, and I could feel him begin to tremble from the feeling. I slid my hands down his tanned and slender back, and began rubbing his butt. He responded to that, and pulled himself into me even tighter.

He suddenly raised his hands, put them around my face and pulled me in close, and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue found its way inside, and our tongues began a hot game of pushing and searching. I don't think he had ever done this before, and I knew damned well that I never had, but the sensation was so different from anything we had tried, that I was aroused in a second.

I was getting nearer to shooting off by the second. Finally I had to say, "I'm about to cum."

With that, he dropped down to his knees, and took my dick in his mouth. It was one of the greatest feelings I have ever had. Water from the shower came down my back. Some of it came down the front and spilled off onto him. But he worked away on my dick for all he was worth. I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't. I wished this moment could last forever. "I'm cuming," I cried.

He didn't pull off my dick. He took my full load, and his eyes looked up at me as he swallowed my cum. They were filled with a kind of joy.

Finally he had sucked me dry. He stood up. His dick was still hard and waiting for action, so I returned the favor. I dropped to my knees as he had done, and began sucking. I felt the thrill go through him. His thrusts as he built to a climax were wonderful to feel. It was like his whole body was jerking off, as if every muscle worked together so that when he shot his load, it was sheer perfection. When it was over, we were both exhausted.

I still ran my hands over his body as his dick softened. I felt his pubic hairs, his balls, his butt. I touched his abdomen and his stomach, like I was a map-maker, charting territory I wanted to always remember. Outside, the wind continued its moan. But it was picking up speed.

We had gotten dressed and finished packing when some of the others returned. There still was no official word about whether the storm had become a hurricane, or if it was really coming our way. The far-away clouds on the horizon were steadily pushing forward. All of us were a little uneasy.

Danny had a list of our names, and he began checking us off to make sure everybody was here. Andy and Martin had just come back in the truck with hurricane supplies in case we stayed.

"We've got a hurricane lamp and oil, and a sterno stove with some canned heat to use if the power goes off," Martin said. I saw a plastic grocery bag with Spam and other canned things that would be easy to heat. It seemed to me like this might be fun. I hoped we didn't have to evacuate.

Danny asked them, "What was it like down at the store?"

"Everybody was buying gas and stocking up. I never saw so many people buying bags of ice. But I tell you this, there sure were a lot of cars on the road, with people leaving now before it gets worse. I just hope none of them stalls on those narrow roads. They could have us backed up for miles."

Dogwater wandered in at that point. He looked confused, so people had to tell him about the storm and what was going on. But even when they said we might have to leave, he made no effort to get ready.

I went over to him and asked what was wrong.

"Oh, nothing, really. It's just that those nettle stings have started hurting me again, and my arm has swollen a little."

I took him over to Danny, who said they would get coach to look at it when he got back.

Things were getting a little noisy. People were talking and trying to figure out what was going on, and the wind was rising and falling and I could see some of the palm trees begin to bend. That always scared me when I could see that happening.

It was then that Coach Barkley walked in. He blew his whistle, and everything was suddenly quiet.

"OK. Here it is. It has officially become a hurricane, and the winds are increasing. They want everybody to evacuate. Are you all ready?"

Everybody nodded. Everybody, that is, except Dogwater. He sat on his cot, holding his arm. It did look swollen.

Danny got coach to look at it, and they decided since we were having to leave anyhow, they could get a doctor to look at it. And coach made one other announcement:

"OK. Listen to me. When this hurricane is over, we will come back and finish what we started."

We were all glad of that. People started going out to the van and the truck and Danny's car. Although people had packed up, their stuff seemed to take up more room going back than it had coming down.

Coach decided it was better for Dogwater to go in the van where he could get him to a doctor to check him out. We got in Danny's car. Just as he started the engine, Dogwater came running over and said he had put his stuff in the car, and wanted to move it to the van. He always seemed real protective of his things. We suspected he kept his famous journal with him everywhere he went, the one where he wrote down things about dick sizes and stuff like that.

Coach's van had started up, and Danny honked for it to wait. There was a lot of confusion, and the wind was stronger and louder. We decided to stop at the gas station and fill up before getting any further down the road.

When we got there, it was a mob scene. We stopped, but when we saw how long the line for gas was, and how people's tempers seemed to be getting out of hand, we decided to just head on.

Coach walked over to our car.

"You all doing OK?" he asked.

"Thanks. We're doing fine."

Coach looked at the four of us. "Where's Dogwater?"

"Isn't he with you?"

"Well, he was, but he said he forgot something. He went back in the cabin and said he would ride with you all."

We looked at each other. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Dogwater was missing.

(End of Part 5) ______________________________________________ Comments and suggestions are always welcome. jocktime@hotmail.com