[Readers, please note this is the second of a series and makes more sense when read after previous "Curious George stories.]
"OK, C. G., let's agree on initiation and then we can talk about who we really want in the Willow Jacks. This is gonna be an exclusive club, right?"
"Geez, Brett, I thought we would just tack posters up on telephone poles and see what rolls in. Turn your head sideways so I can see if there is anything inside, numb nuts!"
Brett gave George a fist, a bit harder than just play, into his arm, and finished with a glare which told George he was pushing a little too hard.
"We have the initiation out by the pond, but," Brett said, hesitating "what about winter? And what about chances of getting caught?"
"Well, let's not get caught, huh?" George answered. "And in the winter we can use this shed. My ol' man hardly ever comes out here and never in the winter."
"Never except to tan your ass with the strap," Brett replied, taking the opening to needle his buddy.
"Yeah, well, not in the winter. Winter it's down to the basement."
"OK. So each new member goes through our initiation which is to take a lickin' with the willow switch from the members and then jack off for us too?"
"You got it, Brett. And we'll put a blindfold on them for good measure. We give them the three minutes on the egg timer and if the sand runs out before they shoot a load, they get a second dose of the switch. If they can't do it in three minutes on the second try we draw slips from the jug and whoever gets the marked slip jacks the new member off."
"That's it? Then they're in the club?" Brett asked.
"Yep. Full members. One of us," George answered.
"Why would anyone want to join?"
"Why does anyone join any club, Brett? Geez. You want real friends. Guys you can count on no matter what. Guys you share secrets with. This is an exclusive club, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So you know who your really buds are, dork! You need something, you can go to one of us. You have a problem? We can help you. You wanna have a good time, better be with us."
"So who do we ask next? And how do we pick and choose?" Brett seemed to have questions no end.
"Easy dick head, we ask whoever we want to ask. And once a person is nominated for member, we vote. In or out." George was thinking all this out as he spoke, filling in the details as best he could. "We set up the initiation, put the new guy through it, swear him to secrecy, and that's it."
"OK. I can just see us getting caught, though," Brett said.
"Well if it was up to you we would all turn to mummies and stand in one place for life. Cripes. Don't you ever want to have some fun?"
"Sure, C. G.! Just don't want to be stupid and get caught is all."
"Look, Brett, we AIN'T gettin' caught. Geez. Just keep your head up and out of your ass! Look, it's this easy."
George stood up, opened his pants, and began to stroke himself hard. Brett watched with some interest as his buddy pumped it until the dew began to show.
"Joe Blake is next," George said as he continued to stroke himself. "The guy is cool and I swear he's got a woodie about every time I see him on the playground."
Brett stood next to George and followed George's lead, opening his fly and pulling his hardening purple rod free. They stood side by side in the shed watching out the window toward the house just in case someone should appear.
"You gonna ask him or should I?" Brett asked as he looked down and saw a little dew on his tip to match that on George's.
"Nah, let me do it, Brett," George answered. "He's a cinch. And he'll be a good member, too. Knows how to have some fun and keep his mouth shut." George felt the wave start to swell in his belly, his knees started to get a little weak. His closed fist began to move a bit faster and when he looked at that thick leather strap hanging on a hook next to the door he started to shoot his load out onto the dirt floor. "Oooooooooh, yeah!"
"Ok, you ask him, George, but we're drawing lots for who gets to do the initiation!" Brett yanked himself hard a couple of times and shot a wet spot on the dirt just about on top of George's.
"We both get a piece of his butt, Brett," George replied as he grabbed an old rag from the workbench and dried himself. "Three licks from each, six total. And I mean six good ones, too." George grinned that evil smile which never boded well when he was set to do something.
"Well, I wanna see that boy jack it, that's for sure. He's gotta have the biggest schlong around! You ever get a good look in the showers after gym class?"
"Yeah, he's got a long one!" George snickered. "And hung like a stallion. With nuts like his he ought to be able to shoot half way across the pond!"
"And if he can't, I get to help him, C. G.! MINE!" Brett laughed. "Probably take two hands to do it!"
"Well, get your lotion ready, boy, cuz I'm thinkin' I will have him recruited and ready for initiation by tomorrow morning. Our families are supposed to be going to a picnic together tonight and I'll put it to him there."
"You sure he is ok to ask? I mean, he won't tell on us, will he?"
"Nah, not Joe. I've known him all my life and he's one of us. In fact, couple of weeks back he me if I jack off. We had a nice talk about it on the bus on the way over to Kingston for the game."
"Call me tomorrow, then, if we're going out to the pond, so I can get out of the house. My mom has stuff she wants me to do."
"Yeah? Well, you tell her you're no momma's boy anymore, Brett. Time to start doin' a man's thing!" George laughed and stuffed his now shrunk dick back inside his jeans.
The next morning found Brett and George meeting up behind the shed in George's back yard. They had their pails and nets for the polly wog expedition, a Swiss army knife in the pocket, a knapsack with some cookies and apples, and not a care in the world. It was still a month till school would start and the woods would provide some cool relief from the August heat that was sure to build toward afternoon.
"You got the lotion?" George asked.
"Yeah, I got it," Brett replied nervously. "You got the blindfold and the marker?"
"Yep. Right here," George smiled as he patted his knapsack.
"And Joe is sure he wants in, right? He's not gonna snitch, is he?"
"Yeah, he wants it all right. And he's not the snitchin' type. Besides, I let him know if he decided not to join the Willow Jacks, that was fine, but he better keep his mouth shut of every swingin' dick member would jump him."
"Right. All two of us."
"Well, he doesn't know that, does he? Besides, he's lucky to get in at the ground floor."
They walked deeper into the woods till the trees opened and the pond slid forward to meet them. And there, sitting on a rotting stump left by a fallen elm sat Joe Blake. C. G. and Brett waved to him and then looked back over their shoulders to be sure no on had followed. They were a good half mile or more deep in the woods so, barring any freak happening, they would be alone. C. G. set his knapsack down, then his pail and net.
"Wondered if you would show or maybe you would change your mind, Joe. Glad to see you're going to be a Willow Jack!"
Joe had given some thought to the whole thing and only wished he had thought of the idea sooner. This gettin' to be a man was a royal pain sometimes and it would be nice to have some real tight buddies to share it with. And he was curious–very, very curious–about how other guys jacked off.
"Well, let's get it on then!" Joe said, looking George in the eye. "Make me a member."
"OK, Joe but just remember that once you're in you're in for good and you keep whatever is club business to yourself. You got it?"
"Got it!"
"Then Brett and I will initiate you. You pay your dues to get into this group, buddy, and your dues will be your initiation. We ain't called the Willow Jacks for nuthin'!" George opened his knap sack and took out the long red bandanna. He rolled it into a blindfold and tied it round Joe's head to put him in the dark. "Ok, Brett, go cut us a nice willow switch."
George led Joe over to the fallen trunk of the elm. "First the pain, then the pleasure, Joe. That's the initiation for the Willow Jacks. Now we find out just how tough you are. You're gonna take a lickin' from the members first, three good licks each. You're gonna show us you're a man by takin' your whippin' like a man and then jacking yourself off for the group. You got that?"
"Ah, yeah. I got it."
"OK. Then strip your ass bare and bend over the tree for your whippin', boy!"
As Brett returned from the willow at the pond's edge, he saw Joe slowly open his belt, unbutton his shorts, then let them fall to his feet. Joe peeled his briefs down to bare his ass and the longest dick in the ninth grade. George put a hand on Joe's shoulder and bent him forward till he was laying across the large tree, his ass high and his legs splayed wide open. From behind the view was nothing less than spectacular of Joe's long sac and a set of nuts to match the size of his dick.
George took the switch from Brett, stood back and to one side, then barely touched Joe's upturned buttocks to measure the distance to the target.
"The Willow Jacks hereby welcome you into their membership, Joe," George said. Then the switch whistled through the quiet summer air and flicked hard across Joe's backside, wrapping all the way across both cheeks to the hip. Joe's legs flew up in response but he said nothing and remained over the tree. "We have only a couple of rules in this club, Joe. The first is that you are a member for life. You might choose not to participate later but you will always keep our secrets. Remember this one." A second time the willow switch whistled and then sliced across Joe's ass. He now had two parallel deep red marks but had not called out or moved. "A second rule is that you will always do your best to help out a fellow Willow Jack when he asks for help." George lashed the willow down a third time. That lick brought a swallowed yell from Joe. George handed the switch to Brett for the final three.
"Three to go, Joe," Brett announced. "Rule Four. No one gets to be a member without going through the full Willow Jack initiation." Brett took aim, raised the switch, then cut a lick just below the three George had laid on his buddy's butt. Joe's feet were air dancing but he stayed put and did not cry out. "Number Five, Joe. No snitchin'. Not ever. No snitch's on anyone in this club regardless of the consequences." Brett laid the fifth lick in down low, just above the thighs, and this one brought a stiffled yelp. "Sixth, last, and best, Joe, is that we jack. We are the JACKS! So there will be plenty of jackin' off in this club. And you're going to show us how you do it to complete the initiation!" The sixth and last lick with the switch Brett really laid on hard, cutting across the five visible welts already etched into the initiate's ass.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrgggg! Gawd dang it!" Joe shrieked. That last lick had broken his resolve and he leaped upright, blindfold still in place, and grabbed for his scalded backside.
"Easy, Joe. All done. Here, let me put some lotion on those," Brett said as he gently pushed Joe back across the log. He took the lotion, put some on his fingers, and then began to work it in carefully. And, of course, he lingered in Joe's crack and could not resist a little lotion on the tiny hole there. That got the woodie on the rise.
"Now for the second part," George announced. "You keep the blindfold on and you have three minutes to jack yourself and shoot. If you can't get it done in three minutes, you get another dose of six with the willow switch. Then try again. If you still can't get it done the second time, we have other ways to see you get it done, Joe. You ready?"
Joe already had half a hard on from Brett's lotion massage and nodded he was ready.
"Go!" George said. Brett and George watched with fascination as that long, long dick rose up and up with Joe's fist wrapped round it stroking faster and faster. George looked at the egg timer and was hoping, actually, that Joe would not make it. Nothing he would like more than another three licks on that ass!
"You want some lotion?" Brett asked.
"Yeah! Lemme have it!" Joe replied, pumping furiously.
Brett squirted a good wad onto Joe's purple totem and in seconds Joe erupted with a shot so deep it hit George's leg. The egg timer was barely half gone. Impressive.
George waited till the last spurts flew and then removed Joe's hand. He looked Joe in the eye, stuck his hand out and shook Joe's.
"You're a Willow Jack for life, Joe. Welcome. And I think you just set a Willow Jacks record for longest cum shot!"