The Old Tree

The three guys were surfers, local boys from the Outer Banks, in their early twenties, smooth tanned bodies, hard and well toned. Baggy bright colored surfing bathing suits hanging down to their knees. The hair on their darkly tanned legs had turned blond. Every year the tourists came to the beach, every year the guys found some sucker with whom they would have their fun and take his money. They surfed close to the public beach and noticed who watched them. Sometimes they were married men with families, sometimes single older men, sometimes it was a man with another man. But they all wanted the same thing. When the three guys finished they went to the public rest room, changing station and outdoor shower to rinse off and change clothes. Often someone followed them.

“Hey boys do you want to make a little cash.” The man who followed them that day said, as the boys sprayed off in the outdoor showers where the sun bathed their wet bodies with sparkling light. The man looked to be in his early forties, in good shape, good tan, well built. He did not wear a wedding ring and he was alone.

“Sure. What you got in mind.” Dan said. Dan was tall and slim with rock hard abs, flat firm chest and well defined muscular arms and legs. His curly blond hair looked like it had been peroxided. His eyes were blue.

“Meet me at the old tree and make a little money.”

“Sure man, in a few.” Said Spanky, also tall, lanky and well formed with the body of surfer, deep tan, hard body, blondish brown hair that hung long and straight over his shoulders.

Bill drove the old beat up Bronco they used on the beach to a pull off beside the beach road, about a mile from the public beach parking lot. Bill had a dark tan, dark brown hair and brown eyes. A brand new red X-terra pulled in behind them. The man who had met them at the showers stepped out of the car.

“How did you know where the old tree is?” Dan asked. It was a well known place for men to meet men, usually late at night.

“I am familiar with the beach. I have come down here every summer for the past ten years.”

“Haven’t seen you before.” Spanky said.

“I’m usually with a house full of people. This year I came by myself.” The man said. “By the way my name is Hank.”

The boys did not introduce themselves, and they suspected that Hank was not his real name.

Once in the thicket of live oak trees they followed a path to a huge old live oak, with spreading branches hanging low to the ground. Green lichen covered the tree. The ground was littered with waxed brown leaves from the tree and other things.

“What you got in mind?” Bill asked Hank.

“I’ll pay you each fifty bucks to strip naked.”

“Done.” Dan said, and they all quickly took off their baggy bathing suits. Under the bathing suits was pale white skin and dark brown patches of curly pubic hair from which hung their well developed members. Dan’s was longest at about eight inches hard. Bill came in a close second with a seven incher and Spanky made up for in what he lacked in length with girth.

“Now get em hard and wank em.”

“How much for that?” Bill asked.

“Twenty five.”

“Done.” Spanky said.

They stood around Hank in a circle after they got their dicks hard then started to jack em.

“Before you shoot, let me know. I want the jism.” Hank said, licking his lips.

“How much for that.” Bill asked.

“If I don’t get it, it will be spilt on the ground.”

“How much?” Dan asked.

“Ten?”

“Twenty-five.” Spanky said.

“Okay.” Hank said.

Then as each of them was about to come, Hank took each individual dick head in his mouth and took their jism as they shot.

“Em good!” Hank said, licking his lips.

“You guys are good.” Hank said peeling off hundred dollar bills for each of them.

“We’re not through.” Dan said, putting the bill in his wallet.

“What do you mean?” Hank said.

“Now it’s our turn to have some fun.” Spanky said.

“This sound interesting.” Hank said. “I’m game.”

“I need to go out to the car and get some things, be right back.” Spanky sprinted down the trail and returned with a yellow nap sack.

“Take your clothes off, Hank and let us tie yours hands and feet. This should be a treat for you.” Dan said.

Hank was willing to experiment and was curious what the boys had in mind. He let Spanky and Dan tie his arms over his head then tie them to a low hanging branch of the old tree. Then they tied his feet together and drove a stake in the ground where they tied the rope to keep him stationary.

Bill then took a length of medical tubing and tied it around Hanks dick and balls, pulling it as tight as he could. Hank’s dick began to swell and get hard, it began to turn purple as blood flowed in but could not flow out. It was a mighty member when fully engorged, about 9 inches erect. Hank began to become a little worried at this point.

“What are you guys doing?” Hank asked.

“We just wanted a little souvenir of our experience with you Hank. Don’t worry, we do this every summer. We have quite a collection.” Spanky then put a ball gag in Hank’s mouth. Hanks eyes opened wide and looked terrified.

Dan pulled a long shiny steel rod with a tiny hole in the center out of the bag and proceeded to put Vaseline on it. He then began to push it down Hank’s urethra, slowly, then when it reached his bladder a steady stream of yellow urine began to flow through the rod until it stopped.

“Bill get the knife ready.” Dan said.

Bill then reached into the bag and pulled out a fish filleting knife, it was thin and razor sharp with a wooden handle. Spanky pulled out a small propane torch and lit the end of it with a match. Hank’s eyes got really wide when he saw the torch. Spanky put on some thick gloves and proceeded to heat the blade of the knife with the torch until it turned red hot.

Once the knife was heated just right he pulled Hank’s entire swollen package out as far as he could then placed the knife under Hank’s scrotum behind the medical tubing, and began to cut around the steel rod in Hank’s urethra. Hank tried to scream, but the ball gag kept him silent. The knife cut through the flesh like butter, sealing the wound as he cut. He finally finished circling the steel rod and put the knife down. He then grabbed the whole package firmly with both hands and lifted it off the steel rod in one piece; scrotum and testicles attached to the penis. By this time Spanky had run back to the car and came back with a large freezer bag and a small cooler.

“We’ll be keeping this.” Dan said with a grin, holding the cauterized penis and balls with one hand just under the big flared head. He then put it in the freezer bag and put it in the cooler on ice.

“We’ll be keeping this too.” Spanky said, pulling the rest of Hank’s money out of his wallet.

The hot knife had done a good job of stopping the flow of blood from the wound which looked red and seared with the steel rod sticking out of it.

“I’ll be needing this too.” Bill said, then he pulled the steel rod out of the red wound. A little dimple remained where the urethra was located that would allow him to pee.

“We are going to leave you tied up. But we will call for some help, once we have had enough time to get away.” Bill said.

They then took off in the Bronco down the road and disappeared down a side road.

After about fifteen minutes they called the police to tell them a man was tied up at the old tree off the beach road. Better go get him. This wasn’t the first man the police had found tied up at the old tree.

Then they drove to Bill’s uncle’s workshop. He was a taxidermist and freeze dried small birds and animals in a freeze drier that looked like a mid sized refrigerator.

“Once we get it freeze dried, I will mount it on a walnut plague and we can add it to our collection.” Dan said.

After a few days, the specimen was prepared and ready to be mounted. Dan worked for his uncle in the taxidermy business when he wasn’t surfing, so he knew the trade well. When it was finished they would take it to their club house to hang it on the wall, with the date, Hank’s name and an etching of the old tree. It would hang on the wall along with several other specimens of various sizes and shapes.

“Another one for the season.” Dan said, looking at the specimen before he hung it on the wall. “Very realistic, a good job if I must say so myself.” It had been touched up with paint to look lifelike. It was a full nine inches with penis and scrotum. The head was nicely flared and painted pink and lifelike. The veins of the shaft had been shaded purple, looking realistic as well. Once touched up the whole thing was coated with a sealer and varnish that gave it a nice shiny look. The only thing heavy about it was the walnut plague, the specimen itself had been dried and weighted very little. “We will have to go to Hatteras next, then maybe to Kill Devil Hills or Kitty Hawk and find us another one.”