Chapter 3
WHO'S EDUCATING WHOM?
The next interesting and coherently written theme was from one of the male students in my English n class. As I read it, amazed at its contents, I tried to figure out who in the world the boy could be. There was absolutely no hint to his identity in the theme. This was his story:
My father died when I was a baby and I have grown up (if you can call thirteen grown-up) pampered and spoiled by my mother. My mother is a young, pretty woman who could go out with just about any man she has a mind to, but she refuses to have anything to do with any of them, devoting all her time to me.
I was ten years old before she finally heeded my pleas to let me take a bath by myself and dress myself. It seemed she wanted to be with me every minute of the day. I'm sure if we could afford it, she would have hired a private tutor so that I wouldn't have to go to school five days a week.
I was never permitted to indulge in any sports, as my mother was fearful that I might be hurt. She did buy a piano and a set of tennis-racquets for me, but my circle of friends was so limited by her constant watchfulness that I never got a chance to use the racquets.
Last year my aunt and uncle, Mom's sister and brother-in-law, and my cousin Tim visited us for a week. To me this was heaven, just having some people in the house.
Tim was a year older than I and we got to be pretty close pals during that week. I slept in a double-bed with Tim while Aunt Jill and Uncle Paul slept on a studio-couch in our den. My room was down the hall completely away from both of the other bedrooms, so Tim and I were able to talk until the small hours of the morning and not be disturbed or bother any of the other sleepers in the house.
The second night of their visit, Tim and I were lying in bed when Tim brought up a subject I had often thought about, but one which frightened me to death. He started to talk about girls!
"Have you ever done it?" he asked me.
"No," I replied. "Have you?"
"Twice," he answered, "both with different girls, too!"
"What's it like?" I inquired anxiously.
"Man, it's the greatest! It even feels better than when you jack yourself off!"
"What's that?"
"Aw, you're kidding me! No, I guess you're not," he said after seeing that I was really serious. ' 'Well, have you ever had a hard-on?"
"You mean, has my thing ever got real hard? Yes, it's hard every morning when I wake up."
"Aw, that's just a piss hard-on? It goes away after you pee, doesn't it?" I had to agree that after I came back from the bathroom, the stiffness was gone. "Haven't you ever gotten hard any other time?"
"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it!" I answered.
"Come on, tell me! We're pals, aren't we?"
Then I told him about seeing this picture one of the kids at school swiped from his older brother who had bought it in Mexico. It was a picture of a girl, completely naked, who was being fucked in the ass by a great big Negro. The Negro had about the biggest cock I had ever seen and he had it rammed almost all the way into the girl's ass. I had dreamed about that picture and that huge cock for a week, and each time I would wake up with a hard-on. I confided this to Tim.
"But it wasn't the girl you thought about?" Tim asked.
"No, it was just that great big black cock!"
"Don't you like girls?" he asked me.
"Sure, I like them," I replied, "but I don't think they like me very much. I've never been on a date, you know."
"Tomorrow," Tim winked, "we are going down to the park and we're going to get you all fixed up! If the girls in the park around here are anything like the girls in the parks at home, we'll both get a little piece. Okay?"
I nodded in agreement.
"Now," he said, reaching over and grabbing my limp prick, "let's frig each other to sleep. Go ahead, get ahold of mine. Just jack it off like this!"
I could feel my cock come alive as quickly as he had it in his hand. It grew to its full size as he rubbed it up and down. I reached over and did the same to his prick. Before long, both of us had come into each other's hand. We wiped our hands on our socks which were on the floor beside the bed, and then we turned over and went to sleep. That night I dreamed I was sucking Tim's cock.
The next day we toured the park looking for girls. We finally were lucky enough to pick up a couple of them on the playground. I felt sure that both of the girls were too young to even be interested in boys, but it turned out they really were interested?
Tim did most of the talking while we were fooling around on the swings. He lied and told them we were both fifteen, and the girls also lied and said they were fourteen. I'm sure neither one of them was over twelve. Both of them, however, did show signs of boobs, and one of the girls had a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. They both wore crotch-riding shorts and had their midriffs tied, showing an expanse of skin. I remember how interested I was in the tightness of their shorts, especially when I looked at their cute though small asses.
Tim was the bold one of the two of us, and he made the choice of the tallest of the two girls, though neither one was very tall. Her name, she told us, was Sandy. The girl who was supposed to be with me said her name was Myra. Tim started pushing his girl on the swing and he would grab a feel every time he pushed. Sandy would scream and giggle and tell him to "stop that," but we all knew she was loving every minute of it.
Myra was about as shy as I was and there was very little conversation between us, although I too pushed her on the swing. I was not bold enough to cop a feel, however.
We started to walk them home when Sandy hit on an idea.
"Listen, my folks won't be home tonight. It's their lodge night. So why don't you stay all night with me, Myra, and the guys can come over after the folks have split?"
"I don't know...." Myra hedged.
"It'll be a gasf C'mon, I'll go in with you and ask your Mom if you can!"
Turning to us, she told us her address and what time to be at her house. "And don't be late!" she yelled after us.
We told our folks we were going down to school to practice dancing with the dancing-class which met twice a week. My mother of course, was overjoyed at the thought that I would be learning something useful instead of sports.
We arrived at Sandy's house on time and she let us in. Myra was seated on the couch, still wearing the same shorts she had on earlier. I went over and sat down next to her. Sandy had changed into a micro-skirt and she was barefoot.
Sandy selected some records and put them on the stereo and then she and Tim started dancing. I asked Myra if she wanted to dance and was much relieved when she said no. We watched Sandy and Tim. At the end of the first record, Sandy whispered something into Tim's ear and he lit up like a Christmas tree and nodded yes.
Sandy went into the kitchen and soon returned with some glasses and a bottle of her folks' liquor. She handed them to Tim and then returned to the kitchen, running all the while and showing us a glimpse of lace bikini-panties as she flew. She came back with some ice and a large bottle of cola.
Tim poured the drinks and handed one to each of us. I took a sip of mine and almost gagged. It was strong. I looked over at Myra and was surprised to see her take two large gulps with no reaction at all. Almost like she was drinking water!
I nursed my drink for a long time, but the other three drank the stuff like it was going out of style. It was obvious that both Tim and Sandy were stoned. They were hanging onto each other in the middle of the room, rubbing up against each other and swapping tongues and spit.
I turned to Myra and put my arm around her shoulder, tilted her face toward mine and kissed her lightly on the lips. I was surprised when her tongue came out and flicked into my mouth. She adjusted herself and reached for my head, pushing my lips back against hers. This time the kiss was not a light one-this time we soul-kissed! We were interrupted by something covering us up. We parted and removed the object that had been thrown over our heads. It was Sandy's dress!
Tim's pants and shorts were lying in a heap in the middle of the floor, and when we looked, Sandy was tugging her bikini-panties off her hips. The two of them crushed against each other and then Tim's cock which was fully erect and stiff, was sliding between Sandy's legs.
Tim hadn't noticed-or if he did, he just didn't care, but I noticed and became a bit scared. Just before the bodies came together, I had a good look at Sandy's cunt. It was red, juicy, all the things a cunt is supposed to be-except it didn't have a hair around it.
I began to wonder just how old the girls were, but my fears soon melted when Myra drunkenly began kissing me again. I started to play with her boobs while she was busy tonguing me, and I discovered they were mere nubs with nipples. My hand went down to her crotch and slid under the tight material. She too was as bald as a cue-ball. When my hand touched her down there, her hips started pumping against my hand and finally I pushed one finger into her juicy, sticky slit.
Her hand pushed down under my belt and she grasped my stiff cock and squeezed it and pulled it.
We were just about out of breath when we separated for a moment and looked over at my cousin and Sandy. Tim was lying on the floor on his back and Sandy had impaled herself on his prick. She was bobbing and weaving and bucking like a rodeo-rider on a bronc. Myra caught her breath at the scene and started divesting herself of her few clothes.
As soon as she had them off, she fell to the floor, spread her legs and held her arms out to me. I hurriedly got out of my pants and shorts and almost fell on her. She tilted her hips into the air and then grasped my cock from underneath, placed it against her hole and then pulled my hips down at the same moment she thrust hers forward.
The pain hit me like a shot. For a second, I thought my prick had entered a meat-grinder, but the pain soon departed, and I was left with a strange but wonderful feeling as we pumped against each other. Myra uttered guttural sounds and moans as she seemed to have one climax after another. Finally it was my turn to come, and I felt as though the entire world was coming to an end. Firecrackers exploded and bombs burst at the precise moment my dam opened its gates and flooded her insides with my semen.
We lay there for a moment resting, and then I looked down at my cock which was still inside her. No wonder it hurt! It wasn't in her pussy! It was buried to the hilt in her ass-hole!
I am almost ashamed to admit it, and I wouldn't if there was any way for you to trace this theme, but, although I have fucked twenty or thirty times during the last year, I am still technically a virgin! I have yet to feel my cock slide into a girl's cunt! It's always been by the rear. Naturally I am beginning to wonder about myself. Am I queer? Maybe I am, because five or six of these fucking-sessions were with boys!
I don't feel as though I am a homosexual, however, because I have no desire to have some boy stick his dong in my ass. I have, however, sucked two of the boys off after fucking them, but that doesn't prove anything, because I've licked the girls' asses clean after I've corn-holed them. But I wish I knew for sure.
Do you think this is all my mother's fault?