Chapter 5
When Jim got home his parents were still up. "Did you have a nice time?" his father asked. Jim didn't answer, he just mumbled. He went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He rarely had coffee. The coach said it was bad for the system. But he needed something.
His father came into the kitchen. "Put up a cup for me," he told his son. Jim didn't want any company, but he didn't want to be rude to his father. When the coffee was done they both sat down at the kitchen table. He asked his father if anyone called him while he was out.
"No. No one called." Then there was a pause. "Did you get any action?" his father grinned. Jim felt a sickness in his stomach. He smiled weakly at his father and just told him no. Jim wanted to be alone. He wanted to think. And most of all he didn't want to talk to his father.
Jim finished his cup of coffee as soon as he could. He went up to his room. The coffee didn't help. It only made him feel sicker. He got undressed. He laid down naked on the bed. The room started to swim. He had that feeling before, when he got drunk. He sat up to stop the spinning.
He wondered why men had a preoccupation with sex. He didn't always want sex, like it seemed all his other friends did. The only thing the boys in the locker room talked about was what they had gotten the night before. He wondered what they would be talking about tomorrow. He wondered if any of them had seen him with her. He thought about Judy. It seemed that she liked what he did. It seemed that she wanted him to suck her box. He didn't understand. He thought only girls like Tina Bradsy liked that. And then he remembered how she had eaten his prick.
It seemed that she enjoyed doing that. The very thought of the smell of her cunt made him feel sick. He just didn't understand sex. When he had fucked that other girl, on the beach things went alright. He just fucked her until he came. But didn't know if the girl had come too.
But he didn't know how to tell if she came, or if she was coming. He looked down at his hand. The one that was in Judy's cunt. He was afraid to smell his fingers. He was afraid that he would be sick all over again. There were so many things about sex and fucking that he just didn't know. He hoped that he learned before he got married.
His father was no help. His father had once tried to explain sex to him. It ended in a lot of embarrassment for his father. He remembered how his father got all red and nervous when he was trying to explain to him about fucking.
He turned over on his side. He was beginning to feel better. He wondered how Judy was doing. She seemed so disappointed in him. He still felt embarrassed. He knew that he had been pretty poor in trying to give her pleasure.
The more he thought about what they did, the sicker he became. He knew that there was nothing wrong with what they did. At least he tried to convince himself of that. But the very thought of her slimy pussy revolted him. He just didn't like eating cunt.
Then the fear crept in. He wondered if he was queer. His body broke out in a cold sweat.
That's what it is, he thought to himself. He almost started to cry. He knew that was the answer. He tried to think about how he acted in the locker room.
He knew that there was always a lot of physical action there. But the boys did it all in fun. They snapped each other's asses with towels. They flicked each other's balls in the shower. He wondered if he did more than his share of fun.
Jim was scared. He never wanted another man, the thought never really entered his mind. Except maybe once or twice. But he knew that all boys thought about that at least once in their life. The more he thought about it the more worried he became.
He wondered what men did together. He wondered if it was more revolting than what he and Judy had done. He looked down at his prick. It was hard. He looked at it in disgust. Why was sex giving him so many problems? He noticed how hard his prick had become at the thought of another man.
No, he said to himself, this can't be my curse. He remembered back, many years, when he was in camp. He must have been fifteen or even fourteen. He and another boy were in their bunk, alone. They had just come back from swimming in the lake. They were lying on their beds which were next to each other.
They both had taken off their bathing suits. The other boy asked Jim if he had ever jerked off. Jim had heard boys talking about that all summer. But Jim didn't understand what it was. The other boy showed him. The more Jim remembered this incident the more vivid it became.
He remembered the other boy had gotten Jim's prick hard by rubbing it. Then he had started to stroke it. Then Jim remembered he came. He came all over the other boy's hand. He remembered that he was surprised at all the pleasure the other boy gave him. He also remembered the other boy's sticky hand, wet with his cream.
Jim was scared before, but now he was more scared that he had ever been in his life. The fear was an intellectual fear and not an emotional fear. His mind was blurred. He couldn't reason. His prick was still hard. The remembering excited him.
When he touched his prick it was sensitive. He stroked his own prick, as Judy had done that night. Up and down he rubbed it. In an instant he felt his come rushing through his prick. It happened so fast. His cream jetted out onto his stomach and over his hand.
He looked at his wet hand. He thought of the boy at camp. He ran into his bathroom and washed the shame off of his fingers. He turned the shower on. He jumped in. He wanted to wash off all the dirt that he felt was on his body, that was on his prick.
He remembered the films that he had seen in gym class, films about V.D. This added to his mounting fear. He scrubbed his body as well as he could, over and over. He turned the water on still hotter. He wanted to make sure that he killed every germ.
As he dried himself he thought about how dirty what he and Judy had done was. He made up his mind that he would never do that again. But why, he thought to himself, are you making all these promises. He knew why. He was afraid of sex.
But more, he was afraid that he was queer. He knew that he had to watch himself in the locker room. He had to make sure that he didn't come too close to another boy. He brushed his teeth. Then he brushed them again. He wanted that awful taste of Judy's cunt out of his mouth.
He got into bed. He turned out the light. He had to get up early for school. He hoped that he didn't run into Judy during the day. He didn't think that he could handle seeing her. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. But there was that something bothering him. He remembered that other camper's gooey hand.
Judy got undressed as quickly as she could. She felt plain lousey. She hoped for an exciting evening. She thought that Jim was one of those quiet boys who were great when you got them alone. But she picked a loser. She hoped that she didn't see him in school. She felt embarrassed for him.
She laughed when she thought about the evening. It was almost comical. They both knew what they wanted, but went through a whole routine before they started to eat each other. She remembered how he had grabbed her in the parking lot.
She thought that he was going to be great. She thought that he was going to go down on her pussy and suck the life out of it. It was too bad, she thought, because she really liked his prick. It was bigger than Jerry's cock. But she would have given up even that extra bonus if Jerry was eating her out instead of Jim.
She had to see Jerry soon. She wished that he would call. But she realized that he had only been away for a day. And it had only been days since she had last seen him. Since she had last felt the pleasures of his tongue running over her cunt.
The thought of him doing that, giving her all those pleasures made her cunt water. She remembered how it had watered just the same when she was in the ladies room at the pizza parlor. But the way it was relieved of it's tension was so anticlimatical.
She wondered what Jerry was doing. She wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She planned to go up to his college at the end of the week. She realized that she would never be able to do that. Her mother would never allow her to go all the way there alone. Not even for one day, let alone for a weekend.
She told herself that she would just have to wait. Just have to wait, she thought to herself. But her cunt couldn't wait. She wanted to feel
Jerry's tongue darting in and out of her. She wanted to suck on his prick until she felt his come shoot into her mouth.
A thought came to her. If she got up early enough, even the same time that she got up for school, she could take the train to Jerry's college. She could cut a day of school and go and see Jerry. She could be back in the afternnon, and her mother would never know the difference.
She decided that she would do that. She only hoped that Jerry would call tomorrow, so she could tell him. She looked at her clock. It was late. She hated the thought that she had to get up for school. She would much rather see Jerry. She wondered how poor Jim was taking the whole thing.
In the morning Sam called up Rita and invited her and John out for the weekend. "Sam, you dear boy. How nice of you. Did your roommate get back Sunday night?, she asked. Sam told her the whole story, about Mary and everything. Rita was so excited. "I can't wait to meet him. And I can't wait to eat him," she started to laugh at the ditty she composed.
Sam knew that if he didn't hang up she would be on the phone all day with him. He just told her that he would see her on Saturday. "Sam," she said, "if I get any more hornier, you may see me before Saturday." Sam couldn't help but laugh, and hung up.
Sam hoped that Mary and her friends would be over that night. He wanted to get his teeth into some more pussy. The very thought of Mary's sweet cunt made his mouth water. And Jerry said that the other girl's were equal in quality. His prick was hard in an instant
He looked out the window. He knew that he had to face the reahty of college life, classes and all. He got dressed. He hoped that Jerry had seen Mary and he had some good news for him. It was good that Jerry had a car. He knew that if things got really bad, and cunt got really scarce they could always go into the city.
Sam took his Spanish notebook and his textbook. He knew that his mind would not be on Spanish, but on eating cunt. It seemed that was all he ever thought of. He didn't mind. It was the most delicious thing that he would ever want to think of.
When most people think about their life they think about their family, or their job. But when Sam thought about his life he thought about sex. And more specifically about eating cunt. He could never get enough of it. It occupied most of his thoughts.
Whenever he passed a girl, and on the college campus he passed many, he thought about what their cunt would be like in his mouth. Many men have a fixation with tits, or maybe legs. But Sam was really only interested in one thing. The taste of cunt. He knew that he would sit through Spanish class with a hard on. His teacher turned him on. He would love to taste her. There's more fish in the sea, Sam thought to himself.
All day Jim was on the look out for Judy. He wanted to avoid her. Now, in the security of the locker room, he knew that he was safe. Safe from a girl. He thought that over. He looked around him at the nude male bodies. He saw them all before, everyday.
But now they took on a whole new meaning to him. He wondered if he could ever lay next to another man. He had liked the feeling of his prick in Judy's mouth. He wondered if it would be same if he had his prick in another man's mouth.
All these thoughts were getting him excited. He ran into the vacant shower, and turned on the cold water. The feel of the cold water on his back relieved him of the mounting tension that he felt down in his balls. He knew that he better watch his thoughts, as well as his actions.
When he got out of the shower he heard the booming voice of Fred. Fred was the biggest jock in school He fucked every girl he could. And according to Fred there were a lot.
Fred was bragging about his most recent exploit. "Her cunt was so big," he was saying, "that I almost fell in." Everyone laughed. Jim tried to laugh, but he couldn't. "Just before I fucked her," Fred continued, "I went down on her cunt. Let me tell you it was the sweetest thing I ever did taste." Again all the other boys laughed.
Jim only felt sick. He didn't understand how anyone could like the taste of cunt. Just the thought of it repulsed him. But maybe, he thought, that's part of my sickness. He supposed that queer guys were queer because they didn't like the taste of cunt.
"Hey Jim," Fred bellowed. "Did I see you last night at the movie with Judy?" Jim was about to he, to say that he wasn't there. But he knew that would only make things worse. He told Fred that he was at the movie. Jim knew what would be Fred's next question.
"How is she, Jim?" Jim didn't answer. "Ah come on, you can tell old Fred. I just want to know for further reference. Did you get to fuck her or only eat her cunt?" Jim didn't know what to say. He knew that he had promised Judy that he would say nothing about the evening.
"Come on Jim" Fred said, "it can't be that you didn't get any action, huh? It can't be that you only got a little goodnight kiss?" Jim wished that Fred would stop taunting him. "Did you get to eat her pussy. I bet it was quite a meal."
Jim was confused. He knew that he promised Judy that he wouldn't tell anyone about what they had done. But at the same time he feared for his mascuhnity. He wanted to tell Fred that he ate out Judy and had loved her cunt.
He wanted to describe his enjoyment in every detail, like Fred always did. He wanted to prove to the others and to himself that he was a man who liked what all other men liked, eating pussy. He wanted to be accepted by the other boys, and he wanted to insure his masculinity.
"Yeah, she was O.K., " Jim said. Fred started to probe deeper. He asked Jim if he had fucked her. "No, I didn't fuck her," Jim said. His mouth was working faster than his mind. Fred asked if got a chance to taste her twat. "She was great," Jim blurted out.
It was not until this was out of his mouth that he realized what he had said. He had broken his promise to Judy. He saw Fred holding his stomach with laughter. "I won't think that chick put out," he told everyone in his loud voice. Jim realized what he did. By tomorrow morning it would be all over school that he had eaten out Judy.
"Man," said Fred, "I'm going to get me some of that cunt myself. I want a piece of the action too. Jim boy you must be some worker to get that chick to put out pussy." Jim was sorry he had asked what he did. But at the same time he knew that his masculinity was safe with Fred and the boys.
Jerry was dying to find Sam. He wanted to tell him that they were not staying in their room and studying tonight. He had met Janie in the Student Center. She ran over to him and gave him a hug like she was greeting her long lost brother. She was so glad to find him, to be able to tell him to come on over.
She gave him the directions to the house. They all rented a little cottage by the beach. It was in an area where a lot of students rented summer homes that were not being used during the school term. He told her that he and his roommate would be over in the evening.
Janie said that she and Susie were dying to meet Sam. From what Mary had told them he was some action. Jerry laughed when she had told him this. He knew that Sam would want to hear it. She had told him to come over early, to come over for dinner.
But Jerry said that they would have dinner at school He knew that there would be plenty to eat once they got there anyway. Janie had laughed. He was right. She said that she would go over to his room right now and start early, but she had a test in her next class. She told him that all the girls were looking forward to seeing him and Sam. She gave him a kiss and went off to her test.
What a life, Jerry said to himself. He only wished that Sam would come back to the room so he could tell him the good news. At that moment there was the sound of a key in the door. Jerry knew it would be Sam.
When Sam came in he was all smiles. He told Jerry that he had good news. "Sit down Sam. I have good news for you too." Jerry said. He quickly explained how ho met Janie, and how they were both invited over for fun and games. He told Sam that they lived on the beach.
Sam liked that. He was thinking how it could lend itself nicely to their activities. "Well we're all set for tonight," Sam said, "and we're all set for the weekend." Sam said that he invited Rita and John over. "I just know that you're going to like them," he told Jerry.
Jerry couldn't wait to meet them. They both decided to smoke some grass. Then they would go down to dinner. And, saving the best for last, they would go over the girls. "Good thinking," Sam told Jerry. Sam got out his pipe and grass.
They both lit up. They passed the burning pipe back and forth between them. Each of them took the smoke deep into his lungs. It went straight to their heads. In a few minutes they were both flying Jerry got up and put on an album.
He turned the volume up. The Beatles were telling everyone to roll up for the Magical Mystery Tour. Both Jerry and Sam were ready to go. Sam lit up some more grass, they smoked another two bowls. They waited until the song was over, and then they went down to dinner.
Dinner was an improvement over the last few nights. It was fried shrimp. Sam said into Jerry's ear. "I like the smell of shrimp. It reminds me of pussy." Jerry started laughing his head off. He told the lady who was dishing out the shrimp to pile it on Sam's plate. He explained to her that his friend liked the smell.
They sat down at a table with some other people that they knew. They, too, were obviously stoned out. The two girls there had on sheer blouses. And when they laughed, which they did a lot, their tits would bounce up and down. Whenever they laughed every boy at the table watched their tits.
Jerry wondered if the other people at the table were enjoying life as much as he was. He was very content with his life at school. His life at home, with his family was off in another world. Here at school he had all the things that he wanted.
He had no responsibilities. He had no cares. He was getting good marks, which appeased his father. And he was always in good company. He and Sam went back for seconds the shrimp tasted so good. And the smell was like the smell of fresh cunt.
They both returned to the table with their dishes filled. The others at the table were talking about the rumor that there was going to be a bust at the college It had happened once before, about three years ago. It was an election year. And the local government had wanted to show that they were cracking down.
One boy at the table said that he didn't think that the bust would be tonight. He explained that they usually busted kids on a Friday so they could keep them over the weekend. He had been at school when they had the bust three years ago.
One of the girls said that she was stashing all her pills and grass outside. She didn't want to take any chances on getting caught. She also didn't want to take any chances. She said that her parents would disown her if she ever got busted. Jerry thought about guilt again. He thought that if you wanted to do something that was considered illegal or immoral you were breaking rules.
He realized the girl just wanted to do what she was doing because it was the thing to do. If she really believed in what she was doing she wouldn't care that she was breaking the rules. She was worried about the restrictions that her parents had placed on her.
Her parents had used their force to set up the rules. They had almost tempted the girl to break them. After setting the trap they then were going to punish her if she fell into the trap. If she ever got busted she knew that it would be a big blow to her family.
He knew that he wouldn't go to them for money. It was his own fault that he was caught. But if something gave you pleasure, then all the rules had to be broken to attain it. Jerry thought that he was doing a good job at breaking rules, and at attaining pleasure.
Sam had finished his Boston cream pie. Jerry saw that he was more than ready to leave. Jerry let his last bite of the cream pie slide down his throat. In only a little while he knew that would have some cunt juice sliding down his throat.
They excused themselves from the others. They made their way back to the room. They both wanted to smoke some more, and they wanted to roll a few more joints to take with them. When they got to the room Sam made sure that the door was locked.
Jerry asked if all the talk about the bust had made him nervous. "Better to be safe, than sorry," Sam said. Sam rolled some joints while Jerry lit the brimming pipe. The smoke tasted good. But he wanted to taste pussy, and soon. When Sam finished rolling the joints he puffed away for a while.
They were ready to taste three of the sweetest cunts known to mankind. Over and over Jerry told Sam that the three girls could never get enough cock. And that they could put out as much as they could take in.
They ran to Jerry's car. Both of them had hard lumps under their pants. Their pricks wanted to be cooled in each of the girls mouth. They wouldn't have to wait long. Jerry stepped on the gas and off they went.