Chapter 1
You can ask any kid at McKinley High-any kid in the neighborhood, for that matter. If you've got a sex problem, just go to old Sammy Barton and he can take care of it for you. I can honestly say that I've never failed. I have to admit that I became a trouble-shooter by accident, but after it had happened the first time I developed a real interest in it At seventeen I already had a reputation as being the most experienced cocks-man around, so this new role added a little spice. I found it fascinating. I guess that it feeds my ego to be able to manipulate people, and I probably get vicarious kicks out of watching the results of my efforts. I must, because when I'm "working on a case" I forget all about my own sex-life.
This is the way it all started. There was a crippled kid in our class. He was a good looking kid, and he had a real strong upper body, but he had to lock his arms in crutches and literally drag his shriveled lower body along. He and I became friends, probably because I've always had a tendency to try to help the "under-dog," and the friendship got pretty thick. When I wasn't on the prowl I'd spend an evening with him and we did a lot of talking, a lot of philosophizing. Because of that, it didn't surprise me when he called one night and in a serious, almost frightened voice asked if I could go over. He said not to bother knocking because his folks were out, but to just let myself in and to go to his room. I did, and when I got there he was already in bed. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay, old buddy, what's your big problem?"
He had trouble getting it out, but he finally managed. He was seventeen years old, there was nothing wrong with his equipment, but he had never experienced a climax. I could see that it was bothering him especially that night, because the blankets were raised over his crotch. He was cock-hard and it was like a tent pole. "I can't even beat it off," he blushingly admitted, "because once I unstrap my hands I can't control their movement"
I nodded. I had gotten the picture. "You mean that you want me to beat you off, is that it?"
He couldn't answer, but that was it He wanted to know what it felt like to shoot off a load.
Messing with other guy's cocks isn't one of my favorite activities, but how could you refuse a guy like that in a position like that? I threw the blankets back, and it was all there. His powerful chest the arms that jerked around because he couldn't control them. The body that was shriveled from the hips down, skinny legs lying there uselessly. The triangular forest of dark hair, and growing out of it one hell of a whang. I reached out wrapped my fingers around the hot hard pole and slowly began to stroke it I'd taken maybe six or eight strokes when all of a sudden it hit me. Hell, I asked myself, if he was going to find out what it was like to shoot off, why not let it be the way it should be? "Hey, Jerry, what time will your folks be home?"
"Not 'til tomorrow," he answered.
"Good!" I let go of his meat and pushed myself up. I looked down at him and smiled. "Look, old buddy, beating your meat is kid stuff. I'm going to get you a nice piece of nookie so you can really see what it's all about!"
He tried to protest, but there wasn't much he could do. Without his crutches he was at my mercy. I took them and went, into the living-room, found the telephone and made a call. Jenny was a sixteen year old blond who was really stacked and who liked her sex. I'd been out with her five or sue times, and we had never done the same thing twice; she had let me know that she would be available any time I wanted.
"Hey, Jenny, this is Sam Barton. Can you get away for a little while?" There was no hesitation, so I gave her the address and hung up with a smile. I went back in and sat on the edge of the bed again. "Well, old buddy, you're in for fun and games tonight!" I told a terrified Jerry.
Jenny showed up. I gave her the details in the living-room She argued a little, so I appealed to her better nature-"Hen, how can you NOT help a guy like that?" and told her that if she wouldn't go through with it we wouldn't get together again ourselves. She finally, half-reluctantly, agreed.
We went into the bedroom. Jerry had pulled the blankets up over him again, so I grabbed for them and pulled them off. I wanted Jenny to see his entire body at once, because the thing that would catch her attention would make her forget the not-quite-so-pretty parts. It did. When she saw his huge, swollen cock standing up like a tent pole her eyes widened; she simply couldn't resist seven inches of throbbing meat, a big-headed cock with a little drop of jizm already glistening at the end.
There was an occasional chair at one side of the room so I position it, sat down with my buttocks on the edge and my legs spread out. My own meat was half-hard against my leg. "Okay, baby, give him a show and then give him the works," I coaxed.
Jenny licked her tongue across her lips "Uh-uh," I said, "none of that!" She knew what I meant; she wasn't going to simply crawl up between his legs and go to work on him with her mouth, an activity that she both liked and was good at "He's never seen a girl naked, he's never shot off a load, so you know what to do, sweetie!"
Jenny shook her head as if mesmerized, then kicked off her low-heeled shoes. She raised her skirt giving him a view of a wide expanse of nice flesh, and slid a silk stocking down. She turned slightly and repeated the procedure. She undid her blouse and let it fall off, reached around to loosen her bra. As she slid it off her big, melon-shaped tits fell forward and down, the half-dollar-sized nipples a pinkish-red. Jerry's eyes widened and his breathing grew more labored; he might have wanted to protest some more, but he couldn't. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and his prick throbbed. I was getting a real lack out of it along with one hell of a hard-on.
Jenny leaned forward from the foot of the bed. Her big tits swayed forward, scraping against his legs, and she grasped his prong at the base. She licked the head, running her tongue around it several times, then slid her lips over it" Oh, Jesus!" Jerry cried out and you could almost feel his useless body trying to strain upward. As she moved her mouth up and down on him his hands jerked as if he were trying to grasp her head, and I imagined that if he had had the coordination he would have held her head so that she would suck him to a climax. She went at it awhile, then licked all around it, took his balls into her mouth. My own cock throbbed from remembrance of how well she did that; I felt a stickiness on my leg. "Okay, baby, that's enough of that," I warned, not sure but what a guy who'd never dumped a load might not do it too quickly.
Jenny pulled away, but then she did something that I thought was really great Still between his legs, she reached out for one of his flaying hands; she opened the fingers and carried it to one of her luscious tits. She squeezed his fingers over it for him, took one of his fingers and let it feel the now hard, prick-like little thing in the middle. "like that?" she asked, and his throbbing cock gave the answer for him.
She pushed herself off the bed, unzipped her skirt and slid it slowly down over her hips. Her silk panties were almost like a second skin. I could see the shadow of the cleavage between her buttocks, so I was pretty sure that Jerry, from the other side, was getting a preview of things to come in that vee between her legs. Again the remembrance made my own cock throb; she had one of the nicest pussies around. Full-mounded, covered with fleecy blond hair, a real cock-teaser. Well-used as it was, the lips were still tight; it was like two miniature mountain ranges pushed together with a deep valley between them.
Jenny was obviously beginning to enjoy die party. She put a hand on each hip, grasped the flimsy material, and then slowly, slowly palled her panties down. She stepped out of them, her tits swaying forward as she removed each leg, then raised up and threw them aside. She stood there letting Jerry feast his eyes on the first naked female body he had seen, then she slowly crawled up onto the bed over him. She really made it good, letting her tits drag along the full length of his body until she was lying on top of him. I could tell that she had put her mouth over his, that she was agreeing with me and giving him the works even if he had wanted to protest, and she slowly ground her pussy against his hard cock. Man, I almost took my own out so that I could beat on it!
Jenny reached down between them, raising herself onto her knees a little, and took hold of his cock. She ran it up and down her cunt, then held it straight and started grinding her hips a little. I strained and gave out a little grunt of my own as I saw her position it with the head caught between those two tight lips. I groaned and rubbed my cock through my pants as she began moving her hips up and down and I saw inch after inch of his hard meat disappearing into her. She kept it up slowly until she had taken him to the balls, then she started an even-motioned fucking. I watched it slide out until just the head was caught, then disappear as she lowered herself until their hairs were caught together, slide out again. It was even more swollen than it had been, and glistening from the juices it got inside that hot channel.
Jerry's lower body couldn't move, but there was no doubting the moment that he climaxed-and there was no doubting that he was thoroughly enjoying it "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he cried out "Oh, christamighty how good that feels!"
"You're fucking, baby, you're fucking!" Jenny cooed to him, and it was obvious that his big prong had given her more pleasure than she had probably expected. She lowered her belly onto his and I knew that her inner cunt-muscles were squeezing the last juices from his probably softening cock. Finally she raised herself slowly and it fell out, falling limply over his balls. She kissed him once more and then backed off the end of the bed
She turned to me and smiled. That was pretty great, after all. That's a real cock he's got, and it's sort of fun...well you know...it was different"
"Wowie!" Jerry gasped. "Wow, I didn't mink I'd ever get to do anything like that Man, that was...terrific!"
Just assuming that other guys might 'be like me-I like to have a clean cock at all times-I pushed myself up and went into the bathroom. I came back with a damp wash-cloth and gently washed Jerry's worn-out cock. "How about that old buddy?" I smiled down at him "Wasn't that better than having me beat you off?"
"Man, are you kidding!"
Jenny was still standing there naked She looked at me with questioning, almost hopeful eyes. She looked down at the hard impression in my pants and ran her tongue across her upper hp. I laughed "Hey, Jerry, you don't mind if we stop in your living room on the way out do you? I've got a hard-on that won't stop, I'd like to let Jenny suck it off for me."
"No, I don't but...."
"But what?" I asked when he didn't go on. "Well...Well why not do it in here so I can watch?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Hell, if you'd get a kick out of that, why not?" I tossed the wash-cloth aside and stripped, laid down on the bed beside him. He strained his neck a little, then pushed pillows around so that he wouldn't have to.
"Jesus," he said, "you must have at least nine inches!"
"Eight and a half," I corrected him, rubbing it I looked up at Jenny. "Come and get it baby!"
She crawled up between my legs, took my balls in one hand, my cock in the other, and started in on one of her Super-Special mouth-jobs.
As her educated mouth went to work on me I stared up at the ceiling. I was getting the feeling and it was good-she really knew how to use her mouth-but H wasn't enough yet that I couldn't think of other things. I thought about how rough life must be in Jerry's shoes, having a cock like that and the sexual appetite but such limited opportunity to use it. It didn't take much imagination to know that if we hadn't become friends, if he hadn't learned to feel that free with me, the poor guy might have gone on for years getting hard-on after hard-on but not being able to do anything about it-and without knowing what it felt like to fuck (or, in his case, to get fucked). Thinking that I suddenly wanted him to have more. "Hey, Jerry," I turned my head toward him, "can you get another hard-on?"
He laughed a sort of embarrassed laugh and I looked down. He was already sporting another hard-on.
I took hold of Jenny's head, stopping her motion on my piston. "Sweetie, that's great but we can do it any time. Right now I think we ought to let Jerry back in on the act Hell, he's got years to make up for!"
"What...what you mean?" Jerry asked nervously, but Jenny had already gotten the message and so words weren't necessary. She gave my swollen cock a last tongue-lashing then raised op. She looked into my eyes, her own saying that she wanted to keep going on my mouth-pleasing whang but that she understood. She moved over between Jerry's legs and went to work there. I watched her as she mouthed his balls a Utile, then tongued her way up to the head of his cock and began swirling her tongue around it As she began moving her mouth up and down on it I made my move...I got behind her, her legs between mine, and reached under to get a little hand-play with that beautiful pussy as I reached around with the other hand and played with a hard-nippled tit I massaged her cunt fingered it slid my finger in and ran it in circles; it really excited her, and she started moving her head a little faster on Jerry's whang. Chuckling, I pulled my hand away, slid my cock up between her legs. It took a little guidance to get the head caught in the right place between those tight lips, then I began fucking slowly, driving it deeper and deeper into her. I was finally banging her butt with each stroke, my balls swinging under and butting her; it was a terrific feeling and I built on it slowly. I poured it to her, withdrew, poured it to her, withdrew, in slow, even strokes, and then I couldn't help myself. The strokes got faster and faster, and her mouth moved faster on Jerry's prong. Finally, gasping and grunting, I sent my cock full into her and let it explode, humping like a jack-rabbit with each ejaculation. Jerry was coming at the same time, crying as he had before, "Oh, shit! Oh, chrisamighty that feels good!"
Jenny and I fell over, but she somehow managed to keep one cock in her mouth and the other up her hot cooze. She used her educated pussy to suck my cock dry, and I knew that Jerry was getting similar treatment from her equally welleducated mouth. We laid there for some time, then Jerry brought us to by saying as if he were talking to himself-"Jesus, I'll never forget this night as long as I live!"
I raised up and looked down into his handsome face. "Like I said, old buddy, it beat having me beat you off, didn't it?"
He merely shook his head. He looked like a kid who had expected nothing and then gotten something great for Christmas.
Later that night I laid in my own bed and looked up into the darkness. I remembered that in all our conversations Jerry had never mentioned his inability to jerk off-it had taken all mat time for him to get the courage to make his move. Remembering that, I asked myself, "I wonder how many kids there are at school who're having sex problems and don't know how to work them out?"
That might seem like something strange for a person to wonder, but I had discovered the pleasures of sex early in life and it suddenly seemed to me that it would be a damned shame for anybody to not be able to have the same kind of pleasures. I decided to try and find out, and if I could help anybody over a hump I would. Old Sammy Barton would become a trouble-shooter; before he was through every kid in McKinley High would be able to have fun and games, thoroughly enjoying what some people chose to call "the pleasures of the flesh." Little did I know what that decision was to lead to!