Chapter 10

Feeling pretty satisfied with myself over the way the afternoon had worked, I decided to have a little relaxation that night and start laying groundwork at the same time. My old man and I had never been what you called buddies; as a matter-of-fact, I guess we really didn't know each other very well at all, not when you looked in any depth. We had just lived in the same house, under the same woman's thumb, spoke when necessary and let it go at that

At dinner I stole glances at him, taking in a view of his almost handsome face, his strong upper body, and remembering what was hanging between his legs. Finally I said, "Say, dad, I was wondering...."

He looked across at me. "Yes?"

"How'd you like to go bowling tonight?"

There was a strange silence. Finally he said, "Well, I haven't bowled in years, but I guess I could give it a try."

We left the house in silence later, but after we had gone several blocks he said softly, "You know, Sam, this was a good idea. You and I...well, we don't really even know each other, do we?"

"No, we don't" I admitted, but I silently told myself that I thought I knew more about him than he Would have believed.

Neither one of us were very good, but we ended up having a lot of fun, getting a lot of laughs, bowling five games. That done, we changed back into our regular shoes and he said, "Well, what's next? Want to go have milk-shakes or something?"

"Whatever you want to do," I answered.

He looked at me hard for a few seconds, then he said, "You know what I'd like to do, Sam?" I shook my head. "I remember when I was a kid, we used to get a six-pack or a bottle and go out north of town. Sometimes we'd take girls, of course, but other times it would be just some of us fellows. We'd talk..."

He bought the six-pack, and I gave him directions. We went out of town, turned off onto a secondary road, ended up where there was a wide, tramped down place. There were a couple of cars already there; he kept a distance from them and stopped. "Looks like there's a little screwing going on," he said matter-of-factly, and opened us each a can of beer. Leaning back, he said, "How about you, Sam? You gotten your first piece yet?"

I laughed. Man, if he only knew! "Yeah," I answered simply.

Almost as if he were talking to himself, he said, "I screwed your mother the first time in the back-seat of a. car. Funny how things change. She really went for it then."

The night-the conversation-could have ended right there. He had answered my question, told me that I'd been right The old lady had put out for rum and liked it but somewhere along die way she had gone cold-cunted.

He added to it "Sam, it probably sounds like funny advice for a father to give his son, but let me give it to you, anyway! Do all the screwing you can, have all the fun you can while you're young and single. Build memories, at least you'll have them."

I got brave. "Is that all you've got?"

He was quiet for several minutes, sipping slowly from his beer. Finally he said softly, "Yes, that's about all I've got Oh, your mother and I go at it once in awhile, but...I remember when I was in the service, in a camp quite a ways from any town. One of the other fellows got so horny that he sneaked a piece of liver out of the mess hall, cut a slit in it and used it He put it on a pillow between his legs and the rest of us watched him, and there was no doubting that he shot his wad. I tried it later...and that's about what it's like now."

Jesus! I whispered silently.

He snorted. "I shouldn't be talking this way, but it sort of rides in your gut it's always with you. Coming out with you tonight seeing those cars and knowing what's going on...it just brought it to the surface, I guess."

"Hell," I said, "if it's like that why don't you get with someone else once in awhile?"

Another silence, then, "That's a good question..." He didn't give the answer.

We talked awhile longer, going into other things, finished the rest of the beers. He wiped his mouth with the' back of his hand for the last time, then reached over and put his hand on my leg. "I hope this was just a start Sam. I hope we can get to know each other better, do more things together."

"Me, too," I answered softly, but I was already thinking ahead. Hell, whether it would help the home situation or not, I really felt sorry for the guy, and I was determined now to see that he got a few kicks whether the old lady straightened up or not

Lying in bed a little while later, staring up into the near-darkness, I figured out what the following day was to hold. In the morning there would be the activity at Liz and Ted Nordham's, with Susie Williams. Once that was over I'd give Ted and Liz Tom Fletcher's address, and that would set up their evening for them It would also mean that their house would be empty, not that that made any difference. "So what I'll do," I told myself, "is I'll get Arlene lined up during the day. When I tell her how the old man's hung...."

Thinking of what they would do, imagining the action, I went to sleep with a smile on my lips-and a hand on a hard cock!

The next day didn't go the way it was supposed to. When I got to the Nordhams' Ted and Liz were sitting at the breakfast table. They were stark naked, because they seldom wore clothes around the house, and having golden fizzes along with their breakfast "Sorry to disappoint you, honey," Liz said once I had sat down with my frown, "but your little virgin wasn't available today. She's coming Tuesday afternoon after school."

"Shee-it!" I spit out

"What are you fuming about?" Ted laughed, rubbing himself under the table. "I'm the one who ought to be crying. I'm the one who was all primed for a nice young cherry!"

But it was disappointing, and it presented at least minor problems. Ted wouldn't be there Tuesday, and starting later in the afternoon, there would be a shorter time in which to work. But then, as they say, there's no sense in chafing at the bit when you can't do anything about it; I'd work on those two items later. For the moment there were other things to think about. I told them what had happened the afternoon before, and also that I had made a date with them for that evening with the Fletchers. "Sounds interesting," Ted said with a smile, "but it would have been more interesting if you had stayed out of it yesterday! Hell, if she's, learned how to enjoy that monster-engine of yours, it's just going to be fun and games with that resistance part gone."

"Count your blessings, dear," Liz said. "Be satisfied with what you can get, not greedy. I think it was real sweet of Sam to make the date for us."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Ted said, getting up and heading for the drain board. "I look forward to the evening with great expectation! If you don't believe me..." He turned back, and he was sporting half a hard-on.

I glanced from his half-hard cock to Liz's sweet tits, and I knew that if I stayed there much longer we'd probably get a thing going. I wasn't really in the mood for it, so I pushed myself up. "Well, happy fucking with the Fletchers!" I said, and headed for the door.

I had to ring the bell about half a dozen times before the door finally opened. Arlene stood there in a bathrobe, her hair messed and still half-asleep. "Oh, Sam! Come on in!"

I went in, not unaware of the fact that she was still a real nice piece of goods in that ruffled condition. I followed her as she led the way to her bedroom. She let her robe drop, giving me a glimpse of her luscious body, and then crawled into bed again. "What're you doing here so early," she asked. "You knew your friend and I had a date last night?"

"I'd forgotten about that," I said, and I had. I guess I had quit thinking about Dave Garland in that way after he had gotten with Jenny; I knew then that he was on his way and on his own. "How'd it go?"

"Lovely, just lovely," Arlene smiled, stretching.

It was too good to waste. I didn't plan on fucking her, but there was no reason I couldn't enjoy the landscape. I walked over and pulled the blankets down, leaving her nakedness exposed. It was nice to see, believe you me, and I decided that a little touching might not hurt I sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and ran the side of my finger along the shape of one of her nice tits. I moved it down and fingered her pussy. "Arlene, I've got another favor to ask of you."

"Honey, if you're going to keep playing with it like that why not take your clothes off and hop in with me?"

I looked down at my own hand as I inserted a finger and ran it in a circle, spreading her pussy. "How do you feel about older men? Older, okay-looking, well-hung men?"

She smiled. "I'd rather feel them than feel about them!" she half-joked. "What do you have in mind?"

I looked up past her perky tits and into her eyes. "I want you to fuck my old man tonight"

She laughed. "You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not" I told her, and then I told her the whole story. "I really feel sorry for him," I concluded it "I'd like for you to show him a good time."

She reached out draped her hand over my leg so that her fingers circled my cock. She ran her hand slowly up and down. It was almost as if she had taken what I said and was measuring me to see how big he would be. Finally she said, "Okay, Sammy. You want me to, I'll show your dad a good time." She giggled. "That ought to be fun. Even if his experience has been limited, once he gets going it ought to be real fun."

"Good! You go over there about seven-thirty or so, then, I'll show up with him about eight." I pushed myself to my feet, leaned over and planted a kiss on that beautiful big pussy of hers, then spun on my heels and left. I knew that if I stayed any longer I would, as she had suggested, strip down and crawl in with her.

I went by the house. The old man was in the driveway washing the car. I stood a couple of feet from him and watched him for a couple of minutes, and there was no doubting it, he had a good, strong body. He wore jockey shorts, I knew, but his basket still showed well. Finally I said, "Hey, dad, you don't have anything on for tonight, do you?"

He glanced over at me and snorted. That meant, of course, that so far as he knew this would be like any other night, Saturday or otherwise. He and the old lady would sit around, silent most of the time, reading or whatever. "Well," I said, "keep it open, okay?" I left him with that

I went over to Jerry's. His folks were still out of town. He was wearing a bath-robe and sitting in the living-room with a card-table in front of him and his books spread out The poor kid cant write, the way his hands jerk around when they aren't strapped down, so he was dictating his school-work into a tape-recorder. When he saw me he started working his hand over to turn it off; it took so damn much effort that I wanted to do it for him, but I sort of sensed that he needed to feel as independent as possible. "Well, old buddy," I said, sitting across from him, "how did things go last night?"

He shook his head, a look of sheer pleasure on his face. He wouldn't have had to answer, because along with that his cock hardened and pushed its way up through the folds of his bathrobe. He answered anyway. "Jesus, Sam, it was really great. That first time...well y'know, that was great, too, but it was so unexpected. This time I had a chance to prepare myself for it, and I wasn't so embarrassed. Man...I"

I smiled. "Give me the details, buddy."

He gave me the details. He had, as I had instructed him, been in bed naked when Ellen arrived. She had smiled down at him, then took hold of the blankets and pulled them off him She had admired his cock, both with her eyes and verbally, and then started to undress. He had watched her small, shapely body coming into view, his cock throbbing. "She started in by playing with my balls while she sucked on my cock some," he said, "then she came up over me. She got up so her tits hung down, told me to work on them with my mouth, so I did. While I was doing that she kept playing with my cock, then she slid down a little, and a couple of seconds later she was fucking me, and we were kissing like crazy, and her tits were hot on my chest Jesus!"

I laughed. He didn't have to go on. Ellen, having learned to use her nice little pussy, liking the feel of a big cock in it had fucked him to a gigantic orgasm. He probably didn't know that she had been getting as much out of it and as much good feeling, as he had.

But she hadn't been through. Having completed that act, she had laid beside him and they had talked as she toyed with his soft cock. They had kept that up until he was hard again, then Ellen had (as she had told me she might) reverted to her old tricks. She had gotten between his legs and sucked him off.

I pushed myself up. "Well, old buddy, I just came by to check up. Wanted to be sure things went okay. But now that you know you can do it, and you know girls go for it, you start tracking down somebody on your own, y'hear me?"

He nodded, then he looked up at me. "Sam...."

"Yeah?"

He shook his head. "I hate to ask you, but...."

"What's on your mind, old buddy?" I asked when he didn't go on.

"Well, remember how this all started?" I nodded my head.

"Well, talking about it like this, I...I'm hot as a pistol again. D'ya think...?"

I looked down at him and thought about it, and I finally said to myself, "Hell, it's your fault You got him talking about it you can't get him hot and then just leave Mm helpless!" I nodded my head. "Okay, old buddy!" .

I pulled the card-table out from in front of him. He moved his lower body awkwardly until he was in a half-lying position. I opened his bath-robe, sat down beside him and took his swollen whang in my hand. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and I slowly jacked him off. I kept at it until his chest began to heave, his breathing got heavy, then the big globs of cum shot out all over my hand and his belly. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit," he gasped. "Christamighty but that feels good!"

I went into the bathroom for a wash-rag and towel, cleaned him up. "You're a real pal, y'know that, Sam?" he said gratefully.