Chapter 13

The next morning Carl Thompson surprised the hell out of me. We had just gotten out of home-room and he stopped me in the hallway. I was all ready for him, as the others had done, to start telling me what a good time he'd had and how much he appreciated it. I was all ready to brush it off as I had with the others, just telling them that I was glad to do it and for them to have happy racking. Well, he thanked me, but then he reaches out, grabs my hand, and shoves two one dollar bills in it "I'm sorry I can't make it more," he said, "but that's all I had left from the allowance. I really appreciate what you did, Sam. Jesus!"

He was gone before I could refuse it, so I frowningly stuck the bills in my pocket and went on to first period. Man, the damn bills felt big in there for some reason, I could almost feel their pressure against my body, I couldn't forget that they were there. And then it was there. "Jesus," I whispered to myself, "why hadn't I thought of that!"

I mentioned earlier that I wanted a car so bad that I could almost taste it, but I hadn't managed to save enough to get one. Well, I thought now, Cad has shown me the way. Hell, what I was doing for the other kids I had been doing for kicks and because I really thought that everyone should have a happy sex life, but it was a service.

I counted back. I had gotten Dave Garland over his fear so that he could screw to his heart's content; I had solved poor, crippled Jerry's celibacy, showing him that he could enjoy a sort of "normal" sex life. I'd beat Frank Jorgenson's old lady, getting him to where he could keep a hard-on with a girl and get his jollies off. I had broken down the barrier for Ellen Drew so that she could branch out from her "blow-job only" technique, getting her to where she could enjoy fucking in all variety-and she had taken that home and spread the word to her brother so that he was freed. I had thawed out Marie Fletcher so that Tom, after a six year freeze, was having a ball-and, obviously, the two of them were now well on their way to a long lasting life of fun and games. If I had charged each one of them a small fee...

"Well," I told myself, "you can't back up, but that's the way it's going to be from now on. Dr. Sam Barton, trouble-shooter and healer par excellence, is going to get a fee for his services! It just ain't right that a man like him has to walk when he could have a car!"

I had to think about my "helpers," of course. I mean, there was Liz, always ready and willing to help solve one of the problems. Arlene had come in terrifically handy, as had both Jenny and Ellen. I toyed with the idea of splitting with them, argued with myself, and finally decided-and was sure that I was right-that I was doing the bulk of the work, some of it actually more strenuous than pleasurable (like walking to the Nordham's with someone, or walking to get one of the girls). They, on the other hand, were all cock lovers, they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. I was actually doing them a favor, providing them with cock, with different types of sexual activities. Saving them the trouble of going out and making themselves available for it. That, I decided, was payment enough for them! I could keep the money and feel justified in doing it.

I reached down and rubbed my pocket "Yes, sir," I smiled to myself, "old Sammie is finally going to get himself a car!" I looked around. "Come on, you guys with sex problems ...!"

I played around with it. Should I charge a flat fee-say, two dollars like Carl had given me? Or should I charge by the complexity? Should I charge what a guy could afford, or should I let them worry about that-I mean, if a guy really wants something, then he should be able to muster up the money! I looked back, and I realized that none of them had been that complex. I knew that it looked like it to them (Dave had been sure he was going to have to spend his life beating his meat, Carl had thought that he was condemned to the same thing!), but in the long run it really hadn't been. And I had to admit that my original goal was still there-I still wanted everybody to be free swinging, able to enjoy life. Further, I would still be getting some kicks out of it not only in watching the action (which I was enjoying more and more) but in getting in on it whenever I wanted to. I decided on the fiat fee. Two bucks a throw. So I looked around again and said to myself, "All right you guys with unhappy cocks, step forward!"

I didn't have to wait too long. In second period I looked across the aisle as I sat down, and Duane Newton was sitting where another kid usually sat The other kid was in Duane's seat. I knew almost instinctively, I could feel it in my blood, that Duane had arranged that for a purpose, and that that purpose was right in line with my activities. I was right. Class started and Duane handed a piece of paper to me. It was the beginning of a written dialogue that went on for part of the period as the teacher rambled on about the Civil War or some damn thing.

Duane: "I hear that you're helping guys with sex problems."

Me: "Right. But I've had to change things. I have expenses, so I have to charge two bucks."

Duane: "Hell, if you can do the trick I'll be glad to give you two bucks."

Me: "What's your problem?"

Duane: "I'm really nuts about the girl I'm going with. I plan on marrying her when we graduate. The trouble is, she's made me promise to stay away from other girls, but she won't put out until we get married."

I looked across at him. There was nothing outstanding about him; he was just what they sometimes call a typical, wholesome high school boy. He looked fresh and clean, all that, and I was pretty sure that he'd never had any trouble. I wrote: "Level with me, how's your equipment? Both of you."

He read it, looked across at me for a couple of serious moments, then wrote and passed it back. "I've got about six inches when it's hard. Not as big around as some guys, but big enough. Her name is Sally Clayton, and god-damn it, that's the trouble, you know as much about her as I dot"

I drew up a picture of Sally Clayton. She wasn't a beauty by any stretch of the word, but she had a sort of cute face, blond hair, and a fair-to-middling body. I mean, she was no Miss America, but she was no slouch, either. Good enough shape, nice enough looking, medium-sized tits from what you could tell. I wrote back, "Hell, haven't you loved her up? Haven't you done any feeling around?"

Duane: "We neck a little, but she's got stop signs all over. I reach for her leg, okay, I can touch it, but if I start to move my hand, wham, she grabs and stops it."

Me: "Haven't you ever gotten a hard-on and let her feel it?"

Duane: "I've tried, but the same thing. The minute I get her hand on it she pulls it away. If I try to press it up against her, same thing."

Me: "Well, give me a little time. I think we can work it out without too much strain!"

I handed it back to him, but at the same moment realized that something strange, something out of the ordinary was happening. It didn't take long to find out what it was. Class had stopped. Everyone was watching. Duane had just finished reading what I had written when the teacher, who had pussy-footed down the aisle, reached out and lifted the paper right out of his hand. He started reading it. Duane's face turned red as a beet, I just looked at him and waited. When he had finished he looked up. "Very interesting," he said, "but I would suggest that you pay attention to class work and handle your private affairs on your own time!"

He went back to the front of the room, but he took the paper with him. My mind was really divided for the rest of the period; I spent part of the time thinking about how I was going to solve Duane's dilemma-because I was, because I was going to get myself a car, dammit-and part of the time wondering if there was going to be any static from above.

I tried to judge the teacher, but it was hard to do. He's a guy in his early thirties, built a lot like my dad. Broad-shouldered, narrow hips, a face that was not quite handsome. He dressed very conservatively, moved slowly, talked slowly. I had seen him talking to other teachers, and he sometimes laughed at what was being said. He had a gold band on the right finger, so I knew that he was married. Outside of that, I didn't know a thing about him. "So," I told myself, "you just wait and see what happens, and hope for the best"

Before the period had ended I thought that I had found the solution to Duane's problem. It was, if it would work, a relatively simple one-and it was based on my idea that if people saw sex in action they not only got interested but got to thinking that it must be all right or other people wouldn't do it! I stopped Duane as we started to leave the room "Do you and your girl ever get together on Monday nights?"

"Well yeah, but her folks won't let her stay out late."

I chuckled. "It doesn't have to take that long, old buddy! That's the mistake some parents make, thinking their kids only fuck if it's night and late. Anyway, you get your girl and meet me on the corner of Elm and Duluth at eight o'clock sharp. Okay?"

"What.. . ? "

"Don't ask any questions, old buddy. Just bring your girl and two bucks!"

The next part was simple. I got hold of Jenny, told her that I wanted her to be at the Nordhams' at seven-thirty; there were no arguments there. I got hold of

Dave Garland and told him the same thing. Again no arguments.

That settled, I went on with normal activity hoping against hope that nothing would happen to interfere with it-that is, that Mr. Charles Carter, the teacher, wouldn't drop a bomb!

The day passed without incident, so I felt relieved. Carter had apparently just taken the paper for his own use-maybe, I told myself, he'd show it to his wife when he got home, they'd laugh about teen-agers and remember their own earlier years, and end up having a roll in the hay before dinner! If he showed it to some of the other teachers...well, so what!

That evening I found out that I had accidentally made a really smart move. When I got ready to leave the house I realized that the old lady probably hadn't forgotten her bitch about my low grades; she'd block me, and it was too early to use the "I'm going to bed" technique and sneak out the window. Instead, I got the old man aside and told him what was up. He listened, nodded his head, then said, "Just tell her that you have to go to the library. If she starts yelling, III take care of it"

He did just that and I got away. I got to the Nordhams' and Jenny was already there. She looked up as I entered, a sort of hopeful look in her eyes, and for a moment I was worried. Jesus, I'd forgotten all about her hang-up! I decided to play it cool, casually. "Hi, Jenny, honey!" I said, and went up to her, took her into my arms and gave her a hot kiss while I rubbed her nice little ass. She started grinding her pussy into me, but before I had to work that out the door opened and Dave came in. Jenny looked up; I think that she knew in that moment that it wasn't what she had expected, that I hadn't called her over for a little fucking on our own.

I sprawled in the chair, Dave sprawled on the sofa, Jenny stood sort of uncertainly. "Look, you guys," I started, "we've all learned to have fun on the pad, we've got to share with people that haven't, don't we?"

Dave rubbed his crotch and smiled. "I'd go for that," he said. "Man, I've been feeling ten feet high, I'd gladly help anyone else who had a block."

I didn't ask Jenny. I was pretty sure that she'd say something like, "I'd rather fuck just you!" Instead, I said, "Well, you both know Duane Newton and Sally Clayton. They're going together, they're going to get married when they graduate. Meanwhile, poor old Duane's got the hots, but Sally is cold-potatoes. The way I figure..."

They listened. Dave agreed readily, already looking at Jenny and rising to half-mast as he looked ahead. Jenny was a little more stubborn. "I'll do it," she said, "on one condition. I'll do it if you and I can stay here after they leave."

I didn't think it was a good idea, but I didn't argue with her. I pushed myself up. "Okay, you guys can start loving it up, but don't get going too strong until I get back."

It took about ten minutes to get down to the corner, wait for Duane and Sally and then get back. Sally put a sort of strain on things, but she was confused enough-or whatever it was-that she at least stayed. I positioned us so that she was sitting in a chair that faced the sofa, Duane and I were sitting in chairs facing her and with our backs to it "Why I wanted us to get together tonight," I said, "is that I thought maybe we could plan a party..

Duane and I yakked about the possibility of a party, and what we should do if we had one. I watched Sally's face, and I could have given a play-by-play description of what was going on. You could almost read the action of Jenny and Dave making mad love, groping each other, and then starting to undress. You could see it on her face when they were stripped and she had gotten an eyeful of Dave's big cock. She almost groaned a little, and I figured that Dave was doing one of three things; he was either fingering Jenny's pussy as he mouthed her tits, mouthing her pussy while he played with her tits, or French kissing her while he started his big whang up that moist, tight channel. Finally she gasped, "Duane...Duane, we...we ought to...to go."

Duane turned around for the first time, and his eyes damned near popped out of their sockets. His cock also damned near popped out of his pants! Seeing that, I let my eyes move on, and thar she blew! Jenny was on her back, Dave straddling her. She had her arms around his neck and their mouths were busy as hell on each other. He was raised up a little, and he was running his hard cock up and down her pussy, thrilling the hell out of her with the feel of the big head spreading those nice tips. "Wow!" Duane gasped. "Wowie!"

Dave started in humping. He sent the head into her, withdrew almost all of it, sent it in again. He kept at it, adding about an inch at a time, and Jenny began cooperating. She pushed herself up off the bed to take him, pulled away as he did, pushed up to get it again. I smiled to myself and crossed my fingers, moving into

Stage Two of my plan. "Don't you guys want to join them with the fun and games?"

Sally made strange sounds again, pushed herself back against the chair the way Dave had done the first night. Duane turned and looked at her. "I sure as hell do. How about it, Sal? Jesus, look at that, would you? Look at how good that has to feel."

Sally was still pushed back against the chair. "Go at her," I whispered to Duane. "Get between her legs on your knees, work your hand up to her pussy."

Duane pushed himself up; his cock was sticking out as hard as it could get now. He moved slowly, went to his knees, started rubbing his hands up and down her legs. Sally seemed half-paralyzed, so she couldn't put up her usual resistance. She couldn't stop him as he slid his hand up under her skirt, moved it up to pussyland and started playing around. As a matter-of-fact, she did the opposite; she groaned a little and slid down, her buttocks on the edge of the chair, giving him freer access to her hidden cunt. She hadn't taken her eyes off the others; she was watching them kissing, Dave playing with Jenny's tits as he kept driving his big cock in and out of her cock-loving cunt.

"Relax, Sally," I said gently. I got up, moved over and sat on the arm of her chair. I reached down and gently fondled a tit through blouse and bra. "Relax, honey. What they're doing is perfectly natural. As a matter-of-fact, it's unnatural to not do it!" She still wasn't resisting, so I kept working her tit and said, "Hey, Duane, strip down and give Sal an idea of what she's missing."

Duane either was too hot to trot to argue or had decided to leave everything to me. He pushed himself up and undressed in record-breaking time. He stood in front of her for a minute, and Sally could see the youthful body of the man she planned to marry. She could see his six inches standing hard away from his body, his balls hanging ever-so-slightly between his legs. I nodded at Duane and he went down between her legs again; this time he played a little, then began pushing her skirts up. It was a struggle, but he finally got them up enough that he could bury his face in her crotch. He was lapping all over, giving her a tonguing through the flimsy material of her panties, and she was beginning to enjoy it Just to insure success, I got up and went behind her chair, reached around her, pulled her blouse up and got hold of a bra-held tittie with each hand. I worked them as best I could through the material, and it was enough that I could feel the nipples get hard. Sally, I was sure, was hooked. "Undress her," I told Duane, "only do it gently."

Duane took her shoes and socks off. He slid her skirt and panties down. He straddled her legs so that she was looking right at his hard cock, reached down for the hem of her blouse and starting pulling it up. Sally reached for his hands, stopped him, but she had obviously decided that she had been making a mistake in holding off. She undid her own blouse, dropped it to the floor, unfastened her bra and removed it so that her firm young tits were fully exposed. She pushed herself to her feet and went into Duane's arms, ready for some real loving.

They loved standing up for a minute or so, their hands rubbing each other's bodies in every direction for as far as they could reach. But hard-cocked Duane had had enough play; he let go of her, swooped her up into his arms and carried her across to the sofa. He laid her down, then laid down himself, straddling her. Thirty seconds later there were two pair of happily fucking teen-agers just beating the hell out of that mattress'.

I was tempted to leave, knowing that they'd keep going until they popped their jollies, but when I make a promise I like to keep it. That being the case, I stripped down, sprawled in the chair, and half-assedly played with myself as I watched the action. Once it was over I'd let Jenny blow me, then I would go home with another victory chalked up-and another two bucks toward the car that I wanted so badly.

Meanwhile, it was a real kick seeing how enthusiastic Sally was now that she had gotten her first sampling of cock. Man, she was really going at it!