Chapter 14
The old man was still up when I got home, a rarity in itself. He was in his bath-robe, sitting in the living room reading. He looked up. "Well," he asked, letting me know why he had waited up, "how did it go?"
"No strain at all! It was just the way I figured. Once she saw all that naked male, once she saw a couple of other kids having a ball, she couldn't have stopped for anything!"
He chuckled, then asked for a play-by-play description. I gave it to him, and I wasn't far into it before he had to put a hand down in his crotch. I knew that he was holding a hard rod under the bath-robe-one that was probably throbbing from wanting to do what he was hearing about. But he settled for that, for just the hearing of it, and when I was through he said, "By the way, one of your teachers called tonight A Chuck Carter."
"Oh?" I asked, as a feeling like ice went up and down my spine.
"As long as you weren't here, he said that he'd talk to you tomorrow."
I nodded, then I decided that he was an ally, it would be better if he knew in advance in case something happened. I told him what had gone on in class. He accepted it with a nod, and I knew that if static came I could count on him.
The next day was Tuesday, die day that Susie Williams was supposed to learn the joys of life. I laid in the darkness once I'd gotten in bed and went over my plans for that; I had Frank Jorgenson, with his six inches that would give pleasure without pain, all lined up. Liz had already laid out her own plans, admitting that she rather enjoyed the idea of being involved in such a venture. I couldn't see how it could possibly go wrong. Confident, I rolled over and went to sleep.
When I left the house the next morning there was a kid waiting at the comer. I just nodded at him, because he was an eighteen year old I'd never talked to but just seen around school. A tall kid, well-built, but with a face that resembled a bull-dog's. It didn't take long for me to know that he wasn't there by accident; he fell into step with me as I headed for school "Look, kid, I hear you've got a thing going."
"Yeah?" I asked warily from the tone of his voice. "What kind of a thing?"
"You know what kind of a thing."
"Well, so what?"
"So maybe I want you to do the same thing for me."
"What's your problem?" I asked, relieved.
Tm not worried about my 'problem', " he said, "you can just make things easier for me."
"You're not making much sense," I told him.
He was quiet for about half a block, then he said, "Well, if s like this. I've got my own way of getting kicks, but I sometimes have trouble doing it That's where you could come in for me."
"Look," I said, "why don't you make it easier on both of us. Why don't you just spill it?"
"Well...well, see, it's like this. I get my kicks by watching other people in action. I figured..."
"You mean you watch them and beat yourself off at the same time?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean."
"Forget it," I said. Man, I didn't want to get involved in anything like that, take chances that someone else might foul things up. "You want to work your way to where you can do your own fucking, fine, but...."
"Naw, come on!"
"Forget it," I said, and then, to let him know that I meant business, I crossed the street and started up the other side. But I'll have to admit that it made me feel good, and it made the possibilities of the future even brighter. Jesus, if my reputation had spread up to the older kids, that made the field all the bigger. And some of them, I figured, would pay more because they had more.
I'll have to admit, though, that I couldn't help but draw up a picture of the guy in action. I mean, I imagined him standing there with his cock hanging out, working it hard while he watched someone else fucking, and then slowly beating himself off while they built themselves to a climax. I imagined that he would do the same thing, working his meat and timing it, shooting off at the same time as they did. But what a way!
I hadn't paid any attention to him, but when I reached the next corner he was there beside me again. "Look, what you said about doing my own fucking."
"Yeah?"
Well, first off, with an ugly face like mine..
"Man," I interrupted, not wanting to waste time on foolish arguments, "who fucks a face? Besides that, if that worries you, there are some pretty homely girls, and they've still got pussies and like a cock run up them!"
"Yeah, you're maybe right, but you didn't let me. finish. I got burned when I was a kid, I got these scars from the chest clean down my legs."
"It do anything to your cock?" I asked, but I realized the moment I asked that it was a silly question. Hell, if he could beat himself off it couldn't have hurt his tool any. And I realized, too, that he really didn't need my help. A little advice, maybe-some that he should have gotten long before from someone else, or something he should have figured out for himself-but that was all. "Look, buddy," I said, putting my hand on his arm, "why don't you just find yourself an ugly girl, take her out, get in a dark place and fuck the hell out of her?"
"I've tried that," he said. "The minute they feel the scars it seems to turn them off."
I mulled that over, and I decided that all he really needed was a little self-confidence. He had been turned down a couple of times and he had let it get to him. This, I told myself, was another job for Ellen Drew. Feeling as she did, she would surely feel sorry for the guy and be willing to help restore his self-confidence. But I wanted to be sure she would get some pleasure for herself out of it, so I asked, "How's your meat? How much?"
"Oh, it's okay. Seven, maybe eight inches hard."
"Okay. Is it worth two bucks to you to find out that you can fuck, after all?"
"Well...well, yeah. Hell, it'd be worth two bucks if I only got to do it once."
I smiled to myself; this was going to be easy. It was going to be a "healing on the run."
"Okay, give me the two bucks, m tell you what to do." He hesitated, so I added, "I want it now because you and I don't have to get together again. I guarantee you results; if you don't get them, find me at school and I'll give you your money back."
He gave me the two bucks. I gave him instructions on how to get to the Nordhams' and told him to be there at eight o'clock that evening. "Once the gal gets in there," I told him, "love her up. Pull your cock out, get her interested in it, then turn the lights out and go to town, old buddy!"
"Jesus!" he whispered, and as I looked down to accept the two dollars I saw that his rod was sticking out hot and hard. I chuckled; the poor bugger would probably have it all day just thinking about what he was in for that night!I
I had time before school started to track Ellen down. I told her the whole story, and she proved to be Old Faithful. With her love of cock (seven or eight inches was nothing to turn down!) and her warm heart, she readily agreed. But I had to caution her again. "Don't forget, Ellen. He needs a fuck, not a blow-job! He needs to find out that girls will still let him fuck them."
She giggled again. "Same as last time," she said. "I'll fuck him, but if it's interesting enough...."
"Be my guest," I said, "if he can get hard twice."
That settled, I forgot about it; I knew that Ellen was dependable, that I didn't have to worry. I started down the hall, only to be stopped by a smiling Duane Newton. "Hey, Sammy, three cheers I Man, that really did the trick."
"Glad to hear it," I answered matter-of-factly.
He laughed. "You know how well it did the trick? When I got Sal home and we were kissing goodnight, she made me haul my pecker out so she could kiss it goodnight, too!"
"Sounds like you've got it made," I said, and started down the hall again. Man, the way things were going, I was going to be Mr. Lovely to half the kids in the school!
My good cheer faded fast as I started into second period. Mr. Carter was standing by the door, as the teachers were required to do. I tried to slip past him as some other kids went through, but he caught me. "Sam, I want to see you after school."
I looked right at him. "Cant make it this afternoon, sir."
"I think you can," he answered, and it seemed pretty obvious what he meant He was really saying, "Make it or else!"
I tossed around all through that period and decided that there was nothing I could do. Liz would have to do her work on Susie Williams, I'd get hold of Frank and brief him so that he'd know what to do. If there had been a possibility of turning Sue's cherry-loss into a foursome it was gone; if Liz wanted to work it that way she would just have to make it into a threesome. That was one party, dammit that I would have to miss.
During the lunch hour I called Liz and told her. She said that she was disappointed ("I really figured that when things got going good it would be them going at it and you and I having our own fun!") but that she would make the necessary adjustments. I tracked Frank down and told him, and necessarily reassured him that Liz would be able to handle things. "All you've got to do, old buddy, is be there ready to fuck! You're still going to get yourself your first cherry!" He looked for a minute like he was going to hold back, anyway, so I reminded him that only a few days before he had been living a fuckless life. He finally admitted that fair was fair, he'd be there to initiate Susie Williams into the pleasures of the flesh.
I made it through the rest of the day. Once the last bell rang, I headed for Carter's room telling myself that I might just as well get it over with. When I walked in he told me to close the door behind me, then he pulled out the bottom drawers of his desk and put his feet on them, leaned back in his swivel chair. He nodded me into a chair right next to his desk. He studied my face for a couple of seconds, looked down over my body, eyed my crotch, men raised his eyes again. "Okay," he said, "tell me all about it, Sam."
"All about what, Mr. Carter?" I asked innocently.
"Come on," he said almost irritably, "let's don't play any games. I quote, T hear that you're helping guys with sex problems', end quote."
I shrugged my shoulders. "That's it," I said. "Some of the guys have been having trouble with their sex life, so I've been helping them get over it,"
"I want the details," he said, and the way he said it told me the story. He did want the details. He wanted to hear a lot of stories about sex. It seemed to add up to one, as yet unspoken, thing; either I told him or he'd perhaps make trouble for me. It sort of irritated me, but I finally told myself that I didn't have any chance. I told him how it had started, and I described a couple of my "cases" without giving any names. He listened with interest, interrupting me every once in awhile with a question, a demand for a more detailed description-and he listened, I couldn't help but notice whether he wanted me to see it or not, with a hard rod. Not only a hard one, but obviously a big one that had slipped outside of his shorts, if he wore shorts.
When I had finished he nodded his head, then he asked what I had going at the moment. I looked at him Jesus, if I told him that at this very moment Liz was getting Susie Williams primed while Frank "Hard-cocked" Jorgenson waited in the recreation room, he might decide that he wanted to go see it in action. If I told him about Ellen's scheduled meeting with the big-donged Senior for that night, he might decide to horn in on that. I swallowed, crossed my fingers and said, "Nothing, Mr. Carter. You said I had to show up here this afternoon, I cancelled the one thing I was working on."
He nodded, then put his feet on the floor under the desk and leaned forward. He fiddled with a couple of paper clips there, then he looked up at me. "All right, Sam, I'm going to let you off the hook. I'm not going to report this to the Principal."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Car.. .
"But," he looked straight into my eyes, "it's going to cost you. You're going to pay for my silence." I swallowed.
"Two ways," he said, and his voice got lighter, "and neither one of them will be any strain for you. First, I'm going to want you to tell me about every incident like this as it happens. Second, I'll have to be perfectly honest with you and admit that I have what might be called a 'problem,' too. I happen to be hung too heavily for my wife; at least she's too small to take me. That means, of course, that my sex life as a husband is limited to blow-jobs and friction-fucking. Ifs been a long time since I've had a good fucking session, so I want you to set me up for one."
I looked up. I could tell that he was serious. I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, if I'm going to do that, I guess you'll have to tell me what you've got so I'll know who to get who could take it"
He didn't answer with words. He pushed the chair back a little and opened his fry, hauled out his whang. Honest to God, I'd never seen anything like it! My mouth must have fallen open, and that takes some doing. That monster was at least a foot long and big enough around that one hand couldn't encircle it The head was like a gigantic apricot pinkish and with a slit twice as long as any I'd seen. I shook my head.
"You let me know when you've found the girl who can take it Sam," he said conversationally as he put it away. "I can get away any night so you set it up as soon as you can."
I shook my head again, this time saying with the gesture, "Okay, I'll give it a go." At the same time I was asking myself what girl had an elastic enough cunt that she could accept something like that!
"That's al!" he interrupted my thoughts. "Just keep me posted on incidents, and let me know when you've set me up."
"Yes, sir," I half-mumbled, and pushed myself up.
I had just turned when he said, "Oh, Sam, by the way..." I turned back. He took out his wallet, pulled out a ten and handed it to me. "I might as well pay you in advance," he said. "From what you've told me, I have full confidence in your skill, and it'll be worth this."
I took the money mechanically, turned again and left his room. I don't know what I had expected, but it sure as hell hadn't been all that! And that monster of his! Man, I thought, his wife must have the biggest mouth in town to be able to take it that way, even! And I'd bet, too, because I'd seen it necessary on even smaller ones, that she'd have to pump on him with her hands at the same time to ever get it to erupt.
I checked the time and decided to take a chance. Walking as fast as I could-half-running when it wouldn't attract attention-I headed for the Nord-ham's. This time I didn't even ring the bell, because if they had Susie going I didn't want her getting scared. I went around through the recreation room and in that way. I heard noises from the bedroom and crossed over. Liz, in all her beautiful nakedness, was lying on the bed holding Sue's hand. She was finger-fucking herself as she smilingly watched Frank, his mouth on Sue's, working his plunger in and out of that virgin cunt. Sue's lower body was working with him, saying that she was enjoying that peter-dunking as much as he was.
I stripped at the door, letting my clothes fall right there, and headed for the bed. Hell, I wasn't about to let that pussy be wasted on a finger!