Chapter 15

Everything had been going fine, but I had two problems. I still hadn't figured out a way to break down the old lady, to get her on the fun side of life, and I had to find a pussy elastic enough to take Chuck Carter. I wasn't sure which of those problems was going to be the hardest to solve; I had looked for challenges earlier, and they were sure as hell challenges!

I tackled the Carter problem first, and in doing it I became a detective again. Sam Barton, Big Dick It wasn't quite so funny now, not when I thought of the size of Carter's monster! Anyway, at the end of every period-about fifteen minutes before they ended-I raised my hand and asked to be excused. If a teacher gave me static I told her (or him) that I was sorry but no, I couldn't wait; I had to go so bad I could taste it I headed down whatever hall die room happened to be in, aiding up in the gym. It was the time when all of the kids were coming in from gym class, stripping down and heading for the showers. I spent the day, or at least those fractions of it looking at every cock in school! I made note of all the biggest

I knew it wasn't totally valid. I mean, there are a lot of guys who have cocks that are small when soft but something to be proud of when they get hard. But that didn't stop me. I looked for the biggest cock there was, and I found it on a Senior named Bob Jasper. Soft, it hung down a good seven inches and was as big around as a silver dollar. No matter how much bigger when it got hard, any gal who could take it should be able to do something with Chuck Carter's monster!

I caught up with Arlene Lowden as she was leaving school. "Hey, Arlene, you know all the Senior girls. You know any who have been out with Bob Jasper?"

She looked at me quizzically, a half-smile on her lips, then she almost floored me by saying, "Well, I have, for one!"

"You have!" I gasped out, and then I had to laugh. Hell, I might have known it! "Okay," I said, "tell me this. I've seen him soft, but how big is his whang once it's hard?"

"Honey, it's like one of those big sausages the butchers have hanging from racks. It is ab-so-lutely loverly."

"You like it, huh?"

"Like it! Sweetie, when that boy fucks you, you know you've been fucked!"

I nodded. "Well, if you like it so well, how'd you like to get one like this?" I asked, and made measurements of Carter's cock with my hands.

Arlene laughed. "That beats Bobbie Jasper, even, and I'll bet there isn't one that big in the world. But if there is, yes, cutie, I'd love to have a go at it!"

"You're not only going to have a go at it, you're saving my life," I told her, and then I told her the whole situation with Carter. She found it amusing, and I don't think that she really believed me-about the size of it, I mean-but she willingly agreed to meet with Carter the next night. I let out a sigh of relief and went along my way. That problem had been solved more easily than I had expected it to be-and I wasn't worried. With her skills, the different techniques she knew, I would have been willing to bet that even if Arlene couldn't take him up the cunt she would give him a frolic that would leave him satisfied. I gave serious consideration to arranging things so that I could be there to watch the action.

With that worry off my mind I headed for home. The minute I got there the old lady started bitching about everything in general so I just went on into my room and closed the door. I sprawled out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. How, I asked myself, was I going to get those layers of veneer off from around the old lady? How was I going to melt the ice? Jesus, if she wouldn't respond to a hunk of meat like the old man's, attached to a strong, healthy body, what would she respond to?

I had no sooner gotten the question out again when a possible answer came to me. Young meat. Just as no older man I had ever heard of could resist nice young snatch, how could a woman resist a delicious hunk of young, not-too-used male meat? How could she not be flattered by attention and want to get her hands on a strong, youthful body-perhaps one that awakened long dormant memories? Why wouldn't the old lady go after one of my buddies the way the old man had gone after Arlene? She, too, might be tempted to let herself go and remember that night when at a peak of their "love feelings" the old man had poured it to her in the back seat of a car.

I mulled it over, and I decided that it was worth a try. The next step was to pick the-guy-and find one who would agree to screwing an older woman-and then to get them together. I tossed it around some more, and finally I came up with the answers. I went out to the living room, made sure the old lady was busy in the kitchen, and made a telephone call.

I got hold of a kid named Jimmy Walters. He and I have been buddies for a long time; he had spent many nights at my place, and I had stayed at his numerous times, so the old lady wouldn't be suspicious. He was also a good looking kid; he was only medium in height, about five foot nine, but he had a good build and kept it that way through weight-lifting. He was one of those "strong" men who weren't so muscular that they were almost grotesque. He couldn't compete with Bob Jasper or Chuck Carter in the meat department, but he didn't have to be ashamed of what he had. In one of our more playful moods we had measured off, and he stretched out to seven and a fourth once he had worked it up to maximum. He had always been fascinated hearing about my sexual escapades, so when I told him that I could supply him with some even more interesting tales he willingly agreed to come spend the night.

The old man got home. I heard him mumble the usual greetings to the old lady, then he headed for the John to clean up. I was really tempted to cross over and tell him that I'd worked out a plan to thaw out the old lady, but I resisted, smiling to myself. If things worked out right, in a day or two he'd come up to me and say, "Okay, Sammie, tell me how you did it?" If things worked out right their bed would start getting the work out it should have gotten from the beginning!

Jimmy showed up a little while after dinner. I heard him talking to my folks for a few minutes, then he came down the hall and into my room. He smiled the minute he'd closed the door behind himself, then hauled out a white handkerchief, unfolded it and let me see it. He had printed "Come Rag", across it-which meant, of course, that he fully expected the tales I had promised him to be so tantalizing that he couldn't help himself, he'd have to beat his meat. He crossed over and shoved it under the pillow on the side of the bed he always used.

Not wanting to arouse any suspicion, not wanting the old lady snooping around, we just yakked about things in general until it was the usual time to go to bed. As a matter-of-fact, we waited until we heard the folks going down the hallway, then we stripped down, I turned out the light, and we crawled in. Halfway to keep up my own image, I reached over; I got a handful of cock. "Roll over, man, I want to feel your ass. The truth is, I lured you over here 'cause I'm randy and couldn't get a girl tonight."

"It'll be a rainy day in hell when you or anybody else fucks me in the ass," he answered. "Come on, tell me bed-time stories."

I laughed, then I started in. I started with the night Jerry had called, told him all about that, and then gave him a play-by play description of everything else that had happened. So much had happened that it was hard to keep it in chronological order, but I did the best that I could. He wasn't disappointed; I wasn't far into it when I could tell that he was playing with himself. I finished up with a sort of "soap opera" finish-tune in tomorrow to find out if the luscious Arlene, with as experienced a cunt as she had, would be able to take on the big-cocked Chuck Carter! Old Jimmy reached out for my cock, grasped onto it and held while he beat himself off to a climax. "Jesus," he said when he could breathe evenly again, "having you warm me up with your wild stories makes beating myself off almost as good as fucking!"

I'd kept my promise, now I could get down to the nitty-gritty. I rolled over onto my side, put my hand on his stomach. "Jimmy, old buddy, I need your help on my project." I started.

"I'm at your command!" be said quickly. "Matter of fact, I feel crushed that you didn't call me sooner. Why the hell didn't you let me get that little cherry, or..."

"Knock it off, will ya, and listen?" I interrupted him. I hadn't told him about the old man, so I went into that now-and my theory that if I could get the old lady fucking happy the whole world would be a beautiful place. He was duly impressed by the story of the old man and Arlene getting together-he thought it was pretty great for a kid to fix his old man up! So I had to shut him up again. "This is the way I finally figured it out," I told him. "No woman, not my old lady or any, should be able to resist a nice young hunk of meat, so. . . "

"No!" he said. "Man, I couldn't"

"Knock it off and listen, godammit! AH I want you to do is this. Tomorrow morning when I leave I'll tell the old lady that you weren't feeling so hot so you're staying in bed. You just lie here and pretend you're sleeping, but you keep the damn blankets off you and you keep a hard-on. She might not even touch you, but shell keep looking in, I'll bet my last dollar, sneaking looks at your cock. If I'm lucky it'll get her so hot she won't be able to stop, she'll work on you, but even if that doesn't happen it should get her old mind going along the right route."

"Man, you're nuts, y'know that?"

"Maybe so, but I haven't failed yet." I moved my hand down to his limp cock, squeezed it. "You'll do that for me, won't you, Jimmy? You'll be a pal, won't you?"

"Well...well, I don't like the idea, but I'll tell you what. If you'll fix me up with that Arlene-she sounds like a hot little number-I'll do it."

"It's a deal," I said, and we shook hands on it. The handshake was a promise, and knowing that Jimmy never broke a promise I could go to sleep feeling that everything was in order.

When I left for school the next morning I purposely left my bed-room door open, and the old lady had fallen for the story that Jimmy didn't feel too hot. Now all I had to do was wait-anxiously, I might add-for after school when Jimmy would give me the results. In the interim, the slate was clear except for telling Carter that I had fixed him up, which I did as I started into second period. He merely nodded, a gesture that reminded me that he had said that he had full-confidence in my abilities!

There had been enough going on that I would willingly have taken a few days off. Trouble-shooting was fine, but it could also be tiring! Feeling that way, I didn't bother to look at my list, nor did I look at anyone in any of the classes and wonder about their sex lives. I just poked along, figuring that anyone who had gone without screwing this long could go without it a little longer! It lasted until the noon hour.

I carried my tray to my usual place and sat down with it. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two came as I nodded my head when one of the Seniors sat down beside me and said, "You're Sam Barton, aren't you?"

He didn't play games. He took two one dollar bills out and laid them on the table beside my tray. I looked at them and then up at him. I studied him more carefully now. He was a sort of plain-faced kid, tall and solid looking. "What's your problem?" I asked him.

"No problem at all," he said, "I just want you to fix me up with a piece of ass."

I shook my head. "You've got me wrong, old buddy. I ain't a pimp, and I ain't running a whore house." For good measure, I added, "If I was, two bucks sure as hell wouldn't do the trick!"

He looked down at the table. "Okay," he finally said, "I've got a problem, but I figured I could tell the broad, not you."

"That'd be all right," I answered, "except that if I don't know what it is, I don't know what girl can work on it."

He chewed that one over, then nodded his head without looking up. "Yeah, I guess you're right" He seemed to argue with himself, then he said, "Well, it's like this. I'm like a god-damn jack-rabbit I hardly get into a girl before I pop my wad. I take three or four strokes and that's all she wrote. I thought...well, I thought that maybe the girls you been working with, I thought that maybe one of them could figure out how to slow me down. Jesus, it's no fun at all, y'know, over that quick!"

That was something to think about! I could imagine how discouraging it could be, all ready for the fun of fucking and then having it finished almost before you started-and frustrating as hell for the girl. At the same time, I tried to figure out if and how anybody could solve it. "Look," I said, "have you ever tried taking a couple of strokes and then stopping? You know, stretching it out that way?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't do any good. Just being in that warm pussy, the bastard lets go."

It was my turn to shake my head, then I reached out and shoved the bills back to him. "Sorry, old buddy, but I don't see how I can help you. I mean..."

But there was nothing more to say. He sat there a few seconds longer, then reached out for the money. "Thanks, anyway," he said, pushed himself up and walked away. I felt sorry as hell for him, but I honestly didn't see how just trying to screw more girls would help him. And I didn't consider it a failure; it was just a problem that I couldn't handle. The only consolation-probably for him, too-was that at least he could have the fun of a little loving up and then sending his prong up a hot cunt. At least he got in a stroke or two with a healthy hard-on, and dropped a load where it was supposed to be dropped.

Jimmy Walters was waiting about a block from the school that afternoon. As I walked up to him I saw the shit-eating grin on his face, so I damned near held my breath. "Okay, old buddy, spill it!" I demanded.

He laughed. "Baby, I'm sorry I said you were nuts last night. You've got more smart than I thought, you can figure people out better than I thought you could. I'm sworn to secrecy, so I can't tell you what happened, but I'm going to talk to that tree over there, and if you happen to listen...."

He told the tree the story, and I just happened to listen in. He told it how he had laid on my bed with the blankets kicked off, playing with himself intermittently to keep a hard-on, remembering the stories I'd told him the night before to help. He told it how my old lady kept coming to the door, standing there awhile and then disappearing. He told it how she had finally tiptoed into the room; he had watched through slitted eyes as she kept her eyes on his face and reached down to feel his hard cock. She took it in her hand, squeezed it, then pulled her hand away. She did the same thing about five times, apparently going out to fight with herself in between times, then the last time she leaned over, kissed the head and then took it into her mouth. She just held it there, but old Jimmy, using his own intelligence, began to move his hips a little. He gave her the feel of a big cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and she seemed to find it rather enjoyable-at least she didn't pull away for a couple of minutes.

The next time she entered the room she was wearing her bathrobe, and Jimmy had known right away that she didn't have anything on under it She reached out for his cock again, held it in her hand and slid her own hand inside the robe so that she could fiddle with herself. Jimmy used his smart again; he moved his hips up and down again, giving her the feel of hot cock pushing up and down in her hand.

"All of a sudden she seemed sort of helpless," Jimmy told the tree. "I mean, it was like she wanted to turn and run but couldn't so instead she let her robe fall off, crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She was looking at my face again, but I still pretended I was asleep. She took hold of my cock and ran it up and down her pussy. I think that that was all she was planning on doing, but she must have carried herself too far. All of a sudden she pulls my dong straight, and she straightens out over me. I groan a little and wrap my arms around her, feel her tits on my chest, and she starts fucking herself on me until she's got my whole cock in her. Well, nobody can play games when it's gone that far. I mean, I let her know I'm awake and that I'm all for it, and away we go. I roll her over, and for a woman that old she isn't bad at all. Her tits are a little flabby, but it's still fun playing with them, and she's got a tight cunt, pouring it to her was really something. She liked it, too. Jesus, she must of shot when I did, and she damned near went out of her mind! Wrapped her legs around my back and kept screwing, gasping for breath and yelling out, 'Oh, fuck! Oh, just feel that!'

"When it was all over she was embarrassed and scared, but I told her to forget it. That's when she swore me to secrecy...and when she asked me if I'd come back again. Man, that old Sam was right, she really went for young cock!"

I laughed to myself, then told Jimmy that the tree had heard all it needed to hear. I was pleased as hell with myself that the experiment had worked-man, I told myself, that had been sheer genius! Now if she could just transfer some of that into bed with the old man...I shook my head. "Jesus," I said without thinking, suddenly realizing that I had doubted it myself, "she is human after all!"

When I got home and saw the relaxed look on her face I was convinced of it. When she forgot to start bitching I was doubly convinced of it She was living proof of my theory that a woman well-fucked is a happy woman.

I sprawled on my bed and reconsidered. It had seemed like a good idea to just wait and see what happened, but now I was beginning...well, not to have doubts, but to think that another approach might be better. I finally decided that it would, so when I heard the old man get home, mumble the usual "greetings," and then head for the John to clean up I crossed over and went in. I sat on the toilet seat while he stripped and told him, step by step, what had happened. Naked, he stood there and looked down at me, then he reached down and rubbed his cock. We were more like two buddies than father and son-two conspiring buddies. "Well," he finally said, "if she broke down that much, if she actually sucked on his cock, maybe there is hope. It isn't Saturday night, but..."

Later I listened until they went to bed. Once their door was closed I tip-toed down the hallway and leaned my ear against it. It didn't take long for me to be able to nod my head and say silently, "Well, Sam old boy, you did it again! Chalk up another victory!"

The two people who had been miserably wasting their lives were happily mouthing each other's crotches in preparation to the kind of fucking they hadn't had since they were kids!