Chapter 2

I decided to go about my project scientifically, and mat included not biting off more than I could handle at one time. I laid out my plan of action; I would take one class at a time, get them all shaped up and then move on to the next With that in mind, the next morning during home-room period I made a list of everyone in the room. I checked off those I knew were already enjoying satisfactory sex lives, then began to speculate on those who were left. Before the period had ended I had picked my first "patient," a boy named Dave Garland.

Dave was another seventeen year old. He was a talk blond boy, good looking but slightly thin. He had a shock of hair that refused to stay combed, and he seemed to smile very little. He stayed pretty much to himself, and in thinking back I couldn't remember having ever seen him anywhere near a girl. Putting two and two together, it seemed pretty logical to assume that Dave obviously had an inadequate sex-life along with being at least half-way anti-social. It seemed equally logical that if his sex-life were improved his total life would be. Trouble-shooter Barton went into action. I fell into step beside him as we left the room and headed for our first period classes. "Hey, Dave, there's something I want to talk to yon about," I said. "How about meeting me after school?"

He frowned, but then he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll meet you in front of the main building after last class," I said, and headed off down the hallway. I made the first corner and up ahead of me was Jerry, moving laboriously along on his crutches. I caught up with him. "Hi, old buddy! How you feeling today?"

Jerry looked at me and turned beet-red, but he managed, "That was really something, Sam, you have no idea! Man, it took guts to ask you to beat me off, I thought I was hoping for too much then. When you brought...shit, I've got a god-damned hard-on just thinking about it again!"

I laughed and hit him on the shoulder, careful to not make it too hard. "Well just keep at it, old buddy, and you'll get to the point where you only get a hard-on at the right time!"

"You mean...? You mean well get to do it again?"

"Hell, yeah. You want to, don't you."

"Are you kidding? Man, I had no idea it could be so great"

I laughed. "Baby, there's plenty more in store for you," I said, and turned into the classroom. I decided right then that there would be; before I was through Jerry would have done as many of the things a normal kid could do as possible.

I probably would have made it through the day without any problems, but between third and fourth periods I ran into Jenny in the hallway. She stopped me, stood right in front of me and looked up into my face. "That was fun last night Sammy, but you know what I really like with you and you didn't let me finish it Can't we.. . ? "

"What's so different about me?" I demanded.

She looked down at my crotch, then shrugged her shoulders. "I just like to suck your cock, that's all," she admitted honestly. "It's...well, it's just perfect, that's all."

"Okay," I said in the way of an answer, "I'll meet you halfway between the next two periods, in the usual place."

Halfway between the next two periods I raised my hand and asked to be excused. The teacher, thinking that I had to go to the lavatory, nodded her head. I started down the hallway, and being hot-blooded my cock started hardening; by the time I reached the men's rest room it was straining hard against my pants. I went into the end stalk dropped my pants and sat on the toilet to wait I didn't have to wait long before the outer door opened, then the door to the booth opened and Jenny stepped in. Her eyes were shining and I imagine that her pussy was probably a little moist from thoughts she had been having, but she didn't waste any time because we didn't have it to waste. She went to her knees between my legs, cupped my balls in one hand, took hold of the root of my cock with the other, and lowered her mouth to it She had to work faster than she liked, but she still obviously enjoyed it and I wouldn't even pretend that I didn't like it when I had to grab hold of her head and start pushing my hips up and down. She kept one hand wrapped around my shaft so that I wouldn't choke her, so it was almost like a fuck, then I erupted into her mouth, panting and gasping and damn near falling off the John. She gulped valiantly, then I pushed her head away. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled up at me. "I really like it, Sammy. I really like this nice cock of yours and your cum. You're the only boy I really like doing this to."

"Good enough," I said, "but we'd best get back to class."

She didn't argue. She leaned over and gave my limp cock a kiss right on the head, then got to her feet "I hope we can do it again real soon," she said, and turned and left

I used some water from the John to wash my cock, wiped it off with toilet paper, then put it away. Getting my clothes back in shape, I headed back for class. The episode had only served to reaffirm my idea that every kid in the school should have the freedom to thoroughly enjoy such activities. I knew that Jenny had gone back to class feeling real satisfied from having swung on a big cock, and I sure as hell had no complaints!

It was hard to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. I found myself thinking about how things would be if I could go to the Principal, tell him my hypothesis, and have him go along with it He would provide me with a room; I would furnish it with a big bed, a stereo for soft music, and I could take the kids with problems there. Dr. Sam Barton and his clinic!

But those were dreams, and I was living in a world of reality. In that world of reality I was going to need a place where I could take the kids. I wracked my brain, then suddenly the answer came to me. The Nordham's recreation room!

The Nordhams are a couple in their early thirties who five down the block from my place; an experience-or, rather, a series of experiences-that I had had with them gave me reason to believe that they would willingly let me use their recreation room, a room which conveniently had a door opening into it from the back and a sofa that made out into a bed.

Ted Nordham is some kind of an executive. His job is time-consuming, so they had hired me the summer before to keep their yard up. Hot as it gets, I quite often worked with only a bathing suit on, and I'll have to admit that I was fully aware of the fact that Liz Nordham seemed to enjoy looking at my strong body and the bulge in my crotch. I didn't mind her looking, either, and sometimes fantasized about it at night because she is a really well-built woman with a damned attractive face. Thinking about how it would be like to get with a woman like her, I'd get in such a lather that I'd have to go out on the prowl.

One afternoon I had just finished mowing the lawns when she came to the door. She was wearing a play-suit that really showed her luscious body off to advantage-I damned near got a hard-on just looking at her! Anyway, she invited me in for a cool drink, and in I went, and it didn't take long to realize that she was a little tipsy. The rest is probably obvious enough that I don't need to go into detail; it was only a matter of minutes before she had rubbed me to a hard-on and I was busy removing her play-suit Her body was all that I had thought it would be and more. Luscious curves, nice tits that stood out firmly from her body, and a cunt that not only felt good to the touch but responded to it She was equally pleased once she had pulled my suit off me, stroking my cock and telling me that it was one of the nicest she had ever seen, rubbing her hands over my body and telling me how much she liked a strong, young body. Lying on the firing-room floor, we took turns kissing and feeling every part of each other's bodies-lingering at the crotch, of course! It didn't take long for me to reach the boiling point; I rolled her Over onto her back, straddled her, got my piston into position and sent it into action. She responded from the first, matching motions with mine, and it didn't take long for us to fuck ourselves to one hell of an orgasm.

We were at it again the next afternoon, only this time she was on top of me. We were French kissing and was playing with her nice tits, and she was slowly riding up and down my pole with her hot, firm pussy. I was trying to figure out the moment when I would roll us over so that I could do the main action when we heard, "Well, isn't this a pretty sight?"

I damn near crapped, but Liz only quit fucking and looked up. Ted Nordham stood over us. "Oh, hello, dear," she said casually. "You're home early."

"It looks like Fm home just in time," Ted answered. He's a nice looking guy, and his face was still pleasant and friendly looking. I couldn't figure it I mean, if I found my wife fucking some other guy...I

Liz didn't move and I was too scared to. I'd gone half-soft in her, even. But Ted didn't do any of the things I might have expected him to. Instead, he set his brief-case on the sofa and then began to undress, and finally he was standing over us with his still youthful body and a rod sticking up toward his belly. He smiled. "I haven't had die opportunity to see how your friend is hung, my love, so I have no idea what your desire would be!"

Liz giggled. "Decisions, decisions!" she said. Then she said, honestly, "Sammy's got about three inches more than you, Teddie, and I've already had the pleasure of fucking him, so..

So what it meant was that I sprawled on the floor with my back against the sofa and Liz went between my legs. She started working on my business with her mouth, and Ted went to his knees behind her. He grasped her hips and pulled her up, sending his cock up between her legs, and away we went. She gave me one hell of a blow job while he fucked himself off doggie-fashion, and then the three of us were a gasping, panting heap.

Liz and I went at it at least three times a week for the rest of the summer. Whenever Ted could get away from the office early he joined us. We had some extremely good times and we did some extremely interesting and enjoyable things, and with that history I was pretty sure that the Nordhams would let me use their recreation room for my project As a matter of fact I thought as I looked ahead, they would probably come in handy at times, individually and as a couple. Liz could make any guy's pecker go hard, and while Ted wasn't heavy-hung he knew how to use what he had. They both were masters at giving and getting pleasure, real swingers, and I felt sure would willingly cooperate if needed.

The last class finally ended and I headed for the doors at the entrance to the main building. I moved quickly because I figured that a guy like Dave Garland might show up because he had more or less promised to but leave if I weren't right there. If he hadn't figured it out right away, he had probably had time to by now; with my reputation it would take a low-grade moron to think that I wanted to talk to them about anything other than sex! If he was having a sex problem, he'd probably welcome the opportunity to be able to say honestly that he had gone there but left when I wasn't there.

I knew I was right when I saw the tall, blond kid coming toward me. When our eyes met he sort of swallowed, the gesture saying that hope of escape had gone. "Hi, Dave!" I said cheerfully, trying to put him at ease.

It was my old lady's afternoon for playing bridge, so we went to my place. Dave followed me through the house and into my bedroom as if he were a condemned man following the Chaplain to the Death Chambers because he had no choice. I had to almost push him down into a chair, then sprawled on the bed across from him. I studied his face, which wasn't bad, and then his body. In jeans and tee-shirt, it showed for what it was-a tall body that was well-proportioned but still a little thin while in the process of development I looked into his crotch, but there wasn't much to see there. That didn't bother me; I've seen some guys whose pricks are finger-sized while soft but real engines once hardened. I decided on the direct approach. "Look, Dave, I had a reason for wanting to talk to you. A theory, I guess you'd can it"

He looked up, eyes questioning almost fearfully.

"We've got to be honest with each other," I said. "You ever had a piece of ass?"

His face reddened. He swallowed and looked down. At the same time he moved one hand to his crotch, covering it He didn't have to use words; he had already answered my question. I knew then that I had picked a prime candidate to test both my theories and my own abilities.

"If figure it this way," I went on. "A guy-well, a gal, too-can't really be happy until he's got himself a decent sex life. Sometimes you can't do it yourself, somebody's got to help you. So that's why I wanted to talk to you. I figured that you weren't getting any, maybe I can help you. Want to tell me how come?"

He swallowed and looked uncomfortable as hell.

"You do think about screwing and get hard-ons, don't you?"

He swallowed again, looking down at the floor, and then shook his head. Yes, he thought about screwing and got hard-ons.

"Well...Well, why not get the real thing?"

It took more probing, but finally I got him to admit that he was scared silly of girls. He would think about it, get hot as a pistol, determine that he was going to go out and find himself a girl, then end up beating himself off. "Jesus," I, said, "that's a waste of talent and none of the real kicks!"

I was already thinking ahead, and it dawned on me that if my project was going to be successful I'd have to know at least something about my "patients" and match them carefully. If I took a guy with a big cock and matched him with a pussy that couldn't take it, it sure as hell wouldn't solve anything. Things like that That being the case, I said, "Move your hand, man. I want to see how you're hung."

He swallowed again, but he moved his hand. His piston pushed up hard against his jeans, the shape defined because the material was so taut. He was hung, there was no question about that It was long and thick, with a big head.

I swung my feet off the bed and stood up, letting him see that I was sporting a hard-on, too, so that he would feel more at ease. "Tell you what we're going to do, old buddy!" I started, but I realized that I didn't dare scare him oft "You come back over here tonight eight-thirty, and well shoot the breeze about it some more. If you want I'll tell you about some of my experiences on the mattress, maybe that'll help put you at ease. Okay?"

He agreed, so I let him go, but as soon as he left I went into action-and now, after our conversation, it was for two reasons. I wanted to arrange for the use of the Nordham's recreation room, but I also had a little (well, not too little!) personal problem to take care off.

The minute Liz Nordham opened the door I knew that something was up. She was wearing a house-coat and her hair was mussed; her face was set in a frown. It disappeared as soon as she saw me. "Oh, Sammy! What a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in and join the fun!"

I followed her into the bedroom. There was a guy lying on his back. He looked to be in his late twenties, a fairly good looking guy with a good build. When he saw me he moved his hand, but not before I saw the six or so inches he moved it to hide. He started to push himself up, but Liz sat on the edge of the bed and pushed against his chest "Just relax, sweetie! Sammy's real good in bed, and ifs fun that way. Haven't you ever gone at it three-way?"

The guy gulped. "N-no. I...."

She leaned over and brushed her lips against his cheek. "You're in for some fun, then," she said, and pushed herself up. She slid out of the house-coat, revealing all her beautiful nakedness. I started undressing, and she laid down beside the guy and stroked his cock as if to keep him happy. He watched me, and I saw the envy and admiration in his eyes when my thick, eight and a half inches popped out of my pants.

I crawled on the bed on the other side of Liz and Started feeling her up. She, meanwhile, gave the other guy enough attention that his fears began to melt. Now as I reached for her pussy I ran into his hand and had to push it aside; as I gently massaged and then began fingering it, he slid his hands up and began playing with her tits. Liz was in Seventh Heaven with a hard cock against each side and male hands fondling her luscious body. She kissed me hungrily, sending her tongue deep into my mouth, then turned her head to give him the same favor. When she brought her mouth back to mine he bent his neck so that he could get at her ripe, firm tits with his mouth; I could tell from her reaction that she was loving it all. Finally the guy raised up. "Jesus, I'm so damn hot the end of my cock's already sticky. When do we get down to, and what is the real action?"

Liz giggled. "How should we initiate him into the art of three-way love-making, Sammy? What do you think he'd like best?"

I looked up at the guy. "What do you usually do?"

"That's a silly question! What does any guy do when he's with a woman. He fucks!"

Liz and I both giggled, the answer to her question obvious now. I gave her the reins; she got the guy positioned, got between his legs, and started in on him.

She gave his cock-head a thorough working over, then licked her way down the shaft and started tonguing his balls. She licked her way back up, sent her tongue in circles around the big head, then started sliding her mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. He was just about going out of his mind; I figured that he wouldn't last long, so I moved into position between her legs, slid up so that my cock went up under her and my belly was against her buttocks. I reached under, got the head of my cock positioned right and then began slowly pouring it to her, giving her inch after inch. I'd gotten in maybe a half dozen good strokes when the guy grabbed her head and held it, fucking like crazy and then pushing up and crying out I knew that Liz was getting a mouthful, then I was on the way up myself, pounding hard and fast, climbing to and reaching the top. In that final, head-splitting moment I sent it as deep into her as I could and then made my own noises and shot out my load. I had grabbed hold of her nice tits; I squeezed them hard as glob after glob of jizm shot out, then I folded against her. We finally rolled over, my cock going soft in her, and with her cheek against the guy's cock she asked, "Well, what do you think? Wasn't it fun?"

The guy merely snorted, then he gave a double-answer by saying, "Christ, I wish I had time to stay until I could get hard again, maybe we could change positions, but I have to get to work."

As he showered Liz explained that he had come to the door selling insurance. As young and handsome as he was, as obviously well-built, she had invited him in. She didn't have to tell me more; I knew only too well how skillful she was at maneuvering until a guy was so hot he couldn't help himself! As she talked I enjoyed lying on my side, pressed against her with a cheek against one tit and my fingers playing around between her legs.

The insurance salesman left, then Liz and I went in to take a shower together. We had done it many times before, and it was always enjoyable. We took turns soaping each other's bodies, using our mouths on genitalia once we'd gone to our knees to soap the lower portion. I had the advantage in that I could give her tits a good tonguing, too, working on them while I soaped her shapely ass. Then we rinsed and got out, dried and walked naked into the other room. Liz put on her housecoat and I began to dress, telling her of my project and asking for the use of their recreation room. She laughed, a laugh of appreciation, and willingly gave permission-adding, as I might have expected and in answer to my earlier thoughts-that I should remember that she, and Ted when he was home, would be available for assistance.

All of that taken care of, I went home. I had just enough time to call Arlene Lowden before my old lady got home. Arlene agreed to let me pick her up that evening at nine. My project was definitely in action! I was ready for the count down on the second "case." I chuckled to myself, pleased at the thought that before the night was over I would have managed things so that bashful Dave Garland would have fucked his first girl and thus be able to dispense with the hand action! "That first fuck," I told myself, "that's all it takes. Once they've done it, they not only want more but know how to get it and what to dot"