Chapter 4
In home-room the next morning I looked at Dave Garland's face and smilingly scratched his name off the list You had only to look into his eyes to know that a change had come over him; he was already a happier person. He looked a little tired, but that was to be expected. He had probably spent most of the night reliving Arlene's cock-hardening strip-tease and then the lusty romp on the mattress; he had probably spent the other part of the night cock-hardedly looking forward to the meeting they had scheduled for later in the week. Perhaps he had devoted at least a few minutes to thoughts of other sessions with other girls.
I looked around the room, and pleased with my success to that point I found myself deciding which of those who were left would present a real challenge. There were a couple of girls who, I was pretty sure, still had their cherries; there was one girl who, it was common knowledge, would suck cock but wouldn't let a boy pour it to her. Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a sort of amusement; I had gone out with her myself, and let her swing on me to her heart's content-but if I were to go out with her now it would be with an entirely new approach. She might start out swinging on me, but she'd end up getting it poured to her the way it should be. She'd find out how a cock was supposed to feel in the right place! But that didn't present enough of a challenge, not this morning.
I looked back at Sue Williams, one of the girls who I was pretty sure was still cherry. I wasn't basing the assumption on the fact alone that she had refused to go out with me; she had refused dates with other guys, too. She was never at any of the school functions that took place at night, nor did she get involved in extracurricular activities that might keep her after school.
Sue was a dark-haired girl with a sweet face. She could have been pretty, but she did nothing to enhance what Nature had given her. She wore no make-up, her hair was combed straight down so that it looked almost stringy. The skirts she wore showed a nice ass, but her blouses loused up the upper regions; you could only guess what her tits might be like, and it wasn't anything to get a guy excited about. I don't mean that she didn't have good breastwork, I only mean that there was no way to tell whether she did or not. Whoever picked out her blouses seemed to do it with a determination to keep that a secret
like Dave Garland had been, Sue was a quiet girl who seldom smiled. like him, she stayed pretty much to herself. I nodded my head. "Yep," I told myself, "little Susie Williams is next on the list. She needs to get a good hunk of meat to show her that life is worth smiling about!"
Just to double-check, I asked a few of the guys during the morning. I had been right; they had tried to date Sue, but she had refused them. Even a couple of the "better-mannered" kids who weren't known for being particularly lusty had been turned down. Susie Williams, it seemed, didn't go out with boys! Not even with those who didn't present a threat to her virginity. She was, indeed, going to be a challenge; you can't get somebody hot enough to trot if you can't even get near them!
I smiled to myself, half-way pleased with the idea. My trouble-shooting and curing processes, it seemed, was going to involve detective work along with everything else. As I let the thought develop the sentence came of its own volition: "Sam Barton, Big Dick." I couldn't help myself; I let out a laugh that brought a frown from the teacher and quizzical looks from the rest of the class. It still seemed funny as hell to me! I liked the idea; I liked the sentence. "Sammy Barton, Big Dick!"
"Mr. Barton," the teacher said, "would you care to share your humor with the rest of the class?"
"No, ma'am," I answered. "It's a private joke."
"Then I suggest that you tell it to yourself in private rather than disrupting the class."
"Yes, ma'am" I answered, but I was still chuckling inside.
During the lunch hour Dave Garland came up to me. As he slid his tray on the table beside mine and sat down, he said, "Sam, that was really great last night but...."
"But what, old buddy? You know what that thing's for now, you know how to use it, what's your problem?"
"Well...Well, ya know," his face reddened a little, "she was right there. She did all the doing. I'm wondering now..."
I knew what he meant "Look, old buddy, there are plenty of girls in this school who like to fuck. Just get with one of them, play around a Utile, and you've got it made." But I realized that he had a point; it wasn't as simple as I had thought, I might get them involved in their fucking session, but they would have to develop the techniques for taking care of their own sex-life after that I looked around. Tell you what old buddy, I'm going to set you up with a date with Jenny Larson. She's got such hot pants that all you have to do is touch her and she drops mem. You wait here."
Before be could answer I pushed myself up and went over to where Jenny was sitting. I had a brief conversation with her, then went back. I wrote her address on a paper-napkin and gave it to Dave. "Pick her up at eight o'clock this evening, old buddy, take her out some place and pour it to her!"
"But.. . ! But...I"
"You can do it pal," I reassured him. "Just keep reminding yourself all day about how good it felt last night Just keep telling yourself that Jenny wants your cock as much as you want her pussy!"
"Jesus," he said, "you make it sound so simple!"
"It is, baby, once you get the hang of it! You're not a bad looking guy, you're well-hung. A little more action and you won't have any problems at all." I chuckled. "Y'know, girls do a lot of talking among themselves. Once it gets around that you're hung like you are and know how to use it you'll have them tracking you down instead of the other way around."
And that I knew from my own experience, was the truth!
I was leaving the cafeteria when someone yelled at me. It was Jerry, sitting by himself. "Hi, old buddy! What's up?"
His face reddened a little and he looked down. It seemed to take a little arguing, then he stammered, "Sam, you know...you know what you said yesterday? About...about doing it again, I mean?" I nodded. "Well...Well, my folks won't be home all Friday night, I wondered...I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
"Just leave it to me, old buddy, HI fix things for you."
"Jesus, that'll be great Sam," the boy said gratefully.
I nodded and started away, making a mental note that I would have to work on Jerry to get rum to the point where he could line up his own poontang. Hell, with a whang like he had he shouldn't have any problems. Any girl seeing it could forget his deformities-and a lot of them would even get a kick out of the variety, out of them having to do the fucking and all because he couldn't
Just outside the cafeteria I saw Ellen Drew. She is a blond girl with an almost cherubic face. She's short, but her body is nicely formed; she has nice, pear-shaped tits, a narrow waist nicely rounded ass, and shapely legs. She could be a little bomb, but she's the one I mentioned who sucked cock but wouldn't let a boy pour it to her. Looking at her in that moment two thoughts crossed my mind. First if was going to take a little time on the "Sue Williams case." Second, it was a damned shame that all that really female stuff about Ellen was going to waste. It just didn't seem right for a girl with that kind of equipment to not use it-or let it be used. And it wasn't used; when she got on the love bed, or wherever it happened to be, she let the boy strip down if he wanted and she messed with other parts of his body, but she wouldn't take a stitch of her own clothes off. If you felt titty it was through blouse and bra; if you grab-assed it was through the material of her skirt
I decided to work on that while I was working on Sue Williams. I crossed over, drew her away from the girls she was talking to, and asked her for a date that night She looked down at my crotch, getting an eyeful because I had put my hands in my pockets and pulled the material taut I don't wear shorts, so the preview of coming attractions wasn't dimmed. She ran her tongue across her upper Up and raised her eyes. "Sure, Sammy," she answered.
"Good. I'll pick you up about seven-thirty, okay?" Turning away, I thought to myself that things might just be fitting into place even better than I had thought Ellen was a nice girl; once I got her broken in tonight maybe I could enlist her for Jerry for Friday night That could help her, too; she could get a little more used to cock at her own speed! I could imagine her, with that lush little body, lowering herself slowly onto his big whang, taking it inch by inch at the speed she wanted until she had gotten enough of it that the last resistance fell away and she went into action that would satisfy them both.
With just a few minutes of the lunch hour left, I went into the office. They have Senior students working behind the desk there. I picked out the prettiest oneone with a set of knockers that would knock your eyes out-and flirted with her a little, then I said, "Do me a favor, will you? Get me Sue Williams's address."
It was against the rules for them to give out addresses, but a couple of more of the right remarks did the trick and she got it for me. I showed my appreciation by backing away so that she could eye the old basket, then turned and left.
During afternoon classes I did my best to 'listen to the lectures, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't help but feel pleased with the way things were working out with Jerry and Dave; I had to compliment myself on the way I was handling both. At the same time, thoughts of the reactions old Davie was going to get once he got with the hot-blooded Jenny kept seeping through. Visions of Jenny swinging on his big dong and then sliding up over him for a royal fucking flashed across my mind, and I remembered seeing his ass up in the air the night before as he had drawn his exhausted plunger out of Arlene's beautiful, cock-squeezing pussy. Then I looked ahead to the evening with Ellen Drew, smiling to myself at the thought of the surprise that she was in for. She had taken it for granted that I remembered and would settle for a blow-job. Little did she know! Then I moved on to Sue Williams, and in my thinking she was an ugly ducking who soon would become attractive because she had gotten a royal fucking. I liked the poetry of that and rephrased it, wrote it in my note-book:
Little Susie had been an ugly duckling, She became a swan after a royal fucking!
Nothing will turn an ugly duck into a chick
Faster than getting a nice, big dick! I looked across, studied her unsuspecting face, and smiled to myself. Little Susie, if you only knew.. .
I asked around and found a kid who lived on the same block as Sue Williams. He was a sixteen year old who was still a little green behind the ears, so I figured that he wouldn't have any idea about what I had in mind. He told me quite honestly that it was a poor neighborhood, most of the houses old and run down, a lot of the people the same way. He said that Sue lived with her mother, who was a widow. The mother worked as an aide or something in a hospital, and Sue kept the house up along with baby-sitting whenever she could. As far as the kid knew, neither Sue nor her mother ever had company.
It had all fit, and it gave me an idea, a possible way to go into action. Liz Nordham didn't know it, but she was going to hire little Susie Williams to do some housework for her! As a matter-of-fact, Ted Nordham, with a cock that was smaller than mine but that he was fully capable of using skillfully, might be a better candidate for taking her cherry than I would. That would repay them for the use of their recreation room and at the same time get Susie going on sex without scaring her off-or, I had to admit, without hurting her as I had inadvertently hurt a couple of other girls who had been too small. Once Ted got her broken in I could take my turn if I wanted, giving Susie a sampling of another, larger cock.
That may sound wise-ass, but I don't mean it that way. Maybe if I had trouble getting nookie I might not even have felt that way, but I didn't have such trouble so I could. I could do what would be best for my "patient," and that was important to me now in my assumed role of "trouble-shooter and curer," or, as Arlene had put it the night before, my "one-man crusade to get everybody free-fucking!"
What with my confrontations with Dave and Jerry and all of my own thinking, by the time last period rolled around I was a candidate for my own services! I was so damned horny that I knew I couldn't hold out until that evening and the date with Ellen-the-cock-sucker Drew. As a matter-of-fact, I knew that if I even tried to I might botch things up; I was so hot to trot that I would probably willingly have settled for a good Wow-job rather than slowly working up to what I had planned. That being the case, I decided to kill two buds with one stone. I headed for the Nordham's again, fired up for a session with Liz; once it was over I'd work out the details with her concerning Sue Williams.
I rang the bell. I rang it a second time, and then a third. "Come on, god-dammit, Liz," I silently coaxed, reaching down to try to rub some of the pussy-hunger out of my swollen cock. I rang again. Finally it sank in; Liz wasn't home. Hell, even if she'd found another salesman, she wouldn't have taken this long! Disappointed, I turned away; turning away, I started through my mental file of who might be available this time of day. Without pre-arrangements afternoon sessions were sometimes difficult, and I wasn't sure that there would be time to bring someone back here. Besides that, I wanted to get my rocks off, but I wanted to have a pretty good new build-up before I started in with Ellen. I wanted my old cock to be able to throb for her, exciting her more than it would have simply hard.
I had just reached the sidewalk when Ted Nordham came along and turned into the drive-way. "Hi," he called out as he got out of the car. "What's up?"
"Ah, I just came by to see Liz, but she isn't home."
"This is her hair-dresser day," he said, "but come on!"
I started to tell him that I had more important things to do, but something stopped me. At the time I thought mat it was just friendliness; I mean, when people have been good to you, you don't tell them to go fuck themselves when they invite you in. Anyway, I followed him into the house. He dumped his brief-case on the divan and turned around, looked down at my crotch. His eyes sparkled a little. "Liz'll be disappointed as hell when she finds out she missed you," he said. Then he winked at me. "I don't want it ever said that someone was disappointed by the Nordham's, however."
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
He laughed, then sobered. "Sammy, my boy, I thought that you were a man of the world!"
"Well, I am, but...."
He shook his head, stopping me, then be said, "Let's be modern about it, shall we, old boy? Now you and I both enjoy a good pussy, but when there doesn't happen to be any pussy around should we either go without or beat ourselves off? Hell, no," he answered himself, "we find pleasures together."
"You mean...?"
And that was exactly what he meant Randy and pussy-loving as we both were, we went into the bedroom and stripped down. He was as cock-hard as I was by that time, so much so that a little jewel of cum sparkled on the end of his cock. "We'll do something I learned in college," he said lightly, "and to tell you the truth, it'll be kind of fun doing it again after all these years!"
It surprised the hell out of me, but once we had laid down and done a little necking-necking without kissing, just the kind where you rub all parts of your bodies together-I found myself enjoying it I liked the feel of his body and didn't mind his hot cock banging against me, and I knew that he was enjoying man-handling my body. It wasn't queer, I told myself, it was just like he had said, modern. It was a hell of a lot better than going without or beating yourself off.
We had gone at it a little while and there were pecker-tracks all over each of us when he pushed himself up. He went into the bathroom, came back, a jar in his hand. He opened it, scooped out'a grease-like substance. Setting the jar on the bedside table, he leaned over and rubbed the greasy stuff all over the head of my cock. Man, the way he did it, he almost got a handful! Then he reached between his own legs, and I realized what was going to happen. He was greasing his own ass-hole. All of that done, he wiped his hands, then climbed back on the bed and straddled me. He reached down between us and got hold of my rod, rubbed it up and down the cleavage between his buttocks, then positioned the head at his puckery opening. "Let me do it," he said, "because I'm out of practice and it'll hurt a little at first."
I let him do it He lowered himself slowly onto my cock, raising up a little, lowering himself again. I felt it sliding in, and it was as hot and tight as pussyland in there. Finally he had it all. "Okay," he said, "now I'm going to raise up a little. You do your fucking, Sammy-boy, and beat me off while you're doing it"
I fucked him, slowly beating his meat at the same time. It felt good, and I started increasing the tempo. It began to feel better, and I found myself fucking him in the ass with full gusto and beating his meat for all I was worth. We both came at once, me shooting off into his hot ass-hole and him squirting jizm all over my belly and chest He let out strange sounds, then fell forward against me. It bent my cock, but that didn't make any difference because it was already going soft. "Jesus," he breathed heavily against my chest, "Jesus, that felt all right, didn't it?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "that felt pretty good!" Without my really realizing it, my arms had slid around his body and I was holding him against me. I stared up at the ceiling. "That felt real good," I said, "but you know what? I could never do it with a queer. It...well, it just seems all right with you."
He chuckled. "I know what you mean."
We got up and went in to take a shower together, and he and I did the same thing that Liz and I usually do. I mean, we soaped each other's bodies, including messing around with each other's prick and balls, and with him it seemed not only all right but even rather nice. It was...well, I guess it was a matter of sharing more after we had already shared a lot, a deepening of a friendship. I found myself liking him one hell of a lot. I guess I had all along, but that just strengthened it I left there feeling pretty good. It had been an odd experience, but I liked odd experiences. Above all, it had put me in shape so that I was ready for the evening that lay ahead.