Chapter 6

The next morning in home-room period Ellen looked at me and smiled. A few minutes later a note was passed over to me. "George and I both thank you! We both think that what we did was better than what we've been doing!"

I chuckled with satisfaction, at the same time drawing up a picture of the long-donged little George screwing his sister with a pleasure that had long been denied him. Then I looked back across at her, at the side of her face, and I decided that she was, indeed, the one to line up for Jerry for Friday night All of my efforts would be at least half-way in vain if she merely settled for bedding down with her own brother!

I wrote a note back. "Need to talk to you between classes."

Ellen waited for me and we walked down the hall together. I told her the truth-how Jerry, because we had become friends enough that he could, had asked me to masturbate him because he had never been able to find out bow it felt to climax. Without naming her, I told her how I'd gotten a girl for him instead, and the fun the three of us had had. "So now that you know how it feels," I climaxed the story, "how about giving die guy a break? How about going to bed with him Friday night?"

She was hesitant for a moment, looking down, but then she raised her eyes and said, "You did me a big favor, Sammy, so I'll do it as a favor fox you."

I nodded my head. Good enough. She could think of it that way, but once she got riding Jerry's big, hard cock she would find out who was really getting the favor! But I had to be sure. "You got to promise me, Ellen You'll screw him, not blow him."

She laughed softly. "I'll screw him," she said, "but if ifs like you said, I just might do the other, too!"

It was my turn to laugh, then I continued on down the hall as she turned into the room where she had first period.

After three victories and still working on "the Sue Williams case," I wasn't looking around for another to handle just yet Besides that I knew that I had to keep my grades up enough that there wouldn't be any static. I decided to devote my entire attentions that day to school work, including not missing a word that any of the teachers said. Besides that, I had been pretty active in the sex department myself, and as much as I like it I find it a good idea to take a day off now and then.

It was a good idea, but it didn't work. As I started to leave first period class once it had ended a kid fell into step beside me. His name is Frank J or gens on; he's a kid with a medium-build, dark hair and eyes, a face that's almost too pretty for a boy. In a soft, almost timid voice, he said, "Sam, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes during the lunch hour?"

"What about?"

He swallowed and almost tripped over his own feet "Well...well, Dave told me...the thing is...." It seemed like he was never going to get it out so I said, "You've got a problem with your sex-life, is that it?"

He gulped and turned red. "Well...yeah!"

"Okay," I said, "I'll be in the cafeteria."

I went on down the hall, my good intentions shot to hell. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of a problem it was going to be. I didn't know Frank too well, but I knew that while he was no big hero most of the kids liked him. And I couldn't help but feel a little pleased that my reputation as a "trouble-shooter and healer" was growing, especially so quickly. Ifs one thing to be known as a master cocksman and still another to be known as someone who could work the kinks out of other people's sex-lives! Anyone can fuck, but it isn't everyone who can get a lot of other people, including some who couldn't before, fucking.

Dave was in my second period class. I wrote him a note and had it passed over. "How did things go last night?"

He looked up at me and smiled, then wrote bushy. A couple of minutes later the note was passed over to me. "Great! It was just tike you said, she was a hot number and once we got going I forgot all about being scared. The old hand-method is definitely gone forever!"

I chuckled again. Old Davie-boy had been a quick learner, and with Arlene and Jenny helping him he'd made good time. I had no doubts now but that he could handle it on his own from now on. As a matter-of-fact, he'd probably be trying to plug every hole in the school both to make up for lost time and to prove to himself that he could do it

I had just set my tray down and lowered myself to the bench in the cafeteria at noon when Frank Jorgenson showed up. He sat down beside me, just filling up space. He was apparently too nervous to eat. I glanced at him, noticed his dark good looks again. "Okay, buddy, what's your problem?"

"I...I don't know how to tell you," he almost whispered.

"You just tell me, that's all. Hell, man, there's nothing to be bashful about You said yourself you'd talked to Dave; he told you how easy it is to talk it out and then go into action."

He spoke, softly, brokenly. "Well...the truth is...when I'm alone, thinking about it...I don't have any trouble at all...getting a hard-on. But...when I get...with a girl, it just...won't get hard."

"You've tried it?"

"God, yes! I...I've rubbed it up and down...their pussies, I've...some of them have...sucked on it...I've rubbed their tits with it...and it just plain...won't get hard." He shook his head. "Man, I...I've even given up trying, but...but I still want to...do it"

"How about beating yourself off."

"What do you mean."

"Any trouble there?"

He blushed, looking down at the table. "No," he finally answered, "I don't have any trouble there."

"Have you just fooled around, or have you been completely naked and in bed with a girl?" I asked, stalling for time.

"Both. I mean, I've...well, been in cars and all that but I've...been, like you said, completely naked with a couple of 'em."

I nodded the way I figured that a doctor working out a diagnosis would. "Tell me honestly, Frank, how are you hung?"

He gulped again and drew invisible pictures on the table with a finger-nail. "Well...Tm...I guess you'd say 'average.' Figuring from the other guys I've seen in gym class...."

"How much you got hard?"

Another swallow, a half-whispered, "About six inches."

"You ever done it, or you always had this trouble."

"Well...I almost did it"

Oh-ho!, I thought, and added the role of psychiatrist to my growing list of roles. "When was that? Tell me about it, what happened."

"Well, I was...it was about three years ago, I was fourteen. I got together with a neighbor girl...it was one afternoon after school. We loved up a little, then...then she pulled her skirts up, I dropped my pants, and...we started in."

"You were going to town on her?" He shook his head; yes, he had been going to town on her. "No trouble? Your pecker was staying hard?" He nodded again; no trouble, he was giving her the works successfully. "Okay, what happened?"

Another gulp, a pained expression. "My mother showed up. She...she really went into a fit"

He didn't have to tell me more. I was only too fully aware of how adults react when they find a couple of kids enjoying themselves. It seems like they simply can't stand the idea of kids enjoying a good, healthy fucking. I could imagine his mother, her eyes boggling out as she watched him driving his cock in and out of that hot pussy, going into a rage. It seemed pretty obvious to me that the difference between Frank and a lot of other kids was that he took it seriously; he took her threats, the stupid ideas she would have tried to plant (screw too much and your cock will drop off; screwing leads to insanity if you do it before marrige, et cetera!) to heart instead of just being more careful after that

I ate in silence, mulling it over. How, I asked myself, could you help a kid who had been scared out of screwing get un-scared? How could I get the starch back in Frank Jorgenson's cock? I thought I found the answer; at least it was worth giving it a try. You showed him that there was nothing wrong with it, that it was great; you got him relaxed inside so that he could forget all that, getting so wound up in what was happening that he could screw himself blind.

I finished my lunch, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Look, Frank, meet me at the front door to the main building right after school, will you?"

"What...what are you going to do?"

I got up, picked up my tray, looked down at him. "We're going to start solving your problem this afternoon, old buddy!" I answered, and walked away before he could say anything more.

I went straight to the office, straight up to the attractive, big-titted Senior I had flirted with the day before. A little more of it and she let me use a telephone in a private office. I called Liz Nordham, told her briefly about Frank Jorgenson's problem, and asked her if she would be available for a go-round that afternoon. She laughingly said that she would be willing and waiting, then showed what a real swinger she was by adding, "By the way, I hear that you and Ted played games without me yesterday afternoon!"

"Yep!" I answered. "And you know what? It wasn't bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, it was sort of kickie!"

Heading for my next class, I ran into Jerry again. "Hey, old buddy," I put my hand on his arm, "I've got you all fixed up for Friday night You be in bed like you were last time, all ready to go, and Ellen Drew'll show up about eight o'clock."

"Jesus, Sam..." he started, but I didn't wait to hear his appreciation. I just chuckled to myself as I continued on, knowing that I'd given him enough to think about that he'd probably have a hard-on every minute until Friday night

During afternoon classes I found myself thinking about Frank and what was to come later that afternoon. I told myself that it might not work the first time, but we'd just keep working at it until it did. I had had almost instant successes up to this point but that was because the kids involved had been primed and just needed someone to get them turned on. Frank was proving to be even more challenging than Ellen had been-as a matter-of-fact as I reflected back on the previous night I realized that it had actually been relatively easy to get into Ellen's pants once I had set my mind to it. It had just taken my assuming the role of trouble-shooter to make me interested enough in wanting to get her enjoying the pleasures of fucking instead of simply swinging on what cock she got

That thought led me to thoughts of Ellen and her brother. She had obviously put word into action; she had obviously reached home the night before, sneaked into George's bedroom and led him to a royal fucking session (did he pull his cock out before he shot, or did she get excited and keep him as she had me?). I had to laugh to myself at the thought of them fucking their hearts out just a few feet from the woman who had-as Frank's mother had apparently done-scared them out of fucking. And I smiled as I thought about how George must feel this morning, having finally used his seven inches the way it was supposed to be used. "George and I both thank you!" Ellen had written. What a time they must have had!

Frank was waiting for me when I reached the doors to the main building that afternoon, a half-worried look on his face. I nodded at him and kept going, and he fell into step beside me. "Are we going to your place? he asked. The question told me that Dave Garland had given him a play-by-play description of the blossoming of his own sex-life.

"Nope," I answered seriously, "there's no need for that. We're going right into action, old buddy."

"What...what do you mean?"

Walking along, I gave him my theory. I told him that the way I saw it was that his mother had scared him so much that now every time he got a chance to fuck he just automatically went soft What he needed was to get around it, do some messing around, and find out that there was nothing wrong with it "So you just relax today, you hear me?" I concluded it. "Don't worry if you can't get a hard-on, just relax and enjoy as much of it as you can. If we can't get you hard today, we'll keep working on it"

"Who...who do you mean by 'we'?"

"A real swinger, old buddy. She's a little older, maybe thirty-one or so, but I figured that it would be better with someone like her, a real swinger, than some young chick. Besides that, you know the girls at school, I wouldn't want you feeling bad knowing that they knew you had this problem."

We had reached the Nordhams and started up the walk. Frank seemed like he was going to hold back, but then he swallowed and followed me up the walk. I rang the bell and Liz answered it almost immediately, and she was really being cooperative. She had fixed herself up and was beautiful standing in the doorway; she was wearing a house-coat that was like a second skin, showing every curve and mound, her beautiful tits. Any guy seeing her for the first time would have had to be sub-normal to not get at least the 'beginnings of a hard-on. "Hi, Liz! This is Frank," I said, walking past her Into the living-room (where, as was common, the drapes were drawn).

"Hello, Frank, come in," I heard her say, then the door closed. Liz put her hand on Frank's arm and half-led him the rest of the way into the room.

I couldn't see any sense in wasting time, so I started peeling as I said, "Well, let's get comfortable!" Liz laughed, but she didn't hold back. She unzipped her housecoat and stepped out of it I was stepping out of my own pants and watching Frank's face; his eyes widened as he saw all that delicious femininity, he gulped. Naked, I walked over and stood beside Liz, put my arm around her so that I could finger a tit from the other side. "Come on, Frank, don't be bashful."

He seemed frozen, so Liz pulled free of me. She walked up to him, slid her arms around his neck and pressed her pussy against his crotch. She ground her hips a little. "Don't be bashful, Frankie," she almost cooed. But he was, or at least inanimate, incapable of movement, so Liz went to work on him. She went to her knees and, practically forcing his movement, got his shoes and socks off him. She pulled his tee-shirt out from his pants, pulled it over his head. She unloosened his belt, opened his fly, and slid pants and shorts down. She had to go to her knees again to get him to step out of them, and while she was there she leaned forward and licked his cock, took it into her mouth. She threw his pants and shorts aside and then slid a hand up the inner-side of his legs, got hold of his balls and toyed with them a little. When she pulled away his cock was damp and half-hard. By that time, needless to say, I was sporting a full, hard eight and a half incher.

Liz took Frank's hand and literally pulled him to the floor. That was a cue for me; for the moment, at least, Liz was the one to handle things. I moved across and sat in a comfortable chair, legs spread out in front of me, cock in hand. I had no intention of beating it off, but I felt good playing with it as I watched so I did. Liz took Frank into her arms; their bodies were pressed together full-length, her tits against his chest, her pussy against his cock, and she rubbed her hands up and down his back. She pushed him over onto his back, raised up a little and looked down into his face for a moment She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then let her own lips move down. They crossed his chest his stomach, went into his crotch. She took the half-hard cock into her mouth again and began giving it a thorough working over, turning so that her pussy was inches from Frank's mouth. She worked on it for several minutes, then raised her head. It was still only half-hard.

I decided to test another part of my theory-that watching other people in action might help him. I went to my knees, reached out for her, pulled her and went down with her at the same time. I took her luscious body into my arms and started kissing her as I rubbed my hands all over her body, ground my cock against her firm pussy. She responded, kissing back with ardor, throwing a leg over me so that her pussy spread a little. We went at that for a bit, then I pushed her shoulders back against the floor and straddled her. I leaned over and went to work on her tits with my mouth, running my tongue all around them, tickling the nipples to hardness with it. I kissed my way down to pussyland, gave her nice cunt several good laps and then began tonguing it I got my tongue inside, swirled it around then stiffened it and gave her a couple of good prods. Raising up, I glanced at Frank; he had pushed his upper body up and was watching us, and his cock stood at full stature. Smiling to myself, I positioned myself right took hold of my own cock and started rubbing it up and down her pussy. She loved it; she threw her arms back, making her tits stand prouder, and writhed with little groans of pleasure as I rubbed the big, pliant cock-head up and down her cleavage.

Good old Liz. She was thoroughly enjoying it, but she wasn't selfish and she hadn't forgotten why we were there. She let her hand almost sneak into Frank's crotch, her fingers curled around his hard cock. She stroked him slowly as I continued rubbing her pussy with my cock-head.

I argued with myself. Did I suggest that be take over, taking the chance that it might make him lose his hard-on, or did I keep going this way? I decided on the latter, thinking again that it might take more than one day, one session.

Almost as if she were reading my mind, Liz moved. She got her head into his crotch, her mouth over his cock, and it looked like things were going all right Jesus, I told myself, if he could keep it hard for a blow-job today, that would be a big step in itself. I decided to help with the action. Swinging my leg over her, I turned Liz's lower body until she was on her belly. I got hold of her hips and pulled her up a little, ran my cockhead up her legs and straight to pussyland. r reached under and got the head caught between those luscious lips, then started fucking my way in. She matched her mouth-strokes on his cock to my strokes as I sent it deeper and deeper into her, and I was pretty sure from the way she was having to move her head that Frank was still hard. I was convinced of it a few minutes later when, just as I lost control and drove my cock clear into her for a head-splitting eruption, he started gasping and grunting, grabbing onto her head and thrashing around.

I poured the last drops to her and then fell aside, rolling over on my back. Turning my head sideways, I could see that Frank's hands had relaxed on her head, a look of pure satisfaction was on his face as she sucked him dry. "Jesus," he whispered, "it wasn't fucking, but I finally stayed hard and came with a girl!"

I chuckled softly. "Tune in tomorrow for the next episode," I mimicked a soap-opera announcer. "Will Frank have to settle for another blow-job, or will he be able to do a little fucking?"

Liz giggled. She gave his cock a last kiss and pushed herself to a sitting position; spent as I was, I couldn't help but notice that she-her entire body-was beautiful no matter what position she was in. It made me think that a little more of the full treatment might be helpful for Frank, so I said, "Liz, why don't you and Frank go use your shower? I'll use the one in the guest room."

"Good idea," she said, and pushed herself to her feet She stood in front of him in all her loveliness, tits hanging nicely, pussy just inches from his face, and held out her hands for him. He took them and she helped him get to his feet then led him into her bedroom. Knowing the additional pleasures he was going to enjoy (hell, maybe he'd even get another hard-on in the shower, now that he'd found out he could!), I headed for the guest room.

When we were dressed I decided that my job was done, but I wanted to be sure that forward progress continued. "You guys have a dale for tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

Liz reached out and squeezed Frank's cock through his pants. "Love it" she answered. "How about you, Frank?"

Frank swallowed, but he nodded. Yes, he'd be back, and maybe tomorrow...