Chapter 7

My old lady can be sarcastic as bell when she wants to be. She came to my bedroom door, opened it without knocking, and looked down at where I was sprawled on the bed catching up on some homework. "Well," she said, "to what do we owe the honor of your presence in the house tonight?"

I looked up at her. There wasn't much to see; she's just a typical house-wife, a woman who could have been attractive if she took a little effort but ended up being sort of drab. I was pretty well convinced that she was the type who lived in the past, who believed that sex was something that she had to tolerate and the only type allowable was for the old man to mount her and use her pussy for what he might as well have used his hand for. I almost answered, "I'm all fucked out, that's why I'm staying home. Got to give my poor cock a rest." I could imagine her having a stroke right on the spot; news of my cocksmanship hadn't gotten back to her! I didn't. I just kept still.

"I got a call from the school this afternoon," she went on, disapproval written all over her face. "Your counselor informed me that you are doing disappointing work in all of your classes. The teachers don't think you're even trying. Your father and I..

I didn't listen to the rest, because it was like a re-play. She and the old man had put their heads together and they were going to lower the boom. I was not going to be allowed to leave the house on week-nights, and if my, grades didn't improve they would even cut out week-end activities. I let her talk. They had tried it before, but the only result was that it made it a little more difficult for me; I'd have to pretend to be going to bed early and then sneak out the window. After a week or so they'd forget about it and I could get back to normal activities.

She finally finished her tirade and left, and instead of helping matters she had interfered with them. I had been studying, but she had broken my trend of thought I let the book drop, rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "What would you think, old lady, if you knew...? " I went back over all that had happened that week. I remembered how it had started with poor, crippled Jerry asking me to beat his meat for him, how that had made me realize how many kids there were who weren't getting full pleasure out of life. I thought about Dave Garland and how scared he had been as the luscious Arlene stripped down and started after him, but how now he was able to go at the mattress frolics with gusto. I remembered Frank Jorgenson, and wondered if he was home now beating himself off as he remembered what had happened that afternoon and thought about what might happen the next afternoon. I thought about Ellen Drew.

And without thinking about it I had a handful of hot bard cock, grasping it through my pants. The feeling of it penetrated, I became aware of it. I looked down at it "Jesus," I said to it "don't you ever get tired?"

It throbbed a little in the way of a response.

I rolled over onto my belly, but I knew that wasn't going to do any good. I had thought myself right into a lather, and there was only one thing that would get me out of it.

I pushed myself to my feet, got some extra pillows and a couple of blankets from the closet and stuffed them under the covers, forming them to look as much as possible like my own shape. That done, I turned out the light, tip-toed across the room and slowly eased the window open. Once outside, I eased it shut, then turned and started off into the night.

I started thinking about where I might go, then suddenly I decided that I was getting a little tired of not only getting the same stuff over and over but of having it so available. Hell, I told myself, there was no real challenge mere, no real thrill. It was just good, load-dumping sex. Tonight I wanted something new, something exciting. I took off toward the heart of the city, a randy seventeen year old with a hot cock looking for some unsuspecting damsel to use it on!

It's about three miles from our neighborhood to the heart of town and I was broke. I did the next best thing, which was what I had to do as often as not, anyway; I stood at the bus-stop on the corner, under the street-lamp and thumbed. About a dozen cars went by then one finally pulled over. "Hi!" I said cheerfully as I got in, glancing over at the driver. He was a young fellow, maybe twenty-four or five, and not bad looking.

"Hi yourself. Where you headed?"

"Into town."

"That's sort of vague. What part of town?"

"Wherever you're going will be fine," I answered. "I can go from there."

He pulled back into traffic, then glanced over at me. "An answer like that, I'd say that you're going poon-tang hunting."

I rubbed my cock and laughed softly. "Yup!"

He shook his head and said almost sadly, "Oh, to be young again...and free!" A moment later, "Just to be free would be enough!"

He didn't have to say more. It was all there. But he did, anyway, I guess because he wanted to get it off his chest He told me how, at seventeen, he had gotten his first piece of ass, knocked the girl up and had to marry her. His first piece had been his last numerically speaking, and his wife was a shrew who really kept tabs on him. She never let him forget that he had knocked her up, she put out begrudgingly, and she made damn sure that he didn't get any on the side. "Christ"' he said, "the only outside fun I get is something I'd rather do without, but it's better than nothing. There's a fairy where I work who goes for me; he swings on my rod any time I let him. Ain't that a hell of a way to live?"

"Man, yes!" I answered emphatically and sincerely. It was almost depressing.

"I'd like to change places with you," he said almost as if talking to himself. "I'd like to send you home to her and me go out looking for poontang! God, would I ever go to town if I got with another broad!"

He sounded so hard-up and sad that I found myself saying, "Y'know, if we could I'd do that I mean, if we could change bodies for the night I'd trade with you. Hell, I got enough, I'd be glad to let you go out and have some fun."

He laughed a mirthless laugh, then reached out and squeezed my leg. "Thanks, buddyl I guess it's at least nice to know somebody feels for you and would be decent"

We rode for a couple of blocks in silence, then I found myself asking, "What kind of a woman is your wife? I mean, how does she look?"

"Oh," he said, "she's a damned fine looking woman. Hell, that's why I was so hot to get in her pants to start with. She's built like a brick shit-house, she's just cold as an ice-berg."

I nodded, but I guess old "Trouble-shooter" Barton-that part of me-was at work without my knowing it I was all of a sudden saying to him, "Ya know, I don't want to sound like I'm braggin', but I've never had a woman turn me down yet And there's this young couple in my neighborhood, the three of us get together every once in awhile for fun and games. Maybe if you took me home and we started messing around...."

"Hah!" he said in the way of an answer.

I thought about what Ted and I had done the afternoon before, and about the fairy this guy had who swung on his rod at work. "Lemme ask you something," I said. "If she saw you and I naked-you with whatever you've got me with my eight and a half inches-and you told her that it was either fun and games with the three of us or you and I were going to have some fun, what d'ya think she'd do?"

"She'd crap," he answered quickly, "and raise so much hell that somebody would probably call the cops."

That seemed to take care of that, but a moment or two later he glanced over and said, "You really got eight and a half inches."

"Yup."

I've only got five or six. I wonder...?"

The whole thing was beginning to excite the hell out of me. I mean, this sounded like a real challenge, and at the same time it could do this guy-who seemed to be an all right kind of guy-a lot of good. My old cock stretched out hot and hard along my leg, swelled up with interest and eagerness. It seemed to be straining for the chance to get at that cold pussy to see if it couldn't warm it up! "Hell," I said, "it'd be worth a try, wouldn't it?"

He was quiet for another block or so, teasing his lips with the fingers of one hand as he drove along. Finally, he said, "Yes, it would be worth a try. Dammit to hell, anything would be worth a try, I'm sick of living like this! But we'll have to go slow...."

That decision reached, we introduced ourselves. His name was Tom Fletcher, and he was twenty-three years old-which meant that he had had six years of the kind of life he had described. "I think we better do it this way," he said. "FU teU Marie that you were hitchhiking and I gave you a ride. I felt sorry for you and decided to take you home for something to eat and the chance to take a shower. Shell go silent, act sullen, but don't let that bother you. The only thing is, how are we going to get you where she can see you naked?"

"I can be pretty dumb when I want to be," I told him. "You get me in the bedroom or bathroom first, then make a sandwich or something. Yell at me, and I just sort of stroll out You can say something about it, and I'll apologize, telling you-which isn't really a lie-that I just don't like clothes and forget about them whenever I can."

He shook his head. "Jesus, I've got the feeling I'm playing with a stick of dynamite, but you've got me to the point where I don't give a fuck! If she blows up maybe it'll be for the better."

We reached an apartment house and he drove into a stall. I got out and followed him through an entry-way, down an outside corridor to a door that opened out onto a patio. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and I went through. Marie, his wife, was sitting in a chair, her legs pulled up under her and a book on her lap. He had been right; she was a blonde beauty. She looked up, then her mouth opened into a sort of silent gasp.

"Just relax, honey," Tom said before she could say anything. He gave his spiel, and whether she liked it or not, she accepted it I had the feeling that she didn't that she was thinking ahead to the tongue-lashing she would give him once I was gone. Tom probably had the same idea, but he didn't let it bother him. "Come on, Sam, I'll show you where the shower and towels are."

He led me through the bedroom and into the bathroom, got a couple of towels out winked and left I stripped down, doing it slowly; naked, I looked at my own face in the mirror just to kill time. I tried to see it as Marie would, and even if it sounds egotistical, it seemed to me that she shouldn't feel bad. J wasn't the handsomest guy in the world, but I had a pleasant enough face, and beneath it the body that I had taken care to keep in good shape. My cock had softened, but even in its soft state it hung heavy, draped over my equally heavy-hanging balls.

"Hey," I heard Tom yell out, "if you haven't started showering yet, maybe you ought to come have your sandwich first"

"Okay," I yelled back, "I'll be right in." I crossed my fingers; in something like a prayer, I hoped for things to go right for his sake. I walked back through the bedroom and into the living room. Marie looked up again. Her eyes widened, a hand flew to her throat and she gasped audibly.

"Hey, man," Tom half-chuckled, "what're you doing?"

"Whatta you mean? I thought you said...."

"No, I mean what are you doing running around naked that way?"

"Oh. Well, I...I just never worry about clothes, y'know? I mean...well, I didn't think about it I always figure people are phonies if they make a big fuss about clothes."

"Well, it's too late now," Tom said. "You've showed yourself off and if being naked is your thing, there's no point in our making a fuss. Here's your sandwich."

He had set it on the food-bar. I moved up to the bar, giving Marie a full view of my backside. I picked up half the sandwich, turned around a little-enough so that she was getting as much of a view of the front as she might want. She seemed to Want to look away, but her eyes were directly on my cock. Tom turned back to the kitchen area to mix himself a drink, and I watched her as I felt my cock starting to move slowly down my leg, growing longer and swelling. Her eyes widened and she ran her tongue over her upper lip; she seemed to want to say something hot was completely incapable of it Her hand was still at her throat.

His drink mixed, Tom walked around the bar, moved to a chair and lowered himself into it "Jesus! he spit out "Jesus, no wonder you tike to go naked. That's a real hunk of meat you've god"

"Thomas..." Marie said sort of faintly. "Thomas, you...you shouldn't allow...."

"Ah, relax, honey. Hell, you know what a guy's cock looks like, and if Sam's comfortable, why worry about it?"

"But...but..

"Gee, Mrs. Fletcher," I said as innocently as I could, Tm sorry if I upset you getting a hard-on, but you're so pretty I couldn't help it"

"Vknow," Tom said, "I'd never thought about it before, but I think Sam might have a point!" He pushed himself to his feet "Just for die hell of it, I'm going to see what it feels like to run around naked."

Marie gasped again and made strange noises, but Tom didn't let it bother him. He stripped down, showing a good build, and he was already sporting a hard-on. He stretched, letting die muscles ripple. "Man, you're right! Man, tins feels all right!" He flopped down in his 'chair, picked up his drink. "Yessiree, all this freedom feels good! Why don't yon try it honey?"

"You're out of your mind!" she finally managed to form words. "The two of you...my God, this is . . awful!"

Tom shook his head. "Ya know, I hadn't thought about that either, but it seems to me that a normal woman would get a bang out of seeing a couple of naked males, especially one with a rod like old Sam has! And look at those balls, would you."

"Thomas Fletcher...!"

"Ah, for Chrissake, Marie, relax, will you?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with irritation. "If you want to be a cold potato be one, but don't bitch about other people. If you don't want to see our hard cocks, close your god-damned eyes!"

A moment later he said to me, "Sam, you ever been in a situation tike this before? I mean, you ever been with a man and a woman, naked like this?"

"Well...Well, yeah, I have."

"And what happened? Did she carry on like Marie is?"

"Oh, hell, no! She stripped right down, and the three of us really had some fun."

"What kind of fun?"

"Well, you know. The three of us made love together, then we...we finished it off."

"That sounds interesting," he said, sliding a hand down to grasp his own cock. "How'd you go about that, three of you?"

"Well, we did a lot of different things, but when it got down to the real end of it, she sucked on her husband's cock while I fucked her. Doggie-fashion, yknow."

"Thomas...Thomas Fletcher, you've got...you've got to stop all this. You've got to stop this kind of talk!"

Tom looked at her, his face almost expressionless, then he slowly started beating his meat and saying, "It sounds real interesting to me, it's got me hot as hell, but as long as you won't play games, I guess I don't have any choice but to do what I'm doing."

She made a sort of gurgling noise in her throat I don't know if he got some kind of message out of it or what, but Tom suddenly let loose of himself and moved quickly. He went to his knees in front of her and began rubbing her legs on the insides, moving his hands up farther and farther. He slid them down again, started them back up, and this time he got them under her dress. She strained back, but she seemed helpless. I watched him as he fingered her, as she slowly began to relax with her eyes closed, almost as if she had fainted. "Feel that, honey?" he half-whispered. "Feel how good that feels? Just think how good it would feel if the three of us..."

"No. No, please," she answered in a whisper, but it wasn't very convincing. It was the kind I had heard before that meant, "I have to say no, but please keep going. When it's over, after I've enjoyed it, I can blame you!"

I moved across and sat on the arm of her chair. I reached for one of her hands and pulled it up, laid it over my cock. She took in a sharp breath of air, but she didn't move her hand; she let it he there on my hot meat for a few seconds, then the fingers began to move. She ran her hand the full length of it, circled her fingers around it. "Oh, God...." she groaned.

Tom looked up at me and winked. We're on our way, old buddy, his gesture said. And be was right. It took another ten minutes or so, but finally, the two of us undressing her, the three of us were lying on their bed. Tom went North, kissing her on the mouth while he played with her beautiful, pear-shaped tits. I went

South, spreading her legs so that I could get between them and bend over to start using my mouth on her sweet cunt. I lapped it, licked all around it, then started my tongue through those tight gates. Getting the tip in, I sent it around in circles and she groaned; I sent a little more in, widening the circles, getting the taste and feel of those nice inner lips that were already growing moist She groaned a little more, wriggled her hips, so I stiffened it and went deep; I sloshed it around like that for a few moments, then began moving my head up and down.

There was movement above, but I didn't stop my action to find out what it was. I just kept tongue-fucking her and figured out what was happening. Marie, the cold potato, had turned hot; having a man kissing her as he played with her tits while another tongued her lovely cunt had broken down all her resistance. She was busy as hell now sucking on her husband's cock. Convinced of that I pulled my mouth away, straddled her, grasped my cock and ran it up and down her cleavage. She wanted it. She wanted it bad; she strained up off the bed, her pussy begging for it I couldn't refuse her, of course. Turning her over, I pulled her up a little, shoved my whang up between her legs. It made no difference that I had done the same thing to Liz that afternoon; this was a new pussy, a new feel, and my own feelings were all the higher because we had to break down such barriers. As I pushed my cockhead through her tight opening it felt as good as anything I'd felt in some time; it felt perhaps even better because she groaned again, still sucking on Tom's cock, as I started sending inch after inch into her. I was finally banging my belly against her buttocks with each stroke, increasing the speed of the strokes, and she was working faster on Tom's turgid whang. We were in perfect harmony, and we worked our way up to a beautiful, gasping, thrashing, three-way climax.

Marie regained her equilibrium first. She pushed herself up and without saying a word Went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Tom chuckled. "She's going to be .upset for awhile, but once she starts remembering..." He reached over, took hold of my limp cock and squeezed it "I think you did the trick for me, pal. I think you unfroze my ice-berg wife!"

We got up and went into the living room. Tom sprawled in his chair to finish his drink, I sprawled on the sofa across from him. "Honest to God, Sam, I think this is going to do the trick. Jesus, the way she went after my cock when she's always refused to touch it...the way she let you fuck her...I" He shook his head in something like disbelief.

Marie went from the bathroom straight to bed. Tom got my clothes for me and I dressed, then he drove me home. I had him stop at the corner. "Jesus, Sam, I don't know how to thank you...."

"Just have happy fucking, buddy," I told rum, as I had told the others. "Just have happy fucking!" I got out waved, and started down the block-it had been a thoroughly satisfying evening, after all.