Chapter 9

It's funny how things sometimes come to you all of a sudden. Maybe it's like they say, you sometimes can't see the forest for the trees, then all of a sudden you do.

Anyway, I spent the afternoon-or what was left of it-sprawled on my bed studying. The old lady got back from her card game, looked in on me and then went to the kitchen. I could hear her banging around and getting dinner ready. I heard the old man come home, they mumbled something, then he went into the John to clean up. I rolled over on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I thought about Tom Fletcher again, what he had said the night before. "Oh, to be young again...and free. Well, at least free."

I thought about my old man. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was about six foot one, broad shouldered, tapered hips, and the work he did really kept him in shape. He had a pleasant face-like me, he wasn't handsome, but he could get by. I wondered if he ever felt like Tom did, especially because, as I said earlier, I was convinced that my old lady was a real dud in the sex department I wondered, too, because I had accidentally banged into the John a couple of times when my old man was just getting out of the shower and I knew that he was well-hung. As a matter-of-fact, I sort of had the idea that I had inherited my own more than ample whang from him

Anyway, I got to dunking about it If he had all that equipment and the old lady wouldn't let him use it right then no wonder he was so quiet and lifeless around the house that he seemed almost like just another piece of furniture. Hell, he wasn't really living, he was just existing!

I carried it further. If he could get happier, then maybe he could talk her into it Maybe our whole family life would change, we wouldn't be three people living in the same house for convenience but three people who were happy and enjoyed each other. It all added up to the fact that I was beginning to wonder if maybe I shouldn't do a little trouble-shooting in my own house!

I guess I wanted to double-check, because I pushed myself up and headed for the John-hoping that the timing was right The old man hollered, "Come in," and I did, and the timing was right. He had just stepped out of the shower and was drying himself. "Sorry, dad, but I've got to take a leak."

"Go ahead," he said, and I moved across to the urinal and hauled my old whang out. I had been right His balls hung down like a bull's, his cock was a good six inches long soft, as big around as a half-dollar. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd get even bigger than me once he was hard. Jesus, I thought how could the only lady not want to play games with a tube-steak like that!

It's a good thing he wasn't paying much attention, because the best I could get was a little trickle, then I flushed the John and put myself away. Turning back, I took another look, and I decided that, by God, I was going to do something about it! Charity begins at home, the old saying goes.

The old lady called us to dinner a few minutes later. It was a typical meal. The food was nothing imagine, but it was good-but the important thing was the way it went. We ate, that was all there was to it. We were three people sitting at the same table, speaking only when necessary. I went back to my room more than ever convinced that I was going to get the atmosphere changed. I was going to prove with my own parents that those who are happy in their fucking are happy in the rest of their lives! It might take a little time, a lot of shenanigans, but I'd do it or else.

I tried to concentrate on my studies again, but it was hopeless. I laid on my back and tried to figure it out My old man was thirty-six years old. He had signed up for the service when he was eighteen, married my mother, who had been his girlfriend through high school, and planted his seed before leaving for camp. I was three years old when he got back to stay. From things that had been said, it seemed safe to believe that he had been a sort of romantic-one of those guys who confined his fucking to the girl he thought he loved. Back home as a civilian, older, that love might not have been so "glowish," but he had probably continued with his faithfulness. They were just that kind of people, both of them. They might have made a ass deal, but they'd stick it out. Hell, I told myself, if he got any on the side he wouldn't be so quiet so half-alive. It would have showed.

I've already described my old lady. She had all the symptoms of one of those women who lie on their back once a week and let their husbands do it. Hell, it was the same with her; if she had been getting any pleasure out of that big hunk of meat of his it would have showed. Conversely, it seemed to me, the fact that it didn't show indicated that she wasn't

I figured that they really proved my theory. Sex isn't just having fun in bed; it carries over. It shows in your daily life. To paraphrase one of the great philosophers (I don't remember which one or exactly what he said!), "Show me the woman who is happy and I'll show you a woman who's getting fucked and knows how to enjoy it!" That works for a man, too.

I mulled it over. I figured that it wouldn't take a lot of effort with him; it shouldn't be hard at all to get him into the Nordham's recreation room with someone like Arlene Lowden, a girl with a beautiful body and pussy and who knew how to use it She'd show him the joys of first class fucking, leave him satisfied, and he would have had that pleasure. But that wouldn't be enough. There would be nothing there that he could or would bring home. That meant of course, that in order for it to be successful something would have to happen to the old lady, too. That was the problem, and that would be the answer. I had to somehow figure out some way to get the old lady interested in and able to enjoy the mattress sports.

I stared up at the ceiling awhile longer, then decided that the best thing to do was to forget about it for awhile. I would come back to it later with a fresh start and maybe come up with some answers, figure out what to do.

Meanwhile, back to the studies! Assignment: "Write a 500 word essay on Jeffersonian Democracy."

Shit! From what I had heard or read some place, I'd a hell of a lot rather write five-hundred words on how Jefferson and some of the other guys like him fucked their slaves. That not being acceptable, I went to work on the other. It was the kind of thing that you could bull-shit your way through.

I had just finished up with Jefferson and start tackling some math problems when there were noises from the living room. A couple of seconds later there were footsteps in the hall, a knock on my door. "Come in," I yelled out.

The door opened and Frank Jorgenson stepped in. He nodded and closed the door behind him. He looked a little flushed, maybe even a little embarrassed. I was surprised to see him, of course, because we had never really been friends-we just knew each other at school. "What's up, old buddy?"

He smiled. "I wanted to tell you, Sammy..." He blushed clear to the roots of his hair, then blurted it out as if that was the only way he was going to get it out "I went all the way with Liz this afternoon. Man, I stayed hard and really poured it to her. Then this evening...well...I went after the neighbor girl, and it worked again!"

"That's great, Frankie. Tm glad to hear that" He shrugged his shoulders and looked a little uncomfortable. "Well, I guess...I guess I just wanted to tell you, and to...to thank you. Jesus, Sammy, you have no idea...."

"Oh, yes, I do," I laughed, and I rubbed my own cock to give it emphasis. "You don't need to thank me either, old buddy. Just go out and have happy fucking!"

"Man," he half-exulted, "you don't have to worry about that! I've got a lot of time to make up for." He turned serious, crossed over and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at his almost too pretty face as he looked down at my books. Finally, without raising his eyes, he said, "You don't know how important this was to me, Sam. I...I didn't tell you, but what had happened...Well, when I couldn't get anywhere with girls...well beating your own meat...Well, there's this young guy lives in our block. An older guy, but a nice guy. I was...I was letting bun swing on me, and...well, the truth is," and he looked up now, "I think you not only helped me learn to fuck, you kept me from turning queer. I was beginning to...."

He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. I reached out and squeezed his leg. "Well, like I said, go out and have happy fucking, Frankie!"

He nodded his head, face still serious. A couple of moments later he got up. "Well, thanks again..." He crossed over and went out, closing the door behind him.

I stuck my pencil in the math book and closed it, rolled over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. "There, I told you," I whispered to the world at large! I reached down and rubbed my cock, fingered my balls. I added them up. Jerry, Dave Garland, Ellen Drew and her big-cocked little brother, Tom Fletcher and his thawed out Marie, and now Frank Jorgenson. Not a bad batting average. Not bad at all. Still to go on the immediate horizon, Sue Williams and my own parents.

It was Friday. Walking to school, I told myself that it had been a busy enough week that I'd coast along. I'd work on the Sue Williams thing but let everything (or everybody!) else go for the week-end. Hell, even a trouble-shooter who was enjoying what he was doing ought to have a day or two off now and then!

It was a good idea, but when I got to home-room the teacher had a note for me. "Call Tom Fletcher, 434-7781. Important," the note read. I showed it to the teacher, got excused and headed for the main office. The big-titted Senior didn't hold me up once she saw the message on official school paper; she let me go right into the private office. I dialed and got hold of Tom. "Sorry to have to track yon down this way, Sam, but

It seemed that Marie was caught in a no-man's land. She had tearfully admitted to him that she had enjoyed the activity on the mattress, but she was convinced that it had been wrong and vowed that she would do nothing more than let him fuck her-in other words, revert to the past "What I thought" Tom said. "Well, look. I could take some time off this afternoon. I could pick you up at school. I think it was that big cock of yours that did the trick, along with your easy way of going about sex. Maybe if we went back to the apartment...."

How could I say no? I mean, after all, the guy needed help-and it was obvious that my healing processes hadn't been lasting. It was my responsibility to follow through; a doctor couldn't desert his patient before he (or she, in this case) was fully cured. I agreed to meet Tom in front of the school.

While I was there I dialed Liz's number. I described Sue Williams to her. "So what I figured," I told her, "is that if you'd call the school, get hold of Sue, and then hire her to do some housework tomorrow, well then

Ted and you would know what to do. I'll meander over, yltnow, and see if I can help out"

Liz agreed readily. There was nothing greedy about her; she would let Ted in on the fun of bringing out the younger generation! I want back to class pleased with myself again, confident that everything was A-OK.

In mid-morning I bumped into Jenny in the hallway. She stopped me, and I had an idea of what she might be going to say. I didn't want to hear it so I took Liz's advice. "Look, Jenny, if you want we can meet in the John half-way through the period."

She seemed to argue with herself for a second, but if she had decided that cutting me off might do the trick her own desires negated that "All right" she half-whispered.

I thought about it during the first half of the period, and I decided to give her a surprise and a treat When she joined me in the last booth I was in my usual position, pants down around my ankles, but before she could go to her knees I grabbed her by the hips. Rubbing her legs and buttocks, I ground my face against her pussy; I ran my hands down, and when I moved them back up I carried her skirts with them. She seemed to get the message; she held her skirt I pulled down her panties, and I went right after that beautiful snatch of hers. I tongued it lovingly, then inserted about an inch of tongue and started running it around in circles, thrilling that sweet inner-lipped lining and spreading her wider and wider. I knew it was getting to her, because she grasped my head in both hands and leaned forward, giving out soft little groans. I sent my tongue deeper, still in circles, and finally stiffened it and began giving her a slow, easy tongue-fucking. She took it as long as she could, then she grasped my head tighter and began working her own hips; I could quit moving my head now, because she was fucking herself off on my stiff tongue. She did. She kept going until she let out little cries of pleasure, and I tasted her sweet orgasm. "Oh, jesus, Sam!" she gasped out, "Oh, fuck!" and she fell forward She pressed her hands against the wall, but she had me pinned to h for a moment She gave a couple of more fuck motions, then pulled away.

I ran my hands up and down the inner parts of her legs, squeezed her pussy. "like it?"

"Oh, it was good, good! You've not only got the best cock in school, you've got the best educated tongue!"

I laughed and pushed her up. "Well, come on, sweetie, we've got to get to class."

She pulled away, reached down and grabbed my swollen cock. "Don't you want me to do it to you, Sammie?"

"Sure, I want you to, but there isn't time." Hell, I could go without; there were going to be plenty of fun and games later in the afternoon. "Come on, baby, get straightened up so we can go back to class."

Tom was waiting in front of the school when I went out that afternoon. He smiled as I got in beside him. "I really appreciate this, y'know? I thought...well, we got off to a really good start, I was really looking forward to a decent life."

I laughed. I could see that he already had a hard-on. "Well, let's just insure that this afternoon, okay?"

As we were moving along in traffic I said, "Hey, Tom, you know that young couple I was telling you about? Well, I talked to Liz, and she thinks it'd help if the four of vou got together. Why don't we get Marie thawed out again, then you let me send Liz and Ted over to your place tomorrow night?"

He looked over at me, then stared out through the windshield. I could imagine what he was thinking, so I said, "They'll know what to do, you don't need to worry. They'll have the four of you playing bedroom games before Marie even knows what's going!"

"Well...well, I guess it's worth a try."

We reached the apartment Marie, a beautifully stacked woman, was dressed in capris and a long-tailed shirt with the tail out She had been house-cleaning, so she had a bandana tied around her head. When she saw me she froze, but Tom beat her to the draw. "Honey, just relax. We're not asking you to do anything, but I've decided that I'm going to start enjoying at least part of life. Sammie's taught me a few things, he's going to teach me more. You keep on with your work if you want but he and I are going to strip down, have a drink, and he's going to give me a briefing."

She kept working, slower, in the kitchen, and he and I did just that We stripped down, he mixed us drinks and we sprawled in the living-room. He was, like I said, already hard-cocked. He started it and we went into a conversation-one that Marie couldn't help but overhear-that was heavy on sex. It was heavy enough that before long my own cock had swelled to full proportions. "Christ" Tom said, "that is one hell of a hunk of meat you've got! No wonder the girls all go for it" With that he pushed himself to his feet picked up our glasses and went to the kitchen. He didn't mix drinks. He went up behind Marie, pressed his cock against her, reached around and rubbed her tits through the shirt His hand moved down and fondled her pussy through the capris. "Honey," he half-pleaded, "why don't you let yourself go? Why don't you come join us?"

He did it skillfully. He got her shirt unbuttoned so that he could fondle her tits a little better-and more effectively because she hadn't been wearing a bra under it He palmed her cunt and massaged it gently, all the while grinding his hard cock against her rear-end. She melted again, going into a sort of half-trance again, and he led her into the living-room. Right in the middle of the floor he slowly undressed her, and I watched her beautiful body come into view. Man, her tits were lovely, the nipples already hard; she had curves in all the right places. Her mounded pussy would have made any guy's mouth water.

Tom led her over, gently pushed her to her knees, and I reached out for her. I took hold of her head gently, pressed it down against my hard cock. I felt her cheek, her lips, but she still wasn't ready to take it Tom, meanwhile, had gone to his knees.

He reached under her from behind and started playing with her pussy, fondling it sticking a finger in it finger-fucking her.

Finally she groaned a little, and I felt her hand creep up my leg. It reached the base of my cock, held it and her lips opened over my cock head. Her tongue came out, circled it then she moved down, taking more of the shaft into her mouth. I held her head and slid off the chair and onto the floor, getting her body into a better position for Tom

He had learned quickly watching me. He went up behind her, ran his cockhead up and down, positioned it and slowly started working it in and out of her. I knew that she was getting the feel, because she started working more seriously on my rod. "Suck it, baby, suck it," I half-whispered, and reached for her tits. I took one in each hand and gave them a gentle but thorough working over, tweaking the hard nipples every now and then to give an added thrill. Tom, meanwhile, was giving her a royal doggie-fashion fucking from behind, getting full pleasure out of it himself by using long, slow motions.

It would have been easy-and pleasurable-to let it go on like that We would have worked our way up to another climax. But we had done that the night before and satisfying as it had been, the results hadn't lasted. Wanting them to last this time, as I felt my own cock responding and heard Tom beginning to breathe a little harder I pulled us to a stop. "Let's go in on the bed," I said, and we did-Marie following along in still a sort of half-trance. We laid on the bed with her in the middle, and Tom and I started in on some body-play. Before long she couldn't help herself; she was kissing first one of us and then the other, sending her tongue into our mouths, and stroking a cock with each hand as we switched off from pussy to tits. He'd play with one while I played with the other, then we'd change places. She was getting a royal working over, and she was responding; she began writhing, especially when one of us would get a finger up her pussy, and I figured that the time was right "Which do you want, honey?" I asked her. "You want to suck on me or Tom? Which one of us you want to fuck you?"

"Both!" she gasped. "I want you both to fuck me, I want to suck on you both!"

I laughed, but I did some quick thinking. Tom had said that she had refused to suck him off before; a second go at that should be pleasurable. At the same time, he could do the fucking when I was gone. The decision reached, I pushed myself up and moved into position. I turned her over, pulled her hips up a little, ran my hot, hard cock up and down her pussy. She groaned and went for Tom's cock with her mouth, and away we went This time we kept going, her mouthing his rod lustily as she played with his balls, me giving her all I had with every stroke, and we worked our way up to another frenzied, three-way orgasm.

I pushed it further. After we had half-recuperated, I insisted that the three of us shower together. It was crowded, but it was fun, and it seemed to help all the more. When we finally stepped out Tom hard-cocked again, Marie was relaxed. Drying, she shook her head. "I...I hate to admit it but. . . "

Tom playfully ran his cock up and down her pussy. "But what honey?" he asked.

"Well, I...I've been wrong. I...I feel alive!"

"Beautiful!" Tom cried out

I wasn't about to spoil it for them, not with him still hard-cocked and her in that kind of a mood. I led them back to the bed with words; as I started dressing they started at it I took a last look, watching Marie, on top, riding his dong, then smiled and left the apartment