Chapter 1
Arnie hugged his father once and then kissed his mother on the cheek. He looked at his brother and shook his hand. He kissed his little sister on the head and then he picked up his suitcases and walked towards the bus. He was leaving home and going to school.
He turned around once and waved. His mother called out, "Don't forget to write, and take care of yourself!" He got into the bus and then sat down in the seat. The seats were uncomfortable, and he was not looking forward to a four-hour drive to the Midwestern town.
He looked around him, seeing what could be seen of the other people, and wondering if there were any girls on the bus. The bus slowly became crammed with people, and to his gratification a beautiful blonde girl sat beside him.
She had long blonde hair that fell down over her jutting boobs, and she had a sweet face that looked like that of an angel. Arnie thought that he was in love with her. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know what to say.
"Nice day."
"Yes, it is. Are you going to the university, too?"
"Yes, and I hope that you are going there."
"Oh, I am, but don't try any funny business. See that big burly guy over there? He's a football captain and he also happens to be my boyfriend. So, be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself."
"But I had no intention of—"
"Be good."
Arnie put his hands in his lap. He looked out the window of the bus. He tried not to look at the girl and he tried to keep his mind off of her boobs and her body in general. She kept appearing in his mind, much to his dismay. He thought about getting up and switching seats with her boyfriend, but he didn't because he had the feeling that would create too much confusion.
Arnie thought about college, and what it was going to be like. He had only been away from home once, and that was for a summer camp, when he had been eleven. He had been lonely then, but he had the feeling that this time there would be no nostalgia.
He wondered what kinds of animals he would study in his zoology classes and what kinds of plants in his botany class. He had planned to major in biology. He wasn't sure what he would do with such a degree, but he knew that that was what he wanted to study. His mind wandered away, as the bus pulled out of the station and onto the highway.
Arnie was a good-looking boy, with dark brown wavy hair and a deep tan. He had a pug nose with a speckling of freckles. He had deep brown eyes and a disarming smile that he used on teachers and parents, when he was in trouble. He had a lean, muscular body and he was fairly tall. He had the body of a mile-runner, his legs being the best muscled part of him.
As the bus zipped down the highway he thought about many different things, and most of them were somehow associated with his first day of school. He thought of himself as being in the kindergarten class of a large school. He remembered bits of pieces of the first day that he had ever gone to school. He wailed a lot and he thought that he remembered that he kicked the principal in the shins. Other than that there wasn't much of a memory of anything.
He drifted from his memories into sleep, and soon he was running along a sandy beach with a girl holding his hand. They approached a sand dune and then they fell to the ground and kissed and fondled one another.
They rubbed their lips up and down on each other's mouths. They touched and prodded each other's bodies. They loved what they were doing, and thought that it was really something. They were making each other hotter and hotter.
The bus stopped and Arnie jerked his eyes opened. Everyone was getting off of the bus and he assumed that they had arrived at the town. He picked up his luggage and then he exited from the bus. He walked out into the fall air and took a deep breath. The air was fresh and tantalizing, and he drank it in reveling in the sweetness of it.
He went to the taxi dock at the end of the station and got a taxi.
The address of his new home was 343 Oak Street. He looked eagerly out of the window and the taxi drove him right to his house. His mother and father had planned for his stay at the boarding house. It was highly recommended and was cheaper than a dormitory.
Arnie looked around, noticing everything. He was aware of all of the different colors and textures of the things around him. He was impatient and he wanted to get to the boarding house soon.
The taxi stopped. "Here it is, kid. That's a dollar."
Arnie looked out the window and saw that there was a small slope, and then the house. It was a strange-looking house with the paint decaying from the edges, and the colors, red and green, of which it was made, were faded. The house had a spooky atmosphere, or at least seemed to have such an atmosphere.
Arnie gave the driver the fare and then he picked up his suitcases and started to walk up the slope. He walked up a series of steps, and found the luggage to be heavier than he thought. He got it up to the top and then he walked on the stoned path to the house.
The house was complete with an old porch, and he saw that it even had a swing. He looked over the door, and saw that there was a sign that announced that Mrs. Betty Owens lived there and was the main owner of the Owens' boarding house. The sign also announced that there were no more vacancies. Arnie muttered something to himself about how he was lucky to have registered this early.
He pulled on the doorbell, it was an old-fashioned type. Within a few minutes he was invited into the living room. He found Mrs. Owens to be an attractive lady. She was in her early forties. Her hair was black with swirls of grey.
She was a woman who was in good physical condition. Although Arnie did not find her sexually attractive, many men did. She had a nice set of boobs, and her hips flared nicely. She still had a nice body tone.
She was a widow, and seemed not to have any kids, or if she did they were all off somewhere. She said very little about herself, but she did have certain rules.
"Arnie Bloomdale, that's your name, right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Owens."
"Arnie, may I call you Arnie?"
"Yes sure."
"Arnie, there are certain rules that we have here. There's no smoking, drinking, pets, lewd books, loud music, or girls allowed. You may see a young woman out on the porch only. If you are ever caught in your room with a young woman, you will be in severe trouble. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good, I'll show you to your room." She took him up a long rickety flight of stairs. They walked to the back of the house, and then she showed him to a rather large room. It was as large as a medium-sized studio-loft apartment. He walked around in it, finding it fully furnished. The furniture was old and crummy, but fun, and Arnie didn't mind.
"There is only one problem with this room, Arnie, you'll have to share it with someone. He'll be here sometime this afternoon. All I know is his name, Kim Stracey."
She closed the door and left Arnie alone. He went to the large window that looked out on the back of the house, and saw the backyard. There were several trees sprinkled all over the ground. They seemed to grow in bunches. He turned from looking out of the window, and he looked into the room. The roof cut off one corner at an angle. The colors and materials used for the curtains gave the place an old-fashioned, but masculine air.
Arnie sat down on the couch, and took off his shoes. He found that the couch was very comfortable. He looked around, and saw that there was two desks, three lamps, one couch, four chairs, and a bunk bed. There were also some end tables.
Arnie got up and looked at the desk. It was a roll top one, and Arnie wondered how many students had written on the desk, and how many had stood in the same room, that he was now standing in. He walked to the window again, and looked out.
There was a knock on the door, and Arnie had to descend a small flight of stairs. He got to the door, and opened it up. He let Kim into the room. Kim pumped his hand several times, and then bounded into the room. He looked around, and then flopped on the couch. He removed his shoes, and then after all of that, he pulled a cigarette from one of his pockets.
"Want one?" asked Kim.
"No, don't you know the rules?"
"No, I don't know anything about the rules."
"Mrs. Owens didn't tell you that you weren't allowed to smoke, drink, keep pets, dirty books, and not to take girls up to your room. You didn't hear any of that?"
"Well, if I did, it just went in and out of my ears. You sure you don't want a cigarette?"
"Positive."
Kim went to the window and opened it up. He lit his cigarette and then threw his match out the window. He watched it drop on the ground. Kim took a drag of the cigarette and he flipped his butt on the window sill. He took several long drags of the cigarette.
"You a freshman?" asked Kim.
"Yes, and you?"
"Yes. Hey, what's your name?"
"Arnie."
"Arnie?"
"That's right."
"Call me, Kim." They shook hands again, and then they talked. Kim looked around the place, seeing what could be seen. He couldn't decided whether he liked the place or not.
"Old, isn't it?"
"Yes," answered Arnie.
"Hey, I've got an idea, how about a beer?"
"Well, okay."
Kim quickly put his luggage and books away and then he and Arnie went out to get a beer. They walked down the main strip of town, which wasn't very long, and found a bar.
The name of the bar was the Black Cat. They walked into the darkness, and up to the counter. A bartender came up to the bar. "What can I get you guys?"
"Two beers."
"You guys have identification?"
"Huh, just a minute," said Kim. He muddled around in his pockets and then he produced his I.D. He showed it to the barkeeper, who muttered something, and then he asked for Arnie's. Arnie had his ready. He smiled a big smile and handed his I.D. to the bartender. The bartender looked at it, and then he muttered something again and padded off to the taps. Two big frothy mugs of beer were handed across the counter. Kim picked up his mug, and then started to drain it. He drank the yellow liquid down. He gulped several times, and then he wiped his mouth, and shoved the empty beer mug across the counter. He ordered another one.
Arnie hadn't even touched his mug yet, and he picked it up and stared at the yellow contents, and then he sipped some of it. He gulped it down, and then he splashed some of it to the table. The smell of the beer drifted up to his nose.
"Arnie, you ever get any action?"
"What do you mean?"
"You ever fuck?"
"I haven't yet, have you?"
"Sure."
"What was it like, Kim?"
"Pretty good. I mean it's the thing you can do, to get that old dick of yours in her muff and start grinding it in. Yeah, it's really good."
"Tell me everything."
"Okay. The first chick I ever balled was called Milly. Milly was a little slut, but what the fuck, right? You got to start low, and work your way up. She was the high school whore. She was a little chick, but she sure did know her business. I'll say that much for her. "She had a cute little face, no great beauty, but cute and kind of pretty. She had red hair, bright red hair and blue eyes. Her tits were her big asset, everyone loved her because of them. The girls were her friends, especially the flat ones because they thought she had some great secret. She didn't of course, but they thought she did, and so they were following her around all the time.
"Anyway, I had a car, which was pretty cool, because a lot of the kids didn't have a car, and I was somewhat of a hot shit. I was always running around town, chasing girls, and usually winning because I had a car. Milly was at my friend's house. She was looking as cute as ever. I had heard lots of rumors about her. About how easily she spread her legs. I was pretty horny that day, and I thought it would be worth the try. I went over to her, and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride in my car. She looked up at me, and just giggled.
"We went out to my car, and she got into the front seat. She sat real close to me, and she put her hand on my thigh. That made me feel pretty good. We were riding along and she kept running her hand up and down my leg. I was feeling pretty good, the more that she rubbed my thigh.
"We pulled into a little place I knew about where we could be alone and started making out with her. She kissed me on the mouth, and I could feel the urgency in her kiss. She wanted it and I knew by the way she kept feeding me her tongue, in and out of my mouth, I can still feel it.
"I allowed her tongue to slip past my lips and I encouraged her by sucking gently on her swirling tongue. My hand moved slowly up over her breasts massaging them slowly, in even circles.
"She bit me playfully on the lower lip and then she rubbed her lips over my cheeks. I was really horny by this time and I felt my cock stiff as a rock in my pants. She kissed me several more times, and then she started to work her hand over my cock. She put her hand on it, and squeezed my nuts. I was panting as she worked her hand up and down on it.
Kim stopped for a moment, and he drank some more of his beer. He tapped a cigarette out on the bar and then he put one of the cigarettes into his mouth. He lit the end of it, and then took a long drag from the cigarette.
He puffed the smoke out of his mouth, and then he resumed his story. "Where was I?" he asked.
"Milly was kissing you and playing with your leg."
"Oh, yeah. Well, she kept doing that, and then she put it on my crotch, and she squeezed my nuts. She moved her fingers over my cock. I thought that it was really great. I was heaving and panting as she worked her fingers up and down on my penis. I was still clothed, but the rubbing was getting to my cock and balls, I was beginning to ache.
"I kissed Milly on the mouth, and then I started to wrap my fingers around her tits. I pulled on her tits some more, and then I kissed her on the mouth. I moved my hands up and down on her breasts, and she sighed.
"I unbuttoned her blouse, and then I held her breast in my hand, after pulling off the blouse. She gasped as I worked it up and down in my hand. I pulled on the nipples with my fingers, and she was groaning and whimpering as I worked over them.
"I kissed them, bringing my mouth down on her soft sexy skin, I sucked on them, and licked them. She heaved them out, and I licked on them some more. She was breathing heavier and heavier, and she kept grasping my wang. I was very turned on by her attention.
"She kissed me several times, working her tongue into my mouth again. I was feeling myself getting hotter and hotter and I wanted to fuck her so badly. I rubbed her tits some more, and then I asked her if she wanted to go to the back seat.
"She nodded that she did, and we went back there. I was really surprised. I had asked girls before, but they never went back there. I even had one of those coins that pops the question about sex. I think I can recall it, something about going home by walking if she didn't want to put out. I can't remember exactly, but it didn't work. I was really amazed when Milly said she wanted to go to the back seat.
"We got into the back seat, and she pulled my shirt off. She started kissing me on the chest, and she made me very hot. She kissed me on the tits, and pulled my nipples into her mouth. Milly worked her mouth up and down on my chest, and her tongue flicked out and got my chest. I was feeling pretty hot, and I wanted to get her cunt. I was feeling really good."
"What happened then?" asked Arnie, who was beginning to get aroused. He had never had a girl, and he thought that it would really be a great thing to fuck. He wanted to fuck real bad, but he had just never really had the chance. Once he had the chance he would have done it easily.
He had had one chance, but he wasn't even aware of it until after the girl had gone home, only then had he been aware of the fact that he could have fucked her.
Arnie now asked Kim to continue his story. Arnie was fascinated and he wanted to hear every detail of the sex act. Kim took another drag off of his cigarette and another sip of beer, and then went on with his story.
"We were both nude from the waist up, and we started rubbing our chests together. Her nice high boobs were making me hotter and hotter as she rubbed them onto my chest. I was feeling myself getting so aroused that I didn't think I could stand it. I was working myself up feeling my cock get stiffer and stiffer.
"I ran my hand down to Milly's crotch, and I put my hand on her crotch. She thrust her cunt out as I worked my finger up and down on it. She seemed to like what I was doing to her, and I worked my hand on her some more. I kissed her several times, and then I worked my fingers into her cunt.
"She was panting harder and harder, and she helped me to undress. She pulled my zipper down, and then she fondled my cock. I was gasping as she worked her hand up and down on my peter. I was very aroused by what was happening, and I thought that I was going to explode.
"She moved her fingers up and down on my prick. I was feeling her crotch, but I didn't have my fingers into her cunt yet. I had to get the rest of her clothes off. I finally got her to strip, and then I put my hand on her cunt. I worked my hand over the cunny.
"I put one finger into her cunt hole. I moved the finger up and down, and she was gasping and tossing her body up, as I worked my hands over her. I was kissing her, and making her feel good. She was dripping with sweat, and she kept thrusting her beaver up. I loved the way that she felt, so smooth and sexy. I kissed her several more times, and then I worked my finger into her cunt some more. I was moving my finger in and out of her quim as quickly as possible.
"Milly was moving her hand up and down on my cock. I thought that I was going to come, because I was trembling terribly and my cock was throbbing. I couldn't stand the ache from nearly coming, so I pushed her hand away from my tool.
"I kissed her several times more, and worked my finger in and out of her cunt. She was writhing and thrusting her body up and down. It was as if she really liked what I was doing for her. I ground my finger into her a few more times, and then she started to come. She drenched my fingers with her juice, and I was hearing her scream. She spasmed several times and then she went limp.
"I waited for her to do something, and after a few minutes she started pulling on my cock. I kissed her on the tits a few times, and I was mouthing them. I had my mouth all over her tits, and she was screaming with lust. She wanted to have her cunt fucked, and I was ready to do the job. She started begging me to fuck her. I fucked her with no qualms at all.
"I climbed on top of her, and I stuck my tool into her soft quim. She thrusted it out, and I ground my groin into her. I worked my cock up and down in her cunt. I slid my tool into her body, and she was writhing with lust as I did. I worked myself into her quickly. I loved the way she was moving. She had such soft sensual skin. Man, it was really something.
"I gripped her ass, so that I could keep up with her. She was really wild with lust. She was thrusting her beaver out, and making me work. I was on top of her and moving my cock in and out of her softness.
"She was rubbing her body against mine, and making me hotter. I was eager to come, but I didn't want to spoil her fun. I thought it would be better if I fucked her, and let her have her pleasure than if I just got my rocks off, and quit. I had it figured out, that the more pleasure I could give her, the better chances I had of coming back and fucking her some more.
"We were working pretty fast now. I was drilling her hole out, as if I was in search of some kind of oil. She undulated her body against me, and I gripped her ass, and dug into her.
"She screamed and thrust her ass against me. I was really working her hard, to try and get her to come. She was doing every sex number she could think of in the book. She was going fast and then she would go slow.
"She would rub her cunt against me in a certain way. She had her pussy all over me. I pulled my cock out of her at one point, and she rubbed her cunt all over my chest and legs. I was gasping and panting, with every movement of my body.
"Finally, Milly came. She shook and spasmed, as if her body was in the throes of something terrible. She was shaking all over, and I kissed her on the face to try and ease the orgasm for her. Her face was a contortion of ecstasy.
"I turned my attention to her cunt, and pumped her some more. I was working my thing into her as quickly as possible. I liked the way she was feeling under my body, and I wanted to savor that for a few minutes more. I worked my thing into her, and then I came. I was writhing and spasming as I came. My body shook several times, and then I emptied my wad into her body."
"That's all?" asked Arnie, nearly exhausted by the detailing.
"Yeah, that's all. It was really good. I should tell you something about fucking. It takes a chick longer to come than a guy. The best thing to do is to keep on pumping even though you've come. That way you might get her to come. You might not, but that's just in case.
"The other thing is not to get the wrong hole. You've got three of them to work with, only one is the cunt hole. You got to remember that. I had a friend who was fucking this girl in her piss hole, and neither she nor he knew that what they were doing was wrong."
Arnie was taking all these notes down in his head. He wanted to make sure that when he got his first girl that he didn't muff it up. He had a great fear of fucking things up, and one of the last things that he wanted to fuck up was fucking.
"You've never had any nooky, huh?"
"Nope, Kim, never."
"Why don't we get some?"
"Right now?"
"Right now, Arnie." They finished their beers and then walked out of the pub. They walked down the street looking for girls to pick up. Arnie was a little nervous and didn't know what to do. He looked up and down the street. It was still light, and he guessed that there would be at least another two or three hours of day left.
A girl went passed. She looked at Kim, who was a very attractive looking boy. He was tall, with the same kind of build. His hair was a light brown, nearly blond, and his face was gaunt and artistic looking. She smiled as she passed him, and then she looked at Arnie.
She didn't stop, but kept on going. Kim made no attempt to stop her, and walked on some more. "What about that one?" asked Arnie.
"Oh, she was all right, but nothing really." Arnie had thought her very stunning. They kept walking, and started to cut through the campus. Not too far from them were two girls. Kim looked at them, and nodded his head at Arnie. Arnie looked at them, and he thought they were really beautiful. "Let me handle this, Arnie."
The two boys walked up to the girls. Arnie smiled and then Kim said, "Good evening. Are you ladies unescorted?" One of the girls who had a large set of knockers smiled at Kim, and answered, "No, we aren't escorted as you put it. Would you like to show us around?"
"Yes. My name is Kim and this is Arnie."
"Well, I'm Penny," said the big-bosomed girl. She went on, "and this is Pam." Both of the girls were quite attractive. Penny had big tits and long red hair, Pam had short black hair and firm, but not large tits. Pam's body was well built with a flat tummy and softly flared hips. Pam was the shorter of the two.
Pam paired herself up with Arnie who she thought was cute. Penny found Kim to be artistic looking. The foursome started to walk. All four of the students were freshmen and they got a thrill out of walking around the campus exploring the various buildings.
They walked off campus and were coming close to the boarding house. Kim thought it would be a good idea to look around, and he took the three with him as they explored the back yard. The four of them ended up in back of the house in the bushes. Pam said she was tired and she sat down on the grass. Arnie sat down beside her. She sat very close to him and they touched their thighs together.
Arnie felt a shiver go up his body. He wondered if he would get a chance to fuck the girl. He liked Pam, and thought that she was very sexy. Kim was enticed by the beauty of Penny.
Nothing happened for several minutes and then Penny and Kim started kissing. Pam and Arnie saw what they were doing and they started kissing too. They were rubbing their lips together, and Pam got bold and slipped her tongue into Arnie's mouth.
Arnie murmured something and then he pulled on Pam's tongue. She liked what he had done for her, and she put her hand on his chest. She rubbed her hand up and down on his chest, and he started to pant. They were getting hot, but they still had a long way to go before they were fucking.
Pam and Arnie started touching each other and kissing some more. They frenched as much as they could, and finally they ended up on the grass. Their bodies were together, and they were dry humping. Arnie rubbed his cock up against her crotch and Pam thrust her cunny out.
She kissed him on the mouth, and darted her tongue out at him. He was aroused by the presence of her tongue, and he put his hand on her breast. She panted as he worked his hand up and down on her breast. He touched her there and she was getting very aroused.
Pam could feel her cunt start to cream, and she knew that she wanted to fuck. Her body was getting hotter and hotter. Pam was by no means a virgin, and she was eager to have his cock in her cunt. They were kissing each other more now, and she suddenly unzipped his pants and searched for his schlong. His dork plopped into her hand.
Within a matter of minutes they were fucking. Pam was nude and lying on her back as Arnie mounted her. He remembered his lesson, and tried to find the right hole. Pam guided his cock into the correct orifice, and within a matter of seconds they were happily balling.
Arnie drove his thing into her as hard as he could. She felt very good, very smooth and soft, and he wanted to make her come.
At the same time Kim was fucking Penny. Kim drove his organ into her pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him to her. They were working faster and faster until Penny started to come. She gasped several times and then moaned. Kim shot his wad into her hungry muff.
Arnie worked his body on to Pam's as fast as he could. She rubbed her boobs into his chest, and then he could feel her coming. Her cunt muscles grabbed his meat and pulled on it spasmodically. Soon after he had come. The first day of his new life had taught him quite a lot.