Chapter 10
GROUP GROPE
"Scotch and soda all the way around," Tony Mondor beamed, handing first Lisa her drink, then one to Junior. "What should we drink to?" he asked, holding up his drink to toast his two guests seated on his couch. "Who'll make an offer," he tilted his head sheepishly sideway, measuring approximately a foot of empty space between Junior and Lisa on the couch. He'd have to bridge that space, he convinced himself-one way or another.
"I have a suggestion," Lisa countered with a lewd smile beamed directly at and only for Tony. "Let's drink to the constant search."
"The search for what?" Junior asked, turning slightly toward her, seemingly starting to relax for the first time since Tony had invited them both up to his office for a drink. "Anything in particular?" he asked, already interested in what made other people tick.
"What are we searching for?" Tony asked, now perched on the side of his desk, directly before his seated guests.
"Thrills," Lisa announced, lifting her glass on high. "Newness in life-thrills...."
"I'll drink to that," Tony replied.
"Cheers," Junior chimed in, not too certain where this encounter might be going. Taking a sip of his drink, he was beginning to wonder about Tony's flimsy excuse for getting him there. Something or another about supervising the inventory after the Fall rush-a rush that had not even started.
"Anything special you'd like to drink to, Junior?" Tony smiled, and to himself he added: like getting your first piece of ass.
"I'll go along with Lisa's toast," he shrugged. "Though we sometimes hate to admit it, we're all in search of thrills, in one way or another."
"I'll go along with that," Tony sipped his drink, experiencing the strangest sensation that two sets of eyes from that couch were fixed in the general vicinity of the crotch. Hiding behind his drink, he studied the pair, still at least a foot of space between them. That feeling that both of their eyes were trained on his crotch, maybe that made the foot of space between them more like a million miles. Bridge the gap, he thought, and don't take too long about it or it just won't happen.
Leave them alone ... he mused, wondering if he could find some excuse that he would have to leave for a while. Maybe he could ask them to wait for an "important phone call," until he returned. He shrugged negatively within himself, certain this ploy wouldn't work. And, somehow, he couldn't quite imagine Junior working up to the point of working his hands over to Lisa's waiting anatomy. Lisa might, he thought, once she got going. She was a real ball of fire-but someone had to toss the match under her to set her in motion. Tony felt reasonably certain of that, and he was the one person who could do it. Those two pair of eyes, they were both darting a steady stream of glances at his crotch area. He widened his stance, accentuating the bulge at the V of his trousers.
Testing time, he told himself, ever so casually running hand down his thigh, sneaking it once or twice on the slowly rising hill of cock and balls. Both of them he caught for certain, those little gasping sounds at the sight they seemed to be enjoying so much. Hold back on the testing, he told himself, certain that after a few more "innocent rubs" the rising hill of crotch would soon be a throbbing mountain.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Tony?" Junior asked. "Somehow, it sounded urgent-"
"Oh, hell no," Tony waved him off. "Just some special work I wanted you to help me out with on your next intersession."
"What's it all about-"
"Hey-hey," Tony abruptly cut in. "We have a lady present," he gestured warmly toward Lisa, as though emphasizing her curvy qualities. "Let's not spoil such a pleasant get-together with business talk. Besides, we just drank to thrills. Now this meeting should be open to a discussion of potential thrills."
"Some thrills are very private," Junior countered, thinking of that certain sense of exhilaration he was getting out of being with the wife of the man who had made such wild gay-love to him the night before. "I mean-" he went on, realizing that both Lisa and Tony were waiting for him to widen the scope of his statement. "A thrill could come about because of something one person alone possesses-the knowledge of something-and once he shares it, the thrill is gone."
"You're talking over my head," Lisa replied, taking another sip of her drink.
"And such a beautiful head," Tony stressed. "Junior, don't you think so? Or are you too young to appreciate such beauty?"
"She is beautiful," Junior nervously replied, "And I'm not too young to appreciate it," he added, trying to sound worldly, suddenly frightened that they might instantly realize the fact that he had never been to bed with a girl. "She-she's very beautiful," he added, looking downward.
"Well, thank you, Junior," Lisa replied, swinging her knees toward him, bridging at least half of the one foot distance. "You're a very handsome young man, and a woman my age-likes to hear compliments."
"You're not that old," Junior flustered. "What I mean is ... you look so young."
"I know what you mean," she smiled warmly, placing her free hand on his wrist.
Junior looked into her eyes for the first time, suddenly frightened by the relationship this woman most obviously had to one degree or another with the man who had done all those things to him last night.
"My daddy-lover..." he had subconsciously called John Pilsner at the height of their gay lovemaking. He had repeated it a number of times, now realizing that he had never been able to really get close to his father. Somehow, Junior sensed that the old man always used emissaries whenever he wanted to talk to him. like Tony ... the call ... it had something to do with his father; of this, he was reasonably certain.
"Lets have another drink," Tony announced, realizing that he had to get the party into high gear before long, before one of them might chicken out. "While we explore the various avenues in search of thrills."
What would you suggest?" Lisa slyly asked, her gaze now going from Tony to Junior. Junior, she thought, still had that fantastically great young quality, but was beyond the "mere boy" stage, such as she had been experiencing with Timmy, Andy and only today with Roy. "You seem to be something of an expert on thrills, Tony."
"A mere amateur," he shrugged his modesty, while pouring three more drinks. "But I will admit to having given it some thoughts."
"Can drinking be considered a thrill?" Junior asked, watching Tony hand them their drinks, his eyes strangely going from Tony's crotch area to those lush mounds Lisa possessed.
"I'd say that drinking is most often an additive to spur a person on to seeking new thrills."
"Would you mind explaining that?" Lisa slyly asked.
"I don't dare-" he tightlipped, making a point of gulping his drink. "But I will make a rather general list of potential thrills."
"By all means." Lisa leaned forward, the second drink starting to loosen her up. "Let's hear what you've got to say," she added, purposely wetting her lips, darting a quick glance at Tony's crotch area, and then a more thorough one over at Junior's mystery-area.
"Well," Tony started, leaning backward on the edge of his desk, accentuating the wide stance of his legs. "Committing a crime might be considered a thrill."
"That's not the prime element-" Junior started to contradict Tony.
"It sure as hell is, if that's why the person sets out to commit the act."
"Any specific type of crime?" Lisa asked, knowing only too well that certain types of stealing were most decidedly in that category.
"Anything and everything," Tony shrugged, trying to avoid the specific mention of kleptomania. "Hell, even murder might be committed for the sole purpose of experiencing a thrill."
"How about drugs?" Junior asked, suddenly curious if the slightly older generation of Tony and Lisa might enjoy smoking pot as much as he did. "Would you consider the use of drugs as a means of obtaining thrills?"
"That's the big mistake most young people make," Tony quickly countered. "They take drugs-as the thrill. But in reality, taking drugs is pretty much the same route as drinking booze. It's not the thrill itself-it's the courage people seem to need to move out into the adventure arena in search of new thrills."
"Well, Tony," Lisa smiled, suddenly feeling very much at ease as she downed the remainder of her second scotch and soda, "I don't feel like murdering anyone-just for the thrill of it. So what else is left?" she asked, smiling broadly, knowing only too well what remained in the realm of thrills.
"The greatest thrill of all times," Tony proclaimed, gesturing broadly with his arms. "From the very beginning of time. Sex! Pure and simple-sex!"
"That's usually a private matter," Junior countered, a fear of his manhood starting to engulf him.
"It shouldn't be," Tony shot back. "It should be ever so beautifully above-board. What I mean is, we are forever going around with hidden desires-when we could honestly act them out with one another." Tony pushed the issue, wanting to get his show on the road as soon as possible.
"You're losing me," Junior shrugged.
"To give you but one example-people have such dreadful hang-ups about nudity. Why, it's the greatest feeling ever to be free of one's clothing."
"When you're alone," Junior replied, "or with someone special, you know, making love."
"I don't know about that," Lisa found herself saying, a sense of liberation coming over her, seemingly taking Tony's side of the issue. "I think it might be a thrill in itself for friends to suddenly decide to take their clothes off, whenever they felt like it."
"But what if someone in the group might be squeamish about taking his clothes off?"
Junior wanted to know.
"Then he should have the right to keep his clothes on," Tony shrugged, sensing by how uneasily Junior was shifting about that he was reaching him. "If he didn't dig seeing the other people in the nude-if that wasn't the kick he was after-then he should have the right to walk out on it." Tony stopped long enough to take a sip of his drink. "But at no time should that person have the right to impose his will on the others who want to suddenly discard their clothing!"
"I'll drink M. that," Lisa proclaimed, holding up her empty glass. "If you'll be nice enough to mix me another drink."
"Gladly," Tony beamed, anxious to pour her another double shot of scotch. "And I'll join you," he added, downing the remainder of his drink. "How about you, Junior? Can you keep up with us old timers?"
"Yeah, sure," Junior said, flustered. "I'll have another."
"So who's in the mood to experience a thrill?" Lisa calmly asked, watching Tony mix the drinks.
"I am," Tony replied, once again handing them their drinks, this time noticing that Junior most obviously had a hard-on pressing up against his trousers. "I could go for a little thrill," he played it out slowly, wondering if
Lisa or he had given Junior the hard-on. Probably a combination, Tony inwardly shrugged.
"So don't keep us in suspense," Lisa wet her lips. "What's the thrill?"
"Of course, ladies before gentlemen," Tony slyly countered. "So if you have a little thrill in mind-"
"I pass," she coyly waved him off.
"How about you, Junior?"
"I, too, pass," he smiled, trying desperately not to be frightened and get into the spirit of the fun unfolding before them. "I'm willing to learn from my so-called elders."
"So what's your thrill?" Lisa persisted. "You're the man telling us about a brave, new world free of all the puritanical restraints and taboos. Let us in on it-see if we understand."
"At this very moment," Tony solemnly started, "I have. a sudden urge to be totally nude-to get rid of these damned restraining, supposedly civilized items of clothing."
"So be it," Lisa replied, trying to sound calm, in reality feeling a very definite moistness starting at the V of her sheer panties. "What do you think about it?" she asked Junior, suddenly placing her free hand fully on his thigh, dangerously close to the start of his crotch. "Speak up," she toyed with Junior, gulping slightly at the sudden awareness of his hard-on hidden by his trousers. "What do you think about Tony's sudden urge to experience the thrill of being totally nude while we are still here?"
"Sure," Junior gulped uneasily, totally bewildered as to where it might all lead. "I guess so," he went on, feeling the warmth of Lisa's hand starting to scorch through the material of his trousers.
The way she touched him ... it all seemed so natural to Junior, giving him second thoughts about his fear of the opposite sex. This mature woman ... seemingly edging closer to him ... she couldn't be as cruel as so many of those cock-teasing girls his age.
"I'm beginning to feel free already," Tony shrugged, unbuttoning his shirt.
"You've got a long way to go," Lisa smiled wickedly, pointing her drink up toward his undressing activities. "But by all means, keep up the good work."
"Oh, I intend to," he informed her, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. "How the kids say-right on!"
Lisa shifted her gaze from the undressing progress Tony was making, over to Junior. That long reel of cast-iron material outlined along his thigh was beginning to do things to her, mainly moistening the start of her love-slit. Boldly, she set her drink down, moving a hand continually until it rested directly over the bulging sight. She heard Junior gasp, suddenly aware of the fact that they were both shifting their lines of sight to Tony, now down to only his shorts.
"Here goes," Tony announced, yanking his shorts down and quickly stepping out of them. "My thrill commences, total nudity," he announced, picking up his drink, seemingly downing the remainder of it to salute his bold feat. "So who's next in the thrill department?" he asked, noticing that both Lisa and Junior had their eyes fixed solidly on his rock-hard jut of prick. He purposely worked one hand down to cup his balls, aiming his equipment generally in both of their directions. "Who's next?" he asked again. "Let's go for total liberation, that's what this world could use a helluva lot more of," he informed them, bringing the hand up from his balls to solidly grasp his thick prick.
"Man!" Junior gasped, "you're hung like a real stud!"
"I haven't had too many complaints," Tony boasted, edging continually over to them, playfully positioning his equipment on dead center, directly between them. He noticed Lisa's hand so fully massaging Junior's hard bulge. Junior seemed tense, somewhat frightened.
"It's enormous-" Junior groaned, "You've got me beat."
"Not by much," Lisa cut in, her hand doing a fairly accurate job of measuring the length of hard prick imprisoned by Junior's trousers. "Not by a helluva lot."
"It's so thick..." Junior continued.
"I've been told it's quite a mouthful," Tony teased for the benefit of both of them. "Quite a mouthful," he repeated, watching them both wet their lips.
"I'll second that motion," Lisa countered, that old animal-boldness coming back to her. "A real mouthful ... " she moaned, suddenly leaning over and flicking a kiss on the huge head of the throbbing prick. "Yes, indeed," she lewdly wailed, moving a steady barrage of little kisses down along the length of the throbbing meat. "One fantastic mouthful," she purred, one hand still servicing Junior's bulge as her mouth flicked kisses aimlessly about the throbbing mass of prick.
"Would you care to demonstrate?" Tony slyly asked, gyrating his hips up toward her mouth. "Did you say you wanted one thrill or two?" shy asked, between her pleasant chore of flicking kisses about the prong of hard cock.
"I'm greedy," he admitted. "I'll take just as many thrills as I possibly can get."
"All well and good," she countered, "But I think the way this little game should go is that first, Junior and I get to an initial thrill apiece. And to me-at this very moment," she stressed, via pressing her hand down more firmly on the bulge of Junior's trousers, "is to experience a totally new cock, one that I've never encountered before."
"That's perfectly understandable," Tony quickly acknowledged, pleased to get so much assistance from Lisa toward the possible sexual reconversion of the young man placed in his charge. "So what's stopping you?"
"How do I know it's okay with Junior?" Lisa asked, sensing that he was somewhat frightened by it all.
"He looks more than ready to me," Tony replied. "How about it, Junior? Does she get to try out her thrill?"
"Yeah ... sure..." Junior flustered, the hand still fingering his aching cock.
"Then it's my thrill time," Lisa boldly announced, sliding off the couch and down to what seemed to be her favorite position lately-right down on her knees. "Just watch me go!" she moaned, expertly undoing his belt buckle and moving directly on to the pleasant task of unzipping his fly. "We should play this game more often," she whispered hoarsely, getting the first feel of his perfectly shaped prick and tugging it out of his underwear. "Oh, yes indeed!" she gasped, sublimating so many unexplained sexual desires within the tormented workings of her mind.
"Say hello to me," she lewdly gasped, flicking kisses wildly about first the head of Junior's cock, and then all the way down to the base of it. "Hello-hello-hello!" she cried out, her lips careful not to neglect those delightfully low-slung balls.
"Oh, it's thrill-time," she proclaimed, lowering her mouth fully over the head of Junior's cock.
"Oh, do it!" Tony encouraged her, his hand massaging the throbbing ache of his prick. "Oh, do it up right for the boy-show him what it's all about!
Lisa complied, driving her mouth fully down the beautifully circumcised length of prick her chin soon resting up against the scrotum she had tugged out of his trousers and shorts.
"Oh, do it," Tony whimpered, tightening his grip on his own cock, his eyes fixed on Junior who was tensed up completely, "Hey, loosen up," he urged him. "Just relax, and take it as it comes."
"Oh, it feels so great," Junior finally managed to utter, suddenly aware of a new dimension to the act-that certain something extra when her mouth traveled up and down on his cock.
Junior closed his eyes, trying to shut out the madness. What's it all about, his young mind wanted to know. Only last night this woman's husband was working furiously up and down the length of his hard cock. And now, less than twenty-four hours later, that man's wife was operating in a similar manner, mouth riding the hard trail of his cock.
"Hey, do it, Lisa-baby," Tony encouraged from the sideline, his hand steadily massaging his own cock. "Oh, suck that cock, baby!"
Junior Traymore swayed uneasily, all the pat answers being lost in the shuffle. Tony had just boiled it all down to a very basic: "Suck that cock, baby!"
Was that all there was to it?
"Suck that cock, Lisa-baby!" Tony kept yelling.
Sure, why not . . .Junior inwardly shrugged, suddenly wondering what all the tremendous inner hassle he had been going through was all about. He had been "struggling with his conscience," searching for his direction-straight or gay.
Gay or straight.
Straight or gay.
Suddenly it was all so pathetically clear to him. There was no such definite boundary line between straight and gay. Sure, a guy might go all the way over to the gay, if he had suffered enough bad knocks in the straight world-real or imagined-but why have such pangs of guilt over it? And more important, why swear allegiance to their straight or gay?
Take it as it comes, he realized, watching the wife doing a more deliberate job on his cock. Her husband had to repeatedly stop, telling him over and over again how he was certain he loved him.
Look at the wife go. She was in love, too. With his cock-and her big thrill. Just as Tony spelled it out in very plain English-right down to the street level: "Oh, you fantastic cocksucker."
That was the name of Lisa Pilsner's present thrill game: Cocksucking.
Junior pushed forward on the couch, letting the head of his prick jam down into her throat. He worked one hand out to grasp at her lush breasts. First one, then the other ... touching them fully; not just brushing against them as he would always try to do with his mother.
Junior decided on another course of action for his other hand. Since he had come to the instant decision that there really was no need for an absolute sexual course in life between gay and straight-or straight and gay ... he used the other hand to pry Tony's hand away from that thick ramrod of prick.
"I'll take over that little job," he found himself saying, while stroking the rod back and forth. "Oh, don't stop," he nodded at Lisa.
"Like Tony's said: suck that cock, baby! Eat it!"
"Hooray for Junior!" Tony cried out. "Hey, hey, why don't you start thinking about your desired thrill? It's about to come to your turn, Junior."
Junior stopped stroking the cock in his hand. Deep in thought, he worked the other hand from Lisa's breasts up to her chin. "Slow it up," he whispered. "Hell, I might just as well get in on the thrill-game, and if you keep that up, I'll explode this load much too soon."
"Name it," Lisa groaned, letting the cock loudly slobber out of her mouth. "I dig this wild routine."
"This may not seem so wild to you," Junior honestly started. "But I have a tremendous need for it ... " he hesitated, then had to blurt it out. "because I've never had it before ... because..." he faltered.
"I think I understand," she whispered, bringing her lips close to his, flicking him a number of quick kisses.
"You won't make fun of me?" he asked, thinking of that one time ... that girl ... laughing at him because he couldn't keep his eager young cock hard. "Promise you won't laugh-"
"Oh, no-no-"
"Name it," Tony urged Junior, "You're up to it Babe!"
"I-I want to have sex with you-"
"Spell it out, Junior," Tony hissed in his face. "Tell her in plain English."
"I-I want to screw you," he softly informed her.
"Is that the best you can do?" Tony taunted him.
"Please don't, leave him alone," Lisa countered, feeling a sense of compassion for the young man only a few years older than her own son. "Junior, I understand-"
"No, Tony is right," Junior tightlipped. "In this world, you've got to spell it right out to get by-loud and clear!"
"Junior, I understand-"
"Baby!" Junior roared, his hands suddenly crawling all over her dress. "I want to fuck you! Yeah, fuck you....."