Chapter 11
Up in his room that night, Spud chastised himself for what he had let Jake do. Then he tried to rationalize. It was just pure sex for the sake of sex, nothing more. He had no feeling, no attachment, for Jake.
But, still, he could have refused. He shouldn't have allowed himself to become involved.
He continued to debate with himself for a long time. He liked Hazel's pussy. It was good. It should have been all a guy wanted. Yet, he had wanted more. In a way, he had enjoyed what Jake had done to him, and he had to admit that Jake's masculine flesh had aroused him. It had made the tide of desire flow freely through him. It had made fucking Hazel more fun. But he was just a little scared about it. Was he queer?
Spud did not lie to himself. He had wanted Jake to blow him, and he had liked it. The very thought aroused him even now. He even wished he had let Jake fuck him, just to see how it felt. But he wished now for some broad to take the edge off what he'd done.
But not Hazel this time.
Hazel had been too much a part of the incident with Jake, and he wasn't sure he wanted to screw her again.
He couldn't sleep. He got up, dressed, and slipped outside. He went out behind the garage and sat down, letting thoughts of Donna take over.
He thought about making her his bedfellow again and came up with a number of barriers. It wasn't that she might not put out to him, or even the money she might want. She had liked his bigness and boldness and he bet he could fuck her for free.
Under the circumstances, however, Donna was as dangerous as TNT.
Spud's better judgment told him to count Donna out.
But his restlessness and indecisions tugged away at him, and the next morning at breakfast, his pop broke in on Spud's glum thoughts. He hadn't been able to avoid his old man that morning. He'd slipped quietly to the table amid his pop's ravings. His old man was loudly condemning the school, Coach, Hazel Rankin, and anyone else whose name came to his mind. Man, he was popping his gums!
An uneasiness seeped into Spud. He was sure his pop had been talking to old Editor Millhouse, for he knew entirely too much about Hazel. He half-expected him to explode any moment with a juicy news item that would include him. And that would be the day! The end of the world!
Spud nearly fainted when, his pop suddenly shook his finger in his face. "Where were you last night?" he demanded.
Spud shouldn't have been shook up over a question like that. He got them every day.
But he gulped.
"We worry about you, Gilbert," his mom whined. "With all these awful things going on right under our noses, no person's safe. And there are such terrible things to tempt young folks these days."
"I haven't been tempted!" Spud lied.
He knew 'those awful temptations' meant sex, and he wanted to laugh and tell his mom that ever since Adam and Eve, people had been tempted. Hell, where would the population come from if they weren't? He knew enough, though, to keep his mouth shut.
Anyway, his pop was doing all the talking.
Spud lost his appetite and pushed back his plate.
"You haven't finished yet, have you, Gilbert?" his mom asked. "You haven't eaten enough to keep a bird alive."
"I'll make out!" Spud said. He hated it when his mom treated him like a child. He started to get up and leave the table. "Sit down!" bellowed his pop. Spud sat down.
And now, his pop went right on raving. Spud couldn't take it any longer. He asked as politely as he could if he might be excused. And he was surprised when his pop granted m permission. He dragged himself out and sat the front steps. Somebody hissed at him. He looked, and Frani was coming toward him. Spud was so tickled to see her he didn't know what to say or do. He got to his feet and stuttered, "What are you doing in this part of the world, Frani?" "I have to see you, Spud." She had come up to the porch. She wore a red dress with little gold figures on it, and she looked beautiful, though her face was flushed, and her red lips quivered. Spud gathered her into his arms and kissed her. She didn't exactly try to fight back, or get away. "We've got to talk, Spud," she said in a hoarse, weepy voice that kind of scared Sp She sounded urgent.
They sat on the steps together. "All right, Frani, I'm listening," he said.
She was almost breathless. "I heard dad talking to mom this morning," she got out. "He said Mrs. Rankin entertains men!"
Frani's wide eyes and pale face showed her shock, and she looked at Spud as though she thought he should have been keeping a closer watch on his neighbor.
"It's not true!" he defended.
But Frani continued, anyway. "Editor Millhouse is telling scandalous things about Mrs. Rankin-and Coach! And dad says that any woman who would betray her husband is -" Frani halted. She couldn't repeat what her father had said. But she added, "Mr. Millhouse wants to run her out of the community. And he's making plans to do just that!"
Spud quivered. "It's old Rankin they ought to run out!" he said hotly. "He's no husband to Hazel, and he ain't worth a good goddamn at school! He don't care what Hazel does!"
Frani was sobbing. "Something terrible is going to happen," she prophesied.
"Like what?"
"Maybe Mr. Rankin will find out about his wife and shoot her - kill her!"
Spud growled, "He ain't got the guts!"
"Spud?"
"What, Frani?"
"You didn't go to Donna's 'F' Club meeting, did you?"
Spud didn't tell her. He just asked, "So what?"
"Promise me, Spud - promise me you won't go - ever!" "Why?"
"Daddy said over the phone that there's going to be a raid. Spud, maybe we should warn everybody."
"Love me, Frani?'" "Spud, not now -" "Date me Friday night, and I promise I won't give Donna's old club another thought." Frani hesitated.
Spud's anger took over. "What's the matter? I'm not good enough?"
Frani's tearful eyes also held hurt. "You know it's not that, Spud."
"Then what's bugging you?"
"Spud, there's a ball game Friday night - and I've already promised to stay with Coach's wife. If it weren't for that -" "Yeah?"
"Please, Spud, believe me. Mrs. Nichols is ready to have her baby. She shouldn't be left alone."
"Then Coach should stay home with her!" Spud flared.
Later that morning, Spud moseyed down to the ice plant. Bryce Griffin was in his cubby hole of an office. He'd been working over his ledger. Some dame was in the office with him.
"Meet Gracie," Bryce said, looking up and grinning at Spud. He loosened his belt and trousers, arched back, and stretched. Spud figured he'd already screwed the lady. "Might as well give up the old work and get comfortable," Bryce said. "Spud, why don't you fetch us some beers from the ice box?"
Spud went to the refrigerator. When he came back, he gave Gracie a beer, then handed a can to Bryce. The can was shiny and slippery wet. Beer sloshed onto Bryce's chest and belly.
He yelled, "That's cold, man!" The beer trailed down and wet the front of his pants.
"Sorry," Spud said.
"You got a shower - a golden shower!" Gracie laughed.
Spud didn't dig her. He apologized again, and Bryce laughed.
"It's all right," he said. "I was needing a shower. After we drink our beers, we can all soap up, eh?" Bryce started stripping out of his clothing, down to his briefs. He shot his hand down the top of his elastic briefs, down to his pubic hairs, and pretended to be scratching.
"You got the itch?" Gracie asked.
Bryce said, "I think it's crabs!"
Spud said, "Yeah, I could do with a shower, too, a real cold shower."
They drank their beers.
Then they stripped and showered, all three of them.
The way Grade's tits jiggled fascinated Spud. He caught her flicking her eyes over him. Was she reading his thoughts? If so, she ought to start itching in the pussy. She was a pretty good-looking broad, with beautiful legs, and a bouncy behind.
Spud's cock hardened. Did the way Gracie looked at him mean she liked a big, thick cock? Probably.
She began to tease him. "Shit, boy, you don't have to take no goddamned back seat to anybody in the pecker department!" she said. Sht caught Bryce by his cock and pulled him and Spud together so she could measure their pricks. Bryce had a big one, too. They looked like twins.
Gracie was all hot and bothered and wanted to hump, Spud could tell. He wondered if he should fuck her, or wait and let Bryce have it first. He looked at Bryce, and Bryce winked for him to go on.
Spud got his finger into her pussy. It felt wet and tight. When he tried to ram her, his cock wouldn't go in. He worked like hell, humping and prodding upward. It was frustrating.
Finally, he gave up.
Gracie knelt and began sucking his cock. Bryce had turned off the shower, and the little room was silent. The sound of Grade's lips on his cock sounded loud to Spud. Bryce was staring.
Gracie reached for Bryce. She pulled him close, and he began to move his hips, his big cock stuck out in front of him. Her red lips left Spud's prong and clamped around his. Spud looked up and saw Bryce smile.
"Je-zus, I want to fuck it!" Spud exclaimed.
Grade's lips left Bryce's big cock. "C'mon," she said to Spud. "Let's try it on the floor."
She lay on the floor, legs splayed. Spud dived at her, scrambled between her legs, and she took his cock in her hand. "Easy, boy!"
Spud tried to thrust it in.
It wouldn't go.
Bryce came to the rescue with some Vaseline. "Here," he said, "try some of this, Spud."
Bryce said. "Spud, why don't you fetch us so beers from the ice box?"
Spud went to the refrigerator. When he came back, he gave Gracie a beer, then handed a can to Bryce. The can was shiny and slippery wet Beer sloshed onto Bryce's chest and belly.
He yelled, "That's cold, man!" The trailed down and wet the front of his pants.
"Sorry," Spud said.
"You got a shower - a golden shower!' Gracie laughed.
Spud didn't dig her. He apologized again, an Bryce laughed.
"It's all right," he said. "I was needing a shower. After we drink our beers, we can all soap up, eh?" Bryce started stripping out of his clothing, down to his briefs. He shot his nan down the top of his elastic briefs, down to pubic hairs, and pretended to be scratching.
"You got the itch?" Gracie asked.
Bryce said, "I think it's crabs!"
Spud said, "Yeah, I could do with a shower too, a real cold shower."
They drank their beers.
Then they stripped and showered, all three o them.
The way Grade's tits jiggled fascinated Spud He caught her flicking her eyes over him. Was she reading his thoughts? If so, she ought i start itching in the pussy. She was a pretty good-looking broad, with beautiful legs, and bouncy behind.
Spud's cock hardened. Did the way Graci looked at him mean she liked a big, thick cock. Probably.
She began to tease him. "Shit, boy, you don't have to take no goddamned back seat to anybody in the pecker department!" she said. She caught Bryce by his cock and pulled him and Spud together so she could measure their pricks. Bryce had a big one, too. They looked like twins.
Gracie was all hot and bothered and wanted to hump, Spud could tell. He wondered if he should fuck her, or wait and let Bryce have it first. He looked at Bryce, and Bryce winked for him to go on.
Spud got his finger into her pussy. It felt wet and tight. When he tried to ram her, his cock wouldn't go in. He worked like hell, humping and prodding upward. It was frustrating.
Finally, he gave up.
Gracie knelt and began sucking his cock. Bryce had turned off the shower, and the little room was silent. The sound of Grade's lips on his cock sounded loud to Spud. Bryce was staring.
Gracie reached for Bryce. She pulled him close, and he began to move his hips, his big cock stuck out in front of him. Her red lips left Spud's prong and clamped around his. Spud looked up and saw Bryce smile.
"Je-zus, I want to fuck it!" Spud exclaimed.
Grade's lips left Bryce's big cock. "C'mon," she said to Spud. "Let's try it on the floor."
She lay on the floor, legs splayed. Spud dived at her, scrambled between her legs, and she took his cock in her hand. "Easy, boy!"
Spud tried to thrust it in.
It wouldn't go.
Bryce came to the rescue with some Vaseline. "Here," he said, "try some of this, Spud."
Spud let Gracie lubricate his prick.
She guided it once more to her pussy. Spud jabbed and thrust it in.
Gracie squealed. It must have been painful at first. But Spud began to fuck her and she remained silent. He screwed her with long strokes, and pretty soon she was giggling lightly. He knew she was enjoying it.
Bryce laughed nervously. "How's it feel, honey?" he asked.
"It feels great!" She laughed and whispered to Spud, "Harder!"
He rammed her with all he had. Her legs kicked up and she giggled aloud, then squealed her pleasure. She bit his ear. "Now!" she said urgently. She pulled at him with arms and legs.
He knew she wanted him to shoot it. He grunted and increased his rhythm. "Oooooh, aaaaah," she sighed. Spud's gism began to swell up in him. He gasped a little, ramming and bucking hard. And then he came!
He heard her shriek. She screamed out, and there was an answering moan from Bryce. Spud felt it spurting out of him, heard her squeals of pleasure, her hard breathing - and then it was over.
Gracie pushed at him. "Get off," she said.
He lay on her a few seconds longer, then quickly pulled his dripping cock from her, and got up. He hurried to the shower room to clean up.
When he came back, Bryce was in her. "I could fuck you all night," he said. "And a couple of days!"
She giggled.
Bryce looked up at Spud. "You warmed her up, all right," he said. "She's hot for it!" He reared up and took his cock out. She took it in her hands and massaged it hotly. Spud bent down and ticked her cunt. It was sopping. When he fingered it, she squirmed.
She let go of Bryce's prick, and he slid it into her. When he thrust, she sighed and wiggled her fanny. He fucked her hard and fast. She was crazy for it. She was a dame hot in the snatch, crazy for it. Funny how some dames could get so hot in the pussy.
Bryce's cock was reaming in and out. Suddenly, they both came. Spud knew the moment it happened by the convulsions of their bodies. They both breathed hard and shuddered.
At last, Bryce dragged his cock out, got up, and turned to Spud. He came close, his steel cock pointing outward. "Feel it," he said. "It's throbbing for more!"
Spud gave it a hard squeeze. "Hey, this ain't normal," he teased.
"Maybe not," Bryce said, "but it's fun."
They horsed around, having fun, until Spud caught Gracie staring at them.
"Let me," she said, pulling both of them to her. "One of you can have the front door. The other can come in the back way!"
Spud rammed her pussy. Bryce fucked her from behind. Man, she was full of cock, and she seemed to like every inch of it. Her pussy was juicy and its lips closed over Spud's swollen organ, then sucked as he moaned.
Bryce was thrusting into her from behind, and Spud could feel his hardness there inside her, against his own. It was a good show, but it didn't last long. Suddenly, all three of them were coming all over the place. It was about as intense an orgasm as Spud had ever had. It drained him.
They fell to the floor and rested.
Then they showered again.
Spud and Bryce lingered after Gracie got out. When they left the shower, Gracie was gone.
Bryce began to laugh about the way he'd banged Gracie in the ass.
"You get it that way very often?" Spud inquired.
"Oh, once in a while," Bryce admitted. "It's tight, but what I really like is, nobody's going to get knocked up higher than a kite.
Spud thought that over as he drank another beer with Bryce.