Chapter 8
The Pep Club, in the bleachers above Spud, was cheering. Frani's voice led all the others, but tonight it didn't urge him on. His heart wasn't in the game. Twice, he'd fumbled the ball sadly, and the crowd had booed. The booing had angered him, and when Coach took him aside for a talk, Spud growled, "Just leave me alone! Stay away from me!"
Coach looked hurt. "Spud -" "Lay off!" Spud growled again.
And he thought: when you lose respect for a guy, you don't care what you do or say.
Valley High lost the conference game.
And, of course, everybody blamed Spud.
Down in the dressing room, somebody asked him, "Are you going to Donna's club meeting, Spud?"
"No!" he said hotly, knowing he'd be the most unpopular person there, if he went. He refused Coach's offer to drive him home.
He walked instead, and when he got there, the place was like a tomb. His pop, who didn't like ball games and usually didn't watch them, had the TV on. His mom started her usual nagging and fussing the moment he opened the door.
"What happened, Gilbert?" she inquired nervously.
"Not a thing," Spud said. He beat it up to his room.
Through the window, he saw that the lights were on over at the Rankin house. Like Hazel had said, old Rankin wouldn't be home for hours. He'd be up at school, counting the gate receipts.
Hazel was all alone.
She'd be aching for all eight and one-half inches of his cock.
But, to hell with Hazel!
He decided he'd sneak out and take a walk.
He was only a few blocks from the house when he met Bryce Griffin. Bryce was in a car, and he stopped and picked Spud up. He hadn't been out with Bryce for quite some time.
"You cruising?" Spud asked.
"Old Bryce is ready for a little pussy any time!"
Bryce was a go-getter, all right. His philosophy was that a roll in the hay wasn't a bad swap for a few drinks, and maybe a movie.
They rode around for some time, looking for girls. But the streets were empty and dark.
"No cunts on the prowl, I guess," Bryce said.
"Maybe they all went to Donna's -" "Shit on Donna!" Bryce suggested they pick up a couple of six-packs of beer and kill them at his house, since his wife and kids were out of town. The idea of just relaxing, and maybe getting a little high on the beer appealed to Spud.
So they got the six-packs, then curled up in front of Bryce's TV and watched an old movie. Maybe it was the beer that made Bryce hot. Suddenly, his cock pushed at his pants, and he was mad as hell about it.
Spud didn't see any reason for him to suffer. Bryce was the type of guy who could draw women like flypaper draws flies.
"You're a big boy now," he told Bryce. "Get on the phone and drum us both up some pussy!"
Bryce got out his little black book and dialed a number. Spud heard a girl giggle at the other end of the line.
"Come on over, baby," Bryce rasped. "And bring your sister along. Let's get with it and have a good time!"
In less than ten minutes, two broads appeared at the door. Bryce let them in.
The beer had turned Spud into a clumsy ox. When one of the broads singled him out, he ran his hot hands across her breasts and stomach. Almost immediately, she was begging for it, but she hadn't turned Spud on. His dick lay in his pants like a wilted radish.
It made him bitter that he couldn't make love. He got to wondering if something was wrong with him. Beer, he guessed, made different guys act differently. It had turned Bryce's motor on for sure, but Spud's wasn't even purring.
He knew right then that the hot broad had better not expect any miracles out of him that night. He didn't even care that she was suffering, out of her mind for his cock up her snatch. Let her suffer!
He had his own problems!
The girl lost control. Suddenly, she jumped up and stripped out of her clothes and stood naked before Spud.
She had a good body, Spud had to admit. It stirred him with quick desire, then it melted.
"Show me how much you like me, honey," she begged, wiggling her hot, juicy cunt in his face. "Turn me on for real, hon!"
Spud decided to play it cool. He just sat there and let her think he was the most desirable cat that ever slobbered over a woman.
He grabbed her and started slobbering over her neck, her tits, her belly.
She jerked back. "What are you - out of your mind?" she snapped. "If it's tongue-fucking you want, go find someone who needs a couple of bucks real bad! You've got the wrong girl!"
It was like she'd pushed the panic button. Spud grabbed her roughly and dug his strong fingers into her shoulders.
"Let go of me, goddamn you!" she snapped, drawing back. "I'm getting out of here! I've had enough of your goddamned crap!"
"Save the innocent talk!" Bryce yelled from the bedroom. He'd finished off with the one broad and was roaring like a bull for the second one.
She made an effort to fight him off, but Bryce was big and powerful. He lifted her off her feet and plopped her down on the sofa, holding her there. When she screamed, he stuffed a pillow into her mouth.
"You damned bastard!" the other girl yelled, rushing out of the bedroom. "If you hurt her, I'll kick your teeth in!"
"I'm going to show her how much I dig sex, like I did you!"
Spud felt his heart pounding. Bryce, naked too, was towering over the girl on the sofa, his huge cock fully erect and inching down to her pussy. He was a big man with big equipment, and Spud wondered if the broad could take such a huge prod.
Bryce was like an animal too long caged, and banging one girl seemed to have just primed him for the other. He began rubbing the girl's crotch.
Pretty soon, he spread her legs.
"You're going to love it," he breathed hoarsely. "They all love what old Bryce's got!"
It must have been plenty painful when Bryce's stiff cock slid against her opening and forced entrance. The girl writhed and screamed.
"Relax, kid," Bryce said.
The girl moaned in quick agony.
Bryce fucked into her, prodding, ploughing, thumping more agony into her body.
"How's it feeling now, kid? You liking it?"
The girl's moan was half-pain now, half-pleasure.
"You're tight stuff, kid," Bryce said. "Wow!"
Watching, Spud began to feel his passion rise. He knew that the first part had been pure hell for the girl. But now, he could tell she was liking it. Pain had turned into exquisite pleasure. The pleasure got into his groin, making Spud's cock harden.
He was standing close to Bryce and the girl, taking everything in. All at once, Bryce reached up and thumped Spud's hard cock.
"What's the matter, Spud?" he asked. "You leaving our other chick to suffer?"
"Hell, I figured you reamed her plenty!"
Spud heard Bryce expel his breath and saw him quiver all over. He asked the girl, "Are you all right, kid?"
The girl moaned. It was all over.
She got up, shivering, and went to the bathroom. The second girl followed.
While they were in the bathroom, Spud and Bryce had a couple more beers. His embarrassment because he hadn't been able to perform made Spud silent.
Bryce seemed to understand. He said, "Forget it, kid. You're a stud! Maybe you've just been exercising your cock a little too much lately."
"How much fuckin' should a guy take on?" Spud asked.
"Depends on the guy," Bryce told him.
It seemed evident that Bryce was a guy who could take on plenty. His cock never lost its stiffness.
When the two broads came out of the bathroom, he said, "Take a couple of minutes to catch your breath. Then the four of us are going to have a heap of fun together!"
And they did.
It was like one of those movies Spud had read about but had never seen. Bryce made the first girl kneel on the floor on all fours and fucked her by the back way. She moaned as she hunched to him. Soon, his cock went in, and their coupled bodies began moving in unison. They were like a couple of dogs going at it. The sight aroused Spud to a high pitch.
He grabbed the other girl and began playing with her tits. Now, she cooperated, beginning to strip him. Bryce reached out when Spud was naked and pulled him directly in front of him. He ran his hand over Spud's chest and firm, hard belly. Further down, his fingers found his terrific hard flesh which grew out of tufts of black hair. His fist grasped and pumped Spud's cock.
Spud arched and moaned.
"I'll prime you for action!" Bryce said.
The second girl pushed Bryce's hand away. Her lips encircled Spud's hot prick and the ecstasy was so intense Spud thought he would die.
He jerked away, then rammed his rod deep into the girl. He fucked her fitfully. In a matter of moments, he saw Bryce shudder and gasp, and Spud also exploded into his broad, almost at the same time.
The party was over!
Soon after that, Spud showered and dressed. As he started home, his thoughts went to Frani, and he wished he could marry and settle down. He wouldn't be like Bryce, go out and find other pussy. It would be too wonderful to put his hard cock into Frani's sweet, young snatch every night of the world. It would be heaven.
But it took money to get married, and where would he rake up the dinero? He picked up a few dollars every week at the ice plant, but it wasn't enough. And he sure as hell couldn't expect any help from his old man.
There was Frani's father, he reasoned. He was a reasonably rich man. But hell, Spud thought bitterly, he wouldn't be very happy right now with a son-in-law. He forced his depressing thoughts aside and promised himself he'd give the old school routine another try.
Then he remembered Donna's 'F' Club meeting. He decided he'd go by and look in on Donna's brand of fun.
Donna herself answered his knock and exclaimed, "Spud, I'm glad you came, you darling creature!"
A group of girls immediately gathered around Spud as Donna led him to the game room in the basement. He laughed and fended off their passes, but one of them kept tugging at his arm.
Jesus Christ, it was Hazel Rankin!
She ignored his surprise and said, "Come on, give all the girls a chance to drool!" She led him into the middle of a group of people.
Meeting, hell, Spud thought! It was more like an orgy, a swinging party. The room was jammed with naked asses, juicy cunts and hard cocks. People stood in clusters, feeling up each other, or just talking.
"Can I fix you a drink?" Hazel asked.
"Sure thing!"
He wasn't even shocked now to find Hazel present.
He had three drinks of something, one right after the other. Whatever it was, took effect immediately, and he was glad. You needed a stimulant to hold up under Donna's freak museum.
He groped some bare-assed dancer who passed by him, which proved to be frustrating. Not that he wasn't allowed all the liberties he wanted - he ran his hand down her bare back, played with her tits, and finger-fucked her. The result was that he got rather painfully hard, but the near-naked dancer remained indifferent.
Next, Hazel gave him a swing around the room. Without quite knowing how it had come about, he found himself alone with her in one of Donna's bedrooms. They both got naked, and he begged Hazel to blow him.
She did, and it was exciting. Yet, after he shot his load into her throat, he ended up with a vague, not quite comprehensible, sense of disappointment.
Afterwards, he rested. Then, with a slight sense of cruelty, he screwed her savagely.
After that, he fell asleep. Or maybe passed out for a time. When he woke up, he was alone.
When he dressed and went out to the game room, he was surprised to find Jake Sears had joined the party. Jake, in his late twenties, was built like a Greek God. Everybody liked him, and the women adored him. A group of them were trying to chew him up now.
Spud didn't know if Jake was married or single. He noticed that Hazel was hot for his cock, and Jake seemed happy about it.
Standing there, a little apart and watching, he imagined Hazel and Jake together, fucking. He got a hard-on imagining it. In a detached sort of way, he tried to analyze it. It wasn't the memory of Hazel so much as it was Jake's virile figure, the animal magnetism in him. But there was something spiritual, too, about Jake, something blended in him to perfection. Spud didn't want to imagine him without a stitch on, but that was precisely what was in his mind. He imagined him jabbing Hazel with a cock that went deep and made her writhe and groan.
Abruptly, his own erection throbbed. He laced his fingers across the bulge in his pants.
He caught Jake staring at him.
"Hello, Spud," Jake greeted, his face bright with interest of some kind. "Sorry you lost the game tonight."
Jake was edging up, trying to strike up a conversation. Spud stood there nervously, shifting his eyes, until Hazel came up. She took Jake by the arm and led him off. Spud watched to see if they went to a bedroom.
And his eyes sneaked a look at Jake's basket.
Jake was ready for action!
But Hazel led him to the kitchen. Spud took a chair near the TV.
Pretty soon, Hazel and Jake came back and started climbing the stairs.
Spud bet himself that Jake was hung like a stallion. A wonderful, wild stallion!
Some friendly dame brought Spud another drink. Tinkling her glass against his, she said, "Cheers!" Her voice was low and sexy.
It was plain the lady was willing.
"You itch between the legs?" Spud asked.
"Scratch me," she begged.
Spud scratched, but he felt no desire for a roll in bed. The girl sensed it, he knew, but she was determined to heat him up. With the expert movements of a stripper, she let her dress part down the front, exposing bare flesh. Spud took in the luscious tilt of her breasts, her beautiful navel, her juicy cunt, then looked away as a hot flush stung his face. He felt moisture trickle down his brow.
He took another sip of his drink, deciding he wouldn't be tricked. He'd had enough fucking for one night and decided he'd get out of there. He finished his drink and set the empty glass on a nearby table.
"Can I fix you another one?" the girl asked.
Spud shook his head.
He tried, but he couldn't gather the will to get up. Maybe it was the drinks that were gluing him there. Maybe it was the bold promise of the girl. She sat on his lap and cuddled close. As if trying to invent conversation, she asked, "Do you think a girl should have a lot of experiences before she marries?"
Spud laughed. "Depends on what you mean," he said.
"I mean, having fun - getting screwed," she said seriously. "I was thinking about Hazel Rankin. If she'd found out about life, she never would have married that goddamned old Rankin!"
Spud figured she was right, but he couldn't get too interested about it. "I guess I'd better go," he said.
The girl detained him. He noticed now that she was a dishwater blonde, with cat eyes, big tits, and a slim waist. She reached down and stroked his cock a couple of times, and it rose up quickly. She took it out of his pants and curled her hand about it warmly and squeezed it, pulling gently at the same time. His dick extended to its full length.
The girl gasped and glanced at him. "God, it's a honey!" she sighed. "Let me feel it - I mean, inside me!"
Spud blinked, then licked his lips. "Come on, if you think you can take it," he said, getting up. "Let's find a bedroom."
In the dark bedroom, Spud unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out with two fingers. He looked at the girl and said, "Lubricate it! Suck on it!"
"Take all of your clothes off."
He shucked out of his clothes in a hurry. He sucked in his breath as the girl knelt and took his hard prick into her mouth. She sucked a moment, then raised up.
"Don't shoot your wad too fast," she said. "Watch it and don't cream too soon and ruin a good goddamned fuck."
He nodded.
Spud stood very still while, once more, her red mouth closed over his cock. He stared down, watching her lick it expertly, feeling her mouth and tongue on it. He felt his passion mounting and gritted his teeth. If he didn't watch it, he'd blow his load too soon. He could let it go any time.
"Don't make me come," he begged. She released it, kissing the pink head with soft lips.
Spud rested a moment. Then he pulled her legs up and spread them. Her pink-lipped cunt lay there in its fringe of dark hair.
He got into her fast, fucked her fast. He went deep. She was warm and tight, and he began to fuck her like he'd never quit.
She took it all and begged for more.
He long-stroked her now, pulling it almost out, then driving in hard, in and out - in and out. She was warm and delicious, and her legs caressed him, her arms went about his neck. Her breath was hot in his ear.
"Oh, Jesus," she squealed, "I already come twice! Pull it out!"
"I ain't come yet, for crissakes!" Spud said. But he pulled his cock out. He sat back on his knees, and she sat up and smiled at him. She reached out and petted his dong.
"You ready to blow it?" she asked.
"Yeah, let me finish up."
She lay back down, and he churned his ass, driving his tool into her, making her giggle softly into his ear.
She was -holding him tightly, squeezing him with her cunt, rubbing her tits against his chest, doing everything she could to make him lose his wad. Spud decided not to fool around. He'd shoot his load into her as fast as he could.
He made her gasp when he spurted. She held on, sucking her breath in. She liked it, there was no doubt about it. He leaned into her, still fucking it in, knees wobbly. Man, she was good. He kept feeding it to her until he began to go soft.
"Okay," she said, "that's enough. Jeez, it was good!"
Spud sighed. "Shit!" He pulled out of her.
Spud dressed quickly, brushed the girl away, and slipped out Donna's back door. He went across the hedge, to the street.
He took his time going home.
He approached his house through the alley, and just as he reached his own back porch, a bright light stabbed the hedge. He heard the sound of an automobile.
"Oh, my God!" someone whispered hoarsely. It seemed to come from Hazel's front porch.
Spud looked and saw Hazel and Jake Sears there. Fright contorted Hazel's face.
Spud understood the situation in a second, so he hurried over to greet old Rankin, pretending he'd been waiting for him. He'd give Hazel and Jake time enough to untangle. He pulled it off there in front of the Rankin garage.
He apologized profusely for losing the ball game, keeping one ear cocked toward the house, not meaning a single word he was saying to goofy old Rankin. He heard a car drive off and supposed it was Jake Sears. But he detained old Rankin a few moments longer.
After he finally allowed old Rankin to go on, he stood there shivering. Rankin was going to catch Hazel one of these nights. Why did she take such chances?
He went and sat down on his back steps. He sat there a long time.
A voice called him out of the darkness.
"Spud?"
He didn't answer.
"Spud, are you there? Why don't you answer me?"
"I'm here, Hazel," he said.
Hazel emerged from the shadows and regarded Spud with a puzzled frown. "Why didn't you answer? You frightened me -" "Sorry," Spud said.
Another frown penciled Hazel's brow. "You all right, Spud?" "Sure. Why?"
"You seem kind of distant."
"I'm okay," Spud mumbled, wishing she'd go away. He'd had enough sweet pussy to do him for one night. He wanted to be alone some more before he hit the sack.
She said, "Thanks for covering for me, Spud -" "It's okay. Just stop taking chances."
Spud watched her go back into the house through the back door. He wondered how much longer she'd be able to fool old Rankin. One of these nights she'd get caught. Someone might get shot. The thought made the blood rush to his temples.
Hazel's going to Donna's club had been a silly and dangerous gesture. It would be a secret not easily kept. Then he thought of her fucking Jake Sears, and an insane jealousy racked him.
Hazel was his piece of meat!
He looked over toward the Rankin house and faced the fact for the first time that Hazel was raw and primitive. Hazel was any man's meat!
Up in his room, he turned on his TV set, then just prowled, walking back and forth across the room. The images of Hazel and Jake wouldn't leave him. Finally, Coach also entered his thoughts, and sweat soaked his shirt. He lit a cigarette and puffed away savagely as he paced the room.
His mom heard him. From outside his closed door, she exploded, "For heaven's sake, Gilbert, what's wrong with you? Can't you sleep? It's almost morning -" Spud didn't say anything.
She rapped on his door. "Turn off that TV before you wake up your father!" She pushed the door open and regarded him with concern.
"Are you worried over your school subjects, Gilbert?" she asked.
That was as good a line to hand her as any, so he said, "Yes," He was hoping she's go away and leave him alone.
No such luck.
She frowned and told him, "Professor Rankin tells your father you can't read. How come you got promoted? I know you ain't learnin' anything."
"I'm not stupid!" Spud defended. He thought back quickly through his school years, staring down at his feet. As far back as he could remember, he hadn't liked school. It had made him feel inadequate. Hell, the teachers never taught the things you needed to know! Suppose he couldn't read very well? A guy could learn a lot from listening to radio and watching TV. You could learn by listening to the other fellows. Most kids never learned to read very well. They didn't have to.
And nobody ever got excited about it except squares like his folks and old Miss Parks.
It had been Miss Parks who'd caused the big stink about the reading level at Valley High. She'd given tests which were supposed to prove that eighty per cent of the kids were at least two years retarded.
This whole crappy business of education confused Spud.
Spud's mom leaned against the door and sighed. "You're too old to learn to read."
Spud held back his rage. "Everybody's an authority on education," he said as evenly as he could. "Every adult feels free to say what's wrong with the school and us kids!"
"The truth is," his mom concluded, "you're lazy, like your father!"
Spud got up and rudely closed the door on her.