Chapter 5
Back Door Man
"Woman that made me what I am today- back door man-well she don't live so far from my own back door. Like next door. In fact, her son Bobby was a good partner of mine before he went off to fight the war or whatever the fuck they're doing over there in Nam. Nothing like fucking your best buddy's mother. Only thing that beats it is giving it to her in the ass when you do it. I did it. But that's just because she asked me to.
"Bobby is a couple of years older than me. I've got a couple of years before I have to sweat that draft bullshit... haven't even finished my last year of high school yet. But I'll be fucked, man, if I'm gonna go to Nam the way Bobby did. Especially the way he left his mom unprotected. Man, he'd freak out for sure if he was hip to the fact that I'd been balling his old lady.
"It just happened like two months ago-right at the start of summer vacation. The economy's so fucked I couldn't even find a job for the summer---- Actually that's just the scam I shine on my old man. That way I can get him to shell out and I can cool my ass for the summer not having to hassle a fucking job. Like I've already got wheels, so why the fuck would I need a job? From the bread my old man lays on me I'm able to keep solid financially. I buy dope with the shit he gives me, lay in what I need for myself and sell the rest. I might turn a little profit, but usually I just sell enough to pay for what I smoke. Or drop. Whatever.
"The old man's a widower and my older sister is married and living in Illinois. So I've got the run of the house during the day. Nights I go over and lean on Sue-she's my chick ... fine little split-tail. Her folks are split on a vacation and she talked them into letting her stay here. Oh, her older sister Sally's supposed to keep an eye on her, but they've both got their parents snowed ... both of them being heavy doners. So she's out doing her thing, leaving me and Sue to the house. Outa sight!
"More on that shit later. Dig-I'll rap on you about how I got into a scene with Mrs. Potts. Check that ... ain't it weird? Like I still call her 'Mrs. Potts' instead of June. But I've gotten so used to that all my life that I just can't change it. Even though I've had my cock up her ass about eight or nine times so far this summer.
"She's always been teasing me ... playing grabass and all. Her old man is dead. Like me and Bobby used to have a joke about fixing our parents up so that we would be brothers. But no dice-they're as different as Dickie Nixon and Mousie Dung. But she's always tickling at me and all.
"So one day I'm putzing around over there ... sorta hung-up since my wheels were laid up at the shop for a couple of days. And I'd just smoked my last roach ... not in front of her. Like parents are down on weed ... at least Bobby's mom and my old man. But we've just always shined it on. Good thing we've never been busted or it would've blown our gig ... just telling them that we tried it once and didn't dig it. Shine it on .... Parents will always think it's the other guy's kids that are causing the ruckus.
"So I go over there sort of in a bad mood because of the no-wheels, no-dope blues ... and shit-I walk right into Mrs. Potts bareassed. Like I was just coming to her back door, and it was open ... just the screen between us ... going to knock on the door, dig and rap on her. But like she'd been in the shower and heard the phone ring and had come out to the kitchen to answer it.
"Well it never got answered. Because she saw me looking at her and just froze there ... two more rings and whoever it was hung up. Man, she had a pretty decent bod for a forty-year-old chick. I was really surprised ... you don't usually dig your best friend's mom as being all that together as far as sex goes. But she checked out O.K. and the places where she sagged just intrigued me that much more, since I was used to seeing skinny, sleek foxes like Sue. The water that glistened in the rays of the morning sun did far-out things to her bod too. All in all a groovy experience.
"I was sort of embarrassed, but I was frozen there too. I really didn't know what to say. But I didn't say anything. Half expected her to come out and slap me. But instead she smiles real wide and comes and opens the door, telling me to come on in.
"Well, to make it short, she sits me down and, not even making any effort to hide her nud- ity, starts laying this rap on me, trying, to check me out. Like I said, she'd joked around in the past with both me and Bobby about sex ... but always safe stuff, nothing anyone'd take seriously. But as she told me about some of her old sexual escapades-god knows why, man-she's making an impression on me ... and my cock's making an impression on my pants, it's swelling up so bad from looking at her naked bod this long.
"She starts questioning me, promising not to come down on me ... so I start out slow ... don't want to spill my guts until I'm sure of this scene. Well, it all seemed strange. Probably strange to her since I was younger even than her son. I mean I didn't think she viewed me that way. But I don't say too much-just enough to let her know that I know the score. They never really believe us for some reason when we tell them how young we are when we start having sex .... Doesn't seem strange to me.
What seems strange is how long their generation waited-at least to hear them tell it. I've been getting it ever since I was twelve. So that's five years.
"But I'd never got it the way I was going to get it that day.
"She starts hinting around at different things ... asking me funny questions about things I wasn't so sure of.... But I finally see that she's getting at the fact that she wants to try me on for size ... only in a different way than I'm used to it, 'cause she keeps asking me if I've ever put my thing' as she calls it up a girl's ass.
"No I haven't, Mrs. Potts.
"That blew my mind. And she's hinting around ... shining it on ... playing the game ... about how I can't be knowing as much as I think I do if I haven't had my cock up an asshole. Then she says that I must not be so much if I haven't been into it, starting to tease me. That's about the time she did the farthest-out thing anyone over thirty's ever done with me. She says that she dares me to try and put it to her asshole, offering me some goop that she brings from the bathroom with her and telling me to shuck off my pants and smear some on my cock if I'm any kind of man. Then she bends over the kitchen table, spreading her ass wide apart ... the best beaver shot of all time, her damp sex hanging there below her asshole, a pouch covered with fine hair.
"I can't turn down a challenge like that. Suddenly I'm not viewing her as Mrs. Potts anymore, but like any other dumb cunt. Before I know it, I'm stripped down, goop all over my hard cock as I push in from behind, and .... "I never knew what I'd been missing. Much better than regular pussy ... and pussy's good. But this is outa this world.
"I'm so glad all this has happened, 'cause my life's really been changed since she turned me onto it. Sinking my cock in and put of that nice, tight hole-tighter than a ten-year-old's cunt. I reached around her and clamped my hands under her belly, noticing how much looser her skin was than some young chick's like Sue. Her tits were heavier, floppier. But they were still fun to play with, batting them back and forth with my hands as I pumped my meat into her tight hole.
"Remember that song the Doors had out a few years ago ... Back Door Man. Like they copped it from this old spade dude named Willie Dixon. Well, what the subject is about as far as I can see is just what I'm doing. Sneaking in the back door after the old man's gone to the office. And giving it to the chick in the back door to top it off.
"I mean what about some of the rest of the lyrics ... like the thing about getting a blow job ... head ... 'eating more chicken than any man....' Far out!
"And I can tell you that the back door is the only way for me now. I've pumped it to old lady Potts a few more times and hope for some more. Mind-blowing chick my best buddy's mom has turned out to be. I'm almost tempted to turn her onto pot, but I won't.
"Just as long as she lets me throw my pole in her hole every now and again, we'll have a real nice understanding.
"And what more can a dude ask?"
The fact that a seventeen-year-old boy is so sophisticated in his sexual knowledge may still shock a member of the older generation, but the plain fact is, in this age of multimedia and vast informational output, kids today know more about sex at the age of thirteen than their parents probably did at sixteen or seventeen. This can vary, especially west of the Rockies, but in general it is true.
That a young man experiments as much as Alex does, with both drugs and sex, may be alarming to some, but a kid who is unaware of the things going on around him, in a changing and dangerous world, stands a lesser chance of survival than the cunning, hip kids like Alex. As long as Alex keeps the drugs down to moderation. There's the risk that he may end on a oneway trip.
Experimentation is the key word with kids today and their approach to sex. Acts judged by many of their elders to be sodomy are openly practiced with a shrug of the shoulders, oral sex forms perhaps the most popular deviation from normal intercourse. But the more esoteric areas of sexuality are not overlooked either, even if, as in the case of Alex, they must be learned from a more experienced adult. Such things as sado-masochism, fetishism, and, yes, anality are tried by many ... and not a few end up practicing what they learn again and again, not content with just the old meat-and-potatoes variety of sex.
Anality is not by any means the most popular form of sexual expression among the young, but those who do go for it seem to become disciples of it rather than casual users. These are more than likely individuals who were strongly fixated in the anal stage anyway. For the individual who enjoys analism is likely to come to prefer it over regular intercourse once they have adjusted to its peculiarities.
An article in a recent issue of Screw Magazine, itself a by-product of the new underground culture of the young libertarians, gives the first-hand account of a young woman who relies exclusively upon anality as a > means of sexual gratification. Some researchers are beginning to report, on the West Coast, many cases of venereal infections located in the rectum ... and not anywhere near an insignificant minority were heterosexual contacts; that is, the girl registered the infection. That alone should attest to the popularity of anality among the young.
Reasons for anality are still wide-ranging. Much pro and con has been written since Freud brought the subject up. One interesting possibility is given by Desmond Morris in his best seller, The Naked Ape. He equates the fleshy protuberances known as buttocks with the woman's mammary glands, noting that in normal environmental conditions one of the first impressions of the infant is in snuggling close to the security of the warm fleshy mammaries and suckling, giving rise to oral pleasure. He cites the fact that the buttocks are round and fleshy as a reason that that area is also a primary erogenous zone, the red fullness being reminiscent to the child as he progresses from oral to anal. Little wonder that some individuals stop growing here, just as many more stop at the oral stage. In addition, the buttocks are close to the gonads, and come into constant manipulation during sex play.
But perhaps the best way to learn of a person's fixations are through first-hand accounts, so we continue as Alex tells of his growing fascination with the rectum.
"Dig it-this is the scene: "I'm on the couch in Sue's pad ... I'm sunk about six inches into her soft, furry little box ... a box that's almost as good as her asshole. Not quite. But the trouble is in getting this dense chick to believe in the old up-the-ass routine.
Even though we're steadies, she's been giving me a hard time ever since I tried to slip one up her ass a few weeks ago. And she wasn't going for it-made me pull that sucker out quicker than shit, crying that it hurt too much. With a glop of vaseline, it still hurts.
"Even though we're communicating pretty heavy now-me sawing away steadily at her fine cunt-we've been having lots of rifts the past few weeks because I want her to at least try and dig taking it in the ass. But now her dumb-cuntedness is really showing ... stupid fifteen-year-old chicks are always so backwards. Won't even give it a try though. I mean, how's somebody supposed to grow, to go through changes, if they're not willing to take a chance? If she was half as groovy about this as she is about taking drugs-and she'll drop anything anyone hands her-then at least she'd be harassed about it. Dumb cunt, no-assed cunt.
"But she really has a fine ass. And here I'm having to get all my super nookie off a forty-year-old broad. Not that I'm holding it against Mrs. Potts, but I wish she hadn't turned me on to this in a way ... then I wouldn't be having such a hassle with Sue. But I really don't mean that. I mean this anal shit is the greatest number in the world. I'm just getting pretty torqued about Sue's not coming across. I mean, if it's so terrific with old Mrs. Potts and her flabby ass, just think how outa sight it would be with a sleek split-tail like Suzie. It blows the mind.
"But here I am, trying with all my might to keep things cool between us, giving her her jollies as I pump my cock harder into her. Her long black hair is twined around one of my shoulders as I stuff the pork to her, our mouths biting at each other's necks. Her pussy feels good against my pounding prickhead, but it is not enough ... doesn't give me the friction that an ass does. It's too smooth, almost velvety- her pussy that is. It's tighter than a lot of girls' -I'll give her credit for that. She does a lot of exercises for dance and she has really good control of her abdominal muscles. She can practically make that snatch of hers talk the way it snaps at your cock when she's working those belly muscles. But still not quite as tight as the natural contractions of the sphincter, and the tissues aren't tacky enough. A guy has to get some kind of grip.
"But I'm trying my damndest to give her a good time. I wish she'd give me some consideration. Shit-I was giving her the best poling she'd ever had, and yet she's getting so up-tight about the asshole thing ... threatened never to see me if I ever tried it again.
"I'm hoping that she's close now-my guts have got to spill their load pretty quick. I push my feet against the arm of the couch for lever- age and really start to pump hard and fast as a signal to her that she'd better get it together if she's thinking about coming in the near future. She responds, moving her long legs just a bit higher on my back, rocking her hips faster as she slips into high gear along with me. She meets my every move perfectly, her hands even keeping rhythm as they paw at my back. Her breasts, nipples hard against my chest, roll underneath me, hard at the points but surrounded by a sea of foamy softness....
"And now I'm spilling my hot nuts into her pussy, pumping as fast and hard as my cock will last ... which ain't so very long in a pussy. Once I shoot into a pussy it's all over for me. Can't never get it up again ... not for a few minutes anyway. But in an asshole-what with the way the sticky surfaces trap your cock like gum-well, I can shoot a load and reload in a minute.
"But now Sue's thrashing her head from side to side, calling out my name ... 'Alex, oh Alex.' The reason: she's coming. And a broad's brains are between their legs. That's why she thinks she loves me now. If she really loved me, she'd let me stick my cock up her ass and have a little fun of my own.
"Much later: "After mucho grass, some really dynamite shit I'd scored from Bobby-he'd sent it from Nam ... Yeah, everybody over there's fighting on weed.... Wonder they haven't massacred all the villages. So he's been sending me some of that Vietnamese weed which is really some heavy shit. So me and the little lady are stoned out of our gourds.
"We're sitting there completely zonked and digging the Stones. We've also got her color (her Daddy's) TV on, but with the sound down so we can dig the stereo. I look over to where she's lying on the couch-still nude-and feel myself getting stiff again. That trim bod of hers is such a knockout. I gaze down below her firm belly to the thick thatch of pubic hair that looks even blacker and even bigger against the whiteness of her thin body.
"I decide that maybe if I butter her up I can con her into taking it in the ass. I know I'm obsessed with it, but what the fuck? Goddamn you Mrs. Potts for showing me something this groovy that nobody else but you and me dig. Should be some kinda law....
"But the best way to butter up Sue is to give her head. So I slip down to the floor and crawl over to her, craning my neck up to get close to her snatch.
" 'Would you like me to eat your box?' " 'Well, thank you ... good idea.' "Have to be formal, don't want to come on crude. She spreads her legs, lifting them so that she can straddle them over my shoulders .... She's sitting up now, you see. Me-I'm kneeling on my knees on the floor in front of her, my head closing in on her snatch.
"A word about eating snatch: "Suck.
"Some more words are these: you can really get to a chick's heart by eating her snatch. At least that's what I hoped. I'm not crazy about giving head ... got nothing against it, but it just doesn't turn me on that much either. I'd rather get head .... That's about equal to fucking a pussy for me, but of course it too has now taken a backseat to the back door as far as I'm concerned.
"But the main purpose of eating a snatch, whether you get it up from doing it or not, is to give pleasure to the chick. Concentrate on the clit-forget all about trying to ram your tongue up their snatch unless you've got a foot-long mother or some such shit. Your little tongue won't do much good up there-it'd get lost. Nose around at the top of the groove and get after that clit. Take it between your teeth and roll it around until it gets nice and hard. Suck on it while you run your hands up and down her thighs ... over her belly. Blow gently on it, then suck it between your lips hard, give it all you've got. Don't stop until the girl is coming.
"I didn't stop until she'd come all over my face.
"That's what I did all right. "Then I asked her to bend over and take it in the ass.
"Coming out of her post-climactic slump she hit me a good one across the face ... first time she'd ever done that to me.
" 'You asshole-I thought I told you never to talk about that again,' she said, getting up to go to the bathroom and leaving me confused and pissed.
"All that effort of giving her head ... down the drain .... "So a word about eating snatch. "It sucks.
"Some more words about it are these: you can still really get to a chick's heart by eating her snatch. But watch out when you get there .... Don't bite into that ventricle just yet. Her heart may be made of stone-just like my girl Sue's is.
"I was highly irritated about the slap she'd given me. I mean all I'd done was ask. She didn't have to be so shitty about it. But there was something on the tube that caught my attention, something that made me forget my disappointing standoff with my girl... I went over and shut off the stereo, turned up the volume of the tube and sat down in front of it.
"Orson Welles was on a talk show and he was really laying down this heavy rap. I watched it for a few moments until a commercial came on, then went back over to the couch and got the vial of grass off the coffee table. I rolled another joint, went back over to the tube and sat down again. The commercials were still going. I began flipping the dial and then ... pay dirt, something even better than before. A W. C. Fields movie. I started cracking up.
"About this time Sue comes out of the bathroom, glaring at me as she walks past, her pussy all wiped clean. She goes over to the stereo and turns it up full-blast when the next record drops ... really trying to get on my nerves-she's just blotted out a punchline.
"Hey you fucking cunt ... can't you see I'm watching something?' She was really trying to get a rise out of me. I dig music, but not when I'm into something else.
" 'What could be heavier than the Stones?' she threw at me in her coldest voice.
"I gestured angrily at the screen. 'Well there was Orson Wells ... and now W. C. Fields.' " 'You're gonna tell me that they're heavier than the Stones?' '"I just did!' I shot back with finality. But she didn't want it to end there. I was really fed up and I pushed the button on the set hard, making it turn into a fading light in the center that rapidly diminished to nothing.
" 'I've had fucking enough of you,' I screamed. 'I'm getting my dope and splitting.' I scrambled to my feet, went over to the couch and got my stash and made for the door. I o p e n e d it abruptly, stepped outside into the cool air and then slammed it behind me hard.
"A few seconds later, a subdued version of my former self, I reluctantly pressed the doorbell of Sue's house, shivering and hoping she'd hurry.
"She jerked the door open, already hip to my stupid move, laughing openly and contemptuously in my face, making me burn again.
" 'Looking for these?' she asked, tossing some clothes at me.
"I'd forgotten to dress.
"Kicking the clothes back indoors, I pushed my way past her and went over to the couch and sat down, my face red with embarrassment and anger.
" 'Well, hit the road, fella. I thought you were long gone?' "She was really pissing me off. No, I didn't want to split-I really dig the chick. But she was really pushing it. I had to assert myself if I ever would. I had to have my cock up her ass ... then if she didn't like it, fine. That'd be curtains. But I just had to do it. It couldn't keep on the way it had been recently.
" 'I'll show you "long gone," ' I yelled when she came walking past me. I reached out and tripped her with my feet as she came by, forcing her over my lap as I repositioned myself on the couch. She really went crazy, trying to fight me by scratching at me, or to kick-anything to get away.
" 'What are you doing-have you flipped?'"
"'I'll show you what flip means,' I promised, forcing one of her arms behind her in a hammer-lock and applying pressure. She changed her tune in one hurry, pleading with me not to hurt her.
"But the position was one I should have taken a long time ago. And her still-nude ass was inviting me to do something that'd probably never been done.
"Keeping a good deal of pressure on that arm, rendering her pretty much helpless, I raised my right hand and brought it down with a resounding smack. And then the other cheek ... smack!
" 'Yeoowwwww. Alex, have you gone crazy? Even my own father never spanked me.' She was truly indignant about the whole situation.
" 'Well, he should have!' I told her, bringing my hand down over the middle of her huddling, squirming white cheeks just at the cleft of her asshole.
"I admired my handiwork ... two pink handprints and a blotch in the middle. It looked so bitchin' that I decided to add color to the entire area. Smack. Smack. Smack. My hand smarted a bit from the repeated application, but it was worth it ... I could feel the past month's frustrations pouring from me with every swat that reverberated loudly throughout the room. Smack-the bottom of the left cheek. Smack- the top of the right hemisphere.
"Her ass was getting pretty red by this time and she was alternately threatening to kill me, and then sobbing like a baby for me to let her up. But I kept going .... Must've given her about fifty swats before I eased up .... My first mistake. I'd figured that she was pretty well subdued from the looks of her flaming backside and from the way she'd been bawling her head off.
"But she really surprised me. I felt a sudden searing pain on my left thigh-the fucking bitch was biting me! She'd really taken a large chunk out of my leg.... The pain was terrible. The only thing I knew to do was bring my hand down with a karate chop behind her neck .... _ Had to do it pretty hard but at least she let go.
"I looked down at my leg and saw that a large bruise had already formed there. Tears welled in my -eyes from the pain. That cunt could bite!
" 'You fucking bitch, that did it!' " 'No .... What are you doing? ... Have you gone crazy?' "I'd have my ass even if I had to go to jail for it. I pulled her roughly down to the floor and threw her torso across the top of the couch so that she was kneeling over it, her red, welted ass throbbing over the edge, bent just right to take it up the asshole.
"The pain in my thigh was still searing me, driving me on. I resumed my hammerlock of her arm, twisting it painfully higher than before. As long as I had her in this position she'd have a hard time dealing with me, for I was kneeling directly behind her, too close for her feet to do any good, in control of her arm to such an extent that it made her other one useless. For whenever she tried to reach back and do something I merely increased the pressure of the hammer-lock, making her abandon whatever strategy she'd tried to formulate in her stupid cunt brain. But the best thing about this position was that I was away from her fucking teeth. Man, she wouldn't forget this day as long as she lived for pulling that shit.
" 'Now I'm going to give you something you've had coming all your life.' " 'What? Another spanking?' Even through her tears she was being a wise-ass. Well, I'd wisen her ass up some with this stunt.
"I pressed myself down against her flaming buttocks and started shoving my cock up the cleft of her ass until the tip pressed against the opening of her hole. It looked so nice and inviting and virginal-my quick and ill-fated attempt had been the first actual one-but as yet no come had spurted into her rectum.
"Ignoring her pleas, I leaned heavily against her back, not hunkering all the way down to touch her back as I had to be able to maneuver her arm in case she tried for some more trouble. I pressed my cock against the hole, feeling the heat that radiated from her freshly spanked hillocks.
"I didn't have any lube so it was both difficult and painful for her as I pushed the head hard, aided by my hand on the shaft of my cock, straining to get the ring to give ... and ... finally it slipped in as easy as pie, bumping against rough spots as I shoved the shaft in, un-lubricated as it was.
"She began screaming, so I applied some more pressure to her arm and told her to cool it or I'd cool her. She must've really thought I was freaked-out, and I was sorta, because she clammed up, even though she still let out sharp hisses and muffled cries as I began my motions.
"Once I was in there for a little while, her anal tissues began to accept the cock, tending to provide lubrication in the form of shit, making up for the unlubed entrance I'd made. She was offering less and less resistance as I began to slide my cock in a steady cadence through the sticky substance that felt so good, especially to the head of my cock.
"She was beginning to whimper slightly, which I saw as a sign of encouragement, as it was definitely a sigh of pleasure. But I'd have to go all the way with it to make her a believer. She was still trying to cover up as much as possible, trying to resist me whenever she'd think I was easing up on her.
"Deciding to see if I could get back in her good graces after all, I slipped my free hand around her blistered waist, under the soft underbelly until I came to her slit. Groping around in the dampness, I finally found what I was looking for. A little clit massage during my rear attack certainly couldn't hurt things. Maybe it'd help things.
"And I kept pumping away at her hips, really starting to get into the good feelings that were churning in my guts. The tactile sensations of an asshole are just so much better-even the smell of a fucked asshole is intoxicating. I think if I had a choice between balling a chick in the cunt, and a guy in the ass that I'd be liable to take the guy, even though I've never done that before.
"But don't hold me to it.
"The tissues were beginning to get a bit mushy-just right, dampening the sandpaper effect of their dry state. And it looked like I was pulling off a miracle.... I wouldn't have believed it myself, but she was now pushing her hips back to meet me, moaning more than she usually did with regular .balling. And finally I was hearing her say: " 'Oh, yes, lover. So sorry I bit your leg- ooooooooOOO! Ah, baby .... I had the spanking coming ... sorry sorry ... this is soooo gooooooooooooooob! Oh OH ... more, more, MORE! Oh, lover. Oh oh.... I need it!' "So everything was turning out in the end. I excitedly saw our future coming together again .... But now I was getting too far gone in the balling.... Her sweet ass pumping hot up to me .... Hot butt.... Hot hot hot.
"Like my guts.... The seeds are boiling .... Got to let go .... I work her clit to make up ...
and here comes ... won't be long. ¯ "My mind, not long ago crazed with flip-out anger had been cooled. She was really going nuts for this, babbling some incoherent language as she proved that women's brains are between their legs ... only some of them have their brains farther back, in the ass to be exact.
"And now I was bubbling over. The fact that my lean-hipped chick loved me again made it better. The fact that she now was into my thing ... that always makes it better.
"I reflected on how much better her leanness was compared to Mrs. Potts.... But I breathed a silent thanks to that outa-sight chick for turning me on to this scene.
"And now I explode into the ass of my girl, causing a shimmer of delight to sweep down her back as I continue to pump her until I'm dry, rubbing her clit as I do so .... And now she's looking so good by coming after me... and even the pain that still throbs dully in my thigh feels good.
"I press down against her back tiredly, my spent cock shriveling inside her ass, finally the victor in our battle. It all seems too good to be true."