Chapter 3

THIS IS IT!

At first, the only thing sexy I ever saw at the military school was the twenty-three-year-old Negro woman who worked in the kitchen. I heard they had dances with cunts from this exclusive girl's school about forty miles away, but that was only once a year, and tightly chaperoned. If you could get one of those little cunts alone though, they'd almost rape a guy. They were as hard up as we were.

Of course, a hell of a lot of freaks in the military school weren't hard up at all. They were having the biggest ball in their lives with all these boys around. Hardly anybody ever messed with me ... unless I wanted it. I got letters in football, baseball, basketball, volleyball, and soccer. I was still a goddamn good linebacker, and these kids at military school were pretty scared little bastards when you got right down to it.

You know, these idiots had been so disciplined, so trained, so screwed up all their lives, they couldn't make out a cat like me. You could see the look on their faces, asking themselves, What the hell is he in here for? What's the matter with him? What's his hang-up? Shit, I bet nearly half the bastards there were cocksuckers and would give it or take it up the ass.

I was in that damn school for five years, and when it came time to go home for the summer or for any kind of holiday, it was like getting paroled from prison. Not that it was all spit and shine and snap shit. That was the bad part, the military discipline and crap. But there were plenty of cute little asses on the younger kids, and I got hard-ons in the shower, and had my share of everything. One guy I remember had a real tiny cock and he was built like a woman, had titties and all, a cute ass that was big and round. Six of us gang raped him out in the court one weekend. He raised all kinds of hell that first time. The next semester, he was begging guys who could keep up a good bone to ram it to his ass.

Now, look, Doc ... I was no pansy fag, not one of the prissy, limp-wristed bastards who liked to kiss and hug and all that gay crap. I was a five letter man, and you better believe everybody knew it. I wasn't the king of the road either. At first, I was just a frosh, a plebe, a nothing. I had to take all the crap the upperclassmen handed out and all the military shit the instructors and officers bugged us with.

The Cadet Colonel, the student commander of all the cadets, was a prick named Vandermeer ... son of a real Brigadier General or something. He was a real son of a bitch! Cool as hell, but a sadistic bastard! See, Vandermeer was as queer as anybody, but he got his kicks in a different way. You know all the psychology of this, Doc, but I'm going to tell you like it was. Vandermeer used to call a lot of the cadets "lousy fags," and think he was the most virile son of a bitch alive.

Well, we had this real gay queen about twenty years old. He wasn't mentally retarded, but he was only in the 11th grade. He flunked all the subjects he could because he never wanted to get away from all that cock. This guy was tall and lanky, looked more like a man than a kid. Oh, man, when he'd catch a few of us in the shower room with good cock, his little old dick would jump up and he was in heaven, man ... just looking at us. He liked to grab a guy and tongue kiss him and talk shit, like, "Oh, honey, I love your lips....Oh baby, you're so sweet....Oh honey, let me be your daily cocksucker. I can do it so good you can close your eyes and think my mouth is a cunt. I've got muscles in my throat that'll make you come back for seconds...."

Sucking and bunging is one thing, but I told you before I don't like that love crap or the feel of whiskers on me. So, there I was. I was a damn fifteen-year-old plebe, and I had to knock the shit out of a twenty-year-old upperclassman. I sent him sprawling across the wet tile floor until his head banged against a shiny brass pipe and the shower handle, and cut a two inch gash in his scalp.

That was the kind of thing you kept away from the Commandant or the instructors, see, because they never wanted any homo stories to get out and ruin the reputation of that fag house. Crap! Anyway, Jimmy tells the doc who put in the four stitches that he slipped and fell in the shower accidentally. But he gives Cadet Colonel Vandermeer a different line, and two nights later I was called into the Cadet Colonel's room after all the staff of adults had long gone to sleep.

Vandermeer was standing there trying to look like Alexander the Great, in full dress uniform with his saber at his side (maybe Napoleon), and he's staring down at me like I'm trash, man, and he was going to be the one to dump me into the incinerator ... or order somebody else to do it.

"Why did you hit Cadet Corporal Torry?" he blasted at me (as if he didn't know the whole thing).

"Sir, Corporal Tony made a homosexual advance at me in the shower room," I told him with complete honesty. "I had to hit him, sir. I didn't mean to injure him like that. He banged his head against the pipe and shower handle and...."

"Corporal Torry!" Vandermeer screamed at Jimmy, "did you make a homosexual advance to this plebe?"

"Oh ... no, sir ... absolutely never," Jimmy lied with his faggy grin, and Vandermeer smiled back at him ... the bastard!

"Very well, Corporal!" Vandermeer snapped, then he turned to me and laid it on like he was a damn four star general. "As an experienced leader in this cadet corps, I am well aware that those who accuse others of being homosexuals are, in fact, themselves homosexuals. I think you probably tried to put Corporal Torry's male organ into your mouth, that he rejected you, and that you became desperate because of your homosexual madnesss and hit...."

"That's a goddamn he!" I cried out.

Wham! Vandermeer unhooked his scabbard with the saber in it and belted me across my gut until I doubled over from pain and breathlessness. When I was lying on the floor trying to breathe, he yelled at me to stand at attention, threatening to beat me over the head if I didn't.

"See this, Gordon?" he screeched at me like a mad man, drawing out his saber and slicing a piece of paper into bits with it. "I could cut off your cock and balls both with one slash! You talk to me like that again ... or fail to say 'sir,' and I'll fix you so you'll wish you were dead!"

That did it. I don't guess Vandermeer would have actually castrated me or cut off my cock, but I sure wasn't going to take any chances. I'd have to put up with whatever he had in mind, I figured.

"Corporal Torry!" he yelled at Jimmy, "Go out the back way very quietly and get Lucy to come up here."

That goddamn smile on Jimmy's face as he snapped a salute and walked out was downright fiendish, like a madman. Who or what was Lucy? If I'd been there longer, I'd have known. In fact, I guess I would have been pleased, because in just a few minutes, Jimmy returned with a very sleepy-eyed Negro woman in her twenties. She was wearing a robe over an old nightgown. I remembered that I had seen her working in the kitchen before, and she was built like a brick shithouse ... but a real dark black from the South with the kind of subservient attitude which was immediately recognizable when she came in and stood before Vandermeer like he was some kind of white god.

"Lucy!" the Cadet Colonel addressed her with authority, "I want you to tell this plebe, Cadet Private Gordon, what your problem is?"

"I's frigid, sir," she stated, like it was something she had been taught, or else had repeated many times.

"Explain that in plain, fucking words to Gordon!" Vandermeer ordered her, his teeth showing in a sadistic smile. "Tell him exactly what you mean by that. Tell him!"

"Yessuh, Master Colonel!" Lucy said fearfully; and then she turned right toward me and removed her robe and nightgown both. She was a little too plump in the stomach, but I liked those big tits and that black thatch of cunthair below the curve of her belly.

"I is a 'hard-comer,' Mistah Gordon," she started, again seeming to speak from memory or repetition. "It take a man with a good hard dick 'most over a half hour to take my pussy wiggle and gimme that goo-ood feeling. No sissy can't evah stay up a bone that long.

"All right, Lucy ... you get in position over there," Vandermeer ordered, and all the others gathered around with crazy smiles on their faces, one guy rubbing his cock through his trousers already. "Gordon! You will disrobe completely and be made to pass three tests to prove you are not a homosexual! First of all ... observe Lucy as she bends over that boot stool of mine. See the crack! See her asshole and cunt sticking back at you? Well ... answer!"

The scabbard of his saber whacked across my bare ass as I was undressing, and I screamed, "Yes, sirV At first, I didn't get all of this. I wasn't putting two and two together right or something. I couldn't see how anyone could call this punishment unless ... And then I understood some of it. Most of these guys were from the Deep South. Of course, every Southern boy, so I'm told, has screwed a black. But it would be hurniliating to be forced to perform a sexual act with one, particularly several sexual acts of different kinds. It would be to them. They didn't know what a freak I was. Or ... maybe I was normal. Looking down at that naked ass and staring right into the gaping cunt psyched me so much I was hard as a rock ... cock sticking straight out. And that obviously upset Vandermeer and the other upperclassmen.

"Well ... we got a real exhibitionist here, haven't we?" Vandermeer said, trying to toss off his obvious disappointment. "In that case, we'll have to go to number four. Since you have no trouble with that thing being hard without even touching it ... the first test will be the ass test ... just to see how hard it is. Torry, the Vaseline please"

"Git it plenty grease up, Mistah Colonel," the naked Lucy asked with fear in her eyes as she turned her head toward us. "I don't want it bust open or nuthin'."

"Don't worry, Lucy," Vandermeer promised her, patting her big naked ass to make it jiggle just a little bit ... like a bowl of real firm gelatine dessert. "If Gordon hurts you ... if there's so much as one bit of blood ... we tie him down and you get to beat the shit out of him! I mean it!"

The first test was supposed to have been my getting a hard-on just from looking at that black cunt and ass, but I had fooled them, with the result that now I was supposed to let Jimmy grease up my hard cock with Vaseline and apply some to Lucy's puckered asshole and work it in a little.

"Oh-oh, that sho feel goo-ood!" she said, squirming her ass around in midair when Jimmy stuck a couple of greased fingers up her ass.

"Gordon!" Vandermeer yelled at me.

I stood right at attention (my cock too) and answered, "Sir?"

It was explained to me that I had to get in position behind Lucy and I was to be given only one try to aim and put my cock all the way into her asshole. I was warned not to screw her ass, but to get in balls deep with that first thrust.

"One! Two! Three!" Vandermeer called out. "Go!"

I was down on my knees right behind Lucy's ass. That seemed to be just about right in that my cock was right at the level of her asshole. What I was afraid would happen was that my cock would hit maybe just a fraction below that greased asshole and take the path of least resistance, and slip down into her open pussy. Man, was I sweating. I sure wanted to fuck that gal, but I still wasn't a hundred percent sure of what the next two "tests" would be.

Hell, man, I took straight aim and lunged forward. When the head of my cock was about a half inch away from the hole and looked like it was going to hit stright as an arrow, I closed my eyes. Now, that gave me a weird sensation. I breathed easier right away when just the head seemed to take hold, and I pushed a lot harder, and felt it go all the way into the tightest thing I'd ever felt. I knew her pussy wouldn't have grabbed and held me like that after I got in.

"All right, Gordon!" Vandermeer directed. "Bring it right out and slip it down in her cunt, start screwing, plebe ... either a hah hour without shooting off, or until you can make Lucy come. Go!"

Lucy moved her ass around a lot as I was fucking her. She made little grunt and giggles, and backed into me sometimes so the penetration was maximum. As we were going at this, each man in turn lay under Lucy's mouth and got the suckingest damn blow job I'd ever seen. This girl was sex-sex-sex! This was probably something she looked forward to. And she was wiggling and working her ass every way she knew to try and get me off. But I did her one better. I knew the clit was the pleasure point in a cunt, and screwing from the back, it was hard to get any friction on it. I started slower strokes, still so fired up I didn't think I could hold out. I went in way deep each time, so that my balls whacked her clit with each penetration.

Damn! I could tell she was loving it, breathing faster, moaning more, each time I hit it. But it was still a mad race. I knew I couldn't hold on for more than a few strokes. And then, man I could feel it in her. She was right up on it, and I banged her with one more stroke and yelled, "Oh, fuck it! I'm coming!"

That did it. Lucy screamed and yelled for about two minutes straight, and I just left my primarily limp cock in there to soak. I could feel her vaginal muscles trying to pull me back in, but there was no doubt in anybody's mind that Lucy had had one hell of a climax.

"Now, Gordon," Vandermeer called to me, clearly disappointed. "The last test ... to prove that you are not a homosexual as has been charged by Cadet Corporal Torry. Lucy will lay on her back on the towels there, and you will clean out the kitchen! Every drop of it! I want to see an almost dry pussy, Gordon!"

All the others teased the shit out of me and made crude remarks about "anybody who'd eat nigger pussy would eat crap." But I didn't care. Lucy had great eating pussy. I liked the crisp feel of her cunthairs, the drinking of our sex juices, the sort of rough, firm feel of the inside flesh as she pulled it way open with both hands and I was into it up to my nose and my tongue kept lapping. I was even getting a hard-on again when Vandermeer stopped me and inspected Lucy's pussy.

"Okay, Gordon!" he snapped at me. "You've passed the tests. Maybe you're a bisexual. Men! Should we call in Jory and see if he likes to suck a little black cock?"

There were several cheers that went up, cheers of approval, but then one of the guys pointed out how late it was and Vandermeer said that if I ever was accused of anything like that again, I would have to take the "homosexual test" with Jory, the big Negro dishwasher who was supposed to have ten inches.

That was my introduction to the screwed up double standard at military school. Hell, we blew each other and had fun in our own little private groups or twosomes, and as long as everybody cooled it, there was no problem. The only thing every cadet was trying to figure out was who Vandermeer was getting to. He must have had himself some boy lovers. Damn, maybe this Jory or even Jimmy Wallis were his private pieces....

Mom looked the most welcome and beautiful I'd ever seen her when she came down to the school to take me home for the first four-day holiday weekend we had. Man, she was nice! She looked like about twenty years old in a tight blue dress of that jersey material that clings to a woman's body. Her long brown hair was fixed up so perfect. Goddamn, nearly all the guys thought she was my sister, maybe even my girlfriend. The upperclassmen were asking her for dates! And those goddamn instructors were falling all over her, telling her all about what a great student and athlete I was. She could have seduced the damn Commandant if she'd wanted to.

And she was smashed, man. They couldn't tell it because Mother could put on one damn good act when she was drinking. But the instructors just thought she was being cute and sexy and charming. They ate it up, man. But me, hell I could tell she must have been hitting the bottle for the whole five hour drive from home.

Was I ever glad to see that beautiful Mother of mine! I used to think about her all the time there. If I was cornholing some guy or getting blown, I'd think, Oh, Mother, how I wish I had you right now! I wasn't a bit ashamed to kiss and hug the hell out of her right there in front of everybody. Hell, guys kiss their mothers all the time, but Mom and I knew it was different.

I thought at first, trying to be a junior and amateur psychologist, that Mom was so loaded because it would be an emotional shock to see me after so long ... and the trouble I had been in at home. Mom and I had never fucked before either and she was still brooding over her brother's death because he had been her only real lover.

It seemed like I was aware of something different then, just a feeling of intuition that was very powerful, that I couldn't explain. I don't think Mom knew it or understood it and maybe that's why she was plastered ... to try to keep from thinking about it ... or keep from doing it.

Now, Mom was a good driver, even when she was loaded, but this time she was talking real crazy, and she kept taking straight drinks of whiskey out of her flask. Hell, she'd swerve over into the oncoming lane of traffic, and I'd have to grab the wheel to get us back before we had a head-on collision. We still had over four hours to drive, and I was too young to have a permit (but I did know how to drive), and in looking back, I think maybe her liquored-up brain had a suicide ... a double lulling suicide angle to it. I was all mixed up, man. I had to take over, do something!

After about two more minutes, I saw the sign on this real nice motel with a swimming pool and TVs in every room. It was blinking on and off, and said "Vacancy."

"There's a cop tailing us, Mom!" I lied in a real scared voice. "Quick, turn into this motel and we can get out of his sight"

I helped her turn the wheel so she didn't even have a chance to check it out in the rear view mirror (if she could have seen much anyway in her condition). And then I tried to be logical and reason with her. I told her that we should stay there for the night because she'd been drinking too much, and we might get arrested ... or killed. She nodded her head in agreement and we pulled on up by the office. But there was that strange, mysterious, kind of eerie look in her eyes.

When we went into the office, she asked the man immediately for two units, but the man said all they had left was a double-one room with a double bed. He looked at both of us a second, and he could tell Mom was loaded and that I was acting nervous as hell. He smiled in a way that reflected his dirty little mind, and he said, "Don't worry. No questions asked. Just sign the register any way you like, and ... uh, the price on this unit is eighteen dollars ... payable in advance, please."

I thought Mom was going to get mad, but she smiled back at him instead, signed the register and peeled out the money to him. I guess it made her feel real good to know that she looked young enough to be my lover.

Mother took off her dress and slip and bra and just kind of passed out there on the bed. I did a little unpacking and checked to see that the door was locked and pulled the drapes over the windows, in addition to letting down the blinds, and then I sat down backwards on this chair, leaning on the back with my arms and elbows. I had also undressed and was naked.

From where I was sitting, I was looking right in between her wide open thighs. She wasn't wearing panties, just a little crotchless pantygirdle to hold up her stockings. Oh, that psyched me! The stockings and garter fetish, wide open pussy up there. Hell, I knew then that this was it!

I began to speak, very softly, "Mother ... you look so sexy, Mother. And I haven't seen you since August." I sat on the side of the bed and I buried my head between her big warm breasts. I put a hand over each one and I kind of rolled my head around in between them. You know, I was hot, hard, my heart was pounding so I could feel it and hear it in my head. But I felt so damn secure and loved. Oh, man, you can't ever understand the way I felt then.

No pants on. I wondered if she really did want me to fuck her, was deliberately giving me that opportunity ... hell, seducing me! It seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to crawl right on top of her. And I swear, Doc, I didn't have any trouble putting it in. The bottom of the girdle wasn't even in the way enough to bother me. She moaned or sighed just a little after I'd taken hold of my cock just back of the head and pushed it in a little.

Oh, man! She was so juicy and wet, she must have been psyched up too! My cock slid in so easy, and then, hell ... before I even thought about it, I was screwing her. I was fucking my mother! Oh, hell, I think back to that right now, and I've got a hard-on. Right now, I could fuck anything or anybody, I'm so psyched up thinking about being with my mother then. Oh, it slid in and out so easy and felt so damn good!

I came too quickly right then, but I started up again, and I was so hot it never even went down much. I kept at it, man, and when she finally started moving and woke up, you know, coming out of her drunken stupor, her eyes blazed wide open and she looked right down there at my cock going in and out of her cunt.

"Jack ... what are you doing ... oh, what are you doing, honey! I'm your mother," she started moaning all of a sudden, then she started moving, too, moving her ass with me, saying, "Oh, dear God ... please don't make me stop! I can't help it Oh, Jack ... I love you ... don't stop."

Damn, man! That was the big one. That was it! We both knew exactly what we were doing and we wanted to keep at it. Fucking, sucking, no kind of sex I'd ever had was like that. I know it bothered her conscience and all some, but she just couldn't help it. She had to have my cock in her. She wanted me to fuck her as a sexy lover.

Your or some other shrink once told me that she had to make me as sexy and evil as she was. She had to have a very close loved one to share her perversions with, because if she didn't have this close love and acceptance of her being sex psycho, she couldn't live. It was tough enough as it was and that's why she had the big drinking problem ... why I got a problem with booze today sometimes, and I goof off and don't go to work half the time because I can always squeeze by on money from the trust fund my father left me.

The first time was the most painful ( mentally) for Mother. After that, whenever we fucked, she loved it! Like I told you before, I've never known a woman in my life who just loved to fuck so much. I never had any trouble making her have two, three or four orgasms before I shot off. I could make her come real easy every time we did it, and when Tony and Bernie and Max were with us, they used to go out of their skin watching me fuck Mother to about three screaming climaxes.

You know, I've always wondered why men ... guys who like dirty, perverted sex like I do ... why it psychs them up so damn much to watch Mom and me together.

But Mother had a lot more weird stuff going than just her boyfriends, I found out soon after I got home. See, there was this real poor couple lived just down the street, Mr. and Mrs. Torres, I think their name was. They didn't speak good English and they were both drunks, and then when the old man was sober, hell, he could never get a job for more than a day or two. We used to help them out some ... buy them a few groceries sometimes, and Mother used to have their teenage kids, Jaime and Rita, over for supper a lot.

Well, damn! The second night I was home, Jaime and Rita were over for supper and then Mom was letting them play Monopoly. Only she had a new twist; if a player went broke, or owed a lot of money, he could buy off the debt by giving the bank or the player he owed to, some of the clothes he was wearing. Naturally, Mother always beat the hell out of them. And I tell you the truth, I watched that damned game and my cock got hard and I was so damned horny I didn't know what to do!

"Oh, my goodness!" Mother was saying to Jaime. "You've landed on my hotels at Park Place and you owe me hundreds of dollars more than you have there. Let's see ... I'll help you take off those pants and we'll call it even."

Pretty soon, Rita was busted, too, and she owed Jaime a thousand, so he got her dress off, and she was sitting there with nothing but a pair of panties on! Damn, she had a sweet little ass ... crazy young body ... nice little teenie titties.

"Well, for goodness sake!" Mother exclaimed when Rita hit another block of her hotels on Atlantic, "now, we have to take those panties off for half of the debt ... and for the other half, oh, I'll just kiss that sweet little tummy ... oh-oh ... yummy yummy!"

Oh, shit, damn! Mother reached over and got off that kid's panties and she was kissing and licking right down by the fuzzy crack. I was about to shoot off in my pants, I know mother must have been creaming, but Jaime and Rita just laughed and giggled kind of ... pleasantly.

Those next two days I was home, was like a sex dream, man ... a wet dream. I went down on both those kids and so did Mother, and sometimes we'd all four get in bed together naked and fuck around, and I'd get so hot after sucking off Jaime and eating Rita's little pussy, I'd get to fucking with mother and watching the brother take up sucking Rita or fucking her, and we'd watch each other.

That damn Jaime! He could plug his sister until they had a mutual climax like a lot of married couples wish they could have. Jaime could fuck Mother and give her an orgasm too. Damn, that was something to look at, him fucking Mom, and that sweet little Rita's lips around my cock and her swallowing it all and saying my Mother had told her it was good for her ... like vitamins.

Then, Sunday afternoon, I'll be damned if their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Torres, and the kids, all came over to the house and, man, I thought the end was coming and we were going to jail. But, hell, no! Old Mr. Torres was loaded and he brought a full fifth, plus a half fifth of tequila with him. They wanted Mother and me to get drunk with them. Hell, neither one could speak over ten words of English and they were always bad-mouthing each other in Spanish and arguing like hell. No wonder the kids accepted the sex from Mother and never told their parents anything. But, you know, Doc, I had crazy ideas in my head about fucking their mother. I thought of two or three combinations we could have made and, damn! I sure would have loved to see that drunken old man get it hard and give it to his daughter ... or suck off his boy ... or get sucked off by one of them. Oh, hell, man, they were wild.

And Rita asked me to take her to the bathroom, because I had taken her in there and played around with her the day before. Her folks were so drunk they could have cared less (if they even noticed us going out into the hallway). Oh, damn! I was psyched to think I was going down on this sweet young pussy, while her mother and father weren't twenty feet away! Damn!

Mom had her a few kicks, too (I came twice in the bathroom with Rita). I watched her jack off Jaime twice under the table at the very same time she was trying to converse in basic words with Mrs. Torres about high food prices and how she could save a lot of money by walking the two extra blocks to the big discount supermarket.

That was some crazy and fucked up holiday, but goodl Oh, damn, that young stuff was good, and that Sunday bit with the parents there made it real weird sex ... yeah, I liked it....

Back at school, I found a new buddy named Millard. He was as crazy about sex as I was, and we shared a room and blew each other and had a few ass fucks, too. He'd had a grown woman seduce him on his paper route once, and he liked to listen to me tell him about my experiences when we screwed around. I liked Millard, and my crazy brain started working overtime too much again.