Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.

“I’m doing all right,” he always said with a grin like a
toothpaste commercial. “I’m all right at what I’m doing.”

Yes, Corey had it made. He had just turned twenty and had a
face that could turn crowds. His hair was lemon blond with
golden highlights, and he wore it forward and let the curly locks
fall where they may. He had the type of hair that always looked
sexy. When it needed trimming, he cut it himself.

“I do a better job than these trained sissies,” he always
said, and he always did.

Corey had lucky skin. He always had a suntanned look. No
matter what he ate or drank, he never broke out. “I never had a
pimple in my life,” he would say and quickly add, “and I’m just
plain addicted to cokes.”

Corey’s eyes were bright and belied his actual intelligence.
They looked either an intense green or a vivid blue, depending on
what he was wearing. When he wasn’t wearing anything, which was
often, they were sort of a light aquamarine.

Corey’s teeth were light, even and very strong. Sometimes
he would show off by uncapping coke bottles with them. The only
imperfect thing about his face was his nose which was broken. At
the age of ten, he had fallen off the back of a hay wagon and
nobody had bothered to have it reset. Still it was a good nose,
a sexy nose that complemented the perfect features of his face.
It crinkled easy when he laughed and was spattered with a sprin-
kling of small red freckles.

Corey would have looked a bit like the painting of Michael
the Archangel if it hadn’t been for the strength and the struc-
ture of his jawline and chin. It was a powerful feature and
hardened his otherwise angel-like face.

“It’s the only thing I got from my father,” he always said,
and it was. His beautiful handsome face topped one of the most
perfect bodies I’ve ever seen in New York City, in or out of the
gym.

“I don’t believe in exercise,” he would boast. “I just
screw — that’s why.” It was quite a way to grow.

His neck was muscular and topped off a torso that seemed
chiseled out of golden marble. He had what is called a washboard
stomach, flat and ridged with muscles. His buttocks were high
and indented on each side like a dancer’s. His thighs were
sinuous and his knees wicked. His calves were perfect. They
were all covered with mist-fine, tiny, blond hairs.

Corey walked slightly bow-legged, generally with his thumbs
hooked in his belt loops and his pelvis thrust forward as if he
were proud of what he had in his pants. He was. It almost
seemed sinful for the handsome boy to be also well hung, and well
hung he was.

There was a blond trail of soft hair under his navel that
led the way to a beautiful piece of meat. “It’s pretty, all
right,” he would say. “I wouldn’t part with it for the world.”
He didn’t have to. The world — that is, the buying world –
came to him. It was a perfect cock; pink, fat and fleshy. When
soft, it was five inches long; when it got hard, it measured
nearly ten inches of straight fat meat. The head of his cock was
larger than the width of the shaft and was an intense pink color.
His balls were huge and prompted a trick to remark that they
looked like a couple of door knobs in a chamois bag.

Corey never wore undies. “When you got it, flaunt it,” he
said. He had it all right.

Corey’s dress or uniform was most often a pair of tight
wheat jeans, brown leather boots and a light blue or yellow torso
T-shirt and a wheat denim jacket. Corey always wore a bandana of
blue or red or green loosely around his neck. “It adds a bit of
class,” he would tell his hustling cohorts.

Corey averaged generally two or three hundred dollars a
week, depending upon his mood and the generosity of his tricks.
And out of that he only spent seventy-five dollars to pay for his
hotel, meals, movies and other minor needs. The rest he socked
into the bank. “You ain’t going to catch me broke at thirty,” he
would say. “I’m building me a real nest egg.” And he would show
his fellow hustlers his savings account book, which as of this
day contained nine thousand one hundred and twenty-five dollars
and seventy-two cents. And he had only been hustling about
eighteen months.

Corey had come to New York City from a small college town in
West Virginia in April. Corey’s dad had been a miner, a drinking
one. He had been killed in a mining accident when Corey was
three. Corey’s mother, Bell, didn’t mind much because the old
man had been a prick of misery to live with. She just kept on
having children by various miners and collected her welfare
checks.

Her days were spent in front of the TV and her nights in the
United Mine Workers’ Club, Local 328. The eight kids didn’t cost
much to feed or clothe, and she had plenty left over out of the
checks to buy herself new Saturday night pretties from Montgomery
Ward’s to tempt the miners. She had a good figure, when she
wasn’t pregnant, and large breasts. And a not unattractive face.

She wore a dyed red page boy — her trademark during the
various fashion changes of hair. “When a body knows what looks
good on them, they keep it,” she always said. She was also
partial to open-toed silver shoes. They go with everything in
the evening, like Paris perfume. “It makes you feel like a real
class ass,” she said. She didn’t take too much notice of her
children nor they of her. Corey’s older sister Karen ran the
household as she had done since she was eight. Karen and Bell
rarely spoke. They went their separate ways.

Corey was the oldest boy and had worked hard since he was
six. First as a newspaper boy, then a delivery boy and later, at
the age of sixteen, he quit school and went to work with a con-
struction company.

He never had to go into the service. His mother, Bell,
claimed he was the sole supporter of her and the other seven
children. Corey’s life was pretty dull in West Virginia when he
wasn’t going to college. He was excluded by the bouncing group
of young people who ran around the town. His recreation consist-
ed of TV, pool and an occasional drive-in movie.

Corey wasn’t particularly interested in dating girls or
making friends. He was a loner, and he liked it that way. When
Corey turned eighteen, he began to get into the local college
hangout called The Cellar. It wasn’t until this time that he
began to realize that he was good looking.

Chic young college girls would ask him to dance. College
boys in tweeds eyed Corey outright and Corey was quite a contrast
to the pale college types. Corey always seemed to have a suntan
and his casual clothes appealed to the college girls.

About this time, Corey also met several young men at the bar
looking at him with more interest than usual. They were an
attractive group of boys. They always seemed to be together.
They laughed a lot and drank a lot and paid a lot of attention to
him. They were all sharply dressed.

One of them was better dressed than the others. His name
was B. J. Harrigan. He was a senior English major. BJ was tall,
dark and very handsome in sort of a Tyrone Power manner. BJ
always talked to Corey when he had the chance and would buy him
beers. Corey liked his company. He was a sharp guy, witty and
worldly-wise, and he was from New York City, which seemed an
enchanted place to be from to Corey.

One hot night in April Corey went to The Cellar and ran into
BJ who had been obviously drinking a bit.

“How’re you doing, kid?” greeted BJ.

“Fine,” replied Corey, “just fine.” BJ patted him on the
back.

“Let’s get a table, Corey,” said BJ. And he led him off to
a far off table which was covered with a red and white checked
table cloth. Ordinarily these tables were filled with young
couples drinking beer. It was a hot night, and they seem to have
foregone the heat of The Cellar for a swim in the lake. BJ got
the beer and settled down to talk.

BJ talked about what he was going to do after graduation in
New York City. And then he asked Corey what his plans were.

“I didn’t ask,” said Corey.

“Okay. Do you want to go to New York City? With your face
and body, you’d make a mint.”

“How?” asked Corey.

“Sell it, baby. Sell it,” said BJ.

“Sell what?” said Corey.

“Oh come on” said BJ. “What you’ve got in your pants.
You’ve got something down there, don’t you?”

“Sure I do,” said Corey. “I’m pretty well set up, at least
from what I’ve seen around the dressing rooms of the pool.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “How set up? I mean hard? I can see
you have a pretty well stuffed crotch.”

“I don’t know. I never measured it,” said Corey.

“You should, baby. You should,” said BJ, and he slipped his
hand under the table and squeezed Corey’s thigh.

Corey felt a moment of excitement pulse through his body at
BJ’s touch. He shuddered slightly and took a long drink of his
beer.

BJ didn’t remove his hand but watched Corey steadily for a
sign of an adverse reaction. There was none. With his other
hand, he drained his beer, and then from the inside of his jack-
et, he pulled out a flask.

“Want a boiler maker?” said BJ.

“Sure,” said Corey. “Why not.”

BJ poured a stiff bourbon into an extra glass and replaced
the flask. All this time his hand still remained on Corey’s
thigh. He pushed the glass towards Corey. Corey took a drink
and choked and grabbed his beer and drank it. His eyes were
teary and he blinked.

“Wow! Did you make that yourself?” he said.

“Hell, baby,” said BJ. “You’re just not used to the good
stuff.” And he squeezed the muscular flesh of Corey’s thigh.
They continued drinking and BJ’s fingers trailed up and down
Corey’s leg. Corey didn’t try to move away or say anything.

Finally after the third or fourth drink, BJ allowed his
fingers to crawl upwards to Corey’s well-stuffed crotch. Corey
didn’t flinch, but leaned back and spread his legs farther apart.
BJ could feel he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He ran his fin-
gers over the large balls under the shaft of Corey’s cock. He
could feel the cock stiffen slightly. BJ was beginning to get
very excited.

He looked around the bar cautiously, and nobody was paying
any attention to them, and the table cloth was long enough to
hide his actions. He took another long swallow of booze and
deftly unzipped Corey’s fly.

Corey’s fat cock fell out into his waiting hand. It was so
hot to the touch, so velvety smooth that BJ gasped. He squeezed
it for a moment.

“Baby, you could make a million off of this.” he said.

He forced both of Corey’s tight balls from the constrictions
of his tight pants and began playing with them.

“Hot damn!” said BJ. “They feel full of hot come.”

“I haven’t jacked off for more than two weeks,” said Corey.
“I just don’t dig it anymore.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go for a ride.
I think I could do something for you you’d like better than
jacking off.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “I’m game.” And he stuffed his cock
back into his pants.

They drained their beers and left. On their way out one of
BJ’s friends at the bar called out, “That’s the way to go, Betty
Jane.”

Corey looked at BJ and said, “What did he mean?”

“Nothing, baby. Nothing. She’s just jealous.”

They walked up the steps towards the sticky hot night air.
On the way up the steps, BJ watched Corey’s ass. It was beauti-
ful, young and muscular and nearly busting out of his tight wheat
jeans. They were so tight that his backside looked almost naked
in the dim light of the stairwell. BJ was so aroused that he bit
Corey lightly on the ass and muttered to himself, “Man, that’s
the eatingest stuff!”

The air was warm but refreshing. Corey stretched his body
and sucked in the night air.

“It’s good to get some fresh air after all that smoke.
Where’s your car?”

“Over there,” said BJ, pointing to a bright red MG of the
classic design.

Corey hopped over a parking meter and jumped into the car.

“Hey, I like this model,” he said.

BJ slipped behind the wheel and they zoomed off into the
night.

“Don’t talk,” said BJ. “Just drink.” He handed him the
flask which was still half full.

They drove for about twenty minutes through the hilly West
Virginia countryside. Finally BJ turned off the blacktop road to
a side dirt road that finally ended in a large field of daisies.
BJ drove right into the center of the field.

The moon was in its third quarter and shone brightly in the
mountains. The daisies in the field picked up the moonlight and
seemed to give off a glow of their own. BJ turned to Corey and
looked at him hungrily.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to give you the suck job of your
life.”

“Well,” Corey said, “I’m game if you are.”

BJ started unbuttoning Corey’s shirt. His hand felt the
strong pectoral muscles. He ran his fingers back and forth over
Corey’s nipples. They began to get hard. He helped him out of
his shirt, and then he knelt down and pulled off Corey’s shoes
and socks.

He unhooked Corey’s belt buckle and unzipped his pants and
pulled him out of his pants.

“My God!” said BJ. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a
gorgeous body or piece of meat.”

BJ got on the floor of the small cramped car and put his
mouth on the head of Corey’s cock. Corey grinned and grabbed BJ
by the head and pushed him all the way down on it. He never had
been sucked before, but he took to it like a fish takes to water.
BJ sucked wildly on Corey’s hot cock which was throbbing in his
mouth so much that he thought it was going to shake out his
brains.

BJ sucked wildly up and down on the stiff cock and then he
pulled his mouth off and began running his tongue over the cock
and down Corey’s balls. He managed to stuff both the balls in
his mouth and began sucking on them. Corey leaned back and was
groaning loudly.

“Get up on the back of the car,” said BJ.

Corey did. He got up on the back of the car with his legs
spread apart. BJ knelt on the car seat. He continued sucking on
Corey’s balls.

“Spread your legs apart wider and lie back,” BJ said.

Corey lay back across the back of the car and spread his
legs as far apart as he could. BJ put his hands under Corey’s
legs and lifted his legs slightly in the air. Then he put his
mouth to Corey’s asshole and began to suck on it. He ran his
tongue in and out of Corey’s hot asshole.

“That’s great, baby. That’s great. Do it some more. Do it
deeper.” Corey raved on.

BJ plunged his tongue up as far as it could go. In and out.
In and out of the soft juicy asshole. BJ ate his ass for about
twenty minutes. Corey thought he was going to go out of his mind
with passion. Several times he had to sort of squeeze his cock
because he was afraid it was going to come.

Finally BJ said, “Stand up.”

Corey stood up on the back of the car and BJ knelt on his
knees in front of him and began sucking on his cock wildly. He
pulled off.

“Turn around,” BJ said. Corey turned around, and BJ ran his
tongue up the back of his leg to his ass. “Bend over, baby.
Bend over and pull your cheeks apart.” Corey did and BJ started
eating his ass again.

BJ liked to eat ass as much as he liked to fuck. Corey was
moaning loudly as BJ ran his tongue in and out of his ass, and he
pulled his cheeks farther apart. BJ crawled between Corey’s legs
and began to such his hot tool once again.

Corey grabbed BJ by the back of his head and fucked his
mouth wildly, forcing his ten inches down BJ’s throat. BJ pulled
Corey down to his knees as he lay back on the trunk of the car.
BJ spit on his hands and stuck a finger into Corey’s asshole.

Corey grunted, but liked the feel of the finger in his ass,
keeping the same rhythm as his cock, thrusting his rod into BJ’s
ravenous mouth. With his other hand, BJ unzipped his own fly and
began to jerk himself off as he sucked Corey.

He could feel the head of Corey’s cock swelling inside of
his mouth, and he knew that Corey was getting ready to come.

Corey cried, “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m
going to…..”

Suddenly Corey’s whole body stiffened as he unleashed great
jets of his come into BJ’s mouth. BJ groaned and worked on his
own prick. He began shooting as he drank Corey’s hot semen. It
didn’t seem to end. BJ had never sucked off anyone who had shot
as much before.

His foot hit the horn of the car which began blowing as BJ
swallowed the last drop of Corey’s cream. Corey was panting and
beads of perspiration were dripping off his chest onto BJ’s face.
He moved off BJ and lay back on the trunk of the car. “My God!
That felt great, BJ!” Corey exclaimed.

“Beat’s jacking off, doesn’t it?” BJ smiled, and he gave
Corey a cigarette.

“It sure does,” said Corey.

The two of them lay there smoking their cigarettes for
awhile.

Finally BJ said, “This is the first time anything happened
to you like this, Corey?”

“Yes,” Corey replied, “it is.”

“Jesus,” said BJ. “I don’t know whether to feel crummy or
not.”

“Don’t,” said Corey. “You fuck great. Just great.”

“I’d like to give you something,” said BJ.

“Why,” said Corey, puzzled.

“Because you gave me something. Hey, you’re not wearing a
watch. Do you own one?”

“No,” said Corey.

“Well, here. Take mine. I insist. It’s a very good one.
Cost my dad a hundred fifty bucks.” Corey hesitated. “Come on.
Take it.” And he handed it to him.

Corey took it. It was a magnificent watch. Corey never had
anything so nice. He put it on and held it up and admired it.

“Thanks, BJ. I’ll always keep this.”

“Don’t thank me, kid. I thank you. You know, Corey, I was
serious about what I said before. You could make a million in
New York City.”

“How do you mean?”

“Just do what you did for me. Just lay back.”

“And,” said Corey.

“And guys would pay you very well.”

“Yeh? They would?” said Corey.

“Sure they would. You got a great face, a beautiful body
and a tremendous piece of meat.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” said Corey. And they both got
dressed.

BJ started up the car, and they drove away, away from the
field of daisies, the moonlight and innocence.

*****

Corey did think about it. First he had to get out of West
Virginia and secondly, he felt he could make a go of it because
he was everything BJ said he was. He was handsome, he was built,
and he was well hung. In fact, he enjoyed being fucked.

Another month passed. Corey saw BJ regularly. Each time it
was exciting to him, and each time BJ gave him a present. Some-
thing Corey wanted but could never buy for himself. Then May
came and BJ graduated and Corey was once again alone. Summer
came and passed uneventfully.

Corey spent as much time away from home as possible. From
the beginning of September, Corey had gone to the local swimming
pool, his usual weekend hangout. He didn’t like the lake. He
like to see where he was swimming.

It was late afternoon and he had fallen asleep on one of the
lounges. Everybody had gone. Corey was the last person there,
but he didn’t know it. He had fallen asleep. He had gotten a
golden tan. His pair of white tight swim trunks emphasized his
beautiful body and fallen basket.

He lay sleeping lightly. He was not aware that he was being
watched by the lifeguard, Rick. He was a handsome Italian boy.
His thick black hair and very, very dark tan and very bright blue
eyes made him strikingly handsome.

Rick had been watching Corey for some time. He’d noticed
him before. Rick was muscular and looked very straight. He
couldn’t help noticing Corey’s large basket, and he was wondering
what it would be like to suck him off.

Rick got up from watching Corey and walked toward him. He
admired Corey’s beautiful body. He couldn’t take his eyes off
the bulging crotch. As he approached Corey he allowed his hand
to brush lightly across Corey’s crotch. Corey’s cock bounced
inside his trunks and he stirred slightly in his sleep. Rick was
determined to have Corey before the afternoon was out.

“Hey,” he said, “wake up.”

“What…huh?” Corey said, and slowly opened his eyes. He
smiled and said, “Have I slept past closing time?”

Rick smiled back and said, “just about. You’re the only one
here except me.”

Corey got up and stretched, and as he did, his white swim
trunks pulled off slightly over his buttocks, and Rick could see
the fine blonde hairs that trailed down Corey’s ass.

“Are you in a hurry?” said Rick.

“No, I’m not,” said Corey. “I don’t have any place to go.”

“Why don’t you give me a hand in closing up, and I’ll take
you for a beer afterwards.”

“Fine,” said Corey.

Corey and Rick locked up the place, put the chains across
the fences and straightened up all the deck chairs.

“You feel like a shower?” said Rick.

“Sure,” said Corey. “I feel sort of sticky. I guess I’ll
take one.”

They went into the men’s shower room. Corey was out of his
tight pants in no time. Rick almost gasped when he say Corey’s
free-hanging large cock. Rick stepped out of his own trunks. He
was very well built too. He had a fine muscular tan body, small
tight attractive ass and a rather fat uncircumcised piece of
meat.

Rick couldn’t contain himself and started to get an erection
and turned away from Corey and pretended that he was beginning to
soap himself up. Corey smiled to himself. He knew he was making
Rick very nervous. And he began to run the water and began to
elaborately soap his own body. He ran his hand all over his own
body and got it covered with soap and then he began to soap his
cock. He could see Rick watching him.

As he continued soaping it, his cock started to get hard.
It was starting to stick out stiff and Rick was beginning to
breath heavy. Corey stepped under the shower and washed off all
the soap. He turned his back to Rick to tease him a little bit
more. He could hear Rick breathing heavily. His cock was just
about fully hard now, and he turned around and revealed himself
to Rick.

Rick gasped at the sight of his stiff ten inches and immedi-
ately fell to his knees and began sucking it. Rick tried to
force the entire thing into his mouth but he just couldn’t take
it, and he choked and pulled off for a minute. He looked up at
Corey with tearing eyes.

“My God! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” he said.

Corey said, “You like it? Suck on it some more.”

Rick ran his tongue back and forth across Corey’s cock.
Corey made his cock twitch and jump in mid-air.

Rick worked his tongue rapidly up and down Corey’s giant
shaft and began to circle the huge pink head of it with his
tongue. A drop of glistening liquid appeared in the hole of
Corey’s cockhead. Rick lapped on it and began to run his tongue
back and forth across the cockhole.

Corey stared down at the handsome fellow and watched the
frantic movements.

He ran his tongue under Corey’s cock and onto Corey’s balls.
He lapped at Corey’s balls like a thirsty dog, and he began to
run his tongue under the balls.

Rick lay down on the tile floor oblivious to the running
water and said to Corey, “Sit on my face.”

Corey squatted over Rick’s face so that Rick could tongue
fuck his ass. Corey rolled his ass in a circular motion as Rick,
panting, ran his wet, hard tongue as far up Corey’s ass as he
could get it.

Rick said, “Jack yourself off while I eat your asshole.”

“Okay,” said Corey.

Corey was hot as an August sun and in no time at all he felt
the come begin to make its way towards its destination.

“I’m going to come,” said Corey. “You want to take it?”

“Come in your hand,” said Rick and continued sucking Corey’s
ass.

Corey cupped his hand as his giant cock began to spurt
cream. His large hand filled up with the juice and overflowed a
bit. Rick scooted around to the front of Corey and said, “Let me
eat it out of your hand.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “It’s all yours.”

Rick now fell on his knees and lapped Corey’s hot come out
of his hand. Rick finished and licked off Corey’s fingers until
there wasn’t a drop of juice left.

“Man, that was tasty stuff,” said Rick to Corey. “It was a
real hot juicy load. I hope you let me eat you often.”

“Sure,” said Corey, “any time you want.”

Rick said, “Will you sit on my face again while I jack
myself off? I’m so hot I can’t stand it.”

“Sure,” said Corey.

Rick laid out on the floor again and Corey sat over his
face, and while Rick ate his ass, he jacked himself off. Rick
came in no time. Just as he shot, he rammed his whole face into
Corey’s ass and gave Corey’s asshole a slight, tender little bit.

“Jesus,” said Rick, “I feel better. Let’s continue our
shower.”

Both boys showered. Rick dried off Corey’s back for him and
they got dressed. Corey noticed the gold chain that Rick was
wearing around his neck.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“That’s my zodiac sign,” said Rick. “I’m Aries, the ram.”

“Oh yeah,” said Corey.

“When were you born?” asked Rick.

“April 9th,” said Corey.

“Hey, you’re a ram too. Figures. Hey, I’ll tell you what.
I’ll give you this for a present for letting me have your cock.”

Rick took the gold chain off and put it around Corey’s neck.

“Thanks,” said Corey. “Thanks a lot for the chain. I
really like it. I’ve never had anything like this.”

Rick said, “Do you need a lift into town? I’ve got my motor
scooter here.”

Corey said, “Sure. I’d appreciate it if you’d drop me off.”

The two boys hopped on the motor scooter and sped into town.
Rick dropped Corey off at the corner of the main street.

“Thanks for the chain,” said Corey again. “I’ll see you
around.”

“Sure,” said Rick, “Any time. It was my pleasure,” and he
sped off.

It was a nice evening and Corey decided to walk home instead
of taking the bus. He got into the house around seven o’clock.
He was very tired from the sun and from his activity in the
shower. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass
of orange juice and then he made himself a peanut butter and dill
pickle sandwich.

After Corey ate his peanut butter sandwich and drank his
orange juice, he went upstairs to his attic room for a nap. It
was clouding up outside. It looked like they were going to have
a summer rain. Cool breezes began to flow through the attic room
which was generally very hot.

Corey took off his clothes and laid down on his bed naked
except for the medal that was around his neck. He looked at it
once again and he got up, went over to the dresser and opened up
a cigar box in which he kept several of his favorite possessions.

In there was the watch that BJ had given him, a pair of cuff
links and a ring, all gifts from BJ. He took the medal off and
dropped it into the cigar box and went back to the bed and laid
down again.

Cool air was rushing through the room, and it was comfort-
able lying there as the air caressed his beautiful body.

Corey’s tan was a deep, golden brown and the line of his
bathing suit emphasized the largeness of his cock. He ran his
hand down over his body and played with his cock a little while.
He thought about what had just happened to him and how much he
had enjoyed it. He also thought about going to New York City.

He stood up again and went over to the broken full length
mirror beside his bed. He examined his face and body in the
mirror. He could make it as a hustler, he thought to himself,
and he made up his mind then and there to go to New York City.

Corey had saved about ninety dollars out of his money, and
he figured that was probably enough to get him there.

He laid back down on the bed thinking about New York City
and dropped off to a sound sleep.

That Friday after pay day he took thirty more dollars and
added it to his New York City kitty. It now came to one hundred
and twenty dollars. He put the rest in an envelope and sealed
it. Everybody in the house was out. It was the perfect time for
him to leave. He had no feeling of connection for the rest of
his family except perhaps for his older sister.

He wrote a note on the envelope saying, “I’m going to New
York City. I’ll write soon. Corey.”

He packed a few clothes in a small leather suitcase that BJ
had given him and then he rolled his money in a handkerchief and
pinned it inside of his shirt and walked out the door, never
looking back.

He headed for the north bound highway. He decided to hitch-
hike to New York City to save money. He got a ride in about
fifteen minutes. An elderly couple picked him up and took him as
far as the north side of Pittsburgh. After getting out and
thanking the couple for the ride, he crossed the highway to a
filling station and treated himself to a coke. After he drank
his coke he asked the filling station attendant if he could use
the rest room.

He went and peed, washed off his face and went back out. He
asked the young attendant which is the best direction to go to
New York City. The attendant pointed to a northbound highway and
Corey got down, sat on his suitcase and waited.

He didn’t wait long until a long, white Eldorado pulled up.
Inside were two guys in their thirties.

“Hi! Jump in,” said the one nearest Corey. “Where are you
headed?”

“I’m trying to get to New York City,” explained Corey.

“Great,” said the guy. “We’re going as far as New Jersey.”

Corey got in. Both the men were fairly attractive and they
gave Corey an appreciative look.

“My name’s Eric,” said the driver. “This is my friend
Danny. We both live in New Jersey. We’ve been visiting my
parents.”

“My name’s Corey,” said Corey, “and I’m going to New York
City to work.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “What do you work at?”

“Nothing yet,” said Corey, “but I think I can get a job
doing something.”

Danny nudged Eric and winked at him and said, “I’m sure
you’ll make out.”

The three of them drove along for about two hours swapping
jokes, smoking, and skirting the subject of sex.

“You hungry, Corey?” asked Eric.

“Sort of,” said Corey.

“We’ll turn off at the next Howard Johnsons.”

They drove for about a half hour more, and they turned off
the Pennsylvania Turnpike to one of the Howard Johnson’s restau-
rants. They went inside and had a hamburger and a cup of coffee.
It was about ten o’clock in the evening.

As they started to go, Eric grabbed Corey’s check and said,
“No, that’s okay. It’s on me. You’ll need all the money you can
get when you get to New York.”

When they got back to the car they decided to put the top
up. Corey got back in the back and stretched out. Driving
always tired him out. He closed his eyes for a moment and was
soon fast asleep.

Eric looked over at his sleeping and noticed for the first
time how really big Corey’s basket was. He nudged his friend
Danny and said, “Take a glance back there and I’ll hold the wheel
for you. It looks like he’s got a real piece of meat on him,
this kid.”

Danny looked back and said, “Wow. I’d love to suck on
that.”

Eric says, “I think he can be had. What say I give it a
go?”

“Okay, baby. It’s your funeral if he starts a fight.”

They let Corey sleep for about half an hour. As he was
sleeping, Eric ran his hand back and forth over Corey’s leg, not
quite daring to feel his basket. He noticed that his cock was
jumping in his pants every time he came close to it with his
hand.

Finally, Eric let his hand grope Corey’s crotch. He felt it
and rubbed his hand back and forth over it as Corey opened his
eyes and smiled at him.

“You want some of this?” said Corey, and he began to undo
his pants.

Corey unzipped his pants and pulled them down so that his
cock flopped free and also released his balls.

“Jesus,” said Eric.

Danny glanced back and almost wrecked the car.

Eric crawled in the back and helped Corey out of his pants.
Corey laid back and Eric started running his tongue across
Corey’s chest sucking on the chest hairs. Then he ran his tongue
down toward his navel.

He French-kissed his navel for a while and then kissed him
all over his stomach and crotch, finally letting his mouth down
on the end of it and began to suck on it hungrily.

Danny was watching the whole business in the mirror while he
was driving, and he was getting hotter and hotter.

They approached a truck stop, and he pulled off the road,
and he too climbed in the back. They got Corey up on his knees
and, while Eric was sucking on Corey’s cock, Danny was on the
floor with his face in Corey’s ass rimming him.

They were both sucking at him like mad and groping each
other while they were doing it.

Corey spread his legs, and both of them put their mouths on
one of his balls and began to each suck one. Eric pulled off of
Corey’s balls and began sucking him again. They took turns
sucking him.

Corey said, “I’m coming close to coming,” just as Danny was
now on him.

All of a sudden the whole back of the car shook and Corey
shot his hot load into Danny’s mouth. Danny gobbled at it and
let it fill his mouth, but he didn’t swallow it. He held it in
his mouth. It was quite a mouthful. Some of it dribbled out of
the corner of his mouth and he grabbed Eric and kissed him and
shared the come with Eric.

Eric French kissed Danny hungrily drinking in some of
Corey’s cum while he did it.

Corey laid back and watched them. He had never seen any-
thing like this happen before, but it didn’t turn off. The two
of them finally stopped necking and smiled at Corey.

Danny says, “Man, that’s one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever
sucked in my whole life. I’m sure you’ll do all right in New
York, kid. I don’t think you have anything to worry about
there.”

“With a piece like that, kid, you’ll make a million, a
million. If you play your cards right you’ll become one of New
York’s top hustlers in no time. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give
you a little bit of advice. Two things. Save your money and
don’t fuck back, and you’ll make a mint.”

“Thanks,” said Corey. “I’ll take your advice. I save my
money anyway, and I don’t think I’d dig sucking anybody’s cock.”

The guys got back in the front of the car and Corey got
dressed, just in time, as a truck pulled into the truck stop. It
had been blinking its lights and was followed in by a man in a
sports car.

The two guys looked at each other and winked and said, “It
must be the atmosphere of the place. I think somebody else is
going to get sucked off here too.”

Then they started the car and drove off.

It was about two-thirty in the morning when the boys reached
their destination where they had to turn off from the New Jersey
Turnpike. They stopped the car.

They said to Corey, “You’ll be able to get a bus here into
New York if you don’t get a ride. They come along about every
twenty minutes.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey as he got out.

One of the two reached into his pockets and pushed a twenty
dollar bill into Corey’s hand.

“Good luck,” he said. “Take this. You may need it.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey.

“See you around, I hope.”

And the two guys drove off.

*****

Corey waited for a few minutes and a bus approached. He
waved it down and got on.

“Does this take me into New York City?” he asked the driver.

“Sure, Mack. We get into the Port Authority Bus Station in
about forty minutes.”

Corey went to the back of the bus and sat down in one of the
available seats. He could hardly control his excitement. He was
almost in New York City.

As they were driving in, he could see the lights of the city
and all the tall buildings he had read about and seen in the
movies. He was like a small child staring out the window, almost
gasping at the sights.

He was very disappointed when they finally had to go through
the tunnel. But all of a sudden the bus drove out and they were
in the city itself.

The bus pulled into the Port Authority about three-thirty in
the morning. Corey got out with the rest of the people. He
wasn’t sure exactly where he was going but he didn’t care. He
was in New York City at last.

He walked through Port Authority, stopping to buy himself a
pack of Juicy Fruit gum and go to the rest room. He came out
into the night air.

Immediately he spotted a buy who looked like a fellow co-
hustler. He went over to the young kid and asked him where 42nd
Street was. The boy looked at him rather incredulously.

He said, “It’s up that way, man. It’s a little late to make
out.”

Corey said, “I’m not going to make out. I’m going to try to
get myself a place to stay.”

“Try the Hotel Dixie,” said the boy. “It’s not too expen-
sive and it’s right on 42nd Street.”

“Thanks,” said Corey, and he threw his bag over his shoulder
and took off.

42nd Street late in the morning is a pretty dreary sight.
These people were faggots that don’t make out, hustlers and
whores who have, and quite a few cops. But to Corey’s eyes it
was a magic street. He marveled at all the movies.

He had never seen so many movie theatres in his life before.
They only had two in West Virginia. Corey was quite a movie fan.

He walked down the street and stopped to look in the store
windows and see the jazzy clothes. He made a mental note that
he’d have to buy himself a few new things when he started making
some money.

He looked briefly into the porno shops. That sort of thing
didn’t turn him on. He was curious about how much the males got
paid for posing in the nude. He knew that he had more meat soft
than most of them had hard. He vowed that he was going to find
out and see if he could break into the business.

After strolling up and down 42nd Street for about twenty
minutes, he thought perhaps he’d better go get his hotel room.
So he went into the lobby of the Hotel Dixie.

Behind the desk was a large, tough looking blonde about
forty-five.

“What do you want, honey?” she said.

“I need a room,” said Corey.

“You got money, kid?” she said.

“Sure, I’ve got money. I brought some with me.”

“Are you new in town?” asked the woman. “You look new.”

“I just got in tonight from West Virginia,” said Corey. “A
friend of mine recommended the hotel.”

“Hmmm,” she grunted. “It couldn’t have been much of a
friend. Well, sure, kid, we’ve got rooms, plenty of rooms. I’ll
give you a good rate. You want to stay here permanent?”

“Probably, for the time being,” said Corey.

“Fine. It’s nice to have a good-looking young kid around.
You a hustler?”

“What?” said Corey.

“Come on, honey. Are you a hustler?”

Corey just looked at her.

“Well, it don’t matter if you don’t want to tell me. All I
can say is, keep your nose clean. Don’t have any trouble in the
room, and we’ll get along just fine. I hear no evil, see no evil
and speak no evil. By the way, my name is Roberta, but you can
call me Bobbie.”

“My name’s Corey.”

“Corey. Hmmm,” grunted Roberta. “That’s a catchy name.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a room on the twenty-second
floor. Suit you fine?”

“Twenty-second! Jesus,” said Corey. “I don’t think I’ve
ever been up that high before.”

“Well,” said Roberta. “It’s a lot cooler up that high.
Here’s the key. Just show it to the elevator operator and he’ll
show you which direction to go to your room.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot, Bobbie,” said Corey. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”

“Sure, kid. Sure.”

She went back to her National Inquirer.

The elevator operator was an aged man, probably about seven-
ty-five, who insisted on wearing a Beatles’ style cheap wig. You
could see the line of grey hair in the back of his neck. It was
very obvious that it was a wig, and Corey could hardly keep from
laughing outloud.

He reached the twenty-second floor and the elevator operator
leaned out, grunted something, and pointed down the hall. Corey
assumed that that was the direction of his room. He got out,
looked around him.

It was sort of shoddy, with a jungle-like wall paper on the
walls, which was coming down in many places. Corey walked down
the hall. As he passed on room he could hear moans on the in-
side. Obviously somebody was having sex.

He listened for a minute.

He could hear the woman sighing, “Take me, fuck me, fuck
me,” and he could hear the sound of a cock going in and out of
her cunt.

It didn’t interest him, so he walked on down and found his
room, which was number 227. He put the key in the door and
opened the room. The room was small, but comfortable enough. It
had a twin bed in it,m a dresser, and a sink in the corner of the
room. It had one large window.

Corey went over to the window. It had a fairly good view.
He looked out. He got dizzy. He had never been that high before
in his life.

He looked around and noticed on the wall that there was a
sign saying the bathroom and shower were down the hall. He
decided to himself that as soon as he started making good money
he would move into a room that had a private bath.

*****

Corey was tired and hot from the ride and decided that he
needed a shower. A paper-wrapped piece of soap was lying on the
dresser. He went down the hall to find the shower.

He found the bathroom in no time. He was a little annoyed
to find a note on the door saying, “The door doesn’t lock.
Please knock before entering.”

He knocked. Nobody said anything, so he went in. The room
was empty. Corey stripped down and climbed into the shower. He
turned it on fairly hot and began to wash himself.

After he finished taking a shower, he stepped out and was
drying himself with a towel when the door opened.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said the man.

His eyes were glued to Corey’s crotch.

Corey said, “That’s okay. They should have a lock on the
door.”

The man said, “I just have to take a quick piss. Do you
mind?”

“Go right ahead,” said Corey, and continued to dry himself.

The man went over to the john and began pissing. He was
about forty-five years old and was beginning to get bald in the
front. After he finished, he shook himself off and flushed the
john.

The man turned back and watched Corey drying himself. He
just stood there. His eyes were fixed on Corey.

Corey was rubbing his skin vigorously with a towel and
looked up and noticed the man staring at him. The man was admir-
ing Corey’s large cock.

“How would you like to get that thing sucked off?” said the
man.

Corey smiled to himself. He thought, I might as well start
off in New York on the right foot.

He said, “I only do it for money.”

The man said, “That’s okay, baby. I’ve got fifteen bucks on
me. That’s all I got. You can have that.

“Fine,” said Corey.

The man gave him the fifteen bucks and Corey put it into the
pocket of his pants that were hanging on the back of the door.

The man said to Corey, “Come over here near the door, and
keep your hand on it so that nobody comes in.”

Corey did. He stood there with his legs spread apart, with
his huge cock hanging halfway down his thigh. The man knelt
down. He took both of Corey’s balls in his hands and began to
lick them.

After he had covered Corey’s balls with moisture, he took
the half hard prick and jammed it into his mouth. He groaned as
he tasted the firm young flesh of Corey’s juicy cock.

The man began to suck on Corey, rhythmically. Corey’s cock
bounced hard in no time. Corey kept his left foot jammed against
the door in case anybody might try to get in.

The man went to Corey’s cock hungrily. He groaned as he
sucked on the big joint. His hands played with Corey’s huge
balls as his mouth worked back and forth on his joint.

Corey thought to himself that he would come quickly and get
it over with. He didn’t care too much for the man, and besides,
the man had only given him fifteen dollars. He stiffened his
legs slightly and began to concentrate on coming.

The man was a very good cock sucker. He was able to take
most of Corey’s cock in his mouth, and he was going at it like a
hungry man. The man took his head off Corey’s cock and looked at
it.

He said, “Oh, baby, what a great cock you have. I want you
to come in my mouth, come real quick. I want you to come and
shoot in my mouth, and I’m going to eat it.”

Corey said, “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

The man went back on it and started sucking wildly. Corey
tensed his muscles. He could feel the come starting to build up.
His whole cock swelled up inside the man’s mouth.

Corey grabbed the guy by the ears and said, “Take it. I’m
going to shoot. I’m going to shoot.”

Corey shot again, his second time for the night. He pumped
his cock wildly into the man’s hungry mouth. The man swallowed
his cum eagerly. He swallowed every last drop of it. He kept
sucking on Corey’s cock, trying to get more cum out of it.

“That’s all there is,” said Corey. “Ain’t no more. ”

The guy got up, brushed off his knees and smiled. He said,
“That’s the best piece of meat I’ve ever had in my life, baby.
I’d give you more than fifteen bucks, but that’s all I’ve got. I
live down in 734. Any time you want to get rid of a load and
make a few bucks, knock on my door. My name’s Ed. What yours?”

“My name is Corey.”

“Well, Corey,” said Ed, squeezing Corey’s cock, “I hope I
can have it again. And he turned and walked out the door.

Corey went over to the sink and washed off his cock and
balls. He dried himself and got dressed. He went back to his
room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began figuring out
his money. He added the fifteen dollars that he had just make to
the hundred and twenty that he had when he left West Virginia,
and the twenty he made off the buys on the road.

That made one hundred and fifty-five dollars. And he hadn’t
spent a cent of his own money yet. He wrapped the money back up
into the handkerchief and looked around the room for a good place
to hide it.

He looked in the closet. It had been papered with oil
cloth, and at one corner the oil cloth was coming loose. Corey
stuck his money on the inside of that and figured nobody could
find that.

He went back to the bed and laid down, happy that he was in
New York and on his way to making a mint. He fell quickly
asleep.

*****

It was about two in the afternoon when Corey woke up.
“Jesus,” he said when he looked at his watch. “I slept the
entire day away.”

He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth and washed up. He got
his money out of the closet and took out five dollars and put it
back. Then he went out and got the elevator. There was a dif-
ferent man on now, a rather far, sweaty looking man.

He went down to the lobby of the hotel.

“Slept a little late, honey,” said Roberta, who was still
sitting there reading the same National Inquirer.

“Yes, I was tired.”

He told her that he would like to change rooms, that he
would like to have a better room one with a private bath. The
woman grinned.

“Well, kid,” she said. “You must be doing okay. Sure.
I’ll fix you up. I’ll fix you up in a real nice room. I’ll have
it ready for you when you get back. Going out and making a
little more money, kid?”

“No, ma’am,” said Corey. “I’m going out to relax a while.
There’s a movie down the street I’d like to see. It’s the latest
Walt Disney film.”

“Have fun, honey,” she said. “Have fun, and I’ll see you when
you get back.”

Corey walked through the door and out into the bright sun-
light. He was happy, happy with himself and happy with New York
City.

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I’m going to make it in New York
City. I’ll just remember the motto: Save money and don’t fuck
back.”

He walked down the street through the carnival-like mob of
infamous 42nd Street of New York City. He was an outstanding
looking boy in a city of handsome boy, a confident boy in a city
of indifference, an innocent boy in an atmosphere of perversion.

Corey walked on sort of aimlessly, lost in the heat of the
mob. He almost walked by the theater that was showing the Disney
film, which he anxiously wanted to see.

The man in the ticket booth smiled gingerly at Corey as he
approached.

“What time is the next show?” asked Corey.

“Well, er…it just went on twenty minutes ago. You’re a
little late. The next show starts two hours from now.”

Corey frowned and glanced up and down the block. He decided
to forget the Disney film and started towards the corner.

“Er, sir, can I suggest something? Perhaps a little relief
from the sticky weather would be nice? Er, the theater is air
conditioned,” said the man in the booth.

“Hmm, that’s true. But I hate walking in on a movie,”
replied Corey.

“Well, er, if I may be so forward, I’d like to offer you our
hospitality suite where you can sit and relax before the next
show. I, er, myself am off work in a couple of minutes and, er,
I’d be happy to engage you in a little company.”

Corey had sensed the man’s growing interest long before this
obvious pitch and enjoyed watching the man sweat under his meek
efforts.

“Well, why not? I guess I could use some relaxation.”

He and the cashier entered the theater through a side door.
They walked along a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked
Private.

“You, er, live nearby?” asked the seemingly awkward man.

“Yes. Just in from West Virginia. My first trip to New
York. Say, thanks for the free entrance.”

The man eyed Corey’s bulge and while glaring at it, muttered
in a trance-like voice, “You can have free entrance to my theater
whenever you allow me a little free entrance to your asshole.”

Corey pretended shock and brought the poor, embarrassed man
back to his senses.

“This is your theater?”

“Yes. And, er, as a matter of fact, it’s not only that, er,
it’s a front for a male, er, whorehouse.”

It was difficult for him to say it and he gulped the last
words, looking every bit the moron.

Corey was very excited by the discovery and thought of how
very, very lucky he had been so far.

“Well, Mr…”

“Pandy. And yours?” He smacked his lips and his wet tongue
slid out.

“Corey. I’m interested in your other business, Pandy. I
was just thinking about doing a little of that stuff for some
good bread. What’s the deal?”

Pandy’s eyes were all over Corey’s body and he edged his way
closer. Finally, a trembling extended hand fumbled its way onto
Corey’s cock. He rubbed it for a while without looking at Corey.
The cock grew, and the hand on it relaxed.

“Why don’t we see, Corey, if, er, you’re all you look to be.
Er, okay?”

Corey smiled sweetly at Pandy and showed him pearly whites
and two dimples to boot.

“Lie down, darling, on the sofa and unzip your pants.”

Corey followed instructions and made sure the blond hairs of
his shaft grew out of the opening in his pants.

Pandy knelt down and cupped the organ between his hands. He
face pressed down on it, and his tongue darted out.

Corey felt his cock going into the wide, wet mouth. He was
thinking of how easy things turned out and how easy they would
still be.

Pandy’s slurps were loud and Corey felt that the entire area
of his shaft was submerged in hot, soapy water.

Corey was about to come and began to spew forth his juice.
Pandy watched and sucked and watched. His eyes bulged out and
his mouth went from the cock to a big wide grin.

“You’ll find a very pleasant career here with us, Corey.
All the contacts are here to be made. All the hustling you can
handle with top paying, er, faggots. Welcome, Corey, to the
House of Cockamania!”

Indeed, Corey stood erect and with head held high grasped
the man’s hand and said, “I shall do my best, Pandy, and for the
best!”

Yes, New York smiled down at Corey’s bulge and provided well
with the lucky breaks and good shakes.

–

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at)

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, “Well what do we have here?” I stood there and said nothing. That’s when he said that I shouldn’t be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That’s when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn’t do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick.

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth.

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man’s already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That’s when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it.

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn’t resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven.

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said “Same time – same place.”

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now.

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Chapter One

———–

After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Anton had lain

awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel

from the wash-station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down.

His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left

hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his

balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other

hand was flat on his stomach. His penis lay where it had flopped, the

glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring.

The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin

of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a

thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they

reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second

finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few

pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scro-

tum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and

hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in

size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank,

and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re-

assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and

perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his

hand, the shaft supported itself.

He switched on the bedlight, and lay admiring the growing weapon.

By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the

taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum-surface of

his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this

time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the

flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed

down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the

shaft enough to clear the rim.

The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below

the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its

last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his

plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much

to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member

wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the

picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He

held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but

making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally

pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvi-

ous reaction in his tool.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand

down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod

of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated.

Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled -

full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the

curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As

the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.

Relaxed – pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres-

sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress

the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had

formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point

as a lubricant.

He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat-

dewed face, mouth wide open in rictus of excitement; between the tun-

nel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm

neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he

left the plateau for the summit.

Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book,

placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of

the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could

stare at it.

And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser

grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a

tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen-

sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging

into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt

the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet

twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was

lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would

come! He would come!

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad

was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his

body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was

obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the

air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but

this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly

down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,

but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye

of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then

wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re-

maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of

his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped

the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be-

low his glans, wouldn’t stick too painfully when it had return to the

protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the

towel under his prick’s tip to mop up any last weeping.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over

on his side to sleep.

Chapter Two

———–

Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand

quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His

hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,

but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. An-

ton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated ex-

pression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the

prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and

closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s

hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this

language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away

inside his trousers?

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a

friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more

than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistake-

able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated

the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you

want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly

doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him pa-

tiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed

at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He

closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The pa-

tient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore-

finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared.

He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself

at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement – the lower hand

a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat

platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand

formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be-

tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping

enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing

it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the

surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be

brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping

his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a

smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it.

Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside

his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead.

At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his

hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his

ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau-

dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning,

“Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?”

Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his

balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this

at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus;

even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds

at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one – a better one

than a quick hand job – but he could use only limited resources for

fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan-

ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the

grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear.

His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at

the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing

the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now

looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a

different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real.

Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there,

until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came – shooting

high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the

later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was

too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled

back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again,

Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his

fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Three

————-

As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of

the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He

was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little

younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in

build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive

skin – the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex-

cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per-

fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care

to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his

good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always

wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker

stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair.

He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as

his skin and as dark as his hair.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed read-

ing. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed

and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating

in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton

had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,

and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without

making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton

was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He

asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he

would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that

he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would

try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have some-

one to sleep with himself if he desired.

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his

mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his pe-

nis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would

have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self

relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton

submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy him-

self as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and

his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested

that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more plea-

surable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have

recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose

warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over An-

ton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of

the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton

beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tick-

ling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger en-

tered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -

the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that

gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested

the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded

from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spas-

modic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s

mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out

down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him com-

pletely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now

accept to share his bed for the night…

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class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn’t get it. I dated a

little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really seemed to be as interesting

as the other girls made it out to be. It wasn’t as if the boys weren’t

interested in me. I have dark red hair and a fair complexion. The boys all

considered me pretty, even though I thought my breasts were still too small and

my butt too big.

But still, I just never found boys all that interesting. I had guy friends, it

wasn’t like I didn’t like guys, but I just didn’t like them the way all my female

friends semed to. I started to worry that I might be gay. I knew that there

were a lot of people in my small town who disapproved of homosexuality. And I

was raised to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.

So when I started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got

very worried. I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself off from

my friends.

One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and noticed Terry.

She was very tall, almost six foot. She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down

her arched back and a trim, athletic build. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

She had just started school here, she had moved in from Colorado. She was

lovely. At night, when I couldn’t control myself any longer, and started to

touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my mind’s eye.

It didn’t take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry. I was thinking

about her day and night. But I was so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew

even further into myself. My parents made me see a psychiatrist and what few

friends I still had were very worried about me.

I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I caught myself staring at

the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular basis. And in the shower,

I’d watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy

water. There was a shower stall that was around a corner and you couldn’t see

into and I’d sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot little pussy and

masturbate furiously and try to squelch my moans. I always tried to not get

caught. But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch me.

Then, something happened. It was after shcool. It was two days until Christmas

vacation and things were slowing down. Most of the kids were vacationing with

their parents early and school was almost deserted. I went to get my stuff out

of my locker before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out. I looked around

before I picked it up. I opened it and read what it said, “I saw you. I know.”

It felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I felt sick and ran to the girls

room to throw up. I tried to regain my composure, but every time I thought I was

just about calmed down again, I’d start to cry or shake. I was at least thankful

that I had the bathroom to myself. The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn’t have

to got to school and face it. Since my parents were at work and my sister and

brothers were all at school, I was alone in the house. I couldn’t make up my

mind if it was a good thing or not. I was alone, but that left me with no

distractions. I worried all day and then I started to cry again. I ran to my

room and put my face into my pillows to keep from beig heard should anybody come

home early. Who was it that had seen me? What would they do? They’d probably

get their friends together and beat me up. Or report me to the guidance

counselor, who’d probably tell my parents. They already had me going to

thearapy, they’d probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at the

other girls in the showers.

All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it. I was a wreck and my parents

were loosing patience with me. They were not tolerent in any sense of the word.

They wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a normal sixteen-year-old.

And I could hardly get out of bed in the morning.

Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school. I went through the first

three classes constantly worried. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t pay

attention and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even worse. I tried

to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I started looking around, to see if

anybody was looking at me. I knew in my head that they were all watching me,

the little dyke. They were all looking for some oppurtunity to do whatever it

was they were planning to do. But whenever I looked around, I didn’t see

anything unusual. Just a bunch of teenagers annoyed at being back at school

after a vacation.

Then it was time for fourth period, gym class. On my way, I was so nervous I

stopped in the bathroom to try to calm down. But it didn’t help any. In the

locker room, I kept my eyes to myself and didn’t do anything that I thought might

make me look suspicious, but I was still worried. After the class was over, I

avoided going into the locker room until the other girls had left. Lunch was

next, so I didn’t have to worry about missing class. I was starting to think

that maybe it was just some kind of practical joke. Just somebody messing with

my head and that I was just reading too much into it.

I was changing at my locker. I was wearing nothing other than a pair of cotton

panties when somebody came up from behind me and slipped a blindfold around my

eyes.

“Shh. Don’t say anything.” It was a calm voice, but I didn’t know it off hand.

She tied the blindfold around me. I started to turn and she said, “No, stay

still, Molly.” Then I felt soft, warm hands reaching around me. They were so

hot, and I was so frightened, I thought my body would melt under her touch. They

slowly moved up my body and to my small breasts, cupping them and pinching my

nipples very gently. Through my fright, I barely heard a very soft moan and

realized it was my voice.

She started to kiss me softly. First on my shoulders and neck, then she tilted

my head to her and took my lips to her mouth. I was shuddering and terrified,

but I could feel my panties getting damp.

“Don’t cry. Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of, Molly. I saw you

looking at me, at all the girls. I knew what you were doing in the shower and

every time I’d finger my pussy late at night, I thought about you doing it.

About you looking at the girls, at me, and touching yourself, putting your hands

inside those pubes of yours. You know, I love redheads… I thought about you

stroking your clit and how much I wanted to suck your nipples and put my tongue

inside you, taste you and make you cum hard. About what I’d do to you if I ever

got the chance. And then I decided to make my own oppurtunity. So I put the note

in your locker. I was hoping I’d get to see you the next day, but you didn’t

come to school. I masturbated for hours that night, thinking about you…”

Finally, I spoke, “W-w-who are you? Tell me.”

“No. Not yet anyway.” There was a faint hint of a giggle when she said it and

again I felt her hands on my body, pulling me closer to her. God! She felt so

hot! She pressed her body up against my back and started running her hands up

and down me very, very slowly. She was still clothed, but I could feel the heat

coming off her, it wasn’t just my fright, which was now almost gone. It was her,

she radiated heat. Her whole body. I couldn’t belive she could keep from

bursting into flames. It seemed to come off her in waves, nearly searing my

naked flesh. Again, she kissed me. Her mouth was like velvet and even hotter

than her body. Gently, she probbed my mouth with her tongue. It moved into my

mouth and began to caress my own. I could feel the liquid heat between my legs.

Like just before I would cum when I fingered myself. Except it was hotter. It

was more intense than anything I had ever felt. The girl kept kissing me, deeper

and more passionatly. She had the back of my head in her hand and was running

her fingers through my hair. Then all, of a sudden, I felt a little pulling

sensation, almost imperceptable. I heard a soft click. By the time I had gotten

the blindfold off, she was gone. She had taken a lock of my hair.

I was going to get my clothes on and try to find her, but I realized I had other,

more pressing matters to attend to first. My white panties were soaked with the

juice from my pussy. I was hot and needed a release. I went to the showers and

found my favorite stall. I stripped my panties off and started the water. I

took a second to sniff my panties before I got in the hot water and couldn’t

believe it. They were stronger than ever and were soaked clean through. I

stepped into the steaming water and put my hands at my little pussy immediately.

I rubbed my clit like a madwoman, my other hand plunging its fingers deep inside

before I even realized that I was doing it. My insides were clutching at my hand

and I felt something start in my belly. It was a second or two before I realized

that it was an oragasm. I had cum before, but nothing like this. It seemed to

wash over me and melt my entire body in waves of pleasure. I felt like I was

drowning in a warm sea of it. I rode it out and stifled my cries by shoving my

mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating my own body. Finally, it

happened, the oragasm came and I collapsed onto the tiles, my pussy still

grasping obscenely at the two fingers left inside.

Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more relaxed.

A couple of days went by without event. There were times when I almost convinced

myself it had all just been a dream. The note, the blindfold, the girl, the

heat, cumming in the shower. But I had bruises on my knees and arms from falling

in the shower. And every time I brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a

lock missing.

At night, I would bury my hands in my pussy and my mouth at my shoulder. Or my

pillow. Or a stuffed animal. Or just twist my face up in knots and try to keep

from yelling and crying out loud at the pleasure my hands and dirty thoughts were

giving me. I no longer cared that what I was doing or thinking was a sin

according to my upbringing. At church on Sunday, I went through all the motions

and pretended eveything was normal. But later that day my brother pulled me

aside.

“What’s up with you Molly?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird lately. Even for you.”

“No I haven’t. And you oughta mind your own business.”

“I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night through the wall. My

room is right on the other side of that wall, you know. What are you doing in

there?”

“Nothing. Leave me alone.”

“Oh,” He said with a look of realization coming across his face. “You better not

let mom or dad catch you, Molly. They’d finally ship you off to the looney bin

like they should’ve already.”

“Fuck you!”

He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it. Even though my parents

were not too happy with me lately, they’d still take my word over his on

anything.

“You just watch yourself.”

That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few days was shattered and I

cried myself to sleep, careful not to make any noise at all. My face was buried

so deep in my pillows I could barely breathe, but I gradually learned not to make

any noise.

Monday, I was back at school. I went to my locker to get my history book, my

favorite subject. I opened my locker and there on top of my stuff was another

note, slipped in through the vent slots. It was written on silky red paper with

black ink. It was the same writing as the first note. I instantly felt my

crotch grow damp.

I waited until I got home that day and was alone. I locked the door to my room

and sat on my bed. I started to read. Her writing was beautiful. She was

telling me how beautiful she thought I was and how she dreamed of me and wanted

me so badly. Nobody had ever said these kind of things to me, never expressed

such warmth or passion towards me and I didn’t know what to think. I had always

felt worthless and ugly and ignored. And now here was this girl I whose name I

didn’t even know. Whose face I hadn’t seen. And she was telling me how crazy

she was about me. Something rose up deep inside me, from a very dark place and

told me that this was wrong, that this was a girl and I shouldn’t have those

thoughts about a girl. Then all of a sudden that was pushed away. Because I

read the next line.

She wanted to meet me. Alone. Some place private.

The next day I found another note with the time and the place. The woods at the

edge of town. That Friday night. That night I held the notes in one hand while

my other hand rubbed and clutched madly at my pussy. I smelled the perfume on

the paper and ran its surface over my naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth

hard against my bare, trembling shoulder until my hand finished its work and I

came. I fell asleep that way, the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small

breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet crotch.

And that was the way my older sister found me the next day.

She was astonished. She came into my room to wake me up and found me naked, I

had kicked off half my covers in the night. My hand was between my legs and

there was still a large wet spot on my sheets from what I had done to myself.

She closed the door quickly behind her. I turned bright red and almost began

crying until I realized she wasn’t mad at me, she was worried.

“Molly, what is going on?”

“Nothing, I just-”

“Save it. I’m not mad at you and I’m not going to tell mom or dad or anybody.

I’m just worried about you. I am your sister, you know.”

I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen them. I still didn’t

want her to read them, though. “I was just uhm, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said with smile. “And I do it too. You don’t need to feel

embarassed, Molly. A lot of girls do that. So what have you got there that’s

getting you so hot and bothered? Love letters?”

“Um, yeah, kinda.”

“Must have been pretty hot. Who is he?”

“No ‘he’,” I said before I even realized what I had done.

“No ‘he’, huh? What, is it several guys? Let me guess, you’re dating the whole

basketball team, right?”

I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my sister.

“C’mon, who is he?”

“It’s not a he,” I said. This time I knew exactly what I was doing. I had to

tell somebody, finally.

“C’mon, if it’s not a he then-” she broke off, a look of suprise filling her

face. “Oh my god, it’s,” now she went to a whisper, “a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, Molly, a girl? You’re gay?”

“Yes. Don’t tell anybody, please. Mom and dad would kill me. I-” I broke off

and started to cry. The next thing I know, she had her arms around me.

“Don’t cry, okay? I won’t tell anybody. How long have you know you were,

y’know, that way?”

Through my sniffling, I said, “I don’t know. A long time.”

“God, Molly. You kept this to yourself? No wonder you’ve been such a wreck.”

“Yeah, you’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Well, I guess this girl knows,” she said, pointing at the letters behind my

back. “Who is she?”

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me her name. She wants me to meet her tomorrow

night in the woods outside town.”

“Are you gonna go?”

“I don’t know.”

“You ought to, if you like her.”

“Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?”

“Hey, what’re big sisters for?”

I kept to myself that day. Then, at the end of the day, there was note in my

locker again. Again, I waited till I got home and was alone before I opened it.

She wrote about how beautiful my I looked in the showers that day. She said she

could see my body when she closed her eyes, like a ghost in her mind. She told

me how much she wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth all over my

naked flesh. I got up and wozily walked to my door to double-check the lock.

Then I moved my dresser in front of the door, too. And hour later, I stumbled

downstairs to dinner, flushed and barely able to walk. My sister noticed and

gave me a coy smile. I grinned and went bcak upstairs to do my homework.

Friday, I was nervous again. Not for the same reasons I had been nervous before.

this time I was nervous about meeting her and what would happen. But I was very

happy, too. My friends noticed it, too. Beth asked me what was going on. I gave

her the same smile I gave my sister and said, “What, is there some law against a

girl being happy?”

Franky spoke up and said, “There is when it’s you. You’re always Miss

Doom-and-Gloom.”

“Fuck you, Franky.”

“Any time, gorgeous.”

I laughed and went to history class.

After school, I went home to change. I put on tight jeans and a flowing blouse.

No bra.

I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth and Franky. I planned to

study, but it wasn’t going to be the Pythagoreum Theorum or even the Civil War

tonight. Tonight I was going to study biology. The female body, in particular.

I went to the spot in the woods she had told me and sat down. It was almost

sunset. I sat on a large, flat rock and watched it go down. I had thought to

bring a flashlight, luckily. And I know these woods like the back of my hand. I

used to play here all the time as a little girl. My black denim jacket wasn’t

much protection agains the Pennsylvania winter, though. I started to get

impatient, and was just about to leave, thinking she had chickened out when I

heard a voice from up in tree, say, “Put the flashlight down, Molly.”

I did and heard her climbing down fromher perch. She had been there the whole

time. She hugged me and she didn’t even feel cold at all, even though she had

been out longer than me. In fact, she felt hot, just like she had in the locker

room. I still couldn’t see her face and I asked her again who she was.

“You don’t know?” she asked, a little suprised?

“No, you wouldn’t tell me.”

“I thought you knew. You came all the way out here in the cold and the dark and

you didn’t even know who I was?”

“Yes. Please tell me.”

She took her flashlight out of her coat, pointed it at her face and turned it on.

It was Terry, the girl from Colorado. She leaned forward and kissed me again,

that velvet mouth moving over mine with even more passion that before. I held

her tightly and kissed her back. I think I had known who she was. I don’t

really know how, but I think I had known. I think, mostly, I just wanted to look

at her face again before we kissed. She moved her hands up and down my back as

our tongues danced in each others mouths. I held her head in my hands, pulling

it towards mine, towards my mouth. She broke it off.

“Come with me. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my house.”

I was afraid, but I went with her. She held my hand and told me how beautiful I

looked in the moonlight. We got to her house. We went in and she introduced me

to her parents! I couldn’t beleive it. She introduced me as her new girlfriend!

And then she took my hand and led me to her room.

She led me into her room and we sat on her bed. She smiled. We talked for a

little while about school and stuff like that. She reached over and held my hand

in hers and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. It was incredible.

She went to the kitchen and got some popcorn and grabbed video on her way back

up. While she was gone, I looked arounnd her room. She had all the same CD’s

and books I did. It made me grin when I realized that. It meant, at least to

me, we had something in common other than just a physical attraction.

She came back in just as I was going through her bookcase. “See anything you

like?” I turned around, a little embarrassed, and she just stood there witha big

smile on her face and a bowl or popcorn in her arm.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spy or anything.”

“Why do you think I left you alone? Silly.”

She put the tape in her VCR. It was Empire Stikes Back. We both made fun of the

same lines and made the same jokes at the screen, then we cracked up about that.

She cuddled up against me and took my hand in hers and laid her head on my

shoulder as we watched the movie. That was it. That galaxy far away was long

forgotten. We sat through the rest of the movie and I don’t think I heard one

line after they landed on Bespin. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Terry.

And here she was, right here with me and she wanted to do the same things. I

didn’t feel like a pervert anymore. I didn’t feel bad about the feelings I was

having, because she was having them, too.

I looked into her eyes and moved in and kissed her softly on the lips. This was

it. This was what I had been waiting for. She reached behind me and took off my

jacket and we kept kissing, more and more passionately. She moved her hands

across my back and I did the same thing to her. I put my hands under her shirt

and ran them slowly up her back. It felt like it was on fire and she moaned

loudly into my neck as I touched her.

She got up off the floor and held her hand out to me. I reached up and she

helped me up and led me to her bed and we sat down.

She untucked my blouse from my jeans and moved her hands up my sides, under my

arms, around my back and then back to bring them to my breasts again. She rolled

my hard nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and I cried out in spite of

myself. I was getting wet now, I could feel it seeping out of me. I kissed

Terry harder and pulled her t-shirt off and took her breasts in my trembling

hands. They were just a little bigger than mine and very firm. The skin was so

soft and smooth, like the finest porcelin.

“Put them in your mouth.”

As nervous as I was, I couldn’t do anything other than put my mouth to her

beautiful breasts. I took her left nipple to my lips and sucked it like a baby.

She moaned loudly into the back of my neck and the heat of her moist breath sent

delicious shivers up and down my spine. Her hands were on my back, tracing

delicate lines up and down my spine while I sucked her nipples and licked at the

flesh around them and I was in heaven.

She pushed me back and with a wicked smile said, “Your turn.” She slowly

unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back from my chest. She bent down and put

that firey mouth on my left nipple and I had to stifle my cries of pleasure into

her flowing, dark mane of hair. It smelled like rain and strawberries. I took a

big lungful in while she renewed her attack on my naked chest. My panties were

soaked again and I could feel a small spot of the denim of my jeans grow damp.

My breasts were slick and glistenig with her hot saliva, now cooling in the

chilly room.

Slowly, she laid me down on her bed and moved over me, kissing her way up from my

waist to my lips, putting her soft hands all over me. Sending her heat through my

skin and into my brain. My mind was on fire for her. I could feel the begining

tingles of sweat cropping up on my shivering flesh. She lifted my arm and began

to lick the sweat from under it. I moaned and instantly tried to stop myself.

She moved up and held my face in her hands and stroked my cheek told me I didn’t

have to be quiet. “My parents know why you’re here. And the door’s locked.

Make all the noise you wa-”

I silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing her mouth to mine. We kissed and

rubbed our naked chests together. Her whole body was hot. I still couldn’t get

over it, the heat coming off of her naked skin. It was the middle of January.

The room was freezing. She should be like ice, but she wasn’t. She was so hot

that she was making me sweat underneath her.

She pulled back. She grabbed my belt and said, “I want to taste you, Molly. I

want to put my tongue inside you.”

I just lay there for a moment, uncertain what to do next. Astonished at her

dirty talk. Then I snapped out of it and smiled and lewdly undid my pants for

her. Slowly, so slowly I thought my mind would over-heat, she eased my jeans

down my thighs, her soft hands brushing against my now-naked skin on their way

down. She pulled off my shoes and finished taking my pants off. She took my

right leg in her hands and took off my sock. And then she began planting soft,

small kisses on my bare feet. She began licking my toes and then sucking on

them. I hadn’t expected anything like this. I gasped, my eyes wide. She looked

down at me and smiled and I knew it was alright and closed my eyes again and let

her work her way up my foot and then up my calf and then my thigh. She started

to lick my skin when she got to my naked thigh.

“God, Molly. You skin is like milk…” Terry said in between licks and kisses,

the heat of her mouth and breath going through my skin and into my bloodstream.

Her hands were under me, on my butt, rubbing and kneeding my flesh through the

thin cotton of my panties. She kissed down the inside of my left thigh and then

back up and moved between my legs. She laid my legs down on either side of her

and squirmed under them, so that my ankles rested on her back. She moved right

up to my crotch and then looked up, right into my eyes.

“Molly, I, I’ve never done this before. I’ve went with girls, but it never got

this far.”

Knowing that she liked dirty talk, I put my fingers to her lips and said, “Shut

up and eat me”

She smiled the most wicked smiled I’ve ever seen and put her head down again,

right between my legs. Her breath was so hot! I thought it’d scaled me through

the thin cotton.

“You’re so wet. Do you get like this when you play with yourself in the showers?

Does your pussy burn and tingle and soak your jeans in class? Do you play with

it a lot? I can see those red pubes through your panties. Pretty-girl panties.

White cotton turns me on.”

I couldn’t take it any more and I did what I knew she wanted me to do. I reached

down and ran my hand under the waistband of my panties and put my fingers inside

of myself, right there in front of her face. I moaned softly as my fingers went

into put tender pussy. I was on fire, too. My pussy walls contracted and

twitched at the invasion. Shivers ran up my spine and I had a tremendous orgasm.

Terry reached up, took hold of my hand very gently, and removed it from me. She

brought it to her mouth and began to lick and suck my dripping fingers, running

her velvet tongue over the soaked palm of my wicked little hand. She licked me

clean. Then she put her face between my legs again and started to tongue my

throbbing little clit through the soaked white cotton fabric. I moaned again as

her mouth explored my crotch.

Then she reached up and took hold of the waistband and eased my panties down my

thighs and threw them to the floor. Then she moved down between my trembling

legs again. She moved her hand through my soft, red pubic hair and told me how

beautiful it was. She bent her head down and suddenly took my clitorus in

between her moist lips, setting my mind reeling with the heat of her mouth on my

private parts. Her tounge and lips were on my skin, my hotest place was being

devoured and I felt like I wass drowning again in pleasure. Every fiber of my

being was twitching under her delicate touches and kisses and licks. She nibbled

at my clit and prodded my tight pussy with her tongue, trying to put it as far

inside my wetness as she could. I was whimpering and writhing under her.

She ate at my twitching pussy like a starving woman. She licked and tongued me

for what seemed like an eternity. She made me cum again adna again. Every time

was better than the last, my pussy was now red and sopping wet. I had soaked the

blankets on Terry’s bed with my juices. She still wasn’t done with me though.

As she ate me again, her hand working on my clutching pussy, she did something

I’ll never forget. She folded her hand up and slipped it all the way inside me.

My eyes flew open in a mix of suprise, pain and, mostly, pleasure. She looked a

little concerned and started to take her hand out. I told her I liked it and

begged her to keep it inside me. I could feel every finger wiggling around

inside my body. I contracted my muscles around her hand and saw the look of

suprise on her face. Her tongue had went back to my clit and resumed its nasty

work. And then it happened. I came.

It was the most incredible experience of my life, that orgasm that Terry gave me

that night. My eyes flew open again when I realized that what I had mistaken for

some kind of heart attack or something was acually my impending orgasm! I

thrashed around on Terry’s bed and screamed and screamed and screamed. I let go

all the things that had been on my shoulders for so long. It all washed away and

when the orgasm had finally subsided, Terry later told me it had been a couple of

minutes, I lay limp and sweaty in a puddle of my own cum in the middle of Terry’s

bed. She looked up from between my legs and deeply into my eyes with that same

angelic look on her face that made me fall in love with her to begin with. Her

face was slick with my cum. Her hair was a little matted with her sweat and she

looked more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Very gently, she took her

hand out of me. There was loud slurping noise as it came out and Terry made a

show out of licking it clean.

I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same kind of pleasure she had

just given me. I asked her to sit on my face. She smiled, stripped off her

pants and her blood-red lace panties. Then she crawled up on top of me and

lowered her pussy to my face. First, I touched it with my fingers and stroked

her clit a little. She gave a loud whimper and threw her head down. Her hair

fell all around her pussy and my face and I was blinded for a few seconds. I

took in a big whiff from her hair, then she moved her head back up and I took a

tentative sniff at hr crotch.

It smelled divine. There was a musky, sweaty smell to it, but it also smelled

like soap. She must have showered right before she went into the woods that

night. Just like I did. I smiled at the thought of her going out of her way to

please me and then extended my tongue to her silky folds. I traced my way up her

lips and found her hard clit and began to nibble at it. She bucked andd moaned

above me and I was a litte worried she was going to crush my head in between her

strong, silky thighs. But she was very gentle, always. She reached down and

stroke my hair while I licked her hot pussy.

She came and gushed hot clear juice down on my face and she moaned and clutched

at herself. My whole face was covered by the time she was done. I told her to

get up. My legs were feeling strong enough to stand, if only for a few seconds,

so I laid her down on the bed and moved over her. I nibbled at her rock-hard

nipples and kisses and licked and carressed her tall, amazon body. I traced her

tan lines with my fingers and felt her quiver under my touch. Then I bent down

and kissed her long and deep, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. I ran my

hands all over her body as we kissed and I put one hand at her pussy and started

to finger her soft, wet folds. She moaned into my mouth. As I kept my fingers

pumping into her grasping, twitching body, I kissed my way back down her body and

softly bit at her nipples. This set her off and she came again, this time

coating my hand with sticky, gooey warmth.

I didn’t even bother to clean it off, I just dove face-first into her again. I

started in on her pussy ad heard her gasp. I licked her furiously. I pretended

it was her mouth and made out with it, her clit becoming a tongue in my mind.

The flesh of her pussy was so tender and she was so wet. It was delicious. It

was salty and musky, like I thought, but I was a little suprised to taste a

slight sweetness flowing out of her. I lapped it up. I needed her pussy. I

needed that wetness around my tongue, that musky-sweet-sweaty odor filling my

nostrils and making me wet, too.

Finally, I decided to try what she had done. I asked her if she wanted my hand

in her. She whimpered that she didn’t think she could take it. That she was

exausted. I was going to let it drop. I moved up to kiss her and she stopped

me. “No, I changed my mind. Put your hand in me, please. I want it.”

I went down back between her long, slender legs and nibbled teasingly at her clit

a little and she started to whimper, so I started to stroke her with my hand. I

folded it up just liek she had done to me. I placed it at the entrance to her hot

pussy and very slowly began to push. I saw her look up, in suprise. She

clutched at ehr chest until she got her wind back and then I resumed my probbing.

Slowly, I moved my hand ever upwards. Then, before I knew it, my wrist was

engulfed by her swollen pussy lips. She gasped for air again and started to buck

under me. I put one hand on the smoothe skin of her tummy and held her down.

Then I put my face between her legs again and started to lick her with renewed

fury. I lapped at her clit and shoved my hand in and out of her. She was

moaning and wailing as I violated her over and over, she was begging me not to

stop, to fuck her cunnt wit my hand, so I kept on. Soon, I felt her internal

muscles begin to contract around my probing fingers and clutch at my hand. Now,

it was so tight inside her, I couldn’t get my hand out, so I moved it around

inside her and licked her clit while she thrashed around on the bed, cluthcing my

head and my hair with both hands, shoving my face into her her musky crotch. She

began to cum and it was and eternity before she had finished. She thrashed

around so much, I was afraid she hurt one of us. But I couldn’t go anywhere.

Her strong legs were locked behind my head and wouldn’t let go. And I didn’t

want to stop until it was over. Finally, her orgasm passed and her legs relaxed

and I pulled my hand out of her with a loud slurping pop sound and we both

started to laugh like lunatics.

We climbed in under the covers together and she held me in her arms. She was

still twitching a little from her orgasm.

“Is it alright if I stay tonight?”

“Sure,” Tery said. She carressed my sides and my shoulders and planted a little

kiss on my shoulder.

“Your parents know you like girls?”

“Sure they do. And you can say the word lesbian, right?” she said with an easy

smile.

“I-i- only told one person. My sister. That was just yesterday.”

“Wow. You mean you never told anybody else? Tell me.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me you’re a lesbian.”

“Why?”

“You’ll know why once you’ve said it.”

I thought about it for a moment. I wasn’t sure if I understood, but I knew I was

crazy about Terry and wanted her to like me. So if that’s all it’d take, I

figured what the hell…

“I’m a lesbian.” Instantly, I felt something inside me give way. Some protection

that had kept me from being who I was, that had held my real self behind a mask.

I started to cry and Terry put her arms around me. I tried to silence myslef, to

be quite like I had learned. Terry wouldn’t let me.

“Don’t hush it up like that. Let it out, cry if you want.”

And I did. I cried and let it out. That night, in her arms, I told her

everything. All those things I had been hiding and ashamed of seemed alright

that night in Terry’s arms. I came out a few days later to my parents. To my

suprise, my dad was very understanding and gave me a big hug and told me he loved

me no matter what. It was my mom and oldest brother who disowned me. A rift

developed between my mom and dad. They divorced and he got custody of me and my

sister and younger brother. I’m now nineteen and in college. Terry and I are

roomates and madly in love. And I make all the noise I can.