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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READINGABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES..
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is the 5th in a series of stories dealing mainly with male to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well
FRIDAY 13" #5: NURSING A GRUDGE (M/F, F/m-"18!", M/m-"18!")
Foreword:
Jim finally uncovered his face with his hands and grimaced at Mark who was laughing uproariously at his own cleverness. "You are one warped young man," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not sure I want to share the cabin with you after that tale!" he added, with a just a glint of approval in his eyes.
The other four boys howled in agreement and continued making vomit sounds and shrieks and throwing pillows and stripped off underwear at Mark. "Hey," cried Mark, "Don't kill the messenger! It wasn't me who made the poor schmuck eat...."
"NEXXXXXXT!" shouted Jim, to drown Mark out.
Mickey spoke up. "I'm next." He tucked his long brown hair behind his ears to keep it out of his face as he spoke. The others eventually settled down as he sat crosslegged, silently, waiting. When the sounds of the others had all but subsided, he finally said, "This Friday story is about scoring pussy."
The room was silent. The younger boys, Chad and Tom leaned forward and gazed at him, waiting for him to begin. Mark crossed his arms and smirked "What a shock, " he murmered to Jim.
"All right," said Eddie, with a forced sounding enthusiasm. But all the boys and Jim listened attentively and commenced fondling one another's dicks.
Mickey began his tale, relating his story exactly as had reconstructed it from the bits of information and legend he'd heard in the last couple of days. It was, as he said, as story about scoring pussy. But it turned out to be about much more as well, which he only realized while he told it. There were many aspects of the story that he had seemed to have either forgotten about or had repressed for some reason. What eventually came out of his mouth was argueably as shocking as Mark's tale, but for different reasons....
NURSING A GRUDGE (Mickey's Story)
Nick liked Woody's better than any of the other local rural bars near Camp Christopher, but he couldn't have said why. His other counselor buddies grumbled when he would suggest it. The beer's flat, they'd say. The pool table's fucked up. No popcorn.. Crappy juke box. These things were considerable detriments, and for weeks Nick remained blind to the real reason he was drawn to decrepit little Woody's.
Then, one Saturday afternoon, when his buddies were doing laundry 45 miles away and having a great time at the Shamrock Club, Nick found himself alone once again, sitting on a stool at Woody's, suckin down a draught of Moosehead. That was when he finally figured it out.
It was her. The woman behind the bar.
She was something special.
Now Nick generally fit in well at Camp Christopher, since he was neither a flaming faggot nor a super-straight redneck. None of those extremes. He liked dick as well as the next guy, and thus had gotten a respectable amount of action with his fellow counselors since the summer began. Women were scarce at the camp, after all, and none of the few who worked there this Summer particularly appealed to him. But this woman was different.
He was watching her wiping down the oak bar shelves with a rag, thinking how much she reminded him of Daryl Hannah. She was quite the blonde Amazon type. She was also Incredibly articulate for a rural Decathalon County resident and had no discernible accent. Obviously she'd been well educated. Too well educated to be stuck here, he thought.
That's when he had his little accident, still eyeing her while setting his glass down on a stray beer nut. The glass teetered, the beer sloshed, and the startled Nick attempted to grab and upright the beer, but instead closed his fist around a cluster of shards as the glass shattered on impact with the bar.
"Damn!" he cried, hopping up off the bar stool and seizing the wrist of his cut hand with his other hand. The woman whirled around and looked past the white and yellow explosion of glass and foam that was unfolding across the surface of the bar towards Nick.
"Are you okay? Did you cut yourself?" she asked, rushing around the outside of the bar to join him. Nick nodded and looked at her, feeling both embarrassed by his clumsiness yet pleased at her sudden attention and genuine concern.
"Here, let me see," she said, drawing his cut hand forward. With the clean bar rag from her apron, she daubed the flow of blood that was obscuring the size and nature of the cut. "You're lucky. This probably won't require stitches."
"Well that's a relief, " said Nick. "Are you sure?"
She smiled. "I'm a Registered Nurse. I can fix this up with a butterfly bandage and it should heal beautifully. Come on back to the kitchen with me......what's your name?"
"Uh, Nick," he grinned, forgetting all about the shock and the minor, pulsing pain of the cut. "What's yours?"
"Michelle. This way," she said, leading him back around the bar and through a doorway to the Kitchen, where she sat him down in a chair and removed a number of supplies from a drawer.
Nick was at that moment oblivious to the greasy smells of deep-fat fried cheese kurds, pork tenderloins and French fries that hung heavily in the kitchen. He could only smell one thing, even if it was only in his head, and that was pussy. Big blonde-fuzzed tight athletic pussy like this woman surely had under those acid-washed denim shorts. Until that moment he hadn't realized how much he'd been starving for it all summer, how the dicks he'd jacked on and sucked all summer had started to seem pretty much the same -- big, hard and rubbery, and nothing at all like a soft, yielding, juicy pussy. His prick stiffened in his jeans and he figured he'd better stop thinking about what was between her legs and find out more about what was between her ears, or he was going to blow his chance with her before he even got it.
"A nurse, huh," he said. "I didn't know there was a hospital within miles of here."
"There isn't. The closest one is in St. Cloud That's where I take my continuing education credits to keep up my license. But I don't work as a nurse right now. This is my job."
"Really? Isn't it boring for you listening to all these drunk old farmers and fishermen?"
"They're not so boring, " She smiled. "There are plenty of more boring people in some bigger cities I've lived in. People with narrow attitudes that you'd expect from a small town. But these guys have done a lot of living. They understand life and nature, and you can tell that when you really talk to them. Even their jokes reveal a lot more wisdom that you'd expect from the stereotypes. "
Nick listened as she bandaged his finger, uncertain of how to proceed smoothly. "But don't you enjoy the company of, well ... younger people?"
She glanced up at him, still smiling serenely. "I have a boyfriend, " if that's what you mean. He's not as young as you, but he's in my ballpark.
Damn, he thought, I'm sure he's in your dugout, too. He should have known it would have required a boyfriend to keep her here.
"So what does he do? " He asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
She hesitated and looked him in the eye, as if wary of this line of questioning. "He's a Forester."
"Oh, maybe I've met him," Nick said, attempting cheer. "I'm a counselor at Camp Christopher. We border the National Forrest and I bump into some of rangers from time to time."
Yeah, Nick laughed to himself, musing over whether or not this chick's boyfriend was among the half-dozen rangers whose unzipped khakis he'd sent plunging down their muscled legs to the forest floor with only a smile and six carefully chosen words .
"I don't think you've bumped into him, " she smiled. "Camp Christopher irritates him. He stays away from that section of forest"
"Why? We take very good care of the land. What's the problem?"
"Oh, it's not really you. It's me," she smiled weakly. "I used to work there a long time ago, and had a bad experience."
"You worked there? As a counselor?"
"As the Camp Nurse."
Nick's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding. When? What year?"
"1981. Not a good year for Camp Christopher." she sighed. "Or for me. I was fired."
Nick's eyes grew wide. "You don't mean you were there when they had all that trouble with that jackoff kid, do you?"
She nodded. "I should have known they'd be still talking about it. That "kid" was my responsibility most of the time when all that stuff happened. I'm sure you've heard all the sordid details."
"No," he said. "Just the wild stories, the legends. I don't know what really happened. Can you tell me?"
She looked at him, considering. "It's my break time. Let go out front and get us a couple of beers, and I'll tell you about it."
For the next half hour, out on the front porch of Woody's in the late afternoon light, Nick listened in fascination while Jenny recounted the main story that he'd heard before, about the wild kid who would jack off all the time and started harassing girl campers and eventually had to be separated from the other kids until his parents would be able to come get him. As the camp nurse, Michele had been given the responsibility to watch him during most of the latter half of the week.
"He was a really neat kid, when you could get him alone and calmed down. I just couldn't understand why he got so excited and anti-social."
"Anti-social?" Nick raised his eyebrows. "Wasn't the problem that he was being a little too social?"
"He scared people off with his intense sexual drive. He couldn't control it, and that scared people away and got him into trouble. These kids were all confused about their own budding sexuality, and being around this dynamo of horniness was just too threatening. So the kids needed to make fun of him and demonize him in order to feel okay about controlling their own impulses. So he couldn't get close to anybody. He was intensely lonely," she said, sadly as if remembering with extra clarity.
"I managed to make some kind of progress with him. At least for a while. We decided to put him in the other little room in my nurse's cabin, so I could keep an eye on him. For the first whole day I couldn't keep him from trying to masturbate in my presence. I took hours to get him to stop taking his penis out of his pants, and then several more hours to get him to stop rubbing it from outside. Of course he jacked off all night in bed, but that seemed comparatively harmless, since he was alone."
She shook her head and smiled at the memories.
"You should have seen those spermy sheets in the morning -- like a football team had gang-banged somebody!" she laughed.
Nick squirmed in his chair as he listened to her sex-laden talk, while trying to not to burst the buttons off the fly of his own jeans with the force of his throbbing erection, which he hoped was hidden from her under the table.
"You know the rumor is that he was --well, very well-endowed for such a young boy, " He asked, figuring that this was as good a moment as any to satisfy his curiosity about the legends that he'd heard over the campfires. "I hope I'm not being too crude to ask, but was that true?"
Michele didn't bat an eye. "He had the largest erection I've ever seen in my life. And as a nurse, I've seen plenty. It was 12 and a half inches long from the tip to the base, believe it or not."
You measured it, thought Nick, his own cramped basket throbbing.
"Ha! I KNEW that part about 13 inches was an exaggeration," he said.
"His endowment was part of the problem, I think. His sexual drive seemed somehow to have increased to match that erection, and it just was too much for an adolescent boy. It was making him crazy.
"Gradually, though, in small ways, he started interacting with me as a person and not just a woman with breasts and long legs. He talked about how he liked the woods, and how he liked to play checkers. He loved the strategies and trying to think ahead to outwit his opponent. I seized that opportunity by bringing in a chess board and playing dozens of games with him dozens of times, to pass the boring hours when we had to stay there together in the nurses cabin. After a while, I got him to talk a little, calmly, about the sexuality. He said he wished he could jack off with other boys, but none of them wanted to. They were all jealous of his huge cock, which made them feel bad about their own. For a while, I though I was a calming influence on him, you know, a "real" woman whose presence caused him to behave.
"But one time after talking sort of freely with him and not sensing how agitated he was getting, I noticed the checkerboard starting to move and vibrate up and down, and I looked over to see that he'd pulled his erect penis out of his pants and was masturbating under the table as he watched me. I was startled and scolded him, but that excited him so much that the head of his penis started knocking hard against the underside of the table and scattered the checkers, until he began to ejaculate in audible squirts , that sprayed out in all directions when they hit the bottom of the table with such force.
"Now as a nurse, I wasn't particularly mesmerized by the human body in general, male or female. I knew too much about it to the point of being jaded. But I'd never seen an erection like this before, and on a(n) "18"-year old boy, yet, Impulsively I responded as I would have with a child who was abusing a toy or a weapon. I tried to take it away from him, or rather in this respect, make him put it away. At least that's what I'd intended to do, and I think also I might have imagined that a real woman touching his precious toy after all that self-stimulation and fantasy might break the spell scare him into behaving.
"In any case, I grabbed his erection and his ejaculation, which had nearly subsided, suddenly intensified. I felt 5 or 6 more shots of semen pump through his penis as I gripped it and he cried out, not in terror, but in triumph. He knew at that moment, even before I did, that my action, far from breaking the sexual spell he was under, had allowed the spell to encompass ME. From that moment, with his erection in my fist and his teenage semen crawling down over it, I lost whatever power and authority I had held over him. That's when I started to lose control and to became subject to his adolescent manipulations.
Nick listened intently, feeling his own dick stiffening rock hard along his thigh under his jeans. "Manipulations?" he breathed, eyes wide. Damn, I'd love to be manipulated by you. he thought.
"Yes. I let go of him immediately and wiped the cum off my hand, realizing that I'd gone too far, but he became wild and started throwing things and knocking furniture over. I panicked, I have to admit, less out of concern for his well-being than out of fear that my little transgression would be discovered by other staff. I was ashamed and terrified, and felt totally at a loss as to what to do.
"Jack me off, jack me off! Beat my big meat till I blow more jizz! " he cried, jumping up and down on the infirmary bed. I knew If I let him continue people would be bound to hear him, so against my better judgment, I made him a deal. I agreed that if he completely behaved for the rest of the week at camp and told no one else about it, I would jack him off once. He refused to agree to it until I promised to jack him off one time each night before he went home. He grinned and immediately stopped jumping and yelling.
"Okay. Its a deal," he said, his eyes gleaming. I was relieved, but at the same time I saw my utter submission to this "18"-year-old's oversized libido reflected back at me, and I blushed with shame, even as I quivered with unexpected excitement.
"He kept his word. From that point on, I was able to take him out to camp activities. My boyfriend at the time, Marty, who was on the counseling staff, took turns with me watching him, though I didn't dare tell Marty what I'd done. But anyway, aside from the skittishness of the other children from being around this wild boy again, those days passed without incident. The nights however, were another thing.
"That first night of our bargain, I made us popcorn for a bedtime snack, which we ate slowly together with unnatural calm and casualness. Later, when I came to his little room at his 10 p.m. bedtime, he was sitting there on the edge of the cot in just his jockey shorts. For a second my heart fell into my stomach, because he looked like any other "18"-year old boy siting there (albeit one with very hairy legs ), looking a little shy and awkward, and I felt like some kind of child molester entering his room to defile him. But the moment he saw me, and gave me that devilish, intensely horny look of triumph and his huge viper of a cock uncoiled inside the pouch of his briefs and jutted suddenly above the waistband like a striking rattlesnake, venomous precome immediately dripping from its head, our true relationship became clear to me again, and it made me shudder. I was embarrassed and ashamed at what I'd let myself into, yet undeniably hypnotized by the cocky cobra bobbing out of this little charmer's basket."
Nick's face was scarlet. He had to glance at his own crotch to make sure his own stiff serpent wasn't poking out somehow, even though his own 6 and a half inches had never posed such a problem before.
"I walked right over to him, determined to finish the act as soon as possible, but no sooner had I put my hand on his erection, when time seemed to slow down. All the sudden I got the sense as I stroked his throbbing schlong that we had all the time in the world. Before I knew it I was licking his jumbo dick along the underside as I stroked him, tasting that salty precome and he was moaning and falling back on the cot.
He kicked off his Jockeys and placed his feet flat on the bed, lifting his knees high in the air and far apart to give me access to his dick and balls. I knelt between his hairy adolescent legs and started doing the little fucker's huge prick like I was his fucking slave. And you know what? It was TRUE in effect. He was in charge now, this pimple-faced teenage sexual monster. As I jacked and licked his hypnotically swinging flagpole of a fuckstick, he started giving me orders, which I obeyed without hesitation.
He had me strip off my t-shirt, bra, jeans and panties and throw them at his face. He smelled and nipped at each piece of clothing then tossed it aside for the next, until he had my by-then-wet panties over his face, and stated moaning like he was in heaven. Then he started chewing on them and drew them all the way into his mouth with his tongue and teeth. It was sort of frightening, like he might start eating ME next.
"But what he did next was seize my wrists and pull me up onto the bed to straddle him. My pussy rubbed his dick flat along his stomach as he pulled me forward, and his moans almost became shouts. Out off his mouth popped the panties and he lifted his head to mine and kissed me hard, invading my mouth with his tongue. That's when I completely lost it. I was so turned on that I kissed him back more passionately than I'd ever kissed any grown man before.
I lifted up on my knees and let him guide the hard knob of his cock into my cunt, full knowing that I was probably in for the ride of my life. When he pushed me back into an upright position, my weight started settling me down on his erect dick, way too fast. It was painful, so I kept trying to raise back up even as he tried to pull me farther down.
"Amazingly, he got his rod as far as 3/4ths of the way inside of me before I was able to make him stop. I felt like I had a telephone pole up my twat. He commenced ramming me like the horny teenboy he was, calling me all kinds of dirty names like whore and bitch, which I admit sounded to me at the moment more appropriate than "nurse" , but somehow that added to my pleasure of being fucked by the biggest dick I'd ever seen. As he fucked me he groped my tits and played with my asshole a little, even grazing it with his dickhead the few times when in his cherry popping voice-cracking excitement he'd accidentally pull his teenboy cock out of my cunt.
"Well, that night we fucked and sucked and rocked and moaned for hours. He'd come about every 10 minutes and stay hard and start humping again right away. He ate out my pussy twice after fucking me, which was wild, since even big bad Marty was too squeamish to do that even when my pussy was fresh. But this kid would devour me and shake his head between my legs and then come up and kiss me deeply so I could taste the mingling flavors of his hot saliva, my own cunt juice, his most recent come-wad, and I swear, even a little popcorn still on his breath. I think he liked the taste of his own cum the best, if you ask me."
"Could you excuse me for a moment," Nick said at last, stumbling through the doors into the bar and toward the bathroom, with the panic of someone who's not sure they'd make it in time. As he swung by her, Michelle could not fail to notice the bulge in his crotch and the wet spot forming there .
Inside the bathroom, Nick lunged for the single stall door, but to his horror found the door closed-- it was occupied! He wasn't even going to be alone! Oh well, fuck it, he thought as he lurched over to the right side one of two urinals on the wall and violently unbuttoned his jeans with a gasp, after which his steel-hard boner jutted his precome soaked blue jockey briefs a cock-straining six inches straight out over the urinal.
With a twist of the stretching elastic waistband, his erect rod lopped out of the briefs and bounced meatily two or three times before he gripped it in both hands and it began exploding in a jet of boiling cockspew. The impact of his blowing wad made the dick flashing Nick stagger back up onto the toes of his Doc Martens and bend his knees slightly and gasp, giving him a clear view of where his first rope of semen had loudly splattered the ceramic surface of the urinal.
Also getting a clear view of Nick's next several cum spurts was a drunk farmer who walked in and begun nonchalantly pissing in the next urinal, his only acknowledgment of Nick's indiscretion being his slight drift away to the left, so as not to get splattered.
"She's got ya all worked up, don't she," the farmer muttered slyly as he zipped up. "Looks like a fine piece of ass to me" he said, slapping Nick on the shoulder as he passed by to leave. "If I were a young buck like you, I'd go for it."
Nick was too relived at his orgasm to care about his sex-wet exposure. He didn't even care when he noticed the eye looking at him and his spasming, cum-spluttering cock through the peephole on the side of the stall. The only pair of eyes he really needed to conceal his spunky male sexmess from (for the moment) were Michele's. Nick wasn't worried about not being able to deliver a mighty fuck to this babe --- just about being compared unfavorably with that kid's outrageous endowment. Nick knew he had to find a time, place and situation with Michele where it would not matter or be immediately apparent what size his dick was. He wiped his reddened schlong off with a wet paper towel or two, zipped up and returned to Michele.
"Hi, " she said, looking up at him from the porch with mild concern. "Are you okay?"
"Sure. I was engrossed in the story. I didn't realize how badly I had to go until it was almost too late."
She laughed and pinched his arm. "Well, let's see, where was I? Well, before that first night was through it felt like he'd pumped a gallon of semen into me. And the next night. Luckily I was on the pill. But then came the boy, the night of the farewell campfire."
"So what happened then?, " broke in Nick. "Why did he run away from you when he was getting everything a guy could possibly want ?"
"Oh. Yeah. That," she smirked. "That was my counselor boyfriend Marty's fault. You see, I wasn't there. I had to attend the campfire as a routine, because kids were always getting hurt at those things, and Marty, who didn't have any kids that week, had agreed to watch the boy for me just for those couple hours, since the director had for some reason insisted the boy couldn't attend the final campfire.
"I didn't even give it a second thought, that this 200-pound Army reserve jock that I'd been dating all summer might have any trouble handling a(n)"18"-year old boy for two hours. In fact, the only thing I was worried about was the boy telling Marty what we'd been up to, and that he'd explode and kill both of us. Well, it was the boy who ended up handling Marty," she giggled, lighting another cigarette.
"Of course when he showed up at the campfire jacking off -- you know the story?"
Nick nodded.
"Well, right then I knew something had happened, but I didn't find out what for a couple hours, because I took off after the boy to catch him. I never did find him that night, though, and I only came back to my cabin after I was too exhausted to look any more. I was ultimately responsible for that boy, you know." She looked grim as she said this.
"So what did I find when I stumbled back to the nurses cabin at one in the morning? I found my hero, Marty, sprawled out on his back on my cot, with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts. He's stripped naked except for a t-shirt that's gotten worked up his chest to just above his nipples, which I could see had been chewed red and raw. He lifts his crewcut head when he hears me come in, and the bastard just arches his cum-splattered eyebrows at me in a lame "I-fucked-up" expression. I see someone's stuffed his olive-drab army-issue boxers into his mouth as a gag. Right, as if Marty was gonna yell and risk somebody other than me finding him that way!" she laughed.
" The funny part --- I even thought it was funny then, mad as I was at him and worried as I was about the boy-- was what had happened to his cock. It was still hard and standing straight up, because there was one of my rubber tourniquet hoses tied around the base. And you know the room had filled up with mosquitoes , drawn by the lamp near the bed through the window that the boy left open when he escaped. So for three hours or so they'd been swarming all over his blood-engorged prick in a cloud, and biting the hell out of it like the unprotected arm in one of those Off repellent commercials. They'd kept nailing his dick no matter how hard he'd try to shake them off by moving his hips, cause there were so many, so he'd finally given up. They got his balls and stomach pretty bad, too, I think, 'cause of the oily sweet-smelling ointment that he and his double-crossing jail bait jack off buddy had swiped from my supply cabinet."
"Youch," muttered Nick, grimacing.
She laughed. "Served him right.
"Well naturally I was a little pissed that my Army Sergeant man had in a single night reduced himself in rank to homo recruit, and I refused to listen much to his "I-can-explain-why-I-let-a(n)- "18"-year-old-boy-hose-me-in-the-face" excuses that came streaming out after I unplugged his boylovin' mouth, but of course how could I really blame him for falling into the same trap that I had? Obviously, the boy knew how to charm the pants off of anybody, so who was I to be indignant about Marty getting momentarily sidetracked by that incredible cock just the way I had? So even though I did angrily kick his bare ass out of my cabin that night, by next morning I was treating his swollen insect bites and confessing to him my own fling with the boy. He was furious with me but was in too much discomfort himself at the moment to make a big deal about it." She laughed. "Man, he swelled up pretty big--- course not as big as the boy was to begin with."
Nick felt his own rod stirring again, though he imagined it the size of a worm. The size thing was starting to bug him, so he picked up his courage and asked her the question.
"So was that all it was? How big the kid's dick was? Was that what made you want to sleep with him.?"
Instead of looking offended, she answered him matter-of-factly, "No. You can buy rubber dicks bigger than that at the porn store. The dick was just his most obvious tool. It's like the watch that a hypnotist dangles in front of you. It's just the thing you focus on when you go under his seductive spell. It's really the boy's overall attitude that got to me, that incredibly intense adolescent horniness, that normally, appealing as it may be in other young guys, was somehow impossible for me to not give into and act upon with this boy. For a long time I felt guilty that I'd somehow made him go over the edge and run away. But now I understand that he came to that campfire for ME, and that if he hadn't scorched his penis and panicked I could have calmed him down and sent him home with his parents the next day."
"Except of course, that nobody ever showed up, right?"
"You're right. They abandoned him. They must have been horrible people. I'm glad they didn't come."
"Do you miss him?"
She hesitated, eyeing him as if to assess how honest she could be with him. "Miss that horny little teenager? Yes I do. Some times when I masturbate now I eat popcorn first as I kind of aphrodisiac. I ache for him as I eat it, as if once again when I finish, we're gonna meet in his little room like we did those two nights and repeat the greatest sex I've ever had. "
"Well my supper break is over, got to get back to work." She said finally, standing up. "Nice meeting you, Nick. And go easy on that hand, " she said, giving him a suggestive look that melted away the last of his caution. "You've got two, so use the other." she laughed.
"Well If I had a beautiful companion like you around all week, I wouldn't have to use either, " Nick smiled and took one of her hands to kiss it. She beamed and didn't pull away, so he asked her, "Would you go out with me next weekend?"
"I told you, I have a boyfriend," she said sweetly, but not discouragingly.
"We can do something innocent," he pleaded, "like go to a movie."
"I don't know," she said. "Innocence is so easily lost. But I'll think about it. Stop in next Saturday afternoon and I'll let you know. If nothing else, you can always come in and have a few beers while I'm working."
Nick left Woody's with hope.
(end part 1 of 2)
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Article 51756 of alt.sex.stories: Message-ID: 163428Z15041995@anon.penet.fi Path: usenet.ufl.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an179397@anon.penet.fi (Stroker Al) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an179397@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 15 Apr 1995 16:32:39 UTC Subject: FRIDAY 13" #5 NURSING A GRUDGE 2/2 (M/F, M/M/F) Lines: 569
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES..
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is the 5th in a series of stories dealing mainly with male to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well
Friday 13" #5: NURSING A GRUDGE
By Stroker Al
(PART 2 of 2)
Nick spent the next week in a daze. He never stopped thinking about Michele and jacked off constantly, imagining himself, with his dick twice as big as it was, fucking her, face to face, and then going down on her hot, sweet dark wet pussy and licking up every drop of their commingled fuck juices. The nocturnal sound of his wet smacking rod naturally drew a couple of his cabin mates over to his bed for some mutual jacking, which he consented to gratefully, though while keeping to himself the nature of the fantasies that were really triggering the spermy gushes over his buddies' fists.
On Saturday he appeared once again at Woody's and sat down at the bar to wait for her to notice him, since she was distracted by other customers and didn't seem to see him come it.
"So what movie are we going to see?" she asked matter-of-factly in place of saying hello.
Nick's blood rushed throughout his body in excitement, ending in a snap of his cock to attention. "The longest one we can find." he grinned. "No, really, whatever you want to see."
He listed the four movies that were in town, and she picked the one horror flick among them, which was good, he thought, since she might need someone to clutch a few times.
"What theater is that showing in?" she asked suddenly. When he told her, she looked satisfied. "Good. They have great popcorn there. There's nothing like a big hot tub of popcorn dripping with hot butter" She said with a smile before turning away to another customer.
Hot damn, she wants me, Nick thought to himself gleefully. His bone asserted itself against his thigh at the news, and he patted it discreetly. "Down boy. We've got a couple hours to go."
Michelle was to get off work at 9, which would allow them to catch the 9:30 showing of the movie. She just needed time to swing by her house and change her clothes. "I'd like to put on a skirt," she said. All right, he thought to himself. Easy access! This was going to be a major feel-up session, if nothing else, he thought with joy. He waited in his car for her outside her house on the edge of the town. She took an unexpectedly long time, which nearly made them late for the movie.
When they arrived and he paid for their tickets, she dashed first to the concession stand to get popcorn. "The jumbo bucket, please, " she told the boy behind the counter. "We're ravenous."
"Butter?" he asked. "No thanks," she said.
Nick appeared next to her, puzzled "I thought you said you wanted hot butter,"
"Trust me," she said, putting her arm around him. "This is the best way."
They went in and found seats in the middle, two thirds of the way down towards the screen. There were only a handful of people in the theater, scattered all over, and the movie was just starting. When they sat down, he automatically put his arm over the back of her seat, and she relaxed her neck against it. So far so good, he thought.
Among the preview trailers they showed before the film was one for was Bernardo Bertolucci's "Little Buddha."
"I love Bertolucci, " she said.
"So do I. Do you know Last Tango in Paris," he asked.
"Of course," she replied.
"So why you didn't ask for butter?" he joked, risking repulsion.
"Watch it, asshole. I haven't trimmed my nails lately," she grinned at him. He laughed, red faced but excited as hell.
"In that case I guess you'll just have to be gentler with me." he whispered suggestively.
Now it was her turn to laugh, which she did heartily as she leaned over to kiss him. They lingered in that position until he began to reach for her knee and her breasts, at which she pulled calmly away from him.
"I'm going to the ladies room --- to make a few adjustments,'" she said, and got up and left.
He sat there nervously, too nervous to even eat any of the popcorn that she left there with him. His rod was hard in his pants and he rubbed it absently through the denim of his jeans as he watched the curiously unfrightening movie and anticipated her return.
After what seemed like an eternity, his date plopped down next to him again and stared straight ahead at the film, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"Everything okay? " he asked, and she nodded. Then with the other hand, she nonchalantly handed him something. It was pair of her panties that she had obviously just taken off. Green light, he shouted inwardly with delight. He pressed them to his nose and breathed in the warm, wettish scent of her vulva, sweetened with some kind of powder or cologne. He smiled at her in the dark, but she went on watching the film, seeming to ignore him, but pointedly spreading her legs apart to create a large, inviting opening in the skirt.
My god she was a big woman, Nick thought again, feeling her smooth knee brush against his while opening her legs. A regular Nordic giantess, she was. He wondered how she'd be in bed. Was he up to this? His dick said yes, standing straight up in his Jeans. He followed her lead and looked back at the movie as he reached over to caress her thigh. So smooth, such firm flesh. The thigh was streamlined like swimmer's and he imagined what two of these babies would feel like squeezing together around his hips and ass as he fucked her. They seemed thicker and more powerful than was possible for such a beauty. The act of spreading her legs, apparently, stretching her muscles to give her solid but soft flesh unexpected substance. Unexpected, because since she was the first girl whose legs he had not had to pry open himself to get at her pussy, his experience had been only with the shy stillness of relaxed leg muscles.
Finally, propelled by his warm palm flatly skimming the runway of her smooth limb surface, his fingertips brushed up against her barmaid's bush. He tickled at it for a second before slowly careful extending the fingers so he could begin stroking her vulva . He touched surprisingly dry flesh, so he branched his fingers outward and began a circular caress drumming his fingers through her bush to find the crack of her cunt. But his fingers remained on the surface. More intrigued than puzzled by the anatomy of his unusual girl, he lowered his knuckles onto the theater seat and gently slid his fingers forward into the warmer, wetter spot where her crotch met the upholstery .
There, his fingers encountered a warm, smooth crease in her flesh, oddly uneven, being swollen and rounded on one side and flat on the other, but a crease none the less. He pressed his digits into the crevasse, intending to widen and invade it, but no sooner had he inserted his fingertips then she made a sound that might have been one of pain, and lifted her left thigh suddenly. And just as suddenly, the warm, tight recess that he had started to probe loosened dramatically. His fingertips were now practically floating, like when someone pokes a huge, light mound of raised dough, but they were meeting resistance once again, soft wrinkly, hairy resistance, but resistance all the same. What he was feeling was a depression in her flesh, but not an orifice. It gave tenderly under pressure, but only to a point, beyond which he somehow sensed would have definitely caused pain. He knew this instinctively, but as to how he knew it, he hadn't a clue. It was if he were somehow more familiar with this unidentified part of the female anatomy than any other.
Simultaneously, he was startled to feel an impossibly ready slap on the back of his hand, as if with her left hand she had mirrored his every move under her skirt and had now brought it down on his arm to arrest his progress. His disorientation intensified when, as his eyes turned questioningly to her face, they locked on the far hand that still held the large bucket of popcorn.
He impulsively seized the wrist-thick appendage that after striking him had remained resting over his hand. It took several seconds for him to understand that what he now gripped in his fist was a large, thick-veined and fully erect dick , after which his hand locked upon it with the paralysis of the shock. It took another several seconds for him to realize that this pulsating pole of flesh was attached to his date. That the twat he'd been looking for did not exist, that the long blonde-locked beauty beside him was a man, not a woman. But by then it was too late. His jaw had dropped open to cry out, and the panties that he had let fall to his lap had been suddenly thrust into his mouth by a distinctly feminine hand, muffling his cry when it finally came. Even in his agitation, nick recognized that the taste of the panties was pure pussy. Cunt juice as sweet as any he'd ever tasted. They'd been worn by her, but given to him by ....him?
Now his shoulders were being gripped from both sides. Someone in the previous few seconds had sat down on his right, the someone who had gagged him with the panties. He looked at her, dressed in her man's clothes, a plaid flannel shirt and holey jeans and recognized the barmaid that'd he'd just seconds ago thought he'd discovered was a man. But she was still a woman. He turned and saw the man whose dick he still clenched as if for safety , grinning at him from under a blonde wig and reaching over to grab his bulging crotch. His confusion intensified even as his own dick battered steel hard up against the big strong hand that now squeezed the Mount Fuji-shaped tent of thick denim that dominated his crotch.
"Nick, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Friday. I DID mention to you I had a boyfriend, didn't I? In fact he lives with me, and has for ten years now. We've got a LOT in common. In fact we're almost the same height. We like to wear each other's clothes. We're very close. Why, this morning he even used my razor to shave his legs. Aren't they dreamy? So long and strong and smooth and pale?
Nick swallowed hard as his mistake resonated in his bones and his prick grew ever stiffer.
"And how do you like his prick? You didn't believe me about how long it is, and now you can feel it yourself. Go on check it out! "
Nick hesitated, not being used to indulging his penchant for dick in front of women he was trying to score with, but as the initial shock of the situation was now wearing off, he was beginning to perceive the uniqueness of the opportunities that were within his grasp. He began tentatively moving his hand up the shaft of Friday's schlong, which extended seemingly forever until nearly emerging beneath the hem of the skirt, where it terminated in a fat knobby dickhead. He removed the panties from his mouth finally and spoke.
"Holy shit, you ARE hung, aren't you?"
Friday kept grinning. "That's it, give me a good feel. Nice and thick for a girl, huh? "
Friday gripped the hem of the skirt and yanked it back to reveal his entire naked abdomen graced by a light bush, obviously growing back from a recent shave. And there was the famous 12 1/2-inch prick standing up in Nick's grip. To his right, Michelle reached over and unzipped the fly of Nick's jeans, through which his throbbing pecker instantly jutted, which even in the light from the movie screen was showing pinkly through a thin layer of precome-soaked white cotton material from his Jockey briefs. Normally a boxer boy, he'd chosen these last remaining pair of briefs from his underwear stock to have been issued to him by his mommy. He'd warn them specially in the hopes of making Michele feel hornily nostalgic for a youthful basket.
"Ah, let's see what you've got here, counselor," she said, leaning over toward him and gripping both sides of his loosened jeans and jockeys and tugging down on them. The motion of her pulling, which unveiled his naked cock, bush and upper ass cheeks, prompted Nick to raise his hips enough to allow Michelle to further de-pants her dazzled date all the down to his ankles.
"Check him out, Babe," Michelle whispered over to Friday, who was sitting back enjoying Nick's lingering introductory stroking of his legendary fuck stick. "I already did, remember?, " said Friday, fondling Nick's stiff erection. "Last weekend throughout the peephole in the stall at Woody's when Nicky boy blew his wad into the urinal."
Nick remembered the eye he'd spotted and felt an additional thrill of heat in his bone. "Two boys jacking each other's cocks, " said Friday. "Who needs pussy now?" he laughed, at which Michelle arched across Nick's exposed midsection and slapped her boyfriend's face playfully.
"Nick does, you moron!" she teased. "He came here to feel up my pussy, didn't you, Nicky? He wasn't after some dumb old dick, were you?"
Nick grinned sheepishly at her and then looked over again at the megapenis he was stroking. "Uh, well, I certainly wasn't expecting your boyfriend to be here at all, much less that I'd be playing with his dick. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course," he added hurriedly. "And yes, I wanted--WANT your pussy, Michelle. Am I gonna get it?"
"I don't know, Nick. Are you?" she whispered seductively, leaning back in the theater seat with her leg's spread apart. The huge holes around the crotch and thighs of her boyfriend's jeans exposed large patches of men's paisley patterned boxer shorts. Nick reached over and put his free hand into the largest hole, which opened the jeans from the upper right thigh to just below the crotch. With his fingers he bunched up the loose, baggy cotton of the boxers that he encountered, until her cool smooth flesh became uncovered from beneath the hem. There he gained entry with his hand and slid his fingers up under the leg of her boyfriend's boxers, feeling her inner thigh.
Meanwhile Nick continued to jack her boyfriend's dick, which was tenting her skirt higher and higher. His fingers crept up her thigh until the tips encountered the wet, hairy threshold of her vulva. She moaned and lowered herself farther in the seat, but he couldn't maneuver his hand any farther from that angle. He pulled his hand out, and she, understanding, unzipped the jeans and yanked them down to her knees. The fly of her boyfriend's boxers gaped open invitingly and Nick inserted his hand through it, not for the stiff boner that he usually sought for inside a pair of guy's shorts, but for Michele's furry, wet cunt , which he then cupped in his palm. He pressed and rubbed it gently, up and down, jamming his fingers down into the hot space between her pussy and the boxer-lined theater seat. After many caresses, he began to nudge open her labia with the tip of his middle finger as he rubbed downward.
"Get the butter," she moaned.
He laughed, thinking she was just quoting Bertolucci for a joke. Friday laughed too, squeezing Nick's prick in a downward stroke. "Yeah, let's slick things up a bit."
"Its in my purse," she said.
"What is?" Nick asked, stopping.
"The butter. Take it out of my purse. I'm ready for it now."
Nick watched Friday reach into the purse, which was sitting in front of the seat where Michelle had originally been sitting, and which Friday now occupied. He pulled out a single, foil-wrapped stick of Land O' Lakes Butter. Whoa, thought Nick, seeing the expensive brand label. Class!
Though certainly softened, with only the air-conditioning of the theater to cool it, the stick seemed to have retained its shape, Nick saw. Now he was beginning to understand. Friday handed him the butter.
"Would you do the honors of feeding my girl's pussy this butter? I'll take over my own prick for a while. Go ahead." Friday encouraged him. Nick released Friday's dick and took the butter, and then removed his hand from Michelle's vulva to allow her to pull off the jeans and boxers. A few seconds later, she was leaning back in the seat again, her knees up and apart, naked from the waist down except for her boyfriend's white socks and Doc Martens. She was pulling her labia apart to expose the glistening, many-folded recess of her vagina.
"Come on, Nick. Slide me that butter, you hungry stud." she hissed.
Nick stood up, oblivious now to his surroundings, his dick waving like a Fourth of July flagpole as he shuffled his shucked-pants-entangled ankles around to stand in front of Michelle's seat, where he began to unwrap the butter.
"Down in front!" called the crabbed voice of an old man from somewhere farther up in the seats, followed by a small chorus of assenting voices. Nick quickly dropped into a squatting position, his bare knees brushing her soft naked calves. His dick bobbed up and down just under the edge of her theater seat as he leaned forward to insert the butter into the hot oven of her cunt. "This is gonna melt on contact with your pussy, babe." He said, gently guiding one end of the stick into her vaginal opening. She gasped and pulled the stick from his hand all the way in with her vaginal muscles. As she moaned with the sensation, Nick let his buttery fingers linger in the opening of her pussy.
"I don't know, dairy farm boy," she cooed, "it's still awfully cool and stiff. It might need a little churning from you."
Nick looked up at her questioningly, "Um, I think if its butter, it's already been churned," he said.
"Well then come here and let me saut your raw red meat in it," she whispered. Nick looked at her face and then up higher and beheld Friday, who had gotten up behind Michelle's seat and was now standing behind her, hands massaging her shoulders. He was looking very Kurt Cobain in his blonde locks and plaid skirt, and his dick was protruding over the seat Where Michele was cradling it in between her neck and shoulder.
At the same moment, Michelle and Friday reached out their arms to grip Nick's arms and shoulders and pull him forward onto Michelle. "Wait--" cried Nick, as his dick jammed under the lip of the theater seat. He thrust his legs upward out of the squatting position . and once his dick was clear of the seat, tumbled forward onto Michelle. It was a very awkward position for him, because his weight forced him forward and his back was arched, but then the theater seat reclined enough that he became more comfortable. His chest flattened Michelle's against the seat, and their heads locked in deep kisses, with Friday's supercock extending between their throats. Her boyfriend threw the hem of Michelle's skirt up over their heads and pressed even closer.
Friday's dick flopped and jutted between the lover's faces, and they kissed and licked him intermittently as they tongued each other's hot mouths. Nick grabbed Friday's dick again, now with a buttery hand, and as he stroked it, used it as a hand hold for leverage to pull himself the rest of the way onto Michelle.
Down below, Nick used his other hand to ease his dick into Michelle's butter-crammed cunt. His dickhead mashed against the cool resistance of the butter, as the sides of her pulsing pussy fluttered feathery flesh alongside his shaft, basting it with buttery cunt juices. She dug her hard nails into Nick's tight, smooth, bare ass, goading him to thrust deeper into her. The butter began to soften with the action of his dick, and Michelle pulled the popcorn bucket underneath the seat to catch the dripping melted butter that was beginning to spurt out of her cunt.
As Nick rammed his cock into her pussy, he felt warm butter melting over his balls and felt the big droplets of creamery butter shaking off of his hairy nuts as they slapped against the base of her cunt. The bucket of popcorn between his legs on the floor caught every drop of the golden, hot stuff as it drizzled and spurted with each of Nick's thrusts.
"How does your hard prick feel inside my babe's twat, dude? " Friday said. "She really knows how to grip a guy's cock, doesn't she? Sort of like you do with your fists, Nick. Well, she's gonna milk your college boy summer jizz out of you in no time at all, like she's done to me a few thousand times. Would you mind If I joined you, buddy? There's room in there for two, I can guarantee you. I've been fucking her for ten years now, and she could take a baseball bat up her cunt if she wanted to."
Friday got behind the puzzled Nick and leaned forward onto him. He lifted the skirt up and let his huge rod probe between Nick's hairy inner thighs and pass underneath his buttered balls, lifting them up and separating them in their hairy sack to straddle Friday's invading dick. Friday 's cock head nudged against the base of Michelle's pussy, just where the underside of the shaft of Nick's erection was plunging in and out of the many-petalled rose of her quivering flesh.
At just the right moment he pressed forward and the momentum of Nick's inward thrust pulled Friday's dickhead into her cunt like the top step of an escalator gobbling up an untied shoe lace. Friday followed through with a mighty thrust that nearly crushed Nick between the horny couple. Nick's ass cheeks were pressed flat against the scratchy washboard hardness of Friday's stomach and slowly regrowing bush area, and he felt the pushed up front of the skirt against his lower back. Michelle moaned as the double-stacked dicks now moved inside her.
Now the butter was really starting to melt. Friday's pole also became slick with liquid gold, and Nick enjoyed the extra sensation of buffing the big prickshaft with the hairy crack of his ass as both guys continued thrusting in and out of Michele. It was like riding the sissy bar on his bike as a kid, only more fun.
"Let's give her a fuck she'll never forget, huh dude?' Said Friday's stubbled cheek into Nick's ear, as he pressed his big chest against Nick's sweating back. Now this was Nick's kind of double date, he thought to himself as he got into Friday's rhythm and proceeded porking Michelle. Yeah, he thought. Two iron stiff dudes, plugging a pussy with their piston-dicks at the same time, chest to back , thigh to thigh, balls swinging to the beat. As Nick squeezed Michelle's tits with both hands, Friday twisted Nick's own tits, and felt all up and down his pecs and abs. Nick went wild with the sensation of being manhandled by this guy whose girlfriend he was co-fucking.
"Fuck me harder, Nick," Michelle groaned. And Nick obeyed. He thrilled at the feeling of his dick being squeezed together with Friday's as if their dicks comprised one mighty piece of prick.
"Nicky boy, you're one hell of a fuck buddy, you know that, dude? " Friday said. " I'm gettin off sharing Michelle's pussy with your hard cock. You got a powerful set of thigh muscles on you too, bud. They're giving my root a work out."
Finally, the most incredible thing happened, as Nick heard Friday gasp and groan against him. With the sensitive underside of his own dick, he could feel the pumping of the Jizz though Friday's cockshaft, like a firehose shooting tons of water on a blaze. Michelle's blazing twat began to be doused by Friday's hot dick chowder: thick, creamy white, chunky , salty and squirty, cascading out of her pussy, down his balls and all over the popcorn in the bucket below.
Nick gasped at the incredible pleasure that Friday's slippery spunk spewing added to his fucking of Michelle. His dick was jumping up and down in the spermy sludge like a kid out in his front yard during the first snowfall. The iron bar of manmeat underneath his prick was softening and shrinking now, and it made him feel like his own dick was swelling to fill the void in the babe's pussy. As Friday pulled out, his fat dick head grazed nick's inner thighs and smeared them with buttery mancome, stickying the hairs and making his thighs crackle when they touched.
"She's all yours, Nick-Dick. Make her good, bro. Fuck her like a madman and make her come." Friday hissed. He patted Nick's ass to urge him on, which made Nick thrust harder and harder. Friday took advantage of Nick's preoccupation to really feel up his hard little firm ass, squeezing it, rubbing it and slapping it good. Then he knelt down and began to lick the salty sweat off of the backs of Nick's churning thighs. While tonguing those hairy hunks of muscle and working his mouth upward into the crack of Nick's ass, he also worked Nicks pants and briefs the rest of the way off.
Nick and Michelle rocked together insanely, their tongues down each other's throats, their arms around each other, their hot raw sex equipment fusing together like melting iron. Michelle started coming first and her cries of ecstasy, combined with the sudden plunge of tongue into his asshole, put Nick over the edge, feeling as he was for the moment, a total stud. He shouted as his pressure cooked jizz blasted into her hot slit and squirted out all over their crotches and ran down into the popcorn bucket. Friday shoved Nicks ass forward with his face as he licked deep between Nick's ass cheeks, causing Nick to drill his wad spewing dick as deep into his orgasming girlfriend as he could go.
Usher flashlights lit up Nick and Michelle's contorted faces for a moment, traced down Nick's bare butt to Friday's burrowing head and then passed on to other aisles, where a pair of whispering girls were asked to be quiet, and a can of outside soda pop was confiscated.
"Okay, Nicky boy, don't stop now. Give her the coup degrease. Make her come moon rockets!"
"Wha-h? Huh?" gasped Nick, confused but attentive, determined to satisfy this chick in any way he could.
"Eat her pussy out, counselor. Quick, before the good stuff all runs out!"
Nick's dick had flopped out of Michelle as he blinked at her in hesitation, and instantly it became hard again. He sought her eyes for a sign, and when she smiled, he plummeted his head between her thighs and buried his mouth in her pussy. Her pubes were foamy with Friday's cooling, thickening jizz and Nick's own still hot, crawly pecker juice. The strong bitter flavors were heightened and mellowed by the hot butter and the natural juices of Michelle's cunt. Nick lapped it all up with his tongue, barely allowing himself to breath. He let the sex stew slither down his throat in small gulps as he ate her out, straining his powerful tongue into every fold of her hot wet pussyflesh. She screamed with delight and shuddered in a stream of orgasms.
As Nick worked his tongue in and out of Michelle's' pussy and buffed his sex wet face with her buttery, spermy bush, he felt Friday's grip on one of his ankles, lifting, and then the other. Then he felt the scratchy sensation of the Michelle's skirt being pulled up his own calves and thighs, by Friday, crackling the fine dark hairs with static electricity before it was brought up around his waist. He looked down to see his sturdy, young man's leg emerging from the pleated skirt.
He stood up and turned around to behold the now bare chested Friday just starting to zip up the fly of Nick's jeans which he had put on himself. The man's rod, even soft, was a tight fit into Nick's briefs, which were now even wetter with Friday's excess semen. "Mind if I have that shirt now, bud?" grinned Friday, holding out Michelle's;' sweater and shirt to exchange.
"Guess It's my turn to play the girl now, huh?" Nick sighed, shucking the shirt and handing it over.
"If you don't mind, Nick buddy. After all, WE know you're a man, right babe?" Friday replied as he pulled Nick's shirt down over his own chest. "It takes balls to put on a skirt in public, man and you've got a fine set, " he laughed. "Which reminds me..." he added, Kneeling down and ducking his head under the skirt and between Nick's legs. Nick gasped as he felt Friday's dancing tongue begin lapping up the hot butter that still dripped from his balls. When he'd finished licking Nick's nuts clean, all three of them composed themselves and returned to their seats to watch the film. A woman asked Nick to stop adjusting his wig so that she could see the film.
Michelle handed Nick the popcorn bucket, which he rested on the expanse of skirt fabric that stretched between his widely parted legs. This way, throughout the film, his crotch was as accessible to his companions as the popcorn. All three of them munched on the popcorn ravenously and agreed that it was the tastiest they'd ever had. Nick in particular savored each fistful of buttery jizzed up sexjuicy popcorn that he thrust into his mouth. The flavors melded incredibly together, salty, corny, jizzy, horny cunty. Mmmmmm.
Friday and Michelle intermittently groped his dick and balls during the rest of the film, and after the popcorn was gone, Friday poked at and tickled his hairy asshole with a buttery finger.
Friday ran out to the concession stand and brought Michelle and Nick and himself sodas, which the other two drank quickly. "Can you get me another MR. Pibb," begged Michelle after a short time.
"Aw baby, just gimme the glass, and I'll fix you a Mr. Piss instead."
"Eeuuuuwwww!!" she cried. "Not with popcorn!"
"Well how about a sip of my nice refreshing Cock?" Friday snickered.
The other two looked over to see Friday stirring his half-full class of Coke with the outermost few inches of his semi-erect dick, grimacing in pleasurable pain from the cold, carbonated sensations overtaking his rod.
"That's better," she sighed, reaching across Nick to take the cup from Friday. After downing a few gulps, she handed it to Nick, who drained all but a few swallows, which he gave back to Friday. Thus, the three were satiated for the duration of the flick.
On screen, another pair of idiotic libidinous and defenseless camp counselors was about to be sliced and diced by the impossibly resourceful and ubiquitous Jason.
"This is such crap. How could people be as stupid as they are in these movies?" said Michelle. "Let's get out of here. Nick, you want to come to our place for a while?"
"Definitely," smiled Nick. "I've got time to burn."
" We've got some much more interesting movies there, " she said as the three of them filed out of the row and up the aisle. "Friday's getting pretty good with the video camera, aren't you sweetie?"
"Aaaaa!" replied Friday, dismissively. "The quality isn't the best, but the action's pretty damned good. Especially the ones from this summer. You might recognize a few faces, Nicky. And a few dicks. Who knows, you might even see.....yourself!"
Look for further tales of Friday 13"
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