"The Glory Hole Sagas" Chapter Six
Bisexuality?
After my exciting night with my English instructor, Mr. Hamilton (considering our intimacy, I now called him `Jeff' when we're alone), I was eager for my date with the other stud who had accidentally helped me accept my sexuality, Sam. He was my buddy from my fencing class, and had been the first guy I had had sex with through the glory hole in the T-room I had stumbled upon a few days earlier in the basement of the Administration Building at my small college. A Vietnam veteran in his late 20's, Sam was muscular, very hairy, around three inches taller than my 6'1", and married. He lived off campus with his wife and baby. There was no missing the fact that Sam was from Texas, since he usually dressed in cowboy boots and western style shirts, and had an easy, sexy drawl. Sometimes he even wore a cowboy hat! In the locker room, I could not miss that on Sam's big uncut dick there was a brown birthmark shaped like an arrowhead pointing towards his pubes. He had approached me first through the first glory hole I had ever seen, and when I agreed to reciprocate, that birthmark was very obvious, as were the cowboy boots under the toilet stall wall. Sam was supposed to come to my room after work that Saturday afternoon, supposedly to "study", and had promised to bring beer and pot.
After an early round of sex and a nice breakfast, I left Jeff's large house on that Saturday morning and took the bus back to campus. I stopped at a store to buy a lot of junk food and the biggest jar of Vaseline in the store before I went back to my room. I lay down to rest for my 5 PM date with Sam, since it was only just past noon. I set my alarm for 4, and woke refreshed. Dressing in fresh clothes, I ran downstairs to get a sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then sat in my room waiting for Sam, smoking cigarettes. There was a knock on my door at exactly 5:00, and there was Sam, grinning. He had a bag with three cold six packs, and some books to make his wife believe we had been studying.
"I got a few hours before my wife expects me home, kid, so let's take our time and relax, and have ourselves a good ol' time. I've been thinking about you all day at work, and I'm so fucking horny that if we started right now, I'd pop my fuckin' nut in about a minute. My little ol' pecker's been hard as a rock all fuckin' day. It wasn't all bad - some of the customers kept staring at my crotch and gave me bigger than usual tips! So, hand me one of those beers and roll us a few joints so we can party, son!"
I popped most of the beer into the little bar refrigerator I "inherited" from my old roommate when he dropped out last April to join a commune in Arizona. I then rolled three fat joints from a bag he tossed at me, and lit one up. As I passed the joint to him, I said: "I know you have a tendency towards noisy sex and loud orgasms, but don't worry, Sam. They built this dorm building to house the musicians every summer from the art's festival, so it is soundproof. That's also why the rooms are so big, and we have full sized twin beds instead of the narrow beds in the regular dorms. I know from experience that you can't any noise from the next room, so we have a lot of privacy to have as noisy sex as we want."
Sam grinned at me as he popped open a can of beer. "I bet you turn out to be a howler, too, kid. You have that wild animal look about you. You sure made a lot of fuckin' noise when I was eating that hot little ass of yours the other day in that there toilet stall we shared. Of course, no one could hear it because you had a big ol' black pecker rammed down your throat at the time!" I picked up a pillow and threw it at him as we laughed, remembering the hot time we had shared with an anonymous black working man through the glory hole the day before in our basement T-room.
"I've got to thank you, Sam, for eating my ass just then. It made me yell just as that stud rammed his cock into my mouth, and I was able to deep throat that big fuckin' dong! I sure have learned a lot in just a few days, big fella."
We sat on the two chairs in the room, drinking beer and smoking joints, while Sam asked my about my sexual experiences. I stuck to the events of that week. He had the same disappointed look that Jeff had had when I told him about my more recent sexual activities. I laughed, "Jeff reacted the same way when I told him last night about my session with you and the black guy in the toilet. I'll tell you the same thing I told Jeff: I'm 19 fucking years old, and it's been hours since I shot my last load. Don't worry, man, I've already got plenty of jizz built up for you. And I`m horny as hell!"
Sam grinned. "Yeah, I remember what it was like to be 19 - always so fucking horny, you`re ready to fuck a goat!"
"Jeff thinks your a hot stud, and told me I was a lucky man to be spending the afternoon with you."
"How does he know me?"
"Do you remember when we left the toilet yesterday afternoon, we passed a really tall redhead with a mustache and beard in the hall?"
"Oh, yeah, him. Yeah, I've seen him around, and he's really hot. I always hoped to connect... Wait - THAT'S your English teacher??" I nodded. "Fuck. I'm gonna make sure I get a class with him next semester!" We both laughed. "So let ask you, Ike - a stud that tall - is his pecker tall also?"
I laughed and said "You'll have to find out yourself, Sam. I don't fuck and tell!" We laughed some more, and then I got serious. "Sam, would you be offended if I ask you a personal question?"
He laughed at that. "Kid, you've had your big ol' pecker in my man-hole, and we've swallowed each other`s man-seed. How more intimate can two guys get? Do you really think I have anything to hide from you? Ask anything you want, kid."
"I couldn't help but notice how very enthusiastic you are about sex with guys, particularly about uh... having the other guy's dick in your mouth and ass. So I sort of assumed you're... um... you know... gay? How..., how did you happened to get married?"
"That's easy to explain, kid. I'm bisexual."
"What's that?"
"I swing both ways - I dig guys and chicks. As far as getting married, I knocked up this girl I was screwing back in Texas when I first came home from Nam, and her dad and 6 VERY big brothers convinced me to do the right thing. Three days after she realized she was pregnant, I was standing in front of a preacher with 2 black eyes, a broken nose, a pain in my gut, and the knowledge that her daddy and all her brothers had loaded shotguns in their pick-up trucks. Of course, no one mentioned that a few nights earlier I had spent several hours fucking and sucking and getting it from her two youngest brothers. Or that I had had a uh... thing' going with her eldest brother. Ray, when we were in high school."
"Actually, I like being married and being a dad. I really love my son, and I am so excited about my wife having another brat that I can barely keep still. I tell, ya', Ike, I hope it's a girl. I want a little princess to spoil rotten. If I'm totally honest, I have to admit that even if we were forced to get married in the first place, I've come to really love and respect my wife. But I'm a very sexual person and my wife is not. While I love sex with women, I deeply crave that hot, hard sex I can have with good looking strong studs like you. I always feel that I have to be more gentle with a woman than I have to be with a real MAN! With a masculine man like you I can let go and get what I truly need out of sex."
"Hmm, maybe I'm bisexual too. Much as I love sucking cock and fucking man-ass, I think I want to keep dating girls. Although I also prefer men, I still like sex with chicks. I do want to have kids, so I have some thinking to do before I start telling people I may be gay."
"Well, I bet that a well hung, handsome, masculine young stud guy like you has to beat broads off with a fuckin' baseball bat."
"Uh.. I do alright. I have two girlfriends right now, and they are both aware that I am having sex with the other one. But until know, I have never been particularly aggressive about sex." I was slightly embarrassed., since I never thought of myself as particularly good looking or sexy. I just accepted Sam's compliments as a part of our sex-play. Although I began to wonder - he wasn't the first person in the last few days to call me good looking.... or masculine..... or sexy.... To change the topic, I stated: "I really want to be a father, so I can be as good a dad as my father was to me."
"Was? Does that mean...?"
"Yeah, he's gone. You see, my mom and dad were pretty old when they had me. Dad died when I was 17, but when I was growing up, he was my fuckin' best friend. I mean, we were close enough that I could tell him about the first time I had sex with a girl like I was telling a buddy. I still have Mom, but she`s always been in delicate health." I sat there looking sad as I missed my dead father, so Sam walked over and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss.
It rapidly turned into a passionate kiss, and I reached up and unbuttoned Sam's dress shirt. As I stood up, we both quickly stripped, throwing our clothes on my roommate's bed. Sam grabbed me in one of his bone crunching bear hugs. I lifted my head and we kissed until I couldn`t breath anymore. I felt his big dick getting hard between my thighs, while my erection, up against my belly, was trapped between our bodies. I dropped to my knees and parted Sam's legs, so I could get to his balls. Like his ass, his balls are also not very hairy. I licked them until he begged me to chew them. When I bit too hard, Sam pulled me to my feet and dragged me to my bed. He threw me down and climbed on top of me. He began to suck my cock, and his cock was near my mouth, so I sucked it, although the difference in out heights mean I could only get a little bit of his cock in my mouth. It became too much for me - I love having my cock sucked, and I was coming to realize I love a hard dick in my mouth. It was too stimulating. I was at risk of cumming too fast if I kept doing both.
I parted his hairy ass cheeks, and began to lick the crack. It tasted clean, so I dived in with my tongue. Sam yelled "Oh, fuck, that feels great, kid! Tongue fuck my man-hole!", and went back to sucking my cock. I ate his ass until my tongue and jaw couldn't take it any more. I dropped back to rest.
Sam saw the jar of Vaseline on my nightstand, and grabbed it. He greased up my fat 9" dick, then sat on my cock. He rode me like a cowboy riding a rodeo bull, complete with Sam waving one arm in the air! He held himself up a little, so I could fuck up as he rode down. We pulled on each other's tits as we grinned at each other. Sam obviously wanted us to cum quickly this first time together in a bed. When I tried to slow down, he just bounced faster and harder on my dick. He hissed: "Yesss.. oh, fuck, kid, youre big, fat pecker is hitting my ass nut just right, Im gonna.... I`m.. AW, FUCK!!" He sprayed my body with his cum.
The spasms in his ass set me off, and I grunted "Oh, FUCK! Yeah, I'm... gonna... Take my fucking load, cowboy!" as I filled his ass. He kept riding my cock as long as it stayed hard, dribbling more cum on my belly. When I slipped out of his ass, Sam collapsed on top of me, glued together by his cum. We kissed as we tried to breath.
We took a break for some more beer and dope and munchies, and were soon both hard and ready to go again. Sam threw me on my belly and began to eat my ass with passion. He had my guts burning soon. "Sam, I need a finger in there, stud." He greased a finger and slowly put it in. I moaned "Oh, yeah, that feels fucking great!" He finger fucked me for a while, and then added a second finger. I bucked my ass back against his hand to get his fingers in deeper. Sam slowly removed his finger as he kissed his way up my back. He was licking my ears which I discovered drives me wild, and his hard dick was along my ass crack. He whispered in my ear in that sexy drawl of his: "I'm gotta plug that sweet butt of yours right now, kid."
I stood still. Much as Sam's sexy voice and hot tongue had inflamed my ass, I really did think Jeff's suggestion was a good one. So I crawled out from under him, sadly shaking my head as I said, "Sam, I'm sorry. I know some day I'm going to want to get fucked. But I've decided to wait for someone special for my first time. I want my first time to be special, too. It may be you, I don't know. But I've only been having real sex with men since I had sex with you in the glory hole on Wednesday. I need time. I promise you - even if you're not the guy who pops my cherry, you'll get your chance at my tail soon after that happens. OK, stud?"
"No problem, kiddo. I keep forgetting how new you are to this, because you are so fucking good at it! Whoever gets first crack at that hot man-hole of yours will be one lucky motherfucker. I hope he appreciates it."
"He will, Sam. He'll be the sort of man who will, or he won't be the one." I played with the hair on Sam's big chest. "Was your first time special for you, Sam?"
Sam gave a deep laugh. "Fuck, no! I guess you can say I was fuckin' raped and gangbanged, but I ended up not minding it at all. In fact, it turned into one of the best sexual experiences of my life. It was the summer before my senior year in high school. Five of us buddies who regularly fooled around together, usually just in pairs, were having a bit of a party down by the swimming hole one hot afternoon. We'd been skinny-dipping, drinking some booze I had stole from my daddy, and smoking some of the local grown happy-weed. Some ass grabbing turned into some cocksucking which turned into an orgy! I was having a great time! My future brother-in-law, Ray was eating my man-hole, which he had done to me only once before, and I had discovered I loved. I was busy sucking the biggest prong in the group, and didn't notice that Ray had stopped eating my butt and had moved up against my back."
"Without warning, Ray's long, skinny pecker was ramming all the way into my ass-hole. I screamed like a motherfucking banshee, and tried to buck him off, but it just made him want to keep in the saddle even more. He wrapped his arms around me and held on, humping his hips. We went at it like a bucking bronco at the rodeo for at least 15 minutes, but after the first few minutes, it had stopped hurting and began to feel good. Finally, I shot a load just from the pressure of his pecker on my ass nut, and the spasm in my man-hole set him off, making him shoot a big ol' load of seed in my tight man-cunt, which my cousin Pat then licked out of my ass. By time Pat had cleaned Ray's load out, I was hard again, and Pat climbed on and fucked me with his fat prong. By the end of the party, I'd been butt-fucked by all four of those boys, and I had fucked Pat and Ray in their man-cunts. By the end of the week, I'd also butt-fucked the other two studs. After that, Ray and I started being a sort of... a... couple. Lasted our whole senior year. We'd double date, and when our girlfriends got us all horned up but wouldn't put out, we'd go drive out to a field somewhere and fuck each other raw."
I laughed; "I had a buddy in high school who I did that with, too, but we never thought to do anything but take turns sucking each other off." Sam had sat up as we talked. I scooted around and swallowed his cock to the root. I got into the 69 position again, and grabbed his hand, leading back to my ass. Soon, I had two of Sam's big fingers digging deep into my guts. Each thrust got what he had called the "ass nut", and I was flying high. I was using my throat to massage his dick and was manhandling his balls the way knew he liked, and Sam was babbling curse words that let me know I was doing a good job. I felt his cock get harder and fatter, and I slipped back so just the head was in my mouth. I used my tongue on the head for a few seconds, and was rewarded with a salty load of cowboy cum. Two more jabs at my sensitive ass nut and I screamed "Aw, shit! Mother fucker!" and dumped a load on his chest.
We lay back and shared a cigarette. I looked at the wall clock and said. "Believe it or not, I have a date with a girl tonight. And I really do have a little studying to do. So let's wash up and then I have to kick your hot butt out and send it home to your poor wife."
"Poor? Why is my wife poor?"
"Well, that's two loads of Texas jizz I've deprived her pussy of!"
Sam gave a rich laugh. "She hates sex when she's pregnant. In fact, she doesn't particularly like getting fucked most of the time, preferring my tongue and fingers. She knows I fuck with men, and really doesn't mind, as long as I have some for her when she's in the mood. Her only comment about my having "outside sex" was that she didn't give a fuck what I did with guys, but I was HER man, and if she caught me messing around with another woman, she would borrow a shotgun from one of her brothers and shoot off my pecker. And I believe her! I've seen the woman shoot - she could do it at 50 paces, kid. I haven't touched another woman since I've been married, although I have been tempted. She even knew about Ray and me back in the old days, and I think she suspected that I fooled around with her other 2 brothers while we were dating. I can always tell about a day in advance when she's getting in the mood by little hints she makes, and save it up for her then. So don't worry about my wife. I keep her cunt happy."
We went into the bathroom and showered together. Sam got out of the shower first, and discovered I hadn't put out any towels. I told him: "There are a whole bunch in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Grab me a couple, too, will ya?"
He was quiet for a minute and then appeared at the door with some towels and a magazine. "For a beginner, you have a great collection of gay porn."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Sam? The only porn I own is some old straight porn I inherited from Dad and some copies of Playboy."
"Then what's this?"
I got out of the shower and looked at the magazine. Three guys were having sex together in a variety of positions I had never imagined. I looked into the main room. "That's not my dresser. That's my roommate's dresser."
"Then I would guess you have a gay roommate, Ike."
"But Matt is so fuckin' straight - he`s engaged and..." I realized I was talking to a bisexual man about the impossibility of my roommate wanting both men and women.
We sat and looked at a few of the magazines. Sam said: "It's interesting. Most of the magazines feature guys who look a lot like you." He showed me what he meant. In one of the magazines, the guy could have been my twin, except I have a fatter cock. We looked some more, getting turned on.
Suddenly, I had a realization. "Wanna hear something freaky? In most of them the guy who looks like me is fucking a guy who kinda looks like my roommate!"
"Sounds like you are in for an interesting time with your roommate, kid."
I looked at Sam's reawakened hard on, which was already oozing pre-cum. Wrapping my fist around it, I grinned. In an imitation of Sam`s drawl, I teased: "My, you are a horny little cowboy, ain't you, Tex?" I slid to the floor as I swallowed his cock.
"Oh, yeah, kid, eat my fuckin' pecker. Gabble it down deep, and get me even fuckin' hotter." Sam's legs spread as he handed me the jar of Vaseline. I greased up a finger and began to finger fuck him. "Another one, Ike!" Soon, I had three fingers in his ass. Sam pulled my mouth off of his cock, and gave me a deep kiss. Then he stood up against my desk and spread his legs. "Ram the pecker of yours in my man-cunt, kid! Make me take it all! Make me squeal like a fuckin' stuck pig. Make my man-hole take that hot load of your fucking man-seed, kid. OH FUCK..., FUCK ME!"
I was brought up to make a guest feel at home, so before his last wail faded, my balls were banging against his, all 9 inches buried in his burning hot shitter. I grabbed his hips and began to fuck him hard and fast. I had noticed a pattern to what Sam had been saying. When Sam took his hand off the desk to jerk on his cock, I grabbed it and pushed it back to the desk. "Uh, uh, cowboy. No cheating! I got plans for that load!" He grunted, and his ass spasmed. So, my big, muscular buddy DID like being ordered around, huh? Well, I knew from my date with Jeff that I liked ordering guys around.
I fucked him faster. We were like possessed animals, grunting and cursing as our still wet bodies slammed into each other. I felt my balls tightening up, and I knew I was going to shoot. "You're gonna take my fucking load, cowboy? You love a hot stud's load in your man-cunt, don`t you? You want that hot fucking load, Tex?"
"Uh, huh... yea...hhh."
"Beg for it, Tex. Beg for your fucking stud-man to fill your guts with his hot jizz."
"Puh.. puh.. please cum in my man-cunt, Ike. Pl... please fill my fuckin' hole! OH, FUCK! Shooo... shoot that load in me, PLEASE!!!"
I was already past the point of no return. I managed to grunt "Good boy!" before flooding his guts. I pulled partway out, so the cum dripped out of his ass-hole and down his leg a little. I pulled out, dropped to my knees and twirled him around, leaning him back against the desk as I swallowed his cock to the balls. My three fingers rammed back into his ass, and with a howl, Sam fed me another load of Texas cum.
"That sure was some hot porn." Sam joked when we got our breaths back. "You really picked up on my fantasy there, Ike. I fucking loved it. I don't remember the last time I was so thoroughly fucked!"
"It wasn't hard to pick up on your cues, Sam. It became obvious to me what you needed. And that porn not going to stay hidden anymore. I can't wait to see Matt's fuckin' face when he sees it out of the drawer."
Sam gave me a light kiss. "Believe it or not, kid, nine men out of ten would have been so focused on getting their own fuckin' nut off, they wouldn't have heard a word I said. I can tell you that from long experience. You may be a beginner, but you are a great sex partner."
After a second, shorter shower, Sam got dressed and went home for dinner, leaving me some pot and most of the beer as a gift. I went to work on the changes on my short story that Jeff had suggested, and then did my math and biology homework.
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At this point, I should explain about my beloved car, and to do that, I have to explain something about my family. My mother was 45 when I was born, and Dad was 60. They had had a number of miscarriages over the years, and when Mom was pregnant with me, she thought she had started menopause. Never a very strong woman, she had a difficult time giving birth to me, and was always in delicate health after that. I grew up knowing my parents were older than any of my friend's parents, and as soon as I was old enough to understand about death, I knew that my parents could die while I was still pretty young. My father had only one living relative, his cousin Irving, who was 15 years younger than him. My mother had only a very elderly aunt who died when I was 10, her one brother having died during World War II. (I was named for him.) "Uncle" Irving, his wife Helen and their kids lived in Florida. I spent frequent vacations down there with them, because if my parents died while I was a minor, they were going to be my guardians. "Aunt" Helen and "Uncle" Irving had two daughters, one a year older than me, and the other a year younger, and a son five years younger than me. I got along well with them all.
Most people assume that older parents would be distant, but my Dad and I were really close. He basically retired while I was in elementary school, so he was always available. (He maintained a majority of shares in the company he had founded, so he had to make rare business trips.) Dad's hobby was restoring old cars, and he taught me all he knew. We would spend hours in the garage working on the cars, and I loved it. Dad was really like a buddy, or a big brother. And it wasn't like he was putting on a show - he really enjoyed spending time with me, and usually treated me like an adult.
When I turned 16 and started dating girls, he surprised me one day in the garage with a detailed lecture on sexual technique, which he illustrated with some very graphic pornography I didn't know he owned. He followed with a stern lecture on responsible birth control, then handed me a large box of condoms! He said "I may be old enough to be a grandfather, but I don't want you fucking up your life because you couldn't keep your prick in your pants. I want your to be careful. You're an adult now, and adult have to be responsible." He showed me the hiding place for the porn in the garage, and said: "You can borrow any of them you want. Just keep them hidden from your Mom, and for goodness sakes, don't get the fucking things sticky!" Then he grinned as he mimed beating his meat. I was obviously shocked. "Hey, older guys jerk off, son. Especially when their wives are often too sickly for.. um.. marital relations." We both blushed, and dropped the subject, but I used the magazines often. And treasured them after he died.
Shortly after that, Dad caught me smoking a cigarette in the street. Since he and Mom both smoked, he told me he wasn't going to lecture me on the evils of smoking, but asked that I be careful and not burn down the house. I was the only 16 year old I knew who was allowed to smoke in front of my parents. When I was a junior in high school, he started to let me have a can of beer with him while we worked on the cars, but only one can. After that, whenever my parents had wine for dinner, I had one or two glasses, also.
Just after I turned 17, Dad died suddenly at the age of 77, while on one of those business trips. He was very well to do and left me a trust fund to support me though college. Dad was conservative financially, so the trust was to last until I was 25, or married, whichever came first. He didn't want me to become a lazy "trust fund brat", so until I fully inherited, my allowance would be fairly modest, although more than that of any of my friends. All my college cost were also paid for. Dad had always hoped I would go to the small liberal arts college that he had attended, which I gladly did. Since college was over a two hour drive from home, I would live in the dorms, to my mother's vague disappointment. "Uncle" Irv was designated the trustee after my mother`s death.
Dad had also left me the big 1943 Oldsmobile which we had had been restoring when he died. We had rebuilt the car from the insides, and it ran better than the day it left the factory. The only thing we had left to do was restore the body, and I didn`t have the heart to do it alone. So in the fall of 1970, I was almost 20 and I drove a 27 year old car that looked like a beat up tank, but purred like a kitten. I kept it in good repair. It was very roomy, especially in the back seat, which was great for fucking! I lost my virginity back there when I was 16.
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As I had told Sam, I was dating two girls who knew I was dating other girls, Mary and Nancy, and I knew that they were both seeing other guys. Neither had asked for a commitment from me, and to be honest, neither inspired me to ask her to be my steady girlfriend. After the events of this week, I was even more reluctant to make a permanent decision about one woman. I had a date that night with Nancy to go to a drive-in movie to see a movie we both looked forward to seeing. To be honest, after the last few days, I wasn't thinking about sex when I picked up Nancy at her dorm. For the first time since I had had my first dry orgasm as a kid, I was sexually sated. Usually, I was very polite and gentlemanly when I picked up my dates. That night, without thinking, I grabbed her in a deep kiss, my hand on her ass and my tongue in her throat. The embrace ended before she could protest, and I lead her to the car, where I failed to open the door for her. I was somewhat... distracted as I drove to the movie, barely talking to Nancy.
The movie was a romantic drama with a complicated plot, and as a budding writer I was engrossed with the character development. There were a couple of well done love scenes, although being 1970, they were not terribly explicit. I commented on the skillful way the writer had built sexual tension between the two main characters, but made no attempt to smooch with Nancy. About a half hour into the movie, Nancy reached over and held my hand. I turned and gave her a quick smile and a squeeze, and went back to following the movie. For a few minutes, we were just sitting there holding hands, and I was surprised when she pulled my hand to her lap, and pushed my hand under her skirt, because she wasn't wearing panties. Usually Nancy made my seduction of her on a date a sort of game. We both knew she was waiting for me to eat her pussy and fuck her, but she pretended to be coy. She had never been the aggressor before.
My hand sat on her moist cunt as she put her hand on my rapidly growing erection. She whispered in my ear: "Put your finger my pussy, Ike." I soon had two fingers in her as we kissed more passionately than ever before, the movie forgotten. I opened her bra under her sweater and I fingered her nipples. Thankful for my Dad's lecture on sexual techniques, I leaned down and started to lick her cunt, quickly finding her clit and I working on it with my lips and tongue as my fingers ran in and out of her pussy. She shuddered and let out a little shout as she had an orgasm almost immediately. Dad's lectures on pleasuring women had always made me a popular sex partner once a girl got over my not being very aggressive,
I sat up and lit a cigarette, my arm around her shoulder, giving her small kisses. Nancy licked my ear, and whispered. "That was nice, but I want more. Can we get in the back seat?" This was another surprise - usually Nancy only liked to get fucked when we were parked in a very dark side street or "lover's lane". The cigarette was tossed out the car door as I opened it.
I grabbed some condoms from the glove compartment, and by time I climbed into the back seat, Nancy was already back there, totally naked! She began to pull my clothes off as we kissed. She lay back, and I inserted my condom clad dick slowly into her dripping wet cunt. She squealed in delight when my pubic hair hit hers. As I slowly fucked her, I licked her tits, and soon she shuddered to a second orgasm. She begged me to fuck her harder, and as I filled my condom, she had a third orgasm. As we leaned back into each other's arms, I casually pulled a cigarette from my shirt pocket. She leaned against my chest, running her hands over my hairy body. I basked in the glow of our unusually passionate coupling.
After we got dressed, we moved back to the front seat. The guys in the cars behind us and on both sides of us had obviously seen most of our sex, and honked their car horns, cheered and hooted as they all gave me the thumbs up. I was embarrassed, but Nancy just waved at them all with a smile. The movie forgotten, we drove off to get something to eat. As we huddled together in a booth, my arm wrapped around her shoulder, I asked her: "What came over you tonight, Nancy? I mean, I`m not complaining, but usually you are shyer about where we have sex. Suddenly, we were putting on a sex show for those guys in the other cars! I should have charged them admission!"
Nancy blushed. "I don't know what came over me. You were so different, tonight! That hot kiss when you picked me up - you just took it, and grabbed my rear end, without your usual... politeness. You were in command, and sexier than usual. You seemed more confident, and not... not desperate like you always used to be. Tonight you were basically ignoring me, and that turned me on." She chuckled, "You didn't even notice when I slipped off my panties. I just HAD to have you!"
I grinned. "So, I`ll have to ignore you more often!"
She whispered. "I've never told you this, but of all the guys I've ever had sex with, you are the best! Really! No guy ever paid very much attention to making sure I had an orgasm. Let me tell you something, Ike. Most guys ram it in and pump until they're done, and don't give a hoot about the poor girl's needs. You don't need to do anything special, except be your handsome, manly self. " I drove her back to her dorm, and we kissed for awhile. I remembered that Halloween was the next Saturday. "Nancy, will you go out with me on Halloween? It's my favorite holiday because my birthday is the next day."
"Gee, Ike, I'm sorry. I'd love to, but I've already made a date. To be honest, I'd rather be with you, but I did promise, and we already ordered matching costumes."
I didn't let her know how disappointed I was, since Mary had already turned me down, too. I had been hoping for a date with a girl for my birthday. Well, there were always the hot men in the T-room. I wondered how a costume would go over down there. I decide to play it cool. I light a cigarette, stretched to put my arm on the back of the car set behind her, and smiled. "No problem, Doll Face. I should have asked earlier." It was the first time I called her by a pet name, and she lit up when I did it. She almost melted into the crook of my arm over her shoulder.
"Maybe I can make it up to you now, Ike. Want an early birthday gift?" There in the car, she began to kiss me passionately while massaging my crotch. She opened my pants and fished out my growing erection, and surprised me by sucking it, something she had never done before. To be honest, she wasn't very good at it, but I appreciated the gesture. My finger found her clit and I worked it hard. She had an orgasm, and I warned her I was about to cum. She stopped for a second, then sucked harder so that I spilled an admittedly smaller than average load into her mouth. She gagged and choked a little, but swallowed my cum.
She pulled her clothes together, and I walked her to the door of her dorm. As we stood there saying goodnight, Terry, the girl with the big boobs from my math class who used to intimate me, came along with her date, Tom the jealous jock. As we all greeted each other, I discovered that Terry was Nancy's roommate. Terry wished me good night very warmly, while Tom got a somewhat distant kiss and an almost nonexistent goodnight from her before she went into the dorm.
I turned to Nancy and looked down at her. "Well, good night, Doll Face. It was certainly an... interesting evening. You don't have to ask if I had a good time, and I KNOW you had a good time. But too bad we missed the movie." She blushed a little at that. I folded her in my arms and kissed her, my hand possessively on her ass. She responded by moaning and returning the kiss.
After a long kiss, Nancy whispered in my ear: "That's the first time I ever let a guy cum in my mouth. It wasn't so bad. Goodnight, stud man!" She kissed me on the lips again and was gone.
Tom was standing at the foot of the stairs looking angry. I remembered that he thought Terry was his girlfriend, but she saw him as a friend. As we walked towards my car, I lit a cigarette, and Tom asked for one. "Fuck, man, Terry sure doesn't treat me the way she should treat her boyfriend! But it looks like I was wrong and don't have to worry about competition with my girl from you, Ike. I saw that kiss. From the evidence, you seem to have a serious thing going with that Nancy." He pointed to my crotch, where some globs of cum stuck to my pants near the half opened zipper.
Embarrassed, I decided to tease the jock. I got into my car, started it up and said through the open window. "Don't be so sure, Tom. Just because I'm balling one coed doesn't mean I can't be aiming for another at the same time. After all, Nancy isn't my only girlfriend right now, and she knows it." I drove off while Tom stood with his mouth open. As it sunk into his head that I had basically said I was going to make a play for Terry, I could almost see steam coming out of his ears! I had never dared do anything like that before, and I was totally enjoying it! I still very much wanted to fuck Tom`s athletic little ass and arrogant face, but this was almost as much of a high. I realized that there was a danger that the short, handsome member of the varsity track team might feel provoked to start a fight with me, but I figured that since I was a good 5 inches taller than him, and a lot heavier, I had the advantage of reach. I was in pretty good shape myself, and had been a pretty good fighter when I was kid. Rich kids in public school get picked on a lot. Dad had sent me for boxing lessons when I was 11.
I drove back to my dorm and sat in my room, thinking. I had enjoyed my unusually passionate sex with Nancy, but to be honest, the sex I was having with men I couldn't even see was more satisfying. That didn't mean, though, that I was planning on dropping sex with women. Sam talking about his kid, and his excitement at his wife's pregnancy, had re-stimulated in me that long held desire to be a father some day.
I lit a cigarette and opened a can of beer. Yet another person had told me I was good looking, sexy, and masculine. And a hot jock like Tom was jealous of me. Why did I have such trouble believing it? Five beers later, I realized I was drunk, and I decided that I would have to figure this problem out some other time. I turned off the light. Just before I fell to sleep, I realized that I had not had to jerk off at bedtime since Tuesday night. This was the longest time I had ever gone without having to relieve myself at bedtime since I learned to jerk off when I was 12 years old. I felt completely... satisfied. Suddenly, I felt very adult, and looked forward to continuing to be a sexually active adult.
But when I woke up early in the morning, I was fucking horny all over again. And I knew that what I wanted was more cock. A lot more cock. And gallons of delicious cum. I was also very eager to sink my hard dick into a tight "man-cunt". Or more than one. As soon as possible...
But that is another story.