Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 10:07:17 -0500
From: S. Teller <swga7777@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Life Worth Living Chapter 7

The usual disclaimer... This is a work of fiction. Characters portrayed are
fictional for the most part and if resembling people, living or dead, either
in word or action, purely coincidental.
  If reading fiction of an erotic and/or sensual nature offends you or
anyone who may read over your shoulder then you should exit this document
and exit this site. This work is intended only for those who wish to read
material of this sort and is not intended for immature audience or those who
find it offensive.

That being said, we'll proceed to Chapter 7...

Once again, I'll jump ahead slightly to avoid redundant details. In the last
Chapter it was Summer of 1964, I had made my first investment with Jake, Mr.
C's friend and it had returned a nice profit. I still had my job waiting
tables a couple of evenings a week so I decided to exaggerate the amount I
made in tips so I could "show" a little more of the money to Mom and Dad. I
generally made twenty or thirty dollars a week in tips if I hustled so I
exaggerated that to forty to fifty and just told them the customers had
gotten more generous. I could show more in my saving account that way too.
Mr. C went with me to open another account at a different bank and put his
address on the statement so I had an account that no one but he and I knew
about.

Jake came visiting to Mr. C's every two or three weeks and always brought a
new stock tip, and a profit check from his last tip. I was a "small
potatoes" customer so he didn't charge me anything for the tips or to handle
the investments. In exchange I would go out of my way to show him a real
good time and occasionally even turned down the money after we had sex. Mr.
C approved of that idea since I was making lots of money from the
arrangement anyway. Late in the Summer several of Mr. C's other friends from
outside the area also visited. It seems he knew "queers" from all over and
in conversations with several of them learned that Mr. C had always been a
"procurer" for their group. Since it was making me a lot of money, and I was
enjoying the whole thing immensely I had no objection and just fucked my
little ass off with his friends.

School started back, swim team began some competitive meets, I turned 16 a
few weeks into the school year. I showed Dad my saving account and he agreed
to sign for me to buy a car, I had almost three thousand dollars saved up
(in the account he knew about). I agreed to pay whatever it cost for the
insurance. After looking at what was available, I decided on a new 1965
Pontiac GTO with a four speed and a bench seat, and had money left over.

  I was  now in the eleventh grade for the 1965 school year. If not popular
then at least pretty well known by the other kids. We had a pretty large
school, maybe 350 kids in my class. A few of the kids who's parents had
money had new cars, but at the time I was the only one who earned the money
and bought my own car. I cut back at the restaurant to one night during the
week and one night on the weekend, but kept padding my tips. I stopped by
Mr. C's at least two afternoons or evening during the week. I knew now that
what I was doing there was basically illegal, and  although it was handled
with a degree of class, was anything but cheap for my customers. I had
several "regular customers" who visited fairly often and paid and tipped
well. I was gaining experience in more than just the vanilla "suck and
fuck". Some of the men were into kind of kinky stuff, light to moderate
bondage, crossdressing, role playing, etc.  It turned out Mr. C was a
partner with John and Jake in another house  in another nearby city,
providing a place through a front company and leasing it for a percentage to
the operators. At that location they had women and men both working and paid
off the local police to leave them alone. When I became more aware of what
was going on Mr. C asked me if I wanted to "visit" there occasionally. He
told me the money wasn't as good per customer, but there would be an almost
unlimited supply of customers so the potential was good to make a lot more.
He also explained to me the need to use "rubbers" with customers of unknown
origin. I decided to do it and even though I still visited with him as often
as possible, I made time to "work" at the other house when I could.

Wades mother, Mrs. Smith (Ellen) and I still saw each other a couple of
times a month and she was pleased that my job at the restaurant paid well
enough for me to buy a car and have money in my pocket all the time. Wade
had a part time job, but the best he could do was to buy a used `58 Chevy,
not bad but not as flashy as my GTO. I still hadn't told him or anyone else
about my "other work". Even though work was enjoyable, I still kept up a
"social life". A couple of times a month after work at the restaurant on
Friday or Saturday night Wade and sometimes Bill and I would go to the cabin
at the lake. When we did I would usually suck both of them off and let them
take turns fucking me until the early hours of the morning. We were all
starting to notice girls, but so far no one had a girl friend. I wasn't
particularly concerned about this though since I was having plenty of sex
with men and women (Ellen), and figured the girls my own age would be
sometime in the future.

  Jake, my investment counselor, was a "regular" now, usually one evening
every two weeks and I always found time for him. By March of 1965 my "other"
saving account had grown to a little over ten thousand dollars thanks to
Jakes investments on my behalf. I had to file an income tax return in 1964
but had Jake do it for me so my parents wouldn't know how much money I had.

  Swim team was coming along nicely. I still wasn't an A team swimmer, but
could hold up my leg of the relay and was a solid competitor and occasional
winner in single entry
events. Since swim team was basically a year around sport in the school
conference we were in the team members were given the option of group
practice twice a week plus unlimited free swim/practice time. The Field
House was open all day Saturday and after noon on Sunday for swim team and
other students to use the facilities. The facilities included a weight room,
steam room, gymnastics floor and a couple of basketball courts so there was
always a few people around using the facility. Shortly after school started
last Fall there was a little bit of a scandal that wound up being blamed on
the swim team and the gymnastics team. Basically a couple of the guys were
caught sucking each other off in the locker room. To be perfectly honest, it
wasn't the first time for either of the guys involved (I wasn't one of them
this time) but the guy that caught/saw them was a real "red neck" type. He
started talking about it and before long it was all over the school. An
Assistant Principal heard about it, told one of the coaches to look into it,
and it wound up with everyone being talked to about "homosexual activity".
The list of "suspects" grew until it included the entire swim team, boys and
girls plus the gymnastics team. The list of suspects even included the
people who didn't know anything about those activities and had never even
considered it. It caused a couple of the guys to drop out of the team, but
since most of us were guilty to a greater or lesser degree, we talked about
it and just decided to deny it when asked. There were a few folks on the
gymnastics team too that enjoyed same sex activities so individually we
talked to them and in short order everyone who would be considered a suspect
was in on the cover up. It's hard to keep a secret if more than one person
knows about it so a couple of months later rumors started up again. This
time the coaches were assured there was no truth to it and everyone decided
to just let the rumors die out. All of this though is why the swim team and
gymnastics team gained the reputation of being the sport of "queers" and
"lesbians" in our school for a couple of years. If the whole truth had been
known at the time, yes, there were several guys and girls on each team that
played that way, but a lot of "straight" guys were sweating it out during
that time too. There were a lot of times during all of the other sports
seasons when the "jocks" at the school prepared for a game or celebrated a
victory by getting a blow job in the locker room from one of the guys. In
talking to some of the girls on each of the teams affected I learned that at
least a few of the schools cheerleaders also prepared for the games by
spending a "personal" half hour or so in one of the massage rooms with one
of the girls. Our swim and gymnastics girls weren't very experienced except
with each other but were mostly attractive and very physically fit. No one
seemed to know when the cheerleader thing started, but what I surmised was
that it had probably gone on for many years and was perpetuated by the older
girls showing the moves to the younger girls. The cheerleading coach was a
10th grade Math teacher who was a well known "butch" lesbian, although this
wasn't known by the parents. Mr C assured me these same rumors and
accusations had been around as long as he had been teaching, about 20 years.
He also told me that because in our city the schools were neighborhood, and
parents wanted their children to go to the same high school they attended
and do the same sports they did, in a couple of cases the parents of the
students named in the rumors had been involved in similar circumstances
themselves 20 or 30 years ago. He told me it would all go away eventually
and no one would really remember in a couple of years, then it would start
up again.

All of this didn't really effect me very much except I was in the group that
was collectively considered "queer"...  Wade and Bill and I talked and I told
them I wouldn't get my feelings hurt if they distanced themselves a little
to maintain their reputation. We still got together when we could, but it
was much less frequent until we all got into college a couple of years
later. I explained to Ellen (Wade's Mother) about it all one day while she
and I were fucking. She was smiling and cumming occasionally and laughed to
think that anyone would think that I was queer. We talked about it all for a
while. She seemed to be very open minded about it, she had a homosexual hair
dresser and knew a couple of men that she used to work with that were "gay".
This wasn't a term that was in very wide use at the time, but did seem to
fit and was less aggressive than some of the other terms that could be used.
  I took this as an opportunity to tell her that I had done that a few times
with a couple of the guys on the team who were. We talked about it for a
long time and she was totally accepting of this aspect. She told me she
would be available for me as she had been now for a couple of years, but
wouldn't think any less of me if I enjoyed sex with other guys some times.
Smiling coyly she asked if she could watch sometime. More about that later...

Along about this same time, I started dating girls too... One of the girls
involved with the girls side of this scandal who was on the gymnastics team.
She was a Senior at the time, a little over a year older than me. Her name
is Kay. Kay had done gymnastics since she was very young and was very good
at it. She and I had become friends around the Field House and often stopped
just to talk about school and stuff.  Neither of us had ever made any move
toward anything else. Kay stands about four feet ten inches, weighed about
100 pounds then, was possibly a large B or small C cup breasts, had
beautifully shaped muscular legs, thighs, and hips from the lifelong
exercise of gymnastics. She had a tiny tiny waist, I learned later that it
was eighteen inches, also from the exercising. Her face was classically
beautiful although most people never really saw her as anything but "short".
I have always tried to see the entire person with anyone I knew. Her hair
was bright red and her skin  pale smooth perfection. She had probably never
had a blemish in her life. Between her short stature and red hair she wasn't
considered "dating material" by most guys... I enjoyed looking at her and
wished I were a couple of years older.

We stopped to talk one afternoon in late March after practice and before I
went over to Mr. C's to meet a customer. By the way, she and I had been very
open about our involvement in the scandal... we had confided in each other
about our actual involvement and it turned out we had some things in common.

"Hey Frank,", She greeted me. I stopped and we started BSing a little. I
told her I had to go to one of my part time jobs... she was in a talkative
mood so we stood for a while.

"Seen any of your boyfriends lately", she said. I knew who she was referring
to.

"Not in a week or two. How about you. You seen any of your girlfriends
lately ?", I kidded back.

We were referring to one of the cheerleaders as her girlfriend. A tall
Italian girl, very popular, very attractive, the girlfriend of one of the
first team football players. Her name was Mary, her boyfriend was Rick. Mary
and Rick were in the same class as Kay. They had been friends since
childhood and as it turned out, Kay had been "servicing" Mary for about
three years before the blow up about it all. Kay had told me that Mary
enjoyed receiving oral sex but wouldn't do it herself, she was a "denial"
person. When Kay told me about that, I confided in her that I had sucked
Rick off several times before and after football games, in the locker room
when no one else was around. I had even gone off with him one afternoon
after football practice and he fucked me. Mary would let him eat her, she
would give him a hand job, and during football season, when the team won she
would let him put it in her, but not climax. They were both "children" when
it came to sex. Kay and I provided real relief for each of them without the
other knowing anything about it. Kay and I knew though and kept each other
up to date on her "girlfriend" and my "boyfriend", although neither of us or
either of them really were boyfriend/girlfriend, just acquaintances with
additional favors included. This afternoon we talked and laughed about it
all a little. I told her I had to go... "things to do and people to blow"... was
the way I said it, with a smile.

"Me too,", she told me. "I have a date with Karen this evening. Her parents
are off to a dinner party so we have the house alone for a few hours.".
Karen is a mutual friend who's on the gymnastics team and also one of the
"lesbians" named in the scandal. Kay stepped up real close to me and said,
licking her lips in a teasing and sexual way, "I'll eat her  til she can't
stand it any more... want to help ?".

"I'd love to, but I'm supposed to meet a friend who wants a little ass. When
I finish with him I could come join you !", I said.

"Ummm... you're as perverted as I am... we'll have to do that some day.", She
replied. "You know the Junior Senior Prom is coming up in a couple of more
weeks. I can't take any of my girlfriends to the dance. Why don't you take
me ?". I had never been asked out by a girl, and since the scandal, it had
been a little hard to get dates with most of the girls.

"Sounds good", I said. "I'd love to. Let's plan on it and we'll work out the
details in the next few days.". I was ecstatic... a beautiful girl I had kind
of fantasized about had just asked me out.

"Call me tonight if you can. We'll talk about it.". With that, Kay was off
to meet Karen.

I went over to Mr C's and fucked one of his "clients", made a hundred bucks,
and was home for supper by 7 o'clock. I called Kay after supper. We talked
generically about what we had done this afternoon and discussed the dance.
Next day we met for lunch at school and, since neither of us had any plans
for the afternoon after school decided to go out to Shoney's for a coke and
Strawberry Pie. This was our first actual "date".

Kay and I both skipped team practice that afternoon. I followed her home so
she could leave her car and went in to meet her mother. Her Mother was an
older copy of Kay. Beautiful, short, very curvy figure, great friendly
personality, bright red hair. I knew then what Kay would look like in 25
years because she was the image of her Mother. I've always been good with
other kids parents so when we left a few minutes later her Mother was a soon
to be best friend. She invited me back anytime and told us to have a good
time and not stay out late. We went out front and got in my GTO. Kay slid
across the seat and sat close to me as I shifted gears. We got to Shoney's
drive in and ordered. There were plenty of other kids there as we sat and
talked, her snuggled up pretty close as we ate and talked about a variety of
things. Yes, we did talk some about our individual sex lives. She was
curious about what two guys did together, so I told her, first without to
much detail. She wanted more detail so I expanded on the discussion. At the
same time, I got her to talk about what two girls did together and she told
me, quite graphically. She was really into it and became visibly aroused as
she talked about it. It got dark as we sat and talked.

"Why don't we go someplace a little more private", Kay said, resting her
hand on my thigh.

"That's a good idea," I agreed. Starting the car, we talked a little as I
drove to the "lookout point", the place kids went to "park" and make out. It
was a safe place. The cops patrolled to make sure no one got rowdy and at
least two heads were visible. I had been there a few times with some guys,
two or more so two heads were visible while I had my head in someone's lap.
When I told Kay that, she laughed and said she was to short to have her head
visible. I told her it was to early for the cops to be making rounds anyway.
We parked in a  spot away from other cars and she snuggled up close. I put
my arm around her and kissed her warmly. She returned the kiss and it got
more intense as tongues explored and hands roamed. Her hand soon went to the
front of my slacks, massaging my hard dick as we kissed deeply. I went for
her breasts, unbuttoning her shirt. She reached behind and unfastened her
bra and gave me access. I found large hard nipples that caused her to gasp
as I gently squeezed them She soon unzipped my pants, freeing my dick and
fondling it. Not to be outdone, I slid my hand under her skirt and into the
crotch of her panties, feeling warmth and wetness that indicated she was as
turned on as I was. We stimulated each other manually for a few more minutes
as we kissed.

My hand on her pussy, her hand holding my dick I said, "OK, what do you want
to do now ?".

She pulled up her skirt, slipped off her panties and sat back against the
far door. Rubbing her own pussy, she said "Eat me...". Leaning across the seat
I touched her lips with my tongue, lapped gently but firmly (like Ellen had
taught me)... I continued for a few minutes until she grabbed the back of my
head and held my face against her fragrant vagina and climaxed on my mouth.
Leaning up to her we kissed deeply as she sighed contentedly. Still no
police around so... she pulled down her skirt and we swapped places. She took
my dick in her hand and stroked it gently and began sucking me off, just the
way I had described to her, sucking the shaft, fondling and licking the
balls, occasionally taking the balls in her mouth and applying pressure.
After a few minutes she slid a finger into my ass as she sucked and I filled
her mouth with sperm. She swallowed and swallowed... this was as good as I
could ever recall having as I came and came until my sperm leaked out the
corners of her mouth. Finally finishing, she leaned up to me and we kissed...
she had held some of the cum in her mouth and passed it over to me as we
kissed, smearing cum over both our lips and tongues.

"Whew... that was hot !!!", she said leaning back. Reaching under her skirt
she began rubbing her pussy again.

"Have you ever let a guy fuck you ?", I asked, stroking my dick.

"No,", she said. "I really haven't dated many boys, and the ones I did
weren't boys I'd ever want to do that."

"How about me ?", I asked. "Think it's something we might do some day."?

"How about right now ?", she said. "We've done just about everything else.
We've done the stuff our other lovers do with us. We probably should find
something we can do with each other that's different.".

Sliding across the seat again, she spread her legs again and I slid under
her, lifting her onto my lap. Easing my dick into her wet pussy, I only put
about three or four inches in and stroked a little.

"We'll do this right another time. I should have a rubber and we really
ought to be in a comfortable and safe place.".

She had a surprised look on her face and then tears in her eyes. "Why, thank
you. That's so sweet and such a sexy thing to say.. Most guys would probably
have just fucked me now and not even cared about how I feel about it.".

"I'm not most guys and I do care.". We sat like that for a few minutes, me
inside her as we kissed. Then, gently pulling out, I leaned over and kissed
her vagina again, alternating between kissing her lips and her vagina. In a
few minutes I brought her to another climax. I sat back on the seat and
jacked off. When I got ready to cum she took me in her mouth again and
sucked my sperm, ending it all with a deep wet cum coated kiss. We got our
clothes straight and stopped at a service station on the way back to her
house to make sure everything was straight, she put her panties back on. We
stood at her door and kissed for a while before parting that first night...
this was the first night of a lifelong relationship...

More in a kinkier line in the next chapter. I had to get Kay into the
picture since she figured into my life from then on.

If you liked this and prior chapters, drop a note and let me know. There
will be more !!

Kisses,

Frank