Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 20:13:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: warren-and-the-woodie part3

We'll jump ahead just a bit with my story.
After I got out of high school, I went off to college. It was slow going as
I worked full time and only took a few hours of class at a time. The
incident with John happened on my third year at school.
I was living in a low rent district so to speak, a basement room in a
rooming house. There were two bedrooms in the basement and a small bathroom
and a table, sink and a small stove in a common room.
John, although he could have afforded better accommodations, liked the place
because it was unsupervised. A dorm or fraternity would have cramped his
style too much.
He was a cocksman. Almost every night John had a date of sorts. Some dates
he just brought straight to his room and fucked, others he actually took to
a movie or a meal first, but almost every night it was the same. I'd be in
my room trying to study as he pounded away on his evening conquest in the
room next door, paper thin walls separating us.
One night he actually had a girl wait in my room while he screwed another
one in his room and then he had the second girl come over to his room.  He
had a sex drive.
One night, I think it was in late October, he came in alone at about 10:30.
I had just made a fresh pot of coffee, ready to do some serious book work.
He came in alone and frustrated.
"Bitch!" Was all he had to say when he came in.
I looked up and immediately saw that for some reason John has failed to
score.
"Bitch" he mumbled again as he went into his room.
He came back out a few minutes later.
"Man, she just wouldn't go all the way. I'm hurting."
"Pity," I replied.
"Hey man, you know this town, where can I go to get a little. They got all
the coeds locked up and the ones that aren't I can't seem to get through to.
I need to get off."
"Beats me"
"There's got to be whore house in this town."
"None that I know of"
"Damn"
He sat there on the edge of the table for a few moments then asked.
"So what do you do when you get all steamed up and don't get any?"
We hadn't shared a lot of discussion at that point about our particular sex
lives mine was pretty slim.
"Ever consider giving that thing a rest."
"You're no help."
"Well, what about whacking off?"
"Doesn't do anything for me."  "Is that what you do?"
Truth was it didn't do a lot for me either."
"Well, I've got my own special method."
"What's that?"
"It's kinda a personal secret."
"Man, I won't tell, besides you ain't got any friends to tell anyway that I
know of."
There was some truth in that statement too."
"OK, John, but it might not work for you."
"Tell me and I'll decide."
Since I was young I knew that I could get off almost anytime by pressing up
against an object and putting a little pressure against my penis, a dry hump
technique I discovered by accident before I could even cum."
I described it as best as I could and he just didn't quite get the idea.
"Show me, OK?"
What the hell, I thought. I went into my room and grabbed a towel and put it
over the corner of the table dropped my pants and underpants and I straddled
the corner as I had done many times before and leaned forward.  The table
creaked as I started my gentle rock and in 30 or 40 seconds, there was a
stream of cum running down my leg.
"That's it?"
"That's all there is to it," I said. "Of course, you might want to use the
corner of your bed or something softer in your room."
I pulled up my underpants and jeans and sat back down at the table.
"Well, right now, I'll try anything."
He headed into his room and I could hear him grunting and pushing.  Shortly
he was back in the common room. "Didn't do anything for me."
"Sorry about that. Why don't you have a coffee, I'm going to the bathroom."
As he sat at the table, I went into the bathroom and got out the vaseline. I
stuffed a good finger or two up my ass and hitched up my pants.
When I got back in the room, Joh was sitting there, still a frustrated look
on his face and still a bulge in his pants.
"Ok, tell you what, I'll go supervise you and you try again."
He shied a bit at that, but agreed and we went into his bedroom. John
dropped his pants and leaned over the corner of the bed. When I was what he
had between his legs, I could see why the girls were all after it. He was
just plain hung.  I pretended to be interested in what he was doing, but it
really didn't work for him pressing against the edge of the bed.
"I'll be right back," I said. I went into the kitchen and got the towel and
returned to his room. He was still hunched over the bed and getting no
where.
"Here,"  I said, "let me show you one more time."
I draped the towel over the corner of the bed and dropped my pants and
underpants. Naked from the waist down, I straddled the corner of the bed. I
got John directly behind me.
"Watch close now," I said as I leaned forward and started to push a bit
against the bed.
"Gonna be tough to do so quick again," I said.
I started wiggling my butt a bit and reached back with both hands and spread
my cheeks so that he got a good shot of my ass.
"I don't think I'm going to make it this time," I said. "Maybe you could
stick a finger in my butt and that might do it."
"What"
"Stick your finger in my butt and I'll probably cum."
He hesitated and put a finger in the greasy hole.
"Hey, you been doing something here?"
"That's not doing it, I'm almost there, got anything else?"
"Oh, God, I'm close, so close."
John did nothing.
I turned around and said,"sorry I couldn't demonstrate twice, but you should
be getting the idea by now."
I started to put on my underpants and jeans.
"I don't know for sure. Do you get off having your ass fingered?"
"It feels good,"I said.
"Ever have anything else in there?"
"We're getting kinda personal aren't we."
"I dunno, I just had an idea."
"Like what?"
"Like you like things in your ass   right?"
"Well, sometimes."
"And, like I have a hard dick and I just might be able to get off if I "
"If you stuck it up my ass?"
"Right! I mean I need something really bad and it could be our secret and I
mean like I would really owe you big time."
"I don't know "
"I mean like couldn't we at least try and see and we could stop if you said
so."
"Let me think about that for just a minute."
"I mean like  "
"Like what?"
"Like I bet it would really feel good for both of us."
"Well, maybe," I replied, "we could try."
His pants were on the floor in an instant and that monster of his was
sticking straight out."
I took one look and thanked my lucky stars it was slim. Long but not too big
around.
"You ever fuck anyone in the ass," I asked.
"Just once, Carla," he replied.
"So how did you do it?"
"She just laid back and grapped her legs and pulled them up high and I knelt
between her legs and stuck it in."
"Suppose we should try it that way?"
"Beats me."
I'd never had a penis in my ass that way, but it sounded like a good way to
try.
I crawled up on the bed and laid on my back. John started to get in position
and I suggested he put some vaseline on his cock.
He smeared a blob on the head and down the shaft.
I leaned back and grabbed my ankles and bent my legs up over my body.
In an instant, I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
"Wait till I say ok." I said.
I took a deep breath and muttered "Now" I let out my breath as he slid into
my ass. The first four inches or so went in smooth as silk.
"Wait," I asked.
"I can't wait too long."
Just let me get used to this."
After about a minute I was ready for more and he slid the rest of the way
in. I could feel his body pressing tight against my ass.
"Wait again"
"Why"
"Just give me a second."  I started flexing against his shaft.
"Damn, that feels good"
"Me too, go ahead"
John pumped in and out in a ever quickening stroke. My ass was bouncing
against the bed and then against his cock and very shortly the pre cum was
starting to dribble out of my still soft penis. John quickened his strokes
and started whimpering. With a low moaning oooooo he came.
I felt the warm juice flush into my ass and I started clamping against his
penis. Shortly it had withered and he was withdrawing.
"Damn man, I owe you," he said as he pulled out.
"We'll call it even if you will get out of the way and let me hump the
corner of your bed." He moved away from the open corner of the bed and I
positioned myself over the edge and in two quick thrusts I came all over the
towel.
I crawled off his bed grabbed my underpants and jeans and headed for the
bathroom.
A few minutes later I had cleaned up and with a warm glow returned to my
coffee and the books.
John, on the other hand, was already in bed and almost asleep.
The next morning he stumbled out of his room with a piss hardon as I was
finishing my coffee and about to leave for work.
"Damn, if we just had a little more time, maybe we could make use of this,"
he said grabbing his erection.
I smiled.
"Say," this will just be our secret and maybe if I need some help again..."
"Sure I replied... anytime."
More later