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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:

@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
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
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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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