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Chapter 3

Roger's Way Was the Best Way

"Can you believe it? I've had the clap three times and I'm only seventeen. It's like every time I find a pussy to plug, I end up with a social disease. Three days after the fuck, I start dripping at the spout and it hurts like hell to piss.

"So it's off to another trip to the Health Department, and hope that they keep their promise of not telling my parents. Because my parents are real Bible-followers, and they'd crucify me if they thought I was fucking around. To them, I'm the best, most innocent guy in the world.

"That's not to say, by the way, that Pm-a goddamned sex fiend or anything. I mean, I don't spend my entire days running around the streets looking for something to fuck. I just take what comes along and is available. I'm not somebody to turn a cunt down, but I don't let the urge control my life.

"And just waiting and letting things develop has led me to enough cunt to satisfy most guys.

"But it's also led me to more shots of penicillin in my ass than I'd like to admit to. But you gotta take the bad with the good, right?

"Like I'll give you a rundown of my fucks that led to a trip to the doctor. The doctor, by the way, knows me by my first name. Ain't that the shits?

"Anyway, the first time I came down with the disease was about a year ago. I had just turned sixteen and a couple of my buddies decided they'd treat me to a fuck as a present. Not that they would pay for a hooker or anything like that-who needs hookers these days? But they did line me up with this girl who was almost sure to put out. She'd put out for anybody so my buddies were sure she'd fuck for me.

"I wasn't a virgin, but I sure as hell didn't have much experience. In fact, as I was walking up the sidewalk to the girl's house, I was scared shitless. I was shaking like a leaf and sweating like I'd just run a four-mile race.

"Gretchen was the girl's name and she looked life she was born for sex. Built like a brick shit-house. And she had this way of licking her lips while she was talking to you that almost made you shoot off just watching her.

"She met me at the door. I stammered my name and said it was nice to meet her. I knew what I was there for, and she knew what I was there for. But I didn't have the guts to just come right out and say something like, ‘I'm here to plug your pussy.' Ah, no. we had to go through the preliminaries first.

"She invited me in and offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted but really didn't want. Then I got her on the couch. I had just put one hand on her left tit and with the other I was digging under her dress towards her pussy, when her brother walked into the living room. I damned near died!

"But he was a with-it guy, and I guess knew what was going on. All he did was grin a little when he caught me, shook my hand, apologized for interrupting and then took off. He was a fine brother.

"So it was back with the hand action. Gretchen's tits were full and soft. Gorgeous. And her pussy was even better. For the occasion or maybe she always dressed like that, she didn't wear any pants, so it wasn't too much of a chore to get my hand at her cunt. And man, did she like it. She purred like a kitten as soon as I first touched that cunt of hers with my golden fingers.

"She'd been fucked pretty much, I guessed, because her pussy was pretty wide open. Or maybe she was just built big. But at that moment. I didn't care if she'd just been fucked by a tribe of pygmies. I wanted to get my rocks off, and I saw a good chance of doing it in the next ten minutes.

"'We're alone now,' Gretchen said. 'Do you want to go to my room?'

"I was so excited all I could do was nod. I couldn't say a word. My tongue was sort of caught in the back of my throat.

"Then Gretchen did the weirdest thing, only I liked it a lot. She opened my pants before I could get up, got my cock out and then led me to her bedroom by pulling me along gently by the prick. It was the wildest sensation I'd ever had.

"To my mind, Gretchen was pretty damned exciting-and pretty damned perverse, I thought.

"We got to her room and, honest to God, she had her clothes off faster than I had mine off. That's how anxious she was for a fuck.

"I stripped down the rest of the way while she stretched out on the bed. My cock was hard as a rock by the time I was naked.

"I stood by the bed, staring down at her, so excited that I could almost hear my heart beating. And my prick was so excited that it literally was thumping and jumping all over the place.

"'You like it?' Gretchen asked and sort of pointed at her cunt. Again the dummy in the group wasn't able to say anything, so I just nodded enthusiastically.

"'Well, come and get it,' she said, with a little smile on her face. Man, I was ready to hop up on the bed, between her legs, hoist them up around me and poke my cock right in that hole. But that wasn't exactly what she'd meant by her invitation. I was moving too fast for her.

"'Use your mouth on me first,' she whispered, just as I was ready to ram my prick up her pussy.

"Man, I'd never sucked cunt before in my life. I didn't even know if I'd like it. Sure, a lot of guys had talked about it and raved about it, but I wasn't too sure any of them were telling the truth. After all, guys my age are sort of prone to bullshitting about sex.

"But right off this thought came into my head: 'Try it; maybe you'll like it,' So I scooted out from between her legs, settled myself on my belly between her wide-spread legs and moved my face close to her cunt. I looked at it, and man, it was almost reaching out and grabbing my tongue. She sure wanted to be worked on.

"I moved even closer. Close enough to lick on her cunt. But still I hesitated. 'What are you waiting for?' Gretchen asked. And there was more than a hint of impatience in her tone of voice. So to eliminate the possibility of her copping out on my fuck, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and took one fast, long lick on her pussy lips.

"I don't know what I expected, but it sure was great. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy my cock sprang even more to attention. I was damned near poking a hole in the mattress, that's how hard it was.

"Since I didn't know from shit about lapping pussy, I approached the job like a kid would handle a lollipop. I just licked. I thought that's what she wanted.

"But she wanted more than that. 'Stiffen your tongue and stick it in,' she said. She was gasping like an old war horse. So I did what she said. I stiffened my tongue and rammed it as far as I could up into her cunt. Shit, her whole body stiffened and she moaned like crazy. I decided right then and there that I was a great pussy licker.

"I cleaned her out inside and out with my tongue and she was more than happy. In fact, I think she would have let me work on her cunt with my tongue for the whole afternoon, but my little old prick was clamoring for a little attention, too.

"I pulled my face away from her pussy. I looked at her. 'My prick wants something to fuck,' I said.

" ‘I'll suck you off,' she answered, 'if you keep on eating out my pussy.' Now how in the hell do you turn down an offer like that?

"Besides, I'd never had a blow job and I was anxious to try. So I scooted up on the bed and lay right next to her, only we were pointing in different directions. Then, just as I was getting into position to reshove my tongue up her cunt, I felt her reach out and frig my cock a little. It was already hard as a rock, so it didn't need encouragement.

"And then, while I was still approaching her pussy, I felt her lips go over the head of my cock. Man, a thrill went through me that I'd never felt in my life. Not even during the other couple of fucks I'd had.

"I can remember just barely touching the lips of her pussy again with my tongue, and, feeling her lips slide down the whole length of my cock, until it was all the way down her throat, I shot. I couldn't hold back. I just lay there and moaned and pumped come down her throat. It was gorgeous and at the same time lousy. I'd been too quick. I was silently cursing myself for shooting off too fast. Goddamn it, I thought, I ruined a good afternoon.

"But it ended up I didn't ruin anything. I just made things better. Because in just a minute or two Gretchen had me all hot and bothered again with her tongue-and my licking her cunt-and so when it got to be time to stick my prick up into her, I was primed for a good, long, hard fuck.

"You see the other times I'd fucked, I'd been so excited that I shot off almost right off, but this time, with Gretchen, I wasn't all that keyed up after my first come, so I could take my time about the second one. And really enjoy it. And enjoy it I did. I must have spent a half hour pumping and sliding my cock into her pussy. It was great. Really great. And half of my enjoyment came from the way she was digging the whole scene. In fact, if the truth be known, it was like she was fucking me sometimes, instead of the opposite.

"She was so talented with her pussy that it felt like she was milking the come right out of me. And then, at one point when she got on top of me and started riding my cock, I thought sure she was going to pull the poor thing right off my body. It was great!

"So after a good half hour of pouring cock to her -sliding it in all the way, pulling out, jamming, ramming the thing-I shot off a second time. And Gretchen, during the bouts with my tongue and my cock, managed to pop off her rocks about four times.

"So it was a good afternoon. In fact, I was sort of anxious to stay around for another bout, but Gretchen told me she had to get ready for a date that night. And another couple of fucks, I guessed.

"For three days I was on top of the world. My chest was about three times bigger than it had been before I got to Gretchen, and for the first time in my life I really felt like a man.

"And then on the fourth morning, my prick burned when I took a piss. But I didn't pay any attention to it. And later when I took another piss, it burned more. And when I looked down in my underwear, I saw these sort of brown spots. And the little pee hole was blocked with some sort of dried secretion. Man, I was scared shitless.

"Luckily, there was a guy at school-a teacher, but a neat guy-who I could talk to. I went and saw him after school. I explained what was happening to me and right off he sent me to the health department. That's when I first met Dr. S-. We got to know each other real well in the next year.

"I got the shots and then ratted on Gretchen. I gave her name. Shit, why not? If she's out fucking, she ought to at least have the common sense and decency to make sure she hasn't got the clap.

"I saw Gretchen about a week after I'd turned her name in, and for a second or two I thought she'd kill me. But she didn't. All she did was tell me she was sorry she'd given me the clap. And then she thanked me for letting her know. Ain't that the shits?

"So that was the first case. Of course, I was scared to death at first that my parents would find out, and second that the disease would somehow affect me. But neither of those things happened. In just a few days, all the symptoms left and my parents weren't told a thing. Thank God for small favors.

"My second case of clap came under circumstances that were a little different. You see, I got mixed up in this really weird scene.

"It was the first warm weekend of the year, so some buddies and I decided to head for the beach. And believe it or not, the place wasn't very crowded. You could actually find a place for your towel without fighting the herd first.

"Anyway, we spent a couple of hours there, and during that time I struck up a conversation with this good-looking gal who'd spread out her towel just a few feet from mine. She was a little older than me, but what the hell difference does that make.

"And she was on the make, too. I could tell that. Only she wasn't on the make for me. She was, I guessed, looking for somebody her own age or even older. But there weren't any of those types around.

"Her name, she said, was Sue and she was there with her two roommates. I never even got the other girls' names.

"We bullshitted a long time and I could tell that I was entertaining her. Especially since there weren't any of the type of studs around that she was looking for. So by the time the end of the afternoon came, and she hadn't found anybody that she was interested in, she made up her mind that having me was better than having nothing, so she came out with an invitation to come up to her apartment.

"I'd been waiting for hours for that invitation, and now that I'd gotten it, it was time to go home. The guy who'd drove me down was ready to go. He hadn't found anything to fuck.

"So I explained my problem to Sue, who held a conference with her roommates, and within just a minute or two, all of my buddies and me were invited to Sue's apartment. And her girl friends came along, too.

"Man, what a swinging orgy we had that afternoon. There were bodies all over that apartment. And we didn't even have to go through any preliminaries. 'Cause by the time we got to the apartment, everybody knew exactly why we were going. Sue told them. She wasn't the reserved type.

" ‘We're having a sex party,' she said as we were walking towards her place, 'so if anybody's shy, unwilling or unable, they'd better find someplace to go to for an hour or so.'

"Would you believe me if I told you that in the next hour and a half I fucked all three of those gals. Man, I was in seventh heaven.

"We stripped down as soon as we got inside Sue's front door and the action started. And it didn't stop until everybody was exhausted.

"Since I'd sort of started off by talking to Sue, I got my choice of fucks. So, just to be polite, I picked Sue. And just a few seconds later, I found myself on my knees on the floor, between her legs, with my cock rammed up into the most delicious cunt in the world.

"I slammed it to her-every once in a while taking a glance at my buddies who were doing the same thing to the other girls-until I shot off. Shit, it was wild. Just kneeling there, pumping into that cunt like crazy, looking down at those dancing tits, hearing her groan with pleasure and seeing her move that pussy like she was born to have my prick inside her. Wild? I'll say.

"And then, as soon as I filled her cunt with come, I pulled out, took a couple of puffs on a cigarette, took a drink of water and got back to the party. I went for a second gal that time. You gotta realize, of course, that when a guy is sixteen, he's ready to fuck all day and all night.

"There was one strange thing, though. One of my friends-a guy named Roger-wasn't fucking. All he was doing was having his cock sucked. He was the fourth guy with the three girls, so he was always sort of the extra male. And since he seemed satisfied to have his cock down one of the girls' throats and not up her pussy, he ended up with what I thought was the ass end of the fuck stick.

"We were in that apartment altogether about three hours. And like I told you, I got my rocks off with each of the girls. The same with my friends. Only Roger never did seem to find a pussy to fuck. He spent the whole afternoon with his cock down one of the girls' throats.

"Three days later, the same shit started all over again. The burning when I pissed, the little marks in my shorts, the clogged pee hole. But this time I knew what it was. And I was mad as hell.

"I went to the same doctor at the same health department. He tried to look mean this time and gave me a half-assed lecture about being more careful, but he was still the same, great character he'd been the first time I went to him. He told me about rubbers and washing myself-and pissing -right after sex. All that shit. Then I got the shots and got out of there. And again my parents were never told.

"I found out the next day that both of my buddies came down with the clap. So we'd all gotten it from the same girls. In fact, the only one of the group who didn't get anything was Roger.

"'How come,' I asked him, 'you didn't get it?'

" 'Whenever I run into chicks I don't know,' he told me, (I stick to blow jobs. I don't stick my prick in strange pussies. You never know what you'll pickup.'

"He went on to explain that he was more than satisfied with a mouth job; in fact, he said, he liked it almost better than a regular fuck. He felt like he was more in control.

"I didn't believe a word of it. After all, I'd had my cock sucked and then fucked Gretchen, and I had to admit that I liked the fuck better than the suck.

"'Besides,' I said, 'what difference does it make if you get a mouth job or a cunt job? You can get the disease either way.' I knew that because the doc had told me.

"But what the doctor hadn't gotten around to telling me-I guess he was too busy with a whole line of dripping cocks-was that you're one hell of a lot less likely to get clap from a mouth job than you are from sticking your prick up some strange pussy.

"And Roger was such a smug asshole about the whole thing I wanted to slug him. And as for me, having clap the second time wasn't nearly as pride-producing as the first case had been. With the first, I felt really grown-up. Having clap, you see, is almost a part of becoming an adult. After all, kids don't fuck around. You have to be an adult to find some pussy to fuck. And a certain sign that you've gotten to some gal's pussy is the case of the clap that she gave you.

"But like I said, I didn't feel that way so much with the second case."

Harold's case is significant because here we see rather distinctly the connection between the rise of promiscuity among the young and the startling increase in venereal disease rates. There is no question now that the various forms of the disease have reached epidemic proportions. Estimates have been revealed which indicate that the possibilities of contacting the disease are one in four with every new sexual encounter. Obviously, Harold's contact rate even exceeded the epidemic figure. Yet such occurrences, though unfortunate, are realistic, and definitely fall within the bounds determined by recent surveys. In the book Community Health, edited by John D. Porterfield, the relationship between rising promiscuity and venereal disease is further analyzed:

Another important factor contributing to the rising incidence of syphilis (and gonorrhea) is the increase in sexual promiscuity which has occurred during the past fifteen years. This increase may appear greater than it really is, because society is more tolerant now of this type of behavior than was formerly the case and the youth of the country are less secretive about premarital sexual activities. Several changes in the social structure have taken place which predispose to sexual promiscuity. The population has grown rapidly. The efficiency of agricultural production has multiplied, and the number of workers necessary on farms reduced; industrialization has expanded dramatically, and the people are moving in ever-increasing numbers to the urban centers of population…

Again we see the all important factor of overpopulation and its effects, not only on the sexual mores of the country, i.e., the pursuit of stimulation mentioned in our introductory remarks, but also the concurrent rise of V.D.

Unfortunately, the method Harold has decided upon to reduce his chances of future contact may prove inadequate. As has been mentioned, susceptibility to the disease need not necessarily depend on penis-vaginal insertion. Proof of that is the surprising V.D. rate reported among homosexuals, which is emphasized by editor Porterfield in his survey of the subject:

Another change which complicates and aggravates the venereal disease problem is the increase in male homosexuality. Venereal disease control workers do not doubt that the increase is real and great and is not simply an apparent change based on increased tolerance by society and increased boldness on the part of homosexuals.

We should note that the data obtained by classic surveys and investigations by Kinsey, Masters and Johnson indicate no clear-cut deviational pattern involved in the practice of oral sex. In Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, Kinsey notes the relatively high incidence of mouth-genital contacts. In that respect, Harold's history is typical, and his sexual activities fall within the norm.

Mouth-genital contacts of some sort, with the subject as either the active or the passive member in the relationship, occur at some time in the histories of nearly 60 percent of all males. As noted elsewhere, these are quite common in the sexual activities of many other mammals, particularly the other anthropoids (Beach 1947). There have been some other human cultures which have accepted such contacts as usual behavior, and even as a part of their religious service. The suggestion that such techniques in our present-day society are a recent development among sophisticated and sexually exhausted individuals is curiously contrary to the specific record, for the figures for at least three generations do not show significant changes in this respect.

The above does not, of course, suggest an absence of psychodynamic factors; merely, that the practice of oral sex is so prevalent that motivation must be considered in the light of the total personality complex, and few generalizations can be made regarding all who indulge in these techniques.

"Okay. We're up to the third case of clap. Let me tell you, it was becoming almost a matter of routine.

"So how did I get it the third time? I might as well go into the weird details. There must be something about the way I look that gets me into these strange circumstances. What I need is a regular girl who likes a regular fuck. But I guess that's why people get married.

"Anyway, along about the middle of September, I started back to school. My senior year and, boy, did I feel like a big shit on campus. And then, when I walked into my European history course, I almost fell on the floor. Because standing in the front of the room, looking nervous as hell, was the best looking woman I'd ever seen in my life.

"She was a combination of all the best parts of all the best looking movie stars. Or at least I thought so at the time. She had the body of Raquel Welch, the face of… ah, shit, let's just say that to me she was just about the most perfect looking female walking the earth.

"And to top off the looks, she seemed so goddamned shy and scared. I liked that in my women. I like them to be dependent and sort of clinging. But you can't find many of that type of gal anymore. Most of them seem to want to wear the pants in a relationship.

"Anyway, Miss B- was a dream. And she was sweet, shy and innocent. Or at least she looked sweet, shy and innocent. Boy, did I find out different just a little while later.

"Her first name was Cheryl, so I might as well use that instead of Miss B-. After all, when you fuck and suck somebody you should be on a first-name basis.

"Cheryl was so nervous that she stuttered when she read the roll call. She won my heart more and more with each stutter. In fact, I was feeling so strongly towards her that I would have beat any guy to a pulp who dared to laugh at her. But nobody was laughing. Mostly the guys were just staring at her, trying to imagine how it'd be to get their hands and cocks on that beautiful woman.

"For some reason, from the very beginning, Cheryl took a shine to me. And if you can ever come up with a, reason for female preferences, let me know will ya? I mean, I wasn't exactly bad looking, but I sure as hell wasn't the best looking dude in the class. But anyway, she sort of liked me. And like I said, she liked me from the very beginning.

"In fact, that first day, she gave me the job of class monitor, which is a sure sign of favoritism if I ever heard one. And best of all, being class monitor made me stay with her after class every day for about ten minutes. How about that?

"For a month I spent those ten extra minutes a day with her in complete awe. Most times I couldn't even say anything, that's how much she impressed me. I was in love. Man, really in love.

"In fact, it got to be so bad with me that I couldn't think of anything else except those ten extra minutes a day with Cheryl. I lived for those ten minutes. And I guess my infatuation for her came through, because after a while she started to loosen up when we were alone. We'd laugh and joke and a couple of times she even let me cop a feel. I know she knew what I was doing, but she never made any protest.

"And on the days I did manage to get a feel of those gorgeous tits, or her ass, I'd go home and just stare at my hand for an hour. And if anybody had suggested that I wash it, I'd have killed them.

"About six weeks after my first class, Cheryl informed me that she was planning a class trip to a museum that featured Etruscan art. It was about a hundred miles away. The museum, I mean.

"What she wanted me to do was collect the bus fare from all the kids. And when I had it collected, I was to give it to her.

"'Bring it to my apartment,' she said. 'Some night.' Then she wrote down her address and telephone number. 'But call me first,' she said.

"Shit, man, I already knew where she lived. In fact, I had followed her home-at a distance-a couple of times and just sat outside her apartment building and watched her closed drapes. I'd imagine all sorts of things, like seeing her undress, and maybe stretch out on the bed, and see her feel up her own pussy, and maybe play around with her own tits. It was great.

"But now I had an invitation, and she had said, 'Some night.' Boy, oh, boy. What a chance. Maybe, just maybe she was hot to head for bed. Wouldn't that be the shits?

"It took me three days to get all the money. Some of the kids I had to threaten with all kinds of catastrophes before they'd hand over the cash, but finally I had the full amount in my hot little hand.

"I was so nervous that my hand shook as I tried to dial the phone to call Cheryl. It rang five times and I thought for sure she was out for the night. I would have died.

"But finally she answered. And her voice sounded like all the silver bells of the world. Then when I said something about hoping that I hadn't disturbed her, she answered that she was only taking a shower.

"'Only taking a shower!' Oh shit, what ideas that put in my head. I realized that while she was talking to me, she was probably as naked as the day she was born. With those great looking tits bare and just waiting for my tongue, and her pussy, all surrounded with golden hair, just waiting for the pressure of my cock.

"I damned near shot off while I was talking to her.

"I told her that I had the money and that I was free to come over to her place if tonight was convenient. And when she said that was fine, but to give her a half hour, my stomach did a complete flip-flop.

"I had a hard on the whole time I was driving to Cheryl's apartment. And I had a hard on when I walked up to her front door. And I got a harder hard on when I saw what she was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing.

"She had on this outfit that sort of looked like it was pajamas, only it wasn't. It had a little pair of pants and a top, and over that she had this sort of filmy robe on. Only the robe kept opening up with every little breeze that went by. So I caught more than a good look at that body that I'd been dreaming of for the last two months. Well, almost two months.

"I had the money all neat in an envelope, which I handed to her as soon as I got in the door. Now our official business was over and I was hoping that we were in store for some fun.

"'You want some wine?' Cheryl asked in this voice that I'd never heard her use in the classroom. All of a sudden she didn't sound nervous, shy or scared anymore. She sounded sure of herself. And that made me all the more nervous.

" ‘Okay,' I stammered. My heart was pounding, my face was flushed and my cock was thumping. It was a great night.

"'Make yourself comfortable,' she said, in a tone of voice that made me think her definition of 'comfortable' was taking off your clothes. But I didn't have the guts to do that. All I did was sit down in a chair.

"I had to adjust my cock three times before she came back into the room. That's how hard and uncomfortable it was all stuck away in my pants.

"When she came back in, the first thing she said was, 'Why don't you join me over here?' She gestured to the couch which she then started to lounge on. I swear to God that she spread her legs a little when she was sitting, just so I could catch a glimpse of her pussy. Of course, it wasn't really her pussy, it was the cloth covering her pussy, but that was exciting enough for me.

"I didn't have a damned thing to say, and couldn't think of anything. I could have kicked myself for being so unsmooth. But Cheryl picked up the ball.

"'You know I like you, don't you?' she asked. I nodded.

"'But do you know why?' she continued. I didn't have the slightest notion why a great looking gal like her would go for me. But her attention was very welcome.

"'Believe it or not,' she said, 'you look exactly like the first boy I ever dated. And that,' she laughed, 'was a long time ago.'

"I asked her how long ago it was, but she didn't answer. But she did say, 'He was cute, just like you are.'

"I stammered a thank you and tried like hell to think of something to say, but I couldn't.

"'I suppose you think it's a little strange,' she continued, for me to have such fond memories of someone I haven't seen for so long.'

"I shook my head. I was damned glad she had such fond memories, especially since they affected me.'

"'But you should know,' she concluded, 'that it was with that boy that I had my first… ' she hesitated, '… fuck.'

"Fireworks went off in my head. She'd said the magic word. ‘Fuck.' The most beautiful word in the English language. An instant turn-on.

"Suddenly, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I moved over and grabbed her around what I thought was her waist. But more truthfully it was a strangle hold. When I got the presence of mind to lower my grip, I found that the wait had been worth it. Her body was the most wonderful thing in the world. Soft and yet firm; strong but yet weak; beautiful but yet gorgeous. I was damned near out of my gourd.

"I started to maul around on her tits, until she told me to calm down, take my time and be gentle.

"Those were her exact words: ‘be gentle.' I loved her for them. I'd be anything she wanted me to be: gentle, savage, cruel, her slave. Anything, as long as she'd let me fuck her.

"I had visions of spending the rest of my life fucking her. I'd stay home, resting up, while she went to school and taught those slobs and then when she got back we'd fuck all night. All morning. Damn, it would be beautiful.

"I was trying desperately, while all these thoughts were going through my mind, to get the top of her outfit loose. But my fingers somehow had become big lumps of clay. I couldn't get one single button to open. And all I could do was stumble on, cursing myself like crazy.

"Finally, Cheryl herself came to my rescue. 'Let me,' she said, and then she started to unbutton her top. Just two seconds later her tits were out in the open, and they were beautiful. And all mine!

"I put a hand on them and then leaned over and started to lick and kiss them. That must have turned her on because she settled even farther down on the couch and spread her legs just a little. And while I was taking care of her tits with my mouth, I let my hand wander down her belly. And even farther, until I was running the palm of my hand over her cunt.

"She still had those little pants on, but I could feel the bulge of her cunt through them, I tried to move the material over so I could get a finger past the cloth and into her cunt, but the pants were too tight.

"'Would this help?' she asked, and she reached down and unzipped those little pants. And then, with a little help from me, we slipped them down over her ass, past her knees and off. She was naked now, except for that robe, which didn't get in the way at all.

"My fingers went right for her cunt and inside her. She was all wet with excitement already. That really surprised me. She was just as eager as I was for a good fuck.

"For about the next ten minutes, I licked every part of her I could find. The only thing I didn't do was stick my tongue up her cunt. For some reason, she didn't seem to want me to do that to her.

"Finally, neither of us could take any more. 'I want your cock in me,' she said in this real low whisper. I was more than ready.

"She struggled to her feet, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. On the way she shrugged out of that robe.

"When we got to the bedroom, she undressed me. Which is a great turn-on. She even took off my shoes and socks.

"And then, when we were both naked, she grabbed hold of my cock and started working on it until it was as hard as it could possibly be. Then she slipped back to her knees and gently took my prick between her lips. She put her arms around my ass and slowly took the full length of my cock down her throat. I wanted to scream. That's how good it felt. And I was standing there, watching her suck my cock, which made it even more exciting.

"She got me to the point of almost shooting and then she backed off. Then she lowered her head and started to lick on my balls. First one and then the other. She even took them one at a time into her mouth and sucked gently on them. That literally drove me up the wall. I never wanted that feeling to stop.

"And then when she pulled off my balls and leaned way down with her head and started to lick my feet, I knew I had a really good lay. I mean, how many women will lick your feet? Not many. But I sure as hell had one.

"I felt really manly at that point. I reached down and grabbed her. I pulled her to her feet and then picked her up in my arms. A real hero, right?

"She was a little heavier than I thought she'd be, and I have to admit to stumbling a little on the way to the bed, but I finally made it. I put her on her back and was halfway up on the bed myself, ready to get between her legs, when she scrambled to her hands and knees.

" ‘Fuck me this way,' she said, in this real tense voice. Now shit, man, I'd never fucked a girl from behind before, but I figured if she wanted it, she'd get it.

"I had to feel my way. I wasn't even sure just where her cunt was from that angle. But I found her pussy easy enough. And it was in a damned good position. She was over by the edge of the bed, so I could stand on the floor and ram my cock to her that way.

"I put the knob of my cock up against her pussy and shoved. Not hard, but hard enough for a couple of inches to slide into that warm, wet hole. Cheryl's body got stiff immediately and her whole frame started to shake. She was having an orgasm. Bigger than hell. And just from my putting a couple of inches of my cock in her.

"That made me realize that I was getting to be a damned good fucker.

"I grabbed hold of her ass and started to plow my cock to her slow and steady. I had to build her up again. But it didn't take long, because just a few seconds later, she was begging me. ‘Fuck me hard,' she whispered. ‘Please, fuck my cunt hard!'

"So I did what she told me. And just a few seconds after that, I shot. There wasn't any holding back. She wanted a hard, steady fuck and when I fucked hard and steady I shot off. Simple as that.

"But after I shot, she wouldn't let me go. She kept my half-hard cock inside her and wriggled around until she had it hard again. Which wasn't long. And then she got her second hard, steady fuck of the night. Only this time it was a lot longer. And a hell of lot more enjoyable.

"Altogether, I was in Cheryl's apartment five hours. I fucked her twice and she sucked me off once. Not bad for a night's work.

"I left her with the promise to come back anytime she wanted me. I was her fucking slave. Literally.

"But then, wouldn't you know, three days later I got up and went to the John and sure enough that same old familiar burning began as soon as I started to take a leak. I remember standing there, feeling that burn, and cursing. And I damned near cried, that's how upset I was. Even Cheryl… even she was handing out the clap. And even more, it meant that I wasn't the only one using Cheryl's cunt. She was handing it around pretty freely. She must be.

"I went back to see my old pal the doc again, but this time he wasn't so easy on me. ‘This is the third time for you,' he said, with a rotten grimace on his face.

"I admitted it. But I told him I really didn't fuck around much as three cases of the clap in one year would seem to indicate. I told him I was just unlucky in my choice of partners. He agreed with that.

"He told me that he really couldn't sit back and let me ruin my life, I would become immune to the treatment, he said, if I continued the way I was going. ‘Therefore,' he said very seriously, 'I feel it's my duty to tell your parents.'

"Shit, man, the ceiling fell in, because despite my pleading with him, despite my almost getting on my hands and knees to beg him not to, the doc went and told my parents.

"Both of them-my mother and father-were waiting for me when I got home from school a couple of days later. Mom had gotten the letter and called Dad home from work immediately.

"I won't go into the terrible particulars, but have you ever thought about how it would feel to be seventeen, when you consider yourself a big wheel, a real ‘man' and then have your old man force you to drop your pants-right in front of your mother-and get over his knees and take about eight thousand slams with a belt? It was awful… terrible. It was the worst thing I'd ever had done to me in my life.

"They ranted and raved at me, and cut off my allowance and the use of the car. And, they added, if they ever found out I was indulging in 'sexual activities' again, they'd take me to church and make me make a public confession-to the whole damned congregation.

"I'd do anything in the world to avoid that, so that night, as I was lying on my stomach-my ass hurt too much to do anything else-I thought back to what Roger had said. 'If you don't know the cunt,' he'd said, ‘be satisfied with the mouth.' But even his advice didn't work all the time. I'd known Cheryl and she still gave me a dose. So I resolved right there that, come hell or high water, I'd be satisfied with the mouth. And I haven't suffered a bit."

One of the more interesting theories put forth regarding oral sex is that found in Frank Caprio's Variations of Sexual Behavior. His theory is particularly relevant in the analysis of this case, for it illuminates some of the less obvious autoerotic overtones which were observed in the subject. For example, practically all of the subject's experiences were related to masturbatory fantasies of some form or other, The rather immature, adolescent approach to sex, although partly a product of cultural conditioning, nevertheless indicates the desire on the part of the subject to use the female as a sexual object. Caprio explains this type of behavior as follows:

Mouth-genital contacts can be explained on the hypothesis that a person wants someone else to do what he is unable to do himself. The desire for fellatio is a projection of unconscious desire for auto-fellatio. The desire for cunnilingus in a woman is a projection of an unconscious desire to suck the nipples of her own breasts…

The question most interesting regarding Harold's case, however, relates again to the psychological problems which may develop out of his repeated venereal infections. Although it is certain that he has formed somewhat unhealthy associations with regard to more conventional sexual relations, we feel that these associations will be of a temporary nature, and are not likely to result in lasting psychological damage. This prognosis is, of course, dependent upon the subject's ability to relate to the opposite sex in a more complete and self-giving manner, rather than as the mere fulfillment of sexual fantasy.