At breakfast the next morning, Ben was silent. Susan didn't want to force him to talk, but she did want to know why he had come home when he wasn't supposed to. She also wanted to know what he really thought of Clark's showing up.
The phone rang. Susan answered.
"Hello, Clark," she said. "Yes, they are here."
Ben saw his mother look toward the living room where some rolled up drawings were lying on the coffee table.
"Well. I don't know about that. I'll have to see," Susan said, then said good-bye and hung up.
"Clark left some drawings here yesterday. He's going to pick them up," Susan told Ben.
"Is he going to be in town long?" Ben asked.
"It looks like he will. He got a job consulting with a firm in New York. Those drawings are part of a new project he's working on. Some of the ideas he used are those your father was working on when he died. Clark said he would pay me royalties if they use the plans."
"That's nice," Ben said. "What else did he want?"
"He asked me to go out with him this afternoon. But I told him I would see what you were doing first. I thought you and I might go down to the park and take a lunch. We have to talk about your leaving school when you're supposed to stay there."
"Gee, Mom, I told Billy I'd play ball with the guys this afternoon."
"Well, in that case, I'll go with Clark," Susan said.
Ben left the apartment right after breakfast. He didn't really have plans to play ball, but he didn't want his mother asking him about school all day. He would find something to do.
Susan got ready for Clark. By the time he arrived, she was decked out in a tight pair of slacks and a tight sweater. "Let's go to the museum," Clark suggested. "I haven't been there for years."
With his drawings under one arm and Susan under the other, Clark felt great. They walked across the park to the museum. Susan felt like a young girl again.
Ben was walking through the park too. He didn't know where he was going, but he never had any trouble killing a day in the park. He could always find a friend to play frisbee with or he could borrow a skateboard.
As he walked along, kicking pebbles along the path, he heard his name called. Turning, he saw Chuck, an old friend, running toward him.
"Ben! Billy just called me," Chuck said. "They've got some whore they're going to gang bang. Come on!"
Ben felt his blood surge through him at the news.
"Where?" he asked.
"At Carl's. Nobody's home and they found this chick in the park and pooled their money and…"
Chuck was out of breath from running and could say no more. Now they were both running. Ben had heard that story before. But he had always arrived too late, or something had gone wrong. In any case, he never got laid. He was still a virgin.
But the chance had to be pursued. After all, if he missed a chance to get fucked, he would never forgive himself. As they ran, Ben felt his prick growing already.
The doorman at Carl's apartment building recognized the boys. He opened the door and was almost knocked over by them as they ran through. The elevator seemed amazingly slow. Both boys were practically out of their minds with anticipation. Ben was trying to prepare himself for a disappointment, though. That way, he wouldn't feel too bad if it didn't turn out.
They ran down the hall to Carl's apartment and banged on the door. Carl opened it and let them in.
There were about a dozen guys in the place. Some were sitting quietly, others were pushing and horsing around.
"She's in the bedroom," Carl said excitedly. "John's in there with her flow."
Ben couldn't believe it. It began to look as though he was going to get laid after all.
"Did you fuck her yet?" Ben asked Carl.
"Sure, I fucked her first. It's my apartment, after all."
"And she'll fuck all of us?" Ben asked. He wanted to make sure nothing was going to go wrong.
"Sure, she can't get enough," Carl assured him. "But you have to wait in line."
Ben couldn't believe his luck. It looked as though he was going to finally find out what it was like to sink his prick in a cunt. But there were a lot of guys ahead of him. John came out of the bedroom with a smile on his face. A cheer went up around the room. Harvey was next. He was shoved by the others toward the bedroom.
Ben paced back and forth. He talked to the other guys. But he was raging with desire and the minutes seemed like hours.
He asked some of the guys who'd already had their turn how she was.
"Pretty good," John said. "Sorta fat, but tight."
"Great," Billy said. "I'm gonna fuck her again." It was getting close to his turn. He flipped a coin with Chuck, to see who would go first. He won.
"Who's next?" Carl yelled when Mitchell came out of the bedroom. "I am," Ben announced.
As he walked to the bedroom, the guys began shoving him.
"Give her one for me," one of them yelled.
"Don't forget to pull down your pants first," another hollered.
Ben was in a daze. He couldn't feel his legs moving, but he was getting closer to the bedroom. His prick was throbbing in his pants.
He entered the dimly lit room. But when he saw that the bed was empty, he was confused. Looking around the room, he found that he was the only one there. Had he been fooled? Was all this just a joke to torment him? That didn't seem possible.
Then he saw the door to the adjoining bathroom open. A naked woman stepped into the room. Ben knew that his dream was going to come true.
"I just went to the bathroom," the woman said.
Then she went to the bed and lay down. Ben watched her with an eagle eye. She was sort of heavy. As she walked, he saw her belly shake. Her tits were truly enormous, though. She seemed young, maybe twenty, Ben thought.
Arranging herself on the bed with her legs spread, she looked over at the boy.
"Well, don't you like me?" she asked.
Ben snapped out of his trance. Reaching for his belt, he began struggling to get his prick freed. He started toward the bed, but almost tripped over his pants which he was still trying to get over his shoes.
The girl laughed at his clumsiness. Ben kicked his shoes off, hopped out of his pants, and crawled onto the bed.
"You've got a nice, big cock," she said.
Ben wasn't sure what to do. Should he neck with her a little first, or just shove his prick up her cunt? He knew he didn't have much time. He grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed.
"Ow!" the girl yelled. "Not so hard!"
Ben eased his grip. The tit felt as wonderful as he'd imagined. He felt the nipple. It puckered in his fingers. Did that mean he was turning her on, he wondered? Then he moved the tit around on her chest.
"M-m-m-m," the whore hummed.
Ben felt like a real stud. He was actually making this professional moan. He grabbed the other tit, kneading that loose flesh like dough. He had never felt anything like it.
"Come on, honey. Fuck me," the whore said.
Ben's face was burning. This was it. He crawled over one of her big thighs. In the gloomy room, he could see her cunt stretched out under him. Before he moved his prick within striking distance, he grabbed the cunt in his hand.
The hairs tickled his palm. The pussy was plump, like the rest of the woman. And it was wet. He stuck a finger between those loose lips. He had to search around to find the cave. A cunt was strange territory to him.
Feeling the slippery interior of that chamber, Ben knew it was going to feel great around his prick. As he explored, the chick began to roll her big hips.
"Come on, stick your prick in. Come on," she said.
Ben felt the pressure on him to hurry. There were others waiting, and the whore seemed to be in a hurry too. So, rather than examine her body further, Ben got into fucking position.
Her belly made a good mattress and her tits were good handles. Moist, soft thighs surrounded his hips.
He lunged his prick at her nest. But rather than feel her pussy slide over his prick, he felt her coarse hair drag along the tender undersides of the cock. He'd missed. He lifted his hips and thrust again. That time he felt the fat cheeks of her ass at the tip of his prick.
"Your aim is a little off today, huh?" the whore asked.
Ben was panting by now. What if he couldn't get his prick into her? He couldn't bear the thought of not getting laid now that he was so close.
When he lifted his hips for another try, he felt her hand grab him. She pulled his prick right into her snatch. He was in. The-sensation of having his prick in a pussy filled him with excitement.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he heard himself gasp.
The cunt was holding him in a tight, hot grasp. Ben knew that he'd never felt anything like it. Although he'd stuck his prick into a lot of strange places trying to get the sensation of piercing a cunt, he never had come close.
"You really fill me up," the whore said.
Ben unleashed his prick in flurry of stabs. With all his horny energy, he pumped his prick in that hole. And before he knew it, he came.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as he kept his hips bucking.
When the pleasure of climax drained away, he let his cock come to a stop in the pussy. The orgasm had been a good one, better than jerking off any day.
"You finished?" the woman asked.
There was an unmistakable invitation to get off her in that question. Without answering, Ben pulled his shrinking prick from her and climbed off the bed. As he put his clothes on, he looked at her lying there. He didn't want to forget the first chick he fucked.
Ben went into the other room amid the usual cheers. Thinking about the experience convinced him that he had been on the right track in his quest to get fucked. There's nothing like it. But the next time, he would like to fuck a chick he could really explore. And one with a really nice body. And he hoped it would be soon.
Rather than hanging around for seconds, Ben said good-bye and went out. As he walked through the park again, he was happy. He was no longer a virgin. He hoped that fuck would give him momentum to find another.
As he walked along near a street that passed through the park, he saw his mother and Clark in the distance. They were holding hands and walking with a quick, happy gait. As they approached the street, Clark flagged a cab. In another second they were gone.
All Ben's happiness with getting laid seemed to leave him. All he could think about was Clark's getting to fuck a gorgeous chick like his mother while he had to depend on sloppy seconds.
He wished he had a sharp chick to stroll through the park with, to go to the movies with, and most of all, to fuck.