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Happy Daze Hi! My name is Dicky Dickingham. I'm a graduating senior at Washington High in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My dad runs a hardware store here in town. I guess you could say that we're kinda an All-American family. I also have a 12 year old kids sister who is a real cutie. Most of the time, my friends and I hang out at George's Drive-In, a malt shop near the school. Well life was going along just peachy keen for me, that is, until Arty Fucherelli moved into my life. He calls himself Arty the Fucker. I'm not really supposed to be saying words like that. If my folks knew I ever did use words like that, they'd have a fit. And it they knew into what devilish antics, and what a devilish road, Arty has led into, they'd simply die! I guess you might say that I was the innocent teenager and Arty the more worldly guy. After all, he is a wild motorcycle type guy. He is a really cool guy, real hip, even if he did drop out of high school. Arty looks real good in his leather jacket and his duck-tail haircut. He's a really good looking guy. All the girls at George's like him a lot. Arty is an orphan and most of his life he's lived with his aunt and uncle. But now he just moved out and got himself an apartment, well really a room above the garage where he works. Well one day last week, I was sitting in George's. None of the kids was around and I was feeling pretty lonely. Just as I was about to leave, guess who showed up? Arty the Fucker! Oh ... uh! Well, HE showed up. He was wearing his neato leather jacket and his hair looked extra good and, well, you could say, sexy. "Hi Dicky!", he yelled across the shop. It was embarrassing, and I was glad none of my friends was around. I waved to him and said, "Oh hi Arty." He came over to the booth where I was sitting and said, "Can I sit down?", as he sat down without waiting for my answer. "What you doin' with yourself, kid?", he asked as he took out a paperback book from a pocket of his jacket, and began to turn the pages. "Nuthin' much, Arty. What you got there? Something good?" "Yeah", he smiled a strange kind of smile. "Something good." I couldn't make out the title of the book 'cause he had his hand covering it. But there seemed to be a picture of a half-naked woman on it in a sexy pose. I gulped. No one ever reads THAT kind of stuff around here. Our parents wouldn't let us read books about sex, But I was curious. "Can I see that book, Arty?" "Nah", he smiled that weird smile again. This is not for kids. It's grown up stuff." "Well", I said, "I'm just turned 18 last week. I mean I AM a graduating senior." "Oh yeah!", he laughed. "Right! You are." He put the book back in his pocket and stared at me for a minute without saying anything. I got nervous because I didn't know what he wanted or what I should say. Finally he said, "Look Dicky, I got a lot of these types books in my place. I don't really like to show them out in public because the people in this town are squares and they would break my chops about it, especially if they thought I was showing them to you kids." I said to myself, So why the heck is he taking it out here? Of course I didn't say it to HIM. But I felt that I had to say something. "Hey Arty", I protested. "I told you that I'm no kid. I'm graduating, for Pete's sake. I'm 18!" "Yeah, yeah. I know. But still and all, I only let certain people that I think I can trust know about these books." "Well you can sure trust me", I assured him. "Yeah", he said. "I suppose." Then he snapped his fingers and patted me on the hand, saying, "Hey, you wanna come to my place and read some of these books with me?" |
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looked around. No one else was coming in. I started to feel guilty because I
knew what I was gonna say. I was curious about these books and I wanted to see
what they were like. When I didn't answer right away, he said, "Hey! Dicky! Arrrah! Come on! I don't peg you for a pussy, right?" "No, no. Not me." "Good", he said, giving me that funny look again like he was searching for something inside me, I don't know what. But it was beginning to bug me because I wanted to know what he was looking for. I just didn't have the nerve to ask. "So let's quite this joint and go to my place." "Oh, ok", I said. "Sure, why not?" "Atta boy", he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it as he got up. "Come on, let's get out of here before someone we know comes in and asks us where we're going." "Yep", I said. I also didn't want anyone showing up and stopping to talk to us. My curiosity was growing and I was getting impatient to see the books." It took us about ten minutes to get to his place above the garage. The garage owner, his boss, was not around. Arty had told me that the guy was out of town for the day and that's why he, Arty, was goofing off today. Arty said that we would be completely alone and no one would be bothering us. |
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When we got there, Arty closed and locked the door to his
room right away. "Relax Dicky", he said as he pulled off his jacked and just
threw it into a corner. I sat down on an easy chair and looked at him. I
think it was the first time I had ever seen him without that jacket. He was
wearing just a T-shirt which hugged his body very tightly. I saw that he had
a pretty good body, nice biceps and a nice chest too. Arty saw me staring at him and he smiled. "Hey Dicky, you like my bod?", he asked, flexing the muscles in his arm. I blushed. "Yeah, you look like you're in good shape. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that I never have seen you with that leather jacket off." "No, that's right", he said. None of you guys have ever seen me with the jacket off. None of the girls either." I was really surprised. Most of the gossip among us at high school was that Arty the Fucker [the word was getting easier for me to think] was a real hit with the girls and that he had gotten a kiss or something from them. I mean the guy was always giving them rides on his big bike. Oh, I don't mean that he did anything bad with them, like sex. The girls in our town are nice girls. They don't do that with boys, not till they're married at least. Then they have permission. Arty went to his fridge and took out a couple of cans. I thought it was pop. But when he came over to me, I saw it was beer! He stuck out his hand and offered me one. "Here Dicky, have one and relax." I shook my head. "Listen Arty, I don't drink that. No alcohol." "Hey", he said. sitting down next to me, "I thought you said you weren't a kid." Yes, I nodded. "Well if you're not a kid", he said, "then you're a man, right?" I gulped and nodded. "I guess." "No guessing", he smiled. "You're a man, my man. And men drink beer. So have one." |
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I just looked at him,
embarrassed and a little scared. Arty opened the can and handed it to me.
"Take it, Dicky!", he ordered. "Don't make me think you're a pussy!" My
heart started beating fast. Aw shucks, I thought. What have I gotten in to?
Now, I have to take it just to show him I am an ok guy. I took the can from
his hand and took a sip. It was a little more bitter than I thought it would
be but after a second and third taste, I thought that it was pretty good.
Arty was smiling and nodding at me. "Thata boy!", he said. "You just drink
that and don't worry. There's more where that comes from. Way more." I
smiled and said, "Thanks Arty. It's good." I was thinking, This is ok. Arty
is a good guy. All the kids like him even though he likes at act like James
Dean or Marlon Brando. He's cool. I was still in my thoughts when he said, "Dicky. You came up here to see some books, right? Look, forgot about those stupid books. Too many words in them. I got something better to show you." "What's that?", I asked, sipping on my beer. I was really enjoying the taste of the beer now and feeling good acting like a real man. After all, even if Mom and Dad still thought of me as a kid, still I was now old enough to be drafted. President Eisenhower could get me if he wanted. Arty didn't speak. He got up and went over to a corner of the room and took out a large box. |
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"What you got there?" "You'll see", he said. He brought the
box over and sat down again. When he opened the box I nearly fell over.
Inside were all kinds of pictures, black and white and color, of men and
women naked! Not only naked but doing things with each other and alone. Arty
poked me with his elbow. "Cool eh? Look at these. Man, I always look at
these when I jack off!" I gulped. Arty said that word like it was nothing.
None of the guys ever talked about that thing. I don't know if they really
did that. I never did. Don't get me wrong. I lot of times I wanted to but
the gym teacher told us never to do it. He said we would go blind or crazy.
But I stared at Arty and he didn't look blind. He looked pretty healthy to
me, not at all crazy. Arty looked and me and gave me a sly smile. "Here,
that can looks empty. Let me give you another." I was feeling sort of funny. I know that beer is supposed to make you feel funny in the head, like dizzy or something. And that is what I was feeling. I nodded with what must have been a stupid look on my face. "Sure", I whispered. Arty nodded and took the empty can from me and in a sec was back with another open can which he put in my hand. This time I wasn't sipping. I was gulping the foam down like water. It tasted good and was making me feel good. "Let me see those pictures, Arty." My words sounded funny like they were a little slurred but I ignored that. "Oh yeah!", he said. "I KNOW you want to see them, baby! Here! Take a bunch and dig them." His calling me 'baby' made me do a doubletake but I also ignored it. I was anxious to see the pictures. As I looked at all these naked bodies and what they were doing, some of which I didn't even have a name for, I felt myself getting hard. Arty watched me enjoying the photos, and he noticed the bulge in my pants. "Hey man!", he said. You REALLY are liking them. Hey Dicky, you look like you are packing a nice thing there in your pants. You ever rub it?" "Oh no!", I shook my head. "I don't do that." "Well it's no big deal", he said. I do it all the time. You ashamed of what you got?" "No! It's just that I heard that you can get sick doing that." |
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"Aw that's a bunch of bullshit. If that
was true, I'd be in the goddam hospital by now." Normally that kind of
language would really shock me. But I was feeling kind of 'high' I guess,
from the beer. And the pics had gotten me really hot so it didn't really
bother me. Besides, I was curious. As I said, Arty didn't look bad. As a
matter of fact, the more high I got and the hotter I got, the better he
looked. I noticed for the first time how REALLY good looking he was, and how
his T-shirt and dungarees clung to his body, and how his dark curly hair
could appeal to a girl. As I said, he had really nice muscles. I wondered
what it would feel like to be held and kissed by him. My God! What was I
thinking? I sort of jumped forward in my seat. "Hey Dicky, what's wrong with
you? You ok? That beer making you sick?" "No, no!", I said. "I was just
wondering. How often do you rub yourself?" "Oh, you're a curious baby, huh? Remember curiosity killed the cat. Yeah but SATISFACTION brought it back" He laughed out loud at his joke and I giggled. "Yeah I am curious. Can you satisfy me?" Oh boy! I must really be high, I said to myself. Just listen to me talk! He had been standing over me since he had gone to get me that second beer. Now he sat down beside me and said. "Man, I do it every day, sometimes two or three times a day." I was taken aback. "Really? Every single day?" "Yeah!", he hissed. "It feels SO good. Here, Let me show you, baby." "What", I asked. "Put that beer down, Dicky and just relax. Lay back and I'll show you how good it can feel." He didn't wait. He took the can out of my hand and laid it down on the floor. Then he slid off the sofa and got down on his knees in front of me. "Dickingham", he said, looking glassy-eyes at me. "I've always been curious about you. I've watched you a long time. You're a pretty boy ... I mean, man. VERY pretty I would say. But I KNOW that you're not getting laid, and now I know you're not jerking it. So you're only satisfaction has to be wet dreams. You know what I mean?" I nodded. I knew exactly what he meant. He meant that sometimes I woke up at night and my shorts were all wet and sticky. I had to hide that from Mom and Dad. I was too ashamed to tell anyone. But now Arty made it ok to tell him. Arty was giving me permission to feel and say a lot of things. I was really grateful to him. He was really being a friend. All that stuff that people had always told me MUST be bullshit! Oh wow! I actually said it even though it was to myself, I said it. "So you are curious about me, Arty. Well is satisfaction going to bring you back?" "We'll soon see", he said. And then -- he did what I just knew he was going to do. He put his hand on me, on my private part between my legs. He put his hand on me and rubbed .... and rubbed ... and rubbed ... so slowly. My breath caught in my throat! No one had EVER touched me there except myself when I bathed. And now, my friend, Arty the Fucker was making me harder than I was with his hand. My head went back, my eyes closed, my mouth opened. I breathed hard. "That's it, baby. That's it", I heard him whisper. Just keep your eyes closed and let me make you feel good." I kept my eyes closed and asked, "You won't hurt me, will you, Arty?" "Hell no", he said. "Just the opposite. I am going to help you. Just relax and let me do what I have to do." Ohhh. Big bad arty, the Biker Boy, down on his knees in front of me, playing with me. What else was he gonna do? |
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It didn't take long for me to find
out. "Keep your eyes closed", he said. "No matter what I do, keep those
sweet eyes closed. It'll feel all that much better when I do you." I felt
his fingers move to my belt. He unbuckled it. Then he slowly unbuttoned my
fly. I felt those fingers go inside my pants. Felt them go into my shorts.
Felt them wrap around my thick, hard cock! Yes, my cock! I man has a cock!
Not a 'thing'! Oh God! He was caressing my balls with the back of one
finger. I was moaning. The combination of the beer and his hands were
driving me insane. "Keep your eyes closed, baby." I nodded silently as I
felt him take my shoes off and pull down my pants and shorts. My whole lower
body was naked before him, as naked as the bodies in the pictures. Heck! I
almost forgot about those pictures. Who cared about them now with this guy's
delicious hands on me. Now that he had full access to me, Arty wrapped his
hand around my cock while his other hand held my testicles. He began to
stroke ... up ... down ... up .... down -- slow, real slow, and then faster
and faster. I began to breathe really hard and moan. Arty picked up the pace
and then I felt something soft and wet encase my cock. My eyes flew open. I
was shocked! Arty was on his knees and his mouth was wrapped around my cock!
I saw and felt his lips sucking and sucking me! I cried out! "Arty! Your
mouth is so good! It feels so sweet. Suck me, baby! Suck me. Oh God!" Arty had his hands on my legs and he was softly caressing the insides of my thighs while he sucked and sucked. Gee Whiz! I have never felt so hot and crazy. I had always heard that some naughty women did things like this ... but Arty was just great at it. Arty reached up with one hand and caressed my balls. Then he began to lift my legs up. He lifted them up and over his shoulders. I lay back and closed my eyes again and just let him take me and do whatever he wanted with me. My legs were now pressing the sides of his face while he sucked. Suddenly I felt his fingers begin to enter into my asscrack. Oh my! OH MY! His fingers were going in deep ... and then ... couldn't breathe ... in and out ... in and out ... in rhythm to his head bobbing up and down on my cock! Arty was groaning as he sucked and I was moaning and saying crazy things like "Arty, I love you! Keep sucking me, please!" I didn't want this feeling to ever end but with his fingers up my asshole and his lips on my cock, I began to feel like I was going to explode! I felt something coming along my cock and then surging out! Out into Arty's waiting mouth. |
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me how much!" And saying that, he brought my face to his and he kissed me hard on my lips. I was shocked at first but then, in a few seconds, I felt myself kissing him back. Then I felt his tongue go in between my lips and into my mouth. I don't know what happened to me but all at once I wanted to feel his handsome body! He drew me close and I threw my arms around him, and we kissed and kissed for a long time. THE END |
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