Bill knew it was time to increase the pumping on his cock. The pleasure had been mounting and he couldn't hope to be more ready. His fist gradually, but steadily, went faster until he thought he would fall into the bushes with spasms of uncontrollable ecstasy. He didn't want to miss a thing, so he pressed his nose against the glass and kept his eyes on the action.
Just as he felt his prick explode with white spewings, he was rewarded with the sight of the chick on her back going into a fit of crazy convulsions. He knew that he was watching a girl in the midst of an orgasm, just as he was having one. The coincidence made his own climax more powerful, and he wondered how the girl would feel about having a guy spray the wall of her dorm with his cream as he watched her in her ecstasy.
Bill and the girl in the room both began to come down from the heights of pleasure at the same time. The thin girl lifted her face from the cunt-pit it had been stuck in, and she stretched out beside her spent friend.
Bill and Larry were all ready to see what would happen next when Charity came running up. He looked white as a sheet. He didn't even look into the window, as be told the guys that a school guard had caught a bunch of the guys.
Bill and Larry were alarmed. They hated to leave in the middle of the show that they'd discovered, but they didn't want to get caught. Since they had both already jerked off, and they knew what window to come back to, they decided to split.
The three of them crept to the corner of the building, looked around, and saw their buddies with a guy in uniform. The guard was looking the other way, and the three of them ran across the lawn to the woods. Once they were among the trees, they felt safe, but they had a ways to go before they were back in their bed.
They ran all the way and everything seemed fine, but just as they were about to go into their own dorm, Mr. Clark appeared before them. They stopped abruptly.
"I just got a call from our neighbors across the highway. That was a foolish thing to do fellows. You'll all be called to Mr. Borden's office tomorrow morning. Good night, now."
Mr. Clark disappeared, leaving the guys deflated. Bill and Larry knew that they were in trouble, but they wouldn't have traded their experience for anything. They went to bed with the memory of the sights they had seen.
Bill knew what getting caught would mean for him. He hated to think of what that meant to his mother. She would have to find another school for him. Maybe this time she would let him go to public school and live at home with her, but he really couldn't believe that would happen.
Suddenly, there seemed to be only one thing that made any sense. Bill would leave right then.
He could catch a train into the city and think about what he would tell his mother.
Now that he'd made up his mind, he felt better. Being on his own in New York was a thrilling thought. He also made up his mind on another matter. He was going to get laid. No matter what what he had to do, he was going to stick his prick into a cunt, and he was going to do it as soon as he could. After watching those lezzies have all that fun, he decided that it was time for him to start enjoying pussy.
He pulled out his luggage and began stuffing his clothes in. He had just had a birthday and still had some of the money that his grandmother had sent him. It would be enough for a while, anyhow. He couldn't wait to get to the big city and all its pleasures.
It was a long walk from school to the train, but he made it just in time for the last train. Na one had seen him leave school, and he was slightly disappointed because he felt like daring anyone to try and stop him, but he knew it would be better to get away without incident.
Once he was on the train he felt like a new boy. Persy was father behind him every second and the pleasures of the city were closer.
CHAPTER THREE
When Bill got to Penn Station in New York, he was a little disappointed to find it almost deserted.
When he hit the street, the story was the same. He expected to see a bunch of whores banging around waiting for him, but be knew that was ridiculous. He would have to go to the right part of town or know some phone numbers.
He'd always heard that Times Square was a good place to find whores, so he headed in that direction after stashing his bag in a locket. It was exciting to be back in the city after his exile at school, and he felt more confident that he was going to get fucked than he ever had before.
As he neared Times Square the crowd began to thicken. The lights were blazing on the signs and marquees. He stopped at Broadway and looked around. There didn't seem to be any whores standing around; everybody seemed to be in motion, flowing along the sidewalk.
Then a voice filtered through the sounds of the street.
"Want a girl friend? Hey, sport, looking for a chick?"
Bill stopped and looked in the direction of the voice. There was a guy standing in a doorway, talking to him. The guy motioned Bill over to him. No wonder be hadn't seen any whores around, he thought. They all wed pimps to get their customers. Anybody would know that.
"Hey, you want a chick? I got a real gorgeous babe for ya, kid."
"Uh, where is she?" Bill asked. He didn't want to seem dumb, but it seemed to be a good question.
"She's waitin' for ya, man. Come on. I'll take ya there."
"Uh, what's she look like?" Bill asked.
"She's dynamite. And if she don't look good enough, there's six other chicks all available."
Bill walked beside the guy and was led into a doorway. He found himself in the shabby lobby of a hotel. There was some torn up furniture and a desk without anyone behind it. It looked shady, but what could you expect, Bill figured.
"Gimme twenty and she's all yours," the pimp said.
Something seemed fishy to Bill. The guy saw him hesitate, and asked him what was the matter.
"Well, where is she?" Bill asked again.
"Room six-eleven," the pimp said. "She's waiting for ya. She'll do anything ya want. Suck ya, fuck ya, she can do both at the same time. Come on, man. I ain't got all night. Twenty, and she's yours."
It still seemed fishy to Bill, but he'd come this far. He wanted to get fucked so bad that he would hate himself if he blew it now. He took out his wallet and pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill.
The pimp took the bill and said, "Have fun, sport." He slapped Bill on the shoulder with a smile, and left. Bill was suddenly left alone.
Looking around he saw an elevator door and went over to it. Then be noticed a guy behind the desk, leaning back in a chair and snoozing. Bill cleared his throat to get the guy's attention. When the guy opened one eye to look at him, Bill told him to take him to the sixth floor.
The guy got up slowly and came to the elevator. Bill saw how old and stooped the guy looked as he led him into the elevator and turned the crank that made the door close, and the elevator began to rise. When they got to the sixth floor the door opened, but the elevator was about a foot too high, arid the old guy had to jerk the handle back and forth to get the cage even with the floor. Bill stepped out and was left alone once again. The hallway had gray and leprous walls. He felt a panic when he tried to remember the room number. Then he was sure that the pimp said six-eleven. Yes, that was it.
He walked down the hall until he found the room. He straightened out his hair and clothes, and, with a lump in his throat and one forming in pants, he knocked. He hoped the girl was as good as that pimp said she was. Nothing happened. Bill knocked again, louder. Still nothing. There was no doubt that he had the right room. He began to think something was wrong. But he knocked again, this time as hard as he could.