All You Need To Know

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2006 by Dean Cameron.

Illustration of All You Need to Know Illustration

I got back to my room, my face bright red, my shame complete. What kind of girl goes with you to a make-out party, and doesn't want to make out? God, I'd struck out...again!

It sucks, being me! Honest! My father was a corporate executive, and we moved around so much, I never finished a single grade in school in the same place I'd started it. My test scores had been shuffled around so much, I'd lost so many credits, that I was a year late graduating. And worst of all, I was a nineteen year old virgin!

Honest! I'd always been shy around strangers and doubly so around girls when I hit puberty. It was so much easier to just go home and watch television and pretend I was someone else, someone cool, someone with a life!

Now I was in college. On my own. Ready to live the kind of life I'd never had.

And I knew zilch about girls. Nada, zip, nothing.

I was trying. And God, how I was striking out! I was getting a reputation in college, all right! And boy, was it a lousy one! I was the guy that the girls looked at and giggled to each other about. I was the guy who had fallen into the fountain when I tried to put my arm around one girl and she shrugged it off, I was the guy who had actually tried to sing to a girl in a park. I'd thought we were alone...but we weren't. I was the guy who...ah, to hell with it. Now I had another embarrassment to my credit. The girl had wanted to go to the party and accepted my invitation. When we got there, she sent me after a cola, and when I was back, another guy was in my seat, and she was kissing him. I handed her the cola and got the fuck out of there.

Back in my room again, ashamed and alone. Jesus, what was I going to do?

I reached under the bed and pulled out the book I had bought. It was about relationships, what women want, how to communicate, and such. I couldn't figure girls out on my own, so I was trying to read up on them. But this book was leaving out so much! How do you know when a girl is interested? How can you know when to reach in for a kiss...and when you'd better settle for holding her hand, or just sitting there without touching? The book fucking assumed you knew! And I didn't!

"Hey, Mark, you're here?" came my roommate's voice and I shut the book and threw my pillow over it like it had been a porno novel. When it was the opposite of one.

"Hi, Andy." I said.

"I thought you had a date." Andy said as he bounced down onto the other bed.

I sat up, sheepishly smiling. As much as anyone ever had been, Andy was my friend. I'd only known him for a few months, but it's a sign of my life that he was the longest friendship I'd ever had. "I though I had a date, too." I admitted. "But I was wrong."

"What happened?"

"I was just her ticket there." I said. "The moment my back was turned, another guy had her."

"Damn, that sucks." Andy said. "So you came back for a bit of inspirational reading?"

I realized too late what Andy was doing, which was to reach under my bed's pillow and pull out my book. I yawped and made a grab for it, but it was too late, he had it in his hand and was looking at the page, which was, unfortunately, nothing that could possibly be confused with a porn novel.

"Man, what is this?" Andy said.

"I was trying to figure out how girls tick." I confessed. "I mean, how do you know when a girl is really interested in you."

"This book isn't going to do that." Andy pointed out unhelpfully.

"I know" I said. "It's just...we moved so much when I was young, I didn't have any of the chances to figure girls out little by little like you did. I mean, God, people don't act the same in France as they do in Germany and they act even more different in Hong Kong. I don't know shit about girls. Okay, I said it! I suck at dating!"

"Hey, hey, Mark, don't sweat it." Andy said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You can't know what you don't know. Hell, that's what college is for, learning the stuff you didn't learn in school."

"Thanks a lot." I said. "Which course teaches me how to know if a girl is interested in me?"

"Why that's Girls 101, of course." Andy teased. "All you need to know about how to make it with a girl."

"Cut it out."

"Taught ably by one of the best professors, a Mr. Andrew Reinhardt."

That was Andy's name, so I turned and said, "Really?"

"Sure." Andy said. "Why not? I had to learn some stuff from my older sister. How to put my arm around a girl so she won't throw it off and such, I mean, not sex. But I can get you started off right."

"Well...Great!" I said. "God knows I need all the help I can get!"

"Class is now in session." Andy intoned. He plopped onto the bed next to me and said, "Now, you be the girl and I'll be the guy putting the make on you. The right way. Got it?"

"I got it." I said eagerly.

"Now the first thing a guy does is put his arm around the girl like this. He doesn't grab her tits right away, he just puts his arm around her."

"Feels nice." I admitted. Andy's arm did feel kind of good there on my shoulders. His hand was resting lightly on my opposite shoulder, the elbow was done around my mid-back."

"And if the girl is interested, she leans in and snuggles up some." Andy went on.

"Like this?" I fit myself so my neck was in his armpit and my cheek was resting partially on his chest.

"Yeah, like that, that's how she'll signal it." Andy agreed. "Now you know the girl is interested. If she wasn't wanting to get closer to you, she'd hold still. So you can try for a kiss now."

"Yeah?" I lifted my head up. "What kind of kiss?"

"You start off easy and see how far she goes."

"I don't get it." I frowned.

"Let me show you."

Andy reached down and kissed me. Closed-mouth, but then his lips parted some. I did the same and when our mouths were open on each other's, his tongue came in. I felt the fat flap of flesh touch my own and I kind of moaned. Soon, we were playing our tongues over each other, and my inhibitions were vanishing fast. I had never considered sex with another man before but now I had...I kind of liked it!

Andy broke it off after a time, panting. "So now the girl is all loosened up and you know she's going to go along with just about anything you want. Long as you keep it a little at a time, you can go pretty darned far, even on a first date."

"Yeah?" I gasped. "Like what?"

"Like putting your hand on her leg." Andy did that. "And you leave it in place and if she doesn't reach down to push it off, you can move on." And his hand slid up my inner thigh. Not too slow, not too fast. As it was, it felt like a flame of fire moving up my leg. Not burning fire, but fiery desire, when he went up to the top and cupped my basket, I just groaned.

"Yeah, when the girl does that, you know she wants you, and bad." Andy hissed into one ear. "Now you can really put your moves on her."

"Really?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah." Andy said. "You can do her like this, for example."

And Andy moved, his arms cupped my shoulders and he pushed me down onto the bed. His own body was over me, one knee between my legs, the other foot on the floor. "And unless she screams or something, you can go on and do this." And he laid his body down on top of mine and he kissed me again, this time, his body was moving against mine, I could feel the hard rod in his jeans pressing against my thigh.

He raised up, panting. "The next step is to get her clothes off. You don't have to get them all off, just enough to get busy."

And his hands went to my jeans and he unfastened them with a speed and ease that I found astonishing. I mean, he was quicker than I was on myself! But he had the jeans open and then he was lifting my legs up into the air and skinning them off of me. I had removed my socks when I got onto the bed already, he got the pants off and then he came back for the briefs.

By now, I was beyond caring, the bulge in my basket was a hard, throbbing one. Andy had some trouble getting the elastic band out over top of it, even. But then he peeled away and then I was nude below the waist except for my socks.

"Once you get the girl bare, you can stop long enough to do your own." Andy got up and kicked his shoes off with a toe on each heel to lever it loose first, then he yanked both pants and shorts off with one motion and he was climbing back on, kneeling beside me at my waist.

"At this point, as I said, you can pretty do whatever you want to." Andy said. "And that's how you get a girl into bed with you."

"So after you get her into bed." I said as I grabbed hold of his cock. "What kind of things can you do to a girl?"

"You want Girls 201, then?" Andy asked me. "That's an advanced class, what do with one when you get her."

"Yeah, I want everything." I said as I pumped on his pud. God, it felt so hot and so hard and so good.

Andy grabbed mine and we jerked each other as he said, "All right then, but remember that you asked for it. One thing you can do is lube her up for the main event."

"How do you do that?" I asked, but he was showing me how as he did it, he bent over and scooted his body on the bed and his mouth landed on my cock and I just sort of moaned.

Andy's legs pulled me further down on the bed, and then his legs landed on either side of my head and I had his cock knocking at my face. All I had to do was open my mouth and it would go right in.

I opened, and it did. Andy was slurping on me with a competence that told me he was no virgin to any of this. Me, I was as raw as I told you, but I had all the inspiration anyone could need to work on this. I was awkward a little, but the feel of his mouth on my own dick told me most of what I needed. Like get it wet and keep those teeth away!

I could have spent the rest of my life just like that, the warmth of Andy's mouth on my pud and the hot shaft of his dong steaming within my own lips. His cock fit into my throat like it was form-fitted, and Andy was giving me the sort of deep-throat I'd only dreamed about before then.

But Andy was in control here and when we'd sucked a while, and my passion was in overdrive and common sense had, sensibly, packed up and left for the evening to sleep with a friend or something, I felt his lips pull off my dong with an audible pop of sound and then my prick was slapping down on my stomach. And he pulled his own out me though I fought to keep hold of it. You don't have to suck me, Andy, I said with my clutching, desperate lips, just let me keep doing you and that'll be enough, honest, no, no, don't take it away! My heart wailed.

"Another thing you can do is this." And Andy got between my legs and I saw that missile of his dong aimed at the crease underneath my balls and I gasped.

"If the girl doesn't want you to do it, she'd better speak up in a hurry." Andy panted.

I gasped, then murmured. "No, do it, do it! Do it...aaaahh--hahhh!"

Andy's prod was stretching me to the very limit. If I hadn't been so completely turned on, I think it would have ripped me apart, but I wanted him, I wanted all of him, and my body would take him any way it could get him! A moment of tension, a moment of resistance, and then my body acquiesced and my sphincter unclutched and parted for him. I felt a bit of warmth I figured was blood (turns out it wasn't, I cleaned up afterward totally clear) gush over his prod as he drove it into me, and then I was a strand of limp spaghetti, my body laid out for his use. A few more hunches got the rest of it in.

"Once you get it all the way inside her." Andy said. "You have to watch her face, see if anything you do hurts her. If it does, you stop. If it doesn't, you don't."

"Stop. Don't." I said not in protest but in comprehension. "Stop. Don't. Stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"

And with liquid flowing thrusts of his hips, Andy's body began to push his dong in and out of me. I felt the hard column within me, and it wasn't at all foreign or obscene or unnatural. Our bodies had been doing this for millenia, longer, ever since we were men and even before, there had been men taking their pleasure with other men like this. It fit, God, it all fit, and the pain was only a way of marking the transition from virgin to experienced fuck-receptacle.

I used my legs and arms to envelop Andy's body and I was then helping him drive into me. Not just holding on, not just clinging, but using the leverage to thrust him deeper into me, and I we were a pair of lover moving in harmony and common need, all of this was so simple, so elemental, I had made it something complex and arcane in my mind and it wasn't, it was all just being human, and accepting the other as human, and when you do, the joy pours forth!

I felt Andy begin to tire and knew my own activity was pulling on his body, and I rolled us over and straddled him, now I could ride my roommate's body while the joy coursed through my body.

"And that's the sorts of things you can do in bed with a girl." Andy gasped out as I bucked and thrashed atop him. "Nothing left now but the finishing up. And that's going to be soon, buddy, real soon!"

"Me, too!" I gasped. "God, come when I do, I want to look at you while you come and see you as I squirt, the two of us together, come on, hold out until I jizz, Andy, let me share this with you."

"Hurry up!" was Andy's only qualification. "I gotta shoot this nut-cream of mine, it's boiling, man, fucking boiling!"

"I can feel it." I said. "You're so fucking hard and so fucking hot in my ass, I can feel it in there, ready to spray my insides."

"Oh, God, I'm coming, Mark, I'm coming, now, God, now!" Andy crooned, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, his face softened into pliant passion curves.

My own cock was sparking like a lit Roman candle, I felt it hissing much the same way and then the rumble of the first ball up the shaft, and it was there, it was there... "AAAHHH-AHH-GAHHH-HUHHNNN-KUHHH!" I yelped as my load squirted onto Andy's stomach.

"Oh, God, oh, oh, GAAAH-UHHHH, KUUHHH-KNNNNHHHH!" Andy's rod burst into my bowels, hot salty spunk poured into me as it sprayed out of me, and I was plastering Andy's body with my wads, a huge load, one built up over the long day and evening of anticipation, the time at the party, afterwards, even, all of that came out of me at one time, all the old come and the new come produced when Andy's hands finally brought me completion, it all peppered his lithe body with white splotches of pearl-colored jism. And I felt the hot splashes inside of me, too, Andy dumped a heavy load into me as well, I think. Maybe he'd always wanted me since our first meeting, and this time, tonight, had given him the opening he'd been waiting for. But we shared our climax and we were a pair of orgasming young men, and then it was over and I fell into the soft cushion of Andy's body and arms, and the hot sperm I'd squirted in between us bonded us together, and we were together, we were one, we had shared and finished and joined.

"Congratulations." Andy whispered to me. "Now you all you need to know about how to make it with a girl. You can go out into the world and land any girl you want now, armed with this knowledge."

"Maybe I could." I admitted. "But why should I?" And my kiss told Andy I wasn't going to be dropping any of his other classes any time soon. Heck, I was going for a double-major now!


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