Chapter 2: Jack The Lad

The next morning, I decided that I’d try to further broaden my sexual horizons, maybe look for someone younger than Aunt Violet. After all I was twenty years old and I’d never been kissed by anyone or anything other than my mother, Aunt Vi, a childhood sweetheart and next doors Cocker Spaniel.

I wanted the real thing, I wanted to be loved, to be normal, what the fuck was I on about?

I just wanted sex!

I got dressed in my best pick-up gear which consisted of my black track-suit with the red stripe, my white tennis shoes and my huge gold sovereign ring that grandpa George had given me on his death bed. I was going for the ´gansta rapper´ look and I think I carried it off quite well.

Then I practised my chat up lines, “Hey Baby wanna get it on?” and “Hey how you doing?”

Yep I was hot, sizzling and I had the urge, I knew today would be the one. But there was something missing, I thought my hair could do with some fixing up, so I went into the bathroom and got some of fathers pile cream and smoothed it into my hair, it was slick and so was I.

I moseyed on down to breakfast and sat at the table, mother came in “Kevin what a handsome boy you are today, where are you going?”

She placed a large plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and smiled in that motherly way.

“Erm well I thought seeing that I did not have to go to college today I might venture into town”.

“Town why town? What’s there that’s so important that you’d leave your poor mother alone in the house, on your one day off” she said annoyingly.

“Nothing´s in town, I just thought I’d go out and you are not alone you have father” I replied quickly, before she had time to whimper and make me feel bad.

“Oh but Kevin you know that father is in bed all the time, the only time he moves is when he needs the potty” mother said as a last try to make me feel guilty.

Then luckily the phone rang and mother went to answer it, I could hear her speaking to Aunt Vi.

I panicked and got up quickly out of my chair, grabbed my jacket and escaped from the house while mother chatted.

As I sat on the bus staring out of the window I wondered what my day would bring, would I return to the house still a virgin, or would I return a man?

All the other times I had returned with nothing hotter than a soggy bag of chips in my hand.

The bus reached the high street and I got off with a sense of purpose, I surveyed my surroundings and made the decision to linger around the bookstore. I’d seen students in there on many occasions, girl ones.

As soon as I thought this, little Elvis woke up from his slumber, bastard!

My track-suit bottoms peeked like a scouts tent and what was worse was little Elvis had decided to twitch. I felt like a man with a ferret in his trousers, God how embarrassing. I pulled my top over my bits and walked into the store, it was full of people browsing and talking quietly.

Making my way over to the poetry shelf I glanced around for a victim, I mean a girl to speak to. As I approached I saw a very pretty woman flicking through a large book, she was tall, slim and had the most beautiful blonde hair. She stood reading running her finger slowly along the curve of her neck, she licked the tip of her finger to turn the page. I wanted to be that finger, I so wanted her to lick me but she did not give me a second look.

Then she turned around and that’s when my vision of loveliness was dissolved, she was hideously deformed, she had no tits!

I shrugged and turned and walked out of the store, maybe I’d need to try another place.

I stopped and looked across the street and saw a café, yes that was it, I would go for a coffee, an espresso, I’d heard that was fashionable so I crossed and went in. When I got in I was greeted by a handsome teenager, he said “Hi welcome to Cyber Palace, do you require a table or a booth with a computer?”

A computer I thought?

Trying to sound cool I replied “Oh a booth of course”.

He showed me to the back of the room where I ordered a large espresso with a chocolate bean topping.

The café was almost empty except for a fat man in a very ill-fitting grey sweatshirt and loose jeans. He sat lurching over his keyboard, stopping now and then to rub his hands speedily on his thighs. Every so often he would peer around the café then behind him like some overweight crazed owl, as he did this, I noticed that he had thick white coffee froth clinging to his moustache.

When he saw me his tiny almost black eyes widened, then hastily he returned to looking at his screen. After 10 minutes or so he switched the computer off and left the café, I was left alone thinking well where the hell are all the girlies?

The teenager came back with my coffee and he said “Shit it’s been dead in here ever since the library offered free use of their computers”. He sat next to me and then added “Do you mind if I sit here with you, I’m bored as fuck, can I smoke?”

Before I could reply he had already lit his fag up and was puffing at it like a man possessed.

“Well how long have you worked here” I asked politely.

“Oh about 4 months now I stay for the perks, I get to play on the computers all day for free” he replied.

“Well doesn’t that get boring? I mean there is only so much you can do on a computer”.

“No” he said, “Shit man you can go in and out of chat rooms, download music, movies, porn, and best of all you get to meet bucket loads of nymphomaniacs”.

“Can you, do you?” I enquired interestedly.

“Yes, want me to show you?” he smiled and took over my keyboard.

“So what hoists your main sail?” he asked.

“Oh erm tits, tits yes women with huge tits” I said while scratching my balls through my pocket like some dirty old man.

“OK there yah’ go, tits, Big & Beautiful, that ought to do yah” he stood up and went back over to the till.

I peered like a little boy presented with a pile of Christmas gifts, but with one major difference, obviously I had a hard-on the size of Blackpool Tower. I’d never seen so many perfectly formed breasts in one place, tits from all over the world, round black pert ones, droopy mouth-watering white ones, small nipples, large nipples, saucer sized nipples. Oh my God I’d died and gone to titty heaven!

I soon forgot about meeting any real women, fuck it I was as happy as a pig in mud.

The teenager came back announcing that his name was Jack.

“I’m Kevin, pleased to meet you and thanks, thanks for the tits, erm tips”.

Jack laughed “Yah’ know you can go in chat rooms and meet real women, you don’t have to just sit and look at tits all day”.

What I could talk to real women too?

“Come on” he said “I’ll show you a good place where the women are gagging for it”.

Again he took the keyboard and before long we were chatting to a woman by the name of “Bored Housewife”.

Within 10 minutes she was telling us how she wanted to be taken from behind while doing the washing-up, it was amazing. Jack said “Come on let´s put a name in for you, what do you fancy?”

I sat thinking and looking at the other names on the screen, I too wanted to advertise my wears so I said “Kevin 9incher”.

Jack laughed loudly “Shit, yep you might as well lie, most of us do it”.

“I aint lying, it is 9 inches” I smiled proudly.

He smirked and said “Hmm if you say so mate”.

Jack left again and went back to the till just in case any other customers came in. I was left alone to look down the list of names.

Oh yes there was one which caught my eye “Double DeeDee”. I sent a message to her and she replied within seconds, it all started quite quickly, before long I was running my cyber fingers in and out of her moist, wet pussy.

Little Elvis kept on rearing up and down like a bucking bronco; it was all going wonderfully until she said those six little words “I want to suck your cock”.

It was then that Elvis exploded!

I was covered, my track-suit bottoms were soaked, I felt so embarrassed as I made my way to the bathroom. Jack looked up and grinned at me, he knew and I knew, shit how completely embarrassing.

I cleaned myself up, paid for my coffee and the use of the computer, Jack said “Well cum’ again won’t you” with a wicked sneer and a wink.

With a red face I replied “Yep I will, not sure when though, got to hurry or I’ll be late for my bus”.

I more a less ran to the bus stop praying that there would be one there, I did not want to wait for a bus wearing my sticky wet nylon trousers. Once on the bus I found myself grinning, that was until I remembered that I still hadn´t found out how to remove the child settings on my computer.