BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 179
they‟re in uniform and I‟m flat on my back. Oh, and stoned twenty-six hours per day.
Forgot that part, I did.
One night the conversation got a little racy. Both girls were there. They asked, in
general, if I ever got any. If the truth be known, at that age I was lucky to have sex with
eight to ten girls per year. Sometimes even less. However, in the interest of manhood
and false pride, the real figure sort of doubled as we talked.
Then we discussed my forced abstinence, and all three of us agreed that was a
very bad thing. Personally, I agreed on the idea at least twice. They each gave me a kiss
when they left that night, which only meant I had an erection until somewhere around
three a.m., when I got my middle of the night pain shot.
The next night, only one of them came to see me. The brunette. She even had a
good idea. A very, very, very good idea. She‟d developed the crazy notion that I, a
bedridden kid who wasn‟t getting any from anyone, might possibly enjoy a nice, quiet
blowjob. She had no idea how exactly on the head she hit that nail, take my word for it.
That little sweetie provided me with the aforementioned treasured gift, and I was
in seventh heaven when she left. Two nights later, the little blonde, who was almost as
cute as the brown-haired girl, did the same thing. There was never any untoward activity
when they were on duty, and they treated me like any other patient in front of their
supervisor, but I can attest they made the last four weeks of my stay much better than
they would‟ve been normally. I lost track of them after I was discharged. It‟s probably
just as well, since I was too young for either woman as a date. I‟m just glad I wasn‟t too
young while I was a patient.
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