Stephanie kept her word the following day, waiting until our mother went off to work and then spending a delightful hour or more massaging me until I came. I have masturbated at least a thousand times since then and never come close to the sheer unadulterated pleasure she brought me during those tantric massages.
But all good things come to an end, and Saturday evening Stephie boarded the train back to the city, leaving me in the sole care of my mother, Mrs. Rachel Crowder. (I refused to use my mother's maiden name until the divorce became final in hopes that they would have reconciliation. They never did.)
I was no longer bed-ridden, but walking around, even venturing outside for short walks (encouraged by my doctors) in the park, wearing a sweater even on the warmest spring days.
There were visitors too. Becky stopped by at least once a week. When left alone by my mother, we kissed a little and I fingered her to a fairly rapid orgasm. There were sultry promises of much more from her when I was deemed capable of it, and it took great self-control not to mount her then and there. But I forced myself to follow the doctor's orders. No, he didn't tell me not to get laid, he told me not to exert myself in any way—period!
Regina and Sydnie-Ann came by about a week after I was hospitalized. I was home by then and sitting up when Reggie confessed that while she still loved me, she was going out with someone else. Becky had already told me so I didn't take it too badly. And then Sydnie-Ann told me that she was seeing her old boyfriend ... exclusively; which meant we were through with each other.
I refrained from calling them cunts and other sordid names, and thanked them for coming to see me. I was so nice that both were crying before they took their leave. I would see them both many times after returning to school. Of course Regina broke up with her boyfriend and came sniffing around to see if I was interested in fucking her again. "We were soooo good together," she said.
To which I replied, "Were we?" and walked away. I already had a harem of four other girls from school---all right, none of them could match Reggie in the tit department, but none of them were as flighty as she was either.
Sydnie-Ann came round too, but I just told her to take a walk without bothering to explain myself further. Moreover, I did it in front of several other classmates, none of whom was very fond of her. My reputation grew even more.
I should mention the other visitor to my bedside. Creepy Duane Masterson, he of the rumored ten-inch cock. Creepy Duane was the first visitor I had other than my sister. (In all fairness, I should mention that my father was in Portland, Oregon on a business assignment and couldn't make it back to Yonkers. He called frequently, and as I hadn't heard from him in a while before the Mono, I was brought to tears by his first two calls. He loved me after all.)
But Creepy Duane had something he wanted to tell me and did, once my mother left us alone.
"You know I'm considered a weirdo, right, Howard?"
"Um, I wouldn't say that ..."
"It don't matter anyway. What I'm here for is to ask if you ... when you get better I mean ... what I'm trying to say is ... I got a little side business and if you're interested you and me can make some serious money."
"I'm interested in making money, especially serious money, Duane. Tell me more."
"Yeah, well you may have heard rumors about the size of my dick."
I glanced at his crotch and nodded.
"I got me a ten-inch dick and the women are crazy for it."
"What women?" I said, conceding the rumor about his manhood to be true.
"Not the ones at school for Christ'sakes. I mean the neighborhood housewives. You know bored housewives, divorcees and the like. There are so many horny women out there its mind boggling."
"And you know this how?" I said.
"This one woman ... she uh, had me over to a toy party she threw for her women friends. Um, I was like the prize, you know, after they'd had a few too many drinks and bought a bunch of dildo and vibrators, things like that.
So, I come prancing out wearing nothing but a smile and sporting an erection. The women all wanted a taste and five or six of them did suck on me for a while. Then the hostess got daring and put everyone's name in a hat and drew a winner. I fucked her in front of the others.
"She came so hard and so often the others all wanted me. That's when the hostess told them they could have me---for a price."
"How did that go?" I asked with a smile.
"It was real quiet at first, and then the one I'd fucked yelled "$200, I'll pay you $200 for another time alone with you!"
"After that the hostess had to grab a pad and pencil to jot down the bids and the names of the bidders. I remember there was six women put in bids. Two offered $400. They went to the top of the list. It hasn't stopped since. Word of mouth mostly; but I do work the occasional toy party just to spread the word."
"Now you need a partner in this venture?"
"I do Howie, and I figure with those girls fighting over you, you've got what it takes to satisfy older women as well. I realize you haven't done that yet, but take it from me, it's not that much different. In fact, the older broads know what they want and don't hesitate to tell, or even show you what it is they want from you."
"Um, you know I have mono, right?"
Duane laughed and said, "Sure I know it. But it won't last forever. I'm talkin' 'bout when you're better, man. Just think about it. There's no rush. Think about the money you can make and the things you can buy with that dough."
I couldn't do anything but thank Duane for the offer and say that I'd certainly give it plenty of thought.
"Yeah, man. You do that. You'll be lying around for a couple more weeks is my guess. So take your time. No pressure man. You get better. I'll see you in school, whenever, man."
And off he went.
I thought about his offer for about thirty seconds and then smiled. Two to four hundred a pop. I was all in on it!
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That evening my mother approached me with a glass of red wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. It was only an assumption on my part that she intended to stay with me for a while, if not the remainder of the evening.
"How are you feeling, Howard?"
"Okay, Mom," I answered.
"I saw your friend leaving. I've never seen him before. Is he a new friend?'
"No, Duane's a classmate. He wanted to pay his respects I guess."
She laughed and took a sip of wine, and then said, "He's the only boy that's come to visit."
"Yeah, well I guess it's more a girl's thing than a guy's."
"Oh, I disagree. Men are just as sensitive as women in most respects. It's just that they don't show it ... you know, emotionally as women."
"If you say so, Mom; I never thought about it."
"He was quite sexy in a way. He's not handsome; certainly not in your league in that regard. But ..." She put a finger to her lips as if concentrating on what she would say next.
"He's very confident around women. I did notice that. It's unusual for a teen to have that sort of self-confidence. Boys especially are noted for their lack of it around women. But not your friend; in fact, he's quite sexy."
She was quiet after that and I managed to recall her having said Duane was quite sexy twice.
Obviously my mother had no idea Duane was packing ten-inches of male meat between his legs. And still she considered him sexy. I wondered if he gave off an odor or telegraphed something about his cock size from the way he carried himself. It was worth looking into, but not with my mother.
Suddenly she broke the silence. "Howie, what am I going to do?"
