THE FLICK
The Flick
One night, when I was a younger man in my early 20’s, a few of my buddies at UC Davis invited me to come up and accompany them to the AC⚡️DC “MONEYTALKS” concert in Sacramento on Saturday night. How can I refuse an offer like that? So off I went in my ‘68 Camaro on Friday afternoon to make the :45 minute drive to Davis.
After arriving to my pals apartment, we sucked down a couple beers and were soon joined by a couple other high school buddies and the drinking and planning our Friday night continued. Calls were made and by 9pm a flock of 5 young ladies, led by a girl I had been with in HS arrived on scene. With them, a cute, 19 year old Blonde named Emily, whom I had never met before, but instantly got the “sausage eyes” look from her. I knew right then I was going to bang her.
As the night drew late, the empty bottles and Dominos piled up, and people began sneaking off in twos, I made my move by joining her for a smoke outside. (Because smoking was still cool then). After some BS small talk and close quarter whispering, we were back inside the apartment and low and behold, an empty bedroom!
My Dick was hard as a rock as we peeled off our clothes. Then the feeling and response of penetration was ignited. We went through the usual positions for 10 minutes or so, before she rolled over on all fours and put her hot little wet ass in the air for me. I was all over it, but being intoxicated as I was, I hadn’t immediately realized that somewhere along the way, I had penetrated hole number 2. Oops. I mean, she didn’t jump or make a sound to alertcme of the lane switch. I had never done anal on a girl before and I kind of reacted like a deer in the headlights when I realized what was going on. So I went with it. As I am about to blow a drunken load all over her back, I pull it out just in time, and look down, cause I want to see the explosion. I look down at my sticky hard cock and can’t believe my eyes. Right on top of my helmet.....a colonel of corn, in tact, right there on the head of my cock. My load wasnt going to wait for my contemplation of what to do in the situation. She’s already spinning around to get a frontal shower, times up, do something Mac! So as cool as the Winters air, I calmly did the paper football flick and off went the corn out of sight somewhere in that room. I then finished the scene by blowing clam chowder on her forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair.
We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.
As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to impress my buddies. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and the crowd is roaring with laughter, I hear this voice ring out and address me. It was the HS girl that took her home and I guess she had come back unbeknownst to me. The comment was, “THATS FUCKED UP. SHE WAS A VIRGIN. SHE CRIED ALL THE WAY TO HER DORMROOM.” Of course, the room fell into a somber silence and I felt like a major asshole. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again.
To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility.
In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is....who the fuck found that shit infested colonel of corn I flicked off my Dick and where was it? Did someone pick it up off the carpet and think, that’s odd, I don’t remember eating corn in here. Or did it wind up in stuck on her Guess Jean jacket and simply get brushed off without a second thought? Only if that corn could talk. What a tale it would tell.????
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One night, when I was a younger man in my early 20’s, a few of my buddies at UC Davis invited me to come up and accompany them to the AC⚡️DC “MONEYTALKS” concert in Sacramento on Saturday night. How can I refuse an offer like that? So off I went in my ‘68 Camaro on Friday afternoon to make the :45 minute drive to Davis.
After arriving to my pals apartment, we sucked down a couple beers and were soon joined by a couple other high school buddies and the drinking and planning our Friday night continued. Calls were made and by 9pm a flock of 5 young ladies, led by a girl I had been with in HS arrived on scene. With them, a cute, 19 year old Blonde named Emily, whom I had never met before, but instantly got the “sausage eyes” look from her. I knew right then I was going to bang her.
As the night drew late, the empty bottles and Dominos piled up, and people began sneaking off in twos, I made my move by joining her for a smoke outside. (Because smoking was still cool then). After some BS small talk and close quarter whispering, we were back inside the apartment and low and behold, an empty bedroom!
My Dick was hard as a rock as we peeled off our clothes. Then the feeling and response of penetration was ignited. We went through the usual positions for 10 minutes or so, before she rolled over on all fours and put her hot little wet ass in the air for me. I was all over it, but being intoxicated as I was, I hadn’t immediately realized that somewhere along the way, I had penetrated hole number 2. Oops. I mean, she didn’t jump or make a sound to alertcme of the lane switch. I had never done anal on a girl before and I kind of reacted like a deer in the headlights when I realized what was going on. So I went with it. As I am about to blow a drunken load all over her back, I pull it out just in time, and look down, cause I want to see the explosion. I look down at my sticky hard cock and can’t believe my eyes. Right on top of my helmet.....a colonel of corn, in tact, right there on the head of my cock. My load wasnt going to wait for my contemplation of what to do in the situation. She’s already spinning around to get a frontal shower, times up, do something Mac! So as cool as the Winters air, I calmly did the paper football flick and off went the corn out of sight somewhere in that room. I then finished the scene by blowing clam chowder on her forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair.
We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.
As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to impress my buddies. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and the crowd is roaring with laughter, I hear this voice ring out and address me. It was the HS girl that took her home and I guess she had come back unbeknownst to me. The comment was, “THATS FUCKED UP. SHE WAS A VIRGIN. SHE CRIED ALL THE WAY TO HER DORMROOM.” Of course, the room fell into a somber silence and I felt like a major asshole. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again.
To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility.
In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is....who the fuck found that shit infested colonel of corn I flicked off my Dick and where was it? Did someone pick it up off the carpet and think, that’s odd, I don’t remember eating corn in here. Or did it wind up in stuck on her Guess Jean jacket and simply get brushed off without a second thought? Only if that corn could talk. What a tale it would tell.????
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