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Taking Things In Hand

By: magmaman



This story is from a long time ago. I was just a kid, barely 24, I met this bit on the soft side Redhead named Patty. She was barely 18, and by barely, I mean it was in July at a picnic and she turned 18 in June.

Redhead. Freckles everywhere, she had a bit of a problem with the complexion, too. Round wireframe glasses, pug nose, hair every color possible for hair to be and lots and lots of it!

Add in a pair of 34's that stood right up and proud and a fanny to die for, to me she was a vision.

We basically ran over each other in a volleyball game, down we went in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Sorry." she said, brushing sand off of me. I had felt her soft boobs mashed against me as we crashed and fell, liked it. She stepped back, her top had shifted enough that I got a flash of pink nipple as she reached up and tucked herself away.

I smiled, told her to run into me anytime she liked, she grinned at me and and took off after the ball again as I stood there willing my half-hard to go hide.

The rest of the game we shot glances back and forth, I was pointedly checking out her boobs and that spectacular behind as she jumped around. I caught her glancing at my crotch from time to time, and looking at me sideways with interest.

I am no bodybuilder type, but I come in at 6' and was around 200# at the time. No fat on me, the job I had working swing at the local paper mill kept me in shape.

She wandered over to a blanket in the shade, I grabbed a couple of bottles of Pepsi out of a cooler and joined her.

By 10 that night I was stuck in her, her legs pointed straight up and she was squealing. Nothing bashful about her at all, we had barely made it to my house before she had reached right down the front of my trunks. 

We became an item in no time, I was in love. Patty spent a lot of time playing with my cock, she had a fascination with it. Even sitting around the house with others present, I had to keep an eye on her, she would almost absent-mindedly reach in my pants while carrying on a conversation like nothing was going on.

More than once I had dozed off after a few too many beers and woken up to Patty holding my dick out of my pants showing it off to her girlfriends. I was only a shade bashful in those days and would always put up a fuss, she delighted in that.

In those days money was hard to come by, the house I lived in cost me $3600 and yep, I had a 20 year note on it! But I drove a new 1964 Chevelle, I made $2.27 an hour in my good union job at the paper mill.

Patty moved in with me and we started building a life together. She liked nice clothes and things like that, so she went to work in a local jewelry store. It paid minimum wage, just $0.85 at the time. It wasn't much, but added a dab of cash.

Since she was underage and we weren't married, she couldn't get into any of the bars or nightclubs. I liked to go, and this became a sore subject real quick around our place.

I fixed that with the toilet paper trick on her driver's license, then I took her birth certificate and did the same. I used the two items to get a State fishing license, took the 3 pieces down to the liquor store and got one of those liquor ID cards complete with her picture.

The other two pieces of ID were shakey, so I took her down and had her take her driver's license using the OLCC card for ID. She passed, and suddenly she was now 24 years old, too!

Yeah, I know...but it worked.

Patti went out and got a new job as a bartender, now with tips she was making as much as I was, we were doing pretty good. Since I worked the 3 to 11 swing shift, and she worked the night shift, I got home about 11:30 and she rolled in at 1:30, not bad at all.

We settled into a rythmm for several months, work, then home. Party on the weekends somewhere. Sex every day, sometimes twice. Patty was eager about it, and she just kept up that complete fascination with my penis. She simply loved to play and tease, watching it get hard and stand up.

One night she came home from her job all excited. 

"Can I go to school?" she blurted out the moment she walked in the door.

"Sure if you want to."

"It's just 4 weeks."

"Learning what?"

"I want to become a Massage Therapist."

I had no idea at all of what that meant, a picture of some guy in a gym getting his back rubbed popped in my head.

"Why?"

"It sounds easy and fun, and they get $10.00 an hour!"

Ten bucks an hour? Good grief, that was like being a lawyer or something.

"Where would you work?"

"At the Spa for awhile plus I can set up in the spare back room."

I had already learned that when Patti gets an idea, just get out of the way. So for a month we didn't see much of each other except on weekends. She left for classes in the morning, then work in the evening, it seemed like forever.

But I did get some benefits, she would practice on me sometimes, I liked that. We never made it all the way through a rubdown. She even got on the table herself, and I tried some of the things she showed me. Same thing, though, I would begin to rub her legs, she would begin to flush, I would watch the flesh between her legs fill and begin to stand out from it's place of hiding behind her sparse Red pubes. Then she would look at me and we would be fucking, just like that.

Finally the school was done, Patti quit her job at the nightclub and went to work at the spa 3 days a week. That was great because now she was home when I got home. I built a nice table for her, padded it and covered it. The legs folded back and the whole thing closed up so she could move it if she had to. She was all excited when I brought it in from my little shop, I had worked hard getting it just right. She decorated the back room with posters and photos, made a nice home office.

Next was an ad in the local advertiser, in just a day the phone began to ring.

It all surprised me how fast things developed, Patty had 2 to 3 clients a day on her days off. At the spa she was paid just half rate, at home she kept it all. She quit the spa job in only a month.

I learned very quickly to get out of sight when clients arrived, and I also learned to not answer the damned phone. All they ever did when they heard my voice was hang up.

She was doing pretty well, it seemed. The mix of clients were mostly women, about what I suspected, but there was a couple of men, both older by quite a bit.

The one guy was booked every week and I knew he was a local County commissioner which I thought was neat. Patty seemed to like him, too, he always tipped her an extra $5 so those sessions would go for around 1 1/2 hours or so.

I would go mess around in the garage or play with my Chevelle, pleased actually since she was adding a nice stck of cash to the household.

One day we were sitting curled up in the beanbag chair, just snuggling and playing with each other. Patti piped up with, "Dennis has been pestering me to give him more than just a massage."

I got the drift of that right off the bat. Now I knew that Dennis was the County Commissioner guy,

and I also knew I had around 50 pounds of muscle on him. I opened my mouth to say I would just pop him one when she asked, "What do you think?"

Think?

"What does he want?"

"You know." she giggled, stroking my cock with her hand.

"Oh."

"He offered me $20."

"$20!", I said. "For that?"

Sounded nuts to me, actually. $20 was more than I made for the whole damn day, even adding in the damn dime an hour raise I had gotten.

"For $20 I will jack him off!" I laughed, and Patty and I rolled over into fine lovemaking.

I forgot about that in short order, Patty told me the next Saturday morning she had an appointment. Saturdays were always our day, that surprised me.

"Who?"

"Dennis."

"Oh." It hit me. That guy. Hell, he had just been out 3 days before.

"What did you decide?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Up to you, Babe." I told her. One of our agreements was that we didn't interfere in what the other wanted, although we did discuss the pros and cons. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the idea of Patty whacking some guy off in our spare room, though.

I was out in the garage when Dennis drove up, he saw me and gave a wave of his hand. I nodded back, unsure. I busied myself as best I could on my Chevelle, there wasn't much to do since there wasn't a speck of dirt on it, both inside and out.

I did some pacing, smoked a cigarette, my mind was full of what ifs?

I decided to get sneaky, at the rear of my house is a deck, and the main windows have curtains that don't go all the way to the top. I knew that halfway up the steps to the upper section I could see most of the room where Patty worked.

(Oh all right, I had sneaked a few peeks inside when she was working on women customers, too...heehee) Patty used drapes so all I ever saw was a flash of tits and once some hairs sticking out from behind, about it. I never had peeked in at her men customers, the idea never crossed my mind until now.

I slipped quietly up the steps, the way Patty's table was set up I knew I could sit there off to the side a bit and be out of sight from her client, while able to watch most of what was going on. Plus from there I could hear what they were saying too, if the window was cracked a bit.

It was.

I sat down, Patty had her back to me and was working on Dennis's back and shoulders. She had a big towel over his rear end, that made me feel better somehow.

They were talking about Politics, for God's sakes.

Patty worked out his back and switched to his legs, I saw her bare his ass cheek and tuck the towel between his legs. This went on for a long time, then she switched to the other side where she did the same thing.

Then she had him turn over, holding the towel so it moved with him, keeping him covered the whole time. But I could see from the front of his towel that his cock was hard as a rock.

She worked out his chest and arms from the front, then moved down to his legs, folding the towel so it barely covered him. She had moved around so her back was to me again, I could see all of what she was doing, but she was obviously not touching his genitals.

Then she switched to the other side, I must have moved or something. Her eyes darted up to where I was, in surprise. Then she smiled. I knew she saw me.

She went back to work, I heard Dennis ask.

"Have you thought any more about what we talked about?"

"$20?"

"Sure."

"Maybe, we shall see."

I swear, his cock bulged up against the towel even harder. It hit me that mine was hard, too.

She worked a bit more, letting her fingers slip inside the towel a bit. I knew she was touching him in little teases. I saw the moment she decided.

Reaching down, she pulled the towel off, folded it and set it on a chair. She oiled up her hands, reached out and grasped his 7" hardon and slowly began to stroke it, squeezing and releasing as she did so.

I watched as her mouth came open and her breathing quickened, she was liking this. It went quickly, too, he groaned and came with a blast all over his chest. She grabbed the towel and wiped him up, that was pretty much it.

I was back in the garage as Dennis came out, he gave me that silly wave again, I nodded and he was gone.

Patty grabbed me the instant I walked in the house, had my pants open and my cock in her mouth before I could hardly get a word out. I stripped her naked and we rolled around all over the floor.

Afterwards, she looked at me with a sheepish expression.

"I am a whore now, huh?"

"Hell, you didn't fuck him."

We let it go at that.

Over the next few weeks I began to notice the change, more and more male customers. I knew, but the money was really good, and it really wasn't that big a deal to me.

It was at least a Month later, a guy I didn't know showed up for a session. He was about my age, he walked out to the shop and asked for Patty.

I told him she was in the house, he thanked me and headed towards the porch. I watched him go, curious and a flash of jealousy in my mind. Good looking guy, not like Dennis and the older men Patty usually worked on.

I went back to messing around in the garage, I was building an engine for a drag car I wanted. We had the money for a few things like that now.

After about an hour, and he hadn't come out, I got curious. I sneaked up on the porch steps to peek. Patty had added some tape to the windows, she hadn't minded my peeking that much but she was afraid one of her customers would catch me.

So being clever, I had created a tiny peekhole that came out low enough I could see in but out of anyone's plane of vision.

I peered in, just in time to see my Patty, bare-breasted, slide her mouth over the guy's cock! His hand was feeling her breasts as she sucked on him. I watched as his balls tightened and he came in her mouth.

Then she stood up, all she had on was a pair of tiny red panties. Just as I was trying to think of if I had ever even seen that pair before, she reached up with both arms and slid them down her hips!

Then she hopped up on the table, the guy was staring between her legs, one knee on each side of his body. I could see his cock, bigger than mine already, even though it was still half-hard.

She straddled him, stroking with both hands, her thumbs coming up and over the head of his dick with each stroke.

It was getting hard again.

Now I was getting pissed, jacking off some old coot was not too bad really, stripping naked with a client the way she was, that was over the top!

Just as I had decided to go around and break this up and start a fight, she moved up, positioned herself, and dropped down.

This guy was fucking my Patty and she was letting him! Hell, she was fucking him! My instinct was to yell, cry out, do something. But my own cock was betraying me, I realized I was up and ready to go, too!

They pounded away at each other, both orgasmed quickly as I just sat there in total confusion.

She slid off him and was cleaning up, I heard him say something I didn't quite catch.

She answered, "No, he will think you are just another client."

I got that. So she had something going on the side. I thought back to the more than a dozen times she had been about an hour late getting home from the bar, knew where this had started.

I was standing on the porch when the door opened and he stepped out, Patty was in the doorway right behind him.

"Nice fuck, isn't she?"

I saw the shock in his eyes and his head start to move, way too late as my fist clipped his jaw squarely. There was little reaction other than going over and down.

He struggled up, I could see the frightened look in his eyes, he started to open his mouth.

"Beat it."

He turned and got out of there. Patty was looking at me, she was frightened, too.

"Beat it." I told her.

She sighed, just turned and grabbed some things and headed for her car.

She stopped at the car, looked back at me.

"I'm..."

"Beat it."

She got in the car and drove away. I went inside the house, popped a beer, tripped on the TV. Later I went in and got the table, took it out, tossed it on the burn pile. Bit of gas, touch of a match, end of that.

Yep. End of that. Just then the phone rang, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

click.

MGM

Taking Things In Hand Ch. 02



Well, this is a "2" so there has to be a "1". I suppose I could do a bunch of updates to make this all standalone, fuck that. Go read the damn thing, typos and all. Got me a notice about my last story posted here that said something about "learn to spell" I got crabby but fixed some, missed some..oh well.

Getting old.

Anyway...

After I kicked Patti out of the house and burned up her massage table I had spent maybe 40 solid hours making, things got quiet around the house.

Hell, I expected my phone to ring, she would be all bawling and carrying on, I would give her a ration of shit, she would come home and that would be it.

No such thing, I sat there for two weeks waiting.

Bored.

I lifted weights, did pushups, punished my body. Anybody who thinks 2-3 weeks of working out like a dog doesn't add size is nuts, just ask me. I first lost 10 pounds, then gained 20 back. Yep, in two weeks.

I was hurting, Patti was my life, I loved her. I just knew she would come crawling, so I waited. I would get horny and just jack off, I would get out a Playboy but that vision of her with that jerk sneaked in my mind and I hated that, even though that did it for me. Sick and confusing, and that pissed me off even more.

Got it in my head I didn't give a damn, finally.

Then one night, completely out of patience, I got dressed up. Dabbed on some musk crap that was supposed to attract women, went over to the bar where she worked.

The same damn asshole I had decked at the house was parked on the end bar stool. He took one look at me, and slid off his stool and headed off the other direction. 

Well, I am kinda big, set of shoulders most real big men would die for, arms like trash cans. All that weight lifting and exercise had pumped me up, my shirts were so tight I could pop them open with just a big flex.

So I probably looked mean, I suppose I can take streaks of being mean, too. 

Patti was behind the bar, wearing one of those silly looking black and white bartender outfits, you know the type, black skirt, white blouse, vest and all.

She looked at me nervous and asked what I wanted. I ordered a rum and coke, hell it was a hard bar, I didn't want to appear uncool and order a beer which was what I really wanted.

Patti finally ran out of things to pretend to do, she came over and asked me how I was doing.

We chatted a bit, she mentioned she wanted to come and get her massage table. I told her it was gone, that pissed her off big time.

Her clothes were in a big box I put out in the garage, I told her to come get them if she wanted.

Then she ignored me, after 30 minutes or so of that I gave up and left.

The jerk was sitting in his car out in the parking lot, I walked over there and told him that if I ever saw him again I would stuff him in the trunk of his fucking car and take it up to the lake and push it in.

He got the picture.

Like I said, I am big.

I went home, hell with it.

I was on my 3rd beer at home, phone rang. It was Patti. She wanted to come over and talk. 3 O'clock in the damn morning by then, I said sure.

She rolled up in short order, I could hear the bad rocker arm on her Dodge Dart a half mile away.

She sat down on the couch, just sat there. Finally I gave her a beer, waited. I was used to her, she always did put all her thoughts together before she opened her mouth.

Finally. "Are you still mad?"

Fuck. No shit. 

"Yea, I am still pissed off."

"I really am sorry."

Oh, sure. The dickhead is still hanging around, no doubt they are still at it, and she is "sorry."

"Oh, bullshit."

Patti got up and came over and sat beside me, I could smell the wisp of perfume on her. Her hand settled on my leg, it hit me she was in the mood.

At this point I had been two solid weeks without sex, after close to a year of every day at least. My right hand just didn't do the job, besides, even looking at a Playboy didn't do it, that vision of her climbing up on that goddam table just kept popping in my head.

Like always her hand went right down the front of my pants and we were at it.

I must have been out of my mind.

Next morning I woke up, she was in the kitchen cooking. I must say, Patti can cook, no doubt. I had been on "men's meals" for over two weeks. You single guys know about "men's meals". Those little pasta "O" things in the sickly sweet tomato sauce with pretend cheese. Ravioli in a can, bread and butter, cheese, crackers, something fast you don't have to fuck with.

Hell, I had even bought a can of Spam, add some bread and Mayonaise and still no human being can eat that. Yep, ate it.

So I wandered out to breakfast, Eggs, Bacon, toast that wasn't half done, even spuds shredded into those fine little pieces and all golden brown and crunchy on the outside..

I was halfway finished eating when I realized I didn't even have any eggs or bacon, she must have gone to the store about 4 miles away. I had slept like a log, satiated for the first time in over two weeks.

Later we talked, she was "sorry", it just "happened". The jerk had just "happened" to be there at the bar, nothing was going on. I bit like a Bass at a gob of plastic with a spinner on it.

So we settled back in. I promised to make her another table, she promised no more messing around, I believed all of that and Patti was back home with me.

It was only about 3 months or so later I got a letter, I was drafted. Great, just what I wanted all of my life, to be a Marine and go fix the world.

We got married, at least she would get a tiny check.

Tears and goodbyes and be carefuls, and later I was on a bus, off to do my duty, like I had any damn choice in the matter.

I could go into that, I won't. Wasn't nice, don't want to. It was 2 years before I got home.

Oh, sure, a couple of leaves, lots and lots of letters, everything was fine. Her massage practice was busy, we had agreed that she would be straight with it.

Nothing I could do but have faith.

Patti met me at the airport the day I got home. I was OK, the bullet hole in my ribs had given me a free ticket. I had healed nicely with no outward effects, but I was different inside.

Patti and I made love all over the house, she was such an eager woman. That same odd fascination with my dick, too, I could almost totally relax when she started that. She would reach out and grab me, slide the foreskin back, then she would play, watching me grow bigger and bigger in her hands. The bad thoughts in my head would go away for awhile.

I asked her flat out if she had done any of that with her customers. She denied it, I let that go, believing her.

I got my job back at the mill, pissing off some guys who had moved up the ladder in the meantime. Funny but nobody really gave me any real respect, opposite in fact. Guys like me were almost like the enemy in those days. Nobody fucked with me much, I was just too big, around 245 pounds now and no fat at all. Most of the little pipsqueaks I worked with had bald heads and pot bellies by then, I was coming up on 30 myself but I had my hair.

But they let me know in little ways, just the times I guess.

One late afternoon at work I got to feeling just a little off, nothing big, my mood wasn't in those damn paper bags. I told the shift foreman, he told me to go home and try to shake it off, so I did.

I got in my Chevelle, yep, same one, went home.

Car parked in my driveway I didn't recognize. 8 O'clock in the evening. I just opened the door and walked in, there they were. Patti's blouse was open, bra pulled up, his pants were undone. No amount of talking could get her out of this one. Plus it was that same son of a bitch, I went ballistic. He tried to move left and right to get away, then trapped he tried to fight back.

Wrong move.

I bounced the asshole from one side of the room to the other while Patti was screaming. Finally I had him out on the porch, Patti was grabbing at me, yelling. I belted him, he went over the railing, that was it. I shoved her back inside the house, slammed the door, mad.

That was it, we were done, no end to this crap. Things were flying, we were both yelling, I wanted to belt her one too but didn't. Patti started packing up, crying, I went out to throw the jerk in his car.

He was still there, laying on the ground at the foot of my porch.

I reached down, felt for a pulse.

There wasn't one.

The rest was a blur. I remember the handcuffs. I remember the tears streaming down my face. I remember a weasly little lawyer telling me something about "mercy of the court." I remember the judge talking but I don't remember what he said.

Didn't care. There was no way to fix things now. Until your guts are completely empty you can't understand that feeling, no point in describing it.

They say when someone is inside they can get raped. Nobody raped me, no one even tried. I spent 10 years lifting weights, working out. I spent 10 years reading and learning. I learned how to write, how to do convincing arguments.

I learned the law. The life locked up isn't so bad. At least where I was. Everything is structured, taken care of. Life becomes a rythmm.

I described it once in one of my books, as being like "one of the Ants."

Then they told me I was free, go home. I had no home, I didn't even want to go. I was happy where I was.

Some money and some clothes, out the door, go be a productive member of society.

Yeah, sure.

I did find work in a gas station. I found an apartment. One thing then another, saved a bit, bought a house, worked hard. Jobs got better.

I mostly hated women, I would have little to do with them. Still don't much.

I got an old typewriter, wrote some stories, after maybe 50 rejections I got a check. After that I got some more, then even more.

I wrote some fiction stories, probably some of you have read them, mysteries, detectives, all types. Dabbled in some light erotic stuff. Don't ask, I won't answer. Just know I write as a woman most of the time.  It's easy for me somehow. I often cry when I write, it is part of how it works for me.

Money? No end to it when a book does lots of copies and makes paperback. More books later, easy stuff to do once the door opens. Lots of folks write better than me and that door never opens, I was lucky. A publisher had me come in for a meeting, expecting a woman. Imagine the shock when I walked in the door. Middle aged lady sitting behind the desk, she looked at me and said, "Well, I'll be damned!"

Yep, bit of money, just what a lonely old man needs.

A couple of years ago I bought a computer, found the internet. A whole world, all sitting there, waiting to be picked. People everywhere to talk to.

Just a few weeks ago, my email went off. I didn't recognize the address, something about "Idahochild"...

Some of you might know her. Her name is Patti, I was married to her once. The email said she still thought about me. Over 30 years, I doubted that.

So I hunted online, I checked. Real estate, married 4 times, picked them off a piece at a time, ended up owning it all. Two kids, too. Supposed to be mine, part of my life, didn't work out that way.

I thought about that. Thought long and hard. Easy to see what she really is. She found out I was a success, have money.

Sent her an email back...She would understand.

"Beat it."

MGM