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post your bio and please remember the setting is the 70's.
I'm the "Monk" interested in fast cars and even faster women. This was my second year at the college and I did my fair share of initiations the year before. I was looking forward to having some fun breaking in some inexperienced freshman this year...
It was a long hot summer in '72 filled with good times with old friend.
I was halfway back to college but still had a good two hours to drive. My 69 Camaro Z/28 was running great but drank gas forcing many stops to refill the tank. The car was filled with all my stuff to move back to College for another semester. My parents had no idea I was sharing an apartment over my favorite bar , The Cherry Valley Inn, or CVI as we called it.
Being home was great for the summer but the freedom of being away from home again at college was great. Gas was .32 a gallon and the drinking age was 18. The VN war was always on my mind especially with a draft card in my wallet. I hoped the college deferment lasted and so far I was lucky. I couldn't fail anything or Uncle Sam would have my ass in a plane heading for war. I checked my stash and worried about the new stiff drug laws just past in my state. I had a special hidden spot to keep my film container of pot and a couple joints. I pulled in a gas station in a hick town and some pimple faced kid filled my tank. I went inside to use the rest room and grab a coke but the old red neck behind the counter took one look at my long hair and told me it was out of order. I paid for my coke and $8.00 to fill my tank and walked back to the car. The kid had my hood up and was admiring the engine asking how fast it would go. He knew his stuff and so I enjoyed chatting about the car and what it would turn at the drag strip. As soon as the old fart in the office looked out the kid got scared and closed the hood quick. I said goodby and wished him luck. He asked if I was headed up to SUNY and I told him I was. "Thought so..." he said "Lots of college kids stopped for gas today" I thanked him and fired it up. I blipped the throttle a couple times to make the exhaust bark and he had a smile from one ear to the other. Couldn't resist chirping the tires as I pulled out of the station. I saw three girls getting in an old VW microbus as I pulled out of town. All three were sporting the Hippy look with torn bellbottoms and beaded hair. I admired how their nipples danced in their braless t shirts.
I qucikly shifted into 4th gear and the barking exhaust anounced me as I passed. They all turned to watch the bright red Camaro as I sped out of town.
I still had to pee like crazy and knew I wouldn't make it much further. I cranked up Led Zep on the radio and pulled out a good sized roach from the ash tray. Dropping the roach in the end of the lighter I was able to snort it for a little buzz. Damn I still had to pee and that coke was too much. I found a pull off and parked the car. At this point I had to go so bad it didn't much matter. I tried to go into the bushes but there was a barb wire fence there so I could only stand next to my car to shield myself. I heard the muffled note of the VW microbuss coming up the road behind me and I'm sure the girls figured out what why I was standing by the side of my car. I continued to face away from them but the sound of their van was right behind me now. I heard the tires running in the gravel and knew they pulled onto the shoulder too. It was too late to try to stop peeing and I heard the cheers from inside the van as they stopped alongside my car. I suppose I could have turned my back to them but I had enough of a buzz from the joint that I just stood there with my cock in my hand pissing like a race horse when the passenger hung out the window to ask how far the college was. I looked over to answer and saw two faces hanging out the front passenger window watching me pee and the third looking out the side door. With my one hand I pointed down the road and gave some quick directions and told them it would be another 45 min to an hour. With my other hand I was milking the last drop of piss out the end of my cock and giving it good shake for their enjoyment. The one girl held a map and asked me to show her. I finished shaking the last drop of piss out and folded my flacid cock back into my jeans as they watched. Zipping my jeans as I got next to their van the girl drops the map and sticks her exposed tits out the window at me. They all crackup laughing and I hear the click of an old instamatic camera as the driver snaps a shots of me. They pull out of the parking area in a fit of laughter.
Driving the rest of the way I replayed that scene over and over in my head thinking what a nice set of boobs the girl had and feeling a little excitement knowing three girls just watched me take a piss in front of them. Then I wondered if they took a picture of me taking a piss?
Would they show it to their friends? Part of me felt a little embaressed now wondering who would be seeing the pictures of me taking a piss. Would you be able to recognize me? Then I felt a naughty feeling of excitement inside... Would they think I had a nice looking cock? Did it excite them seeing a strange guys cock on display for them like that?
It was a long road to college and my thoughts on this had my cock hard with excitement thinking this semester was starting off just great! My cock was not going down on its own and I couldn't resist taking it out to help matters. It tingled as I touched it thinking about the girl holding her shirt up so I could see her tits. I fantasized they didn't pull away but instead opened the side door to let me in. My fantasy had the girl in back already naked welcoming me inside and helping to slid my pants off me. My nieve fantasy had me a king in the back seat with all three girls my harem taking turns to satisfy me over and over. It did the trick and I soon had the pleasured relief I was looking for. I quickly cleaned up and fixed my jeans now that I was in a more relaxed state.
Turning off the main street down I could hear "Stairway to Heaven" blairing from dorm windows. Ahh I thought , Back at last... Back to being on my own again. Eating, sleeping and partying when I wanted without answering questions from my parents.
I pulled up in my old parking space and looked at the dorm towering in front of me, Home, I thought...Then it was like you scratched the record while it was playing as reality set it. You fool , I thought ... Could the pot cause short term memory loss? I just drove back to my old dorm when I had an apartment at the CVI... I backed out of the parking space and rode around the quad of dorms rememebering all the fun I had there last year. I wondered if it would be the same in the apartment. I would have more freedom but would I miss the the dorm life. I shook that though by thinking I wouldn't miss the stupid RA I clashed with so many times.
I pulled back on the main street and a couple blocks later saw my favorite drinking spot that was now my new home.
The sidewalk was loaded with freshmen who had to be there a week early. Most just turned legal drinking age and some were still 17 but this was a college town and nobody proofed you unless you looked like a HS student trying to fit in. I got my key and a list of house rules. The parking area for residends was behind the bar with a rear entrance of stairs leading up to the second floor. As I drove around the block I spotted the Microbus and thought about those girls again. The fact they arrived this week told me they were there last year but I didn't remember them. I would soon learn the three of them rented an old store front on the same street as the CVI.
The little college town was located in the central part of the state. Lots of dairy farms and it was an Ag & tech college. If you were to blink your eyes you would miss the 5 bars and two gas stations along the main drag of rt 20. One big super market called "The Big M" and a drug store. All a college kid needed to survive! Some of the town folks treated the college kids like we didn't exist. Some let their red neck attitude show but most realized without the college their town would blow away. Oh there was one bar we were all warned not to go into with long hair or you might get a haircut.
The rest of the weekend I spent greating old friends as they filtered back for another year.
It was great to have a bar downstairs serving beer at .25 cents a glass or a buck a pitcher.
I saw "Tiny" roll in. He had a huge beard and long curly hair. He tipped the scaled more than the most of us and told us his nickname was Tiny.
Father time was another great guy. Pressing this 30's taking college on his GI bill. Was a chopper pilot back from VN . We all confided in him and he was kind of our mentor.
Jerry was a tall thin kid with red air. Kinda quiet but great for help on math formulas.
Jackie made her entrance strutting her braless look and making sure we all saw it.
She was a fun girl if you needed to get laid. Her normal routeen was to get drunk fast and leave with the first guy who would take her. She was actually a nice girl to talk when sober but as soon as she started drinking she turned into superslut.
It was Sunday afternoon as I was having a sandwich at the bar and nursing my draft. The door to the bar opened and the afternoon sun shined in to hurt your eyes. I saw three girls walk in and sit in a booth. I was sharing a story with father time when I saw the last girl look over to us. I turned my head quickly when I recognized the girl from the van. Tiny walked over and raised his eyebrows in the direction of the girls. "Look whats in the booth he announced to father time and me. I shook my head and decided to tell them about the flashing scene on the road. Now the three of us look over to their table and they keep looking our way as well. I thought they saw me but wasn't sure. Father time ordered a pitcher of beer and had it sent over to their table. This time they saw me as Tiny nodded his head when they yelled "thanks for the beer". Then I saw all three heads huddle together and I was sure they were talking about me. Tiny bends down and asks which one flashed her tits. I pointed her out and she looked right at us.
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So now the stage is set. ...its the summer of 72 and were all comming of age college students... Scared of the war, scared of society and scared of where our lives are going.
We cover up our fears and seek release by expressing ourselves in many ways. We like to party and it sure helps to forget. We wear funny clothes and long hair. we take pride in rebelling for the establishment. We are also young adults experiencing freedom and yearning to experiment with a host of new and exciting feelings of pleasure. Society tells us we must be modest so we thrill at getting naked to party. Society tells us its wrong to sleep together but we are part of the free love generation and If you can't be with the one you love,,, Love the one your with" they forced us to watch "Reefer Madness" and told us we would go mad if we smoked pot. We laughed at this and enjoyed the danger of experimenting. Sometimes riding high on the curve and sometimes facing harsh reality of our mistakes.
My character in the story is named Carl... Nicknamed "Monk" ( short for Monkee as in grease Monkee because I was a gear head) Standing 5'8" at 150 with long hair over my ears to my collar. I'm not looking for a steady girl but always looking to get laid. I love fast cars, beer, smoking pot and parties. Drag racing has that element of danger that keeps us feeling alive. I also have deep feeling about the war and always wonder when I'll be called. father time was our hero who returned and saved many while there but he also shared the bad side which terrified me. I decided I would blot this out of my mind and party as hard as i could to erase the thought. If nothing else I would live as much as I could before I was called to die.
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post your bio and please remember the setting is the 70's.
I'm the "Monk" interested in fast cars and even faster women. This was my second year at the college and I did my fair share of initiations the year before. I was looking forward to having some fun breaking in some inexperienced freshman this year...
It was a long hot summer in '72 filled with good times with old friend.
I was halfway back to college but still had a good two hours to drive. My 69 Camaro Z/28 was running great but drank gas forcing many stops to refill the tank. The car was filled with all my stuff to move back to College for another semester. My parents had no idea I was sharing an apartment over my favorite bar , The Cherry Valley Inn, or CVI as we called it.
Being home was great for the summer but the freedom of being away from home again at college was great. Gas was .32 a gallon and the drinking age was 18. The VN war was always on my mind especially with a draft card in my wallet. I hoped the college deferment lasted and so far I was lucky. I couldn't fail anything or Uncle Sam would have my ass in a plane heading for war. I checked my stash and worried about the new stiff drug laws just past in my state. I had a special hidden spot to keep my film container of pot and a couple joints. I pulled in a gas station in a hick town and some pimple faced kid filled my tank. I went inside to use the rest room and grab a coke but the old red neck behind the counter took one look at my long hair and told me it was out of order. I paid for my coke and $8.00 to fill my tank and walked back to the car. The kid had my hood up and was admiring the engine asking how fast it would go. He knew his stuff and so I enjoyed chatting about the car and what it would turn at the drag strip. As soon as the old fart in the office looked out the kid got scared and closed the hood quick. I said goodby and wished him luck. He asked if I was headed up to SUNY and I told him I was. "Thought so..." he said "Lots of college kids stopped for gas today" I thanked him and fired it up. I blipped the throttle a couple times to make the exhaust bark and he had a smile from one ear to the other. Couldn't resist chirping the tires as I pulled out of the station. I saw three girls getting in an old VW microbus as I pulled out of town. All three were sporting the Hippy look with torn bellbottoms and beaded hair. I admired how their nipples danced in their braless t shirts.
I qucikly shifted into 4th gear and the barking exhaust anounced me as I passed. They all turned to watch the bright red Camaro as I sped out of town.
I still had to pee like crazy and knew I wouldn't make it much further. I cranked up Led Zep on the radio and pulled out a good sized roach from the ash tray. Dropping the roach in the end of the lighter I was able to snort it for a little buzz. Damn I still had to pee and that coke was too much. I found a pull off and parked the car. At this point I had to go so bad it didn't much matter. I tried to go into the bushes but there was a barb wire fence there so I could only stand next to my car to shield myself. I heard the muffled note of the VW microbuss coming up the road behind me and I'm sure the girls figured out what why I was standing by the side of my car. I continued to face away from them but the sound of their van was right behind me now. I heard the tires running in the gravel and knew they pulled onto the shoulder too. It was too late to try to stop peeing and I heard the cheers from inside the van as they stopped alongside my car. I suppose I could have turned my back to them but I had enough of a buzz from the joint that I just stood there with my cock in my hand pissing like a race horse when the passenger hung out the window to ask how far the college was. I looked over to answer and saw two faces hanging out the front passenger window watching me pee and the third looking out the side door. With my one hand I pointed down the road and gave some quick directions and told them it would be another 45 min to an hour. With my other hand I was milking the last drop of piss out the end of my cock and giving it good shake for their enjoyment. The one girl held a map and asked me to show her. I finished shaking the last drop of piss out and folded my flacid cock back into my jeans as they watched. Zipping my jeans as I got next to their van the girl drops the map and sticks her exposed tits out the window at me. They all crackup laughing and I hear the click of an old instamatic camera as the driver snaps a shots of me. They pull out of the parking area in a fit of laughter.
Driving the rest of the way I replayed that scene over and over in my head thinking what a nice set of boobs the girl had and feeling a little excitement knowing three girls just watched me take a piss in front of them. Then I wondered if they took a picture of me taking a piss?
Would they show it to their friends? Part of me felt a little embaressed now wondering who would be seeing the pictures of me taking a piss. Would you be able to recognize me? Then I felt a naughty feeling of excitement inside... Would they think I had a nice looking cock? Did it excite them seeing a strange guys cock on display for them like that?
It was a long road to college and my thoughts on this had my cock hard with excitement thinking this semester was starting off just great! My cock was not going down on its own and I couldn't resist taking it out to help matters. It tingled as I touched it thinking about the girl holding her shirt up so I could see her tits. I fantasized they didn't pull away but instead opened the side door to let me in. My fantasy had the girl in back already naked welcoming me inside and helping to slid my pants off me. My nieve fantasy had me a king in the back seat with all three girls my harem taking turns to satisfy me over and over. It did the trick and I soon had the pleasured relief I was looking for. I quickly cleaned up and fixed my jeans now that I was in a more relaxed state.
Turning off the main street down I could hear "Stairway to Heaven" blairing from dorm windows. Ahh I thought , Back at last... Back to being on my own again. Eating, sleeping and partying when I wanted without answering questions from my parents.
I pulled up in my old parking space and looked at the dorm towering in front of me, Home, I thought...Then it was like you scratched the record while it was playing as reality set it. You fool , I thought ... Could the pot cause short term memory loss? I just drove back to my old dorm when I had an apartment at the CVI... I backed out of the parking space and rode around the quad of dorms rememebering all the fun I had there last year. I wondered if it would be the same in the apartment. I would have more freedom but would I miss the the dorm life. I shook that though by thinking I wouldn't miss the stupid RA I clashed with so many times.
I pulled back on the main street and a couple blocks later saw my favorite drinking spot that was now my new home.
The sidewalk was loaded with freshmen who had to be there a week early. Most just turned legal drinking age and some were still 17 but this was a college town and nobody proofed you unless you looked like a HS student trying to fit in. I got my key and a list of house rules. The parking area for residends was behind the bar with a rear entrance of stairs leading up to the second floor. As I drove around the block I spotted the Microbus and thought about those girls again. The fact they arrived this week told me they were there last year but I didn't remember them. I would soon learn the three of them rented an old store front on the same street as the CVI.
The little college town was located in the central part of the state. Lots of dairy farms and it was an Ag & tech college. If you were to blink your eyes you would miss the 5 bars and two gas stations along the main drag of rt 20. One big super market called "The Big M" and a drug store. All a college kid needed to survive! Some of the town folks treated the college kids like we didn't exist. Some let their red neck attitude show but most realized without the college their town would blow away. Oh there was one bar we were all warned not to go into with long hair or you might get a haircut.
The rest of the weekend I spent greating old friends as they filtered back for another year.
It was great to have a bar downstairs serving beer at .25 cents a glass or a buck a pitcher.
I saw "Tiny" roll in. He had a huge beard and long curly hair. He tipped the scaled more than the most of us and told us his nickname was Tiny.
Father time was another great guy. Pressing this 30's taking college on his GI bill. Was a chopper pilot back from VN . We all confided in him and he was kind of our mentor.
Jerry was a tall thin kid with red air. Kinda quiet but great for help on math formulas.
Jackie made her entrance strutting her braless look and making sure we all saw it.
She was a fun girl if you needed to get laid. Her normal routeen was to get drunk fast and leave with the first guy who would take her. She was actually a nice girl to talk when sober but as soon as she started drinking she turned into superslut.
It was Sunday afternoon as I was having a sandwich at the bar and nursing my draft. The door to the bar opened and the afternoon sun shined in to hurt your eyes. I saw three girls walk in and sit in a booth. I was sharing a story with father time when I saw the last girl look over to us. I turned my head quickly when I recognized the girl from the van. Tiny walked over and raised his eyebrows in the direction of the girls. "Look whats in the booth he announced to father time and me. I shook my head and decided to tell them about the flashing scene on the road. Now the three of us look over to their table and they keep looking our way as well. I thought they saw me but wasn't sure. Father time ordered a pitcher of beer and had it sent over to their table. This time they saw me as Tiny nodded his head when they yelled "thanks for the beer". Then I saw all three heads huddle together and I was sure they were talking about me. Tiny bends down and asks which one flashed her tits. I pointed her out and she looked right at us.
....................................................................................................................................
So now the stage is set. ...its the summer of 72 and were all comming of age college students... Scared of the war, scared of society and scared of where our lives are going.
We cover up our fears and seek release by expressing ourselves in many ways. We like to party and it sure helps to forget. We wear funny clothes and long hair. we take pride in rebelling for the establishment. We are also young adults experiencing freedom and yearning to experiment with a host of new and exciting feelings of pleasure. Society tells us we must be modest so we thrill at getting naked to party. Society tells us its wrong to sleep together but we are part of the free love generation and If you can't be with the one you love,,, Love the one your with" they forced us to watch "Reefer Madness" and told us we would go mad if we smoked pot. We laughed at this and enjoyed the danger of experimenting. Sometimes riding high on the curve and sometimes facing harsh reality of our mistakes.
My character in the story is named Carl... Nicknamed "Monk" ( short for Monkee as in grease Monkee because I was a gear head) Standing 5'8" at 150 with long hair over my ears to my collar. I'm not looking for a steady girl but always looking to get laid. I love fast cars, beer, smoking pot and parties. Drag racing has that element of danger that keeps us feeling alive. I also have deep feeling about the war and always wonder when I'll be called. father time was our hero who returned and saved many while there but he also shared the bad side which terrified me. I decided I would blot this out of my mind and party as hard as i could to erase the thought. If nothing else I would live as much as I could before I was called to die.
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