Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2013 01:51:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Certificate of Virginity

			 CERTIFICATE OF VIRGINITY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Hey, guys!" came a sound that made me both perk up my ears and close
my eyes in pain at the same time. The pain came from the exact tenor of
that voice, it was just on the edge of excruciating. You know how a kid is
whining, they hit that note that just pierces your eardrums? Well, Stacey
had that note in her voice, not in the pure form, of course, but in the
background of a voice that was enough to make any man think of emasculating
himself rather than spend the rest of his life with her.
     The ears perking up, though, came from the look of Stacey. Why is it
that God graces the most beautiful women in the world with voices that make
you wish they came with a mute button? One that was pressed "On" with no
way to turn it off, ever?
     So I turned along with a couple of other guys from my football team;
we'd been standing around waiting for class to start on the last Monday of
school. This Friday, we'd go through graduation ceremonies, and it was
good-bye forever, Crestmore High, for me!
     "Guess who just got his C.V.?" Stacey informed us in that
painfully-toned voice of hers, only slightly sotte voce.
     Okay, it was a juicy tidbit, all right. The Certificate of Virginity
is the most embarrassing thing for a guy to get. You see...or maybe you
don't. The only way to get a C.V., male or female, was to go into the
Offices of the Department of Health and Welfare and fill out the
application, certified by a psychologist after an extensive interview that
you had never, ever had sex. If you passed, you got a C.V., a certificate
that required, REQUIRED the person you presented it to to have sexual
relations with you one time, all the way to your sexual orgasm. The logic
behind it was peculiar to me, but apparently a lot of people have gone
wonkers because they never had sex or couldn't have sex with the person
they really, really wanted. The psychs figured that once was better than
never for a person's mental well-being.
     But it was, after all, a public declaration of virginity, of being
unable to have sex with anyone no matter what you did. A guy who applied
for one (and got it) was saying that he was so desperate to get laid, he'd
go through the ordeal and humiliation of being a pity-fuck. Humiliation
because the same law made the publication of who had gotten one and/or used
one a matter of public record, just visit the website. Probably how Stacey
had found out, she was the sort who'd check the thing every night before
bedtime, hoping for something juicy to use against someone.
     You qualified for a C.V. at age 18 on. To grab for one in high school
senior year like us was to say that you didn't expect to be able to get sex
any time soon.
     So we were all ears. "Come on, Stacey, who? Yeah, who's the loser?
Who's the doofus?" we all chimed in.
     "Zach Wheeler." Stacey practically squealed. "Can you imagine?
Omigawd, you don't think he's going to hand that thing to me, do you? Oh,
God, I couldn't, I just couldn't!"
     "You could for plenty of other guys." Fred nailed her but good. It was
true, all you had to do to get Stacey in bed was (a) be on the football
team and (b) catch her at the right moment to ask her on a date. Take her
out to dinner and a movie, and after that, you got your rocks off, every
time.
     But Zach Wheeler! Man, I could see why he'd apply for the C.V. Zach
Wheeler was this skinny, scrawny nerd with bony arms and bony legs and ribs
that showed clearly whenever he was unlucky enough to have to take a shower
at the gym.
     "Come on, Stacey, you could take one for the team, couldn't you?" Jack
taunted her.
     "The chess team? No way!" Stacey declared.
     "Refusing a C.V. is a $1,000.00 fine." I pointed out, to join in the
fun.
     "Avoiding Zach Wheeler would be worth a thousand dollars." Stacey
declared.
     I looked over her shoulder. "Well, we'll find out if you mean that." I
warned her. "He's coming this way."
     Stacey squealed and took off running. But she couldn't dodge Zack the
Back (he had ready-for-squeezing pimples all over his back) all day.
     I'd turned back to my friends to make a joke to them about those
pimples and sex with Stacey the cure for clearing them up when I heard
another voice I hoped to never hear like Stacey's.
     "Garth?"
     I turned back to find that Zach had the infernal gall to be standing
there looking right at me. "What the fuck do you want, loser?"
     "Can we talk somewhere, private?" he asked.
     I started to answer angrily when I realized what that almost certainly
meant. "Oh! Oh, oh, no, no!"
     "Come on, Garth, just for a moment." Zach begged me.
     "No." I said. "You want to talk to me, you can talk to my friends,
too."
     "Go on, beat it!" John said loyally.
     "Go back to the chess club room and jump a bishop or a knight!" Fred
added.
     "You can't do this to me, Zach, you can't!" I moaned. "No, please God,
no!"
     But Zach pulled out the infamous gold-colored paper. "I'm supposed to
give you this."
     I just closed my eyes and felt the paper touch my hand. You can't
refuse the C.V. any more than you can refuse to accept a subpoena to appear
in court. I took it.
     "It's my Certificate of Virginity." I could just hear the capital
letters when he said it, proudly and eagerly. The one paper that meant that
he was the one who got to choose who he could have sex with. No choice on
my part at all, unless I wanted to pay a fine of $1,000.00 unless the judge
chose to make it more. "It says that you have to have sex with me no later
than seven days after I give it to you." Zach talked on inexorably. "I was
thinking that we could maybe get together this weekend and...."
     "All right, all right, I got it, I got it!" I groaned. "Now get out of
my sight, now!"
     Zach took off but by then, it didn't matter. It had been done.
     I'd been served with Zach's C.V. and now I was forced to have sex with
him one time within the next seven days. All I could choose was when and
where. Not how. Oh, definitely not how!
     "Hey, man!" I felt Fred's hand on my shoulder. "Buck up, man. It could
have happened to anyone."
     "But it happened to me." I said. "Could any of you guys loan me a
thousand dollars?"
     And I called my mother. Maybe she and Dad could save me from having to
have sex with Zach!
     I got the call back from Dad at ten o'clock between classes. Our cell
phones automatically turned off when classes started and back on when they
let out, I had five minutes to reason with him.
     No good. Dad's position was strong and clear. "You don't have to like
it, Son, but as you are so fond of pointing out to me, you're a man now,
over the age of eighteen. You skip on a C.V. and you'll be guilty of a
felony. A felony, Son! You don't get to live that down, ever, it'll show up
on every background check you get the rest of your life. Most places don't
even check, but checking "Yes" on the question about ever being convicted
of a felony is going to hit you starting with keeping you out of every good
college in the country."
     "But Zach Wheeler, Dad!" I groaned. "He's another guy! And he's ugly,
Dad, so Godawful ugly! I can't do it, Dad, I just can't!"
     "We'll give you a bottle of liquor and any porn film you care to ask
for. Drink the liquor, play the porn film, then close your eyes and do
it. It's all you can do, Son. One time and it'll be over. Like they used to
tell the British girls long ago, just close your eyes and think of
England."
     "Oh, great!" I closed my cell phone, ending the call savagely. I
wasn't going to get out of this!
     Get it over with! My only option was to do it and get it over with!
     So when lunch came, I looked for Zach Wheeler, found him with his
nebbish pals and I walked right up to their table. "Okay, loser, you handed
me a C.V., I got to do it with you. But it'll be today, right after school,
your place, you got that?"
     "Okay. Sure!" Zach was grinning like I'd handed him the best present
he ever got. "Tonight'll be fine. I'll call my Mom, she'll have my bedroom
ready for us. Thanks!"
     Like the best present he ever got. Well, isn't that exactly what I was
going to be giving him?
     I stopped back at the table for the football players and I said, out
loud, not caring who knew (by then, of course, they all knew, thanks to the
Stacey Television Network with its announcements every five minutes), "God,
I just hope the bastard doesn't want to fuck me in the ass!"
     My fourth-period teacher slipped me a box of condoms. My fifth-period
teacher handed me a bottle of lubricant. My gym teacher, for God's sake,
actually handed me a small dildo and suggested I "prepare myself ahead of
time" with it. My lunch period comment had gotten around the wrong way, I
guess.
     The one thing I could have used, a collection being taken up to pay my
fine, never materialized. Unless I could pay the fine (and Mom and Dad
weren't going to, obviously), I had to serve ninety days in jail instead. A
fine way to spend a summer!
     Zach met me after my gym class. "My mom is waiting with her car." he
told me. "She'll drive us home and she's making you a real nice dinner."
     I almost told him I'd changed my mind and we could do it this weekend,
but decided against it. Waiting for it wouldn't make it any better, it
would only make it worse. "All right, let's go." I said.
     I saw what had to be the entire senior class on the front lawn
watching as Zach and I got into his mother's car and drove away. Only one
week until the end of the school year...I was glad I only had to live with
it for that long. Maybe I'd just show up for my graduation or
something. I'd already taken my finals. But I'd miss the senior class trip
and a bunch of other things if I did....
     Zach's mother was as fat as he was skinny. At least dinner would
probably be something good to eat, I figured, from looking at her. Or would
she grab all the food and leave us with empty plates?
     Well, there I was, at last. In Zach's room. His mother had cleaned it
all up and put on a nice bedspread and unless I was mistaken, sprayed it
with perfume.
     "Okay, I'm here." I said. "What do you want me to do first?"
     "Could you hug and kiss me first?" Zach asked me. "Fondle my body, you
know. All that stuff?"
     I practically gagged at the thought of kissing that pimple-studded
face, fondling that bony body. "Do I have to?"
     "Well...no, I guess not." Zach said. "I guess we should both get
undressed, then."
     I couldn't bring myself to look at Zach while I got undressed. I just
stripped fast as I could and got into bed on top of the covers, lay out on
it. "Okay, I'm naked." I said as I looked over at him. "Let's do this and
get it over with."
     That was when I saw it. Zach's whanger. "My God!" I said. "You've been
hiding that in the showers all this time?"
     Zach had what had to be ten inches or more, when it got hard. Even
slack, it was dangling down to nearly his freaking knee! And that wasn't
any short distance on this gangly string of bones and skin, either! It was
huge!
     "Uh-huh." Zach said, looking down. "I knew the guys would make fun of
me if they saw it. After all, I don't have anything else to go with it, if
you see what I mean."
     "Yeah." Zach's nuts were tiny things, half the size of mine, and his
pubic bush was straggly with a lot of snow-white hairs. I think the guy had
problems getting through puberty or something, to be so near-hairless like
he was. Then I remembered Coach and that dildo. "Are you...are you going to
want to fuck me with that?"
     "No, no!" Zach said. "I figure we'll just suck each other off. You
don't have to take my load in your mouth, or nothing, just do it a while
and let me do yours all I want. That's all, I promise."
     That could have been worse than it was. "Well...okay." I said. "Get on
in and let's get it over with, okay?"
     "Okay." Zach scrambled into bed, and put his legs up where my face
was, but if I was going to suck that monster, that was where he needed to
put them. I didn't do anything at first, I was still trying to figure out
how I felt about all this. I mean, it's one thing to admire a huge pud on
another guy, but that's a long way from wanting to suck cock, I mean, after
all, a dick is a dick and that means a guy and that means that....
     Zach's mouth grabbed hold of my pud and suddenly I was seeing how
little difference it made to have a girl sucking my frankfurter and having
another guy suck it. Zach must have been practicing a hell of a lot...or
did it just mean that he had been dreaming about doing it so long, he knew
what to do without having to practice? I mean, if you dream about sucking
cock, any man that dreams about it can figure out just what it's going to
take. I mean, now I was thinking about it, I knew that Stacey, or Anna, or
Margaret or Chelsea (my four prior conquests to date) all didn't really
know what to do with a cock, other than on a theoretical basis. A guy would
have to explain everything to do to make it special. Stacey and Margaret
both were pretty well-experienced in that but I tell you, Zach, if he was a
virgin for real, he was damned talented!
     His lips were soft and luxurious around my prick, he had plenty of
spit in his mouth and he was sucking on me hard and fast and taking it deep
and keeping the skin firmly in grip as he pulled up and his teeth clear
and, oh, God, it was good, so fucking good!
     I just moaned as Zach sucked my dong. "Aw, yeah, suck my cock, suck it
good, Zach. Get your worth out of that C.V., dude, suck it good cause it's
the only time you'll get it, so make it all you want it to be, suck it
harder, harder! Ah, damn, yeah, like that, like that!"
     Shit, I was getting turned on but good here! The best damned blowjob
I'd ever had, bar none, and I was getting it from the school's nerd, under
duress by a court order to pop his cherry! It wasn't supposed to be like
this! I wasn't supposed to enjoy this! It was wrong to enjoy having to
service a geek in bed! I should be...I should be...
     I looked over at his cock, now it was hard as a rock and fully ten
inches long and I hadn't touched it but it was throbbing. Throbbing for me,
wanting me, wanting me to...to...
     My head and neck moved for themselves, my lips opened on their own, my
mouth took his prong into it without my ever making a conscious
decision. Maybe that's what they call an unconscious action, moving without
knowing how or why. All I know is that I reached out, took that pud of his
into my mouth and I gripped it when I reached as far down as I could and I
pulled up on it with a slow, long motion. It leaked precome into my mouth
and onto my tongue as I reached the top of it again, cockskin trapped by my
lips' pressure, and I milked it up, and then I thrust back down again.
     I felt it, then, Zach's moan as his pleasure at my action rippled out
of his mouth and around my cock. He sucked me even more frantically and I
found myself slowly matching his actions with my own. God, he felt so good
sucking me, and I was sucking on him and it wasn't wrong at all, it felt
good, so good, to have his hot throbbing dong in my mouth and knowing that
my working it was making him feel as good as I was.
     I got so caught up by the delight so much that I rolled him over onto
his back and I was on top of him, and I was able in that position to suck
him even harder. Zach wasn't able to move much in that location, but his
lips kept busy on me just the same, and that limited motion, my cock well
within his mouth and my cock's skin being worked by his lips and tongue,
was almost as good.
     I heard Zach moaning and I felt my own ecstasy climbing out of my cock
and up into my brain on paws of joy and desire, passion and pleasure, and
Zach moaned even more desperately and he let go of me for one painfully
deprived second to gasp, "I'm coming, Garth! I'm coming!" and he grabbed
hold of me once more and that wonderful overwhelming joy returned to me
once again, resumed its journey upwards.
     I knew that this proclamation meant something, but I couldn't quite
remember what, he was about to come, okay, so was I, it was what happened
when you had sex with someone and....
     Zach's come exploded down into my mouth and I was flooded with his
come, so hot, so salty, so pungently musky, that I felt faint from the
heady flavor of it all. And it was in my mouth, ready for me to drink down,
all I had to do was...swallow.
     And swallow I did, the thick fragrant globs of Zach's come swam down
my throat easily and as more replaced it, I gulped again and again, so hot,
so luxuriously masculine, and it was mine, all mine!
     The taste of Zach's hot male spunk triggered my own ejaculation, I
groaned and squirted upwards into Zach's mouth, and he held on and drank it
even as I swallowed the last dregs of his own majestic rod leaking
masculine seed onto my tongue.
     I dimly realized Zach was moving as I caught my breath and waited for
the fireworks to finish exploding in my brain, they seemed to go on
forever, even long after my own climax had finished and then he was pushing
his face into mine and kissing me and I found that wasn't gross at all, I
kissed him back and when he nuzzled my neck I ran my hands over his back
and even the feel of those pimples wasn't registering on my brain. It all
felt good.
     Zach let go after a time and lay on the bed beside me and we turned to
face each other. His face, still homely as ever, was creased in a misery I
had never noticed before. "Well, that's that." he said to me.
     "What?"
     "You've done it with me. Every bit of it. I don't have any
complaints. If you don't want to stay for dinner, I can have my Mom drive
you home. If that's what you want."
     He had a clock on the wall that told me it was only
four-thirty. "When's your Mom going to have dinner ready."
     "About six o'clock."
     "Good." I said. "We have time for another round before dinner. If you
want to, that is."
     "Want to?" Zach almost teared up. "Yeah, I want to."
     "Good. Now let's see how quick we can get ready for another
round. Then we can come back here after for the rest of the night."
     Zach kissed me hard then and it didn't feel like anything but the kiss
of a lover like none I'd ever had before.
     Stacey saw me getting out of Zach's Mom's car the next morning at
school. "Hey, Garth!" she called out. "How'd it go last night with Zach?
You need to rinse off the cooties before going to class, don't you?"
     I looked at her and suddenly saw her as she really was, a pretty face
and big breasts and nothing, absolutely nothing, else anyone could really
want. "How'd it go? Not so bad. Could have been worse."
     "How could it have possibly been worse?" Stacey marveled.
     "I could have been forced to go to bed with a skank like you." I
said. Zach had come up to me and I put my arm around his waist. "Come on,
Zach, let's go to class. One more week and we'll be done with this podunk
place for good."
     I wonder what sort of football program MIT has going?

				  THE END
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