Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 06:08:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 1

This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future.  The author does not
condone the activities depicted.  He only describes what might occur, given
the premises upon which the story is based.  Skittish readers should use
caution.  Minors should move on.  Sexual activity is explicitly detailed.

Your comments, pro and con, will be most helpful as the author writes
additional chapters.  All emails will receive a response.
macoutman@yahoo.com


			     AGE OF WANTONNESS

			      by Macout Mann

				 Chapter 1


It's June 13.  10:00 hours.  The construction crew is taking a break.  Mike
Crane is a new boy just out of high school.  He's working alongside 28 year
old Maury Bennett, who casually opens his fly and flips out his stiff eight
inches.  "Come on, Mike," he says.  "I need to get blowed."

Mike drops to his knees and takes the older guy's dick into his eager mouth
as a couple of other workers look on.  "Hey, Mike," one of them calls.  "I
need to get sucked too when you finish with him."

Their foreman overhears what's going on.  "Yall just be ready to get back
to work, when break's over," he yells.



Across town, Ben Stiles sits at a table in one of the two showrooms of his
night club, Anything Goes.  He's auditioning new talent.  He particularly
wants to check out a black dude who's supposed to take on a guy in the
first half of the show and come back in the second half and fuck a gal,
then in the finale stick the gal again while the guy fucks him.


In Mayor "Butch" Weatherby's paneled office the mayor is swallowing the
last of his administrative assistant's load.  The young man's pants are
around his shins and his dress shirt is open.  The mayor gives both his
nips a pinch as he stands.

"That was great, Chris.  I love the taste of your hot cum," Butch says.
"I'm glad you don't save it all for the gals."

"Oh, I give `em plenty; but I swear, I get more satisfaction from being
with another dude."



At the Thomas Jefferson School for Boys, one of the upper form classes is
getting back a writing assignment.  Eric Masters, the teacher, reads from
some of the better essays.  Most of the thirteen-year-olds can't resist
rubbing their groins as they hear their words aloud.  Each hopes his will
be judged best.

Finally, the thirty year old teacher announces, "And the prize for the best
essay goes to Josh Weston!"  A kid in the third row beams.

"You goanna suck him or is he goanna suck you, Mr. Masters?"  a boy calls
out.

"I'm feeling loose today," Masters replies.  "He can decide.  Maybe we'll
do each other."

"Oh, I'd like that!" Weston cries.

"Do it now so we can watch," another boy says.

"Maybe some other time.  We've got more work to do right now," the teacher
says.  "Only three weeks before summer holiday."



The year is 2042.  It's been almost seventy-five years since "the summer of
love."  That's the event from which most American historians date the
beginning of the sexual revolution.  European scholars say it started
earlier.  Now, however, there's no doubt that it's in full flower.

Rape is still illegal, of course.  But someone is usually around willing to
do almost anything.  If children are otherwise willing to have sex,
statutory rape applies only to boys who are too young to cum and girls too
young to menstruate.  Sex in public is about as common as jogging.  And
incest is defined only as cohabitation by family members where pregnancy
may result.

This state of affairs was slow in coming.  The 1960s saw a radical increase
in casual sex among the young.  Actually, in subsequent decades it was the
young who led the way in changing many attitudes.  Acceptance of gays.
Acceptance of cohabitation.  Acceptance of sexually oriented entertainment.
Taboos gradually vanished.  The internet made pornography available to
anyone with a computer.

Of course there was significant push back from the churches and
conservatives in general.  In the eighties, the AIDS pandemic slowed sexual
liberation, especially among gays.  As a result of a couple of "wardrobe
malfunctions" at major public events, federal regulators increased
strictures on television broadcasters.

Politicians could always get big play in the media by condemning sexual
activity, but the influence of the anti-sex factions peaked in the
presidential election campaign of 2012.  At least one candidate even
condemned contraception.  "Gay marriage" was a huge issue, even when thirty
percent of straight couples were living together without benefit of
marriage.  In South Carolina Republican candidates were asked to sign a
pledge that they had never had premarital sex.  Even the pope became
involved, urging American bishops to hold the line against sexual evil.

Over fifteen years earlier, however, when President Clinton had been
impeached over getting blow jobs in the oval office, most of the public
privately had taken the position that what a dude does with his dick in
private is his own damned business.  This attitude had held in the face of
the evangelical onslaught that peaked in 2012.  People seemed to think that
legislated "morality" was now over the top.  Private attitudes became
public.  Over the next few years fines for broadcast indecency were
eliminated.  The definition of indecency was liberalized to the point that
the concept hardly existed anymore.

Then by 2018 a low cost vaccine for the AIDS virus was synthesized,
removing probably the biggest bugaboo against casual sex.  Changes in the
composition of the Supreme Court led to more liberal interpretations of
laws affecting personal liberties.  The sexual revolution gained new
impetus.

In 1993 the prize-winning play, "Angels in America," had shocked many by
featuring frontal male nudity on stage.  By 2020, Las Vegas shows were
featuring both male and female nudity.  In the fall of 2024, broadcast
television showed actual heterosexual sex for the first time, and three
years later a homosexual act was screened in prime time.

Language scholars note how argot changes.  Today, the word "wanton," which
once had a totally negative connotation, now means exactly the opposite.
"Hey, man, that was real wanton."  The word "depraved" has sired a
new-coined word .  If someone does something sexually way out, worthy of
praise, he's told that he's praved.

As expected, in Muslim countries centuries-old customs still prevail; but
as they have for centuries, men engage in forbidden practices behind closed
doors.  In the Christian parts of Africa, strictures against homosexuality
are as firm as ever.  And in the United States pockets of puritanism can
still be found.  But on balance people, particularly the younger
generation, can't understand why things weren't always the way they are
now.  The mainstream protestant churches have adjusted, albeit with angst.



So young Josh Weston can hardly wait for the last bell to chime and he can
go to Mr. Master's office for his prize.  As he strides down the first
floor corridor, classmates cheer him on.  "Make him edge you good, Josh,"
one boy says.

Masters at 30 is the picture of good health.  A beautiful body is as
important nowadays as it was in ancient Greece.  Even at his age, Josh has
a muscular development boys used to only dream of.  His school uniform in
the school colors, a tight-fitting, short, sleeveless yellow knit tee shirt
with slim, jeans-cut green chinos that are almost tights, emphasize his
well developed shape.  His classmates all work out too.

Masters' office has a futon on one side.  The teacher, already naked, is
stretched out on it when Josh enters.

"Hello Weston," he says.  "Right on time."

"Yes, sir," the student replies, "on time and hard on."  He quickly strips
and reveals a good-sized, five inch dick ready for action.  It seems that
these days tools grow earlier and get bigger than they used to.  Of course,
underwear is always superfluous.

Outside the office window two of his friends peek in, as Josh grasps his
teacher's massive prong, and Mr. Masters reciprocates.  Both peeping-toms
can't resist opening their flies and playing with their young dicks.
Masturbation is frowned on in today's society.  There are better ways to
get off.  But boys will be boys.

"I told my folks how great your dick is, Mr. Masters," Josh murmers.

"Your dad have a big one?" Masters asks.

"Yeah, but not as big as yours.  I'll bet he'd love to get with you."

"Maybe my wife and I can have your folks over sometime.  Right now, though,
you better climb in."

These prize sessions were designed to be instructional as well as
rewarding, but Josh needs little instruction.  He gets up on the futon,
leans over and tongues Masters' ear.  Then nibbles his neck and nips,
kisses his way down his trail, and takes his teacher's hard dick in his
hot, young mouth.  He can hardly get his lips around it, but he manages.
The boys outside the window give up playing with themselves and start
jacking each other.

Josh slides down the older man's prong until it touches his throat.  Only
about half its length is in the boy's mouth, when he pulls up, using his
tongue to add as much stimulation as he can.  He'd had plenty of practice,
and soon it is apparent that Masters' is about to release his load.  Josh
increases the speed of his strokes and reaches beyond his teacher's balls
to increase the intensity of the experience.  Masters explodes in the boy's
mouth, and Josh swallows the creamy fluid with relish.

Meanwhile, a couple of fourteen-year-olds have happened by, seen the two
boys at the window, and have enticed Josh's friends into giving them head
as well, while they enjoy the sight of what's happening within..

"It's my turn now," Masters states.  "You remember what you said this
morning, don't you?"

"That I'd like it, if we did each other?  I sure do."

"I love the taste of boy cum," Masters says, and he expertly begins his
foreplay, reaching every part of Josh's sensitive, young body.  Teaching by
example.  He gobbles up every inch of Josh's dick, burying his nose in the
boy's sparsely growing pubes.  It isn't long before he is rewarded with
ample squirts of young semen.

"That was great, Mr. Masters," Josh exclaims.

"I enjoyed it too, Weston," the teacher says.  "I've got to get dressed,
though.  I've got a meeting with the head.  Can't keep him waiting."

Josh pulls on his uniform and starts home.  On the way he catches up to his
two friends, who tell him they were watching him do Mr. Masters and want to
know what happened afterward.  "We got tied up with a couple of
upperclassmen," they giggle.

Josh fills them in and they respond, "Wanton, dude.  You're a real whore."

When he gets home his mom asks how the school day went.  He replies that
his was chosen the best essay.

"So you got to play with Mr. Mathews?"

"That's the prize.  It was real wanton."

"Well, have fun, but don't overdo."

"Mr. Mathews says they'd like to have you and Dad over some evening."

"I'm sure that would be nice," his mother replies.



Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann.  All rights reserved.