Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2015 23:21:55 -0700 From: Dick Peters <dickpeters378@gmail.com> Subject: Phallustine Boys Acadamy-10 in Bi-Sexual High School The Mike and Petey Show ------------------------------------------------------------------- I followed the path straight ahead of me. Things started to get hazy, then foggy, then suddenly clear with bright sunny skys. I found myself in a long line of people I had never seen before deliniating the path we were on as far as the horizon in both directions. People were almost naked, young and old with beautiful bodies. `This may seem a long line but we have only several of the virtues necessary to reach the throne'. My enchanting neighbor went on to mention that donaters to nifty were among those included in our line. `So that's why I made it?' I asked. `Looks like it' the beautiful boy suggested. I had been thinking that it must be because our line was for all the beautiful people. But then why was I there? Anyway, thanks again nifty. A small donation to your cause and look where it got me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- More critical commentary from the reading public: rl: `SICK, SICK, SICK, SICK' (only on talk radio could we hear such enlightend analysis) ss: `you're depraved on account of your deprived. get thee to a headshrinker' (harsh but somewhat lyrical commentary) kk: `you are the butt of a bad joke' (pardon me?) dt: `you're hired' (sorry, I don't write speeches) -------------------------------------------------------------------- `Ms. Cindy' Ally shouted in her typically aggressive tone, bringing the teacher out of a post orgasmic miasma. Several of Ally's classmates had just completed cunnilingating Cindy at her desk leaving their teacher in a near trance of slowly dissipating passion. `Ms, Cindy. When are the boys coming? Arent we supposed to be studing boys bodies and, er, things? Isnt that why we've come here?' Ally enjoyed twisting words into double entendres. `Well Ally. I'm not sure exactly what we're supposed to be studing, um, I mean studying. I was told that one of the other teachers would be coming to our class to enlighten us'. At that very moment, the classroom door opened and the lustrous Brandy walked in pulling two almost naked boys on leashes tied around their necks. The boys were Mike and Pete and besides collars, they wore only tube kinis which were like tight silky semi-transparent condoms which snugged their cocks but left their balls, plump and pinky, somewhat raised and fully exposed. Mike wore a black kini and Pete a white one. Even the jaded Ally gasped at the lubricious sight. Brandy beamed at the sight of the girls googly-eyeing her slaves and tugged them forward as they stumbled behind her toward the startled teacher leaning back on her desk, her tiny skirt still pulled up from her recent enrapturements. The boys manifested a dual response to their enslavement. Mike looked around at the pool of beautiful young femininity with a demeanor of arrogance and bravado; in contrast, his more timid companion in bondage, Pete, flirted his eyes downward, his cheeks blushing as the girls cooed voyeuristically at his boyish charms. `Brandy. Thank goodness you're here. The girls were getting very restless and I was afraid I was losing control' Cindy whispered in Brandy's ear as the transgender angel arrived at her desk. Cindy's blush deepened as she noticed Brandy's eyes canvassing the disarray of Cindy's clothes. `I hope that the girls werent taking advantage of you Cindy' Brandy replied smiling playfully although she was quite certain that in fact they had taken advantage of the timid novice teacher. And Brandy was more than a little bit aroused to imagine it. Brandy was also amused with Cindy's fumbling attempts to straighten herself up. The girl seemed so hapless at that simple chore that Brandy began to recognize that the girlish teacher herself needed a mentor and protector. Just the thought of being that mentor hardened Brandy's nipples. `Here honey' she whispered, helping Cindy tug the fringe of her panties from the damp cleft where they were still clinging. Obviously, the panties had been pulled aside to enable Cindy's ravishers access to her pouty, and yet demurely exposed pussy lips. The two womens tentative intimacy had descended into a giggling fit at their erotic but farcical panty extraction enterprise. Their efforts seemed to appear more to further Brandy's digital access to those parts than to restore them to the privacy, such as it was, behind the lacy panty fabric. Their devotion to the task was suddenly startled by Ally's squeal of pleasure. `Oh my god girls. Look at this!'. Mike and Pete were standing, variously obedient to Brandy's attempts to hold them to her bondange as she facilitated Cindys return to some form of decency (in truth, a girl/woman as enchanting as Cindy could never achieve an acceptable level of decency. The world was too invested in her sexual beauty to ever allow her the luxery of privacy no matter how innocent she might be in actuality). The teachers looked at Ally's point of exclamation. On Peteys body was a very explicit, finely imagined and well endowed tatoo of a penis and balls with the cock head realistically depicted, swollen and succulent, pointed directly up at Petes cute innie belly button. The eye wink opening of the cock's pee hole grazed the puckish underside of Petes petite tummy button. And above that mmini-cave was written in rainbow colored superscript LICK THIS. Whether THIS refered to the penis or the belly button was left for the viewer to conjecture. `Ah yes' Brandy murmured, Mikey's little gift to Petey`. She went on to explain that, somewhat against Pete's wishes, Mike had taken him to a tatoo parlor and had the design etched, though not indelibly, on Petes abdomen. Pete's concern about the process was distracted by Mikes performing hand sex on Pete as it was happening. And the fact that a mother and her 7 old daughter and 8 year old son were at the parlor at the same time, seated only a few yards away watchiing the process was both embarrassing and thrilling to Petey. The body artist Marny D indicated that it would be best to tatoo the lower part of the design (the balls) if Mike pulled Pete's testicles down to raise his dick out of the range of the artists tools and to tighten the skin on Petes abdomen. That delicious epidermis was already smooth and tight but Mike was determined to participate in the branding and did as sugested. This managed to raise Petes cock to a pert heads-up while the tatooing proceeded. At the conclusion, Mike whispered something in Marny D's ear. After which, she managed to artfully stroke two words barley visible next to the tatoo penis head which could barely be seen: Mikes toy. The girls crowded around Pete to get a better view of the tatoo. Brandy had to admonish them not to scare the shy creature with their aggressive attempts to view and touch not only the tatoo but the lovely parts that Mike was already manipulating. The sight of such boy exhibitionism was so tantalizing to girls who spent most of their time in the hothouse of young girl lesbian obsession. As the girls continued to cuddle in around the boys, a few of them, in spite of Brandy's admonitions, began to caress Petey's girlishly smooth skin around his pouting navel aperture, down over the phallic tatoo, stroking over the painted balls and finally, in competition with Mike's relentless fondling, onto Petey's upstanding, silkily articulated boy cock. Pete looked on the verge of fainting from such feminine boldness. To be the attention of so much girlish emotion was unique to a boy more used to the willful attention of other boys sexual impulses. That youthful male aggressiveness could have been a challenge for Pete had not Mike, with his alpha position among the Phallustine boys not been his protector. But Mike had no intention of interfering with the Cliterstein girls agressions as long as his diminutive boyfriend remained within Mike's protective shield. One of the more aggressive girls avidly petting the blushing boy was Edie, the sister of the notorios Jake brothers, Franky and Pauly. She was constantly obsessed by boys bodies primarily because of her daily exposure to her willfull siblings who had no scruples about displaying themselves to her view in provocative activities. Her first memories of her brothers was them lying on their bed naked, fondling each others penises and kissing. They invited her into their bedroom and told her to jump on the bed with them while they played together. Their mom interrupted the play before Edie could participate and it wasn't until several weeks later that Edie experienced her first hands-on sexual activity. The only thing else she remembers of that first encounter was that her mom snuggled all three of them and seemed to enjoy playing with the boys penises before they all had to get dressed. `Playing with penises' became almost a leitmotif of Edies life after that. As with her brothers, Edie now had trouble restraining her behaviour with Petey who she found irresistible. She felt in competition with the other girls to aggress the most vigorously on the helpless tyro. Her mouth literally watered as she imagined tounging and licking that fresh body, so naked and delicious. Naked because she had been the girl who had stripped the last 2 inches of his boykini off Petey's now quivering and fully exposed cock. She did this shortly after Brandy removed their collars, apparantly to make them more accessible to the ravinous school girls. `What a sweetheart' Edie announced and it was not clear whether she meant Petey himself or just the boys penis which she was so sweetly tapping. `Now Edie!' you mustn't tease Petey so much`, Brandy exclaimed laughing. Cindy was so inflamed with Petey's adolescent beauty that she could barely take her eyes off his body much less attempt to control the band of ribald Cliterstine girls. `Why not tease him' Mike challenged Brandy `It's Peteys fault for being so sexy!' `Come on girls' Brandy ordered. `its time to settle down and let the instruction begin. Cindy, tell them what we'll be seeing'. The little creatures finally settled down in their chairs like a flock of sparrows swooping down to a lawn to peck for food. Brandy leaned against Cindy's desk while the young teacher explained how the class was intended to show how young boys made love with each other in the new way of developing male sexuality. The focus of Phallustine instruction on sexuality (as was also true at the Cliterstine acadamy) emphasized a gender fluid identity. Homoeroticsm early on was to be followed, according to the wishes of the child, by either a more hetero or gender complex identity approaching their teen years. By the time of adulthood, all students would be in full command of their own sexual identities. `So you've met our performers, or I should say, our demonstrators.' Cindy nodded toward the naked Pete and Mike who were hugging and fondling each other in a plush chair beside Cindy's desk. Both were naked and erect. Petey's cheeks were still aflame from his coddling and abuse as he snuggled on the lap of his impulsive lover. Mike's sardonic smile captured his brazen sentiment of brazen exhibition, his willingness to dispose of all inhibition for the erotic charge of the moment. `As you can see, Mike and Pete like each other an awful lot'. The girls giggled and nudged each other at such an obvious comment. Mike greeted it with and extended caress of Petes sweet-soft, almost baby smooth chest and abdomen. `We're going to start with a video made with the help of our friend Angela Patterson who owns a photo and video business in the city. She is a master, or I sould say a mistress of a speciality in photographing the male body, nude or otherwise'. More titters from the girls followed. `How can I learn to do that' one of the girls asked. `Watch and learn' Brandy said clicker in hand preventing any furhter deliniation by Cindy. A screen lowered and the video began. Two boys walked hand and hand along a beach as a short set of titles rolled. Pastoral music floating in the backgroud, `Angela productions Presents' appears on the screen followed by, 'Boys on the Beach' followed by 'Staring Mike and Pete' (laughs, hooting, girlish hands clapping greets the stars names) followed by 'Including a Cast of Thousands'. The comic intent of the last title was accented by two boys bouncing quickly in a blur across the screen in front of M&P one from the right and the other from the left, then back across, this time in slow motion so that their pretty, naked bodies and dancing penises could be clearly veiwed by the video (and beach) audience before they disappeared. Presumably, two of the cast of thousands. The girls applauded and cheered. `Franky and Pauly!' Mike raised his fist and gave a shout out to Edie somewhere among the pretty faces watching the video. Edie, as impertenent as she normally was, blushed and gave a shy smile to the side at the girls who began teasing her. All the Cliterstine girls knew about Edies darling siblings, some from personal experience. The video camera focused in on the boys who paused briefly to kiss each other. The images captured the sensuality of the their full lips ligthly touching and their smooth unblemeshed skin shining with adolescent beauty. The moans of pleasure from more intense kissing complemented the hush of the waves washing on the shore. A man and his young daughter passed and stared at the spectacle. They were apparantly unaware that the boys were being filmed and seemed amazed at such an incredibly sexy sight. The girl giggled flirtatiously at her daddy and, as they huggled together watching the boys kissing, the girl reached over and began fondling her fathers florescently orange kini pouch which quickly swelled even more noticiably pulling up the spandex to partially expose his shaved and pink testicles (captured in close up by Angela's seemingly adventitious camera). More ooing and ahing from the girls at that vision. Mike and Petey continued walking obliviously down the beach. They seemed like two entranced lovers wrapped up in the fantasy of homo-erotic passion. A somewhat bewildering phenomenen for most people who cant imagine two adolescent boys, no matter how beautiful they are, being `in love' with each other. Certainly adult males and some females can look at young, pretty boys and imagine how exquisite their love affair might be. But this recognition is so forbidden that it is hard for the general public to openly acknowledge it. And most of the strongest male challengers to the concept could ever admit that they too feel the attraction. It was a Phallustine Acadamy goal to turn around this hostility to the concept of young boys (or young girls) in homo-erotic love affairs and to enable a more feminized and intimate combination of love, passion and intimacy. And nothing could have better represented this than the two boys, arms around each other, ambling down the beach. At one point the boys halted and looked over at the camera. Angela was saying something inaudible on the video but the boys responded by undoing several buttons on their snug fitting and tiny jeans shorts and pulled out, with some difficulty, their `stuff'. They resumed walking with their pretty parts bouncing around in front of them. The camera followed the boys into a somewhat secluded enclave towards the untraffict end of the beach. There were several male couples lying on the sand and a mother with a young son who were building what looked like sand sculptures of some sort. When Mike and Petey passed the sculptures on their way to a partially secluded area beneath a sheltering hill, the camera turned briefly toward the sculptures. Amazingly, a woman, Margaret, and her son Tommy were each forming large images of male sexual organs in a giggling effort of what seemed to be some sort of competition. `Yours is too big mommy' the boy said. `It should be smaller like mine.' It wasn't clear whether `mine' meant his sculpture or his own sexual parts. Though the boys sculpture was much larger than life size, even for a well endowed adult male, it was apparent that the boy's own penis was much larger than typical for a boy his age. Mike and Petey eyed both the sculptures and the boys endowment as they passed and casually manipulated themselves as if to respond to the titalation of the scene. `Hi boys' Margaret said to Mike and Petey, eyeing them up and down with a bright smile. `Say hi to the cute boys Tommy'. The shy youngster raised a hand slightly and cast a flirting Hi in their direction. He stared at the two lovers with an avid gaze and leaned slightly towards the sand such that the head of his penis touched it's counterpart so skillfully etched by the boy himself. His mother noticed her son's blushing countenance as he stared at the adolescents and their provocative near nakedness. `I think they could be your friends Tommy. Why don't you go over and introduce yourself after they get settled.' Tommy blushed. `They're so cute mommy. I think I would be too nervous to do that.' Margaret lightly fondled her son's penis, which always seemed to contradictorially arouse and sooth him. `Don't worry honey. I'll go with you'. Angela's video returned to the adolescent stars who had put down blankets and arranged various of their belongings. Mike had brought along his IPhone to take pictures and videos. He also had a few gay boy porn flics he wanted to show his tiny lover. Mike's first photo taken on the beach was of Margaret and Tommy who he photographed less than discretely. No matter since Margaret waved back in a accepting gesture and pointed at Tommy's dick which had hardened into a prominence from her fondlings. Mike focused the camera and clicked on the video button as Margaret continued to stroke her son. `Mike! I want to kiss you.' Pete said in a whiny voice. `Cant you pleeeze take your pictures later?'. Mike put aside the phone and bent down to respond. He was so entranced by Petey's full lips and delicious kissing that he could seldom resist Petey's persistent requests for that most intimate form of oral love making. They kissed, rubbing their bodies together. Mike on top, his sex organ flicking back and forth over his lover's tatooed belly. When their cock heads touched, pressing together as if kissing, electrical charges pulsed through their bodies. Petey jerked his sex upward against Mike's downward thrusting organ and their tongues mated in their mouths almost violently pressing against one another. The girls in the classroom crowded around the boys in their chair who were masturbating in harmony with their video performances. Petey sat in Mikes lap and kissed his lover as an emulation of the action playing on the screen just above their heads. Their full lips caressed each other and tongues penetrated into open mouths. And, as on the video where Margaret led Tommy over to the boys and began masturbaing him while they watched Petey and Mikes approaching orgasm, the girls too became involved in the live action in the classroom which was being encouraged by Connie and Brandy. Knowing that the class time was almost up, the teachers had timed the video to climax just before the buzzer. The class program, ostensibly to show young girls how pretty young boys made love with each other, now seemed aimed to show duplicate pairs of orgasmic climaxes. And as Connie and Brandy crowded in with the girls, Connie removed Brandy's penis from her panties and masturbated it against Connies silky thigh. In the video, Mike was at a high peak of homo passion when he lay Petey back on their oversized beach blanket. Petey's eyes gazed back up at him with a desire and submission that caused Mike's heart to skip a few beats. He looked down at the stunning boy, breathing deeply the power of owning Petey body and soul. Kneeling above the angelic boy, Mike ran his hands down the naked torso, the beautiful, slightly formed chest, almost girlish in its proportions, the taut nubs of his nipples, erect and waiting eagerly to be tugged between Mike's lips, the skin of Petey's belly and lower abdomen, shining in the early summer's light. Mike undid the final buttons of Petey's shorts, nudging the already exposed cock and balls, and finally tugged them off leaveing Petey totally exposed and genitally quivering. As he leaned down to kiss his prepubescent lover, he noticed that Angelica had turned the camera to another location. Mike had not noticed that further back on the beach, about 50 feet away from his love nest were two sisters, 12 year old Krissy and 5 year old Miranda. They had been lying on the beach giggling, kissing and fondling each other for about an hour (according to Angela who found this out later) and when the boys arrived, began quietly watching Mike and Petey beginning their love making. While watching, Krissy's teasing fingers found the most sensitive area on Miranda's vagina and Miranda's whimper of pleasure drew Angela's camera to the pair. Up to that point, Angela had not even noticed them, so quiet were they and she gasped audibly at the sight. Two awesomely pretty girls resembling each other, their bodies sliding caressingly against each other. Angela was suddenly confronted with a double scene of two pairs of homo-erotically involved children making love, kissing, licking, caressing, gazing passionately at each other. And, of course, Margaret wantonly fondling her own lubricious son Tommy. At this point in the video, as Angelas camera moved deftly from one scene to the other, the girls in the school room became even more restless with pedi-erotic sexual fever. Sandra whispered to her good friend Lilah `I know them. That's my friend Krissy and her sister Miranda. Krissy is a real good kisser! She likes to boss me around too'. `I'd let her boss me' Lilah responded. `I like girls who tell me what to do. Oh!' Lilah was responding to the video image of Krissy spreading Miranda's pussy lips, then closing them and rubbing them together. The rest of the girls rippled with `Oh My god!'s and `that is so cool' at the sight of Krissy's sororal fondlings. They were beginning to touch themselves and the girls next to them with caresses and kisses. The fact of the boys wanton fraternal lust almost bursting off the screen did not deter the girls from the waves of lesbian pedi desire floating perfume-like in the air. `Angela'. The voice was Mike's in the video and Angelas camera swung, some what guiltily it seemed, back to the central characters. Mike was seen staring at the sisters voyeuristic love making, then looking at the camera with a smile as if to say `where did they come from?'. Angela's response could be heard `Go back to Petey, Mike. He's getting so hard'. Petey looked up at Mike quizically as if he wasn't certain what Mike and Angela were talking about. He was in a miasma of infantile lust that clouded any perceptions other than those relating to his skin to skin full body masturbation with his lover. As Mike, on the video, began to maneuver his body erotically, above and on top of the aroused Petey, his real-time counterpart in the classroom, this time underneath Petey who was sitting on his lap, coreographed various modified copulative movements along the path toward orgasmic satisfaction. Mike and Petey could not resist occasionally gazing at their performances on the video. Mike found himself responding with sexy jokes and quiips to the twittering adolescent girls in the classroom who seemed intent on sexually mauling the lucious boycock obsessed pair. Mike, out of the corner of his eye, spotted the stunning nymphet-teacher Cindy openenly fondling the male parts of the irrepressible trans lovely Brandy. And then there was Mikes passion for his `seatmate'as he gazed down at Peteys phallically tatooed abdomen, smooth girly thighs and a penis bobbing flirtatiusly, its plump, juicy head in search of a pair of lips, open and inviting. And amidst all of this, it appeared that two sets of homoboy lovers had gone past the orgasmic threshold of return. The diverse pantings of boy lust on video and in the classroom pulled the girls and their teachers into a vortex of pedi-boy mania and they all began to crowd around Mike and Petey who seemed almost to be co-ordinating their incipiant climaxes with those on the video. As the girls crowded around the naked, throbing pair in the chair, Mike rose up slightly, causing Peteys cock to slide up more fully between Mike's thighs. The two penises were now pressed together but before Mike could begin squeezing them against one another, Brandy, still being masturbated by the luminous Cindy, leaned over and taking the two boy pricks in hand began an end-game masturbation which was destined to lead to a simultaneous orgasm. The school girls bundled in around the boys to witness the approaching ejaculative spasms. Their lucious little bodies pressed on one another, touching, stroking, kissing their fellow school girls while viewing Mike and Petey in the cuming moments, on screen as Mike slid his sex up his lovers body, rubbed it briefly over Peteys lips, then inserted it at the point of explosive emission into Peteys mouth; Petey himself lying underneath with his own throbbing pre-climax member skillfully timeing it's ejaculation to the moment when Mikem groaning, explodes his cum into Peteys mouth. And there in the classroom, two boy dicks being skillfully manipulated by the transgender fingers of a teacher whose panties are overflowing with a swollen she-cock of her own primed for its own take off. And in the small room off the teachers lounge on the second floor, the room containing monitors of the various school rooms, yet one more hand on one more phallus, this hand and this phallus belonging to Mike's erstwhile oral paramour Ted, who one hour previously had been brought just to the point but not past the point of a mind blowing ejaculation, Ted watching on the screen as Brandy transported the two luminescent pre-teeners to simultaneos ejaculation, Ted himself succumbed to the expert fondlings of his first and most enduring sexual partner, his own hand, releasing that pent up resorvoir of spume waiting for discharge, splattering the screen with a jism which, it can be said, ultimately left a dried up sheen on the monitor for a puzzled janitor, several hours later, to meticuously remove with a heavy duty cleanser and a vigorous polishing. And in the classroom, just before the bell sounded the end of the hour,Amelia, one of Cliterstein's transcendant beauties, in a befudled haze of sensuality, raised her hand. `Is that really the way boys make love to each other, Ms Benson?'. `Of course dear' the teacher replied with a weary smile on her lips. `Only a crazy person could make something like that up'. Or, perhaps only a demented priapophile.