Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 22:23:56 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part 6 "Staying with Aunt Evelyn"

bawdypen@hotmail.com     (Rimming, scat)

             STAYING WITH AUNT EVELYN--Part 6

   Later that afternoon I went over to the hardware store to
pick up some Venetian blind cords for Aunt Evelyn. Mr. Carter
helped me pick out the right ones and we went back to the
counter to check out.
   "Uh, isn't Robby working today?" I asked.
   He glanced up at me with a quizzical look, then smiled.
"He's on a break. You, uh, in need of a butt-wash? Or you got
ideas about taking his place ta give me one? I hear you been
fittin' in quite nicely round here. $7.95."
   "Um, y-yeah. Here's a ten. Not...not that you're not a
nice man, Mr. Carter, but..."
   "Say no more, boy. Don't interest me all that much. Just
like it to get primed for the little woman. Guess I'm lucky a
boy like Robby's willing to do it to an old fart like me,
anyway. Can't really figure it out myself, but since the kid
likes the taste of my hole, I sure ain't one to complain, you
know." He winked. "Tell me, what are you after?"
   I grinned. "I dunno. Guess I was hoping to catch him at it
again. He's...he's so different. Kinda innocent, in a way."
   "Yeah, I know what you mean. Not a jaded bone in his body,
far as I know. I think I'm the only one he does it to, but
can't be sure."
   "I...I wondered. I haven't seen him around anywhere."
   "Whorin' in the streets, you mean? Like you?"
   "Yeah, guess I do."
   "I'M BACK, MR. CARTER!" Robby came in from the rear
of the store.
   "Watch this," he whispered to me. He reached behind him
and started to scratch at his asshole. "Damn, gotta real crazy
itch!"
   "Gee, maybe you need it cleaned again, Mr. Carter," Robby
gushed, hardly even looking at me. "Maybe I didn't do it good
enough this morning. Or did you poop again?"
   "Uh, yeah, I did...just before lunch." He winked at me,
dropped his drawers, and leaned over the counter. "Musta left
some itchy stuff back there. I'm so absent-minded when it comes
to hygiene. Sure glad I got you around!"
   Robby crouched down behind the man, spreading his cheeks.
"Aw, you're just kidding. You didn't go. Smells just like I
left it."
   "You're right, kiddo. But go ahead, I think our customer
wants to watch you."
   "Hunh? Oh, yeah. Hi."
   "Hi, Robby. Can I...come back there and watch you?"
   "Sure, why not? I don't mind."
   I quickly went behind the counter. He held the cheeks open.
"You wanna taste it? Mr. Carter always tastes nice."
   "No, thanks. Go ahead," I urged, kneeling down beside him.
   Robby shrugged, and began to lick at the man's anus, using
his thumbs to pull the lips apart. He didn't hesitate in the
least. He put his tongue to the crevice and swirled it all
around. Then he punched it into the hole...and licked around in
there, too. It wasn't a bad ass. But Mr. Carter was an older,
married man. Maybe mid-40's or so, and he sure didn't exactly
have a firm butt. Still, the kid obviously craved the taste and
feel of the man's asshole.
   "Boy, you sure do that good," I complimented, patting him
on the bottom. "You do this a lot?"
   "Mmmm. Naw, just Mr. Carter."
   "How come?"
   "Well, he's a neat boss, and his butthole's nice. Really,
you oughta taste it!"
   "I'd much rather taste yours," I said lasciviously.
   "Gosh. Really? Oh...alright. I like it too. I don't get it
much. Mr. Carter's married, you know. And that fucker Arnold
Thornberry went and moved away. He's the only one ever did it
to me. Take my pants down if you want. Here, let me help." He
rustled with his belt and snaps. "You don't mind, do you, Mr.
Carter?"
   "Course not, Robby boy. You know I love it, but I never
could figure out why you like lickin' my old butthole!"
   "Well...cause it smells like Arnie's...and kinda looks like
his, too. Guess I miss him."
   I now had his squatting ass naked. I ducked my head down
there and sniffed at his hole. "Mmmm. Whew! That's hot, Robby.
Do what you want up there, man...I'm gonna lick YOU out!" I
squirmed my tongue up his ass even before I'd scooched under
him. My body came later. My tongue was firmly entrenched and I
licked him furiously while moving under to get a comfortable
position. His muscles flexed, and I heard him slurping the
man's anus as I did the same to him.
   As would be expected...someone came into the store.
   "Damn, Charlie! You got that boy's face up your butt
again?"
   Mr. Carter sprawled across the counter, pushing his ass
back. "Oh, you know it, Herb. Kid's gotta magic tongue! Get
what you want and pay me later, okay?"
   "Sure, sure." He peeked over the counter. "Hmm. I see he's
got a little friend down there that shares his, uh, tastes."
   Carter looked sideways. "Don't you have something to do,
Herb?"
   "Nope." He continued to scrutinize the anal-mouth
connections.
   "Well, I like a little privacy when I'm getting my ass
sucked."
   "Ha! You're not gonna get it with all those folks at the
window."
   Sure enough, a small crowd had gathered. Even though sex
was freely engaged in all over town, the fascination for
peeping was still alive. A couple of men, some teenagers, a
group leader with some of her Camp Fire Girls in tow. One of
the men got so excited he pulled his prick from his pants and
started to masturbate. A smiling, uniformed girl saw it and
knelt down. The man turned to let the girl blow him, while one
of the teenage boys pulled the man's balls out and played with
them. The other man undid the boy's Levi's and got the Group
Leader to wet his down for him, before he shoved it up the
boy's outthrust ass.
   Eager for another taste, the Group Leader made an advance
to the other teenager, but he declined. So instead, she hiked
down the panties of one of her girls and licked her young
pussy. Soon, the other girls wanted some of that familiar
action, so the lady licked all their pussies. Now that more
action was taking place on the other side of the window, Herb
went over there and watched them. He particularly liked
watching the lady and her girls. It wasn't long before Herb was
jacking off and splattering a big load on the large picture
window. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the aftermath of his
tremendous explosion. Then he felt the lips. One of the little
girls had come into the shop just to lick the drippings from
his cock. Then she ran out again, giggling.
   The other man and boy had done nothing, but were now
walking away together. The man was fondling the boy's butt.
Obviously, they were going somewhere for more than a quickie!
   Robby and I were still sucking ass. I was on my back, and I
scooted him up so I could lick his balls and take his cock in
my mouth. It was wet and throbbing, and he came after just a
few sucks on his juicy knob. Hearing me gulping, Mr. Carter
suddenly lifted himself off the counter and turned around,
brandishing his large erection. "Here, Robby, but just this
once. Go ahead and suck it!"
   "Sure, Mr. Carter. I always wanted to suck one!" He went
down on it.
   "You mean you really haven't done it before? I'm honored.
Mmmm, suck me! Get ready to swallow down my jizz...my wife says
it's quite tasty!"
   The man grunted a few times and shot Robby's mouth full of
his baby-making cock batter. From the sounds Robby was making,
I guess that Mr. Carter's wife was telling the truth. I'd
scooted back to lick at his ass some more while I jacked off.
   He lifted his hole from my mouth, and looked back over his
shoulder at me...licking his lips. "Don't! Let me do it, OK?"
   That was fine with me. I held my dick straight up, and he
went down on me, obviously hooked on cocksucking now. Mr.
Carter smiled down and started to pull up his pants.
   "C-can I...try it?" I asked.
   "Oh, why not?" He dropped his pants again and turned,
squatting backwards on my face. He rested his hands on his
knees and let me put my tongue up his asshole. It was nice and
mushy from Robby's rimming, and in that position his anus was
big, puffy and gaping. I quickly realized why Robby liked it so
much. I was able to really lick him out deeply and thoroughly.
Mr. Carter had a butthole that any boy would enjoy sucking on.
It made me think of how much Sammy might enjoy licking on a
turd coming out of there!
   Mr. Carter was squirming his ass, letting me dig right in.
When I started to moan from the energetic cocksucking I was
getting, he held still. I aimed my tongue stiffly straight up,
and he sat down on it, working his ass up and down...enjoying
my eager tongue-fuck!
   Robby let my drained cock slip from his lips, and crawled
up to watch me rimming his boss. He put his face under the
man's buttocks and licked me on the neck. "Isn't it great?" he
whispered. "I just love it so much! I'd like to go home with
him and do it in front of his wife!"
   "Sorry, kid," he rose and pulled his pants up. "I'm afraid
she'd slap your little ass-kissing mouth! Personally, I could
go for it. But Gloria never fully adapted."
   He stitched up his buckle and put his apron back on, while
we also got dressed. "She's so upset about the sex in school,
but she knows she has to accept it. She's even warned the boys
about messin' with other boys, but all it did was put the idea
in their minds. I've caught them 69ing a couple of times, and
they freely admit they do it all the time. As a matter of fact,
it's been going on for so long now, I think my sons are in love
with each other!"
   "Do...do they..." Robby hesitated.
   "With me?" he laughed. "Oh, gosh no. I know a lot of
fathers do it with their sons in this town, but..." he shook
his head, "no. Gloria would never put up with it. Besides, I'm
more of a woman's man myself, and Gloria's all I really need.
But, I do love your diversions," he tossled Robby's hair.
"She's a hot woman, but one thing she won't do is put her mouth
back there. So I let you."
   "Crowd's gone." Herb remarked.
   "Hunh?" Carter turned, surprised to still find him there.
   "Yeah, they really got wild out there." He blushed. "I'll
...I'll clean up your window, then I gotta get home."
   Carter laughed, looking at the streams of cum still dripping
down the pane. "Forget it. Gotta clean the thing anyway.
You always did spring a boner at the slightest thing, Herb.
Guess I oughta be glad you didn't squirt it in my face
while you watched us."
   Herb laughed too. "Yeah, remember the time I hit the
picture on my mom's wall? You only got as far as the bureau.
Well, see ya."
   "Known each other since school," he explained when the man
left. "No, we didn't!" he answered our raised eyebrows. "But we
sure spent a lot of time jacking off together!" He grinned.
"Well, back to work."
   I left the shop, well satisfied, when I heard choking, little cries
coming from the stairway between the stores. One of the Camp
Fire Girls was sitting on the stoop, sobbing. I asked her what
the problem was. "I...I got left out. I didn't get to do anything!
Nobody played with me. Then they all left."
   "Well, what do you mean," I shrugged, "what did you want to
do?"
   "I dunno...anything!" she sobbed.
   "Well, uh, stop crying, okay. You'll get lots of chances."
   "You think so? Can...can I lick your thing?"
   "Hunh?"
   "Just for a minute..."
   "Will you stop crying then?" She nodded, wiping her tears.
I felt sorry for her, so I pulled my soft dick out and let her
put her mouth on it. I don't think she'd ever had a penis in
her mouth, but she nursed on it happily for a while.
   "So, you like fucking little girls in the mouth?"
   I turned to see Officer O'Malley, the cop who'd made the
guy in the convertible suck him off. He had a smug look on
his face.
   "She...she wanted to lick it!" I explained nervously.
   "Hmmm." He approached closer. "Can't do much for her with a
soft cock." He looked down to where the girl was sucking my
peter. "You want him to squirt some juice in your mouth,
honey?" She nodded, eagerly, not taking her mouth off.
   "I can't come again...I was just gonna let her lick it a bit."
   "All sucked out, hunh? Well, little gal wants her first taste
of jism, I'd say. I think you oughta give it to her. Here, let
me help."
   The cop reached down into my pants and stuck his finger
up my butt! "Don't want her to be disappointed." He squirmed
around inside me, making me groan from the pleasure. Sure
enough, my cock soon began to get hard. I looked sideways at
the cop's grinning face, and reached down to fondle the front
of his uniform trousers. I wasn't surprised at what I found...I
remember when he'd pulled his big monster out and made the guy
suck him while his girl jacked him off. It was long and hard
and hung down his pants leg. I felt him up while he finger-
fucked me.
   "You want a blowjob, officer?" I gasped. "I could lick your
ass."
   "Naw, it's kinda stinky. Sammy's waiting for me. Gotta save
it up for the little punk. I just wanna see you squirt in the kid's
face. She's too young to take your load, so pull it out and
shoot all over her mouth!" He jabbed me fiercely, working
over my prostate. I let go of his cock and grabbed my balls. I
pulled my prick out of the girl's mouth and took hold of it.
She smiled up at me with her mouth open. Officer O'Malley
squirmed his finger up my rectum as I splattered cum all over
the child's delighted face!
   Officer O'Malley took a quick sniff of his finger, then urged
the girl to pull her panties off. "Lemme lick your little cunt,
honey. I got a date with a horny fag's mouth, but I could sure
go for some sweet virgin pussy juice! You are a virgin, aren't
you sugar?"
   "Uh, I guess so," she said unsure.
   He grabbed my floppy dick. "Well, you ever had one o' these
up your little hole?"
   "No, sir."
   "Not even your daddy's? Then you're a still a virgin,
sweetheart. Now lemme get a taste. Boy, I sure would like to
pop that little cherry of yours, but I'm sure your daddy's
saving it for himself!"
   "I don't have a daddy, but my Uncle Jim's always playing
with me."
   "Well, then I'm sure your Uncle Jim'll be putting his
weinie in there in the next few years."
   "He lets me suck on it before he sticks it in Momma."
   "Ah ha! Your Uncle Jim must be your daddy's brother, hunh?"
   "Oh, no. Uncle Jim's Momma's littlest brother. Oooh, that
feels real good...do it some more."
   "Mmmm, tastes real good too." He lapped away as the girl
spread her legs wider and watched him. "You gotta real sweet
little candy cunt!"
   He licked her pussy a bit more, then sent her on her way.
I was about to head down the street when he called me back.
   "Got somewhere to go?"
   "Uh, no. But I thought you had a date with Sammy."
   "I do. Why don't you come along. He lives right up here on
the third floor. You can give us some immoral encouragement!"
he laughed.
   Even though I was pretty well petered out, I decided to tag
along. It might be fun to watch him work the cop over. We
walked up to the third floor and he knocked.
   "Why, Officer O'Malley!"
   "Hello there, Mrs. Davenport. And how you are?"
   "I'm just fine. Did I forget some parking tickets?"
   "No, no, nothing like that." He introduced me. "Come to see
Sammy. Got me a real grungy butthole, and the boy said he'd
wash it for me!" he winked.
   "Oh, that's a relief!" she kidded. "I'm just going out, but he's
in his room. Right down the hall. Hope one of you fellas'll
lick his too. That boy can sure stink up a room sometimes!
Bye, now."
   We chuckled, and headed down the hallway. "Watch. I'll bet
he's in there playing with his collection of turds!"
   "He...he has a collection of turds?!!" I asked, missing his
humor.
   "Probably. Let's see." He quietly swung the bedroom door
open.
   Sammy was naked, except for his jockey shorts. But he
wasn't doing anything nasty. In fact, he was sitting at his
computer with a pair of glasses slipped down his nose, totally
engrossed in some endeavor. He even had classical music
playing! He turned toward the door and beamed when he saw us.
He certainly didn't seem upset when he saw that I'd tagged
along.
   "God, I almost forgot. Is it that late? Just let me clear this,
alright?"
   We walked over and watched what he was doing. He was
working on some amazing computer graphics. It was quite a
surprise finding that he was so talented. As I stood behind
him, I thought of his dual personalities as the smell of his
ass rose up from his shorts. It was pungent! Sammy Shitlick.
Ass-licking boy genius? He slipped the disk out, turned around,
and clapped his hands. "Okay! Didja bring me a hot, smelly
cophole, O'Malley?"
   "Dirty as hell you little scumboy, just the way you like it!
Lemme get these pants off!"
   "Naw, just get on the bed and pull 'em down!" He got up, a
hardon already tenting his shorts. "You back for more, Jeremy?
Didn't we just rim each other a while ago?"
   "Yeah," I laughed. "I just came to watch."
   "We'll see about that."
   "I licked you pretty clean, how'd you get so smelly
already?"
   "I knew O'Malley was coming over, so I took a dump!"
   "Didn't have to do me no favors, kid. You know I ain't
gonna lick it for you! Here, feast your nose on this!" The cop
knelt on the bed and yanked his pants down...lewdly sticking
out his huge keester. "Tongue the crap offa that, punk!"
   "Get a load of this porker! Squeeze his ass and you can
feel the donuts in there!"
   "Quit jawbonin' willya! I'm tired of smellin' my own stink.
Start cleanin' me up before I run you in for dereliction of
duty!"
   Sammy knelt behind the cop's large, but tight ass. "Thing
is...all those donuts make for sweet poopy." He spread the
cheeks. "Oooh! Look at this!" The cop had a large, hairless
pink hole, but it was rather dirty looking and ringed in brown.
Sammy moved up and smelled it. He looked like he was about to
keel over, but I couldn't tell if it was from the stench or from
intoxication! I found out quick enough.
   "Damn, I like pig ass!" He started to lick up and down the
crevice.
   "Clean that asshole, you walking fart!" O'Malley cried.
"You just like shit. You'd suck a real pig's asshole, and
probably have!"
   "I prefer pigs that can talk...dirty!" Then they both shut
up, and Sammy licked the crusty shit from the cop's hole. It
looked like it was going to take a while, and neither of them
were in a hurry. Occasionally, Sammy would thumb the anus apart
and lick in for some moist stuff. I was getting a boner from
watching.
   O'Malley was stroking his dick, moaning from the asslick-
ing. He glanced back at me. "Sammy gets the juice, but you can
lick on it if you want."
   "Some other time," I said, looking at his luscious, fat gerkin.
"If I put my mouth on that, I won't wanna take it off. I think
I'll play around back here."
   I got behind Sammy and wrapped my hands around his waist,
caressing his slim, naked body. I went between his legs and
felt him up, then caressed his buttocks. I stopped for a moment
to take my own pants down so my cock could breathe, then I went
back to playing with his ass. I was tempted to rub up and down
his crack, but I knew that if I did, I'd get his shorts dirty with
skid marks. I pulled them back and looked down in there.
There were already streaks in his pants, so I slipped them down
and surveyed his asshole. It smelled strong, and was pretty
dirty, but the aroma was turning me on. I decided I wanted to
lick his asshole...but I didn't want to clean it. I pulled his
shorts back up and rubbed the cloth into his crack...wiping off
as much shit as I could. Then I slipped them down again and
quickly put my mouth on him! If I hadn't gotten it all off--and
of course I knew I wouldn't--I at least didn't want to see it.
But I didn't mind smelling it. I liked smelling Sammy's hole.
So I smelled it while I ate it! I didn't dig in...I just gave him a
nice rim and wash.
   "Ahhh, great queer licking, kid!" O'Malley complimented
Sammy.
   "Of course. I like licking queers!" Sammy retorted.
   "Johnson's ready. Here, blow me off!" He forced his cock
back between his legs into Sammy's capable hands. After some
ball-licking and shaft tonguing, it ended up down Sammy's
capable throat. I got up close and watched him giving the cop a
wild blowjob. The cock being upside down, I was able to see
the big vein throb. It was like a little hose, pulsing and expand-
ing, sending huge jets of warm sperm into Sammy's gulping
mouth. The cop was crying loudly from pleasure"and from the
finger Sam jabbed up his asshole! I don't know if the finger
caused another orgasm, but O'Malley continued to spurt hot jizz
from his balls. Sammy was sure getting one hell of a delicious
drink from the fat knob. I envied him, and was glad I'd
promised the officer some head in the future.
   "Boy!" I exclaimed. "You sure save it up. Hope you're like
that when I do you."
   He turned on his back and chuckled. "Hell, kid, I come like
that all the time. Why do you think I'm always getting blown by
guys? Girls gag and spit half of it out most of the time. Damn
waste of good cum, I say. Ricky, that kid in the convertible
you saw blowing me?"
   "Yeah, I remember," I said.
   "Every time he gets a new girlfriend he parks illegally. He
likes to act the reluctant motorist getting abused by a cop, but
they soon catch on. He only sucks uniformed guys, and only
if they can deliver a big load!"
   "Heh! How 'bout Cub Scouts?"
   "Hell, show me a Cub Scout that can shoot a load like mine,
and I'll blow him myself!" He laughed.
   "Gee, I think I still have my old uniform," Sammy smirked.
   "Sorry, kid. No fair. I gotta go. See you around, Jeremy.
Just let me know when you want it...my nuts are always full!
Bye."
   Sammy dropped his shorts and settled back in a chair. "You
want me to suck you?" I asked, not exactly overly excited about
it. The day really had me worn out.
   "Naw, that's alright. I wanna beat off remembering his
butthole. You can kinda nibble my nuts if you want, though."
   I smiled and crawled over between his legs. He sprawled
down and spread them apart. Then he layed back and closed his
eyes as he pumped his prick soothingly and made little moaning
sounds while licking his lips as if recalling the taste of Officer
O'Malley's shit. It didn't take him long to splatter his chest,
especially after I took both of his nuts in my mouth and
knocked them around a bit with my tongue. I went home and
took a nap.
   School that Fall was quite an adventure. Clyde and I
resumed our friendship, finding that we had several classes
together. With disappointment, I noticed that I wasn't
scheduled for a Sex Ed class. Then Clyde explained that some
students didn't start that class until the second quarter,
especially Freshmen. There wasn't any sex in the halls, and
that was a relief. I was just getting rid of the callouses on
my prick from the summer!
   It seemed almost like school as I remembered it. Everybody
seemed to dress normal. Trendy, but not overly sexual. And
teachers looked and acted like teachers. But on closer obser-
vation, there seemed to be a lot of touchy-feelies going on.
   Giggling girls would pass by and one would reach over to a
boy passing in the other direction and grab him by the balls
for a feel.
   The boys seemed to be doing a lot of quick tit-pinching,
too. Then they might look in the other direction and grab
another guy's crotch. The action never seemed to stop their
conversations, and rarely even made them turn their heads.
Even boys that might not be interested in other guys seemed
used to having their asses felt up! It wasn't exactly brazen, and
sometimes teachers would silently warn a pupil to stop that.
Even some of them got their butts felt in passing.
   Clyde took me around to get me oriented. He pointed out the
seldom used cafeteria, the gym and track, and found my locker.
I got groped several times, and Clyde seemed to be very
popular! He was leaning back against the lockers while I tried
out my combination.
   A blonde girl came up to him and sexily began to run her
hand over his chest and down to his crotch...grabbing his
bulging pouch.
   "Hi, Clyde. Gonna let me play with it this semester?"
   He smiled and gently pushed her hand away.
   "I told you, Gloria. I'll stick it in any hole you want as long
as your boyfriend sucks on it first and lets me blow him."
   "I keep trying. I almost have him talked into it. I'll let you
know." She patted his pouch and sauntered off.
   "You sure are popular," I grinned.
   "There's definitely advantages to having the only available
8" of stiff black nigger dick in school!" he laughed.
   The conversations we caught snatches of were varied. Most
were about the first day of school, but others...
   "Yeah, I let my little brother sit on my face..."
   "Kinda bitter, but he sure comes a lot!"
   "I'm tellin' ya, he licked Freddie's ass, then he licked my
ass, then he licked my dad's ass."
   "...thought he was cute. When he was in Junior High he
used to deliver our paper"personally"cause Mom would always
blow him on the front porch!"
   "I know! He teaches my English class. I've seen him fuck
my dad!"
   "Mr. Orenson? Can I lick your balls at lunch time?"
   "Um, Miss Davis?"
   "That's alright, Mr. Orenson. I have to hop over to the
pharmacy anyway. You treat those jewels right, though, Sylvia!"
   "Oh, I will, Miss Davis! My girlfriend Linda would like to
lick your pussy some time. She's good at it!"
   "...and quite honestly, Penny, I just don't know about
him! I was on the rag and all!"
   "...aw, who'd wanna blow a five-year-old! I think he's...."
   "Sure, I'll save some farts for you, too!"
   "...only two fingers. After that it starts to hurt!"
   "...and what a mess we had to clean up! It was worth it,
though. I wish I had an uncle like that!"
   Freshmen Orientation was first. It was a one-day class to
welcome new Freshmen and explain some things. The room was
fresh with giggles.
   "Okay, simmer down. Not all of you have grown up in this
town. Those of you who are are familiar with the rules from
Junior High. There you had to make adjustments, just as you did
in grammar school. Kindergarten was totally free, and I'm sure
you all remember Naked Play Time. In grammar and junior high
you learned that except for Sex Ed, sexual activity was to be
saved for after school. Much the same applies here in high
school, with the exception of Lunch....and of course, Sex Ed.
At Lunchtime, any sexual activity within community acceptance
may be freely indulged in as long as you are in your next class
and ready to learn. No exceptions to the tardy rule, no matter
how involved you may be. Please remember that urine kills the
grass, and defecation must be refrained from on the quad. The
quad restroom may be utilized for those activities, however,
and it is co-ed."
   "Is...is it true that teachers join in?" someone asked in a
giggle.
   "Oh, absolutely. We enjoy your young flesh and you'll
generally find larger pricks and more maturely fragrant cunts
among the faculty. Please remember to retain your sense of
respect toward the faculty, with the exception of certain
teachers and administrators who may direct you to treat them
otherwise. In short, remember that we're just as horny as you
are, and while you may witness a teacher who, let's say,
prefers to have his face smothered by a student's fragrant
bottom, that's no reason to treat him with less respect when
he's instructing you in...let's say Algebra." Knowing giggles
were heard.
   "Okay, Okay. Some of you may know Mr. Phillips. Just
remember that when you're out there, naked and licking who
knows what, to give your teachers and classmates the same
respect you wish for yourself. Also, you'll quickly notice that
friends and acquaintances who you've been spending most of
your sexual moments with will tend to gravitate to strangers.
We've tried to instill in you the freedom of sexplay and the
emotional responses that go with it. We've also tried to teach
you the insidious and damaging nature of jealousy and rejec-
tion. Any displays of uncontrollable jealousy should be kept to
private conversations away from the quad, and just as important
...no one enjoys rejection. So be gentle and of good nature
when you do so"just as you wish another person to be with you.
So, in general on this note, keep your peckers in your pants
during class and try to forget them. That goes for tit flashing,
too.
   "Just a note for those of you with unadjusted parents.
Parents may not visit the quad during Lunchtime, and the area
is secure from observation from the street. This is to secure
your freedom and privacy. School is your place, and we
encourage your personal development.
   "Birth control pills and devices are freely available in the
Front Office. And condoms, too, of course. Please be sure
to use one if you find yourself with a temporary urinal infec-
tion. Remember, boys, pussies and assholes are very tender
flesh and tend to be susceptible.
   "Now, boys in the shower room. This...isn't generally a
problem with the girls...but get a group of naked boys together
and the potential for distractions are enormous. And, most
peckers become enormous at those times!" he chuckled. "But
getting hardons is unavoidable. We understand that. Personally,
I can't walk past that area without springing a bone-on myself.
And as hard as it is"if you'll excuse the quip"please try to
keep your hands to yourself. Your coach will instruct you on
the behavior he expects. I understand that prior to holidays
some coaches may send you to the showers early for a festive
free-for-all and wet grope. In those cases, please remember
that wet floors and soap make for dangerous possibilities. We
don't want any accidents. Uh, one more thing on the subject of
showers. Unlike regulation schools, we don't require a shower.
It's strictly optional for boys as well as girls. We understand
that many people enjoy olfactory stimulation...particularly in
the genital region...but remember that when you're in class
other folks may not appreciate your closeness. Try to shower at
least once a week.
   "There are a couple of openings for those prized positions
of towel boy for the football and basketball teams. I under-
stand there will probably be a drawing. Check with your coach
about auditions for the extra duties. A similar position is
open for the girls' softball team. "Um...any questions?"
   "Yeah! Do we hafta blow a teacher if he wants?"
   "No more than with a student. Everyone has their freedom
to decline any sexual act in this community. You should know
that."
   "I always wanted to see Mr. Patterson fuck my dad. Are
there any exceptions to the rule about parents at Lunchtime?"
   "I'm sorry. If it's a crowd you desire, you're perfectly free
to put on that display anywhere else in town. You can send
out notices to that effect, but not on campus. Unless your
father wishes to join the Board of Education. Board members
have free access to students and teachers on the quad."
   "Do you have a big dick?" The class broke into laughter.
   "Son, as pretty as those lips of yours are, I'm afraid you'll
have to wait until Lunchtime to find out. I usually eat on
the West side."
   "Does every boy in this school suck cock? Some of the girls
tell me they got better action in grammar school!"
   "Well," he chuckled, "we have found from this experiment
that the allure of cock is very strong, and homosexual inter-
action is quite predominant among teenage boys."
   "No kidding!" one girl cried. "You can ask my brother about
that!"
   "Still," the man continued, "there doesn't seem to be an
alarming situation building up. Most girls find enough satis-
faction available. Perhaps if you supplement yourself with some
lesbian activity, or maybe a stronger douche is in order.
That's not a jibe, dear. It's merely a fact that older gentlemen
have learned to savor that special flavor girls have, while boys
tend to be a bit slow in that department and tend to be drawn
to the more familiar odors of other boys. My best advice is to
start with a fresh pussy and when the boy gets used to that
you can gradually increase his ability to enjoy your fragrance
until he absolutely prefers it that way! And perhaps a wise
note to you boys on that subject. If you find yourself
enamored of a female teacher, be fully prepared to accept
that heady aroma. Best thing is to just bury your face in
there and go for it! Right, girls?"
   Whoops and yeahs were voiced by the female contingent.
   "Can we butt-lick?" one boy asked, blushing. "N-not that
I..."
   "Not that you what? Son, get over your embarrassment.
You'll see a lot of butt-licking and ass-sucking out there. If
that turns you on, you just get out there and do it! Don't deny
your own pleasures for some ancient taboos. You come out on
the quad, boy...I'll suck your asshole silly myself!" He grinned,
getting cheers for his response.
   "What about cleanup?" a girl asked. "I mean, if we have to
rush to class afterwards, are there any things to clean up with
or do we have to carry our own tissues or something?"
   "Good question! Always good to be prepared. However, there
are rows of dispensers along the outside of the quad restroom
for quick wipeups. Please be sure to deposit them in the contain-
ers along with any other liter you may have accumulated.
You'll find that many youngsters and teachers alike may be
lined up against that wall just prior to the bell ringing. That
signals that they have waited to wipe up in case someone wishes
to do it with their mouth. Cunts have been fucked and pricks
have been recently extracted from pussies or assholes. So if
those tastes interest you, it's first come, first served. They're
standing there for the first available mouth, so feel free to
indulge. Just beware of the various possibilities of where a
prick may have been. Also"and I'm sure it's quite obvious--
if an asshole is the object presented for licking you can be
sure it's just been fucked! You're on your own. If it's messy,
stinky or dripping with cum don't complain. Lick it or get
out of the way...someone else will gladly do it!"
   "That's disgusting! How can somebody do that?"
   "Anybody?" He asked the class to respond.
   "Cause it's dirty and nasty!"
   "Yeah, stuff like that makes my prick harder!"
   "Me, too! But I only do it to people I don't know."
   "That's dumb...everybody's watching you!"
   "That reminds me," the man held up a finger. "We have video
cameras set up around the quad. Because so much footage is
shot, we have fulltime editors that cull the best activity from
all positions. A compilation tape is put together for the quarterly
assembly in the gymnasium. We set up a large screen to show
your personal highlights and a general orgy is the afternoon's
agenda"not that you horny buggers need any more sex! Most
students just get a kick out of viewing the film, but past
experiences have shown us that a free atmosphere must be
available for those of you who can't control the way the film
turns you on. So, you can watch your fellow students and teach-
ers in action, or just strip down and fuck your brains out!"
   "That sounds great! I really like to watch!"
   "That's the idea. We find that it broadens your horizons
and develops your sense of voyeurism. Voyeurism is quite
healthy, and viewing others in sexual heat tends to expand your
willingness to experiment with different sexual activities and
other 'types' of partners.
   "And, it certainly doesn't do us teachers any harm in that
department, either! Seeing us with our legs in the air...so to
speak...makes us more sexually appealing. Something we can't
obtain in the classroom. And, after all, while every teacher in
this school is a dedicated professional, it's no secret that we
'like the young stuff'!"
   "Ain't that kinda destroying our privacy, though? Filming
us!"
   "Why? Parents aren't invited."
   "Well, what if we did something only because we knew that
somebody else wasn't there that day? Then it shows up a month
later!"
   "Aha, doing something you shouldn't have been?! No problem.
Any time prior to a quarterly screening, a Dis-edit request can
be filed. Best to do it that day, but if you give the date and
location and a description of the activity, we'll make sure it's
not included. You'd be surprised at how few requests we get.
Sometimes, people like the shock value."
   "Yeah! My brother told me about that. Last year his best bud
comes up to him after one of those and says, 'I didn't know
you liked sucking cock so much. What's wrong with mine?'
They're still getting it on!"
   "Uh, I like getting spanked. Could I get a teacher to do it
to me?"
   "Ah, yes! Because printing things causes massive distri-
bution, and because we want to keep your desires...and the
desires of your teachers...officially confidential, the main
computer in Administration is available to all students. The
file 'Proclivities' lists the sexual likes and dislikes of all faculty
members. Spanking is one of the questions on file, and I'm
sure you can find someone to warm your butt into a healthy
pinkness! Don't forget, some teachers would enjoy that, too.
It's a good way to get out your frustrations and aggressions.
Find an agreeable teacher and smack his or her bottom raw right
out there in the quad for all to see!"
   "Can I just jack off in somebody's face?"
   "Well, that would be rather rude if you don't give the other
person some warning. I don't know anybody that would
greatly mind a big load in the puss, but that's not a good
idea. State your intention, give them a chance to say no, but
mostly give them a chance to close their eyes. Cum's quite
tasty, but it burns the shit out of your eyes!"
   "I think it tastes awful!"
   "Suck more dicks, dear. And boys, I'm told eating celery
makes your cum sweeter."
   "What if...especially a teacher...what if you're gonna rim,
but you decide it stinks too bad and you don't wanna do it? Is
that rude?"
   "Well, you make your own choices. It's your mouth, after
all. Best thing is just to back off. You can cry and complain
that you ain't gonna lick that fuckin' stinkhole! But somebody
else is just gonna come along and do it. It's fair to voice
your opinion. But I remember seeing on tape one kid tellin' a
jock his butt stunk. Four other guys were down there so fast
the tree holding the camera began to rattle! The kid was right
in what he'd said, but the expression on his face after that
showed that he felt like a pussy not doing it. No offense,
girls."
   "No offense taken, Mr. Armbruster! Most of us girls will
gladly leave that nasty stuff up to the boys!" She was cheered
in a high pitch. "Something about boys and shit go together!"
She said, smugly. The boys groaned in defense.
   "No, no, it's true fellas. In a sense. Boys are dirtier, nastier,
and we tend to enjoy the more animalistic senses of our
natures. Girls are cleaner, sweeter, and sometimes a bit
boring in that respect."
   "Yeh! Right! We wanna get down and dirty!"
   "One more thing. Once each semester we have Girls Day.
Tradition dictates that on those days the only activity to take
place at lunch should be Lesbian. Solo masturbation is allowed,
however, and means solo...not 'do a buddy a favor' time! On
Boys Day the girls get to watch and twiddle themselves while
you fellows get into the pleasures of cock and balls. Now, of
course, anyone not wishing to indulge is certainly free to not
do so. But it's a good time for experimentation."
   "Out in the open!" a kid squealed.
   "Hey, it's a freebie. Most freshmen try it out on the older
guys. Take my advice and latch onto a senior. They're more apt
to do it back to you. That's about it, gang. Time for your
first class. Have fun out there and remember that school is for
learning...and sharing!"
   The morning was pretty much the same as school always is.
The others settled down to learning and paying attention while
the freshmen seemed to be the most antsy.
   Clyde and I met at my locker and headed out to the quad
for: LUNCH!!


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