Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 03:27:56 +0100 (BST)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Delicious Demon

Delicious Demon

By Dan Perducci

danperducci@yahoo.co.uk

Mr. Webber's khaki pants were stained from chalk.  He leaned too close
to the board.  He finished explaining the lesson to the class when he
noticed something.  It grabbed his eye and tempted him in ways that
betrayed everything he held dear.

He averted his eyes to avoid staring.  He glanced at his desk.  His
girlfriend's picture rested on his cluttered desktop and gave him little
comfort from what he just saw.

"Mr. Webber," announced Amber Gregory, "I need help with my essay."

The teacher was distracted but gathered enough strength to work with
Amber on her paragraphs.

"Amber, what you need is a good transition between your paragraphs.  Try
using words that carry the reader through your essay.  It connects
everything.  How about using `in addition to' to begin with and go from
there?"

Amber was pleased because she understood.  He moved along to pick up a
pencil that Hector dropped from his desk.

Mr. Webber was a helpful teacher and thought nothing of doing such a
favor.  He, however, found himself where he began.  In the front of the
classroom at the vantage point that captured his mind and provoked his
most lecherous thoughts.

Sitting cross-legged in the rear of the room was Tony Green.  Tony was
wearing a loose pair of denim shorts and the most opportune angle allowed
Mr. Webber to see directly down Tony's boxer shorts.

The flash of the seventh grader's private parts once again brought a
rush of feelings that forced Mr. Webber to quickly return to his desk.  A
tent was growing and he quickly retreated to his seat.  He knew that
someone would notice his or her English teacher had a boner.

Another hand went up on the opposite side of the classroom.  It was
Chastity Morgan and she was confused about where to put a comma.

"Please meet me at my desk," he curtly replied.  Once seated, he
reached to his bookshelf and pulled out his Style Book.

"Chastity, look up punctuation in here," he advised, sending her back
to her seat.

The bell was due to ring in five minutes and the shuffle of students
closing their books and shuffling their notebooks took over the
classroom.

Nick Stevens asked for a restroom pass but was refused because the bell
was soon to ring.  Vera Hall asked for a bandage because she got a paper
cut in her haste to clean up.  Patrick Simpson returned the pencil that
he borrowed at the beginning of the period.  Through this last minute
rush, Mr. Webber focused on his girlfriend's photo.  He hoped to make
his stirring disappear.

The bell rang and the students streamed out into the hall.

Tony was one of the last to leave the classroom.  He had a mass of books,
folders and papers to corral.

"Bye, Mr. Webber," he said.

"Bye, Tony." The aroused teacher replied.

In the five minutes passing time between classes, Mr. Webber's erection
started to finally subside.  This was fortunate because the classroom was
filling up again with students and he always wanted to be at the door to
greet them.

A loud metallic thud interrupted the teacher's uncanny thoughts just a
minute before the late bell.  He was suddenly comfortable with leaving
his awkward shelter to find out the source of this commotion.

His kids ran out the door first and he struggled to rush past them.  The
noise was the sound of something versus a locker.  He was mostly
terrified because he was the only male teacher in the hall who could
respond to such situations.

The throng of students obstructed any access to the scene.  The polished
blue lockers did not give in to the pounding they received.  Mr. Webber
was unable to see what was the source of each disheartening thud.  The
metallic banging and each accompanying shout of pain was heart wrenching.

"Excuse me," Mr. Webber said as he pressed through the horde of rubber
necking students who ghoulishly ignored the sounding of the late bell to
catch this action in the hallway.

Two ninth grade boys were whaling on poor Tony.  His cold tears mingled
with the blood that tricked down from his nose.  Mr. Webber reached the
center of this horrific spectacle and threw himself in front of the
hapless victim.

"Go to class right now!" Mr. Webber exhorted the audience, "Show's
over!  Danielle, ask Miss Clifton to watch my class."

Tony was a shivering heap on the frigid tile of the floor.  Tony reached
his hand up to Mr. Webber, heaving and sobbing in pain.

After his teacher lifted him, Tony's bladder shifted and pressed him
into a sudden urge to go to the restroom.

"Mr. Webber, I have to go bad!" Tony shrieked in a sheepish whisper.

They ignored the papers, books and folders strewn in their wake.

Ambling about like a crippled pony, he took hold of Mr. Webber's side
and clung for dear life.  The two slowly walked to the nearest restroom.

The sign was merciless.  "Faculty Only," it said.

The nearest student restroom was down the hall and too late for a child
whose urge to `pee' was too strong even to clear another 100 yards.

"Don't worry, you can use this just once," Mr. Webber said charitably.  He
took his keychain from his pocket and unlocked the door to the junior high
version of the `executive washroom.'

`Delicious Demon' by the Sugarcubes started playing in Mr. Webber's
mental soundtrack.  The Icelandic punk group always came to mind when
temptation made itself apparent.

The `demon' was strong and there was no framed picture to be a saving
grace or subtle reminder.

Mr. Webber could have closed the door after Tony limped inside but went
against his better judgment.

There was only a urinal and a stall in the room.  Mr. Webber locked the
door shut behind him with the latch and the lock beneath it.

Tony's back was facing Mr. Webber.  The boy was still trembling from the
shock of his attack.  His blond hair was stained and matted from blood.
It was not enough to cause a panic but enough to be noticeable.

Ignoring the trickle of piss and the obviously intimate moment, Mr.
Webber instinctively walked forward and brushed his hand against the
wound.

Tony jumped a little.

"It's OK, I'm just checking on your head.  You have quite a little
lump there."

Tony was still pissing when Mr. Webber was examining him.  Mr. Webber
craned his neck and saw the stream of piss falling into the urinal.  He
noticed the boy bracing himself against the wall as if to orient him
after a very chaotic moment.

Tony shifted nervously and unwittingly improved his teacher's view.  Mr.
Webber saw the flaccid three inches of the boy's member and felt an odd
jolt.  It was that same complex feeling he got when he spied the boy
through his shorts earlier.

Tony finished and shook his penis before the eyes of his teacher.  Mr.
Webber lost track of his own movements.  He removed his hand from the
boys scalp and just stood in awe of his quarry.  Mesmerized, Mr.
Webber's erection returned and hovered closely behind the boy's rear
end.

Zipping his shorts up, he took a baby step back to leaver but bumped into
his teacher's hard on.

An odd feeling washed over Tony's body, he was turned on in ways similar
to when he was in the changing room during gym class.

This was a rude awakening too for Mr. Webber because he felt like he was
`caught.'  He Tony knew that Mr. Webber was a pervert for taking
advantage of this situation.

Instead of being repelled, though, Tony remained in this strange spot
with his clothed ass backed up against the likewise clothed crotch of his
teacher.

Mr. Webber sighed in a relief that this boy knew what he was getting
into.  His warm breath crawled down the boy's shoulder.  Even the boy's
white tank top was an incitement to baser instincts.

Tony reached around behind him and pulled Mr. Webber closer.  He loved
the feeling of his teacher's manhood.  He wanted to have this.  He
ground body into the front side of Mr. Webber and savored the feeling.

Reality came back.

"Are you OK?" coughed Mr. Webber spontaneously.

"I'm much better, sir," he groaned.

"I'll take you to the school nurse and she'll get you ready for your
next class.  You'll be excused from this period."

Tony's stepped away from his favorite teacher and turned around to
embrace him.  Mr. Webber's penis made indirect contact with the boy's
equally hard member.

"I love you, Mr. Webber," the boy volunteered, "Can you take me home?
Those boys are going to get me after school today."

"As you wish," the teacher replied.

"Maybe I'll get you after school today," Mr. Webber thought to himself...