Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 06:12:07 -0500 From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com> Subject: Mr. Kent's Boys Pt 7 Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral, anal, sado-masochistic and group sex between males. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- Part Seven - The Completed Essays On Friday, the boys came in very excited. They were anxious to see what I thought of their latest essays. "Well, let's start with Slim Jim's story, OK?" "my granmas got this funy seet thing it goes on her tiolet n its got thes 2 arms so she can get herself up n its got a tiolet seet but cors its got no bowl coz it goes on the tiolet lik i sed. n its whit n i said that coz spesifik is terifik. so anyways i think it b reel cool if i tak her seet some time i meen borrow it coz i no she needs it bak. aft all i lov my granma. so i borrow it n i sits on it n i shits but insted of a tiolet undr it theres mr cunt. his face is there n he taks my shit. n thts my fancy. the end." The class listened with rapt attention. They could all relate to the medical commode chair, and to the elderly relatives who needed it. They laughed when he mentioned the white color and of course supplied the words "is terrific" in unison. They started kidding Slim when he went on about loving his grandmother. But when I read the scat suggestion, they went ballistic. "Ewww, that's nasty." "No fuckin' way, Jimmyboy." "Yoo aint gonna go shittin our Mr. Cunt, Man." "Yeah, I don't want his mouth on my dick after you shit on it." "Is that what turns you city boys on? You can just go to hell." "Come on, Mr. Cunt. Yoo aint gonna let him do that is yoo." "Well, Slim Jim, it looks like you've been outvoted. I'm not really into Scat myself." "So it's a shit story then," Jim said, not realizing the irony of his sentence. "Well, to be literal, it is a shit story, but that's not saying it's a bad story. You saw how the class was intrigued as you built up the scene. And even their strong reactions at the end proved that what you had to say had power. No, you're not going to see this fantasy carried out, at least not here with me. But instead I think you could see it published." "What the fuck?" "You see, there are many guys who enjoy scat and who would enjoy reading this. I'll tell you what I have in mind later on, but first let me read Reggie's paper." "i has this girl Sue Ellen." The class erupted in hoots. "We's all had Sue Ellen, Man." Laughter. Reggie started punching Peter who was the nearest, trying to defend the honor of his beloved cheerleader. "OK, OK, come on, Men. let's hear the rest of Reggie's fantasy." They calmed down a little and I started reading again. "i has this girl Sue Ellen. and she likes how i fucks her, coz i fucks her reel good both pussy n ahole. n we pets lots coz she gots nice big melons n her kisses they is hot. but she dont lik to suck me off none n that makes me mad, but she says she gives me head if i give it her lik she wants me to eat her pussy. she says she lovs when guys eat her bever it maks her reel xited. but i dont lik that. it stinks in there n tastes funy n looks werd n feels tickly lik n sounds i dont no how it sounds. so id lik to hav mr cunt cum over n eat her pussy for me but i no he wont do that coz hes a fery faggit so he dont lik pussy but i bet if i cood make him do that Sue Ellen wood lik it n show her gratood to me." "Now, once again, we have a story that everyone here can relate to. All males enjoy getting their cocks sucked." "Even yoo, Teach?" "Ha, he aint no male. He aint got one of these!" "Yes, Emer, even I enjoy a good BJ when I can get one. All guys do. But for some reason, most females do not like giving head. So Reggie struck a chord there. And later when I read how Sue Ellen gets real excited when a guy eats her beaver, I noticed a lot of knowing nods in the room." Reggie frowned and glanced quickly around. "The mark of a good story is how much it engages the audience. Oh, one thing though, Reggie, I'm glad you worked on getting all the senses in, but don't overdo it." "Yeah, Sue Ellen's box dont make no noise, Man. And I shood know!" I continued reading a few more, several of which followed the single theme of exhibitionism. Hernando wanted me to suck him off in the morning in the middle of the track; Antonio wanted me to do it at noon in the center of the quad; and Carl wanted it at half time center court. Emer had a unique perversion; he wanted to present me to his pit bull as a reward for being such a faithful companion. He thought his Butch should have a new bitch. Pepe described a water sports fantasy, where he and several other Chicanos took me out into the woods and used me for a pissing post. His account was so graphic that I got the feeling he was describing an actual event and was merely substituting me for the previous victim. Not too suprisingly, this human urinal fantasy did not elicit his classmates' disgust like Slim Jim's scat suggestion did. "Hey, Teach, yoo sed yoo was gonna tell us bout publishin." "That's right, Jim. Thank you for remembering that. Let me explain. There are a lot of good ideas for stories here. And there is an audience for every one of them. You guys know about the internet, right?" "We knows how to get porn, yeah!" "OK, well, there's a website called Nifty's." I wrote the URL on the board. "Nifty's has tons of great stories just like yours. They're written by lots of guys who just want to share their fantasies with others. I've put some of my own stories there. Now, frankly, none of your stories are ready to be published yet. They need a lot of editing and proofreading. But I'd like you to take a look at this site this weekend. Read some of the stories. Read some of mine if you want. Then on Monday if any of you are interested, I'll be happy to help you get your story ready to submit." All ten of them grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the URL. I also explained to them that I used the pen name Herb Cat for my stories, and they could find them listed under prolific writers. I saw Malcolm frowning at me over on the side of the room.