Staying With Aunt Evelyn

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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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