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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 22" (nc, mc, underwear, ws)
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Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 03:10:05 -0400
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-TWO

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Cory smiled as he wolfed down his supper.  He had a
lot to smile about.  First there was the wicked party
at his house after school.  Making seventeen-year-old
Kenneth Ballard their own personal sex toy had been
hot, and knowing he was helping Dominic get a bit of
revenge back on the boyfriend of his sister made it
even hotter.  Then there were the looks on Mrs
Gilles's face and that of her daughter when he showed
up at the house in Billy's red corvette.  He'd just
intended on getting a lift, but their anxiety thinking
that Billy might come in while Julius and his sons
were at home was hilarious.  He couldn't help it if
they were related to Goosey Gilles and had become part
of his revenge on him.  Besides, like Billy said, they
were just bitches, and bitches were made by God to
please men.  When God made Eve as Adam's helpmate, it
wasn't to help do the dishes Billy had laughed.  His
parents had phoned while he was away with the news
that his father was going to be away at least until
the weekend, and his mother too.  He missed them both,
being one those boys who did have a happy home life,
so that wasn't something to smile about, but it also
meant he'd have more time and opportunity to continue
tormenting Goosey and his family, which definitely was
a happy thought.  Then of course there was supper. 
Mrs Gilles was as good in the kitchen as she was in
the bedroom.  He'd have to tell her that tonight.  And
last, there was the chance bumping into Ben  . . . 
what's his name.  He might finally be getting a clue
why he'd gotten such total control over Kenneth that
evening.

Ben What's His Name was happy too, but the anticipated
visit by Cory Wilson was also accompanied by the
greatest angst he'd ever felt in his thirteen years of
living.  Short and pudgy and a quiet loner and
painfully shy, he was desperately lacking in personal
communication skills, all of which meant he had no
close friends.  What was he going to say when Cory
arrived?  He didn't really know any of the things
other guys were interested in, like music groups or
television celebrities or sports.  Suppose he said or
did something to make him look foolish?  He absolutely
never had friends over to this house, and had never
been invited over to anyone else's house, except for
birthday parties when he was a little kid.  Suppose he
totally blew it?  Suppose Cory told everyone at school
the next day what a nerd he was?  Suppose Cory didn't
show up?

After supper he went to his room and straightened the
cover on the bed, hoping the pattern wasn't too nerdy
but not knowing what other boys had on their beds,
made sure his pajamas were in the dresser drawer where
he'd put them before supper instead of keeping them
under his pillow, just in case they needed the pillow
or something, checked his desk to make sure there was
nothing nerdy on it, put the picture of his mom and
dad in his desk drawer and then took it out and put it
on his desk again, and checked the clock a dozen times
in the six minutes left before six-thirty.  When the
minute hand joined the hour hand on the six he knew
Cory wasn't coming and his heart sank.  When the
doorbell rang, he leaped so high off the bed it was a
surprise his head didn't hit the ceiling.

"Hi," greeted Cory as the door opened.  "I've come to
see Ben."

The woman looked somewhat surprised and a little
puzzled.  Maybe it was because of his copper headband.
 As she began to turn, Ben came running to the door.

"Hi," he said with a wide grin.

"Hi."

"Ah, this is my mom, and, ah, Mom, this is Cory."

"Hi," Cory said with his best behaviour smile.  He'd
have called her Mrs whatever, but he still couldn't
remember Ben's last name.  In fact as he'd biked over
to 154 Briarwood Close, he came to the conclusion he'd
never heard Ben's last name mentioned, and to his
disappointment they didn't have one of those "Welcome
to the What's Their Name's" signs outside.

"Well, come on in.  Ben, you didn't tell us you were
expecting company," she said with a pleased smile. 
That was true.  Fearing Cory wouldn't actually come,
he didn't want to look foolish by telling his parents
he was going to have company.

"Cory's come over to, ah-."

"Look at some neat computer stuff Ben was telling me
about."

"Well, you boys go on up to Ben's room then.  And
don't forget the computer rule, Ben," she warned.  Oh
boy, thought Cory, here comes the shit about not
surfing sites kids weren't supposed to surf, as if any
kid in the world was going to follow that rule.  "No
eating or drinking anything by the computer," she
finished.  Now that rule wasn't what he'd been
thinking.

"We won't," Ben promised, feeling embarrassed.  Why
did his mother have to mention that, like he was a
little kid or something?  He was thirteen!  Well, by a
week now, not that anybody had noticed other than his
mom and dad and his grandparents.

"If you want to know anything about computers, you've
come to the right person," his mother said with a
smile.  "Ben knows more about that sort of thing than
his father and I combined.  He spends hours on it." 
Ben blushed, with the praise, and with the
embarrassing comment about how much time he spent on
it.  Of course he did.  He had no friends to do
anything else with to occupy his time.  Before his
mother embarrassed him any more, he lead Cory to his
room.

It was the typical room of a thirteen-year-old boy, a
bed, a dresser, a bookcase, and a desk with his school
books sitting on it.  It was not typical in that it
was exceptionally neat and tidy, and the bookcase was
crammed full with books, mostly hard cover books about
computers, and there were no posters or anything on
the walls.  It was also atypical in that it had a
computer desk and his own personal computer, printer,
scanner, and web cam and a neat row of computer
software and games that took up an entire shelf on the
wall beside the computer.  The printout about the Mind
Mouse was right on top of a stack of papers.

"So, tell me all about this Mind Mouse thing."

"Yeah, sure!" Ben replied as he picked it up, and then
looked around.  He knew he'd screw up something.  He'd
forgotten to get an extra chair for Cory to sit on. 
They could sit on his bed, but sitting on a guy's bed
was sort of personal.  "Ah, here," he said, shoving
the papers at Cory.  "I'll get you a chair.  Ah, you
can sit on mine.  I'll get another chair for me.  I'll
be right back."  He knew he was going to look stupid. 
He was back before Cory even had time to sit.

"So, where'd you get this?"

"From the Future Horizons website."

"Yeah?"  Cory had never heard of it.  "So what is it
exactly?"

"It's a hands-free computer controller that lets you
operate the computer without using your hands."

"How the fuck can it do that?"

Ben glanced automatically at the door.  He hadn't
thought to close it.  To do so now would be obvious,
and one thing Ben did not like being was obvious.  But
if his mother heard such language. . . .

"Sorry.  I forget my language sometimes."

"That's okay.  Really."

"So, how does this thing work?"

"It has this headband, or harness they call it, that
has three sensors that detect electric signals on the
forehead produced by your face muscles, your eye
movement, and your brain.  It sends these electric
signals to an interface box-."

"Whoa!  Did you say electric signals produced by your
brain?"

"Yeah.  The brain produces these different types of
brain waves, which are energy waves."

"No shit!"

"Really," Ben replied as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Okay, go on."

"Well, these signals are sent to an interface box that
amplifies and digitizes the signals and sends them to
the computer."

"Digitizes?"

"Yeah, you know, converts them into a number code, the
code computers use to operate."

"Oh yeah, sure," Cory replied, not having a clue what
Ben was talking about at that point.  "Go on."

"Well the headband comes with Cyberlink software that
decodes the signals into what they call BrainFingers. 
There's ten of them so you have continuous control of
the mouse cursor.  And the software decodes your eye
motion and your facial gestures besides so you can
like click the mouse button by your eye movement, and
you can do keystrokes and control curser resolution." 
Ben had gone way over Cory's head by then.  "You can
use the Cyberlink Mind Mouse to operate a joy stick,
video game controls, other software, Internet
browsers, even to create music and art."

"No fuckin' way!"

"Really."  It felt strange to have another guy cursing
like Cory did, sort of daring, something he'd never do
in a million years.

"So why did they make this?  Because people are too
lazy to use their hands?"

"No, mostly for handicapped people.  You can use the
mind mouse for all kinds of assistive technologies."

"Assistive what?"

"Devices the handicapped can get to help them.  Like
the X-10 Home Controller, ViVik2, Word Plus, almost
any type of word processing and communication software
for people who can't use their hands."

"Wow, you must need a special computer to do all that
junk," Cory said, having no idea what most of it meant
but impressed all the same.

"Not really.  You just need a PC with a Pentium
Processor, 16 MB RAM and 20 MB Disk Space VGA or
better, and Windows 95."

"It must cost a bundle."

"Yeah.  It's $1495, plus shipping."

"Whoa!  That's a lot of cash!  How'd you find out
about it?"

"I was just looking for stuff.  On the Internet," Ben
replied a bit evasively.  "There's lots of other stuff
like it too."

"No way."

"Really.  Like there's a thing they have that's called
the Mind Switch that allows a person to turn
electrical appliances on and off with their mind, and
that can adjust the control of like the volume of the
radio or TV by using EEG signals."

"Egg signals?"

"No, EEG, not EGG.  That stands for
electroencephalography.  Scientists found out when you
close your eyes the brain increases signals in the
8-13Hz part of the brain spectrum, what they call the
alpha waves.  They use EEG to detect things like brain
tumours and schizophrenia, and in biofeedback where a
patient can modify his own EEG signal to like slow
down his heart and stuff.  According to Silent Sounds
Inc. it's possible by using supercomputers to detect
human emotional EEG patterns, copy them, and silently
induce them to change the emotional state of another
person."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!  Slow down!  Tell me all that
again, slower."

"Well, you see the EEG machine is software-driven by
super-fast computers using noisenulling technology
like nuclear submarines use to detect small objects at
great distances.  By using these computer-enhanced
EEGs, scientists can pick up and separate the brain's
low amplitude waves, like say a particular emotion
signature cluster like say fear, synthesize them, and
store them on a computer.  They can then send the
waves out on a Silent Sound carrier frequency to
trigger the same emotion in another person."

"Shit!  And what is a Silent Sound carrier?"

"Things like microwave signals, or radio and
television signals.  They are sent through the air but
you can't hear them until a device like the microwave
receiver or the TV picks them up and converts them
into sounds we can hear, or sounds that we think we
can hear."

"What you mean by that?"

"Well, like a TV will decode the signal and play it at
a frequency your conscious mind can hear, but if the
signal was aimed at your brain at 16 kHz only your
unconscious mind would hear it.  That's why sometimes
people with fillings can hear radio messages.  The
fillings change the low frequency wave into a higher
frequency so your conscious mind can pick it up.  But
in most people your unconscious mind is receiving it
and storing it but just not telling you sort of."

"So, like, you could send a message at this low
frequency that say tells a person they're horny and
their brain can pick it up but they don't know it
has."

"Exactly.  That's what the army did during Desert
Storm to influence the Iraqi's."

"They told the Iraqi's they were horny?"

"No," giggled Ben.  "They sent subliminal messages by
computer and huge radio transmitting towers near the
battlefront telling the Iraqi's to surrender."

"And you found all this stuff out on the Internet?"

"Yeah."

"Shit, and I thought the only thing the Internet was
good for was to find porn," Cory said with a grin.

"Oh no, it's-," began Ben, and then realizing Cory was
joking he laughed.  He was not used to people telling
him jokes.  He was not used to laughing either.  It
felt good.  "Not that you'd be interested in anything
like that," Cory continued with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh no," Ben replied with a grin as he shook his head.
 He wondered if he dared show Cory his porn collection
of big-boobed women but was too afraid what he might
think or say.  "Want me to show you some of the web
sites?  About Silent Sound and stuff?"  That was a lot
safer.

"Sure."

Turning on his computer, Ben began with Future
Horizons, which he'd bookmarked, and went on to some
of his other favourite sites.  His mother came up with
a plate of cookies and milk, and after a break they
returned to the computer until she came up again and
said it was getting late and they'd have to quit.  To
their surprise it was nine-thirty.  Ben had never
spent such a delightful evening in his entire life.

So, if he understood everything right, his headband
was somehow acting like the Mind Mouse or Mind Switch,
taking his thoughts and converting them to silent
sound and transmitting them to the other person's
brain, which decoded the thoughts so they could be
"heard".  He and his great-grandfather were using the
headband at that conscious level of thinking, but were
drawing on their subconsciousness also when they
summoned up their feelings and broadcast them too,
sending those emotional signature cluster things,
which was why they could make people feel horny or
whatever.  And there were some times when they
operated more at the subconscious level, when emotions
were the main thing broadcast instead of thoughts,
like when he'd been annoyed with his mother and angry
with Kenneth, or those times his great-grandfather had
mentioned in his diary.  They all involved emotions
which he still didn't understand why but somehow made
the other person totally accept the thought that went
with it, like to frig your ass with a pepper mill or
to be a slave, to jump out a window or even throw
yourself in front of a horse-drawn wagon.  That was
what he figured anyway, and there was one way to prove
it, which would be easy since he was living with the
test animals.

Arriving at the Gilles, he went straight to the family
room where the family was accustomed to gathering at
the end of the day before going to bed.  Stripping
down and joining them, he first tried something
simple, like thinking about Annette scratching her
pussy, and when that didn't work, scratching her
armpit, and finally scratching her nose.  When nothing
worked, he tried to make her cry by thinking of the
saddest things he could, like the death of his
grandfather.  She shifted uncomfortably, but he didn't
achieve his objective of making her cry.  Of course it
was sort of a fake sadness in that he really hadn't
known his grandfather all that well really.  It wasn't
like his anger with Kenneth.  He focussed on Julius
and his hate for the man because of the way he treated
kids and tried one of his great-grandfather's tricks,
thinking of him picking his nose, but all he did was
shift uncomfortably too.  Remembering that he'd read
something that night about brainwaves becoming lower
if you closed your eyes, he closed his, and when that
didn't work, he tried blinking them and rolling them
and tried using his face muscles until finally
Antoinette asked him if something was wrong.  Giving
up in disappointment, he realized he was hungry again
and wondered if there was any more peach pie left.

"Is there any more peach pie left?"

Cory looked up in surprise.  It had been Anton who had
asked, not him.

"Yes there is."

"Can I have a slice?  I'm feeling sort of hungry."

"That's funny, so am I," replied his mother.  "I was
just thinking of peach pie myself actually."

The rest of the family confessed they were too. 
Realizing he really hadn't been actually thinking
consciously about it but was more like feeling it, as
they gathered at the table, he decided to try it
again, this time thinking about how his balls felt
being itchy and closing his eyes for added luck. 
Slowly, one by one, the male Gilles's reached down
between their legs and scratched.

"Well, I'm pooped.  I'm going to bed," he said with a
fake yawn as he got up, sending what he hoped was a
feeling of tiredness to everyone, along with a last
subliminal message.

Telling Antoinette he was too tired for fucking, he
went to Francois' room to sleep.  As soon as everyone
had gone to their bedrooms, he crept down to the
family room, turned on the lamp by the sofa, set up
the video camera, and then hid behind Juliette's bean
bag chair.  He did not have to wait long.  Five
minutes later Mrs Gilles slipped into the room and
headed straight for the sofa where he'd been sitting
and sat down.  Picking up his underwear that he'd left
there on purpose, she held it to her face and sniffed
it and then rubbed it over her cheek with a look like
it was the finest silk.  She sniffed around the fly,
stained a light yellow from the last drop of piss, and
from the look of delight in her eyes you'd think she
was smelling a rose.  Closing her eyes and burying her
face in his soiled underwear just like in the fantasy
he'd imagined before going to bed, she caressed her
breasts and then reached down and caressed her pussy,
which he had not envisioned though he'd thought about
how he felt when he was horny.  She was soon moaning
and squirming as her finger slicked in and out of her
hot, dripping cunt as she brought herself to an
orgasm.

Juliette was next, only minutes after her mother had
left.  It was so erotic to see the naked
seven-year-old sitting there on the sofa with her face
buried in his now warm underwear after her mother had
done the same and rubbing her young, hairless slit. 
Of course she was not as vigorous as her mother had
been and didn't insert her finger, and although she
felt the same horniness, she really didn't know what
the feeling was other than rubbing herself between her
legs helped to reduce it.  Her breathing slowly grew
deeper and her chest, looking no different from a
young boy's and still having the fatty breast padding
of a child rose and fell as she rubbed her little slit
as fast as she could, her face buried in the soiled,
white briefs.  Like her mother, she rubbed until her
little naked body was jerking uncontrollably with the
very first orgasm of her life.  As she got up and left
on weak, wobbly legs, the dazed look on her surprised
and flushed face was worth staying up to see.

She was followed by her nine-year-old brother Francois
who similarly sniffed the crotch of the warm underwear
like a little pervert as he fiddled with his little
dick which quickly grew hard, evidence of his
pleasure.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply into the
soiled underwear as he pumped his thumb and first
finger up and down his throbbing, aching little
three-inch cocklet.  He'd fiddled with himself before,
innocently and absentmindedly as all children do until
his parents told him that was a bad thing to do, which
his parents did.  These past four weeks he'd resumed
his fiddling, usually at night in bed before he went
to sleep when thoughts of Lane Spudder fucking him as
his older brother and father were fucked caused his
little dick to become hard.  It had become sort of a
habit, and when Anton and he started to sleep in the
same bed, he'd had to go to the bathroom to please
himself.  In those times he quit after a couple
minutes, and before when he had his own bed he usually
fell asleep doing it.  This night, for the first time,
he went all the way.  It was not his first orgasm,
having achieved that both having his little cocklet
sucked by his brother and by having had his ass
royally fucked, but it was the first by his own hand. 
As his body trembled and his little thin legs jerked,
he inhaled the fragrance of Cory's used underwear
deeply and groaned with his dry orgasm.

There was a bit of a break before his older brother
Anton slipped into the room, the twelve-year-old
probably having had to wait until he figured his
brother was asleep.  Like his kid brother he rubbed
the underwear over his face as he jerked off.  It was
not, unlike his kid brother, the first time he'd ever
masturbated, having resorted to that release when his
raging hormones and young imagination got the best of
him and he had to satisfy the ache of his constantly
stiff little cocklet.  And of course he'd just that
Sunday been jacked off and jacked off Billy Dean, his
first experience doing someone else and having someone
else do him which to his added guilt and disgust
afterward, had been with a black man.  Having shot off
a load after school fucking Kenneth Ballard, his
preteen balls had not yet refilled and so like his kid
brother he wanked until he had a dry orgasm.

Annette was next, and like her brothers and her sister
and mother, she sniffed the used underwear and ran it
over her cheeks and her lips, and closed her eyes in
the ecstasy of the fragrance as she finger fucked her
bald pussy.  As Cory watched her finger slipping in
and out of her naked slit and saw the droplets of cunt
juice dripping between her legs and onto the sofa, he
thought about the videos Billy had shown him of her
shaving herself and finger fucking herself, and of him
fucking the shit out of her.  That had really been
hot, and seeing the fourteen-year-old now vigorously
diddling herself while sniffing his dirty white briefs
was doubly hot.

Julian was the next to appear, and like his younger
brothers, he just as eagerly sought out the still warm
underwear and sniffed it as he fiddled with his cock. 
Unlike his two younger brothers, he had succumbed to
the joys of jacking off several years ago and did it
on a regular basis, though that wasn't something he'd
admit to anyone, and especially to his buddies or his
soccer teammates.  It was his only sexual outlet at
the moment, but he was hoping that was about to
change.  To Cory's surprise, the sixteen-year-old was
much larger than he'd been lead to believe from when
he'd seen his dick when they sat around naked, his
stiff dick being at least five and a half inches when
it was stiff.  Normally jacking off to thoughts of his
girlfriend or any of a dozen other girls he knew,
jerking off sniffing a thirteen-year-old boy's used
underwear was totally new to him, but he had an
irresistible urge to do just that, and doing it,
brought him as intense pleasure as jerking off
thinking of girls.  Being naked and not having brought
anything to catch his stuff, he grabbed the first
thing he saw, which happened to be the bowl of
unpopped and half-popped popcorn kernals, and from the
thickness and amount of his spooge, he evidently had
been very turned on indeed.  As Cory watched Julian
sniffing his used underwear and shooting off a load,
he wondered what his girlfriend would think if she saw
the video, or what his soccer team buddies would
think.  Now that would be wicked!

Goosey was the last of them, and like the rest of his
family, he took great delight in Cory's underwear. 
Seeing the hairy, overweight forty-four-year-old
teacher sniffing his dirty briefs and pumping his
stiff, throbbing cock like some oversexed and under
satisfied teenager was wicked.  Like the rest of his
family, he'd had this strange, compelling urge to
smell and feel his thirteen-year-old guest's used
underwear, an urge he could not resist, and one he'd
tried several times that night to satisfy only to find
one or another of his family was having a restless,
sleepless night.  Now that he had his chance, he
stretched back and enjoyed the smell of the boy's
underwear, sniffing the piss-stained crotch like it
was an exotic perfume as he pumped his stiff, six-inch
cock.  Like Julian he hadn't brought anything to catch
his load in, and like his oldest son, he grabbed the
same bowl and added his thick spurts of spooge to it. 
Cory smiled at the sight of his hated teacher getting
his nuts off in the family popcorn bowl while sniffing
his used underwear.  That would be something to show
his students!  Maybe he could offer to tape another
video of Julius jerking off sniffing the used
underwear of whoever was the highest bidder.  Or maybe
he should send the video to the Area Superintendent,
Dominic's father.  Now that would really be wild! 

When he came into the kitchen the next morning for
breakfast, he could see the guilt in everyone's eyes
although as far as each knew what had happened during
the night was their secret.  He innocently asked if
anyone knew where he'd left his underwear the night
before, and to his amusement, all seven spoke up.

So Cory was in a great mood in his Health class second
period.  Mel, as usual, asked if he could leave the
room in the middle of the period, and as usual Julius
told him to hold it until the break.  Mel impishly
asked if Julius would hold it for him, to which Julius
exploded and told him he wasn't putting up with such
insolence and to go see the Vice Principal.  Melvin
angrily asked why, was his lover going to hold it for
him, of course having seen the tape in health 8B of
the two of them sixty-nining.  It was the first time
anyone had mentioned the tape since they'd seen it
almost five weeks ago and there was a gasp from the
class as they held their breath waiting for the
response.  Unable to think of one, Julius resorted to
his sarcasm, saying considering how often he had to go
to the bathroom he should follow in his father's
footsteps and become a janitor.  Mel replied his
father was the head custodian, not a janitor, and that
there was nothing wrong with being a custodian, to
which Julius agreed, if your ambition in life was to
clean toilets, which was all Melvin was going to
amount to the way he was going.

Both were angry and on top of it Julius was haggard,
having had no sleep the previous night as he'd tried
to come to terms with his latest perversion, sniffing
used underwear of a thirteen-year-old boy.  Cory,
feeling empathy for Mel and feeling all the more angry
with Julius, stepped in at that point, not verbally,
but mentally, and summoning up all the anger he could
feel and closing his eyes for good measure, he
pictured Julius in the boy's room  . . .  cleaning the
urinals  . . .  with his tongue  . . .  like a little
kid licking the last bits of ice cream from his bowl. 
Opening his eyes a crack and seeing the man's face had
gone blank, he closed his eyes and concentrated all
the more fiercely like his great-grandfather had done
with the priest, projecting how desperately he had to
lick out the urinal, and how enjoyable it would be,
not in words as he'd been doing, but in feelings.

Telling the class to continue working and that they'd
be in trouble if he heard of any misbehaviour while he
was gone, Julius headed to the door, his eyes glazed
and his motions robotic.  Everyone thought it was
because of his anger, and that he was going to Stewart
Millburne to report Mel, or to find Mel's father and
tell them what his son had done.  Mel was sure of it
too.  Cory of course knew differently.  Telling Mel
and his best buddy Anthony to come with him, he
stopped first at the  drama room to borrow the video
recorder and then headed to the boys' room.  As they
stepped inside, Mel and Anthony could not believe
their eyes. There was Julius Gilles in his suit and
tie kneeling before the far urinal and licking it. 
They were in the old wing of the school where they
still had the old urinals that extended down to the
floor and looked like porcelain tubs standing on their
ends and that were flushed manually, except the manual
flushes were usually broken, not that boys bothered to
use them anyway.  Although it was only the second
period of the day, you could already see yellow
streaks along the back, except where Julius had
already licked.

Julius ignored the three boys as he focussed on his
objective.  He had to clean the urinal until it was
spotless white.  The foul, salty taste, the
possibility of who knows what diseases, the filthiness
of what he was doing, the fact three of his students
were watching and Cory Wilson was taping it, none of
it mattered.  All that mattered was that he lick the
urinal clean.  He could think of nothing else.  He
loved the saltiness, craving it like a man craves
salted peanuts or potato chips. He loved the sharp,
nitrogenous odour of piss which grew stronger as he
licked down closer to the drain.  He savoured it as a
man savours the fragrance of a fine wine.  Anthony and
Mel stared unbelieving at the sight, and with unhidden
amusement, especially Mel who found his hated
teacher's behaviour fitting considering the heated
exchange they'd just had.  For the next twenty minutes
Julius knelt there, licking the back and sides of each
of the urinals.  His tongue was sore and red from the
salty, nitrogenous piss, and his jaw was aching from
stretching open that long, but neither stopped him. 
The school had strict rules about boys not using the
washrooms during classes, though not all teachers
enforced the rules strictly so there was the danger of
someone else coming in and finding him.  If another
boy had come in it wouldn't have mattered to Julius. 
All that mattered was ensuring the urinals were clean.
 It didn't matter to Cory either.  He even considered
having him continue through the break but figured
there just might be one guy who came in that wouldn't
be able to keep his mouth shut and the other teachers
would overhear, and there was always some suckhole who
would even go so far as to report what he'd seen
directly to the Principal. There would be no telling
where that would lead.  So as the end of period bell
was about to ring, he mentally told Julius he'd done a
great job and that was enough for today, but that he'd
do it again if he was told to, and that they wouldn't
tell anyone what he'd done as long as he didn't report
Mel.

"What the hell just happened?" Mel asked as they
dropped off the video recorder back at the drama room,
minus the videotape.

"Hey, the guy's a weirdo," observed Anthony.  "You
should see what he does with dogs in the park."

"How'd you do that?" Mel asked Cory, thinking Anthony
was joking.

"Do what?"

"Make the bastard lick the urinals."

"Me?" asked Cory innocently, giving Mel his most
angelic look.

"Well, I don't give a damn how.  I'm just glad you
did, and after seeing him licking the fuckin' urinals
I don't give a damn if he reports me to Millburne, or
to my dad."

"Oh, I have a feeling he won't be reporting you
Melster," Cory said.

Mel glanced at him curiously, and then at the tape. 
"Blackmail?"

"I don't think we'll have to," Cory said, letting Mel
think that would be the reason.

"Well, I owe you dude, big time.  Anything you ever
want, you just ask."

"Hey, anytime Melster.  Stay cool," he said as he
arrived at his math classroom.

As Anthony carried on to his class, he gave his buddy
a thumbs up.  Like Mel, he knew Cory had done it
somehow, which was as weird and as mysterious as
seeing Goosey lapping up the back of the urinal, but
then Cory was an exceptional guy, and he was his best
buddy.  Besides, he was only thirteen.  Who was he to
question how things happened?  The world was full of
mysterious things going on.

The image of Goosey in the boys' room kept Cory in
good spirits for the rest of the morning and well into
the afternoon.  Goosey of course was a basket case for
the rest of the day.  His nightmare of last night had
suddenly gotten worse, and no matter how hard he tried
to focus on his lessons, he could think of nothing
else than what he'd done last night and in his Health
8 class.  How could he have sniffed a boy's underwear,
and then spent twenty minutes licking the urinals in
the boys' room?  He had to be mentally ill.  Teachers
had mental breakdowns due to the stress of the job. 
He just never heard of any teacher doing what he was
doing though.  Of course if that was what happened to
other teachers when they had a breakdown, they
certainly wouldn't be telling anyone.  Not only
couldn't he stop thinking about it, he couldn't get
the foul, salty taste out of his mouth, no matter how
much coffee he drank.  In fact every cup tasted like
piss.

Heading to science class the last period of the day,
Cory spotted Nick Dawson walking his girlfriend Molly
to the classroom with his arm about her waist, which
was against one of the many rules the school had, and
a way to get back at her for hassling Ben the previous
day popped into his head, causing him to smile.  He
loved it when ideas just popped into his head like
that. They were usually great ideas, and usually ones
against the rules or that adults would object to.  The
school had a strict dress code, no tight jeans, no
exposed necklines, no exposed midriffs, and no obscene
shirts.  He remembered Molly and her little snobbish
clique making a big stink about the rules when they
began going to Lincoln Junior High last year and had
complained how they should dress how they wanted and
that it was their bodies and they were after all now
in junior high, not little kids.

Well, he'd just see what he could do with that idea
with his headband.  They were doing an experiment in
class that day, which was going to allow him to move
around and keep an eye on her.  He began thinking how
hot it was in the room, again just feeling and not
thinking like he'd usually done when using the band,
but directing the feeling toward her, and as he saw
her fidgeting he knew he'd made contact with her
subconsciousness.  He then thought about how hot
looking their science teacher Mister Simmons was,
which was true.  Fresh out of university, the
dark-haired, dark-eyed twenty-two-year-old teacher was
good looking and he had all the junior high girls in a
twitter when he'd joined Lincoln Junior High that
September, and unlike most of the old fogies at the
school, except for Mrs. Pakorny, he was cool besides,
for a teacher anyway.

Molly shifted uncomfortably.  She was feeling
extremely hot, and she had the feeling someone was
staring at her.  At first she figured it was that nerd
Ben Hanson, but every time she looked in his direction
he was focussing on their experiment with Wilbur
Thornton.  Figured.  The two were into science.  She
glanced over at Mr. Simmons.  He was so hot.  She
wished he'd notice her more.  She unbuttoned the top
button of her blouse, and then the next.  She called
him over and asked him if she was doing the experiment
right.  When he looked down, he could not help but
look right down her blouse.  As he blushed, she stuck
her chest out.  That was so hot!

Matt Simmons knew he should tell her to button up, but
the room was hot, and it was a dumb rule.  Besides,
she had nice tits for a thirteen-year-old.  He shook
his head.  Where did that thought come from?  What
could he possibly be thinking?  They fired teachers
for those kinds of thoughts.  Encouraged by his glance
at her breasts and the lack of reprimand for having
her blouse unbuttoned, she undid still another button
and as Matt Simmons sat down at his desk she
approached, and leaned over in front of him to show
him her lab notes and ask if she was doing them right.
 She could feel the heat of his breath on her breasts,
and she wished he'd suck on them.  Shocked, she
returned to her desk.  What was she possibly thinking?
 How could she have thought such a thing?  It was hot
though, she had to admit.  And it had been exciting
and daring to expose her breasts to him.  He evidently
liked them.  She was so absorbed in her thoughts she
didn't even hassle Ben as they headed down the hall
like she usually did. 

*********

Thanks to Ben for the ideas about Ben's personality
and increasing Cory's use of the headband, and to Mel
for the urinal idea.  For the page Ben printed out on
the Mind Mouse and Cory saw check out
http://www.sforh.com/pointing/mindmouse-head.html What
else would you like to see happen?  What movies would
you like Billy Dean to produce?  What fun and havoc
can Cory create while living with the Gilles's and
with his own home vacant of supervising parents?  Have
you ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their permission.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, and Father Henry. 
Player characters created by readers so far are
Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean and Ben
Hanson with a supporting cast of Jonah and Lane,
Nicole Halder, Molly and Nick, and of course Lad and
the star of the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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