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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 11: _School Plans_


Having once taken over Elgy Hasher, the 15 year-old who was Fred's 
familiar, Sam could always find him again, whether or not Fred was in 
residence.  Now he located the lad in Fred's favorite haunt: the food 
court of the Dunston Street mall.  Though the tables were loaded with 
teenagers of both sexes eyeing each other, Fred was surprisingly absent.

Sam settled into the lad's head without taking control.  _Where's Fred?_

The boy jumped convulsively.  "Who -- what --"

_It's Sam, Elgy.  I'm in your head but leaving you in control.  Has Fred
been gone long?_

"God, Sam, you're scaring the hell out of me!"

_Scaring you?  Doesn't Fred talk to you this way?_

The boy stood up, obviously agitated.  "No, no!  Don't do this!  Get 
out!"

Conversation around them ceased.  Faces turned furtively.

_All right.  Take a walk down the hall._

As Elgy lurched toward the exit, Sam withdrew and took over the mind of
a boy, alone and younger than Elgy, strolling towards the entry, bent 
forward under a heavy backpack.  He would have passed Elgy in the 
opposite direction except that Sam caused him to stop in Elgy's path.

"What's the matter with you, Elgy?  This is _Sam_.  You know I won't 
hurt you."  The boy's voice started off in a high pitch but broke lower
at the second sentence.

Elgy stopped and stepped back a pace.  His furrowed brow cleared at 
sight of the obviously inoffensive boy.  "Oh, yeah?  How do I know 
that?"

Sam chuckled.  "Don't tell me Fred has been mistreating you."

Elgy said grumpily, "I'm getting tired of big fat cocks shoved up my 
ass."

"I thought you carried Vaseline!  Come on, let's sit over there.  I 
don't know what this kid's got in his backpack, but it's killing his 
back."

"Nerdy books," sniffed Elgy, following Sam to the bench against the 
wall.

Sam shrugged out of the backpack and dropped it on the seat beside him.
"How come you don't have a load of them?  I heard school started last 
week."

"Fuck school!"

"In the ass with a big fat cock?"

The older lad frowned.  "What do you want?"

"I wanted to hear Fred's tales of conquest.  It's been a few weeks since
our orgy in the bankrupt store.  How long has he been gone?"

"Since last night."

"Is he tired of you, Elgy?"

"I don't think so.  He was my uncle, you know.  Killed in a car wreck."

"That's too bad."

"It was my fault."

Sam blinked.  "You don't really mean that."

"Yes, I do.  He was getting a blowjob.  When he came, he lost it.  Hit a
big tree."

"He was getting and you were giving, right?"

"Yeah.  I didn't even get a scratch."

"I still say it wasn't your fault.  He was in charge."

"_He_ thinks it was my fault."

"I'll bet he does!  He wants you to feel guilty.  Where is he now?"

"Probably looking for a fag."

"When'd he leave you last night?"

"When his fat pig jizzed up my ass.  About ten."

"At least he lets you sleep."

"Yeah, and go to school.  He ain't no use in school."

"Won't help with the tests?"

"Hey, that's an idea!  I'll try him for math."

Sam chuckled -- actually more of a giggle.  "Try him on an old test 
first.  What do you mean, he's no use in school?"

"He won't bring me the foxes."

"How about other boys?  I hear old men love teenage boys -- or younger."

"Hell, no -- not in school!  They know me there."

"Wouldn't you have the same problem with girls?"

"Oh, no.  I'd love it if _they_ squealed!"

Sam grinned.  "The fact is, Elgy, I'm surprised he lets you go to school
at all."

The lad nodded.  "He didn't want to, but I told him the cops would be 
after me till I'm sixteen next year."

"And he can't teleport you.  Good.  You owe it to yourself to graduate 
from high school anyway.  When do you expect him again?"

"He'll be along in a little while."  Elgy studied Sam's young body.  
"And he'll like what he sees there.  What's that one, about twelve?"

"I don't know.  Why don't you ask him?"

"Huh?  Oh.  How old are you, kid?"

Sam relaxed his controls but remained resident in the boy's mind.  The 
lad blinked at Elgy, gasped, sprang to his feet and dashed away several
paces before coming to a halt and spinning around.  He licked his lips 
nervously.  "I need my backpack."

Elgy shrugged.  "Then come and get it.  Nobody's going to hurt you."

"You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure."  Elgy waved his arm.  "You see anybody else?"

Slowly the lad approached.  "You were in my head."

"Not me!  I'm the same as you, just a little older."

"How old?"

"Fifteen."

"I'm almost thirteen."  The boy reached tentatively for his pack.

"Sit down," Elgy invited, "and let's talk.  What's your name?"

The lad sat nervously, a good arm's length away.  Finally he said, 
"Hugh."

"I'm Elgy.  You look younger than thirteen."

"Well ...  I'm twelve and a half."

"Do you squirt yet?"

"I, I ..."  The boy stammered then nodded.

"Just started, I bet."

Hugh bit his lip.  "Who was it that was in my head?"

"Don't you remember him saying it?  That was Sam."

"Sam?  Who's he?"

"I don't really know.  He's sort of like a ghost.  No, more than a 
ghost.  He can do more things."

"Like what?"

"Well, take you over.  That's what he did to make you sit down on this 
bench."

"I guess I have to admit that," said the boy reluctantly.  "How do _you_
know about him?"

"Because I've got someone who takes me over too."

"Fred?"

"Yeah.  He was my uncle."

"_Was_?"

"He got killed but came back.  As a ghost who can take over people."

"Like a body snatcher?"

"Sort of, but not like in the movies.  He don't really hurt them, just 
makes them have fun."

"Fun?  I heard what you said about dicks up your ass.  _That_ didn't 
sound like fun!"

"Well, it _can_ be.  Sort of.  You've heard of fags, haven't you, Hugh?"

"I guess.  Guys that suck cocks and fuck assholes."

"Well, Fred was one.  Still is, when he takes over a body."

"And you?"

"I'm not as crazy about it as Fred."

"How about Sam?"

"I don't know.  He took over a woman and made her suck _my_ cock."

"He _did_?"

"Yeah."  Elgy grinned.  "You like that idea, do you?"

"A grown woman?"

"He checked her driver's license.  She was 39."

The boy's eyes were large.  "I've a heard a word for that."

"What?"

"Motherfucker."

Elgy chuckled.  "Sam didn't say if she was a mother."

"He could make any girl do that, couldn't he?"

"Or boy, I guess.  How long have you been squirting, Hugh?"

"I, I ..."  Eyes wide in fear, the lad grabbed his backpack and sprang 
up again, but immediately relaxed and leered around at the older boy.  
"What's on your mind, Elgy?  Want to taste it?"

"Hah!" Elgy barked.  "That's you, Sam!"  He took a breath.  "It's just 
as well.  This kid is too chicken."

"That wasn't the smoothest seduction I ever saw, either.  And if you're
thinking of fucking this boy's sweet little asshole, Elgy, I may have 
some objection."

"Why?  Because you'll feel it?"

"Precisely!  It's not something I enjoy, and it'll scare him to death."

"Loosen up, Sam, I got a tube of Vaseline in my pocket and I'll take it
easy.  Besides, I really want to poke this kid.  He's pretty as a girl.
Fred always brings me old guys."

Sam regarded him thoughtfully.  "You know, I am kind of curious, maybe 
enough to try it once.  I recall your dick in Letty's mouth.  It's 
smaller than most turds."

"Oh yeah?  It's big enough to make this kid squeal."

Sam giggled and shook his head.  "You need a _heavy_ course in fag 
seduction, my friend.  Huh!  Would you believe Fred is waiting for us?"
After a glance around he transported the two boys plus Hugh's backpack 
to the rear of Elgy's vacant store.


* * *


An impressively muscular young man lay naked on a flattened carton that
had once contained a refrigerator, stylishly disreputable clothing 
thrown nearby atop his sneakers.  He was whacking an adult-sized 
circumcised cock with the smooth skin of youth.  His hair was coal black
with thick pubes and discernible curls on his chest.  Only one bulb 
burned in the storeroom ceiling, casting a dim pall over the trashed 
floor and empty shelving.

"I was hoping you'd show up soon," Fred said in the young man's voice, 
brown eyes flashing.  "I didn't want to interrupt your chat with Elgy.
That _is_ Sam inside the pretty kid, right?"

"It sure is.  You must've been more than hoping."

"Why, 'cause I'm naked?  Take a look at this kid."  Fred got to his feet
and clenched a lumpy bicep in the manner of body-builder.  "Isn't he 
something else?  I get a hard-on just feeling of myself."

"Wow!" Elgy uttered.

"How old is he?" said Sam.

"Looks about 25, don't he -- till you see his clothes.  I checked his 
wallet, like you showed us with that broad.  He's got a restricted 
driver's license.  Would you believe he's a damn teenager, just 17?"

Elgy protested, "What'd'ya mean, a _damn_ teenager?"

Sam giggled and the young man laughed, continuing, "I mean he's probably
still shitting yellow, like you.  His name is Kirk Simpson.  Come here,
Elgy, and feel of his belly."

Elgy subsided with a grumbling sound but stepped up beside the young man
and ran hands over his chest and back, which produced another "Wow!"

"Feel of this," Fred demanded, thrusting his hips to flop the erect 
cock.

Elgy's hand encircled it.  He said defensively, "It's not any longer 
than mine, just fatter."

"Fat enough to love up your ass."

"Maybe ... if you hug me good."

Fred chuckled appreciatively.

Sam asked, "Where'd you find him?"

"In the sporting goods store.  He was lifting 150 pounds like it was a 
feather."

"Maybe that explains the muscle."

"What're you doing here in such a pretty little boy?"

"I tried to talk in Elgy's head, which upset him for some reason.  I 
caught this one so we could have a conversation."

"Talk in his _head_?"

"Yeah.  Make your subject hear your thoughts without taking him over.  
You mean you didn't know about that?"

"No."

"Try it next time.  Anyway, this kid is named Hugh.  Elgy wants to fuck
him."

Fred laughed.  "You mean he seduced you?"

"Hardly that.  I think I seduced myself.  Never did queer stuff with a 
human before.  I'm curious."

"Then strip down, kids.  The three of us will have a ball.  You and I 
will trade off on these newcomers.  Elgy can join in on his own."

All three were soon nude.  Fred caught the pretty boy frontally in his 
arms, his erect cock thrust under the lad's balls.  Sam expected an 
immediate attempt to penetrate anally but Fred began by planting a kiss
on the Hugh's lips, tongue probing.  Sam sucked it into the tender 
mouth.

Hands under the boy's buttocks lifted him easily.  Fred's tongue 
slathered the pubescent chest, unformed nipples and belly.

Fred declared, "God, this one is sweet!  We'll swap after awhile, Sam, 
and let you taste him."

"Damn you, Uncle!" said Elgy tightly.  "Don't love him too much."

"Shut up and suck my cock," ordered Fred.

Sam giggled.  "How can he do that?"

Fred raised the lad's hips higher and slurped the miniature cock, just 
beginning to rise, into his mouth.  Opening wider, he admitted the ball
sack also.

"Ooo!" uttered Sam at the shock and a sudden thrill.  "This kid is 
sensitive!"

Fred chuckled nasally, arching his back to ease Elgy's access below.  
For a minute the storeroom contained only slurping sounds and the mall's
unintelligibly distant voices.

Fred left off sucking long enough to complain, "I don't think this kid 
squirts yet."

"Keep it up!" Sam cried.  "You wouldn't believe how sweet this feels.  
Reminds me of the first time I jerked off, only better.  He'll come 
soon, I guarantee."

Thirty seconds later Fred released the firm little cock, still dripping
from the eye, and swallowed.  "He came all right!" Fred crowed.  "Not a
whole lot, though, and kind of watery.  But he made it!"

Sam giggled.  "Tell me about it!  But it was a super come-off.  I feel a
great contentment."

"Let him suck Elgy, Sam, while I claim that virgin ass."

Fred lowered the lad to his feet.  Elgy released Kirk and rose to lean 
against the wall.  Sam bent the lad forward toward the firmly upstanding
cock.  Elgy took it in hand and rubbed the lad's girlish lips.

"Give him a facial, Elgy," Fred added, moving behind the lad and 
catching his hips in both hands.

"Don't be so quick about volunteering my face," Sam complained but 
opened his mouth and admitted the organ.  Elgy began to fuck his face.
Sam gagged but quickly thought to hold the base of the plunging cock, 
limiting its travel.  He felt Fred's hands parting his nether cheeks and
a growing pressure on his anus.

"Christ!" Sam yelled.  "You're splitting me apart!"

"Relax, pal," Fred advised before pushing his cock forcefully past the 
resisting sphincter.

Deliberate straining as if to evacuate allowed the penetration.  A 
large lump slid oddly into the flesh of Sam's host.  He would have 
commented on the unexpected ease of entry except that his mouth was too
full for words.

"There," Fred said.  "I'm all the way in.  Does it feel better now?"

Sam would have grumbled, pro forma at least.

Elgy soon began to spew.  Immediately he withdrew his cock from boy's 
mouth and substituted his own hand.  Semen spurted into the virginal 
open mouth, up the nostrils and along the left cheek.

Sam sputtered.  "Jesus!  You trying to drown me?"


* * *


Two hours later, after the fucking and sucking of several general 
swap-arounds and one successful double penetration of Elgy's asshole, 
all three cocks were too limp to perform further.

Elgy rose up on an elbow and looked down at his two prone playmates.  
"Which one is currently Sam?"

"I," responded the weight-lifter with a sigh.

"When I was guiding you up my ass, you said something about a kid's hand
gripping you before.  Did you mean when you were a kid yourself?"

"No."  Sam took a breath.  "It happened less than a month ago.  You 
probably wouldn't believe it."

"Why not?"

"The kid's hand, about like Hugh's here, was in a woman's pussy up to 
the wrist.  I stuck my cock in under it and the kid took hold of it, 
still in her pussy.  Then I filled his hand with jizz."

"No shit!"

"I said you wouldn't believe it."

"You fuck a lot of girls, don't you, Sam?"

The weight-lifter grinned.  "All that hold still for it and some who 
won't."

"I've never fucked a girl, except when you were running Letty.  Fred 
won't help me out."

"Well, you know how Fred is."

"Okay, he's a fag.  But you'd think a guy who likes to fool around with
men would enjoy taking over girls."

Sam grinned at Fred, who was controlling the pretty boy's body and 
looking on with interest.  "He's got a point, pal."

"Do you have anyone especially in mind?" Fred asked.

"No one in particular," Elgy answered, "but there are six or seven girls
in my class I'd love to bonk."

"High school girls?" said Sam.  "I think Fred's pretty boy would prefer
seventh graders."

Fred sniffed.  "That's what _you_ want, Sam."

"My school is grades six to twelve," Elgy said.  "We could get any kind
of girl we want -- lots of them."

"Don't you find them all in the mall?" asked Sam.

"_Which_ mall!  Last year I heard talk of Jane Freeman getting bonked in
the furnace room after school."

"'Jane Freeman?'"

"A ninth grade fox."

"The furnace room doesn't sound very private."

"Well, it is.  It's in the basement and the furnace is automatic."

"What are you proposing, Elgy?"

"Couldn't you and Fred ... kinda snatch the snatch at school?"

Fred giggled through Hugh's pretty mouth.  "'Snatch the snatch?'  How 
would that work?"

Sam sniffed.  "Sounds like he's dreaming of us bringing him his dream 
girls."

"Okay," retorted Elgy, "what if I am?  Sam could grab other boys and 
help me fuck the girls."

Sam said thoughtfully, "We could switch off, Fred.  You could grab a 
girl and I'd take over Elgy for the fucking."

"I want to do my own fucking!" Elgy protested.

Sam shrugged.  "Fair enough.  Schools have plenty of boys.  In fact ...
Hmm!"

Fred cocked his head.  "You got another idea?"

"Yeah, lots of boys.  Just look at us!"

"So what?"

"Here we lie, fagged out, not a jumping cock among us.  You and I could
trade off boys and fuck all day."

"Wait a minute," said Fred, eyes wide.  "How would that work?"

"When one is fucked out, grab another who's fresh."  Sam chuckled.  "We
could even do a little research -- find out how many boys one girl can 
take without quitting."

"I'm sure she could suck fifty cocks," Fred said dreamily.  "What a 
great idea!"

"I'm sure her cunt can take another fifty," said Sam, animating the 
weight-lifter's face.  "In fact, I've heard of it."

"A porn movie?"

"Well, yeah.  But they talked about gangbanging one of the girls in my 
high school the year before I started."

"That's what it would be," said Elgy, eyes distant.  "A gangbang."

"You got a problem with that?" asked Fred.

"Not if I can watch those pissy bitches get fucked."

"I love it," declared Fred.  "Let's raid the high school first.  I used
to like big boobs.  Later we can do the half grown, titless ones."

"What do you care?  You'll be running the girls -- taking in the cocks."

"Somehow I tend to forget that.  Ha!  I could play with my own tits.  By
god, this could be interesting -- even with the titless ones."

"At least we won't get those pregnant," Sam said.

"Who cares about that?  That's their problem."

"Christ!" said Elgy, looking at his wristwatch.  "I've got to go."

In the adolescent Fred blinked.  "You what?"

Elgy stared at the young boy and sniggered.

"What now?" asked Fred.

"I was about to call you an old fart."  The snigger became a giggle.  
"Fact is, Fred, if I don't pass that history test tomorrow, Mom will 
ground me."

"Your Mom will ground you?  Jesus Christ, Elgy!"

"And worse: she won't sign for me to take Driver's Ed."

"Damn it, Sam, would you listen to that?"

Sam's host shook his head.  "He's a growing boy, Fred."

Elgy continued, "The test is on the Vietnamese War.  You were there, 
Fred.  Come help me study."

"Oh, shit," said the child's lips.  "I think I'll take a rest on Olympus."

Feeling Fred's departure, Sam chuckled and said, "He wasn't kidding, 
Elgy.  He's gone."

"Damn him!"

The lad, Hugh, backed away with a jerk and sat up, eyes roaming between
his two older companions.

"Take it easy, Hugh," said Elgy.  "You're all right."

The boyish chin trembled.  "You, you guys won't hurt me anymore, will 
you?"

"Hurt you?"  Elgy's eyebrows shot up.  "Show me the first bruise!"

The boy rubbed his buttocks.  "My asshole is sore."

"So's mine," Elgy proclaimed.  "It had two cocks in it, remember?"

Hugh's eyes widened.  "Yeah, it did."  He licked his lips.

"So you might as well sit back down.  Unless you got to go too."  As he
spoke, Elgy stumbled to his feet and began to don his scattered 
clothing.

"Is Sam still here?" asked Hugh.

Sam started to speak up but out of curiosity released Kirk's controls 
while staying resident in his head.  The muscular boy stirred restlessly
and studied his companions, both smaller with readily assessable nudity.
He said, "I think Sam left too.  How did you guys get in here anyway?"

"Sam did it," said Elgy.  "It's another one of his powers.  But that 
door locks from the inside."  He leered from one to the other.  "How do
you like faggot games?"

"Shut up!" ordered Kirk.

"Takes one to know one," said Hugh bravely.

"That's exactly right," agreed Kirk.

Now fully dressed, Elgy backed away from the two still nude.  He 
grinned.  "And I bet I know two that like it all right."  He hurried to
the door and vanished beyond it.

Kirk also sat up.  Hugh stared at him from mournful brown eyes.  "Do you
remember what we did?"

Kirk took a deep breath.  "What they made us do.  I think only Elgy was
a free agent."

"Sam and Fred are the ones that ..."

"Yeah.  They're the real faggots.  Let me see your asshole."

Hugh backed further away.  "What ... what ..."

"You said it was hurt."

The smaller boy hesitated.  "You won't ... do anything to it?"

"Would you really care if I did?"

"Maybe ... after it feels better ..."  But Hugh scuttled closer, turned
around and elevated his buttocks.

Kirk leaned close and spread the cheeks with his thumbs.  "It looks red
around the edges, but I don't see any torn skin.  My brother said that's
how queers get AIDS."

"AIDS!  You don't have it, do you?"

"No.  Not from fucking, anyway.  This is the first time I ever did it.
God!"

"Wh-what're you doing?"

"I never thought my first time would be with a little boy."

"You ... you didn't like me?"

"Actually ... Hugh ..."  Kirk took a very deep breath.  "I'll tell you 
the truth.  I let a girl blow me under the bleachers last year.  Your 
asshole felt a lot better than her mouth, even if Fred was making me 
poke you."

The boy turned enough to tuck his head and shoulder against Kirk's hard
chest.  The older boy took him in his arms.  Hugh said softly, "I liked
it too, after it got started."  His hand dropped to the larger cock.  
"Hey!  You got your hard-on back."

"Yeah.  Too bad you're sore.  I never felt anything as good as your 
tight little ass.  Huh!  Don't squeeze it too much."

"Is your dick sore?"

"Now that it's hard.  I could feel everything that happened, even though
Sam or Fred was running the show.  I guess you could too."

"Oh, yeah."

"It was like a dream.  I'll admit I didn't want to wake up."

"Neither did I."

"I'll tell you something, Hugh.  I've had that kind of dream before, 
ever since my coach taught me how to jerk off.  He said not jerking was
bad for you, that the spunk would build up and make your balls hurt.  
Did you ever hear that?"

"No.  I'm a dork who doesn't go in for athletics.  But it might be 
true."  He giggled.  "Not that it could happen.  Did you ever hear of 
a boy that didn't jerk off every day?"

Kirk chuckled accompaniment.  "I never did.  Who taught you?"

"My best friend, another dork.  He spent the night with me once last 
summer to play video games.  Kirk, he ... he was the first up my ass."

"You're kidding!"

"No.  After he showed me how to jerk off, he did it to me three times 
that night.  He said I owed him."

"What a bastard!  Did you fuck him back?"

"No.  I guess ... Elgy ... was the first one I fucked."

"You fucked me too, I think.  Where'd your friend learn to fuck 
assholes?"

"He said at summer camp."

"I'll bet.  Didn't he at least give you a blowjob?"

"No.  We didn't think of that.  You gave me my first blowjob, Kirk."

"Fred did."

"Yeah, but it was your mouth.  That was your first one, wasn't it?"

"Yeah.  God!  You have a sweet little dick.  It feels longer in my 
mouth.  Ha!  Hard again, is it?  Put it up here and I'll suck on it some
more."

"I'd rather hear you talk.  But I really loved your sucking, Kirk.  I 
never felt anything even close to that."

"Better than jerking off?"

"Oh, god, yes!  It was strange.  The feeling was stronger than anything,
so strong it started to sting.  If I hadn't pulled out it would've 
killed me."

Kirk nodded.  "I know that feeling.  Was it better than my asshole?  Or
Elgy's?"

"My first time today was in your mouth.  The first time is the best."

"And my first was in your ass.  As you say, the best."

"Will my dick get this big, Kirk?"

"Why not?  Mine was about the size of yours when I was twelve."

"God, Kirk, you're the greatest.  Can I ... be your friend?"

"Like a little fucking brother?"

"Just exactly like that.  We don't need Fred and Sam."

"That's right, we don't.  Yeah, I'd love a sweet-dicked little brother.
Do you go to Bessemer High?"

"Yeah, just started in the seventh grade."

"I do too.  I'm a junior.  We have to be careful in school.  Hey, I've 
got it!  You should go in for weight-lifting."

"Wh-what?  But, Kirk --"

"No, no.  Coach Brandt will love you.  Huh!  I just now understood some
of the things he's been saying."

"You mean ... he's queer?"

"He's very careful.  But when he says, 'You need a less revealing 
jockstrap,' wha'd'you think he's been watching?"

"He said that?"

"Yeah.  When do you have gym?"

"Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Sign up for weight-lifting.  Tell Brandt I sent you.  You can tell him
I'm like your big brother."

"Oh god, Kirk, you're wonderful!"

"Thanks, Hugh."  He kissed the boy's lips, tongue probing.

After a moment they broke.  Kirk sighed and said, "We'd better get our 
clothes on."

They dressed hurriedly.  Hugh shouldered his back pack.  Kirk stopped 
them at the door.  "We'll pretend we don't know each other if we meet in
the school hall."

"Okay."

"Hugh, I almost forgot.  We can get together at my house after school.
No one's home till past five."

"I'll be there tomorrow."

Kirk cocked his head.  "Will you have a problem, being out so late 
tonight?"

"Not if I say I went to the library."

They slipped into the corridor, making sure the door latched behind 
them.  No one was nearby.  They walked along, rubbing shoulders.

Hugh said, "Do you remember Sam talking about a kid putting his hand in
a cunt?"

"Yeah.  Something, huh?"

"Do you think a lot of women will let you put a hand up there?"

"Some of them, I guess.  Want to try it, do you?"

"Oh yeah!"

"So you're not ruined for pussy, eh, Hugh?  I thought you loved fucking
guys."

"I guess I just love fucking."

"Don't we all!"


* * *


When does the school day end?  Sam shot ahead to 2:30 p.m. of the next 
day and found Elgy sitting in a classroom, surrounded by teenagers.  The
class was curiously quiet with some coughing and foot-shuffling the only
sounds.  A middle-aged teacher sat reading silently at her desk in one 
corner of the room, one finger scratching her ear.

Elgy was studying a loose page on his own desk.  Practicing his reading
around the edges -- away from the fovea -- as he had learned to do 
earlier, Sam saw that it was a multiple-choice test on the Vietnam war.
As he watched, Elgy came to a decision and marked an answer.

Question: _What famous series of battles awakened the U. S. population 
to the seriousness of this war?_

Marked answer: _Guadalcanal_

With an internal snort, Sam took over the controls, erased Elgy's mark 
and darkened another answer: _The Tet Offensive_.  Sam immediately 
released the controls.

Elgy twitched, took a breath, pulled up a blank sheet and wrote, _Are 
you sure, Sam?_

Sam answered on the paper, _Absolutely_

_How about #8?_

_I'm not your uncle.  Go to the F. R. when school ends._

Sam released him and advanced through time until Elgy got up from the 
seat.  According to the clock in the hall it was 2:48, an odd time to be
changing classes, even odder considering how few other students were in
the hall and that busy murmuring could be heard through the closed doors
of other classrooms.

As Elgy passed, Sam took over a girl heading the other way.  "Elgy, 
what're you doing in the hall already?"

The lad's lip curled but he stopped long enough to say, "Finished a 
test.  What'd'you care, Tanya?"

What indeed?  Sam smiled.  "Aren't you ever curious about people?"

"Okay, then, what're _you_ doing out here?"

"Waiting for you?"

Elgy blinked.  "That sounded like a question."

"Okay.  The real answer is I don't know."

Elgy showed teenage contempt.  "What'd'ya mean, you don't know?"

Tanya had a sweet, soprano voice.  Glancing down, Sam saw small breasts
and pink-toed sneakers beyond faded jeans.  "Can I go along with you?"

"Huh!  Where do you think I'm going?"

"Was it your last class?"

"Yeah."

"Then ..."  She lowered her voice.  "The furnace room."

His eyes widened comically.  "The furn--  How in hell did you guess ...
Oh."  He sighed dramatically.

She giggled.  "You do a great double-take."

"What's a double-take?"

"Acting surprised.  Come on.  That is, you lead the way.  I don't know 
where it is."

She walked beside him down the long hall.  "Tell me about Tanya."

"She's probably got a wallet."

"Not one of your dream girls?"

He looked her up and down.  "Not really.  Tanya is clean."

"'Clean?'"  She giggled.  "Why do I doubt that means _not dirty_?"

"It means _not nasty_: a good girl, not a slut.  She's probably a 
cherry."

"You don't find cherries tasty?"

"Damn it, Sam, talking to you can be strange."

"Pretend I'm your uncle."

"God!  Don't talk about that.  I can't vanish like you do."

She followed him down a flight of stairs and along a hall lined with 
locker doors.  Jabbing buttons on a lock, he opened one, tossed in two 
books and a clipboard and slammed it closed before turning back toward 
the stairs.

"You don't have to take books home?" Sam asked.

"Nah.  It's the weekend, dummy."

"I hardly ever notice that."

"I guess you don't have to, do you?  God!"

Sam, as Tanya, followed the lad down another flight of stairs to a 
shorter hall, this one empty of students.  The doors on either side were
mostly unmarked until they reached a wide, steel one painted green and 
marked _Furnace_.  Elgy twisted the stainless knob to no avail and 
looked up blankly.  "Locked."

"Good for us."

Sam sensed a large space beyond the door and transferred both bodies to
it.  The room was pitch dark.

"Gak!" uttered Elgy in dismay.

Sam said reassuringly, "Guess the weather hasn't got cold enough yet.  
Let me find the light."  He felt behind them, found the door and the 
light switch.  With a click fluorescent bulbs started up jerkily in the
ceiling.

The furnace was a hulking monstrosity against one wall, modern and 
squarish, painted beige.  Sam muttered, "Burns natural gas."

"How do you know?" asked Elgy.

"You can smell it faintly."  The room was surprisingly large.  It 
contained a straight chair and a folding cot set along the opposite wall
but bare of bed clothing.  "Meant for the janitor to take a break?" 
mused Sam.

"There's a telephone," said Elgy, pointing to an instrument on the floor
beside the cot.

Sam picked up the receiver and heard a dial tone.  He giggled, said, "We
won't need it," unplugged it from the wall jack, rolled it up in its 
cord and shoved it under the cot.

"Everybody's got a cell phone nowadays," noted Elgy.  "Everybody but me."

"Where's yours?" Sam asked.

"My mom took it away."

Sam grunted and opened the door to examine the lock.  "Uses a key on the
outside or unlocks from the inside but locks anytime you close it.  
Perfect."  He closed the door and grinned at Elgy.  "Looks like we're 
all set for Monday."

"Tuesday.  Monday is a teachers' workday."

"Okay.  Tell Fred.  Where is he?"

"He hasn't come back.  But he will."

"Then it's Tuesday afternoon, except we need to get started earlier so 
you can pick your, ah, friends."

"How about in the cafeteria at lunch?"

"They'll be there?"

"Oh, yeah.  They always take a couple of tables.  Uh, one thing.  What 
about Tanya?"

"What about her?"

"Now she knows."

"Tanya won't be a problem."

"Won't she?  Didn't think you could read minds."

"Pull down your pants."

"What?"  Elgy's eyes narrowed.  "You mean ..."

"Do it."

While Elgy opened his belt, Sam put a hand into the girl's panties.  The
hymen was obvious.  It was surprisingly wet.

"Tanya's cherry but she likes the idea of being locked up alone with 
you.  That's far enough.  Pull up your shirt and let her see what you've
got."

Elgy exposed his slightly above average cock, now twitching toward 
erectness.  The girl's hand slipped around it, lifting the ball sack, 
stroking the skin of the shaft.  When it grew to full size, she squatted
and slurped it into her mouth, marveling at the strong locker-room 
flavor that soon faded.  Her arms went around his hips and she took the
organ to the back of her throat.  It gagged her, but she overcame the 
retching reflex and swallowed the sudden surplus of spit.  Partly 
withdrawing, she sucked and tongued the smooth knob while her hand 
rapidly jacked the loose skin between her lips and his pubic pad.

"God, Tanya!" he said with a sigh.  "You're good!"

He groaned and the cool ejaculate filled her mouth, striking the back of
her throat with surprising force.  She swallowed quickly, capturing all
of it, relaxing her lingual pressure while continuing to stroke the 
shaft.  After a moment Elgy sagged backward and sat on the floor, 
breathing, "Jesus, Tanya!"

She stood up, swallowing the last of it, licking her lips, enjoying the
musky flavor.  Now she could feel the moisture between her legs without
touching herself.

Looking up from the floor, Elgy said, "Of course it wasn't Tanya.  
You're as much a faggot as Fred."

Sam grinned.  "In fact Tanya loves giving head.  You might want to 
remember that.  And see if you can get her to eat with you Tuesday so we
can talk."

With a quick glance ahead to make sure no watched the exact spot, he 
transferred the girl back to the upper hall where he had abducted her, 
unchanged except for new memories and the flavor of semen in her mouth.
He did not return to Elgy in the furnace room.


* * *


Sam had promised Elgy to "take care of Tanya" and assumed that the shame
of sucking a cock would silence her.  Curious if in fact it had, Sam 
waited an hour and slipped back into the girl's mind without taking 
control.  He found her walking purposefully along a residential street 
with the same pink sneakers flashing in and out below her shallow, 
jean-clad belly.  It was a fine, warm Friday afternoon.  Leaves on the
trees were mostly yellow.

Shortly she turned in at a driveway, proceeded to the front door of a 
modest ranch house and pressed the bell button.  To Sam's surprise Elgy
answered the door.  The lad was at least as surprised; his face twisted
in a look of horror.  "Ulp!" he declared.

"Surprised to see me?" asked Tanya with a sneer.  "Well, you shouldn't 
be.  I only live two blocks from here and I know what you did, you 
creep!"

"Ah, ah, like what?"

"Don't deny it!  I suppose that's the only way you can get a girl!"

"'The only way' --  What'd I do, Tanya?"

"Like you don't know!  You hypnotized me!"

He blinked and his expression became one of interest.  "Who'd you tell?"

"So, you admit it!"

He took a deep breath and shook his head.  "If I explain what really 
happened, you'll think it's a stupid lie."

"Try me."

He paused, considering.  "Let's say it's something I learned.  I have a
knack for it.  Besides, it's what _you_ did, not me.  I didn't twist 
your arm."

"Didn't you?  I'm not the sort of chick who lets a stud use her like 
that."

He grinned.  "Who used who?  You already knew I was going to the furnace
room."

That stumped her.  She switched to another concern.  "I suppose you're 
going to tell on me now.  You'll brag to all your friends."

"I don't have any friends, Tanya, and I'd never tell in any case.  You 
could be my friend, if you like.  We wouldn't have to let anybody know."

"I won't be seen in public with you, Elgy!  I'd die of shame!"

"Then come inside where no one can see us."

He had said it mockingly but to his surprise she pushed past him and 
entered the house.

Elgy followed.  Standing behind her after closing the door, he said, 
"_I_ wouldn't die of shame.  You look real good, Tanya.  You've got a 
narrow waist and a cute little bootie."  

She ignored the compliment.  Her dark pony tail flew when she suddenly 
turned to him in the middle of the living room.  Modest breasts poked at
her T-shirt.  She kicked off her pink sneakers.

"What now?" she asked, as though to challenge him.  "Are we alone?"

"Until six or seven."

Stepping closer to her, he said hopefully, "You remember what we did 
before?"

"Yeah.  But we should kiss first.  It's only proper."

Grappling tightly together, they traded spit and sucked on tongues.  
When their mouths parted, her eyes widened.  "Hey, that's hot!  You've 
done a lot of kissing."

He grinned crookedly.  "Not the way you think.  Let's go to my room."

"Are you sure no will come home before six?"

"Probably not before seven, but you can climb out the window if we hear
anyone.  My room's on the ground floor."


* * *


"God, my jaw is sore!" Elgy complained as he raised his head from 
between Tanya's pale thighs.  "Why did it take you so long to come?"

"I guess I was nervous," she replied, panting.  "You're the first person
to lick on me."

He leaned above the naked girl and cupped a small breast.  He saw caked
semen at the corner of her mouth and beneath her lower lip.  She gave 
great head, he thought.

"No one's gone down on you before?" he asked.

"Like I said, you're the first.  Maybe if we practice, you can learn to
give me the pleasure sooner."

"If nobody's licked you, how'd you learn to give such great head?"

"He wouldn't do _me_."

Elgy grinned.  "You mean your boyfriend ..."

"I won't tell you his name."

"Okay.  He wanted you to do all the work?"

"Yeah.  He only wanted me to suck."

"What a stupid ass!"

"I guess.  But his cock was lovely."

"Huh!  Are you still sucking him?"

"Oh, no.  He's too selfish."  She stirred restlessly.  "I like you 
better, Elgy, even if you did hypnotize me."  She giggled.  "Now I'm 
glad you did."

But Elgy was interested in comparisons.  "Tell me about him -- not his 
name.  What made his cock so lovely?"

"Well, he was a little younger than me.  We got naked right off and felt
of each other in the woods.  His cock was just the cutest thing, slender
with a fat plum on the end.  It was the best feeling thing I ever put 
it my mouth.  And his come tasted good.  Yours too."

"How many cocks have you sucked?"

"Just his and yours."

"How often did you suck?"

"Just about every day, every time we were together.  I really loved it.
But he wouldn't do _me_!"

"I will."

"Yeah, Elgy, I know.  Do it again."

He inserted a pinkie into her abundant bush and fingered the virginal 
opening.  "Maybe we can learn to do other things too."

She studied his face for a moment.  "You'd get me knocked up, Elgy."

"I've got good rubbers: Trojans."

She sighed.  "I think you'd have to hypnotize me for that, Elgy."

"You don't want to stay a virgin, do you?"

"If you hypnotized me, would it be rape?"

"Do you want to be raped, Tanya?"

"I wouldn't want a stud dragging me into the bushes, but I'd like to 
feel powerless and have you do it."

Sam suddenly took over the slight, naked girl.  A wink informed Elgy of
the switch.

"Get a rubber, Elgy," he said in Tanya's soprano voice.

The boy was up and to his dresser in a flash, returning just as fast 
with hard cock wagging.  Tanya rolled the condom onto the urgent pole as
Elgy knelt between her raised knees.

Sam said in Tanya's voice, "She's thickly guarded, Elgy.  It's going to
hurt."

"What can I do, Sam?"

"Just push it in."

On his third thrust the young cock ripped into her passage.  
Inadvertently Sam cried out at her pain, but Elgy eased himself in 
completely until the pubic hair mingled.

"Jesus!" Sam cried.  "Now I know why Fred doesn't like playing the 
virgin."

"Sorry, Sam."

"You aren't sorry!  Finish and get off me!"

"I had a blow job just a while ago, Sam.  It might take some time."

"Jesus!"

"It feels so good, Sam.  It's better than fucking an ass."

"Hurry up!"

Sam fled the tormented girl, leaving her alone to endure the discomfort.

"Please!" she cried.  "It hurts!"

Elgy pressed his cheek to one of Tanya's then gasped in orgasm.  He soon
rolled off the girl to lie beside her.

"I'm glad that's over," Tanya said.  "Uh, Elgy ..."

"What?"

"I remember you talking to him in the furnace room.  Who's Sam?"


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