Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 03:27:56 +0100 (BST) From: Dan Perducci Subject: Delicious Demon Delicious Demon By Dan Perducci danperducci@yahoo.co.uk Mr. Webber's khaki pants were stained from chalk. He leaned too close to the board. He finished explaining the lesson to the class when he noticed something. It grabbed his eye and tempted him in ways that betrayed everything he held dear. He averted his eyes to avoid staring. He glanced at his desk. His girlfriend's picture rested on his cluttered desktop and gave him little comfort from what he just saw. "Mr. Webber," announced Amber Gregory, "I need help with my essay." The teacher was distracted but gathered enough strength to work with Amber on her paragraphs. "Amber, what you need is a good transition between your paragraphs. Try using words that carry the reader through your essay. It connects everything. How about using `in addition to' to begin with and go from there?" Amber was pleased because she understood. He moved along to pick up a pencil that Hector dropped from his desk. Mr. Webber was a helpful teacher and thought nothing of doing such a favor. He, however, found himself where he began. In the front of the classroom at the vantage point that captured his mind and provoked his most lecherous thoughts. Sitting cross-legged in the rear of the room was Tony Green. Tony was wearing a loose pair of denim shorts and the most opportune angle allowed Mr. Webber to see directly down Tony's boxer shorts. The flash of the seventh grader's private parts once again brought a rush of feelings that forced Mr. Webber to quickly return to his desk. A tent was growing and he quickly retreated to his seat. He knew that someone would notice his or her English teacher had a boner. Another hand went up on the opposite side of the classroom. It was Chastity Morgan and she was confused about where to put a comma. "Please meet me at my desk," he curtly replied. Once seated, he reached to his bookshelf and pulled out his Style Book. "Chastity, look up punctuation in here," he advised, sending her back to her seat. The bell was due to ring in five minutes and the shuffle of students closing their books and shuffling their notebooks took over the classroom. Nick Stevens asked for a restroom pass but was refused because the bell was soon to ring. Vera Hall asked for a bandage because she got a paper cut in her haste to clean up. Patrick Simpson returned the pencil that he borrowed at the beginning of the period. Through this last minute rush, Mr. Webber focused on his girlfriend's photo. He hoped to make his stirring disappear. The bell rang and the students streamed out into the hall. Tony was one of the last to leave the classroom. He had a mass of books, folders and papers to corral. "Bye, Mr. Webber," he said. "Bye, Tony." The aroused teacher replied. In the five minutes passing time between classes, Mr. Webber's erection started to finally subside. This was fortunate because the classroom was filling up again with students and he always wanted to be at the door to greet them. A loud metallic thud interrupted the teacher's uncanny thoughts just a minute before the late bell. He was suddenly comfortable with leaving his awkward shelter to find out the source of this commotion. His kids ran out the door first and he struggled to rush past them. The noise was the sound of something versus a locker. He was mostly terrified because he was the only male teacher in the hall who could respond to such situations. The throng of students obstructed any access to the scene. The polished blue lockers did not give in to the pounding they received. Mr. Webber was unable to see what was the source of each disheartening thud. The metallic banging and each accompanying shout of pain was heart wrenching. "Excuse me," Mr. Webber said as he pressed through the horde of rubber necking students who ghoulishly ignored the sounding of the late bell to catch this action in the hallway. Two ninth grade boys were whaling on poor Tony. His cold tears mingled with the blood that tricked down from his nose. Mr. Webber reached the center of this horrific spectacle and threw himself in front of the hapless victim. "Go to class right now!" Mr. Webber exhorted the audience, "Show's over! Danielle, ask Miss Clifton to watch my class." Tony was a shivering heap on the frigid tile of the floor. Tony reached his hand up to Mr. Webber, heaving and sobbing in pain. After his teacher lifted him, Tony's bladder shifted and pressed him into a sudden urge to go to the restroom. "Mr. Webber, I have to go bad!" Tony shrieked in a sheepish whisper. They ignored the papers, books and folders strewn in their wake. Ambling about like a crippled pony, he took hold of Mr. Webber's side and clung for dear life. The two slowly walked to the nearest restroom. The sign was merciless. "Faculty Only," it said. The nearest student restroom was down the hall and too late for a child whose urge to `pee' was too strong even to clear another 100 yards. "Don't worry, you can use this just once," Mr. Webber said charitably. He took his keychain from his pocket and unlocked the door to the junior high version of the `executive washroom.' `Delicious Demon' by the Sugarcubes started playing in Mr. Webber's mental soundtrack. The Icelandic punk group always came to mind when temptation made itself apparent. The `demon' was strong and there was no framed picture to be a saving grace or subtle reminder. Mr. Webber could have closed the door after Tony limped inside but went against his better judgment. There was only a urinal and a stall in the room. Mr. Webber locked the door shut behind him with the latch and the lock beneath it. Tony's back was facing Mr. Webber. The boy was still trembling from the shock of his attack. His blond hair was stained and matted from blood. It was not enough to cause a panic but enough to be noticeable. Ignoring the trickle of piss and the obviously intimate moment, Mr. Webber instinctively walked forward and brushed his hand against the wound. Tony jumped a little. "It's OK, I'm just checking on your head. You have quite a little lump there." Tony was still pissing when Mr. Webber was examining him. Mr. Webber craned his neck and saw the stream of piss falling into the urinal. He noticed the boy bracing himself against the wall as if to orient him after a very chaotic moment. Tony shifted nervously and unwittingly improved his teacher's view. Mr. Webber saw the flaccid three inches of the boy's member and felt an odd jolt. It was that same complex feeling he got when he spied the boy through his shorts earlier. Tony finished and shook his penis before the eyes of his teacher. Mr. Webber lost track of his own movements. He removed his hand from the boys scalp and just stood in awe of his quarry. Mesmerized, Mr. Webber's erection returned and hovered closely behind the boy's rear end. Zipping his shorts up, he took a baby step back to leaver but bumped into his teacher's hard on. An odd feeling washed over Tony's body, he was turned on in ways similar to when he was in the changing room during gym class. This was a rude awakening too for Mr. Webber because he felt like he was `caught.' He Tony knew that Mr. Webber was a pervert for taking advantage of this situation. Instead of being repelled, though, Tony remained in this strange spot with his clothed ass backed up against the likewise clothed crotch of his teacher. Mr. Webber sighed in a relief that this boy knew what he was getting into. His warm breath crawled down the boy's shoulder. Even the boy's white tank top was an incitement to baser instincts. Tony reached around behind him and pulled Mr. Webber closer. He loved the feeling of his teacher's manhood. He wanted to have this. He ground body into the front side of Mr. Webber and savored the feeling. Reality came back. "Are you OK?" coughed Mr. Webber spontaneously. "I'm much better, sir," he groaned. "I'll take you to the school nurse and she'll get you ready for your next class. You'll be excused from this period." Tony's stepped away from his favorite teacher and turned around to embrace him. Mr. Webber's penis made indirect contact with the boy's equally hard member. "I love you, Mr. Webber," the boy volunteered, "Can you take me home? Those boys are going to get me after school today." "As you wish," the teacher replied. "Maybe I'll get you after school today," Mr. Webber thought to himself...