Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 06:08:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 1 This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future. The author does not condone the activities depicted. He only describes what might occur, given the premises upon which the story is based. Skittish readers should use caution. Minors should move on. Sexual activity is explicitly detailed. Your comments, pro and con, will be most helpful as the author writes additional chapters. All emails will receive a response. macoutman@yahoo.com AGE OF WANTONNESS by Macout Mann Chapter 1 It's June 13. 10:00 hours. The construction crew is taking a break. Mike Crane is a new boy just out of high school. He's working alongside 28 year old Maury Bennett, who casually opens his fly and flips out his stiff eight inches. "Come on, Mike," he says. "I need to get blowed." Mike drops to his knees and takes the older guy's dick into his eager mouth as a couple of other workers look on. "Hey, Mike," one of them calls. "I need to get sucked too when you finish with him." Their foreman overhears what's going on. "Yall just be ready to get back to work, when break's over," he yells. Across town, Ben Stiles sits at a table in one of the two showrooms of his night club, Anything Goes. He's auditioning new talent. He particularly wants to check out a black dude who's supposed to take on a guy in the first half of the show and come back in the second half and fuck a gal, then in the finale stick the gal again while the guy fucks him. In Mayor "Butch" Weatherby's paneled office the mayor is swallowing the last of his administrative assistant's load. The young man's pants are around his shins and his dress shirt is open. The mayor gives both his nips a pinch as he stands. "That was great, Chris. I love the taste of your hot cum," Butch says. "I'm glad you don't save it all for the gals." "Oh, I give `em plenty; but I swear, I get more satisfaction from being with another dude." At the Thomas Jefferson School for Boys, one of the upper form classes is getting back a writing assignment. Eric Masters, the teacher, reads from some of the better essays. Most of the thirteen-year-olds can't resist rubbing their groins as they hear their words aloud. Each hopes his will be judged best. Finally, the thirty year old teacher announces, "And the prize for the best essay goes to Josh Weston!" A kid in the third row beams. "You goanna suck him or is he goanna suck you, Mr. Masters?" a boy calls out. "I'm feeling loose today," Masters replies. "He can decide. Maybe we'll do each other." "Oh, I'd like that!" Weston cries. "Do it now so we can watch," another boy says. "Maybe some other time. We've got more work to do right now," the teacher says. "Only three weeks before summer holiday." The year is 2042. It's been almost seventy-five years since "the summer of love." That's the event from which most American historians date the beginning of the sexual revolution. European scholars say it started earlier. Now, however, there's no doubt that it's in full flower. Rape is still illegal, of course. But someone is usually around willing to do almost anything. If children are otherwise willing to have sex, statutory rape applies only to boys who are too young to cum and girls too young to menstruate. Sex in public is about as common as jogging. And incest is defined only as cohabitation by family members where pregnancy may result. This state of affairs was slow in coming. The 1960s saw a radical increase in casual sex among the young. Actually, in subsequent decades it was the young who led the way in changing many attitudes. Acceptance of gays. Acceptance of cohabitation. Acceptance of sexually oriented entertainment. Taboos gradually vanished. The internet made pornography available to anyone with a computer. Of course there was significant push back from the churches and conservatives in general. In the eighties, the AIDS pandemic slowed sexual liberation, especially among gays. As a result of a couple of "wardrobe malfunctions" at major public events, federal regulators increased strictures on television broadcasters. Politicians could always get big play in the media by condemning sexual activity, but the influence of the anti-sex factions peaked in the presidential election campaign of 2012. At least one candidate even condemned contraception. "Gay marriage" was a huge issue, even when thirty percent of straight couples were living together without benefit of marriage. In South Carolina Republican candidates were asked to sign a pledge that they had never had premarital sex. Even the pope became involved, urging American bishops to hold the line against sexual evil. Over fifteen years earlier, however, when President Clinton had been impeached over getting blow jobs in the oval office, most of the public privately had taken the position that what a dude does with his dick in private is his own damned business. This attitude had held in the face of the evangelical onslaught that peaked in 2012. People seemed to think that legislated "morality" was now over the top. Private attitudes became public. Over the next few years fines for broadcast indecency were eliminated. The definition of indecency was liberalized to the point that the concept hardly existed anymore. Then by 2018 a low cost vaccine for the AIDS virus was synthesized, removing probably the biggest bugaboo against casual sex. Changes in the composition of the Supreme Court led to more liberal interpretations of laws affecting personal liberties. The sexual revolution gained new impetus. In 1993 the prize-winning play, "Angels in America," had shocked many by featuring frontal male nudity on stage. By 2020, Las Vegas shows were featuring both male and female nudity. In the fall of 2024, broadcast television showed actual heterosexual sex for the first time, and three years later a homosexual act was screened in prime time. Language scholars note how argot changes. Today, the word "wanton," which once had a totally negative connotation, now means exactly the opposite. "Hey, man, that was real wanton." The word "depraved" has sired a new-coined word . If someone does something sexually way out, worthy of praise, he's told that he's praved. As expected, in Muslim countries centuries-old customs still prevail; but as they have for centuries, men engage in forbidden practices behind closed doors. In the Christian parts of Africa, strictures against homosexuality are as firm as ever. And in the United States pockets of puritanism can still be found. But on balance people, particularly the younger generation, can't understand why things weren't always the way they are now. The mainstream protestant churches have adjusted, albeit with angst. So young Josh Weston can hardly wait for the last bell to chime and he can go to Mr. Master's office for his prize. As he strides down the first floor corridor, classmates cheer him on. "Make him edge you good, Josh," one boy says. Masters at 30 is the picture of good health. A beautiful body is as important nowadays as it was in ancient Greece. Even at his age, Josh has a muscular development boys used to only dream of. His school uniform in the school colors, a tight-fitting, short, sleeveless yellow knit tee shirt with slim, jeans-cut green chinos that are almost tights, emphasize his well developed shape. His classmates all work out too. Masters' office has a futon on one side. The teacher, already naked, is stretched out on it when Josh enters. "Hello Weston," he says. "Right on time." "Yes, sir," the student replies, "on time and hard on." He quickly strips and reveals a good-sized, five inch dick ready for action. It seems that these days tools grow earlier and get bigger than they used to. Of course, underwear is always superfluous. Outside the office window two of his friends peek in, as Josh grasps his teacher's massive prong, and Mr. Masters reciprocates. Both peeping-toms can't resist opening their flies and playing with their young dicks. Masturbation is frowned on in today's society. There are better ways to get off. But boys will be boys. "I told my folks how great your dick is, Mr. Masters," Josh murmers. "Your dad have a big one?" Masters asks. "Yeah, but not as big as yours. I'll bet he'd love to get with you." "Maybe my wife and I can have your folks over sometime. Right now, though, you better climb in." These prize sessions were designed to be instructional as well as rewarding, but Josh needs little instruction. He gets up on the futon, leans over and tongues Masters' ear. Then nibbles his neck and nips, kisses his way down his trail, and takes his teacher's hard dick in his hot, young mouth. He can hardly get his lips around it, but he manages. The boys outside the window give up playing with themselves and start jacking each other. Josh slides down the older man's prong until it touches his throat. Only about half its length is in the boy's mouth, when he pulls up, using his tongue to add as much stimulation as he can. He'd had plenty of practice, and soon it is apparent that Masters' is about to release his load. Josh increases the speed of his strokes and reaches beyond his teacher's balls to increase the intensity of the experience. Masters explodes in the boy's mouth, and Josh swallows the creamy fluid with relish. Meanwhile, a couple of fourteen-year-olds have happened by, seen the two boys at the window, and have enticed Josh's friends into giving them head as well, while they enjoy the sight of what's happening within.. "It's my turn now," Masters states. "You remember what you said this morning, don't you?" "That I'd like it, if we did each other? I sure do." "I love the taste of boy cum," Masters says, and he expertly begins his foreplay, reaching every part of Josh's sensitive, young body. Teaching by example. He gobbles up every inch of Josh's dick, burying his nose in the boy's sparsely growing pubes. It isn't long before he is rewarded with ample squirts of young semen. "That was great, Mr. Masters," Josh exclaims. "I enjoyed it too, Weston," the teacher says. "I've got to get dressed, though. I've got a meeting with the head. Can't keep him waiting." Josh pulls on his uniform and starts home. On the way he catches up to his two friends, who tell him they were watching him do Mr. Masters and want to know what happened afterward. "We got tied up with a couple of upperclassmen," they giggle. Josh fills them in and they respond, "Wanton, dude. You're a real whore." When he gets home his mom asks how the school day went. He replies that his was chosen the best essay. "So you got to play with Mr. Mathews?" "That's the prize. It was real wanton." "Well, have fun, but don't overdo." "Mr. Mathews says they'd like to have you and Dad over some evening." "I'm sure that would be nice," his mother replies. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.