Chapter 18

Lots of chatter this morning, and Mr. Mesrobian walked in trying to suppress his smile. “Gentlefolk ... Gentlefolk, attend me please. This is the culmination of the year for all of us and I feel it keenly. I have enjoyed getting to know each of you, and I will miss you. Although homeroom is dull it has promoted social cohesion among us and the wider community, and I thank each of you for doing your part in that. It is far more important than you might realize. Accept my thanks now, please; concern yourselves with meaning at your leisure.”

“Students are reminded that possession or use of heat-producing flying hardware, for example flares, rockets, or combustion-powered flying vehicles, is prohibited by School Board policy, as well as Town of San Hipolíto, Marin County and State of California law except at designated sites or in cases of emergency. To shorten this extensive blabla: Please, don’t burn things you can’t control, the lives and homes you save may be yours.

“Students are reminded that final grades are published at 1700 today. Concerns, complaints and official objections may be instigated through studentweb beginning 0800 Monday.

“Anything for the record, comments, or questions?”

Silence.

“Then, gentlefolk, please enjoy the Litha break. When we leave, it will be the end of this group together. I shall feel a little regret, such is the price of moving forward. I wish you well, each of you.”

“The ABCs we all must face...

Try to keep a little grace...”

Many of us filed by Mr. Mesrobian to thank him. Homeroom’s lame. Mr. Mesrobian isn’t.

Kyche touched my arm. “Really, Ash, I didn’t forget about dinner tomorrow but every time I become aware of my toes it kicks off this mad chain reaction in my head and I get wet.” “And you expect more sex to stop that?” “No, I want to keep it but I’m horny all the time, now.” “OK. After my last class I’m free, want to play for a while at my place?” They nodded and whispered: “lick my toes again, Ash. Bind me. Make my man-whore body your toy.” “Remember what I said last time?” They nodded. “OK. I will.” They air-kissed me and ran off, and I had an idea for my jewelry-making class.

Mr. Moss turned Western Lit into another chat forum and blew off what was left of the syllabus. He asked not about what we had read, but what we gained from the class. A gentleperson I didn’t know offered: “I bet a hundred ℂ the day after printing type was invented, someone figured out how to tax, license or otherwise control it, because it was a new way to spread ideas.”

That was an interesting idea and we managed to work out that in some places like Germany, religion did that; and in others like England, the government did it. All this to suppress ‘disinformation’ that selectively prevented, and often criminalized, free speech. Someone in power will always try to make laws or edicts that allow them to find the parade, then get in front, then take it down the chute to the abattoir.

Mr. Moss stood a couple minutes before the end of class. “Gentlefolk, I have enjoyed this class greatly. Regardless of form, I find insights in my classes I had not considered and I thank you for deepening my education. We are like sharks: we keep moving forward or we die, and I thank you for helping me move forward. I wish you all a forward-moving and fulfilling Litha break.”

We filed out, thanking Mr. Moss. I would probably have his Modern Lit class next semester, so I was sort-of-OK.

Bang-ja and I headed for the glades. The warming season was busy helping plants grow that we could smell in the breeze: redwoods and firs, manzanita and grasses. Still, mid-morning at this time of year could as easily have been chilly.

“I feel a bit meddlesome”, she said. “That’s ‘cause you are, Bang-ja. However, I’m inclined in this one instance to excuse it.” She smacked my shoulder. “Between your ignorance and Ali’s, I’m surprised you both didn’t starve to death forgetting how to chew.” “I still think it was awfully risky, though. Allowing conversation with people’s bodies is probably OK but if it ever got non-consensual, at all, I’d try to make it stop.”

She leaned back and put her head in my lap. “I know. It’s scaring all of us.” “So I’m concerned. If only I understood it better, like how it’s getting diffused, I’d figure out how to make it impossible to be non-consensual.” “How do we know it actually isn’t that way already?” “We don’t know it, because I won’t run a test on any sentient being. Simple. And it’s a terrible conundrum.”

I got through comp. geom, wishing Mr. Simmons well, and went to Drama. Mr. Bowen was early and seated. “Mr. Boakye?” “Yes, Mr. Bowen?” “Please begin. Here is your topic: water wars.”

And anyone in northern California knows about water sources and the geology of the Central Valley and how much actual fighting went on over water rights. Not much humor in that so I went dark. “Thank you, Mr. Boakye.”

I sat, and the last few class members did their pieces.

Mr. Bowen made some polite noises about how he had enjoyed conducting the class. He rose, we rose and he said “Mr. Boakye?” “Yes, Mr. Bowen?” “Please consider taking a theater class in Litha or next semester. You gained a lot of ground this semester. Please remain open to the idea, it’s helpful no matter your career path.” “Thank you, Mr. Bowen.”

Kyche was waiting at the door. Their eyes were open widely and shining, and they were almost bouncing. “I’m afraid and excited, Ash.” “It won’t hurt a bit. I promise.” “I know.”

As we passed out of the gates I began thinking about Litha - the few classes, the warm weather ... trips short and long ... and sex with my friends. “Kyche, do you know anything about your Litha events? I don’t mean classes, I mean are you going to spend time with your ‘rents when they take vacation, or what? Mine haven’t even decided what they want to do.” “Um. I hadn’t given it too much thought. Litha gets boring.” “This Litha is going to be like previous ones for me the way a butterfly is like a gnat. First year for post-pubescent classes, first year I have friends I want to spend time with...” “Lovers?” I nodded. “Uh, you noticed we’re both taking the BDSM for minors class?” “Yup.” “Are we going to play there?” “Some of my lovers are going to be in that class, I want you to meet them, and vice versa, okay?” They nodded. “Why?” “I bet you’ll want to play with them, too.” They said “But will you play with me there?” “One of my friends’ dad says part of the reason for Litha classes is we meet more of our cohort, and I like that idea. I think we’ll play a lot during Litha, but do you know I’ve never played with anyone I haven’t known for at least six years?” “Ohhh,” they said. “You haven’t been kidding about how you had to cope with a lot of change quickly.” “Yup, I haven’t, and it’s fine. Really, it is, everyone has a different path and mine’s an outlier, as you mentioned before.”

We got to my place; I introduced Kyche to Auntie Sumi and Gretchen. “Play room open?” “No sign-ups.” I should have thought of that. “OK, I’ll fix it now.”

Five minutes later we walked in there. It’s not enormous, like a couple I’d seen recently, but neither is it cramped. Of course, it was empty. I opened closets and got things like towels, lube, various toys, and then I rolled out a bench. “Here we are, beautiful man-whore. I’m going to strip you now. I’m going to use light touches all over you and we remember all the noise you made. We also remember how you gagged me on that table. See my nipples hardening? So this time, I think you’re going to wonder how soon -you- are getting spit-roasted.”

Their nipples were hard, too, and there were tiny thrills I could feel from their muscles. I strapped them down and made sure there were no folded spots in the straps; and finally I pushed their head down on the big cock gag on the table and bound their arms behind them. They took most of the gag quickly but they would have to take all of it to relax their back.

I started by licking between their big and first toes and they grunted “mmmmh” into the gag. Their pussy was dripping. I slowly and methodically licked, touched, nibbled and blew on their toes until they had taken the whole gag. Of course, they could now relax their back, and with one hole filled and one they wanted to be full, I was hoping they’d feel they were a man-whore.

I pushed a thick dildo into their pussy and secured it in an X of strapping. They were dripping incessantly and I let them see how they looked from my point of view. “NNNGH. Nnn. NNN.” ‘I’m going to fuck you soon, Kyche.” “NNNNNGH.” “Open, slutty man.” They opened quickly and widely and I rimmed them and then began using my tongue and nails very lightly inside them.

The grunts Kyche was making had blurred together, they were breathing hard. ‘Kyche wants cock.’ “NNNNNNGH.” “Good.” I lubed my stiff and aching cock and entered just the glans; they tried to grab and haul the rest in but I had a hand on either toe and I could dissuade them with distracting touches - it was even better because I was conditioning them to accept the toe/anus/pussy/throat connection while I ramped their sensation and still wouldn’t let them cum. ‘Kyche is beautiful.’ I sent them how they looked and felt to me, every bit of them screaming with need. ‘Kyche needs to suffer there.’ They tightened on me. ‘Good man-whore, used until every bit of them needs to cum.’ I pushed my cock fully into them. ‘Cum, Kyche, cum now.’

They pulled on my cock, they tightened, they tried to rock and they squirted around the dildo in their pussy. They tightened their ass on me and did something and they made me cum, too, and I felt us doing an unfolding thing and even though we both were panting we made perfect sense to one another and relied on our bodies to do body stuff while we were connected as closely as ever I’d been. Time seemed unimportant wherever we’d gone.

It had actually been a few seconds we seemed to have been elsewhere. I’d been there with Beck and Bang-ja but not Ali and that interested me. Kyche resisted my attempt to pull my cock out of them, they resisted my attempt to lift them off the gag in their mouth, and they resisted my pulling the dildo out of their pussy - but they went along quickly when I undid their arm bondage: “rrrrr.”

Kyche smelled wonderful. I bent forward, put my breasts on their back and they made a pretty purring sound. I could deal with this, we were in contact and they showed me how they loved being air-tight this way. I showed them back how excited I was when he plowed my cunt when I’d had the cock gag in my mouth. “Mm-hmm” and a silent giggle. “Dear Kyche, dear fuckable man-whore, I am going to fuck this conditioning into you.”

They came immediately, and then I made them work, very hard, for their next orgasm. They applied their body assiduously to making me help them cum, and it worked, they drove both of us into one where I got lost in them.

I tried again to see if they’d let my cock go and they did, with much tickling and teasing. They let me undo the straps on the dildo and help them get off the big dildo that had been in their mouth for an hour. They jumped in my arms. “Again?” A cute, squirming, naked Kyche is fun to hold and they teased me. I knew better than to put them through that again too quickly, like not-until-tomorrow quickly, so I took us into the shower. We’re both little so there was a lot of room, and I pushed them to the floor and licked their pussy until they locked their ankles around my neck and said “stand up, Ash.” And Kyche was inverted, I was licking their pussy, and they were rhythmically contracting their legs. I thought I’d better make sure they wouldn’t come loose but they snorted. ‘This is fun, Ash! You’re next!’ ‘My legs probably won’t be able to do that.’ ‘Prunecake. I’ll make you do it when I have recovered.’ I’m sure they felt the blazing ‘want’ my body sent and as it spoke it was a good thing I was ready for them to slip.