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TEACHER - PART SEVEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

"You got any plans for tomorrow afternoon?" Cory asked as he and
Anthony caught the school bus the next morning.  Cory had barely
slept a wink all night.

"No, why?"

"Cuz Goosey is going to invite us over to his house tomorrow for a
repeat of Monday's performance, and then some."

"Invite us to his house?" Anthony asked skeptically.

"Yeah, to help us with our health assignment."

"More likely to lock us in a cage and fatten us up for Sunday dinner."

"You'll see," Cory said with a knowing smile.

That health class Cory put his plan into action, beginning by
thinking about the assignment, and then with hopes that all the
students did well, a thought that every teacher would have, even one
as stern and uncaring about kids as Goosey.  He thought of the
pleasure of every student getting a great mark, and how some students
would need help if that were to happen.  He then began whispering to
Anthony sitting behind him.

"Cory.  You want to share what is so important with the rest of the
class?"  His voice was sharp and cutting, as it always was.

"Me'n Anthony are having problems with this assignment."

"What else is new?" Julius said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes,
not hesitating to voice what many teachers would have thought but
would not have said.  Cory rarely did his assignments, and when he
did, they were poorly done, except for those he copied from young
Dominic.  "And it is Anthony and I."

"Could you give him and I some help?"

"Him and me," Julius corrected, making no effort to hide the
weariness in his voice.  "The period will be over in less than two
minutes, and the assignment is due Monday."

"We could come to your house on Saturday for some extra help."

The entire class held its breath as it stared first at Cory, and
then at Goosey.  What student in his right mind would ever want to
spend a second more than he had to with Goosey Gilles?  And since
when had he ever offered to help a student, especially at his home
and on a weekend besides?  Goosey Gilles delighted in kids failing.

That, of course, was not true.  Julius thought about how nice it
would be to have one assignment done well by everyone, not a new idea
but one for some reason he'd just been thinking of, and how Cory was
basically a good kid with potential, something he had to frequently
remind himself, and how he'd entered the profession with the idea of
enriching the lives of children, having assumed all children were as
eager to learn as he'd been as a student, also something he
frequently had to remind himself.  To his surprise he heard himself
agreeing.  It had to be because it was the last period of the day and
his mind was numb. Whoever had thought up a schedule with boys grade
8 health the last period of the week had to be sadistic.  Or someone
who knew only a person with Julius Gilles's reputation could keep
discipline of an all boys class in a subject none of them were
interested in, and especially at the end of the week.  The bell rang
and the students were out of sight before he had a chance to even
consider changing his mind.

Saturday afternoon his wife had a regular appointment with the
hairdresser, the two of them normally going out for the evening, or
having company over.  His two daughters and two youngest sons had
plans to be with friends, as they usually did on a Saturday, and his
oldest son was spending the day, like he did every spare minute he
had, with his girlfriend.  That, to his great relief, left the house
to himself for the afternoon.  It would be difficult to explain to
his family why he'd invited two of his students over to their home to
help them with their homework on a Saturday afternoon.

One of the reasons Julius Gilles was so strict and stern was because
he did not like teaching at the public school, and he did not
particularly like the students who attended such an institution. Few
of them had the great joy for learning as he'd had as a boy, and
their parents were just as dull and simple as they were.  He would
much sooner be teaching at a private school, such as the day school
his children went to, where students wanted to learn and appreciated
teachers and where he at least had something in common with the
parents.  The plain and simple fact why he didn't was because his
marks at university had not been that good to teach at a private
school. So as a result, he took his anger and frustration out on the
students of the public system.  Besides, he figured if he built up a
reputation of being a teacher who put up with no nonsense and who
expected the highest of standards from his students, he might have a
chance to get on at a private school despite his academic record. 
Unfortunately, with a steady stream of disinterested kids and low
achievers like Cory, he was never likely to get the marks that a
private school would expect of a prospective staff member.

As far as his children went, he taught at the public system to
better the lives of the poor unfortunate public school kids.  That
was very noble of their dad, and the stuff that the Gilles's were
made of, but they themselves wanted nothing to do with such low riff
raff, which made their admiration of their dad all the greater.  His
wife, of course, knew the real reason, but she'd cited the
humanitarian reason so many times she'd actually begun to believe it
herself.  And, like her husband, she clung to the hope that someday
they might mingle with those whom they considered their social peers,
and in the meantime they would entertain and cater to those who were
in a position to see their goals realized. 

In his plans and fantasising, Cory had not determined where Gilles
should repeat his performance, having decided to wait until he saw
his home before he made a choice.  As a teacher, Julius Gilles did
not make that much money, but as a veteran teacher he was a cut above
the average, and his home showed it, as Cory and Anthony had
expected, the Gilles's living in the district of Eaglemont, which was
a cut above Briarwood where they lived.  At first Cory considered the
master bedroom.  Having Gilles suck them off on the bed where he
screwed his wife would be hot, and especially in that he intended on
taping it. The Gilles's family room would also be hot.  He had not
forgotten his brilliant idea of Gilles buggering himself with the
pepper mill, which he'd brought along with him.  Leaving a tape of
him doing just that in the family room in the family room VCR would
be wicked.  Spotting the patio and the outdoor swimming pool, he knew
he'd found the perfect place.  It would also fit in nicely in how he
planned on introducing the perversions he'd planned for that
afternoon after reading his great-grandfather's paper.

As eager as he was to get right into some hot action, he figured he
and Anthony had better at least pretend they were there for homework
help.  That in fact could be part of the tape, sort of like the
magazine Anthony had found in his father's stash about the two
college students studying in the library and ending up having the
hots for each other and fucking behind the stacks.  It also gave him
a reason to set up the cam recorder, telling Julius he wanted to tape
their help session so he could refer to it later if he had to.  After
five minutes, he decided that was enough pretending.  Just as he was
about to put his plan into action, they were interrupted by Julius's
two younger sons.  Julius was just as surprised to see them as they
were to see Cory and Anthony.

"Ah, hi," Julius said.  "I wasn't expecting you home this afternoon."

"We weren't expecting to be home either," the younger of the two
said disappointedly.

"Jason's dad was called to an unexpected meeting, so he couldn't
take us out boating," his older brother explained.

"Oh. That's too bad.  There was nothing else you could do?"

"Not really.  Jason wanted to go dirt biking, but it's too hot, and
besides, his mother didn't want to load up the bikes and take us out
to the dunes."

"So we thought we'd just come home and take a dip in the pool," his
kid brother added.  The two boys looked over at the two unexpected
guests.

"Ah, these are two of my students, from Lincoln Junior High, Cory
and Anthony."  He might just as well have said "these are two turds
that dropped in out of the sky" from the look on the faces of the two
boys.  Eaglemont and Briarwood being adjacent communities, both Cory
and Anthony knew such looks and bristled immediately.  "They've come
by to get some extra help with their health assignment.  These are my
sons, Anton and Francois."

"Hey, I bet if the two of you helped us we could get done in double
time, and then we could all go for a dip in the pool," suggested
Cory.  The two boys made no attempt to hide their revulsion of such
an idea, and nor did their father.  "It is a hot day, unusually hot
for this time of year," Cory continued.  "Much too hot to be sitting
around doing homework really.  Certainly too hot to go dirt biking. 
A guy would work up a real sweat in this sun."  He talked quietly and
rhythmically like his great-grandfather said you had to, and he
thought about the sun and the clear blue sky, how bright it was and
how hot he was feeling, and how hot and sweaty a guy would be dirt
biking as he stared over in their general direction, not looking at
any of the three, just concentrating on the heat and sweating and his
thoughts, forming each slowly in his mind, linking one thought to the
next.  He saw Julius and his two sons shift from one foot to the
other uncomfortably.

"Stifling hot is how my mom would describe it, or hot enough to make
a pig sweat my dad would say."  The three Gilles's could well imagine
his father, whom none of them knew, saying just that, and they could
imagine how the pig would feel too.  "It's nice but a guy's clothes
sure can get itchy when he sweats, what with sweat trickling down his
sides and getting his pits all damp.  It's the sort of day a guy
should go shirtless."  Last night he'd rehearsed what he was going to
think, and he found saying his thoughts out loud now was even easier.
He thought about how he felt when he was all hot and sticky with
sweat, and he concentrated as he stared at the three of them.  Focus
on a single thought slowly and calmly, and then another thought, one
related, one that a person would have from his long term memory, one
that would fit into his behaviour and his beliefs.  Those were the
instructions his great-grandfather had written, and from the looks on
the faces of the three it was working.

"Yeah, a hot, late summer day, the type of day for a guy to go
shirtless, the type of day a guy would like to strip right down
naked," he continued, and from the flicker of alarm in Julius's eyes
Cory knew he'd made another connection, with a memory that Julius
would just as soon forget.  His sons' eyes flickered too, with
discontinuity.  His great-grandfather had written about watching for
that too.  Going naked was not something Julius's sons evidently had
any memory of, nor was it evidently something they agreed with. 
"Like in those nudist places, where guys and girls go naked as
natural as anything," he continued, and he could see Julius and his
sons fighting the thoughts in his mind that he was projecting.  His
two sons in fact were staring at Cory in mild shock, clearly having
never considered such a thing, and clearly not supportive of it. 
Cory, however, was prepared for just such a thing should he have
found Julius resisting his thoughts.

"It would be nice to feel the warm sun on your skin, the cool breeze
blowing across your body, cooling it gently, certainly nicer than
sweltering in hot, heavy, sticky clothes and having them soaking up
your sweat.  Yeah," he sighed, still speaking softly and calmly, "it
would be great to strip right down bare butt right now."  The boys
were still shocked by the suggestion, but not as repelled by it as
before.  He was making headway, but he had to make another
connection, one that would be convincing.  "The Greeks used to do
their athletics naked, didn't they Mister Gilles?" he asked suddenly
and unexpectedly.

"Ah, well, yes, they did, the Ancient Greeks."

Cory thought about pictures he'd seen, discrete pictures in history
books and books about ancient Greek culture, pictures where the
private parts were hidden, or were limp and especially tiny, like
those of a baby.  He thought about how natural it was to do athletics
naked under the hot Greek sun.  Anton, the older of the two boys,
recalled such pictures too, pictures in glossy history books.  The
thought about how natural it was, was a new thought but not one that
was out of line.  Cory smiled at the look of acceptance in his eyes. 
Add related thoughts, thoughts that were acceptable his great-
grandfather had instructed in his paper. "Why don't you show us that
strip act you showed us in school again, Mister Gilles?"

His mind quickly switched from ancient Greece to that Monday and
Julius blanched as he tried to think of some way to stop this
conversation.  "I think it's time to get back to your homework," he
suggested lamely.

"Ah, com'on, do it again.  It was great, wasn't it Anthony?"

Anthony had been listening to all this quietly and skeptically,
suspecting Cory's speeches were not going to work.  He quickly agreed
though he didn't see how Cory was going to convince Goosey to perform
a strip tease in front of his two sons.  "It was really hot.  Your
dad's a great strip dancer," he added, glancing at the two sons, and
especially at the youngest, Francois. Goddamn, seeing him strip would
be fucking awesome.  If Cory could convince them to do that he'd be
in his debt forever.

"You did a strip dance?" Anton asked, looking up at his dad in
surprise and disbelief.  Having lead a sheltered life, that was not
something he'd ever even thought about before.

"You bet he did, and like Anthony said, he's awesome.  Hey, I got
some music," Cory said as if he'd just thought of it.  "Show your
sons what a great dancer you are."  Cory took out his walkman from
his backpack and turned on the music, the same as he'd played that
Monday after school, and stared at Julius, recalling the strip act
he'd performed for them, concentrating firmly, concentrating on his
moves as the music had to be pulling up his memory of the afternoon. 
"Do it.  Do it.  Show them.  Show them.  Show them how to do it. 
Show them it's natural.  Show them so they don't think it's wrong,"
he thought in time with the rap music.

"No.  Now shut that music off and let's finish working on your
assignment.  On second thought, let's forget about the lesson."

"But we'd hardly started."  That was true, and Julius knew it was.
"You promised."  He had, and he knew that too.  "But I guess you're
right.  Let's finish getting help and then we can all strip and go
for a swim."  That, Julius did not want to happen either, and nor did
his two sons.  "I can't believe your dad's never shown you his strip
tease act though," Cory observed, acting surprised as he turned off
his walkman and looked at Julius's two wide-eyed, innocent sons.

The two confused boys didn't know how to respond, and nor did their
dad.  To say he had would be lying, and to say he hadn't would mean
he'd done something for his two students that was not only highly
questionable, but that he'd never done for his own sons. "I really
think ya should show them," Cory continued, repeating what he'd said
several times silently. "Or better yet, teach them how to do it too,
how to do it as good as you."  He repeated the suggestion, slow but
firmly in his mind.

"Do it as well as I," Julius corrected spontaneously.

"Dad?"

He could not deny having done it.  Not with Cory and Anthony there,
and it was evident neither was about to leave.  But how could he
explain why he'd done it?  He really didn't know why he'd done it
himself.

"Your dad's an awesome teacher," Cory said, glancing at Anthony.

"Oh yeah, the best," Anthony added, catching the hint immediately,
"the best teacher at Lincoln."

"For sure."

"He really understands kids and cares about them," Anthony
continued, really laying it on thick, too thick as far as Cory was
concerned but Anthony was on a roll and there was no stopping him.
"Bet he's had all kinds of awards."  The truth was he hadn't, which
Julius was painfully aware of, and which his kids evidently hadn't
thought about until then. Cory noticed the look on Julius's face and
that of his sons and knew he had to get things turned around before
Anthony destroyed the mood he'd been developing.

"He should certainly have gotten an award for his strip tease act in
detention."  Julius glanced at Cory desperately, wishing he would
stop mentioning that event, wishing he knew how to stop him.  How was
he ever going to explain why he'd stripped during detention to his
two boys?

"Teach them, teach them, teach them," Cory thought firmly.  "You're
lucky to have a dad like yours.  Ours would never do something like
that.  He's cool." Cory said aloud.  "Show them how cool.  Teach
them, teach them," he thought.

"He's hot," Anthony added, not sure this was working but willing to
give it his all.

"Show them how hot.  Show them what a great teacher you are.  Teach
them how to strip.  Teach them."  His thoughts were slow and
forceful, and he thought of the strip act Julius had performed, and
his enthusiasm in performing it, connecting real memories with his
suggestion, connect a real desire, to be a great teacher, with a
desire that was not his, to teach his boys how to strip, making
small, logical connections, as his great-grandfather had written he'd
learned to do.

There was only one way he was going to end this.  That was to do it.
To do what Cory had asked, to do what he was thinking.  Do it and get
rid of the two boys, and then he could sit down with his sons and
explain why he'd done what he'd done.  He wasn't sure how he'd do
that, but he knew he'd come up with something, something his sons
would believe.  They had great faith in him.  But first he had to get
rid of Cory and Anthony, and he had a feeling they would not be
satisfied until he did it.  "Do it.  Do it.  Teach them.  Teach
them."  Cory saw the hesitancy in Julius's eyes and lunged forward
with all his determination and concentration.

"Turn the music back on."

Cory quickly did and Julius began to bump and grind to the rap.  The
music switched to a song by PartyParty that Cory had specially
recorded for that afternoon, a parody using clips from George Bush's
speeches called Dick is a Killer.

"mr. speaker, members of congress, mom and dad, last month a girl in
lincoln, rhode island sent me a letter. It began, "dear george w.
bush, if there's anything you know, please send me a letter. ps. kiss
my ass." dick dick dick dick dick is a killer."

Julius slowly unbuttoned his shirt and swaying to the obscene
lyrics, he gyrated his hips as he removed his shirt and twirled it
around before tossing it at Cory and Anthony, both of whom were
delighted with the turn of events.  His hairy, flabby breasts bounced
as he swayed and gyrated.

"Tell the boys to do it. Tell the boys to do it. Teach them.  Teach
them.  Show them it's all right."

"i feel free. i feel free. dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick
dick is a killer. i feel free."

Julius unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned the top button.  Slowly
lowering his trousers and swaying in time to the music, he looked at
his two students seductively as he stepped out of them and removed
his shoes and socks.  Memories of having done it in the classroom
after school and how good it had felt dominated his mind, overriding
his conscience.

"Tell the boys to do it too. Tell the boys to do it too.  If they do
it too they'll see it's okay.  If they do it too they'll understand
how it feels and why I'm doing it," Cory thought as if it was
Julius's thought, as he'd read in his great-grandfather's paper.

That was logical.  "Now you boys try," Julius found himself saying.
His two sons stared at him, unable to believe their father had just
stripped down to his underwear in front of them and his two students,
and that he was now telling them to strip too.  "Go ahead, it's okay.
Show these boys how well a Gilles can strip."

The boys hesitated.  They actually didn't know anything about strip
tease acts, the television shows and their use of the computer being
closely monitored by their mother to prevent exposure to such ideas. 
They did know though that you only stripped down to your underwear
behind closed doors or when you were changing for gym or to shower.
Showing the two less advantaged public school students they could do
something well, even strip, was supported by their inflated egos on
the other hand, and they were accustomed to doing as their father
said, and believing that whatever he said and did was right.  They
slowly began unbuttoning their shirts and awkwardly trying to keep
time to the music at the same time.

"Do it slow and in time to the beat," Julius found himself saying.
Weird as it was, he did want his sons to do it well, and to impress
his two students.  He wanted to show them that no matter what it was,
a Gilles did it to perfection, which should be the goal of all
students.

"i love you and i do not want to lose you. my purposes are just, and
true. activity is increasing, and dick is on the rise."

"Com'on, you want to get Anthony and Cory hot," Julius encouraged as
his two boys removed their shirts.  "Wiggle those boy tits."

Anthony was getting aroused, and Francois had only revealed his
chest.  His dick was certainly on the rise.

"by executive order we're on the manhunt, aboard the star ship
enterprise. the once all powerful ruler of iraq was found in a hole,
and president clinton fucked it. true. president clinton fucked it."

Julius and his sons could not believe the words of the song, nor
that it was the voice of their beloved President, whom they fully
supported, saying such filth. Having removed their shirts and
revealed their thin chests and ribs, they unzipped their flies and
unbuttoned their trousers and pushed them down and stepped out of
them, swinging their hips in time to the chanting music. Julius found
himself growing more excited as he called out encouragement to his
boys, telling them to shake their butts and swing their shoulders. 
Cory and Anthony were by then fully aroused and Cory projected his
thoughts to the performers, telling them how sexy they were, how hot
their moves were and how hot they were making him.  They were hot
physically too, twisting and gyrating in the hot afternoon sun, and
soon sweat was beading on their foreheads and trickling down their
ribs and down the crack of their asses, making their performance all
the sexier.  Julius fought back, but he could not stop his hands from
slipping down to the elastic band of his boxers and slipping inside. 
Memories of what he'd done before, and how he wanted to show these
two boys watching a quality performance as only a Gilles would be
satisfied with were too overpowering. 

"dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick is a killer... (...my
ass) . . . fuck yourself, kiss my ass. and i want you. it's difficult
to talk about. and i want, 'cos you set me free. and i want you, and
i want you, and i want you, just as surely as dick is a killer . . .
( . . . my ass) . . . "

Julius and his two sons swayed and gyrated as they turned their
backs to the boys and slowly seesawed their underwear over their
buttocks, the boys following their father's instructions. They turned
and teasingly showed the top of their pubes, drawing their underwear
down to the base of their dicks and turned around again, Julius all
the while encouraging his sons and telling them what to do.

"suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass suck
fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my
ass suck my dick fuck my ass dick is a killer..."

Julius felt himself growing hornier with the obscene words of the
song combined with the fact he and his sons were stripping before two
of his students, both of whom he'd seen had become aroused.  He
thought of the bulges he'd seen in their jeans and he felt his own
cock swelling. Anton had seen their arousal also, and the obscenity
and suggestiveness of the song combined with the fact he was about to
fully expose himself to two teenage boys were too much for his twelve-
year-old mind.  His young dick sprang to attention.  Even nine-year-
old Francois could not help be affected, especially with Cory now
projecting his horniness full strength at the three. They seesawed
their underwear the rest of the way off their buttocks and down their
legs.  They stepped out of them and turned to face the boys, twirling
their underwear. 

"i believe that god made me a woman. i feel it in my heart, and this
bitch's voice must be heard. a sex change is the only certain way to
preserve, the sanctity of marriage. we are living in historic times.
we are living in a time of great change. our leadership and resolve
can light the way for others."

Cory and Anthony were delighted.  Standing before them once again
was their hated teacher, his hairy, flabby chest and stomach
trickling with sweat, his semierect cock dangling between his legs
over his hairy balls as he stood there flushed with exertion and
arousal, twirling his boxers about his finger.  Beside him was his
twelve-year-old son, Anton, a skinny, plain-looking boy, who being
tall for his age, looked even skinner, especially as he stood there
buck naked and sweating and blushing a bright red with embarrassment,
his discomfort written all over his face. He was in that twilight
age, his smooth pubes and hairless, partially descended nuts
revealing he was still in that prepubescent stage, but his fully
erect cock, only three inches long and half an inch wide but fully
erect and hard as a nail, revealed he was entering that exciting age
of adolescence.  Popping a boner at the most awkward and embarrassing
time was common for the gangly brown-haired, brown-eyed youth, who
found himself hard more often than soft as his body adjusted to the
changes it was undergoing.  That and having his voice change in mid-
sentence and finding himself speaking like Donald Duck without any
notice were making the life of the shy, awkward boy a constant hell.

At nine years of age, Francois was undergoing a different type of
physical change.  Being active athletically, the young red-haired,
green-eyed soccer player had lost his baby fat and was developing the
muscles of a young boy, evident from the firmness of his chest and
thighs and particularly his biceps which he delighted flexing in the
mirror each morning and checking for growth each night before going
to bed.  Of course his pubes were naked and his young little boy
balls had not yet descended, but like all healthy young boys he was
capable of achieving an erection under the right circumstances, and
the circumstances were right at that moment. Anthony was delighted to
see the boy's smooth, slender cock was the same length as his
brother's, and a bit wider.

As he and Cory stared at the three naked performers, Cory imagined
an itch deep up their asses, specifying nobody in particular but
rather focussing on what an itch deep up one's rectum felt like, a
feeling he'd had, and a feeling he knew at least the senior Gilles
had felt.  He projected that itchiness and the need to scratch it. 
He imagined a finger slowly inserting itself up that itching, aching
hole and satisfying the itch.  He pictured a slender, stiff cock
sliding up that itching aching hole and satisfying the itch.  He
projected how good that would feel, relying totally on the porn that
Anthony had provided him, having had no such experience himself.

Turning his attention to Julius, Cory concentrated on the memory of
him being dog fucked, on the image of Lad's long, red cock pumping in
and out of his ass.  He concentrated on the burning pleasure as his
anus tightened about the hot, throbbing cock, and on the throbbing
pleasure of having his rectum stuffed.  Of course he knew nothing
about the feelings he was projecting and was again relying on the
descriptions in the porn he and Anthony had read about guys and women
getting their asses fucked.  From the look in Julius's eyes,
evidently the descriptions were not that far off.  He concentrated on
that pleasure and on the ache to feel it again, seeing the look of
hesitancy and rejection in Julius's eyes.  Of course he would not
want to be dog fucked, not then, not in front of his boys, though the
idea caused a flash of arousal in Cory's loins which he projected to
Julius and caused a flicker of acceptance.  Hooking onto that moment
as his great-grandfather had indicated in his paper, instead of Lad's
cock he focused on the pepper mill, modifying his own memory of his
mother easing it in and out of her ass to an image of Julius
buggering himself, satisfying that deep itch.  He concentrated on the
pleasure he saw on his mother's face, and on the image of the pepper
mill being thrust in and out of her rectum and projected his feelings
and the image to Julius.

Leaving that image and desire in Julius's mind, Cory turned his
attention to Anton and Francois. He concentrated once again in
general, on an itch deep up their rectums, on the pleasure of having
their asses stuffed, on the desire to have their asses fucked. 
Unlike with their father, he had no memories upon which he could
build as his great-grandfather's paper had suggested, but their strip
act and the lyrics of Dick is a Killer had set the mood, and standing
there naked, aroused and confused increased their susceptibility to
his thoughts. He concentrated on that powerful, animalistic feeling
of horniness, something he and they had in common, and on the need to
have it satisfied.  His he had allowed to rise to the surface and he
reveled in it.  Theirs was buried deep inside and had only recently
begun to break through the barriers of self-restraint and years of
repression. 

Leaving those feelings of lust in their minds, he took the pepper
mill out of his backpack and handed it to Julius.  "Fuck your ass
with this," he thought as he recalled the words of the song. "Suck
fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass suck fuck my
ass."  Julius reached out slowly and mechanically, his arm controlled
by someone else as the words and beat of the song rebounded in his
head.  He fought the image in his mind, the image him sticking the
mill up his ass, and he fought the desire welling up in him, the
desire to have that itch satisfied. He pushed out those images and
thoughts only to have them return. Cory concentrated harder, feeling
the resistance and using Julius's memories of the physical pleasure
of getting his ass fucked to counter.  Ever so slowly he brought the
pepper mill around and placed the tip against his anus.  Sweat beaded
on his brow and his face contorted with the strain of resistance as
he slowly pushed forward.  His two boys watching saw the sweat and
interpreted the strain as the strain of desire, the same desire
itching deep up their rectums. Seeing the look on his boys' faces,
the look of surprise but the even deeper look of desire, Julius's
resistance faltered and Cory seized on the moment of weakness evident
in the man's eyes and he summoned up all the lust a thirteen-year-old
boy can feel and thrust it at the weakening man.  As the pepper mill
popped inside his rectum and memories of being stuffed by Lad's knot
were added to Cory's thoughts, Julius succumbed.

Stepping forward and smiling at Anton, whose attention was
distracted from his dad, Cory slowly and seductively pulled down his
fly and pushed down his jeans to reveal his bulging white Jockey
briefs.  Removing his shoes and socks and stepping out of his jeans,
he unbuttoned his shirt, continuing to project thoughts of lust at
the tall, skinny, plain-looking youth.  Standing there in just his
briefs, his cock tenting them out, he reached around and caressed the
twelve-year-old's smooth, compact butt.  Feeling hornier than he'd
ever felt before, Anton trembled with the still new and mysterious
feelings and desires.  To his embarrassment his cock jerked
uncontrollably.  He'd felt these feelings and desires before, but
never so strongly.  Cory pushed down his underwear and stepped out of
it, revealing his own stiff, eager cock.  He stepped behind Anton,
purposefully brushing his dickhead against the preteen's smooth
cheek.  Cory concentrated, projecting his own horniness and need for
satisfaction and merging them with Anton's as he projected the image
of him sticking his stiff dick up Anton's ass.  The resistance he
sensed was very weak.

Anthony was projecting the same feelings and image even though he
did not have a copper headband and knew nothing about what Cory was
doing.  All he knew was that Francois Gilles was standing before him
butt naked in all his glory, his tiny boy cock jutting up in the air
above his little hairless balls while standing beside him his older,
naked brother was about to get his ass fucked, and standing beside
his brother his naked, horny, perverted dad had totally inserted a
long, black, wooden object up his ass.  Anthony wasted no time
stripping, being the last of the five, quickly dropping his clothes
were he stood and revealing his naked, olive-toned body, the body of
a horny, lean but muscular adolescent boy.  Francois stared down at
Anthony's stiff dick, almost four inches long and the thickest of the
four boys. Taught to look upon public school kids with disdain, and
that to be naked was dirty, the nine-year-old stared apprehensively
at the stiff, olive dick.  He knew its owner was aching to plunge it
up his butt, and in a strange way, he was anxious to have him do it. 
Anthony saw the combined look of confusion and desire in the
redheaded boy's emerald green eyes, and his innocence and confusion
heightened his desire.  He stepped up behind him and ran his fingers
over the pale, silky smooth cheeks.  This was going to be fucking
awesome.

That was the exact thought Cory was thinking and projecting to the
three Gilles's as he grasped Anton's slender hips and snuggled
forward so the tip of his swollen cock was wedged in his tight hole. 
He slowly pressed forward, surprised how tight and resistant the
opening was despite having read about it in Anthony's father's porn
books, and even more surprised at the pain as the most tender and
sensitive part of his body slowly stretched open the forbidden
entrance to Anton's body.  He grunted and panted deeply as he pressed
his hips forward, paused, and pressed forward again, and Anton
grunted and inhaled deeply also as he tried to open his anus wide,
not because he wanted to be fucked, but because he wanted to end the
pain.  Slowly the sloping dickhead wedged in his anus, entering him
fraction by fraction. Anton could not believe it.  He was engaging in
a filthy, forbidden act, the filthiest, with a public school student,
in front of his dad and his kid brother.  It was with that thought
that he felt Cory's dickhead pop inside his rectum, and his mind was
flooded with the pure delight of success and relief.

Anthony had been discovering the same as Cory.  The porn books he'd
read sometimes mentioned the tightness of a person's asshole, but it
was nothing compared to what it was like for real, and never had they
mentioned pain on behalf of the person doing the fucking.  He was
determined though, and feeling hotter than he'd ever felt before.
Many times had he wondered what it would be like to fuck someone's
ass and had tried to imagine it, and after seeing Francois's picture
over at Cory's the previous night, he had thought about what it would
be like to fuck such an innocent, sweet-looking boy.  Now he was
about to find out.  He knew that was one of the reasons he was
feeling particularly randy, along with the fact his best buddy was
fucking Francois's older brother, and their dad was standing there
buggering himself.  It was more than that.  He could not explain it. 
It was as if he and Cory were connected.  When Cory had finally
popped his knob inside Anton, so had he felt his dickhead pop inside
Francois, and his delight was doubled by the surge of joy broadcast
by Cory.

Of course young Francois had never in his truly innocent life had
such obscene thoughts.  At the age of nine, sex of any sort was the
farthest thing from his mind. Close buddies, soccer, pleasing his
parents, and doing well in school preoccupied his time and his
thoughts.  Girls were friends and nothing more.  Having been kept
away from bad influences like television, movies and public school
students, he had no inkling of the perversions of the real world. 
Even fart jokes, the delight of the nine and ten-year-old set, were
unheard of in the private school he attended. So, what was happening
was even more bewildering and confusing than for his brother who with
his approaching puberty had at least the beginnings of suspicion
there was an entire world out there to discover.  Like his older
brother, he had strained to open up to the invading flesh to avoid
the pain, and like his older brother, he'd felt an itch deep up his
rectum like he had never felt before and was struggling with his
desire to satisfy that itch and the perversity of what the boy behind
him was doing.  And, like his older brother, he felt a sudden flush
of ecstasy and success as he felt the boy's dickhead pop inside his
body.

Julius had, of course, felt Cory's projection also.  He could not
believe what was happening. There he was on his patio with his two
sons, the three of them stark naked, his two boys about to get their
asses fucked by two of his most incorrigible students and himself
about to bugger himself with a pepper mill.  It was too insane and
too impossible to be really happening, yet it was.  It was like he
was living in a nightmare, a nightmare he had no control over but
which he had the strangest impression that someone did.  He had no
explanation.  He had no explanation for the burning pleasure
throbbing through his sphincter as he tightened it about the wooden
object as he withdrew it.  He had no explanation for the feeling of
pleasure as he sank the object deep up his rectum and his desire to
repeat it.  Each time it brushed against his prostate he quivered
with the pleasure ripping up his swollen cock, and his cock jerked
excitedly, something the four boys beside him were fully aware of. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass.  Fuck, fuck fuck my ass."  He worked the
pepper mill in and out of his rectum excitedly, desperately,
succumbing to memories of past physical pleasure, succumbing to the
incessant chant and demand pounding in his mind, pounding in time to
his heartbeat, pounding in time to the throbbing up his asshole and
the throbbing of his aching, wildly jerking erection.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."  Anton, normally
extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed whenever he had to strip in
front of others, worked his sphincter in time with thoughts repeating
over and over in his mind, in time with the stiff, throbbing cocklet
pumping in and out of his hole, clasping the intruding flesh tightly
as it withdrew and then relaxing as it sank back up his butt.  It
felt great being fucked, and his little cocklet jerked in the air
just like his dad's.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."  His breathing
became more labored and sweat trickled down his thin, naked body,
trickling over his exposed ribs like a set of rapids.  Never had he
felt so hot, physically and emotionally.  His anus burned with
pleasure and his rectum seemed to throb about the bone implanted up
it, and he felt the strangest, most mysterious tension building up in
his loins, a tension that was fearsome but which became more and more
desirable as the boy behind him thrust his hips to and fro, driving
his cock in and out of his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."  The words
rebounded in Francois's head over and over, an obscene chant to which
his entire body was throbbing.  More comfortable being naked than his
brother, Francois was otherwise feeling much the same.  He could not
believe how strangely pleasant the throbbing and burning of his anus
was.  He could not believe how much he wanted the boy gripping his
hips and thrusting his cock in and out of his body to be doing what
he was doing.  Through it all his body was growing tenser and tenser,
as if it was a spring being wound up, tighter and tighter, and that
was very, very frightening.

Cory had removed his copper headband and was now furiously pumping
his hips to and fro, fucking the tender, virgin ass of the preppie
private school student, the scion of his most hated teacher.  He knew
from personal experience and from reading his great-grandfather's
journal the dangers of wearing the headband when he could not control
his own thoughts, and as the horny thirteen-year-old approached his
climax his thoughts were flying wild.  He was fucking ass, for the
first time in his young life, and the awesome sensation of having his
stiff little pecker surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating ass flesh was
a pleasure nothing like he could have ever imagined, not even after
reading Anthony's father's porn collection. That it was the tight,
virgin ass of a skinny, plain-looking twelve-year-old private school
student made it all the more pleasurable.  Somehow his plainness made
him all the more physically attractive.  Of course that he was Goosey
Gilles's son and that his kid brother was getting royally fucked by
his best buddy added to the pleasure tremendously.  It was only
Cory's youthful stamina that had prevented him from shooting off long
ago.

The same went for Anthony.  Sexually curious and thanks to his
father's porn collection more sexually knowledgeable than many
thirteen-year-old's, and with a wide range of sexual fantasies fueled
by his father's porn stash and his raging hormones, he was
experiencing one of those fantasies right at that moment.  Fucking
the tight, virgin ass of an innocent, all-boy nine-year-old was
hotter than he had imagined it would be.  The sweating, gasping boy-
child being the son of his most hated teacher, and having the same
smug, haughty attitude toward boys like himself, certainly added to
the pleasure, as was the fact his older and just as innocent brother
was getting his ass fucked by his best buddy and his old man was
buggering himself.  He slipped his right hand along the boy's flat
stomach and finding his slender, stiff cocklet, he began to stroke it
as he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his own throbbing cock in
and out of the boy's asshole.

Finally Cory grasped Anton's slender hips tightly and thrust his
hips forward, driving his aching, throbbing cock up his hole and
pressing his new, curly bush against the boy's smooth backside as he
shot his juice up Anton's rectum.  He was filling Goosey Gilles's
son's ass with his cum, and it was fucking awesome.  Anton quivered
with a strange combination of arousal like he had never felt before
and disgust greater than he could have ever imagined as he felt his
hole being filled, filled with another boy's cum.  Having never felt
so filthy and perverted in all his life, but having never felt so
horny either, he tensed his naked, perspiring body.  Suddenly he felt
a burning up the core of his stiff, madly jerking little cocket and
to his shock three short, thin, watery squirts erupted from his body,
his first ejaculation, his partially descended balls, now drawn up
tight under his cocklet and barely visible, not yet capable of
producing the copious, thick, white jizz filling his asshole.

Seeing the thin spatter sputtering from Anton's cocklet, Anthony
lunged forward and pumped the slender, now bright red cocklet in his
right hand even more furiously, sending sharp thrills though the
young boy's body as his own cock began to spurt out his teenage
juice.  Hot and thick, his boy cum spurted up the nine-year-old's
rectum, quickly filling it with his seed, and he gasped and trembled
with delight.  Feeling his rectum being filled with something hot and
thick, young, innocent Francois had no idea what it was, and as the
first shock of his first orgasm, the first of his young life, hit his
body and mind, he had no time to dwell on the mystery.  His muscular
thighs grew weak and wobbly like he'd run a four-minute mile, and his
right leg quivered uncontrollably.  His naked body jerked and he
thrust his hips to and fro, riding the thick young cock shoved up his
ass as he experienced the first orgasm of his life.  His tiny balls
had drawn back into his abdomen and his dick head itched and burned
as he tried desperately to pee but could not.  His mind spun with the
acute pain-pleasure, frightened, awed, and throbbing with ecstasy.

Seeing the reaction of his two young, innocent boys, and knowing
that the two boys behind them had cum, Julius shot off also, his
thick man juice spurting through the air and streaking the glass top
of the patio table before him.  Streamer after streamer streaked
across the top, lacing it with thick, creamy man cum.  He stared at
it in a daze of pleasure and perversion, his hairy chest heaving with
his exertion and pleasure, vaguely aware of his two sons and the two
perverts with their cocks shoved up their asses watching him lace the
tabletop. The air was heavy with the scent of cum and sweat and the
five inhaled and exhaled deeply as their minds spun with pleasure,
and for the three Gilles's, with growing horror and dismay as guilt
began encroaching on their pleasure.

"Last one in the pool is a horny cock sucker," called Cory.  He and
Anthony hit the pool simultaneously, followed seconds later by
Anthony and Francois. Julius Gilles stood there on the patio, his
dick limp and dripping, and the pepper mill still shoved up his ass.

********** 

What else would you like Cory to do?  Have you ever had a
teacher you hated and wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea
and I'll write it as part of this story and with you as one of the
students in his school.  Anything goes, the hotter and more perverted
the better, except I don't write snuff and torture of kids.



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