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TEACHER - PART EIGHT

By Daemon Way

<a href="mailto:daemonway@yahoo.ca">daemonway@yahoo.ca</a>

Sunday, October 3, was the big interfaith prayer day in support
of the family that all the local churches had been preparing for
to counteract the movement to make gay marriages legal, a
movement that the church leaders claimed was being promoted by
the gay community to weaken the family and convert youth to their
perversion and was the first step to making paedophilia legal. 
Cory had no idea what paedophilia was, but he figured if the
church was against it then it had to be something good.  The Pray
For Our Families Day had been widely advertised for the past two
months and was turning out to be a major event with not only the
Christian, but also the Jewish, Sikh and even the Islamic faiths
joining together for a day of prayer and promotion of family
values.  Besides services and meetings throughout the day to
decide what could be done and to provide help to families under
attack, they were planning on bringing out a Christian rock group
and counsellors for the teenagers and turning the whole thing
into an old-fashioned family picnic and fun day.  Cory had his
own plans.  He'd increased his efforts to find out more about
Satanic cults on the Internet these past two months, in between
his searches for porn, and he'd already gotten a couple of his
friends sort of interested in forming a coven.  He figured they
could meet and while the others were all praying for the family
and for God to strike down the faggots with lightning or AIDS or
whatever, he and his buddies could be praying to Satan.  That was
sort of where the plan fell apart, because he didn't really know
what they'd pray for, not wanting to hurt any families or
anything, and besides, he only had two others interested so far,
which wouldn't make much of an impact.

He didn't let that daunt him.  He did have other ideas.  He could
wear his headband and have Goosey Gilles get up on the stage and
proclaim that he was gay and tell the preachers they could all go
screw themselves.  Or he could have him offer to blow all of them
to show them how good it felt being sucked off by a guy.  Or
maybe he could declare he and Stewart Millburne, the Vice
Principal, who hated kids as much as Goosey did, were secret
lovers and planned on getting married.  Or perhaps he could be
part of the entertainment, him and Lad, up on the stage.  Or he
and his sons could do their famous strip tease act, which he'd
caught on tape and had shown a few of his closest friends.  Now
those were all great plans.

His father being the spokesman for the local Baptist churches,
Jonah was there of course with his brothers and sisters, looking
all grown-up and proper in his white shirt and suit and tie and
with his face scrubbed and his long, fine curly blond hair
fluttering in the slight breeze, a little seven-year-old adult
sitting up in the front on the folding metal chairs that had been
set out, his feet swinging in the air in that they could not
touch the ground as he waited for his father to speak.  His
father knew all about families, having four children including
Jonah, all of whom were inheritantly bad and upon whom he
regularly used the rod, and one sibling on the way.  With Jonah's
big, deep blue eyes and fluttering blond lashes and fresh,
innocent face, it was difficult for even the most evil-thinking
person to imagine Jonah having any sinful thoughts, let alone
doing anything wicked.
Well, there was one person.  Cory did not much care for Jonah's
father and his constant preaching about the evils of the world
and his holier than thou attitude as he told his father how he
should be raising his children.  In fact, he thought it would be
perfectly fitting if someone, say himself, taught young Jonah all
about those sins and other wicked things his father thought he
had to beat out of him and show him just how pleasurable they
were.  The thought of perverting the innocent, wide-eyed
seven-year-old was particularly delicious that Sunday with him
looking so sweet and pure in his suit and all, and perverting him
especially on this day of all days gave Cory a twitch where
Jonah's father figured boys should not have twitches.

As he began to make his way toward Jonah and suggest the two of
them slip away while the adults did their thing, he was
distracted by the arrival of Riverside's small Arab contingent,
many of the older men and women dressed in their traditional
robes and head apparel.  One of the boys in the group, a boy with
big, chocolate brown eyes, luscious looking lips, and a cinnamon
brown complexion, he recognized as a boy attending his school. 
He looked particularly sexy in his embroidered bowl-shaped cap
and best clothes, and Cory's mind, already on sex, quickly
shifted from Noah to him.  He didn't know him, not even his name,
but that could be changed.

He was still imagining him and the Arab boy doing their bit for
intercultural understanding when Father Henry arrived, along with
Saint Andrew's choir, including his classmate Dominic, who was
also one of the church's altar boys.  Dominic had been in some of
his classes the previous year also but he really hadn't gotten to
know him, other than to borrow his homework on occasion, Dominic
always having his done and Cory almost always not.  They were as
different as night and day, and the slightly younger boy was not
the type of boy Cory chose to chum with.  As Cory watched him
take his place on the stage, several reasons why he should change
their relationship came to mind.  For one, Dominic was just as
pure and innocent as Noah, possibly even more so.  Shy and quiet,
and a real teacher's pet, he was the least likely to get in
trouble in their class, and the last to be suspected, all reasons
the two of them were unlikely to become chums.  To befriend him
and have him pull some prank on Goosey, like put a tack on his
seat, or even better, one of those fart cushions, would be
hilarious.  Another good reason was the fact that Dominic's
father was the Area Superintendent of Schools.  Now Cory didn't
know what exactly an Area Superintendent did, but he did know
when he showed up at the school teachers acted on their best
behaviour as if they were afraid of him and Stewart Millburne
became a total suckhole.  Now that he had decided to seek revenge
on Goosey big time, Cory suspected that if he could influence
Dominic and if Dominic could influence his father, which he
figured would be a snap given Dominic's sweet, innocent face, not
knowing the real relationship between Dominic and his dad, then
between the two of them they could make Gilles's life pure hell.

Even if they couldn't, with Dominic's sweet, innocent face, those
pretty steel blue eyes and fine blond eyelashes, his button nose
with the spattering of freckles, and those thin lips, messing
around with him and introducing him to the joys of sex would be
hot.  And, there was his stacked, seventeen-year-old, strawberry
blond sister.  Now using Dominic to get to know her would really
be an experience!  Just because he was only thirteen didn't mean
Cory didn't set his sights high.

As the choir began to sing, Cory imagined using his headband to
get Dominic's sister to put out, in every way possible.  He
reached down and squeezed his swollen dick and wished that there
was someone around who could satisfy the pain he was feeling.  He
wondered if Goosey Giles was around.  He had to be.  He was just
the type to support something like this.  Dominic stepped forward
at that moment and began his solo, and Cory's thoughts were
momentarily interrupted once again.  As he stood there squeezing
his aching cock and looked up at Dominic standing there in his
red and white choir robes and singing in the sweetest alto voice,
it was like an angel sent by God with a message specifically to
him.  At least that was the way Cory saw it.  He had to have
Dominic, and he had to have him that afternoon.  As he sat down,
his face the picture of total concentration, many who joined him
noticed his attention and observed how rewarding it was to see a
boy so young so captivated by the sermon being presented.  Cory
didn't see them, nor hear of word of what was being said on the
stage.

As they took a break, Dominic and Jonah happened to be side by
side at the refreshment table getting a glass of Macdonald's
orange juice to beat off the heat of the day.

"Hi."

"Hi," the two boys responded in unison as they turned around at
Cory's voice, and they quickly looked at each other, each
embarrassed that he'd thought Cory had been addressing him.

"You two know each other?"  They shook their heads in the
negative.  Cory introduced them to each other and they nodded at
each other in greeting.  "So, whatsup?  You guys got plans or
something?"

"I've got an hour and a half before Father Henry speaks and the
choir sings again," responded Dominic.

"You were fucking awesome.  You got one hell of a great voice,"
Cory praised.  "Wish I could sing like that."

"Ah, thanks," Dominic replied, embarrassed by the praise, and
even more embarrassed by Cory's language as he glanced around to
see if any adults had overheard.  To his relief, even though he
was not the one who'd swore, nobody had heard.  There was no way
he'd ever say such things.

"I got no plans.  I was just told I gotta be here.  My dad's much
too busy to really notice if I am though," Jonah observed with a
hint of sadness in his voice.  Dominic could relate to that.  His
father never paid any attention to him either.  He never had, his
whole life.

"So, what's say we go for a quick swim?  It's fucking hot out
here.  You two must really be cooking."

The two boys glanced at each other.  Jonah in his suit and tie
and Dominic in his robes, they were hot.

"I didn't bring my swim suit," Dominic responded.
"Me neither."

"We needs fucking suits?  It's just us three guys.  We can go
buck naked."

"Not here we can't!" Jonah observed with a grin as he glanced
about at the crowd.

"No, but we can slip away somewhere where we can.  Let's go."

The two boys were hesitant to leave knowing their fathers would
object, but they were hot and it was going to be boring just
standing around for an hour and a half, and both were eager to
please Cory who unbeknownst to him they both saw as the type of
boy they wished they could be.  So, the three of them slipped
away, which was not difficult to do with all the adults being so
preoccupied, and they soon found themselves at the edge of the
lake in a secluded part of the park.  Cory of course immediately
began to strip, knowing that if he hesitated the two boys might
not follow.  As it was, they glanced at each other hesitantly,
not so sure if they should go through with this now they were
there.  At least not knowing each other would help.

Young Jonah removed his suit jacket, and glancing around, found a
branch of a low tree to hang it on, and Dominic followed suit
with his choir robe.  After a bit of a struggle Jonah loosed his
tie and slipped it over his head, leaving the knot in as he had
no idea how to tie it again, and the two boys slowly and
self-consciously unbuttoned their shirts and removed them, and
then their runners and socks.  Finally, concentrating with such
seriousness you'd think they'd never removed their pants before,
they slowly pulled down their flies and stepped out of them.  By
this time Cory had stripped down to his briefs, and as he watched
the two innocent boys step out of their trousers he again felt a
twitch between his legs.  Again taking the lead, he pushed down
his briefs and stepped out of them, and then watched as the two
boys removed their underwear.

All three boys were slender but being athletically active they
all had good builds with strong though still developing muscles
and flat boy stomachs below which hung typical young boy jewels.
Neither Jonah nor Dominic had pubic hairs, and both had tiny
balls.  Looking at their crotches, Cory suddenly had an idea. 
Telling Jonah to lie down on his back on the grass and to raise
his knees and spread his legs, he then had Dominic lay in the
same position but lined up toe to toe in the opposite direction.
He then had them shuffle closer with Dominic placing his
widespread legs on either side of Jonah's waist, his knees still
raised, and Jonah with his legs under Dominic's and his feet also
on either side of Dominic's body.  He continued to have the two
boys wiggle closer together until they were touching butt cheek
to butt cheek, and ball sack to ball sack.  Kneeling beside the
two boys and sitting back on his heels, Cory reached out and ran
the tips of his index and middle finger of his right hand over
Dominic's smooth, loose ball sack while he ran the finger tips of
his two fingers of his left hand over Jonah's.

Although five years apart, the two boys had practically identical
balls.  He pressed against them gently, feeling for their
contents.  Jonah of course was still far from puberty, and
Dominic had not yet begun, so both nut sacks were loose and
practically empty.  Both boys had been taught that they were not
to touch themselves there, and certainly nobody was to touch
them. So they lay there in fear and in curiosity, certain a bolt
of lightning would strike the three of them dead any second,
curious how strange and exciting it was to have someone rolling
their balls like Cory was. As he released them and they fell back
into position, they touched each other.  Now nobody had told
them, but having those private parts nobody was to touch or see
touching each other had to be an even greater sin. To their
surprise, having had their tender eggs fondled and now feeling
them nestling against each other had caused their dicks to begin
to swell, something that did not escape Cory's attention.

"Your nut hasn't formed yet," he announced.  The two boys looked
up at him blankly.  "When a guy gets older, his nut grows inside
his nut sack.  Here, feel mine."

The two boys succumbed to temptation without putting up the
slightest fight.  Cory had after all felt theirs.  They sat up,
their legs still straddling each other, and ran their finger tips
over his balls and then cupped them under his guidance, knowing
even at their age how tender that part of a guy was.  Cory's
balls were considerably larger than either of theirs but still
hairless. They could feel something inside, something large and
firm, like the nut inside a plum, and they could feel it roll as
they rolled his sack in their fingers.  Having the two wide-eyed
and innocent boys sitting there butt naked and fiddling with his
balls gave Cory a hardon in an instant, something the
thirteen-year-old was experiencing several times a day.  Sitting
there holding his balls and seeing his dick spring up, despite
their innocence and naivety, the two boys boned up also.  Dominic
reached up and brushed the long strand of hair that kept falling
over his eyes as he looked down at his young boner, and at that
of Cory and Jonah.  It was the first time he'd ever felt another
boy's balls, and the first time his cock had ever gotten stiff
except for a few times when he'd woken up in the morning and had
to pee bad, and then it had already happened while he was still
asleep.

Dominic's cock was noticeably thinner than Cory's, but was almost
as long, though unlike Cory his foreskin was considerably longer
and formed a tube that extended beyond his knob, which was not
that noticeably wider than his shaft.  Jonah was also uncut
though his skin was not as long nor as loose, and it clung
tightly about his stiff little cocklet, which was about the
length of a man's little finger, with just the tip exposed. 
Cory's cock on the other hand was just over four inches long and
though slender, thicker than the other two boys.  As a result of
frequently tugging on it, when he became erect his skin now
slipped down to form a turtleneck half way down the slope of his
knob, which was also more pronounced than the other two boys,
looking like a little mushroom cap.  The three boys studied each
other in silence, Dominic and Jonah feeling guilty and nervous,
Cory feeling hornier than he'd ever felt before.

"Well, enough laying around," he said as he began to get to his
feet.  "Last one in the lake is a rotten egg."  He was off and
running, his stiff cock wagging in front of him like a dowsing
rod and his balls bouncing against his thighs.  Jonah and Dominic
were quickly behind him.  Feeling the warm sun and the early fall
air on their naked genitals felt strange, but good.  For the next
half hour the boys splashed and swam, enjoying the coolness of
the water as the sun beat down on them, and enjoying just being
boys and having fun.

"Hey, you guys left something back in the lake," Cory observed as
they splashed out of the water.  Jonah and Dominic glanced back
with puzzled looks.  That was impossible.  They hadn't gone into
the lake with anything.  They looked back at Cory curiously. 
"Your nuts," he joked.  The cold water had caused them all to
shrink, Cory's balls now a tight little walnut drawn up under the
base of his shrivelled dick, which was now the size of baby's
little pee-pee.  Dominic and Jonah's dicks had similarly shrived
up to tiny one inch hoses, and their balls had retreated back
into their abdominal cavities so it appeared as if they had none
at all.  Cory of course immediately declared they'd better check
each other out.  Kneeling down in a circle there on the narrow
strip of sandy beach and sitting on their heels, they spread
their legs and once again cupped and fondled each other.  Cory's
balls looked just like a wrinkled walnut, the loose sack having
contracted and drawn his nuts up under his dick, and they felt
just as hard.  Dominic and Jonah had, as Cory had noted, almost
no balls at all.

"Funny how cold makes a guy's nuts shrink," Cory observed, "and
heat makes them swell."  The two looked at him blankly, having
clearly noticed the first but not the second.  "You guys didn't
know that?"

"Not the heat part," explained Dominic.

"Well then, let's warm them up and you'll see," Cory said,
immediately leaning over and opening his mouth wide without
waiting for a response and exhaling on Jonah's absent testicles.
Of course they began to emerge immediately in response to his hot
breath, to the surprise of both Dominic and Jonah.  Jonah watched
for a moment, and then leaned over and did the same to Dominic. 
Although he wasn't touching Dominic, Jonah figured his father
would probably consider blowing on a guy's privates was a sin
too, though he couldn't see the difference between that and
blowing on your fingers when they got cold.  Dominic, feeling
just as guilty and just as curious, did the same to Cory, and he
watched in amazement as Cory's balls immediately began to swell.
Cory of course did not stop there, having the blue-eyed,
blond-haired choir boy blowing his hot breath on his crotch and
he similarly blowing on the tiny wiener and balls of the all so
holy and innocent seven-year-old Jonah.  He was soon stiff once
again, as were the two boys.  "Damn, now look.  Now we have to
shrink them back down!" he said as if complaining, and as the two
boys laughed he joined in.

"The sun just got me all dried off, too," said Dominic.

"Yeah, me too," said Cory.  "Luckily there is another way we can
shrink them back down.  Let's have a group jack off."

The two boys looked at him blankly.  "You know, beat off?  Jerk
off?  Masturbate?"  That they knew the last word Cory could tell
from the looks of shock and shame on their faces.  "So, how do
you guys like to do it?"  The two boys looked at him, and then at
each other.  "You do it don't you?"  They shook their heads. 
"You gotta be kidding."  They shook their heads again.  "Why
not?"

"It's a sin," replied Jonah.

"Good boys don't touch themselves."
"Bull shit," Cory replied.  "Bull shit to both.  Fucking lies by
fucking grownups."

"Why would grownups lie about something like that?"

"Because they don't want kids to have any fun.  They don't want
them to know the pleasure."

Jonah could accept that.  His father never wanted him to have any
fun, or pleasure.  Pleasure was the devil's reward for giving in
to temptation.  He thought of the many times his father had him
drop his pants and had struck his buttocks with the bamboo cane
he always kept within reach to beat the devil out of him and his
brothers and sisters.  Dominic could accept Cory's explanation
too.  His father didn't really like him, and certainly didn't
want him to have any fun.  He knew he resembled his mother in
many ways, in his looks and his behaviour, and he knew that
bothered his father, that he was alive and his mother was not. 
He didn't know much about his mother's death shortly after he'd
been born, but he knew his father blamed him for it.

"I like to do mine with my thumb and first two fingers, and pull
my skin right back as far as it will go and push it all the way
up real slow," Cory said, demonstrating.  The two boys watched. 
"Go ahead, try it."

Jonah was the first to try.  "It makes the bump at the end feel
sort of tingly."

"Yeah.  The bump is called a guy's knob, or his dick head."

"It sort of hurts to pull it all the way back," Dominic
observed.

"Yeah, it did me too, the first few times, but the more you do it
the easier it is to pull your skin back all the way, and the
cooler it feels.  The first little while I mostly just rubbed my
knob with my fingers with it inside the skin, like this."  He
demonstrated, pulling his skin up over the knob and then just
rubbing the head with it still encased.  Dominic copied.  It did
feel better.  In fact it made his knob feel like it was on fire.
That was frightening, and enticing.  He did it slow and wiggled
with the new pleasure.

Pleasure triumphed over guilt and fear, and as the two boys sat
there slowly pumping their dicks for the first time in their
lives, Cory grinned.  He'd inducted two more guys into that
secret fraternity of masturbators, and from the looks on their
faces, he knew that now that they'd tried it, they'd never stop.
His dick throbbed hotly with arousal, and he pulled the skin back
and then up slowly, delighting in the feel of the warm sun and
the air on his knob when he pulled his skin back, delighting in
the throbbing, tingling sensation along the rim, and even more
delighting in the building pressure that he knew had a
spectacular ending.  Even more than delighting in his own
pleasure, was delighting in watching young, innocent Jonah
pumping his little cocktail weenie with his thumb and first two
fingers, and young, angelic Dominic pumping his stiff cock, the
long strands of fine, blond hair hanging over his nose forgotten
as he concentrated on the pleasure throbbing between his legs. 
Cory made no effort to hide that he was watching the other two
boys, which encouraged them to glance at each other also, though
more guiltily and cautiously.  Having his two initiates watching
him as the three of them engaged in that secret and totally
forbidden act was especially hot.

Cory finally came, and the two boys stared in awe as he spurted
out his thin boy juice, squirt after squirt shooting high into
the air and landing in globs in the hot sand between his
outspread legs.  He inhaled sharply, his head spinning with his
climax and the excitement of being watched.  Seeing Cory shooting
his stuff brought Dominic to his peak and his right leg suddenly
jerked uncontrollably and he trembled and bounced up and down in
the sand, thrusting his stiff, throbbing dick in and out of his
now tightly clenched fingers as he experienced his first orgasm.
A few seconds later Jonah also gasped and groaned with his dry
orgasm, his second, having been brought off by Goosey Gilles in
the park, an experience he'd fretted over and worried about ever
since, and that at the same time he wished he could experience
again, not knowing he didn't need someone sucking his pee-er to
bring that pleasure.  Cory had been right.  This was an awesome
pleasure that adults would not want kids to find out about.

Having less than fifteen minutes to get back to the main part of
the park, the three of them scrambled into their clothes and
raced back to the park, arriving out of breath and all heated and
flushed, but arriving back just in time.  Dominic immediately
fell into place, the choir already ascending the stage, and Jonah
and Cory took front row seats.  Standing near the stage, Jonah's
father noticed and smiled.  He knew Cory's father did not agree
with him about how to raise children to be decent Christians, but
his own son, properly raised to fear God, evidently had
befriended and was converting the boy.  He would have to
encourage their friendship.  Father Henry smiled too, seeing
young Dominic, his prize youth member, his cheeks flushed and his
eyes bright with the excitement of singing the Lord's hymns on
this very special family day.

None smiled as broadly as Cory.  He wondered what Jonah's father
would think if he only knew what they'd just finished doing! 
And, he wondered what Father Henry would have done if he'd found
them sitting there in a circle jacking one off.  As the choir
began to sing, it was as if God Himself was celebrating what they
had done, and when Dominic stepped forward and began to sing his
solo with more gusto than ever before, Cory was convinced that
God knew and had approved.  As he slouched down on the metal
folding chair, he pictured the three of them sitting there buck
naked and gasping with their orgasms only fifteen minutes ago,
and he felt his dick beginning to stir.  What he did not know,
was that Jonah and Dominic were thinking the same thing, and
experiencing the same reaction.

******

Thanks to Dominic for this story idea.  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 with you as one of the characters.  Anything goes, the
hotter and more perverted the better, except I don't write snuff
and torture of kids.

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