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TEACHER - PART TWELVE

by Daemon Way
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Cory slept in Sunday morning, as he did every Saturday and
Sunday, and woke up to the smell of bacon frying and with a
raging morning wood.  Bacon, chilled apple juice, and blueberry
pancakes was his dad's Sunday morning special every Sunday.  A
morning wood was Cory's special every morning.  Reaching down and
fiddling with his sleep damp balls, he thought of yesterday and
the tape he'd made of Goosey Gilles and his sons and his stiff
cocklet twitched.  Slipping a thumb and first two fingers about
it, he squeezed it and began to tug on it.  He had time for a
quick jerk.  He glanced over at his growing collection of videos
featuring Julius Gilles and smiled.  Anthony would pop a boner
before they even got to the part where they were sucking on the
banana!  He turned his attention to his own banana.  Actually, it
was more like a pork sausage he thought, a nice size pork sausage
for a thirteen-year-old, but still kid size.  The pleasure
throbbing through it though was very much adult size, and he
arched his back and sighed as he delighted in it.  He would
forever be in Anthony's debt for having shared the secret of
beating off with him.  He raised the fingers of his left hand to
his nose.  The fragrance of his sleep damp balls was even better
than that of bacon and pancakes.  He closed his eyes and
concentrated on the awesome delight of his approaching orgasm.

After breakfast, he pocketed the video he'd made yesterday at the
Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys showing Goosey Gilles teaching his
two youngest boys how to suck, and headed for Anthony's.  To his
disappointment, nobody was home.  So, he headed over to see
Terry, his second best friend.  Terry's dad greeted him at the
door with the information that Terry would not be seeing anyone
that day, and possibly would never see anyone again.  He was
grounded to his room indefinitely.  From the scowl on Terry's
dad's face, Cory decided it best not to ask why.  Knowing Terry
and his disregard for rules, especially those that didn't make
any sense, he could have been grounded for any one of a hundred
reasons.  Grownups had a lot of dumb rules that didn't make any
sense.  Also from the scowl on Terry's dad's face, he knew there
was little point of trying to use his headband to get Terry's dad
to give his buddy a reprieve.  He wasn't that good at using it
yet, and there were some things he figured even his headband was
incapable of doing.  Changing the minds of angry dads was one of
them.

"Would you like me to take Lad out for a walk?" he offered. 
Terry's dad hrumphed and thought about it, and then mumbling
something about at least some teenage boys having some sense of
responsibility, he thanked him and got Lad's leash.  As he headed
down the street, the eighty-five-pound German Shepard leading the
five-foot, ninety-three-pound boy, he agreed that he had some
sense of responsibility.  He was responsible for Anton and
Francois learning how to give excellent blow jobs for example. 
He grinned despite the day turning out to be a bit of a bummer
after such an excellent start.  One thing nobody could accuse him
of was not having a sense of humour.

Arriving at the park, he picked a spot as far away from the "All
pets MUST be kept on a leash" signs as he could so he could claim
not to have seen them, and let Lad loose.  The German Shepard
immediately took off to explore.  Cory wasn't much for following
rules that didn't make any sense either.  Pets weren't meant to
be on a leash.  Nor were kids for that matter, and a lot of
adults hell, all adults, had leashes for kids of some sort to
stop them from having fun.  Taking one of the two cigarettes out
of his sock where he hid them to smuggle them out of the house,
he lit up and laid back to enjoy his smoke and day dream about an
island where there were only kids and where a guy could do
whatever he wanted, which mostly was laying around smoking and
having fun and doing nothing.  A couple old biddies walked by and
one of them commented about how young boys shouldn't be smoking.
He gave her the finger, which caused her eyes to bulge and her
mouth to open and close like the fish down in Robb's Pet Store. 
He wondered what it would be like to fuck a wrinkled up old lady.
 He'd really make her eyes bulge and her mouth gasp.  He
giggled.

Finishing his cigarette, he sat up and looked around for Lad. 
Spotting Reverend Winthrop and his family setting out a lunch on
one of the tables in the picnic area of the park, a Sunday ritual
of the Winthrops, Cory called Lad and putting his leash on,
headed over in their direction.  He did not particularly like
Reverend Winthrop, who was forever complaining how bad kids were
these days and who never passed by their yard without stopping to
tell his dad how he should be raising him.  He was hungry though
despite the heaping stack of pancakes and half dozen strips of
bacon he'd had for breakfast, having the ravenous appetite of a
growing teenage boy.  His mom joked that he had to have a hollow
leg.  Being good Christians, at least he thought Baptists were
Christians though he wasn't certain, surely they'd offer him
something to eat.  If they didn't there was Jonah.  Maybe the two
of them could slip off and have a bit of fun, like they'd done
the previous Sunday.  That was the other never ending appetite he
had, sex.  Maybe he had hollow balls too, he figured with a
grin.

Jonathan Winthrop was actually pleased to see Cory approaching. 
He had at first been alarmed seeing the boy and his son Jonah
together at the Interfaith assembly last Sunday, knowing the evil
influences improperly raised boys could have on other young boys,
particularly in that all boys easily succumb to temptations if
their parents are not vigilant, and knowing Cory's parents were
far from vigilant, by his standards at least.  However, seeing
the boy sit beside his son during the sermon, and seeing the look
of intent concentration in his eyes, he could only conclude that
it had been his son who had exerted the influence, for the
betterment of Cory Wilson's soul, and not the other way around. 
He'd have felt a lot different seeing Cory again had he known
that Cory's look of concentration was because he'd blocked out
the sermon and was recalling the circle jerk he, Jonah, and young
Dominic had engaged in only minutes earlier.

As Cory had suspected, he was invited to join them, and he
discovered Jonah's mother was an awesome cook, which made up for
having to listen to Jonah's father's blessing of the food and
request of the Lord that he guide the young people about to
partake in it.  He wondered if Satanists asked Satan to bless
their food.  Four pieces of cold herb-roasted chicken, two heaps
of potato salad, several homemade buns, and a large piece of
peach cobbler later, the first of his appetites was satiated, at
least until supper.  So, he turned his focus on satisfying his
second appetite.  Asking if Jonah might join him in giving Lad a
bit of exercise, both he and Jonah were surprised and delighted
when the Reverend agreed, and told Jonah that Cory was an example
he should model, taking the time to take the dog of a friend who
was indisposed, as Cory had put it, for his daily exercise, and
reminding the boys and his other children that the Lord had
placed the care and welfare of all animals in the hands of his
servants.

And so the two boys and Lad merrily headed off as you see dozens
of boys and their dogs doing in parks across the country every
day.  As they approached the edge of the park where Lad had his
encounters with his two-legged bitch, the German Shepard took off
like a flash, and being young and muscular, he pulled Cory along
with him, though Cory wasn't exactly hesitating.  He hadn't
decided exactly what he and Jonah should do to satisfy his second
need, but doing it in the seclusion of the clearing on the other
side of the bushes was as good a place as any.  Actually, it sort
of being Lad's territory, they could possibly include him in
whatever it was they ended up doing.  Of course that meant Lad
would miss out on his usual rendezvous with his bitch at
six-thirty, but keeping the two apart would just make the two of
them all the more eager to fuck when they did meet, and seeing
the disappointment on Julius's face was as much fun as seeing him
getting fucked.

"This is the place you first saw Lad, isn't it?" Cory asked,
figuring it was as good a way as any to begin a conversation that
would lead to something sexual.  Jonah nodded shyly as the
seven-year-old recalled slipping into the bushes to take a leak
after their family picnic, being a typical boy and figuring the
bushes were just as good and the public toilets being much
farther away, and to his surprise, finding a dog and a naked guy
doing what you usually saw two dogs doing in the park or in the
street.  "Lad sure had fun that day didn't he?" Cory continued,
and again Jonah nodded.  He wasn't sure, but it had looked like
Lad had, and it looked like the man had too.  He'd thought about
that quite a bit since that day, and why his father became angry
when he saw two dogs doing what he'd watched the man and dog
doing he understood even less.  "Speaking of fun, you, me and
Dominic had some fun last Sunday too, didn't we?"

"Yeah," Jonah said quietly, his smooth, soft cheeks colouring as
he thought about the three of them getting naked and swimming and
playing with each other's testicles, and then Cory teaching them
about jacking off.

"So, have you tried doing what we did that afternoon since?" 
Jonah smiled sheepishly, his deep blue eyes sparkling as he
nodded his head ever so slightly, as if the slightness of his nod
lessened the gravity of what he'd done.  "Yeah, right on!  How
many times?  Once, twice?"

Jonah paused before answering, not because he was ashamed or
embarrassed to answer, but because he was counting.  "Seven."

"Seven!  Fucking right on!" Cory said with a wide grin as he gave
the seven-year-old a high five, causing the youngster to smile
and his eyes to sparkle even brighter.  Being particularly shy
and having no close friends considering the attitude of his
father, he was particularly delighted to have praise and
acceptance from a peer.  "You know, its sort of hot out here,"
Cory continued as he began to unbutton his shirt.  "Much too hot
a day to be wearing clothes."  Chucking his shirt, he pulled down
his fly and pushed down his jeans and his underwear together. 
"Com'on, let's get naked."  Jonah glanced around uncertainly.  It
was hot, but God, and his father, did not approve of nudity. 
"Don't worry, nobody can see.  This is way out of the way, and
even if someone did come by this part of the park, they wouldn't
bother pushing through those bushes."  That was true.  "Com'on. 
It feels great feeling the sun and air on your dickey and balls.
And we can have a little fun while we're naked before we head
back."

The memory of the fun they'd had the previous Sunday and the
promise of more fun was convincing enough for Jonah, though after
even only seven years of brain washing it wasn't without a little
guilt that he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off and folding
it up neatly lay it on the grass.  After untying his shoes and
removing them, he self-consciously pulled down his fly and pushed
down his trousers and stepped out of them and folded them and
stacked them on top of his shirt.  Standing on one foot and then
the other, he removed his socks and delighted in the feel of the
fresh green grass between his toes.  Cory watched him with
growing excitement, surprised how arousing it was to watch a
seven-year-old boy undress, unaware that there were men that
would pay big money to watch what he was watching.  His little
pee-er made the slightest little bulge in the pocket of his white
briefs.  "Com'on, your underwear too."

"Maybe this is far enough."

"Don't be silly.  Com'on, take them off," Cory urged.  "It feels
great," he promised, spreading his legs and exposing his balls
and partially aroused cock to the sun and air and to Jonah as he
looked up at the innocent seven-year-old.  He knew he could use
his headband if he had to, but he wanted the youngster to do it
because he wanted to on his own.  Jonah hesitated, opened his
mouth to disagree, and deciding otherwise, closed his mouth again
as he quickly pushed down his underwear and sat down on the grass
all in one motion.  "Holy shit!"  Jonah stared at the grass, his
eyes now filled with apprehension and regret.  "Stand up."  Jonah
looked up at Cory pleadingly, and then ever so slowly got to his
feet and faced him, close to tears.  He was used to being given
orders and obeying them.  "What the fuck happened to your ass?"
Cory asked in surprise as he bent around to look at the
seven-year-old's backside.

"Father punished me."

"For jacking off?"

"Oh no!  He'd strap me much harder for doing that!"

"Strap you?  What did he use?"

"A willow switch."

"The fucking bastard."

"You mustn't call him that."

"The hell I shouldn't.  Why'd he strap you?"

"Because I passed gas at the supper table."

"You did what?"

"You know," Jonah replied, and when Cory clearly didn't, he
placed a palm under his arm and making a farting noise.

"You farted?" Cory asked with a snort.

Jonah nodded.  "I didn't mean to, but Father said I did, that I
did it on purpose.  He says boys are naturally vulgar.  He said
maybe next time I'm tempted to do it I'll remember the pain and
think twice."

Cory wanted to curse Jonah's father again but he bit off the
comment.  "Does it hurt bad?"

Jonah shook his head.  "Not anymore.  It was a couple days ago."

Cory could not believe it.  A couple days ago, and yet he could
see the red swipes across Jonah's otherwise pale white ass.  Lad,
as if in sympathy and as if sensing the mood of the two boys,
suddenly stepped up and gave Jonah's backside a very wet lick,
causing the two boys to giggle. As they tried to push him away,
he figured it was play time, and the two naked boys and dog spent
the next several minutes rolling round in the grass with Lad
finding many places to lick and causing the boys to giggle all
the more, quickly forgetting their earlier mood.

"Can I ask you something?" Jonah finally asked as the boys got
Lad under control.

"Sure."

"How does a dog's thing come out?"

"Come out?"

"You know.  Like right now it's, well, hid inside him."

"Oh.  I never thought about it actually.  I guess it just sort of
grows out.  You know, like a guy's dick grows when he plays with
it."

"Oh."

"Let's find out."

"Huh?"

"Lay down on your back."

Jonah obediently lay down on his back and Cory after several
attempts in which Lad licked the boy's face and then his smooth
chest and wanted to play again, he got Lad to straddle the boy
and stop from licking.  He then instructed Jonah to reach up and
stroke and squeeze Lad's pouch like he'd shown him to do to his
dick the previous Sunday.  With Lad's pouch only a hand's breadth
away from his eyes, Jonah reached up and placing a thumb on one
side of the hairy sack and his first two fingers on the other, he
gently began to massage the tube he could feel inside the loose
skin.  Even though Lad had never been fondled in such a way
before, he was accustomed to being petted by children, and
besides, it was not an unpleasant experience, so he made no
objection.  It did not take much massaging before Lad's cock
began to protrude from his pouch before their very eyes.  The two
boys watched spellbound as it slowly emerged from its sack, and
encouraged by the result of his fondling and by Cory's praise,
Jonah massaged the hairy sack all the more eagerly with his thumb
and two fingers.  Soon all six inches of solid, red cock was
sticking out of his pouch.  Curious, Cory felt the dog's
slimy-looking cock and gave it a couple strokes with his thumb
and first two fingers as he was accustomed to doing his own dick,
and just as curious, Jonah followed suit.

"Let's jack him off," Cory suggested.  Jonah looked up at him. 
"Go ahead, keeping doing it.  He likes it."  Lad certainly seemed
to, and knowing the pleasure he himself felt, Jonah squeezed the
dog's rubbery, damp cock with his thumb and first two fingers and
began to stroke.  Cory smiled. Reverend Winthrop had said Lad's
care was in their hands after all.  If the oh so pure Reverend
could only see what his son was doing at that moment!  After only
a half dozen strokes, Lad of course did what dogs do, he began to
cum.  The boys were not expecting it so soon, and his first two
squirts, the first streaking across Jonah's nose and right cheek
and the second hitting his upper lip and running down into his
open mouth, caught the boys by surprise.  Although totally
unexpected, having previously sucked Lad's cum from Julius
Gilles's asshole, the taste of his cum was neither new nor
disgusting to the seven-year-old although the initial shots were
much saltier.

"Hey, awesome water fountain you're drinking from!" Cory joked,
and Jonah, wishing to amuse his new buddy, tried to catch the
next two squirts in his mouth, only half succeeding with the
first streaking his chin and running down his neck and the next
totally missing his mouth and streaking his smooth chest.  Cory's
boyish giggle encouraged Jonah to continue stroking the now
steadily spurting cock, his own little cocklet having become
stiff itself and jerking with arousal as Lad's hot sperm laced
his smooth chest and little nipples.  As Lad's knot began to
form, the two boys watched it grow with the fascination only boys
can have for such things, ignoring the fact Jonah's chest was
becoming coated with doggy slime.  Once his knot was fully
formed, Lad did what all dogs do, he began spurting cum more
vigorously and copiously, the thick, white doggy slime now
puddling on Jonah's slender, smooth chest.  Lad began to
instinctively jerk his hips, causing Jonah to loose his hold and
sending doggy cum spraying in all directions.  The four-foot,
fifty-pound boy desperately grabbed the spurting cock like a
fireman grasping a getaway hose, grasping Lad behind his knot to
give him a firmer grip on the slimy, rubbery cock.  Feeling
Jonah's hot little hand tightly wrapped about his throbbing cock,
Lad instinctively stopped humping and stood there passively as if
locked up a female's cunt as he continued to pump out his now
creamy, thick cum.  His huge black balls finally emptied, Lad was
quite content to back off and lay down beside Jonah to lick
himself clean to the amusement and envy of the two boys.

Drawing his knees up toward his chest and wrapping his arms under
them and hooking them behind his knees, Jonah hugged himself,
raising his hips into the air and exposing his perfect little ass
to Cory.  It was an automatic response, a position he often
assumed to comfort himself after being punished by his father. 
Looking down at the puddles of dog slime spattering his chest,
and recalling Lad screwing Julius Gilles and filling his ass with
his cum, Jonah wondered what it would feel like to have the hot
slime up his bum.  Innocent and uninhibited as boys naturally are
at that age, he scooped up a dollop of Lad's thick, creamy load
with his first two fingers and tried to work it into his rectum.
Feeling the hot, sticky doggy slime oozing along the cord between
his bumhole and his tiny balls, and having his fingers rubbing
and stroking his sensitive little pucker, his little hardon
encased in its tight foreskin jerked with arousal.

Telling him to coat his middle finger with cum, Cody instructed
him on how to slip his finger up his butthole based on the dozens
of porno stories he'd read about guys doing it.  Inserting his
middle finger as far as he could, Jonah began to ease it in and
out of his rectum as Cody instructed.  Once again he squirmed
with pleasure thanks to Cody, this time from the burning
sensation about his tight little pucker and from the weird
sensation of having his finger probing up his hot, moist rectum.
Already fully aroused, the young, blond-haired boy gasped and
sighed with the pleasure pulsating through until then a totally
ignored part of his body.  He licked his rosy, parted lips and
his thin, cum spattered chest rose and fell as he concentrated on
the new pleasure and the familiar but strange pressure developing
deep in his loins.  Finally throwing his head back and groaning
with the sweet pain, he convulsed with his dry orgasm.

Kneeling there beside the gasping, quivering boy, who still had
his buttocks raised in the air with his stiff cocklet, the size
of his little finger, pointing down accusingly at him, Cory
gingerly ran his fingertips over the sensitive, baby-smooth
globes which were more accustomed to being strapped than
caressed.  "Want me to finger fuck you?" Cory asked, his voice
husky with arousal.  Still recovering from his dry orgasm and
feeling the pleasure of Cory's gentle caresses on his buttocks,
Jonah nodded, his deep blue eyes looking up at the
thirteen-year-old with gratitude and admiration.  Dipping his
middle finger in the deeper puddle of dog slime on Jonah's chest
and coating it from tip to knuckle, Cody slowly stuck his finger
up Jonah's little boy ass, surprised and delighted at the heat
and moisture as Jonah's rectum encased his finger.  He slowly
began to work his finger in and out as Jonah had only minutes ago
done to himself, and once again the naked youngster began to
inhale and exhale deeply with the return of that new pleasure. 
He arched his back and groaned with delight, Cory's finger being
bigger and longer than his own, and it being somehow even more
pleasurable having someone else doing it to him than doing it to
himself.

Cory had read a lot about finger fucking in the porn Anthony had
shared with him, and had on occasion caressed his own butthole
when jacking off, but he'd never gone so far as to finger fuck
himself, and he'd never gone so far as to suggest it to Anthony
or Terry.  Seeing Jonah's reaction upon doing it to himself, and
the thrill he was getting at the moment doing it to Jonah, that
was going to change.  Already near the point of orgasm from
having watched Jonah jack off Lad and having watched Lad soak the
seven-year-old with his ball slime, Cory delighted in the
familiar growing pressure deep in his loins as he worked his
finger in and out of Jonah's ass.  Young and randy, Jonah looked
forward to his second climax also, and as the naked, slimed
seven-year-old bucked and trembled with his second dry orgasm,
Cody bucked and trembled with delight also, thrusting his hips
forward and spraying Jonah's chest, adding his own load of cum to
Lad's.

******

Thanks to Absalom for the ideas for this story.  What else would
you like to see happen?  Have you ever had someone you hated and
wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as
part of this story and if you wish add 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 and
anything involving player characters would need their
collaboration.  Non player characters available for your
amusement and abuse include the Gilles family, Vice Principal
Stuart Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family
including Jonah, and Father Henry.  Player characters created by
readers so far are Dominic, Terry and Anthony.


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