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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 12" (t/b) 
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Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 05:10:05 -0400
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TEACHER - PART TWELVE

by Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

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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