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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part Fourteen" (mc, nc, M/b, b/b, bestality)
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 04:10:03 -0400
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TEACHER - PART FOURTEEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Emerging from the Seven-Eleven with a Slurpee, a bag
of chips and a Mars bar, his Tuesday lunch, having
given the school lunch his mother had packed to Fats,
who never had enough to eat and was always grateful
for any supplement to what his mother packed for him,
Cory sought out the shade on the side of the building.
 Quickly devouring the bag of chips and the chocolate
bar, he took out a smoke from the side of his sock
where he carried them and lit up.  Inhaling deeply and
holding the smoke in, he exhaled slowly, enjoying the
dizzy sensation it gave him.  Inhaling again, he
thought about yesterday.  It had been wicked.

First Terry's dad had given him five bucks, which he'd
just spent, for taking Lad out for his exercise, Terry
still being grounded, for sneaking out of the house
after curfew he'd discovered from Terry that morning,
and once again praising him for his sense of
responsibility, his loyalty to his friend, and his
concern for animals.  Of course he made a show of
refusing the money, just enough to sound modest but
not enough to change Terry's dad's mind, and accepted
the praise.  Hey, if it made Terry's dad feel good,
why not?  If Terry's dad only knew what type of
exercise he was taking Lad out for!

Once they arrived at the park, Lad had only one thing
in mind, and that was to head for the clearing at the
far end of the park behind the thick bushes that
separated the park from the freeway.  As a result,
they ended up at the clearing ahead of schedule.  That
was fortunate because he'd no sooner released Lad from
his leash and had made himself comfortable to wait for
Goosey Gilles than the park groundskeeper showed up,
and headed directly for where he was hiding and Lad
was waiting.  Although he wasn't doing anything wrong,
he prepared to grab Lad and make a run for it.  Then a
guy that looked about his age showed up, and from the
conversation between the two, which he easily
overheard from his hiding place, he realized the man
was the famous, or perhaps better, the infamous Bob
Moser.  Pastor Winthrop had ranted about the man for
the past half year every time he passed by his place
if his dad was outside and had cautioned, or perhaps
better, had ordered his dad to warn him about the
dangers of strangers.  The Reverend was not the only
one with that message though the story being passed
from student to student about Bob Moser was totally
different.  Moser's trial had been big news so there
was little he didn't know about it.  On top of what he
already knew, in the brief conversation he'd overheard
between Moser and the student who had joined him,
Lane, he'd discovered that both had good reason to
hate Goosey Gilles.

He'd been afraid their presence might scare off Goosey
and ruin his plan, but to his surprise they'd hidden
in the bushes also, so close he could practically
reach out and touch them.  Then Goosey had arrived and
done his thing, and his sons Anton and Francois had
arrived as per the instructions on the audio tape he'd
made of Goosey's voice and had played over the phone. 
He really hadn't thought out a plan much beyond that,
other than having them discover their dad in a
compromising position.  The rest just happened, and it
had happened quickly and with surprising ease.  He'd
barely thought of the idea of Bob Moser and Lane
seeking their revenge on Goosey than the two broke
from the bushes.  Later he wasn't even sure if he'd
purposefully broadcast the idea to them by way of his
headband or if it had been totally their idea.  He had
thought of the two of them screwing Goosey's kids, and
they'd followed up on his idea immediately.  Whether
they'd enjoyed it as much as they appeared to have
because of their hatred and desire for revenge, or
because he was sending them messages of hate and
pleasure, he didn't know.  Certainly the messages he
was sending them didn't hurt.  The idea of making
Goosey suck the cum out of his sons' asses like he'd
made Goosey make Jonah do to him, and then having his
sons suck Lad's cum out of his ass had been
immediately accepted by Bob Moser too.  Again he was
not sure if some of the things Bob and Lane said and
did were really the result of his messages being sent,
or if they were their own thoughts and emotions.  At
any rate they were truly angry with Goosey, and truly
pleased by what they'd done.  There was no disputing
that.  And he had it all caught on tape to prove it!

"Hey kid!  Hey kid!  Kid!"  It took three times before
he realized someone was calling him.  Coming back to
the present, he looked up to see a man sitting behind
the wheel of a jazzed up red Corvette convertible
beckoning for him to come over.  Cory was no fool, and
the man was not the type of guy that looked like he
could be trusted.  A young Afro-American with his hair
in dreadnaughts, large white Fedora, an open, gaudy,
multicoloured silk shirt with several chains and a
large silver bling bling about his neck and resting on
a smooth and muscular chest, and a half dozen large
rings on his fingers, the man looked like a sleaze
despite his handsome Afro-American looks and disarming
smile.  At the same time, it was noon and there were
plenty of people going in and out of the convenience
store, so what was the guy going to do?  Besides, he
could take care of himself.  Slowly getting to his
feet, he sauntered over to the guy, putting on his
coolest look.  "Whazzup man?"

"You enjoying that smoke?"

"Yeah.  Ya wanna drag?"

The man took the cigarette and took a long drag and
held it in before exhaling through his nose.  He was
putting on his cool act too.  "You like to try smoking
something better?"

"I don't do pot."

"Maybe you'd like something else," the man replied in
a conspiratorial whisper.  "Uppers, downers, maybe
some Crystal Meth?"

"I don't do drugs at all."

"How about a dirty magazine then?  Never met a boy who
didn't like dirty pictures."

"Let's see it."

The man reached into a box in the back seat and took
out a glossy magazine and flipped it open to a picture
of a woman sitting on a chair, legs spread, pussy
spread open.  "What you think of that?"

"I can get naked pictures of women off the Net," Cory
replied with a shrug.  "Sides, she's sortta old."

"Old?" Billy began.  The woman was probably only in
her mid-twenties, same as he.  On second thought, for
the kid that probably was old.  "Nothing wrong with
older women," he said instead of objecting.  "They can
teach a kid a lot of tricks, if you know what I mean
man," he said with a leer. "Besides, they don't tell,
they don't yell, they don't swell, and they're
appreciative as hell."  The joke was way older than he
was, and it was lost on the boy.  The boy was right
though, she was old for what he'd be interested in,
and pictures like that were easy to get even for a
teenager his age on the Internet.  The Net was killing
his business.  "How about something closer to your age
then dude?" he suggested, determined to make a sale. 
"Maybe something with guys and chicks?"  He fished
about in the box again and pulled out a copy of
"American Nudist"

Cory glanced at the picture the guy had opened the
magazine up to, a black and white of a group of both
sexes playing volleyball.  "How come they're all
naked?"

"They're nudists."  Cory looked at him blankly. 
"Nudists are people who like going around naked all
the time.  They like the feel of the sun and the wind
on their naked bodies.  They figure it's healthy and
more natural than wearing clothes man."

"They go around naked all the time?"

"Yeah," Billy said, flipping to another page, of what
looked like a family walking in the forest.  He sensed
a sale coming.

"And they let their pictures be taken?"

"Yeah.  They're all from a nudist colony."

"Man, you talkin' shizzle."

"What you mean?"

"We learned about the thirteen colonies in school. 
They were all Puritans, not nudists."

"Not that type of colony, man.  I'm talking about a
place, like you know, a holiday camp, where people go
around naked, men, women, families, twenty-four
seven."

"Kewel."

"So what do you say?  Ten bucks."

"If I want to see naked people, I can see them for
real."

Billy frowned.  The kid was not being as easy a sell
as he'd thought he'd be.  "Maybe you'd like something
with some action, you know?" he said with a wink.  "I
got mags of people doing it, and CD's, videos too,
tapes and DVD's."

"So do I.  Videos that is."

"Oh yeah?  Where'd you get them?"

"Made them."

"Oh yeah?" Billy replied, his eyes widening in
surprise and in interest.

"I got to get back to school.  We'll see ya around."

"Yeah, sure kid.  I'm usually here at noon if you want
to look me up."

Nudist colonies.  Twenty-four seven.  Now that would
make for an interesting holiday vacation.  A lot
better than the summer camps his parents sent him to
every summer.  Maybe he could use his headband to get
them all to go next summer.  He smiled.  It would have
been wicked if one of the original colonies had been a
nudist colony.  Maybe nudists who were oppressed back
in Europe or wherever.  Now that would have made an
interesting Thanksgiving with the Indians.  Cory's
smile widened.  "Cory.  Cory!  Cory Wilson!"  Cory
blinked his eyes and looked up at his history teacher,
Mrs Pakorny, or Mrs Porky as her students called her. 
Now it would be interesting to see her naked.  Not! 
He could just imagine her rolls of blubber upon rolls
of blubber.  It was enough to turn his thoughts back
to history.

As he headed home after school, he wasn't totally
surprised when a red Corvette convertible pulled up
along side him. Billy motioned for him to come over. 
Glancing at Anthony and Terry, he nodded toward the
car, and the three walked over.

"Can we talk, the two of us?"

"These are my best buddies.  We can talk in front of
them."

"It's about what we were talking about at noon."

"That's okay.  They're cool."

"About those videos you said you have," Billy began
cautiously.

"Oh they know about them.  They've seen them, haven't
you guys?"

The boys nodded.

"Well, I was thinking, if they were any good, maybe I
might buy them off you."

"Oh, they're good," said Anthony with a wide grin.

"So, can I see them?"

"Sure," Cory said with a shrug.

"When?"

"Why not right now?"

"Right now?"

"Sure.  Well, one of them anyway.  Then I got to have
supper and then we got other things to do."  He looked
at Anthony and Terry and the two smiled knowingly.

So Terry and Anthony piled into the back of the
convertible and Cory in the front and Billy drove them
home, dropping Terry off at his house, and taking
Anthony and Cory to Cory's house and parking in the
alley where they wouldn't be seen.  Making sure his
mother wasn't in sight, Cory ushered Billy upstairs to
his room and he and Anthony went to the kitchen to
talk to his mother about Anthony staying for supper. 
Joining Billy a few minutes later, Cory selected the
tape of Goosey teaching his boys how to suck.  Billy,
having thought the tapes Cory had made were the stuff
that teenage boys made of themselves, showing
themselves stripping or maybe even playing with
themselves, the type of stuff kids these days shared
over the computer or even put on their blogs, sat
there on Cory's bed in surprise.  The two boys were
hot looking, and having them wearing the school
uniforms was a nice touch.  Men liked videos about
boys in private schools.  And having their instructor
as their dad was hot too.  If it wasn't for the
occasional blurriness and the occasional wiggling of
the camera, you wouldn't have known it was made by a
thirteen-year-old kid.  Actually, those amateurish
flaws made it all the hotter.  By the time it was
over, he had a raging hardon, and, he noticed, so did
the two boys.

"That's really hot man," he admitted.

"I noticed you liked it," Cory said with a smile as he
glanced at the bulge in Billy's jeans.  His jeans were
tight, and he clearly had a nice size package.  Cory
and Anthony had boned up too, which wasn't unexpected
for two thirteen-year-old boys.

"I'll give you fifty bucks for it."

"How much will you sell it for?"

"Well, there's not much interest in videos of men and
boys-."

"Don't shit me."

"I-."

"How much?"

"The quality isn't all that great, you know, with the
jiggling of the camera and-."

"Forget it then."

"Cory!  Time for supper!"

That put an end to the conversation.  Making sure the
coast was clear, Billy slipped out of the house and
the boys, their jeans still bulging, joined Cory's
parents for supper.  Afterward, they swang by Terry's
to pick up Lad, and raced off for the Westside Park. 
Keeping an eye out for Bob Moser or Lane, they slipped
into Cory's usual hiding spot to discover that the
groundskeeper and his former student were already
there in the clearing.  Anthony, knowing nothing about
the previous day, was disappointed, figuring their
entertainment would have to be called off.  To his
surprise, Cory released Lad, and to his even greater
surprise, Goosey and his two sons came pushing through
the bushes a minute later.

Julius had spent the previous evening talking to his
boys, trying to explain to them what was going on,
though honestly he did not know himself, and to
alleviate their fears, though his were mounting each
day as he was falling deeper and deeper into a
perversity that was as troubling as it was arousing. 
First of all, finding out about the fake phone call,
he had no idea how someone had made a copy of his
voice, but evidently it had to be Bob Moser or Lane
Spudder, and most likely was the former, being the
adult, and the two of them having had plenty of
conversations.  Why had Bob done it?  Well, despite
what the courts had said, the man was clearly a
pervert as he'd always claimed.  What he had done to
them that afternoon was evidence of that.  Why them? 
Well, it was well known that he'd spoken against the
man before and after his trial.  He had to have it in
for him.  And he had to be jealous that he'd taken
over as coach for the high school soccer team, and had
to disagree with his choice for team captain.  The
presence of Spence Spudder's younger brother Lane was
proof of that.  That explained how his two sons had
happened to come to that part of the park at that
time, and why Bob Moser and Lane Spudder had done what
they had done.  As for what he had been caught doing
with Lad, that was much more difficult to explain, and
much more embarrassing.  It was stress.  The stress of
teaching and particularly teaching public school kids
who didn't want to learn and whose parents were
constantly criticising the public school system while
lying for their children.  When a person was under a
lot of stress they sometimes did strange and
unexpected things in an attempt to relive the stress.

For the rest of that evening and all that night,
Julius had tossed and turned, and all the next day at
school all he could think about was that incident in
the park.  His boys had accepted his explanation, and
he had even managed to alleviate their fears, telling
them that despite what Bob Moser and Lane Spudder had
done, they were unhurt and safe now and Moser and
Spudder had had their revenge.  They were good boys
and had believed him, and they were of strong
character and would survive this latest humiliation
and degradation.  They had survived the others, the
things with Cory Wilson.  They were Gilles's after
all.  He wished he could believe what he'd told the
boys as easily as they'd believed.  That Bob Moser had
been behind this latest there was no doubt, and that
it was in retaliation for his comments there was no
doubt either.  The man disliked him.  The man was
likely afraid of the competition had he gotten on at
the Royal Academy. Why else would he not have stepped
up for him when jobs came open?  In fact he had to
have spoken against him.  Why else would the Board not
even grant him an interview?

And the man was definitely a pervert as he'd claimed. 
What he'd done to Anton, and forced the three of them
to do, and had encouraged the young student Lane to do
was proof of that.  He was more than a pervert.  The
man was crazy.  He'd seen the lust and the hate in the
man's eyes.  In fact, now he thought about it, Moser
had to have been planning something long ago to have
taped his voice, before Reverend Winthrop's discovery
of his true nature actually.  That the man was done
with him he could only hope, but that he feared was
not so.  In fact he wondered if the whole business
with the dog had right from the beginning somehow been
Moser's doing also.

What made things even worse, he could not explain any
of what was troubling him to his wife.  His
explanation that it was school stuff and stress was
sufficient, but his worry and anxiety and sleepless
nights were becoming common occurrences, and she had
voiced her fear that he might be heading for a nervous
breakdown.  And speaking of school, four days had gone
by since his students had seen the video with him and
Stuart Millburne and nobody had said a word about it. 
He had really expected to have been called to the
Board Office and fired Monday morning.  His
relationship with the students had been strained these
past two days, and he suspected them of snickering and
making rude comments about him behind his back, though
he was never able to catch them, not that he'd have
been able to do anything about it.  It had been a very
tense and uncomfortable two days, and the worst had
been walking into his Health 8B class second period
that Tuesday.  He avoided looking directly at them as
much as he could.  To his amazement, they were
surprisingly well behaved and attentive, the best
they'd been all year.

Anton and Francois had not been able to think of much
else than that incident in the park for the rest of
that day and night and all day Tuesday either.  Every
time they closed their eyes they saw their dad, naked
and on all fours, being fucked by the German Shepard. 
Every time they moved they felt a sharp pain shoot up
their rectums, their assholes having been rubbed raw
and their rectums brutally stretched, and they relived
the humiliation, and the pleasure, of being raped.
That was the most bothersome of it all.  They had been
brutally raped, in front of their father, but it had
felt good having a hard, hot cock working in and out
of their asses.  They'd gotten hardons for Heaven's
sake!  They could not deny the pleasure, to themselves
nor to each other.  What sort of boy enjoyed being
fucked?  Well, they knew the answer to that, and they
were not that type of boy.  They were not!  As for the
filthy act Bob Moser had called felching, they would
never forget the embarrassment of having their dad
sucking the cum out of their assholes, nor the foul
taste and disgusting sliminess when they'd sucked the
dog's stuff out of their dad's asshole.  And there was
their dad's explanation.  Bob Moser was a degenerate
pervert just as their dad had always claimed.  That
added to their faith and belief in him, and their
admiration for him standing up for what he believed in
prior to and during the trial.

They knew about the stress, having heard their parents
talking about it often enough, and the same for what
their dad had said about teaching public school.  The
papers and TV were always criticising teachers and the
education system.  That their father had chosen to
dedicate his life to teaching in the public system
rather than the private was a credit to him,
especially considering the consequences.  He certainly
had been acting strangely and doing unexpected things.
 That explained the bit about the dog, though how
having sex with a dog helped relieve stress didn't
make sense.  Of course, they didn't know much about
sex.  Anton was after all only twelve and Francois
nine.  If they did, then maybe they'd understand how
thinking about what had happened to them had given
them hardons that night when it had been so
humiliating and dirty.  Maybe it would help relieve
their own stress and fear as they wondered if things
really were over.

Julius had wondered how his sons were dealing with the
incident the next day.  Actually, he'd thought about
it in his Health 8B class.  That was also when the
idea had come to him that the three of them had to go
back to the clearing behind the bushes in the park
again that night.  They had to return to the place
where it had happened, to confront their fears, and if
Moser and Lane happened to show up again, which
considering their motives he was sure they would, to
confront them too.  It was the only way.  For his
sons' sake, he had to work something out with Moser
somehow.  Above all else he had to protect his boys,
and he would willingly do anything toward that end.

So, Julius was in a way relieved to find Bob Moser and
Lane Spudder waiting for them.  Cory smiled as he
focussed the cam recorder on the group congregating in
the middle of the clearing.  Lad was obviously excited
to see his bitch, and eager to begin as he jumped up
on him repeatedly, and when the man didn't drop down
on all fours, tried humping his leg.  Julius smiled
down at the dog as he tried to get him to sit and be
patient and as a feeling of warmth and of love, a deep
emotional love even deeper than the love for his wife
or the love for his children passed over him.  Lad was
the only one who truly was able to arouse him and
please him, who unconditionally loved him.  Despite
the circumstances, he felt himself growing aroused,
feeling the same intense horniness of a
thirteen-year-old boy.  Cory smiled.

"Well, looks like your lover is excited to see you
again," Bob Moser said with grin, finding the
situation humorous.  "And we're glad to see the three
of you too," he added, glancing at Lane, who quickly
nodded in agreement, the lust already evident in his
eyes.

"Bob, we need to talk."

"Sure, Julius.  We've always had time to talk to each
other.  But maybe you'd better get your lover under
control first.  We don't mind," he said, glancing
again at Lane with a leer.  "Go ahead and strip down
for him.  In fact, we can all strip while we talk." 
He began to unbutton his shirt, and taking his lead,
Lane pulled off his black fishnet tank top, revealing
the black-haired student's slim but athletic,
darkly-tanned chest.  Julius hesitated.  It would help
calm down Lad.  It would be impossible to talk
otherwise.  He pulled his jogging sweater off over his
head, and nodded to his two sons to strip also.  If
they stripped, it would appease Moser, and give him
time to reason with the man, and if all went well,
stripping would be all they'd have to do.  Uncertain,
but trusting their dad, they began unbuttoning their
shirts.

"About yesterday," Julius began as he pushed his
jogging pants down.

"Lane and I are really sorry about that, about how
rough and abrupt we were," broke in Bob, having
rehearsed what he was going to say.  Julius looked at
him in surprise.  "We really are.  It was just that
we'd gotten so hot watching you and your lover here,"
he said, nodding at Lad who was leaping about and
wagging his tail excitedly as he watched Julius step
out of his jogging pants and catching a whiff of the
scent of the man's sweat.  "And besides, you have two
very handsome and sexy young boys.  Lane and I
couldn't help ourselves, especially seeing how badly
they wanted to mess around.  We promise today we'll be
much gentler and take things much slower."

"Today?  Now about my sons-."

"You must be very proud of them, being so good looking
and sexy, and having such open attitudes about sex. 
Not all boys would be so accepting of their dad having
sex with a dog, or so willing to have sex with other
guys.  I suspect they learned that from you."

"Well-."

"To be honest, Lane and I weren't sure if you'd return
today after what happened yesterday.  We're glad you
have.  Really glad," he said, eyeing young Anton as
the boy stepped out of his jeans and stood there in
just his socks and underwear.  "And looks like your
boy is glad too," he smiled.  Anton, much to the boy's
embarrassment, was hard as a nail, which for young
Anton, also to his embarrassment, was pretty much his
normal state.  "We want to make it up to you, and to
correct any misconceptions or fears you might have
about what had happened."

Having expected Bob and Lane to show up for more
revenge and a confrontation, Julius was caught off
guard by Bob's almost apologetic tone.  Nor had he
been prepared for praise for his sons.  He glanced at
Anton.  His boy was erect, which meant that he was
turned on by the idea of having sex with the man as
Bob had implied.  That could only mean one thing. 
Julius's first reaction was one of absolute denial. 
His boy couldn't possibly . . . yet there was no
denying he was erect.  His second reaction was one of
abhorrence.  The possibility of his son actually
enjoying having sex with a man was not something a
father readily accepted.  Lad leaped on him and tried
to knock him down, impatient to begin.  He had room to
talk considering what he'd been doing.  He glanced at
Francois as the boy stepped out of his briefs.  The
boy had a little boner too.  Of course.  His boys were
healthy, normal boys.  At their age anything and
everything gave them a boner.  In a way that was good.
 Being turned on made what Bob and Lane were about to
do to them that much easier for them.  He had come
here expecting to help his boys confront what had
happened the previous day and to confront their fears,
not to have sex again.  Of course if they were
willing, and if it was seen as something natural, not
perverted. . . .  They would have to have another talk
about this later.

Dropping to his hands and knees there before his two
sons and Bob Moser and Lane Spudder, Julius braced
himself as Lad immediately mounted him and wrapping
his forelegs about his waist, began to hump him like
the bitch he was.  Unable to look at any of them, he
looked down at the grass as he felt the dog's rubbery
cock, wet from his pouch slime and from pre-cum, probe
his backside, and with their previous experience,
quickly find his opening.  He inhaled sharply with the
pain as the dog roughly penetrated him, his pointed,
narrow cock sinking up his rectum.  Of course as dogs
do, Lad immediately began producing cum, easing the
pain of his initial penetration and making it that
much easier to ease his cock in and out of the man's
hot, wet asshole.  Feelings of love and of pleasure
flooded over him once again.

Bob Moser smiled as he watched his hated accuser
getting his ass fucked by the slobbering German
Shepard.  He'd heard the man's sharp intake of breath,
but had taken it to be out of pleasure, not pain.  The
man was a sick pervert, and a hypocrite accusing him
of perversity considering his after-supper pastime. 
As he'd thought last night about what had happened
there in the park he'd depended on that little unknown
desire of Julius Gilles.  He and Lane Spudder had
raped the man's two boys, and had forced the three of
them to felch afterward.  Julius could have reported
them and had them arrested.  However, if he had, what
he'd been doing in the park would have come out and
Bob Moser was depending on Julius Gilles not wanting
to let that happen.

To be sure the bastard didn't report them, as backup
he'd thought up the little speech about him and Lane
being sorry, and why they'd been so rough, and wanting
to make amends to alleviate the boys' fears.  He'd
seen the look of fear in their eyes yesterday, and
when they'd met up today, something which considering
what Julius had done to him and their relationship to
him turned him on.  He also knew a father's love for
his boys and his instinct to protect them could
override even the embarrassment of the world finding
out he was a pervert who liked getting it up the ass
by a dog, so he knew he had to be sure in Julius's
mind his boys were in no danger.  The fact they'd both
boned up had played right into his plan.  That they
had boned up had come as no surprise to him, having a
close empathy for boys and an understanding of their
sexuality, something most adults and especially
fathers had a blind spot for and something he figured
Julius would mistake for the boys' acceptance of what
they were being forced to do.  Praising his boys and
playing on Gilles's pride and making him think they
wanted it would confuse him, and hopefully enough so
he would not object when they raped the boys again. 
Despite the boys being aroused, it would be rape. 
From the glances the two boys were giving him and
Lane, or more specifically their crotches, they were
clearly roused but also apprehensive and definitely
reluctant.  And from the looks in their eyes as they
watched their dad getting his ass fucked, they were
clearly confused, being both disgusted and aroused by
what was happening.  Their confusion would help him
and Lane.

Running his fingers over Anton's smooth, compact
buttocks, he wanted to take the boy and kiss him and
fondle his tiny boy organs until the boy was so hot
he'd beg to be fucked, but that would have to be
another time.  In time he'd make the boy a little
cock-hungry man-lover.  Right now he just wanted to
ram his aching cock back up that tight, hot asshole
and fuck the shit out of the kid.  Stepping up behind
the trembling boy, he placed the tip of his erect
organ against his opening and felt the boy immediately
push out.  The kid might be frightened but he was
already on his way to becoming a man-lover.  Grasping
the boy's hips, Bob lunged forward suddenly, driving
his cock forward, his slope-head forcing the boy's
still tight sphincter open and his knob popping
inside.  The boy inhaled sharply with the acute pain
of having his rectum entered so roughly and without
lube.  Just as the boy had assumed his dad had gasped
with pleasure with his initial penetration, so did
Julius assume the same about his son, whom he could
not avoid watching, Bob having positioned the two of
them directly before him.

Lane spread apart Francois's cheeks and placed his
cock against his opening, and like the previous day,
he felt the nine-year-old opening his asshole to him,
which told the thirteen-year-old that the kid wanted
it and so had to be a little faggot.  Bob had met him
on his way to school that morning and had asked him
how he'd felt about the previous day, and had
suggested that they meet the Gilles's again that night
to be sure the bastard or one of his brats didn't
squeal on them.  That was fine with Lane.  As he'd
told Bob, he was no faggot, but he'd enjoyed fucking
the shit out of Francois for what his dad had done to
Spence, and he'd happily do it again.  That he'd
meant.  So, grasping the younger boy's hips, he shoved
his slender cock up the boy's ass, delighting in the
way he tensed and inhaled sharply.  Whether it was in
pain or pleasure it was all the same to the
thirteen-year-old as lust and revenge welled up in him
once more.

So once again the six of them fucked there in the
clearing of the park, unaware that again they had an
audience, this time an audience of two, and unaware
everything was being recorded.  Bob Moser rammed his
thick, seven-inch rod in and out of young Anton,
delighting in the heat and tightness of his ass and
delighting in making the boy squirm and gasp with a
combination of pain and pleasure as he thrust his cock
in and out of the boy faster and faster and harder and
harder, once again the pleasure of fucking the young
boy and the pleasure of revenge against Julius Gilles
through his boy combining in a delicious rush.  Sweat
beaded on his forehead and ran down his temples to his
neatly trimmed goatee and strands of dirty brown hair
came loose from his ponytail. At the same time Lane
fucked the shit out of young Francois for the same
reasons, that of lust and revenge.  His young cock
throbbed with pleasure as he rammed it in and out of
the younger boy's hot, moist rectum, the pleasure
between his legs rivalled only by the pleasure of the
look of humiliation in his eyes and the eyes of his
brother.  His lithe, deeply tanned, athletic body
glistened with sexual sweat and the dark-eyed boy's
eyes sparkled with lust.  Lad, meanwhile, rammed his
knot up Goosey's rectum and spurted out his doggy cum
with the delight of a dog fucking his bitch as his
slobber dribbled down the man's back.  It was not long
before Bob and Lane were filling Julius's two sons
with their own hot, slimy loads, while hiding in the
underbrush, Cory and Anthony were grasping their
young, throbbing cocks as the two boys sprayed the
vegetation before them with their hot teenage seed.

Once again Bob Moser had Julius felch his two boys,
delighting in the look of shame and embarrassment as
the man fastened his lips to his boys' assholes and
sucked the fresh cum back out of their rectums and
swallowed it.  Once again he had Julius's two sons
suck the doggy slime out of their father's hole,
delighting in their looks of disgust and at the sight
of the slime smearing their rosy lips and cheeks. 
Although they had come only minutes before, Cory and
Anthony pounded their stiff cocks as the two
thirteen-year-olds watched from the underbrush. 
Having implanted the idea during Health 8B class that
morning that Julius take his sons to the clearing on
his daily jog, Cory had hoped that Lane and Bob would
return on their own accord.  He felt confident they
would, Bob clearly having discovered Julius's routine
and both Bob and Lane clearly having enjoyed
themselves the previous day.  He'd planned no more
than that, figuring things would take their natural
course, other than augmenting the lust of all five,
six if he included Lad though he was not sure he was
having any effect there, besides broadcasting general
feelings of shame and filthiness for the Gilles family
and feelings of hate and lust for Bob and Lane. 
Watching the humiliation and degradation of Goosey
Gilles and his two boys was even more of a rush than
the previous day having his close buddy Anthony there
to witness it with him, besides having Anthony
whacking one off along with him not just once but
twice.

This time Bob Moser added a new twist.  After the two
boys had felched their father, once again giving him a
raging boner, rather than having Julius return home
with a set of blue balls, Bob had Julius's two sons
lick their father's aching cock, much to Lane's
delight and of course both unaware that the boys were
not new to licking cock.  As Julius stood there in the
grass and the two boys knelt before him and ran their
tongues over their father's stiff, twitching dick, Bob
had to wonder at their comfort with performing the
perverse act and their skill in doing it.  The two
sons ran their tongues up opposite sides of their
father's shaft and up over his knob to his piss slit
and then back down.  Anton swirled his hot, red tongue
around the rim of his father's knob like he was
licking an ice cream cone and Francois followed,
running his tongue over his father's knob slick now
with his brother's spit.  The two boys were going at
it as eagerly as Bob had imagined and wished boys
would do him in his hottest fantasies.

As Julius tensed and threw back his head, Bob placed a
hand on the back of Anton's head and his other hand on
the back of Francois', holding the two boys in place
as their father shot off, his loose cock jerking
wildly with the hottest, most copious load he'd shot
since the time he'd triple banged his wife.  As he
groaned with the ecstasy of ejaculation, he laced the
faces of his two sons with his hot, thick semen.  A
thick, juicy streamer laced Anton's face from above
his right eye, across his nose and along his left
cheek.  A second struck below his left eye and down
across his upper lip to curl around the right side of
his chin.  Striking Francois in the centre of his
forehead, the third shot oozed down between his
eyebrows and over the bridge of his nose, down to the
tip where it hung in a pendant.  Another shot laced
his upper lip, forming a runny, slimy moustache of
spooge.  Drawing Francois closer, Bob squeezed
Julius's swollen cock, painting a streamer of cum
across the boy's eyebrows.  Milking his cock, he
dribbled cum over the flushed faces of both boys.

Having the two boys face each other, he had them lick
their father's slimy load off each other's face,
warning them to collect his creamy cum in their mouths
but not to swallow.  Francois licked the streamer of
cum from Anton's chin up along his upper lip to below
his left eye.  Anton caught the pendant of slime
hanging from his brother's nose and licked the
streamer along the ridge and between his eyebrows to
his forehead.  The boys extended their slimy,
cum-coated tongues and lapped up the puddles of cum
clinging to their cheeks and lining their eyebrows. 
Like two thirsty kittens they lapped up the slimy,
whitish cream from each other's face, and then
squeezed out the remaining droplets from their
father's still stiff cock and allowed them to ooze
into their open mouths.

Satisfied, Bob instructed Julius to lie on his back
and open his mouth and then had his two boys kneel on
either side of him and drool out his cum back into his
mouth.  The two boys sat there on their heels and bent
over their father, their faces flushed a bright red
with embarrassment and their cheeks glistening from
each other's spittle, and opening their mouths they
drooled the mixture of spittle and their father's cum
into his mouth.  His cum, thick and slimy, clung to
their lips and formed a slimy streamer from their
mouths to his as they slowly filled his mouth with his
cum.  Cory zoomed in the cam recorder, capturing the
looks of disgust and shame on the faces of the two
boys, and the look of revulsion and humiliation on
their father's, and then the looks of pure lust and
evil on the faces of Bob Moser and young Lane Spudder
as he and Anthony shot off another load.  

*********

Thanks to Billy for the character of Billy Dean and
Bob for the action in the park.  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, and Father Henry.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob and Billy Dean with a supporting
cast of Jonah and Lane and of course the star of the
series, Cory.

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