Message-ID: <52175asstr$1128777003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <daemonway@yahoo.ca> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws; s=s1024; d=yahoo.ca; h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding; b=IrRgcrwac13JHCYDcgndrk8icUejxjhGhUNZziJzUPtVxhFYkM+eokO8IgxSb3iAWktolh9HYwNwxox3GoniqL3C0PYD+ZCrTTdyY/lRVco9Y+6/wipZ0LIcvgtbU68RgXtGMq6Jky+tG0tWKcfSRev9N3xUDjY59B6D/VAT0uQ= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20051008093853.11873.qmail@web51114.mail.yahoo.com> From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 05:38:53 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 20" (nc. mc, t/b, m/t) Lines: 1204 Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2005 09:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52175> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr TEACHER - PART TWENTY By Daemon Way daemonway@yahoo.ca "Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot!" exclaimed Terry, his thirteen-year-old face flushed with arousal and his tight jeans bulging. "Oh yeah, that was like so totally wicked. I'm about to cream my underwear," agreed Anthony, every inch of his five-foot-three frame aching to get off a load and his deep brown eyes bright with sexual desire. "Yeah? Let me help you," Cory said with an impish grin, playfully grabbing his best buddy between the legs and giving the protruding bulge in his jeans a vigorous rub. "Oh yeah! Better zoom in for a shot, Billy. I think he's about to pop!" "Oh maaaannn!" Anthony groaned as he tensed and pulled away. Cory grabbed him before he got out of reach and drawing him back, gave his crotch another grope. "Cory, if you make me cum in my shorts I'll make you wear them!" he warned as he struggled to break loose again, though not too desperately. "All right, that I have to see!" giggled Terry, grabbing Anthony and wrestling him to the bed and pinning his arms down. "Help me hold him down guys," he called as Anthony squirmed under him and bucked his hips in an attempt to break loose. Dominic and Jonah, still sitting on the bed, each grabbed a leg and sat on it. Grabbing the bulge with his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other, Cory worked it over so that it was extending up over Anthony's flat belly, a much more comfortable position, and one that was easier to rub. Squeezing it tightly with his thumb and four fingers, he rubbed it as hard as he could through Anthony's tight jeans. Anthony of course heaved his hips and squirmed as he tried to break loose, but it was impossible. His dick, already aching and throbbing, ached and throbbed all the more. Catching the action with the digital video camera, Billy thrust the still camera at Anton who, like Jason, was standing there watching. Despite their strict moral upbringing, the two boys were randy as fuck also. They were twelve after all. Anton began taking pictures. "I'm serious guys, I'm gonna pop my nut!" called Anthony, his young voice an octave higher as he felt himself approaching that critical point. "Ewww, icky sticky!" giggled Terry, causing Jonah and Dominic to giggle also. "Com'on, I'm serious. I'm gonna cum!" Anthony warned, Terry's comment not helping one bit in his effort to hold back. Cory continued to stroke the bulge in his best buddy's jeans from his balls up to the tip. As his fingers slipped over Cory's circumcised knob, he rubbed it vigorously in short strokes, sending ripples of pleasure through the turgid, throbbing flesh. It had been Anthony who had revealed the secret of jerking off to him, and the two buddies had done it together and to each other so many hundreds of times since he'd long ago stopped counting. "Ungh! Ahhh, unnnh, ooohhh fuck!" he groaned, his voice quivering with emotion and his body tensing and then jerking so violently the three boys holding him down had difficulty keeping him flat on the bed. Billy zoomed in on Anthony's face, and then on those of Terry, Dominic, Jonah and Cory, and then down to the bulge being gripped in Cory's hand. "All right!" exclaimed Cory as his buddy's cock throbbed in his hand and as a dark patch began to appear in his jeans at the top of the bulge. "Fucking shit! He's shot so much it's soaking right through his underwear and his fucking pants!" "You buggers!" Anthony gasped, but from his flushed face and giggle it was evident he was not really angry. Following Billy's instructions, Dominic and Jonah pulled down Anthony's jeans with Cory's help while Terry continued to hold him down, and then of course his boxers as Billy zoomed in, showing the boy's sticky, cum filled underwear and flooded groin, his fine young hairs sticky with the watery, early teenage goo that coated his flat belly, his still stiff dick, and his tightly drawn up balls. As the boys finally released him, he grabbed his boxers and smeared them first in Cory's face and then Terry's, to the amusement of Dominic and young Jonah until he grabbed them and did the same. Jason and Anton stared at the boy's fresh cum glistening on his crotch and now on the faces of his four attackers, their own cocks swollen and aching to get off too. "So, who's next?" Cory asked with a grin. "You can do mine, but not in my underwear," Terry offered, pulling down his fly and undoing his belt. Pulling down his fly, he pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them, and then removed his socks. As he stepped out of his underwear, his cock sprang up eager for action. He had huge, ripe balls which like his pubes were still hairless but which were full of new teen cum, and a nice size cock for a thirteen-year-old boy. "Actually I know someone who's a master jackeroffer and would love to jerk you off, right Jonah?" The seven-year-old beamed brightly as he nodded. "Go for it," Terry offered with a gesture to his groin. Jonah eagerly scooted over to Terry and reached out for his cock. Holding it tightly with his thumb and first two fingers, he began to rub his fingers up and down the length like he did his own, and like he'd learned to do to Lad. Leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows, Terry watched the blond-haired youngster beat him off. It felt different having him just rubbing with two fingers and a thumb instead of his fist as Terry normally did himself, and it was hot watching his little hand pumping up and down his cock as the boy stared at it intently with his deep blue eyes. Already horny from watching Dominic losing his prune, his cock was throbbing hotly in no time. He tensed his body as the pleasure prickled through his aching flesh. Jonah glanced up at him, uncertain if he was in pain or feeling pleasure. "You're doing a great job," Terry assured him, seeing the questioning look on his innocent face. "Cory's right, you're a master jackeroffer. How long you been jacking guys off?" "I've never done it to another boy before," Jonah replied honestly. "You mean I'm the first one?" Jonah nodded his head as he looked up at Terry with his deep blue eyes. "Fuckin' wicked!" Terry looked down and watched the youngster pumping his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, the fact his was the first cock for the boy to play with doubling his arousal. "How long you been doing yourself?" "Five weeks. October third was the first time." That was a day he would never forget, thanks to Cory. "So, has anyone jerked yours off?" Jonah shook his head and Terry practically shot off just with the thought of his little virgin dick. Stopping Jonah, he quickly pulled down the boy's pants and underwear, revealing his tiny dicky and balls. He immediately reached over and began to rub the limp, silky smooth little cocklet, which like Dominic's, was as white as the rest of his body. As he worked his fingers up and down the limp, warm worm, he could feel the little bulge his dick head made inside his foreskin. Unlike Dominic's, when Terry pulled down on it, it slid back easily, though when he released it, it slipped back up over his little knob. The thought of his fingers being the first to bring the seven-year-old the pleasure that all boys eventually discovered sent tingles of arousal up his already throbbing cock. As he tugged and rubbed the silky little cocklet, it quickly began to swell. Even at seven a boy can get pleasure from having his dick rubbed. Jonah was soon as stiff as he was, his little three-inch cocklet sticking up in the air like a little cocktail sausage. Terry pumped his fingers up and down the little sausage, feeling so silky and so much different from his cock which was twice as fat and at least an inch longer. He pulled his skin right back, revealing his little bulbous dickhead, and then released it to let the skin slip back up over his knob. He rubbed his smooth, silky ball sack with the fingertips of his other hand, feeling the pea-sized nuts in the loose skin. After a couple minutes he released the little worm and it jerked in the air, aching for more rubbing, much to everyone's amusement. As the thirteen-year-old resumed, Jonah began to pump his cock once again. It was so hot knowing that he was going to be the first boy to bring the seven-year-old off, and that his was the first cock the youngster would make spurt. Tensing his body once again, he grabbed Anthony's boxers, the closest thing he spotted, and with a groan of pure delight he shot off a watery and copious early teen load in Anthony's underwear and over little Jonah's fingers. It continued to ooze out, a watery, raw egg-white like early teen load as Jonah continued to milk him, oozing out of his burning little peehole and down over Jonah's hot little fingers. He rubbed the youngster's stiff, hot little cocklet furiously and Jonah squirmed with the pleasure of having another boy's hand rubbing his dicky. A minute later the seven-year-old arched his back and whimpered with his delightful dry orgasm. "Guess that leaves you two," Cory said, looking at Anton and Jason. Although the two were the best of friends, they'd never discussed anything about sex with each other before, and certainly not jerking off. At twelve, and with their strict moral upbringing, it was still a mysterious and forbidden topic, one they found embarrassing to discuss. The two glanced at each other, and then at Cory. Both were randy as fuck after having watched Cory and Dominic fucking, and then Terry and Anthony shooting their loads, and finally Jonah quivering with his dry orgasm. Still, doing it in front of everyone would be embarrassing, especially in front of each other, and doing each other would be even more so. "Com'on, pull them out," Anthony encouraged. "You wanna do it." That was true, but they'd been told it was wrong to do it, and wrong to do it in front of anyone. For Jason, it was still something that he did only on the rarest of occasions, and always with the greatest of guilt. Anton, thanks to Cory, was considerably more experienced when it came to sexual matters, but the twelve-year-old felt just as guilty as his best buddy afterward. As they just stood there, wrestling with their temptation and their morals, an age-old dilemma that society forces all boys to go through, Cory wondered if he was going to have to get his headband. That would be awkward and evident, and it would be rather obvious if he put it on and then sat there concentrating on them and they did it. So far nobody knew about the power of the headband, and he was planning on keeping it that way, even from Anthony for now. Though he'd been using it for two months and had gotten pretty good at it, thanks to the paper his great-grandfather had written explaining how to use it, just how it worked was still mysterious and he wanted to be sure about what he was doing before he revealed it. Besides, the more people who knew about it the more likely some grownup would find out about it and confiscate it and his fun would be over. "Com'on boys, get one off for the camera," Billy encouraged. "Looks like you could use a jerking off too," Cory said with a grin as he looked at the bulge hanging down the right leg of the black man's trousers. The idea came to him immediately and he had to smile at the brilliance. "Why don't the three of you do it together? I know you got a fucking monster in there that's gonna take two white boys to jerk off, and I bet they've never had their dicks pulled by a black man before. Dominic and me can take the pictures." "Homeboy, I do love the way you think!" Billy said with a wide grin as he handed over the cameras. They aimed them at Billy as he quickly removed his clothes and chucked them on the floor. His thick, black, seven-inch sausage stood up proudly in the air above his big black balls. He'd seen the looks of prejudice and dislike on the faces of the two snobbish white boys, and the idea of them both stroking him off was hot, and would make for still another hot video that a lot of men would pay big bucks for. Hell, he could get fucking rich just on the videos from that afternoon! Making money while putting two racially prejudiced white boys in their proper place, life didn't get any better! "So, what you waiting for boys?" he asked as he looked at them. "You gonna grab my cock and show me how you white boys do yourselves when yo momma's not lookin', or maybe you're hankering to take a ride on it like Dominic here did?" Their eyes widening with obvious fear and anticipated pain with the thought of that thick monster stretching open their assholes, never mind the humiliation, Anton and Jason quickly began to undress before Cory or Billy decided they should do that instead, which they figured either could very well decide at any moment. They were far more self-conscious than the others had been as they removed their shirts and folded them and laid them on the dresser out of habit and then stepped out of their jeans. Their eyes reflected their embarrassment as they pushed down their underwear to reveal their erections. Anton's three inches and Jason's three and a half were in marked contrast to Billy's whopper both in size and in colour. They slowly and hesitantly sat on Cory's bed on either side of Billy, and even more slowly and hesitantly they reached out to touch him as if he was carrying some disease or something. The thought of just touching a black man was repulsive to them, and the thought of touching his dick and balls was even more so, the two boys having been brought up in homes where blacks were considered not just inferior but sub-humans, but they knew they had no choice and that they could be forced to do even worse. Of course they could have refused to do anything at all, but after everyone else had gotten off a load that would make them look like prudes, and they both suspected the others would not take no for an answer. Following Billy's suggestion, Anton slipped his fingers about his thick, throbbing cock and began to stroke it while Jason cupped his large, hairy balls and rolled them in his hand. The two quivered as gooseflesh formed on their arms and legs, especially Jason who had never touched another guy's privates in his life, black or white. Billy enjoyed the evident revulsion and guilt the two white boys were feeling as much as the pleasure of having his cock and balls fondled. He let them fondle him for a couple minutes and then had them reverse their roles for another couple minutes. He teasingly told them to hold their hands to their noses and smell the scent of a black man's cock and balls on their hands, and he grinned with delight as gooseflesh formed on their body and their stiff little cocks jerked with the arousal of smelling his genital scent. He then had Anton hold his thick cock at the base while Jason ran a fingertip around his knob, sending a ripple of pleasure through it and coaxing out a dollop of clear pre-cum. He then had Jason hold his shaft while Anton did the same, coaxing out another droplet of the clear man-juice. He reached over and slipped his fingers about their stiff little preteen cocks. They might be small, but they were hot and hard as nails. It was fucking hot having the two white boys playing with his stiff prick and knowing they didn't want to be doing it at all, and especially to a black man, and it was even hotter reaching over and playing with their little white dicks. His deep black fingers contrasted sharply with their pale skin, as their hands contrasted with his thick black cock and dark balls. He ran his fingers over Anton's smooth pubes and tugged on his slender, three-inch dick with one hand while he fondled Jason with the other. Jason had just the sparsest beginnings of fine pubic hair, but he had nice size balls, bulbous and full of twink cum. He slowly pulled back Jason's foreskin, revealing his bulbous cockhead and then released it and watched as it crept back up his slender dick to cover his knob as he'd taped Terry doing to Jonah. Cory and Dominic of course took closeups of their crotches, and of their faces, their growing desire and their abhorrence both evident in their eyes. Despite their abhorrence, both twelve-year-olds were hot and soon they were squirming and quivering in ecstasy, their embarrassment and their revulsion of doing it with a black man forgotten as that pleasure that all boys can't resist overcame them. Their little preteen cocks grew even hotter as their young blood pulsated through them and their dickheads itched and burned so badly they could not sit still. And, as they bounced there on the bed with the ache deep in their loins, Anton pumped his fist up and down Billy's thick cock and Jason massaged his now tight balls as eagerly as any whore. Jason was the first to come and the twelve-year-old tensed and groaned as his slender little cock spurted out his thin, watery twink cum. It spurted like a little fountain with two little spurts and the rest oozed out of his burning tip and down over Billy's black fingers and down over his now tightly drawn-up balls. Anton quivered also as his still developing little balls contracted and he too squirted out a couple thin, watery squirts like a little water pistol, the rest, like Jason, flowing down over his dickhead and Billy's fingers and over his tight little nuts. And then Billy shot, his big black hose jerking so unexpectedly and violently it jerked out of Anton's fingers and sprayed him, Jason and Billy with thick, creamy ball juice, thick white streamers flying in every direction much to his delight and to their revulsion. They sat there sweating and flushed with the awesome pleasure of their ejaculations, and with the repulsive sensation of having a black man's hot, thick load spattering them and oozing down over their skin, down their panting, thin chests, over their hips, and down their thighs. "Fucking wild man, fucking wild," Billy panted as he leaned back on the bed, his black body spattered with his own cum and his fingers dripping with the watery loads of the two twelve-year-old boys. "Oh yeah. Cory knows how to throw a great party," Anthony said, beaming over at his best buddy. "Well, it was Dominic who got us off to a great start," said Cory, winking at Dominic who blushed with the attention and beamed with pride at the comment. Already worshipping the outgoing and brash thirteen-year-old and wishing he could spend every minute of the day with him, and unaccustomed to receiving any praise or credit at home, at that moment he would have done anything Cory asked. "Don't know bout you guys, but I worked up a fucking appetite." "Oh yeah!" Terry, Anthony, Dominic and Jonah all agreed. "Pizza?" "Three cheese!" "Loaded!" "Oh yeah! Make that two!" "Extra large! The delivery to 208 Briarwood Crescent was Kenneth Ballard's last delivery. Then it was home for a shower and off to pick up his girl Nikki for an evening of heavy petting and if he was lucky maybe finally scoring. He was already half boned up just thinking of the evening. With the image of the two of them in the back seat up at make out point on Henderson Drive, her with her dress up and panties down, her pussy wet and aching from their kissing and caressing as she begged him to do her, him kneeling between her legs with his stiff dick sticking out of his fly, he rang the doorbell. The image he did not expect to see was a thirteen-year-old boy standing there stark naked except for a goofy looking metallic headband and with a cigarette between his fingers. "Hi, you must be the pizza delivery guy," Cory said with a smile. "And this must be the extra pepperoni I ordered," he added with a wider smile as he reached out and groped the swelling in Kenneth's trousers. Kenneth immediately drew his hips back. Kids today were getting more brash and vulgar by the week. "You better have money to pay for these pizzas kid." "Does it look like I got a wallet?" Cory asked impishly and with a hint of impudence. "Actually," he said with a leer, "I planned on paying by giving you a blow job." "Five pizza combos for a blow job? Not even if you were the sexiest looking broad on earth," he snorted, "and if you think I'm the type of perv to do it with a boy you are really mistaken. Now you don't pay for these I got to report you to the management. I don't think your parents would appreciate getting a phone call about an unpaid bill for five pizza combos." "Ah com'on, you can even have your pick of any one of us," Cory offered, nodding behind him as he stepped back. "Or you can have all eight of us. Bet we can make you feel way better than any slimy cunt can." He projected thoughts of horniness and promised pleasure, something any normal, healthy teenage boy could relate to. From the bulge down the leg of his tight jeans the teenager either had to be horny, or else he had to be hung like a horse in which case Cory had to see it! Determined to get paid and not wanting to have to return to the pizza parlour with the five pizzas and fill out a nonpayment claim, which would seriously cut into his making out time, Kenneth stepped into the room. He stopped abruptly at the sight of the seven naked boys. One of them was taking pictures of him, and behind him was an older black man running a digital video camera. "What the hell is this? And what's with-Dominic?" Dominic, who'd been trying to hide behind Anton and Jason, stared down at the floor in embarrassment. "What the hell you doing here? And what the hell are you wearing?" Dominic had put on his nylon thong, which Billy had said he could keep and that all the other boys envied, while he'd waited for the pizza. "You two know each other?" asked Cory in surprise. "Kenneth is my sister's boyfriend," Dominic said meekly. "Yeah? Then we got somethin' in common," Cory said with a grin as he extended his hand. "Oh, let me take those," he said, taking the five pizza boxes and five thirty-two-ounce bottles of pop and handing them to Terry. Kenneth was too surprised to object. "Like I said, we got something in common," he said as he extended his hand again. "You're Dominic's sister's boyfriend, and I'm Dominic's boyfriend." Terry and Anthony giggled and Billy had to chuckle. The more he was getting to know Cory the more he was liking the brash little bugger. "Hope she's as good a fuck as Dominic." Terry and Anthony giggled even louder and Billy snorted in surprise at the comment as Dominic glanced back down at the floor in embarrassment, and with a little pride. Cory had just said he'd been a good fuck. "Foulmouthed little brat," Kenneth replied unamused. "You need your mouth washed out with soap. Dominic, get your clothes!" Dominic shook his head. "Don't you give me no! You don't have a choice. Now get your goddamn clothes! I'm taking you home." "No," Dominic dared to say. "I'm not going with you." Kenneth stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the arm. "Then you can come dressed in that faggot boy toy underwear. Wait until your father sees you in that," he threatened, looking at him in disgust, "and finds out you've been hanging out with a bunch of foulmouthed pervs." "Didn't you hear him? He said he's not going," Cory intercepted, grabbing Dominic's arm and trying to pull him away. "And who the fuck you think you are fucking calling us pervs? Haven't you fuckin' heard of nudists before cuntface?" "Is that it? You making some type of pedo nudist film?" he asked, directing his question at Dominic and when the boy didn't answer looking up at Billy who was continuing to tape and then at Anthony who was continuing to snap pictures. "When your father hears about this, I bet he'll send you away to one of those military schools for delinquents. And when I give him this address you wait until he contacts your parents," he said, looking at Cory. "You're all going to be in big trouble," he continued as he looked at the others. Jason and Anton turned pale and hoped they'd be struck by lightning before their parents found out, especially their moms. Jonah figured being struck by lightening would be the better of the evils compared to the beating his father would give him, not to mention the lectures on his sinfulness for the next year. Terry rolled his eyes. This would be good for a two-month grounding at least, and he'd just barely been ungrounded. As for Anthony, he figured he'd probably be forbidden to see Cory for at least the month and maybe longer, which was a major punishment in his eyes. "And especially you," Kenneth finished, looking at Billy defiantly. The twenty-five-year-old hustler was not particularly concerned. A quick phone call and the kid would never arrive home. He'd end up in the river, or if he had a say, in some brothel across the border or some sheik's harem in the Middle East, minus his testicles. There was a good market for athletic white boys like him, and he had the connections to make it happen. "No! You leave them alone! It's none of their fault. I wanted to do this! I'll come," Dominic said almost in tears, "but you gotta promise to leave Cory and the others out of this." "You wanted to parade around in that skimpy thing with a bunch of naked boys? What are you, a little faggot boy whore?" the seventeen-year-old accused, winning the tug-of-war and dragging the almost hysterical boy toward the door. "Let go of him, this fucking instant!" Cory yelled angrily and with not a little fear as he grabbed Dominic and pulled on him desperately. He had to protect Dominic from whatever punishment awaited him having been responsible for him being there and for him having had sex, and he had to protect himself. If the guy did as he was threatening he was going to be so in trouble! And this had been such a perfect afternoon if it hadn't been for the son-of-a-bitch. Kenneth's equally angry glare was suddenly replaced by a totally blank look, like he'd been hit over the head with a baseball bat or something. He released his grasp and Dominic and Cory stumbled and fell back on their backsides. Cory stared up at Kenneth in surprise that the teenager had given up just like that, and puzzled by his blank look. "Now shut the door and your mouth and do exactly what I tell you," he snapped, still driven by his anger and fear and figuring he'd better charge ahead while he still could. Kenneth slowly turned and shut the door and slowly turned to face Cory again, moving mechanically like a robot and staring at him with this blank look. Shocked by Kenneth's angry reaction and disgust when he'd seen them and by his threat to tell on them, and then just as surprised by his sudden obedience to Cory, the others just stood there in slack-jawed bewilderment and watched. "First of all Dominic's my friend, that's what he is. Now you take back what you said about him and apologize!" Cory said angrily. He was angry at Kenneth for having ruined his party, and for the comments he'd made about Dominic, but he was also exaggerating his anger in the hopes of cowing Kenneth into not telling on them. "I ... I ... take back what I said. I'm . . . I'm sorry I . . . I called you a little faggot boy whore, I really am." Kenneth's voice was sincere as was his facial expression, except his eyes were still blank and staring straight ahead as if he was stunned. "That's better," Cory said in as much surprise as the others as he struggled to control his thoughts and to not loose control. Except for the first few times when he was first learning how to use the headband and had voiced his thoughts and commands to Julius Gilles, he normally just thought them, and that took a lot of concentration and he had to plant the ideas slowly and in little steps and relate them to something that was already in the person's mind for the person to do as he told him. Never in all the times he'd used the headband had anyone become so totally willing to do as they were told, and never so fast, and never had they stood there looking like a zombie out of a low budget horror movie. "You gotta make it up to us for getting Dominic and all of us all upset," Cory said, his angry scowl now faked as he thought fast. He had no idea if it had been his anger that had frightened the teenager into giving up, but he wasn't taking any chances that it wasn't and so continued pretending he was angry. "Let's go eat guys," he said to the others. "Come with us," he continued as he addressed Kenneth. "You can be our entertainment while we eat." As he headed into the living room, he was glad that he could think rapidly and on the spot. He had no idea how long he was going to be able to keep this up, but he hoped it would be as long as it took for him to figure out how they were going to stop the guy from squealing on them. "For starters . . . let's see you do a strip tease," he suggested. "I want you to be the hottest, sexiest male stripper in Riverside and get us all feeling horny, like the rich had slaves do in ancient Rome." That was a good, reliable standby, or so he hoped. At least it had worked with Julius, twice, and he figured everyone had to have seen one of those movies with half-naked dancing slave girls. The boys sat on the sofa or cross-legged on the floor and opened up the boxes of pizza while Cory put on a CD by Wyclef and Kenneth began to bump and grind like he'd seen on television. He had always been a great dancer. All the girls he'd ever dated had told him that. Nikki Halder had said he had so much rhythm he should have been black. He'd told her that wasn't the only thing he had in common with black men, looking at her suggestively and running his hand along his thigh. She'd turned all shades of red. She'd heard of the rumour about black men too. His boast had not been an idle one, but he'd never found an opportunity to prove it to her, not then anyway, but he would any day now, he could feel it. Meanwhile he'd show the black fellow still taking his picture. He'd show him just how much rhythm a white boy can have. He shook his hips and twisted his body in time to the music, running his hands over his body as he'd seen strippers in the TV movies do. He slowly and seductively unbuttoned and slid off his shirt, and swinging it in time to the music as he gyrated, he parted his lips and looked at each of the boys like a vamp. He was the hottest male stripper in town, with the looks and the body it took, and he'd have each of them aching to get off a load by the time he was done, even the youngest one who wouldn't have a clue why he was feeling the way he was. He slowly pulled down his zipper as he looked at each one of them as if he was lowering his fly just for him, and then turning around, he seesawed his jeans off his hips and stepped out of them. Standing now in just his boxers and socks, he twisted his hips and ran his fingers over his upper torso. Having been present when Cory had told Goosey Gilles to strip during their detention, and then later that week over at his swimming pool along with his two sons, Anthony had just figured that it was just another weird trait of their hated teacher that Cory had somehow stumbled across. Who could figure out the minds of adults, and especially of teachers? Seeing the seventeen-year-old pizza deliveryman bumping and grinding in time to the music and clearly getting it on, however, he wondered just how many people wanted to be male strippers, and how his best buddy was discovering that. It was weird, and scarey in a way, but Cory was his best buddy, he had a thirty-six-ounce bottle of Coke and an extra-large three-cheese pizza in front of him, a seventeen-year-old stud who had threatened him was now stripping in front of him, and earlier that afternoon he'd had gotten a wicked jerking off by his best buddy. What was there to be worried about? Anton was also aware of Cory's powers of coercion, having been the object of his whims along with his father and kid brother a month and a half ago when they'd also performed a strip tease for him and then he and his brother had bent over for Cory and Anthony in front of their father, and more recently with the effect he'd had on his whole family since moving in with them. Like Anthony, he too glanced over at him curiously, and a little more fearful and a lot more perplexed, as he picked up a second slice of pizza. As for Terry, Dominic and Jonah, whenever Cory was around things got exciting and very interesting, but having neither witnessed him doing anything directly nor been the object of his power, they hadn't associated any special ability with him. For Terry and Jonah, Gilles just had a weird thing for dogs and Cory had a special way with them, nothing that unusual for either Gilles or him, and for all three of them Cory was just himself, an outgoing and brash thirteen-year-old boy with sex on his mind, constantly on his mind. That was nothing unusual either. He was thirteen after all, and it was constantly on their mind too. At the moment, like Anthony, they were content with having had a hot afternoon of sex and they happily stuffed themselves with pizza as they watched Kenneth bouncing about in front of them in his socks and boxers. Dominic of course took particular delight in seeing the seventeen-year-old boy dancing in his underwear in front of them. As for Jason, the poor twelve-year-old just sat there open-mouthed, the stripping seventeen-year-old pizza delivery carrier being just one more event of a very odd and extremely stressful afternoon. First he'd witnessed what appeared to be a good friend of Jason's sticking his dick up the ass of another boy, after his best buddy had licked the guy's ass and another boy had licked Jason's friend's dick until he had a boner, and then after watching the rest of the guys jacking each other off, he had joined his best buddy in jacking off the monster cock of a black man while the nigger had jerked the two of them off, the entire afternoon being recorded on video and with digital pictures. Was this what life was normally like for guys in Briarwood? Was this why Anton had stopped chumming around with him, because he was into this sort of perverted sex stuff? Never in his twelve years had he even thought about such filth, never mind actually done any of it except for a few guilt-ridden jerk off sessions in the privacy of his bathroom when he couldn't resist the temptation. What was most stressful of all was that despite his guilt and shame and feeling of filthiness, he'd enjoyed it! Billy was just as surprised as the rest of them with the turn of events. He'd seen the seventeen-year-old kid walking up the walk and had suggested to Cory it would be a wild joke to meet him at the door naked. He'd figured he could use the film to enhance the boy party tape he planned on putting together from everything he'd shot so far that afternoon. He'd had no idea the seventeen-year-old would go so ballistic over a few early teens having a little bit of innocent fun, and he certainly had not expected him to know one of the boys. He certainly had not expected the kid would end up doing a strip tease. He had known the minute he'd spotted Cory at the Seven-Eleven that he was no ordinary thirteen-year-old and that he had to get to know him better. The partnership they'd formed was however, way beyond his wildest dreams, and turning out to be particularly lucrative. Hell, the video of a seventeen-year-old pizza delivery boy turned stripper was going to a hot video in itself, and panning his naked, happily munching audience would make a second tape that pedos all over the world would be eager to buy. He already had a title: The Pizza Boy Delivers. Kenneth had only one thing on his mind, to put on the best strip show he possibly could for the bunch of naked early teen and preteen boys and the black man, who along with one of the kids was still taping him. He had this urge to be the best fucking male stripper in Riverside and to get his audience sexually aroused. That would be the proof his ability. He had no other thoughts, no other desires. All his mind was focussed on was to strip. He eased off his boxers, turning to show them his ass as he lowered them. He had a nice ass, firm and muscular from hours of football practice. That should turn on a bunch of teenyboppers. Moving slowly and rhythmically in time with the music, he turned to face them and twisted his hips, causing his semierect dick to flop and bounce in the air along with his low-hung balls. He was well hung, his limp cock being longer than any of the boy's when they were hard. He could see he had their attention. He could see their growing desire in their eyes. He twisted all the harder, running his hands along his body sensuously, along his thighs, over his chest, tweaking his nipples, doing everything he could recall having seen strippers do on television, doing everything he'd ever read in an attempt to turn them on. His cock began to swell. He was getting turned on himself. "That was great," Cory mumbled, his mouth full of pizza and his dick half swollen with arousal. "Now be a good slave boy and pour some Coke in my mouth, and be quick about it." Kenneth picked up the bottle and holding it to Cory's mouth, tipped it up, switching from entertainer slave to servant slave. The boy was his master. His was to obey his every command, his every wish. Coke dribbled down Cory's chin, which Cory wiped off with the back of his hand, and then wiped off on the football player's well-developed chest. He'd begun developing a fine mat of chest hair that he was particularly proud of and that he knew the guys on the football team envied. "Now, get me another slice of all-meat pizza." Kenneth hurried to pick up a slice and he fed it to his master, and on his orders, he served the other boys, who were just as perplexed over his behaviour as they were amused. As he held out a slice of one of the loaded pizzas for Dominic to bite into, the topping slid off and onto the floor. "Now look at the mess you've made," Cory said. "That piece you can pick up and eat yourself." As disgusting as it was, Kenneth picked the topping up off the carpet and brought it to his mouth. "No, on second thought, it's all dirty. Just bypass your stomach and shove it straight up your asshole." Kenneth did as he was told, and the boys hooted and giggled as he stuffed the topping and the crust up his butt, pushing the cheese, mushrooms, green peppers and pepperoni into his rectum with his greasy fingers and easily shoving the slice of dough up his greasy hole, pushing the topping still further in. Anthony purposefully dropped a half-eaten slice of three-cheese pizza on the floor. "Ooops." "That's okay. We got a slave boy to clean up any mess we make," Cory said. "Pick it up . . . slave boy, and . . . since Anthony dropped it, stuff it up his butt," he said impishly and with a twinkle in his eyes as he glanced over at his best buddy in merriment. "Go for it slave boy," Anthony said, laying back and throwing his legs up over his head. Kenneth slipped the half-eaten slice up his butt, the wedge of dough slipping in easily with the greasy cheese. "You know, the problem with eating pizza in the nude is you got nothing to wipe your greasy fingers on," Cory observed. Everyone expected him to call Kenneth over to wipe his fingers off on his body like he'd done with the pop, but instead he turned to Dominic sitting beside him. "Guess I'll just have to use whatever is closest," he said with a giggle as he wiped his greasy fingers over Dominic's chest, leaving a greasy smear of cheese, tomato paste and bits of hamburger from the all-meat pizza. By then the boys had fully stuffed themselves and there began a food fight, the boys picking up the remaining slices of pizza and smearing them over each other until there wasn't one of them that wasn't greased up from head to toe, their faces, their hair, under their armpits, and of course their crotches, which had become one of the main targets. Picking up one of the slices on the floor along with a handful of topping, Cory stuffed it up his own ass. "Okay slave boy, come eat your pizza," he said, lying down on the floor on his back and throwing his legs over his head. Kenneth obediently knelt behind Cory and placing his lips against his crammed asshole, he began to eat him out. Drawing out the slice of pizza with his teeth and then sucking out the topping, he sucked on his asshole as if he was starving, his only thought being to do as his master told him. So, when Cory told him to lick his body clean, he eagerly and willingly did so, his sole focus turning to fulfilling his new command. He knelt there and ran his tongue over the sole of Cory's feet where he'd stepped in pizza topping, and he wormed his tongue between his toes, licking the bits of cheese and topping stuck between them. He licked the grease from his shins and thighs, and to the merriment of the rest, he licked Cory's smooth ass cheeks. He continued up over his smooth, flat stomach and his young, developing chest, licking the grease from his nipples, another of the favourite targets of the boys in their food fight, and then his cheeks and even his hair before Cory raised one arm and then the other for the naked, seventeen-year-old slave to lick his arm pits. "Okay, for being such a good slave boy, come get your treat," Cory finally said as he grasped his stiff dick and looked at Kenneth with a leer. "Come get your pepperoni." Kenneth Ballard knelt before the thirteen-year-old boy and taking his four-inch dick in his mouth, he began to suck. Kenneth Ballard, six-foot two, two-hundred-and-twenty pounds, grade twelve football quarterback and stud muffin, Boy Scout Venturer, dating Nicole Halder, one of the hottest cheerleaders at William Cleaver Senior High School, knelt there in the pizza-strewn room of naked teen and preteen boys and sucked on the thirteen-year-old's stiff little cock while being videotaped and photographed. He didn't care. He eagerly and willing sucked on the stiff little early teen cock, doing what he'd been told to do, without question, without any other thoughts to distract or confuse his mind, focussing on giving the very best blow job he could, summing up everything he'd ever read or heard about it. It was fucking hot, and Cory thoroughly enjoyed it as he laid there on his back and watched the seventeen-year-old stud sucking on his dick and working his lips up and down it, sending shivers of familiar pleasure through the turgid flesh. He had no idea why the teenager had snapped and why he was so willingly obeying his every demand, but he was not questioning it. He was getting one of the best blow jobs he'd ever been given. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his aching dick, a pleasure he could not get enough of. His dickhead itched with that unique combination of pain and pleasure he'd come to know, and he squirmed as he felt the tension developing deep in his loins. When he felt himself coming, he withdrew his cock and sprayed Kenneth's broad, muscular chest, adding his hot, runny boy juice to the smear of pizza and Kenneth's already sticky chest hairs. Offering his slave to anyone else who wanted to get cleaned, Anthony eagerly stepped forward, his dick already erect from watching his best buddy. Sitting on the coffee table, his olive skin glistening with streaks of grease from the pizza fight, he offered first one foot and then the other to the kneeling football player, who obediently licked the pizza guck from between his toes and from the soles of his feet. Anthony quivered with arousal and his stiff dick jerked excitedly as the seventeen-year-old stud ran his tongue up along his sensitive thighs, and his cock jerked even more wildly when he stood and pulled apart his asscheeks and felt the stud muffin run his hot, wet tongue up his ass crack and then suck out the pizza and topping that Kenneth had stuffed up his rectum earlier, now heated and slimed from being up his hole for the past half hour. Seeing the greasy smear he'd left on the coffee table, he had the slave boy lick it clean first before he sat down again, and then he had Kenneth lick off his chest and nipples, and then each of his still hairless armpits. He even licked clean the wisps of fine dark brown hairs at the corner of the early teen's upper lip. His stiff, olive-coloured dick and young balls glistening with cheese grease and with pizza sauce and bits of topping clinging to them and his fine, brown hairs, were the last to be cleaned and as the muscular high school student knelt there before the thirteen-year-old and licked and sucked on his balls and licked his fine pubic hairs clean, his young boy dick throbbed with arousal. He spread his legs wide and gripped the edge of the coffee table as he felt Kenneth's hot, wet mouth envelop his stiff, aching cock. This was so fucking hot he could not believe it, and it was all thanks to Cory. His lips curled with delight as he watched Kenneth's cheeks sink in as he sucked on his greasy, throbbing tube. This was even better than the hottest porn he'd ever found in his father's stash. His fingers tightened about the edge of the table as he felt himself coming, and like Cory, he pulled his dick out at the last moment and added his spurts of hot, slimy early teen juice, lacing the football player's broad, muscular chest and his nipples with his watery, sticky cum. Stuffing a slice of pizza and a handful of topping up Dominic's recently fucked ass, Cory smeared his fingers over his little cocklet, causing it, he noticed, to get erect immediately, something he quietly pointed out to his new friend. Evidently his inability to get hard wasn't a problem now, much to Dominic's delight and relief, and endearing him still further to Cory. Scooping up a handful of topping and smearing it between Dominic's legs, Cory called Kenneth over to clean up his buddy. Dominic was beside himself with delight, at being called Cory's buddy, and in anticipation of what Kenneth was about to do, and the diminutive twelve-year-old could not stop from excitedly dancing from foot to foot as Kenneth shuffled over to him on his knees. Dominic's older sister Nicole, like his father, blamed him for his mother's death and took every opportunity she had to belittle him and to be mean to him. With her father often away at meetings, she had plenty of opportunity to boss him around, which she did almost daily. Her boyfriend Kenneth, whether because he enjoyed bossing him around too, or if he was just sucking up to Nicole in the hopes of getting into her panties, or both, joined her in bossing him around, which was evident from his attitude and comments that afternoon. So, Dominic took particular pleasure in having the seventeen-year-old high school student sucking the pizza out of his asshole and then licking off his body, and as the football stud and heartthrob of half of the girls at William Cleaver Senior High School stuck out his tongue and licked the pizza grease from his armpits, he was so lightheaded and giddy with pleasure and arousal it made him dizzy. He wobbled on his weak legs as Kenneth began licking his stiff, itching dick. He could not believe it! His stiff little cocklet throbbed and itched with pleasure and he trembled with the ripples of arousal shooting through his little dickhead hiding under his foreskin. As he watched Kenneth eagerly sucking on his little, throbbing sausage, he wished his sister could see her boyfriend now. Actually, he wondered if he could dare hope that he could get one of the pictures Anthony was taking with the digital camera. That would fix the two of them for the way they'd treated him, and he could just imagine the shock on her face when she discovered it there on her desk. It was with that thought that he clutched Kenneth's head and trembled with a most violent and pleasant dry orgasm. One by one the rest of the boys lined up and their teen boy slave eagerly and hungrily licked each of them clean and sucked each of them off, Terry spraying his face and hair with his hot, sticky early teen cum, and Jonah along with Jason and Anton, the two twelve-year-olds having shot their quota of cum from their still developing preteen balls for the day, trembling with dry orgasms. Billy was last, turning the video camera over to Cory. He figured he could probably edit out that part of the film to make one just showing him and Kenneth. In fact, as the boy sucked on his long, thick cock, he already had an idea how to reshoot his arrival with the pizzas to introduce the second film. A video of a good-looking white high school jock licking and then sucking off the cock of a hung black man would sell almost as well as the boy party video. Thinking of the money he was going to make was almost as pleasant as the throbbing of his thick, swollen cock as he shot his thick load of cum down the white boy's throat. As Kenneth Ballard pulled up to his house forty-five minutes later, his cell phone rang. It was Nicole, Dominic's sister, wondering if he'd finished supper yet, and when he was coming over. He told her he had been late getting off work, and would have to cancel for the night, which did not make her very happy, nor him, but there was no way he was going to be able to go on a date that evening. As he looked in the rearview mirror at his cum-smeared face and cum clotted hair, he squirmed uncomfortably, his shirt and trousers sticking to his body smeared with pizza sauce and early teen cum. He thought back to how he'd stripped before the boys, how he'd been their slave boy and had fed them, how he'd licked their young bodies clean and had eaten out their asses and sucked them off. Revulsion filled him, causing his skin to turn to gooseflesh and his stomach to churn and almost upchuck as he wondered how he could possibly have done what he'd done, so eagerly, so willingly. At one moment he was fighting with the kid in the strange headband as he tried to get Dominic out of there, disgusted with his girlfriend's dorky kid brother and with the rest of the pervs, especially the black man making the porno video of it all, and angry with Dominic for engaging in such filth and even more so for defying him, especially in front of the others, and the next moment he was eagerly participating in their orgy, even posing again at the entrance for the black dude, the cameras of course aimed so as not to show his stained clothes and face. How could he have done it? How could he have done such perverted things with a gang of filthy-minded kids? How could he have sucked the pizza back out of their filthy assholes, hot and slimy with their ass juice, and sucked on their filthy little dicks? He shuddered with the thought and the memory of the black dude's hot, thick cum filling his mouth and shooting down his throat. He managed to get the car door open and to lean out before he puked all over the driveway. "Oh man, that was fucking wild!" "Oh yeah. You sure know how to throw a party, Cory!" "So when's the next one?" "How about tomorrow?" "You're kidding!" "Hey, while the rents are away," Cory replied with a grin. "Right after school." "Fuckin' far out. See you then!" Dominic hung back as the others left. "I hope Kenneth doesn't make any trouble for you," he said, his voice trembling nervously as he shyly stared down at the floor. "Hey, he ain't gonna be telling nobody fuckin' nothin'." "You sure?" "Would you tell anyone you stripped naked and then ate out the asses of eight guys and sucked their cocks?" "No," Dominic said with a grin as he sighed with relief. He hadn't thought of that. Cory thought of everything. "Actually, with the video and pictures we got of him, he's gonna do whatever we want." "Cool," Dominic said with a wide, open grin that showed his teeth as his steel blue eyes sparkled. He was tempted to ask if he might have one of the digital pictures, but was too shy to do so. "So we'll see you tomorrow?" "I'm invited too?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I invite my boyfriend?" Cory said with a twinkle in his eyes. On impulse, he bent over and gave Dominic a kiss on the lips. Dominic floated all the way home, oblivious to everything around him. Today was the best day of his entire life. ********* I hope you liked this chapter. What else would you like to see happen? What movies would you like Billy Dean to produce? What fun and havoc can Cory create while living with the Gilles's and with his own home vacant of supervising parents? 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, Kenneth Ballard and his mother, 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 Nicole Halder and of course Lad and the star of the series, Cory. __________________________________________________________ Find your next car at http://autos.yahoo.ca -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+