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Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 04:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY-SIX

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Putting his pencil case, textbooks and homework in
his backpack so they would be all ready in the morning
and hanging his backpack on the back of his chair like
he did every night before school, Ben Hanson said good
night to his mom and dad, brushed his teeth, and
returning to his bedroom, shut the door and stripped
naked.  Pulling back the blankets and sheets and
placing his folded pajamas beside him where he could
find them, he shut off the lights and laid down on his
back, ready to throw the sheets over himself if he
needed to.  He eagerly reached down and began to
fiddle with himself, just like he did most nights, and
just like thousands of other boys his age did across
the country.  The moon was just beginning to rise and
shone in the open window, and although only in the
first quarter, it provided enough light to see.  As he
glanced down at his naked body, he wished he wasn't so
short and pudgy.  He wasn't the shortest in his grade,
that honour going to Dominic Halder, nor was he the
fattest, that distinction being won by Fats
Fortillini.  His height and weight, like everything
else about him was neither average nor exceptional. 
It was nothing, like him.
	Normally he'd dwell on that for a while and wish
things were different and daydream about some magical
occurrence that would transform him, but today had
been an exceptionally great day, too great for his
mind to dwell on such negative thoughts.  He'd gotten
a hundred percent on his computer assignment, and
eighty-seven on his science test, second best in the
class right after Wilbur Thornton.  Both marks had
pleased him, and his mom and dad, who at that moment
were in the family room watching a reality show,
totally unaware their thirteen-year-old son was laying
in his bed jacking off.  He stretched out his legs and
tensed his body as he rapidly pumped his slender,
throbbing cock, the image of Molly Vicker's firm,
round boobs vivid in his mind.  The image wasn't just
based on his imagination or on wishful thinking.  It
was based on the real thing.  At noon that day, after
he and his friends-those thoughts, that he had
friends, and that they'd eaten together, flooded him
with a warmth of pleasure that was even more pleasant
than the pleasure he'd felt receiving the good marks
he'd gotten that day and even more pleasant yet than
the tingles of pleasure causing his dickhead to feel
like it was being pealed-had returned to school from
their daily trip to the Seven-Eleven for sodas and
snacks and were picking up their books at the lockers,
Molly had approached him with her boyfriend Nick
Dawson.  He'd immediately cringed and his heart had
fallen with the expectation she was going to accuse
him of staring at her again, or lying about him asking
her out.  It was like her to ruin what had been a
wonderful noon break with his new friend Cory.
	Instead, to his surprise, and that of Nick and the
others who were there, she unbuttoned her blouse and
let it fall open, fully exposing her breasts as she
wasn't wearing a bra, as every guy at Lincoln Junior
High School knew had become her habit.  They weren't
as big as the boobs in his porn collection of older
teenage and adult women, but they were one of the
biggest of all the girls in grade eight, and they were
real, and they were Molly Vicker's!  They were so
totally gorgeous.  And so totally unexpected.  He'd
turned as red as a fire hydrant.  Cory had slipped him
a note in computer class later that afternoon saying
that Molly so had the hots for him, causing him to
turn red all over again.  He knew Cory had something
to do with her exposing herself to him, that he had
somehow made her do it.  He couldn't see how Cory
could possibly have done that, but he had the faith of
a thirteen-year-old that such things were possible.
	Cory had spent the previous Sunday afternoon and
evening with him and they'd surfed the Internet for
information on mind control and hypnotism, which Cory
was really into.  He'd even stayed over for supper,
something that hadn't happened for so long Ben
couldn't even remember when it last happened.  And
that night he'd dared to show Cory his porn collection
of naked women and boob shots, and Cory had told him
it was the biggest and best collection of boob shots
he'd ever seen.  It had been a totally perfect day! 
It was with that memory of him and Cory laying on his
bed looking at his collection and Cory's words of
praise that Ben Hanson shot off into the folded
Kleenex tissue in his left hand the hottest and best
load he'd ever shot off in his young life.
	At that very moment in the adjoining neighbourhood of
Eaglemont thirteen-year-old Cory Wilson was about to
shoot off a load too.  He was fucking Antoinette
Gilles's large boobs in the Gilles's master bedroom,
working his hips to and fro and sliding his stiff
early-teen dick between her warm, firm tits, which she
was squeezing together to trap his hot, aching young
cock as he'd instructed.  He'd gotten the motivation
from Ben's collection of boob shots, and the idea from
one of the pictures he'd looked at over at Jacob
Schuller's house that afternoon with Anthony before
the two of them had shown their thanks to the German
teacher for sharing his collection by giving him a hot
golden shower and letting him suck them off.  As he
fucked his hostess's boobs, he thought about the day,
and especially about Molly Vickers flashing her boobs
at Julius Gilles in computer class, and giving Ben
Hanson a full and long view of them at the lockers
after lunch.  It was the least he could do to thank
Ben for all the help he'd been in helping him perfect
his use of his great-grandfather's headband.
	Last Sunday Ben had surfed the net and they'd found
tons of information on mind control and hypnotism,
good stuff.  Ben knew how to seek out just exactly
what they wanted and how to weed out the junk.  It
would have taken him days himself, and even then it
was unlikely he'd have found as much stuff as Ben had.
 And, what they'd found had allowed him to go another
step in using the headband, beyond projecting his
conscious thoughts and his emotions like he'd done in
the beginning and like his great-grandfather had
mostly done with the headband, and beyond the
transmission of bursts of subconscious desires his
grandfather had attributed to animal electricity and
picking up spiritual power from trees and whatnot, or
at one point in his life to the work of the devil, and
that he'd managed to do by summoning up his strongest
emotions, unintentionally at first and then
deliberately after his first visit with Ben.
	Last Sunday Ben had found a site on trances,
www.trances.edu.  Most of it was way too difficult for
either boy to understand, but from what he could
understand, he'd learned that a trance was a special
state of mind that allowed the mind to do two separate
things, like drive a car and listen to music, and that
was because a trance narrowed a person's focus and was
more intense than the usual state of a person's mind. 
That allowed a person to accept a different reality
because the focus and intensity disabled some critical
mental functions like a person's free will, judgement,
will power, awareness of their body, the continuity of
time, and memory.  He still wasn't sure what all that
meant, but Ben had printed off the page for him to
read later and he'd read it so many times trying to
understand it he now had it memorized.  The guy who'd
written the stuff on the site was some computer whiz,
which really interested Ben, and had said at the same
time as this disabling stuff occurred, the ability to
creatively fantasize or visualize was enhanced and the
person was more suggestible and less critical of new
ideas, just like drugs or hyper-emotionalism can do to
a person.  Even at thirteen Cory knew about drugs and
about emotions, and that made sense.
	Another site Ben found on mind control, a site called
Mind Control101, said there is a mental disorder
called Dissociative Identity Disorder which occurs in
times of shock that creates an alternate personality
which blocks out the trauma, and that hypnotism can do
the same thing.  It went on to say the goal of mind
control is to access those areas of the brain that are
outside the conscious control of the individual by
getting around the normal inhibiting response of the
conscious part of the brain, and that could be done by
creating deep emotional states like pain or fear.  It
said that even a light trance caused by focusing on a
minor pain or loss opens the mind to what it called
"uncensored emotional imprints," which it explained
was anything said to the person during their pain or
loss.  It said that such emotional states allowed for
a transfer of conscious control from the person
feeling pain to the other person and the willingness
to respond to posthypnotic suggestions if they don't
cause too much anxiety.
	Cory would not have understood any of it had he not
read his great-grandfather's journal. The blocking of
trauma stuff and the transfer of control explained his
great-grandfather's ability to block out soldiers'
fears and pain during the war as a medic, and the
other times he'd mentioned using the headband that he
thought were evidence the band was cursed, and the
times he'd used the band himself when he'd been angry,
like when he'd told his mother to frig herself and
when he'd become angry with Kenneth when he'd tried to
take Dominic with him.  Somehow when they were all
excited the headband was able to bypass the inhibiting
part of the brain so the person would do what he or
she was told.  The website on trances had talked about
trance loops and drumbeats and repetition and DTP's
and TGL's and a bunch of other boring stuff, which was
probably how it worked.
	So, he'd gone home and this past week had tried out
his new knowledge with the headband, narrowing his
thoughts to one thing, not his big toe like the web
site had talked about but a different part of the
human anatomy just the same, and repeating his
thoughts and thinking in rhythms and stuff and
summoning up the one emotion he knew well, being
horny.  He'd decided to begin with something easy and
with someone he was familiar with, Antoinette.  Having
learned she disliked animals of any kind, and had a
particularly deep fear and a dislike for dogs, he
concentrated on getting her to accept a different
reality as the computer whiz guy had put it.  That was
the thought he'd concentrated on that Sunday night as
he'd fucked her, figuring the rhythm and pleasure of
fucking should do the trick.  Over breakfast the next
morning she'd talked to Julius about getting a husky
or a great Dane for a pet, or maybe even a Rottweiler,
which considering her fear of dogs came as a total
surprise to her husband.
	His ability proven, Cory hadn't thought any more
about it, but that Thursday as he screwed her tits he
thought about it again, and he bet if he wanted to he
could even get her to spread her legs and get fucked
by one of them.  As he shot a juicy, watery load
between her breasts, he wondered if maybe he should
introduce her to Lad.  Now that would be hot.  Hell,
he was fucking her and her son, so why not Lad fucking
her and her husband.  Maybe later.  Tomorrow he had a
big party planned over at his house, the last day
before his mother and father returned home.  It had
been a fun three weeks, but he did miss them and was
looking forward to their return.
	Dominic Halder was thinking about the upcoming party
that Thursday night also, and like Ben Hanson, he was
laying in his bed pumping his young cock.  Once again
he found he could not get stiff, and he still could
not pull his skin all the way back over the knob.  As
he lay there bouncing his limp dick with the flat of
his fingers and twisting the knob, sending immense
pleasure through the limp flesh even if it wouldn't
stiffen, he thought about the day.  It had been a good
day.  There was going to the Seven-Eleven with Cory,
Anthony and Ben, watching Molly Vickers wiggling her
boobs at every man who came in, and then seeing her
totally open her blouse and flash her boobs at Ben
back at the lockers, and hiking up her skirt in
computer class to give Mister Gilles a good peek at
her panties.
	That evening after supper Kenneth Ballard had stopped
by to pick up his sister, and like usual, she used the
opportunity to boss him around and complain that she
couldn't leave until their dad came home from some
dumb School Board meeting he was at about blocking
porn from the school computers because she had to
"babysit" her dorky brother.  Kenneth, unlike in the
past, didn't side with her and join in with bossing
him around.  It wasn't because of what the two of them
had done together.  In fact he'd tried to act as if
nothing had happened between the two of them at Cory's
two parties, just as Dominic was trying to pretend,
resulting in a very embarrassing and awkward half hour
before his dad came home.
	As his car pulled away, Dominic wondered if he and
his sister were going to Make Out Point on Henderson
Drive and if the two of them did it, and what his
sister would think if she only knew that Kenneth had
sucked his dick and his ass and had jacked himself off
in front of all of them, and had gotten fucked up the
ass.  He hoped that his sister was as much a bitch as
he thought she was and that she and Ken weren't doing
it.  That he was having sex with her boyfriend and she
wasn't was freaking erotic.  It was with that thought
that twelve-year-old Dominic trembled with his dry
orgasm.
	Several blocks away and on that same night,
thirteen-year-old Molly Vickers was turning and
twisting in her bed also, though for very different
reasons.  It had been a horrendous week and it was
only Thursday.  Her sudden and totally insane impulse
to expose her breasts and her panties that had begun
nine days ago had grown with each passing day until it
had become an obsession.  Ever since her breasts had
blossomed over the summer between grade six and seven
she was aware of boys, and men, stealing glances at
her.  While she was pleased and proud that they found
her figure attractive, she found their lustful stares
and obviously dirty thoughts annoying and after the
novelty of being stared at wore off downright
repulsive.
	That was up until nine days ago.  Nine days ago she'd
had this totally uncharacteristic impulse to expose
her breasts to Matt Simmons.  Sure, he was twenty-two
and handsome and the coolest teacher in the school and
every girl at Lincoln Junior High had a crush on him,
but he was a teacher, and an adult.  Even more absurd
was her impulse to show off her breasts to the
stranger at the gas pump at the Seven-Eleven, and to
take off her bra and call Goosey Gilles over to her
desk half a dozen times the next day so he could see
her breasts.  Now that was so unexplainable. Goosey
was neither handsome nor cool.  Everyone hated him, he
was forty-four, hairy and had a middle-aged gut.
	It didn't stop at that.  Each day she had the same
uncontrollable urge to expose her breasts and her
panties to any and every adult she saw, her male
teachers, total strangers, at school, at the
Seven-Eleven, in the park, and at the mall.  Then
Monday it got even worse, if that was possible. She'd
begun having the same urge to do the same to her male
classmates, not the good-looking boys which would at
least make sense, but the ugliest and most unpopular
boys in the school, whale blubber Fats Fortillini who
was always stuffing his face and waddled when he
walked, total geek and egghead Wilbur Thornton who
probably didn't even know the difference between boys
and girls yet, and even Spaz Spatski who not only was
a retard and forever drooling but smelled like garlic.

	Each day she'd also been wearing more and more
revealing clothes, pushing the school's dress code
limit, and then on Monday she'd begun flashing her
breasts at strangers.  Although repulsed by their
lustful stares, she found herself turned on by them at
the same time.  She also found herself becoming
sexually excited overhearing the dirty comments about
her body from her admirers after she'd exposed herself
and when they thought she was out of hearing range,
and yet she hated herself for having such aroused
feelings at the same time.  It was as if she'd become
addicted to exposing herself and inviting stares,
especially from total strangers and older men and the
most repulsive boys in school, just like a drug addict
loves the moment she's on drugs but hates herself when
she comes down.  Today was proof of that.  Today she'd
exposed her breasts to that insignificant, meek little
mouse Ben Hanson, and she could see from the look in
his eyes how he'd desired her, probably even imagined
doing it with her.  The thought of doing it, or
anything, with him was so erotic at the same time she
actually felt an ache of desire between her legs that
was so strong it was actually painful.  Now as she
twisted and turned, her stomach felt like heaving in
disgust with the thought of having sex with the little
nothing, and with the memory of the look in his eyes
and the fact she'd actually exposed her breasts to
him.
	Despite the anxiety and revulsion she'd felt as she'd
finally fallen asleep, the next morning she wore the
lowest neckline and the shortest skirt the school
would allow, and she left her panties at home.  In
science class period four she hiked up her skirt and
spread her legs, pretending not to know anything was
showing as she copied Mister Simmon's notes.  As he
sat down at his desk, she accidentally dropped her
pencil, and then stood up and turning her back to him,
bent over to pick it up.  As she took her seat again,
she cautiously glanced at him out of the corner of her
eye.  From the stunned look on his face, he'd
evidently seen what she'd shown him.  That look on her
twenty-two-year-old teacher's face sent a thrill of
excitement up her vagina, but at the same time she was
shocked by what she'd done, and afraid how he might
react.  When he looked away and he didn't say anything
as his cheeks began to redden, she knew it was because
he'd been just as thrilled at seeing her girlhood as
she had been exposing herself to him.
	At noon Nick accompanied her to the Seven-Eleven as
usual, and she carelessly dropped her purse out by the
gas pumps and had to bend over for several minutes to
pick up her coins, exposing her buttocks and her
girlhood to the fat, balding man filling his car.  He
had to be at least as old as her father and the look
of lust in his eyes when she glanced over at him sent
a thrill of desire up her girlhood.  After school, she
went to the shopping center and then the mall where
she dropped her purse, which being open of course
spilled out its contents, and then bent over to
picking everything up in front of every disgusting old
man she saw.  With each lustful look and dirty comment
the bolder she became.  She even sought out the
security guard at the mall, a disgusting old black man
who had to be in his fifties or early sixties, a
balding man with the body of a wrestler and the face
of an ape and with whom she'd flirted with earlier in
the week.  This time, instead of her naked breasts,
she flashed him her sweet girlhood.
	While Molly was entertaining every disgusting old man
she could find, Cory had headed straight over to his
house after school.  He'd told the Gilles's he was
spending the night with Anthony.  Anthony had told his
parents he was spending the night with Terry, and
Terry had told his parents he was spending the night
with Anthony, both boys of course accompanying Cory to
his house.  Anton had reluctantly told his parents he
was spending the night with Jason as Cory had
suggested he do.  Guilty over having lied to his
parents, something he'd been raised to never do right
from the moment he understood, and reluctant to go to
Cory's home after the last time he'd been there,
finding the sex action perverted and disgusting, as
he'd also been taught by his parents, Anton had
nonetheless biked over to Cory's house.  Cory hadn't
said what the consequences would be if he didn't come
to the party, but he knew there would be, and he
really didn't want to find out what they were.
	Dominic on the other hand had lain awake all night in
eager anticipation.  When he had told his father that
morning that he was spending the night with Cory, his
father cared so little he hadn't even responded, and
he wasn't even sure if his father had heard him.  Even
after twelve years of his father's indifference and
open hatred, his attitude still hurt.  Despite his
eagerness to party with Cory and Cory's friends,
throughout the day he could not help thinking about
his father's total lack of love.
	Jonah had also been eager to join Cory, but when he'd
asked during supper on Thursday his father had
forbidden him to do so as a matter of principle. 
Reverend Jonathan Winthrop knew what mischief boys got
into in their sleep overs, and he didn't have to check
with Cory's parents to ensure the boys would be
supervised because he knew no matter how well
supervised boys were, they were devious and would find
some way to avoid detection as they were lead into
temptation.  To Jonah's surprise, when he'd phoned and
told Cory his father's decision, Cory had come to his
house.  Even more of a surprise, after talking briefly
and privately to Cory, his father had an
uncharacteristic turn of heart and not only gave his
permission and blessing but gave Cory a hundred
dollars to buy everyone supper.
	The last invitee, Kenneth Ballard, did not have to
get permission from his parents, his mother being out
of town over night at a Scout Leaders' meeting and his
parents being divorced.  He did have to do some fast
talking with Dominic's sister, Nicole, his girlfriend,
who was not pleased being left home alone on a Friday
night, even if he did claim to be sick, which would
account for his awkward and detached behavior the
night before.  She was beginning to wonder if he was
interested in someone else.  Pissed off that she had
to spend Friday night at home, she was even more
pissed in that Dominic was going out.
	Piling into Kenneth's car, the boys went to
McDonald's for burgers, fries and milkshakes, and then
stopped at the Dairy Queen for blizzards and to pick
up an ice cream cake and then at Safeway to pick up
pop and snacks for later, where they spotted Molly
flirting with two old men, bending over to talk to
them and wiggling her boobs under their noses.  The
men's leers as she walked away and their comment about
what sluts young girls were today and how luck today's
generation was caused the boys to snicker as they
exchanged leers of their own.  Returning to Cory's
place, they talked about school and their teachers and
the upcoming soccer game, as young boys do, and of
course about Molly Vickers who was becoming the topic
of everyone's conversation, and a regular tease
flashing her boobs and her pussy at the most unlikely
people, and Trang Ng who seemed to be following in
Molly's footsteps, which was not a surprise the two of
them being such close friends.  They figured it would
only be a matter of time before the third member of
their little clique, Ashley Rowland, joined them.
	Cory popped one of the video cassettes he and Anthony
had selected at Jacob Muller's place for the party
into the player.  It was about a husband and wife
entertaining friends, the main entertainment being
getting it on every which way imaginable, man on
woman, man on man, and woman on woman.  They talked
about if adults really did that sort of thing for real
and imagined their parents having such a party, which
given the attitudes of their parents was highly
unlikely, and totally grossed a few of them out.  They
talked about Jacob Muller and the surprise that a
teacher would have a porn collection and tried to
imagine which of their teachers would have such a
secret hobby, which in some cases sent them into gales
of laughter at the preposterousness of such an idea.
	Breaking out the chips and sodas, they watched a DVD
of short clips of porn featuring teen and preteen boys
including a sixteen minute clip called "Unusual
Hospitality" about two older teen boys seeking warmth
on a snowy day and being stripped, tied up and forced
to have sex by two older guys, including one of them
being pissed on which caused Cory and Anthony to
exchange knowing looks, and a nine minute clip about
three boys, two eleven and one twelve, playing strip
poker on a bed and then looking at porn magazines and
messing around with their dicks.
	That of course got them in the mood, and Cory soon
found a deck of cards and Kenneth taught them how to
play poker.  Although they'd already seen each other
naked and had messed around with each other, the idea
of slowly stripping and being watched was exciting,
and fun, especially as more and more of them got down
to their last couple articles of clothing.  As one by
one they stepped out of their jeans to reveal their
boxers and shorts they giggled and snickered and a few
jeans and pairs of underwear began to tent.  Dominic
and Kenneth had both worn their thongs, reminding them
all that they' all planned on getting a pair of the
sexy underwear.
	Terry was the first to stand up and push down his
boxers to everyone's snickers, revealing his partially
erect dick, huge, cum-filled balls and still hairless
pubes.  As he watched the others continue to play, he
lit up a cigarette, which he shared with Cory, and the
two of them finally convinced Anthony to try.  As he
coughed and hacked and tears streamed from his eyes,
the two laughed and thought back to their first
attempts at smoking and the first time they'd inhaled.
 One by one the other boys stood and stepped out of
their underwear or stretched out on their backs and
raised their hips and pushed them down.  Anton, much
to his embarrassment, was hard as a nail, not that
there weren't several others close to it.  Jonah was
the last one not naked, still having his jeans and
underwear on as Kenneth pushed down his boxers and
stepped out of them, resulting in them observing that
Jonah was a skillful gambler, which was sort of funny
considering his father was a preacher.  They of course
suddenly tackled him and with a lot of giggling and
groping removed his jeans and his white briefs.
	Cory suggested they form a jerk circle and they all
readily agreed, even those who'd never heard of it
before having a pretty good idea what it was.  They
arranged themselves simply on where they were sitting
at the time rather than choosing the person on either
side of them.  So it was totally by chance that Cory
reached over and jacked off his best buddy Anthony who
was sitting on his right, and that Anthony did
seventeen-year-old Kenneth Ballard as the grade twelve
senior reached over and jacked off seven-year-old
Jonah while Jonah jacked off Anton who did Terry while
the thirteen-year-old jacked off Dominic, who
completed the circle by jacking off Cory.  Seven hot,
horny boys and seven stiff, throbbing dicks.
	Cory eagerly pumped his fist up and down his best
buddy's stiff dick just as he did his own.  The two
thirteen-year-old boys had compared sizes on several
occasions and at the moment Anthony's was a little
shorter and a little fatter than his own and it was
cut.  It had been Anthony who had introduced him to
the secret of jacking off and the two of them had done
it together and had done each other more times than
either could remember now.  It was hot playing around
with another guy's most personal and private part, and
even hotter when it was your best buddy.  And, there
was no greater pleasure one guy can give another than
to get his nuts off.  Cory glanced down at his buddy's
cock and then down at his own as it was being jerked
off by his newest friend.  It always felt strange
having someone else doing his cock instead of his own
hand, and it was surprising how such a basic act felt
so different for each guy who beat him off.  While
Anthony jacked him off vigorously and with full
strokes, Dominic was much more gentle and much slower
and he concentrated more on his shaft than his knob.
	Although only three-and-a-half months younger than
Cory, Cory's birthday being at the end of August and
Dominic's in mid-December, Cory thought of Dominic as
his kid brother, someone whom he loved even more than
a friend, and someone he felt he had to protect and
guide.  Maybe it was because he looked so young and
was the shortest and thinnest of all the grade eight
boys. Although Dominic knew about jacking off, it had
been Cory who had shown him how to do it, and who had
been present the first time he'd tried it, passing on
the knowledge Anthony had shared with him in a
time-honored tradition among boys.  He had a beautiful
looking cocklet, as long as Cory's but more slender
with a long foreskin that totally encased his dick. 
Cory noticed that Dominic hadn't had any difficulty
getting stiff despite his confession before the party
that he still was having trouble doing so at home when
he fiddled with himself.  He also noticed his other
good friend, Terry, was being careful not to pull
Dominic's skin all the way back.
	Although his pubes were still naked like Dominic's,
Terry's balls were at least three times the size and
whereas Dominic's were the same pale pink as his dick
and his marvelously flat stomach, Terry's were
developing the darker purplish tone of an adolescent
boy.  Terry, like Cory and Anthony, was sexually
curious and precocious and jacking off was hardly
anything new, though doing it in a jerk circle of
seven boys was.  It was also hot, and he licked his
lips as he concentrated on carefully stroking
Dominic's young practically virgin cocklet and
delighted in the pleasure pulsating through his own
solid flesh.  That it was Goosey Gilles's son who was
stroking his cock made it even hotter.  He wondered
what his hated teacher would think if he knew his son
was over at Cory's having a hot jerk session.  Of
course he knew about the fun in the park and that
Anton did a lot more than just engage in jerk circles.
 He hoped that he might have a chance to fuck his ass
that evening as he'd seen Lane Spudder fucking him in
the park.
	Anton Gilles didn't exactly know what to think of
what was happening.  He was only there because he
suspected Cory would make his life more miserable if
he didn't show up.  These were not his friends, and if
he'd had a choice, he'd rather not be there, and
certainly not participating in a filthy faggot act
like messing with another guy's dink.  A guy's
privates were exactly that, and it was wrong and it
was dirty to touch another guy down there, and to be
touched by someone else.  Despite all that, he did
enjoy the pleasure having his dick stroked brought,
and even the excitement and perversity of stroking
another guy's dick.  He'd never be able to do that
with his best buddy, Jason, not like Cory and Anthony
were doing.  That he regretted in a way, the pleasure
of a hot, throbbing dick being one of the most
enjoyable experiences a guy could share with another. 
On the other hand, he and Jason were above that type
of common perversion, something that was more
appropriate for students who attended public school to
engage in.  That was what made it common and dirty,
and that was what made it so erotic.
	Seven-year-old Jonah just knew that it felt good to
have his little uncut cocktail weenie stroked.  Like
Dominic he had a long foreskin, but unlike Dominic's,
his was loose and was easily pulled back to expose his
tiny knob.  Like Dominic his undeveloped balls were
tiny and the same color as his pale stomach, and like
Dominic, he had Cory to thank for having introduced
him to the joys of jacking off, something he engaged
in daily in the privacy and secrecy of his bedroom,
keeping a constant ear open for the approach of his
fanatical father who would if he could have him
whipped in public for engaging in such a sin.  Yes,
each time he wrestled with the teachings of his faith
and the ranting of his father about the evils of sex
and temptation of the flesh, but those feelings of
guilt and shame didn't stop him from playing with
himself, or with every male dog in the neighborhood. 
As much as he enjoyed doing dogs, and they enjoyed
being done, jacking off another guy was even hotter
than doing a dog, and having your little cock jerked
off by someone else was even hotter.
	Kenneth Ballard was of mixed feelings about what was
going on also as he sat there getting his hard,
throbbing cock jacked off by thirteen-year-old
Anthony, and as he jacked off young Jonah.  He didn't
have any qualms about jacking off itself.  All guys
got horny and satisfied their need with their own hand
whether they admitted it or not, and though he'd never
done it in front of anyone else prior to the Sunday
he'd delivered Pizza to Cory's house, he knew there
were guys who did it together and who did each other,
normal straight guys.  The difference of course was
that when guys, straight guys, did each other when
they were horny it was because they'd been thinking
about girls and because there were no girls available
to satisfy their need.  And, they were older guys and
guys of about the same age.  He was sitting in a room
where the next youngest guy was four years younger
than himself, where a thirteen-year-old boy was
tugging on his throbbing cock and he was jerking off
the silky little dicklet of a seven-year-old.  That
was not normal.  It was perverted.  It was also
erotic.
	Anthony felt the same way about jerking off a high
school senior four years older than himself, but being
perverted and being erotic were not opposites nor
exclusive.  They were one and the same.  Like most
thirteen-year-old boys he was sexually curious and
found anything to do with sex a turn on, and the fact
that adults thought it dirty and forbade it made it
all the more a turn on.  Also like most
thirteen-year-old boys he wanted to be cool, and
especially in front of his best buddy Cory.  Getting
his dick jacked off by his best friend, whom he'd
introduced to jacking off in the first place, and
jacking off the thick seven-inch cock of a
seventeen-year-old senior student was cool.  It was
also extremely erotic, and as the tingling of his
cockhead sent ripples of pleasure up his slender early
teen cock, he knew the thick, throbbing cock he was
stroking was doing the same.
	It was impossible for the seven boys in the room not
to sense the growing tension and mounting pressure in
each other's loins as they sat there with greater
concentration than any of them ever showed at school,
even the serious students like Jonah and Dominic and
even in subjects they were keen about and found
interesting, like Mister Simmons's science labs, or
Mrs. Pakorny's history simulations.  Their breathing
became more labored and the smell of flushed, hot
young boys and hot, blood-engorged dick filled the
family room.  Grabbing the empty candy dish from the
coffee table behind him, Cory held it in front of his
aching dick, and he inhaled deeply as he felt the
twang deep in his groin and the delightful sensation
of his cum gushing up the core of his cock like oil
gushing up the central pipe of an oil rig.  Spurt
after spurt of runny, early teen cum shot out of the
burning tip of his dick and into the clear glass bowl,
six rapid squirts one after another.  He trembled with
the pleasure of his ejaculation and with the pleasure
of Dominic milking his cock, each tight squeeze and
stroke sending a ripple of pleasure through his
swollen flesh and drawing out still more early-teen
cum that squirted into the bowl.
	The throbbing of Cory's stiff dick in his hand and
the sight of Cory spurting out his cum caused Dominic
to tremble and buck his hips as he reached his own
climax, dry but just as delightful and just as
powerful.  He gasped for breath as the ripples of
pleasure pulsated through his cocklet and his young
balls drew up tightly under his slender cocklet.  He
knew of no greater pleasure a boy could know, and he
was thankful Cory had convinced him to try it.
	So was young Jonah as he too quivered and gasped with
his dry orgasm, his little cocklet itching and
throbbing with the strange and delightful pleasure,
his little undeveloped balls drawn back up into his
body so that they had practically disappeared.  All
boys, at an age much younger than seven, mess with
their dinks and delight in the pleasure that results,
but misguided and envious adults quickly bring an end
to that universal pleasure so that most by the age of
seven have been conditioned not to seek the pleasure. 
Jonah was one of the reborn so to speak.  He did not
care what his father preached about self-abuse and the
sin of onanism, this was a pleasure to be experienced,
and he was in the company of those who held the same
belief.
	Seeing his best buddy squirting brought Anthony to
the brink, and he had Cory hold the candy bowl in
front of his swollen, aching cock just in time to
catch his spurtings.  Like Cory his early-teen cum was
thin and copious, sending another six squirts of
watery cum into the bowl.  Cory slowly pulled up on
the swollen flesh, milking out his buddy's remaining
cum just as Dominic had milked out his own.  He knew
exactly how his best buddy was feeling, which made
what he was doing all the hotter.  Anthony's remaining
cum oozed out of the burning tip of his swollen cock
and hung in a pendant from the tip of his dick to the
pool of cum in the dish.
	Terry was next to add his load to that of his two
buddies, and he was still squirting his early-teen cum
into the candy bowl when Kenneth shuffled over and
began to add his.  He came just as violently as the
younger teens, but his cum was thicker and whiter,
reflecting the more abundant sperm and the milky
solution to nourish them.  The boys of course watched
his spurting with interest, both those who could come
and those who could not yet.  Anton was one of those
between, sometimes his still developing balls
developing enough juice to squirt, usually thin and
watery, and other times his orgasm being dry.  This
day was one of the wet times, and his thin,
translucent shot spurted into the bowl with just as
much pleasure as the other boys had felt.
	"You better remember to wash that dish out before
your parents get home," observed Anthony.
	"Yeah.  They might mistake it for chip dip," observed
Terry with a smile as he reached for a chip and the
boys all giggled at the idea.
	"That'd make an awesome dip," observed Anthony,
debating if he should try it as he reached for a chip
also.
	"Bet it'd taste great on toast," said Jonah, causing
them all to giggle again.
	"To great friends," Cory said on impulse, raising the
dish in the air, and then bringing it to his lips,
tipping it and taking a sip.  The slimy, sticky
mixture of boy juice clung to his lips and formed a
streamer connecting his lips to the bowl as he drew it
away.  His tongue snaked out and cut off the streamer.
	Anthony immediately took the dish and similarly
raised it in the air.  "To great friends, and to Cory
for a fucking awesome party," he said, bringing the
bowl of slime to his lips and taking a sip also.  He
grinned over at his best buddy, his lips now smeared
with the whitish, slimy concoction.  One by one the
others each took the dish and made the same toast to
friendship and to Cory, and each smiled with impish
joy as he passed the bowl on, his lips glistening with
the combined boy juice of the five boys.
	"So, anyone ready for ice cream cake?"
	"Oh yeah!  Think it will taste as good as fresh cum?"
Terry joked.
	"Hey, maybe we should jerk off another load as
topping to the cake."
	"Naw, it'd be so hot it'd melt the ice cream,"
observed Anthony to the amusement of the boys.
	Cutting the cake into seven large pieces, the boys
quickly consumed it, their lips now glistening with
ice cream.
	"Oh maaaannn, that was good."
	"Yeah.  Awesome.  But now I'm horny again."
	"Anthony, you're always horny," Cory joked and the
others all laughed.
	"Oh yeah?  Look whose talking," Anthony retorted
good-naturedly, causing the others to laugh again.
	"So, what should we do?"
	Cory's eyes narrowed and went blank as he
concentrated.  His fingers drummed rhythmically on his
naked thigh and his breathing became slow and deep. 
Anthony smiled.  Whatever his buddy was thinking of,
it was sure to be good. 
	"I feel like fucking ass," he finally said as his
eyes brightened once again.  It had barely been thirty
seconds, but it had seemed like thirty minutes to the
others.  "How many guys here have fucked ass before
besides me?" he asked as he raised his hand.  Anthony
immediately raised his and Anton slowly followed. 
"And who has had their ass fucked?"  Anton and Kenneth
reluctantly raised their hands and Dominic shyly
raised his, having lost his prune to Cory at Cory's
first party two weeks ago.
	"Mine's been finger fucked, if that counts," Jonah
confessed, Cory also being responsible for teaching
the boy that pleasure.
	"Sure," said Cory reassuringly as he smiled at the
seven-year-old.  "Looks like you're the only one to
have done both," he continued as he looked at Anton. 
"You must really like it."
	"I do," confessed Anton.  "I like it a lot,
especially getting fucked."  It was true.  As Cory had
been thinking what to do, the memory of the first time
he'd gotten his ass fucked, two months ago by Cory
beside their pool while Anthony had fucked his kid
brother flashed through his mind, and then doing it
again a week and a half later.  He had hated it.  It
was filthy and demeaning, a vulgar homo act kids like
Cory and others who attended the public school engaged
in, not a Gilles.  Then he'd discovered what his
father did in his daily jogs and Bob Moser had begun
fucking him in the park.  He'd hated that too, the
perversion, the humiliation, being used, but his
perverse, warped mind wanted it too, and when Bob
wasn't there he was disappointed.  And then a week ago
his dad had fucked him, and he'd wanted his dad to do
it to him, though for the past week he'd been unable
to look his dad in the face without feeling guilt and
shame.  Dads were not supposed to mess around with
their preteen sons.  It was sinful, and illegal, and
disgusting.  It had also felt good, very good. 
	"Everyone who wants to fuck Anton's ass raise your
hands."  Of course everyone raised them. "I think we
should start with someone whose never fucked ass
before," Cory announced as he glanced around. "Let's
start with the smallest dick and work up to the
largest.  Jonah, I guess you're first up!"
	"And he really means up," Anthony observed wittily,
causing them all to giggle.
	Piling a couple sofa cushions on the floor, Cory had
Anton lay on his back with his hips on the pillow, and
then had him suck Jonah's little dick until it was
hard.  The blond-haired seven-year-old preacher's son
knelt between Anton's outspread legs and looking down
as he placed the tip of his stiff little cocklet
against Anton's asshole, he slowly sank his cocklet up
his ass.  It was not difficult given the boy's dick
was no thicker and no longer than a man's little
finger.  Jonah felt hot, moist flesh surround his
aching, throbbing little tool for the first time. 
From the pleasure it caused, it would not be the last
time.  Following Cory's instructions, he began to
slowly work his hips to and fro, easing his stiff
little cocklet in and out of Anton's hot, moist ass. 
It felt great.
	Anton, having been screwed many times before, worked
his sphincter in time with Jonah's thrusts, tightening
it as he withdrew, and relaxing as he eased his
cocklet back up his rectum to ease the pain of being
penetrated, and to increase his own pleasure.  This
was different from any of the other times though.  For
one, Jonah was only seven, and being twelve and fucked
by a seven-year-old boy was even more perverse than
being fucked by a boy closer to his age or by an
adult.  For another, Jonah's dick was tiny compared to
the others that had penetrated his rectum, not that
the pleasure was any less.  In fact, that was the
biggest difference.
	While Cory had been thinking what they should do,
he'd been thinking about the times he'd gotten his ass
fucked, and how despite the humiliation and
degradation, how good it had felt. In fact the more he
thought about it the more he realized just how much
he'd enjoyed it.  He was disappointed when Bob hadn't
shown up in the park because he liked getting fucked
by his monster cock.  He had wanted his dad to fuck
him because he had an itch deep up his rectum just
like Francois had minutes earlier, and because his dad
was stiff and aching for sex and he wanted to please
his dad, and himself.  He'd only thought about it for
thirty seconds, but in that short time he was aching
to be fucked.  He could think of no greater pleasure
than the stimulation of having his asshole stretched
and massaged, of feeling a cock inside him, of
bringing another guy pleasure.
	He was bringing young Jonah pleasure, a pleasure the
seven-year-old had never known was possible.  His
first thrusts and withdrawals had been awkward and
he'd been very self-conscious about not pulling back
too far so his dicklet slipped out and of being
watched by the other boys.  It was not long before he
forgot both as the throbbing of his cock and the
burning of his little knob became his focus and he
began to pump his hips to and fro as if it was
perfectly natural.  It was perfectly natural, and it
was only cruel and zealots like his father who made
such a beautiful and pleasant act into a sin and a
perversion.  As the itchiness of his dickhead grew,
Jonah grasped Anton's hips and fucked his ass like a
little bunny.  Anton was squirming with the pleasure
also and his breathing growing just as labored.  Both
boys closed their eyes and threw their heads back as
they gasped and grunted with the intense pleasure as
the others waited and watched.  As Jonah trembled and
groaned openly and unabashedly with his dry orgasm,
the first from fucking a boy's ass, his pleasure was
evident in his pretty deep blue eyes, as was Anton's
from the smile on his parted lips.
	Dominic was next.  He, to his surprise and delight,
was already stiff just from watching Jonah and from
the sexual electricity in the air.  He straddled
Anton's chest and let the twelve-year-old slick up his
cocklet with spittle, and then anxiously knelt between
his legs as Jonah had done, eager to experience
fucking another guy's ass but worried if he'd be able
to do it at the same time.  To his embarrassment, it
took him a few tries to get at the right angle, but
with Anton's eagerness and with the slenderness of his
dick and Cory's guidance, he managed to ease his
aching, throbbing dick into Anton's eager hole.  He
slowly worked his hips to and fro, severely conscious
of the others watching him, and of the great privilege
of being admitted into their group.  Although he
desperately wanted to be, he was nowhere near as
outgoing and daring as Cory, Anthony or Terry, and he
certainly was never as precocious as Jonah at that
age.
	The throbbing of his dick and itchy pleasure causing
his sheathed knob to burn pleasantly soon overwhelmed
his self-consciousness.  As he worked his hips to and
fro, his long, blond hair fell down over his eyes as
it was wont to do and it bounced against his nose as
he engaged in his first piece of ass.  As he felt
Anton's hot, moist ass grip his throbbing cocklet each
time he withdrew and as he felt the hot flesh throb
about his slender boner, he knew how Cory must have
felt fucking him.  It was that thought that brought
him over the edge and he trembled with his violent dry
orgasm as Anton trembled with his.
	Although he'd just climaxed, Anton was eager to be
plowed, and he willingly and almost desperately
slicked up Terry's stiff cock, which was actually
slightly shorter than Dominic's in that Dominic's long
foreskin extended beyond the tip, but which was
fatter, the thirteen-year-old's cock being more the
thickness of a man's thumb.  Much to his later guilt
he'd been eager for Bob Moser to plow him each time
he'd gone jogging in the park with his father, and
that night in his bed he'd been eager to have his
father fuck him too, but those times paled in
comparison to how he felt at the moment.  Never had he
felt such a desire to be fucked, such a desire to feel
a guy's stiff cock up his ass.
	He eagerly pushed out with his stomach muscles as
Terry pressed forward, his young, rock-hard,
spit-slick cock easily stretching open his sphincter. 
Like the boys before him, this was Terry's first time
fucking ass, and also like the boys before him, from
the pleasure he felt having his aching boner
surrounded by hot, moist flesh and the waves of
pleasure rippling up it as he began fucking, it would
not be his last either.  He'd wondered what it might
be like from the first day he'd watched Bob Moser and
Lane Spudder having their pleasure in the park as Lad
had fucked Goosey Gilles.  Now he was finding out.  It
felt, as far as he was concerned, as good as fucking
cunt, or at least how he imagined fucking cunt would
feel like, not having had that opportunity yet, though
he certainly was working on it with several girls at
school.  Being athletic and outgoing, he was making
good progress.  One advantage of doing a guy he
realized was that he didn't have to wear a condom and
worry about getting him pregnant.  Shooting his load
up Anton's ass, he threw back his head and sighed with
the pleasure.  That was a very definite advantage.
	As Anthony stepped forward, his young, stiff cock
jerked excitedly and eagerly in anticipation, to
everyone's amusement.  The thirteen-year-old could not
help recalling the times he'd fucked Anton's kid
brother, and Anton could not help thinking that he was
about to be fucked by the guy who'd fucked his younger
brother's ass.  Anthony's cock was about the same
length and thickness as Terry's, and by then Anton had
been stretched open long enough that he didn't need to
slick up Anthony's cock with spit.  Besides, as Terry
had eased his cock out, the tightness of Anton's
asshole had squeezed out Terry's remaining cum which
would provide any slickness Anthony needed.
	Experience and eagerness on the part of both boys,
and Terry's slime, made penetration easy, and Anthony
smiled down at Anton as he began to pump his aching,
throbbing cock in and out of his hot, moist hole.  It
felt great, as he knew it would, and as he eased his
cock in and out of Anton's ass, he wondered if when
Anton returned home and saw his brother what he'd be
thinking knowing both of them had his cock up their
ass.  It was a hot thought, as was the thought that he
was sliding in dick through Terry's slime, and that
soon he would be adding his own.  He inhaled deeply
with the pleasure pulsating through his swollen flesh
and with the erotic thoughts filling his mind, and it
was not long before the thirteen-year-old was spurting
his thin, early teen cum up Anton's rectum.
	Cory was next, and he smiled as he looked down at
Anton with his legs eagerly spread for him just like
his mother did.  That was so fucking hot, fucking both
son and mother, and he wondered if maybe sometime he
should invite Anton to join him and his mother and
fuck the two of them, one after the other in each
other's presence.  Now that would really be fucking
hot.  And it would be fitting.  After all, both of
them were eager to be fucked thanks to him.
	It was of course not the first time Cory and Anton
had screwed, and as Cory worked his cock in and out of
Anton's rectum, Anton recalled those earlier times
beside the pool when Cory had fucked him as Anthony
had fucked his brother.  He also could not help
thinking about Cory spending the nights with his
mother and his suspicion they were not just sleeping,
and that the baby in her belly was really his.  He
worked his sphincter muscle in time with Cory's
thrusts and withdrawals and Cory could not help
thinking it was just like Anton's mother working her
cunt.  He worked his hips to and fro slowly and
rhythmically but the idea of fucking mother and son
was just too hot.  Anton found it hot too and the
thought that the hot, throbbing cock spurting cum up
his rectum was the same cock that had spurted cum up
his mother's cunt, and had likely knocked her up, had
him trembling with his third orgasm of the evening.
	Despite being almost three inches longer than Cory
and almost twice as thick, Kenneth had no need to be
lubed as he took his place between Anton's outspread
legs next.  Despite having been fucked five times
already, his anus was not sore and Anton was feeling
neither weary nor used.  He was in fact looking
forward to being plugged by the largest cock yet,
Kenneth being almost as long and as thick as Bob
Moser.  As he felt Kenneth's knob stretch open his
sphincter, and then his long, thick cock plunge deep
up his rectum he was not disappointed.  His rectum
itched and ached for a good fucking just as badly as
it had ached and itched half an hour ago as Jonah had
been about to mount him.  As Kenneth began working his
cock in and out of his body, Anton shuddered with pure
delight.
	As for Kenneth, he was not sure how to feel about
what was happening.  It had been one hot evening, that
he could not deny, no more than he could deny that
having his stiff, aching cock surrounded by hot, moist
flesh felt wonderful, as wonderful as he'd ever
imagined fucking would be.  His cock ached and
throbbed and itched with even greater pleasure than
the pleasure he felt jerking himself off.  That was
great, but that was also a problem.  He was still a
virgin as far as girls were concerned, but he was
totally straight, so why was he here messing around
with a bunch of guys, and why guys in their early
teens and preteens?  Even more perturbing, why was he
enjoying it so much!  As he shot his thick, teenage
cum up Anton's rectum it was with a strange mixture of
pleasure and guilt, of rapture and shame.
	The boys refueled on caramel popcorn and plates of
Natchos and cheese melted in the microwave and washed
down with soda pop as they watched a couple more porn
videos borrowed from Mister Muller's collection, a
couple bi films with a lot of action between young
guys and girls and between members of the same sex,
both male and female, and a vid clip simply entitled
"Kdv02 " about a fourteen-year-old boy jacking off who
is joined by a ten-year-old boy who strips and joins
him.  The extra sugar and carbs combined with their
viewing entertainment did nothing to quell their
desires, not that there was anything that could
considering they were young and perpetually horny.
	As he watched the two boys messing around with each
other in the sixteen minute vid clip, Cory
absent-mindedly reached down and caressed Anthony's
firm, compact ass, and Anthony responded by reaching
down and stroking Cory's inner thighs, knowing how
sensitive they were and how stroking them turned Cory
on.  Cory's young cock quickly swelling and rising in
the air was proof of that, which Anthony knew from
touch alone in that his eyes were glued to the vid
clip.  From the way Cory was caressing his ass and
running a finger up and down along his crack and
fingering his pucker, Anthony had a good idea where
their messing around was going to lead but he had no
problem with that.  He'd fucked ass several times
along with Cory but he'd never been fucked himself. 
After having seen Cory and Dominic, he'd thought about
it though, and had decided if the opportunity ever
arouse with the right person he wouldn't object to
trying it.  As Cory slipped his pointer finger along
his ass crack, he knew the opportunity had arisen. 
His best buddy was certainly the right person.  As the
vid clip ended with the two boys kissing, Cory and
Anthony looked into each other's eyes and each knew
what the other was thinking.
	Terry, Jonah and Anton had been sitting together and
fiddling with themselves as they'd watched the clip,
and it was only natural that they'd reach over and
begin to fiddle with each other when it was over.  It
was also only natural that their play would progress
into the formation of a daisy chain with Anton sucking
Terry, Terry sucking Jonah, and Jonah sucking Anton. 
Terry had been sucked by Jonah over two months ago
when he and Cory had watched Jonah suck and filch
Goosey Gilles, and he now finally returned the favor. 
As for Jonah and Anton, both had sucked cock before,
and each eagerly slipped his lips over his partner's
cock and began to suck.
	That left Dominic and Kenneth, an unlikely pair
considering how Kenneth ordered Dominic around every
time he went to his house, mainly of course to please
Dominic's sister and in the hopes that by doing so
he'd win her favor and would end up between her legs. 
Watching Cory slipping his stiff cock up Anthony's
ass, he at first considered fucking Dominic, but as
attractive as that idea was, considering his size and
that Dominic's first time had only been two weeks ago,
he decided against it.  Seeing the others form a daisy
chain, he considered sixty-nining with the young boy,
but in the end, he instead spread his legs and offered
Dominic his ass.  That was funny in a way in that it
was Dominic's sister than he'd been hoping to have sex
with, not Dominic, and it was he who he'd thought
would be doing the screwing!
	As he worked his slender cock in and out of Anthony's
rectum, Cory smiled down at him and Anthony returned
the smile.  Engaging in sex was always reason to
smile, but when it was with your best buddy there was
even more reason.  He leaned over on impulse and
kissed Anthony on the lips like they'd seen the two
boys in the vid clip do, and the hot throbbing between
their legs doubled in intensity.  Anthony clamped his
sphincter about Cory's young cock and wrapped his legs
about his waist as the ripples of arousal pulsated
through his rectum.  Cory trembled with arousal also
as he pumped his hips to and fro, sliding his stiff,
aching cock in and out of his best buddy, bringing the
two of them pleasure that society would deny them.
	Anton, Terry and Jonah were all tensing also as they
felt the same pressure developing in their loins as
Anthony and Cory, a pressure that was by then well
known by each of them and enjoyed as much as the very
first time they'd experienced it.  Each boy sucked
deeply on the throbbing cock in his mouth as his own
cock throbbed with the same pleasure, each knowing
that any second he would reach his climax and each
delighting not only in anticipation of that awesome
pleasure but also in the fact that he was bringing
that same pleasure to another boy.
	Dominic felt himself approaching that ultimate peak
of pleasure once again also, as did Kenneth.  Although
five years apart in age, that pleasure was not that
much different.  That he was fucking his sister's
boyfriend was not lost on the shy twelve-year-old, nor
was the fact that from the way he was squirming and
the way his stiff, seven-inch cock was jerking about
Kenneth was obviously enjoying what they were doing
also.  He had begun fucking Kenneth with the idea of
seeking revenge on his sister, fucking the boy she
loved, and revenge on Kenneth for the way he bossed
him around, but as the pleasure pulsating out from
their union flowed through his body, all he could
think of was how great it felt, and how great it was
for two guys to experience such pleasure.  Throwing
back his head and closing his eyes, he sighed with the
sweet pain ripping through his knob as he reached his
climax, his thighs numb and weak and his right leg
convulsing uncontrollably.  At the same time Kenneth
erupted, his thick teenage cum spurting out of his
stiff cock and spraying the six-foot-two,
two-hundred-and-twenty pound football player's broad,
muscular chest and the thin, smooth chest of the
five-foot-seven, eighty pound boy fucking him.  He had
no idea why he'd chosen this act for the two of them
to engage in, and at first he'd thought it perverse to
be getting fucked by a twelve-year-old boy, but like
Dominic, as the pleasure pulsating about his rectum
increased and he sensed the immense pleasure the boy
above him was feeling, he felt a sense of compassion
and caring for the boy that he'd never felt before. 
When he came, it was with as much delight that he'd
brought pleasure to the boy with his dicklet up his
ass as it was the exotic pleasure of shooting off his
load.
	Oblivious to everything else other than their own
pleasure, Cory and Anthony grunted and quivered with
their own climaxes as Cory shot his juice up Anthony's
rectum and Anthony sprayed the two of them with his
watery, early teen cum.  Cory thrust his stiff,
spurting cock in and out of Anthony rapidly, trying to
match each squirt with a thrust.  His thin, watery,
early teen cum spurted deep up Anthony's rectum with a
force only a thirteen-year-old boy can have, and as he
pumped his stiff cock in and out of Anthony, Anthony
squeezed his sphincter tight with his own explosion,
his own early teen cum shooting through the air with
the same force, streaking his smooth, panting chest
and that of his best friend plowing his ass.
	Terry, Anton and Jonah all quivered with their own
orgasms, two dry and one wet, but all as delightful
and as powerful.  Anton eagerly swallowed Terry's
early teen cum, delighting in the taste and texture of
his boy juice, his own developing balls having run dry
but his body quivering in delight with his dry orgasm.
 Jonah trembled with that still awesome and mysterious
pleasure also, his slender noodle swollen and numb and
his little balls drawn up into his body.  Terry sucked
on the silky little cocklet, knowing the pleasure he
was bringing Jonah was the same pleasure he was
feeling as he spurted out his boy juice once again.
	The boys said nothing as they finally disentangled
themselves and lay back, their eyes closed and their
chests rising and falling as they enjoyed the bliss of
having climaxed, the fresh aroma of cum filling the
air and their lungs.  Exhausted by the day's activity,
the seven boys slowly dropped off to sleep.  As he was
dozing off, Cory glanced about the room, satisfied
that his party had been a success and delighted he'd
be seeing his mom and dad again tomorrow even if it
did mean an end to opportunities like this.  He
noticed Dominic and Kenneth snuggled up together in
each other's arms and for a moment he thought he saw
an aurora enveloping and pulsating about each of them
sort of like the light you see in movies when a guy's
supposed to be an angel or something.  The two merged
and sort of blended together in color and were gone. 
Figuring his eyes were tired and playing tricks on him
in the pale moonlight or that he was lightheaded from
too much sex, he thought no more of it as he snuggled
up in Anthony's arms.
	The next day all seven slept in until late morning,
and all seven woke up with a morning wood.  Cory,
Anthony and Terry were the first to awake, and after
stretching and yawning and scratching where it itched,
the three friends silently formed a daisy chain there
on the floor of the family room and began the morning
with a drink of fresh early teen cum.  While the three
were eagerly and joyfully sucking on each other's
stiff, throbbing straw, Dominic and Kenneth awoke in
each other's arms, and seeing the three on the floor
the two didn't say a word as they formed a sixty-nine,
Dominic eagerly slipping his lips over Kenneth's huge
purple-red knob, and Kenneth slipping his mouth over
Dominic's slender, pale white cocklet.  Anton and
Jonah were the last to awake and they followed the
example set by the others.  It was a great way to
begin the day. 
	While the boys were happily engaged, Molly was
wandering Westbank Park, flashing the old men sitting
on the park benches and a couple dirty panhandlers
hassling people for change.  The older and more
disgusting the men were the more lustfully they stared
at her and the greater the charge she got out of
exposing her breasts and vulva.  From the park she
headed over to the Westbank Center and wandered the
large mall looking for men to expose herself to. 
After having wandered the park for an hour, she was
feeling particularly daring and randy.  Spotting the
security guard she'd flashed earlier in the week she
went through her "oh dear I've dropped my purse"
routine, except this time she had gotten careless and
more spilled out than she'd intended.  She was still
picking up her loose change when he stepped up to her.
	"You know girl, you gonna git in trouble if you keep
doin' dat."
	"Doing what?" Molly asked, grabbing the last of the
coins and standing up and looking at him innocently
but her heart racing.  She'd never stuck around long
enough for any of the men she'd flashed to actually
talk to her.
	"Ah ben keepin' ma eye on you, girl" the guard said,
stepping in front of her as she tried to walk away.
	"Oh, really?" Molly replied coquettishly, feeling
aroused and disgusted at the same time.
	"Ah knows wut yo up too."
	"I don't know what you mean," Molly replied, starting
to get a little worried.
	"Oh, ah tink yo do.  An' I tink yo momma and poppa
would be quite shocked to learn just wut their little
darlin' has ben doin'."  Molly's heart speeded up. 
"Now, ah don' tink you wan me to be reportin' yo
indecent activities to yo parents, or to da
authorities, do you girl?"  Molly definitely didn't
want that.  "Well, you jus come along wit me an' we'll
see if you can convince me why ah shouldn't do dat."
	As Molly followed him, she tried to think of what she
could say to possibly convince him of her innocence. 
She could say she wasn't wearing any clean panties
because, well, she'd run out of laundry soap, which
was why she was at the mall.  She could claim she
didn't know anyone could see anything.  She was so
busy trying to think up excuses, she didn't pay much
attention to where they were going, and just assumed
they were going to the security office or something
like that.  Unlocking one of the doors, he pushed her
ahead of him down the short, narrow corridor to a tiny
room barely more than seven feet square, a former
custodial storage room no longer used with the
renovation of the mall and where he came to catch
forty winks or to have a shot of cheap wine.  It had a
folding cot with an old blanket, a stool, a shelf with
a half empty wine bottle and an overflowing ashtray,
and a naked overhead bulb.  It smelled of dust and
stale smoke and sour wine.
	"Now, let's have a good look at what you ben flashin'
me."
	As he reached out and slipped his large, rough hands
inside her blouse, easy with her half-unbuttoned
blouse, Molly realized he was not intending on having
a discussion about her behavior.  The idea of the old
men and the losers at Lincoln Junior High that she'd
flashed getting turned on and wanting to touch her
breasts had been erotic while she'd been flashing
them, but the reality of the black security guard
actually touching her was disgusting.  Her first
thought was to escape, but he was well over
two-hundred pounds, twice her weight, and though that
was mostly fat and he was as old as her grandfather,
she was no match for him as she tried to squirm out of
his clutch.  Her second thought was that she'd report
him.  She looked at the badge on his uniform.  Elijah
Dean.
	Eli easily unbuttoned the few remaining buttons of
Molly's blouse and as he squeezed and massaged her
young, budding boobs he smiled.  His nephew Billy
could use a girl like her in his business.  He knew
Billy would prefer to break her in himself, but he
also knew Billy took used goods.  He ran his fingers
over her nipples and Molly squirmed with the
irritation, her tender young nipples quickly becoming
firm.  That was not all that was becoming firm.
	"No!  Don't!  I'll scream," she warned as he ran a
hand up her thigh and under her short skirt.
	"Go ahead.  Scream all you wan' girl," Eli responded.
 "Ain't nobody around gonna hear."  His fingers were
on her crack, small and tight, her hairs so silky and
fine as only a thirteen-year-old can have.  He
massaged the lips of her crack roughly as he bent over
and kissed her on the lips.  It was a one-sided kiss,
but that would change in time.
	Molly wanted to puke.  The stench of his foul breath
and the groping of his hand between her legs were
revolting.  She struck at him with her fists but he
easily grabbed them and pinned them back as he kissed
her again, a wet, slobbery kiss.  His breath smelled
of tobacco.  As he let go with one hand to grope her
between the legs again, she tried to scratch him and
he slapped her hard across the face, snapping her head
against the wall.  She could taste blood.
	"I'll tell."
	"I'm sure your classmates will enjoy the tale," he
said with a grin.
	Mauling her cunt, he resumed kissing her, her lips,
her cheeks, her lovely, developing boobs.  She heard
his zipper being pulled down and she struck at him and
screamed only to have him crush her up against the
wall.  She could feel him, hard and hot, pressing
against her flat belly, against her womanhood, just
like they described in the Harlequin romance novels
she and her friends snuck from their mothers'
collections and read, but this was not romantic.  It
was not love.  It was vulgar and crude and wrong. 
This was not how it was supposed to be.  This was not
how she was supposed to lose her virginity.
	"Please, please.  I'll do anything. Anything at all. 
Just don't-."
	"You'll do anyting fo sho girl," Eli said with a
leer.  He flexed his knees and pressed the tip of his
fat, black cock against her virgin pussy.  He worked
up a gob of spittle and drooled it over his black knob
and along her slit.  He should probably use lube for
her first time, but that wasn't something a
fifty-nine-year-old black man carried around with him.
 Besides, what was a little pain?  The little white
slut had been asking for this.  What did she expect
flashing her boobs and her little girl cunt in his
face?  He pressed forward, his cock rigid with
arousal.  It wasn't every day a man of his age got to
crack a young girl's cherry, or that a black man got
to break in a young white girl.
	Molly cried out in pain as she felt his thick, black
cock burst her hymen.  It stretched open her tender,
virgin pussy and rapidly sank up her vagina.  He
rammed it all the way in, until his coarse black hairs
were pressing against her pubes, and then began to
fuck her rapidly and savagely, banging her against the
brick wall, seeing only his own satisfaction.  He
grunted and snorted like an animal in rut.  He was an
animal. A filthy, dirty, lust-crazed animal.  Tears
began to roll down her soft cheeks as he brutally
raped her but he didn't care.  She'd been asking for
this for two weeks.  Browsing through the computer
games at the Computer Zone only a dozen stores down
the mall and wondering which one Cory might enjoy
playing with him, a choice he hadn't had for years,
Ben Hanson had no idea what was happening in the
dusty, cramped little room.  Even though he didn't
know, it was a fitting revenge for all the times she'd
hassled him and accused him of staring at her.

*****

Thanks to Ben for suggesting the character Elijah and
continued humiliation of Molly and to Ben and Billy
for suggesting Cory's growing use of the headband. 
What else would you like to see happen?  What movies
would you like Billy Dean to produce?  What further
fun and havoc can Cory create with his growing
awareness of the power of his great-grandfather's
headband?  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, Father Henry, and
Calvin Coster and his daughter Stacey.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson and Jacob
Schuller with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane, Nicole
Halder, Molly and Nick, Trang Ng, Elijah Dean and of
course Lad and the star of the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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