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TEACHER - PART FIFTY-SIX

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Glancing over at Cheryl Watson talking to a couple of
her girlfriends and wondering if he dare go over and
ask if he could join them, Denis did not see the chair
leg directly in front of him.  His heart leaped to his
throat in horror as his plate of fries and his burger
headed for the edge of the tray as he stumbled forward
and he automatically tipped the tray toward him as he
tried to keep his own balance, resulting in the carton
of milk to knock into the custard he'd picked for
dessert and the tray to tip upside down.  Plastic
chairs and trays make one hell of a noise as any
junior high student can tell you.  And, of course,
everyone in the entire cafeteria turned to look at
what had happened, including Cheryl Watson and her
friends.
	"Have a nice trip?" Nick Dawson asked with a big
grin.  Everyone laughed.  Of course, Nick Dawson,
Lincoln Junior High's grade nine bully, had to be
sitting nearby.  Nick loved poking fun at others,
especially those who were younger and smaller than
him.  Everyone knew he was doing it to impress Molly
Vickers though rumor was that the two of them were no
longer an item, which would be a good reason for his
ill humor lately and why he was picking on others more
than usual.  Of course there was a very select group
who knew something of what was going on between Nick
and Molly though nobody would believe them if they
were to tell, and they were all too afraid of Nick to
even consider doing so.  None of them knew exactly
what was troubling Nick, not even Molly nor Cory who
knew more than anyone else what was going on.    "I
didn't know the school hired jugglers for our lunch
amusement," Nick continued.  "Considering the job you
did, hope they didn't spend too much money."  Everyone
laughed again, most of them amused by his comments,
the rest figuring they'd better laugh or they could be
the next targets of Nick's rapier wit.
	Turning an even brighter red than he already was,
Denis knelt down to pick up the mess on the floor. 
"Clumsy klutz," someone observed.
	"Hey, it isn't his fault," Nick objected, to Denis's
surprise.  "God was so busy giving him a pretty face
He didn't notice He'd given him two left feet." 
Everyone roared.
	Denis Bois did have a pretty face.  His fair
complexion was accented by his curly platinum blond
hair and intense blue eyes. His facial conformation
was as flawless as his complexion. The five-foot-five,
hundred and ten pound grade eight student's high
prominent cheek bones were his finest quality second
only to the dimples which sprang to life on the rare
occasion he smiled.  He was a very handsome boy.
	"You got custard on your fly," Nick observed, causing
the boys at his table to guffaw. "Or is that jerk
sauce?" he asked as he leaned closer, causing an
uproar at his table and Denis to turn so red his face
felt on fire.  So much for going over to talk to
Cheryl.  He glanced down at his trousers.  He couldn't
see anything.  "Guilty conscience?" asked Nick with a
smug leer.  Nick Dawson was on a roll.
	He wouldn't have had a chance with Cheryl anyway
Denis rationalized as he slunk out of the cafeteria,
certain everyone's eyes were on him.  The only girls
he ever seemed to attract were domineering girls,
girls like Molly Vickers or Ashley Rowland, girls with
looks and bodies and who knew they were hot and who
either treated him like he was an accessory to make
them look good, or wanted to run his life for him,
just like his mother ran his father's life.  Cheryl
was shy and quiet and decent and smart and plain
looking, though in Denis's eyes she was the most
beautiful girl at Lincoln Junior High.
	As he headed off to his afternoon classes, he tried
to forget the embarrassing incident, but when you are
a teenager and so shy it is painful, it is not
something that easily forgotten.  Already feeling
down, it was just one more thing to add to his
miserableness.  He was still recovering from the prank
that had been played on him on Saturday.  There had
been a big soccer game between RGAB and WCHS and he'd
gone to watch, as did a lot of his classmates at
Lincoln Junior High, many of them having older
brothers who attended WCHS.  During the intermission
he'd headed to the confection stand when he found
himself surrounded by a group of RGAB junior high
students, Jason and Dennis Freeman, Eddie Fairchild,
Ruddy Rabb, and Alistair Simms, the private school's
pack of bullies.  They swarmed him, jostled him
around, telling him how great it was to see him and
shaking his hand and patting him on the shoulder and
the back, as if he was a long lost buddy, and then
laughing, they went on their way, leaving him
confused.  He had no idea what they'd done, but
everyone who looked at him grinned or smirked and the
girls whispered to each other behind their hands.  It
wasn't until Cory Wilson came over and picked off the
sticker the gang had Francois Gilles stick on his back
that said "kiss me I'm gay" that he knew what all the
snickering and laughing had been about.
	The incident hadn't surprised him.  Denis Bois
attracted bullies.  He'd hoped it might be different
with his move to Riverside in mid-December, the only
positive thing he could think of about moving, not
that he had any close friends back at Grand Rapids. 
He'd only been at Riverside for three weeks when he
found out things weren't going to be any different
here either.  Dominating girls, bullies, and
overbearing adults were attracted to him like bees
were attracted to nectar, or flies to shit.  The
latter was more appropriate.  His whole life was the
shits.  Unhappy at school, a home life that was a
disaster, painfully shy, he was starved for love,
attention and companionship 
	"And what have we here?" Julius Gilles asked,
stopping by his desk and picking up the pad of paper.
	Denis's heart sank.  Of all the teachers to catch
him!  He'd only been at Lincoln Junior High for four
months, but it didn't take him long to know which
teachers were good, like Mrs. Pakorny, which were
pushovers, like Achy Bone, and which teachers were on
everyone's hate list, like Goosey Gilles.  Distracted,
and finding Goosey's computer classes a bore anyway,
he'd been absentmindedly doodling as he'd felt sorry
for himself.
	"What's this, some sort of flower?"
	"It's a Maltese Cross," Denis replied, embarrassed
Goosey was telling the class what he'd been drawing,
and even more annoyed that Goosey didn't recognize it.
 A flower?  He wasn't that bad an artist!  In fact he
drew crosses very well.  Dylan Ingles had said so, and
he was an awesome artist.  "It is a type of Greek
cross, used by orders of knights in the days of
chivalry.  That one is the Order of the Hospital of
Saint John of Jerusalem, a white-."
	"Never seen a cross like that before," interrupted
Julius.  "Looks like a flower."  The surest way to
stop a student from doing something he wasn't supposed
to be doing was to put him down, to embarrass him in
front of the class.  Make what he was doing hurt. 
"But I know a swastika when I see one.  I never
thought you'd be a pro-Nazi," he observed.  Now had it
been Anton, his goth-loving son, it would have been no
surprise.  How Anton had turned out hurt, and any
chance Julius had to put down other boys helped.
	"I'm not!" Denis replied, offended by the suggestion
and desperate not to have anyone think that he was. 
"The origin of the swastika is way older than its use
by the Nazis.  It is a common symbol of life and luck
in the old and new world."  It was also a symbol of
resignation for the Buddhists, and Denis over the past
several months had become resigned to the fact that he
was destined to be a loner with no close friends and
no chance for a girlfriend, unhappy at school and
unhappier at home.  He'd adopted the swastika as his
own personal emblem, not for its association with the
Nazis, but as a symbol of his defeatist attitude and
the hopelessness of his life.  While he was most happy
when someone was telling him what, where, and when to
do things; there was an anger festering inside,
constantly growing and gradually taking over this
'pretty boy' that everybody took for granted.  Unless
something significant changed his march to adulthood,
this pretty little boy was destined find himself in
the clock tower of a major university with a
high-powered rifle and only revenge in his heart. 
	"And what is this in the corner?"
	Oh God no!  Denis wanted to curl up and die.  Not
that!  Please don't make him say it out loud.
	"A heart, and the initials DB and CW," Julius
described.  Embarrassment was the best deterrent for
wrong behavior, especially for junior high students. 
Embarrass them badly enough and they'll never dare
repeat the behavior.  After the past weekend, he was
feeling particularly angry.  The loss of their game
against WCHS, the dismal performance of his son Julian
on the field, Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers
taking him out to Baldwin park, their laughter as he
stripped and played puppy for them, eating the vile
dog shit that littered the place and allowing himself
to be mounted by any horny stray that came by. . . . 
Julius became gradually aware that every student in
the classroom had stopped what he or she was doing and
was staring at him.  "Well, we all know who DB must
be," he said with a satisfied smirk.  "Now, who do we
know with the initials CW?"  He glanced around the
room, stopping at Cory Wilson.  He wasn't making any
accusation.  Julius Gilles was vengeful, not stupid,
and he especially wasn't about to take any chances
with that student.  Besides, he didn't have to.  With
the filthy minds junior high students had, boys and
girls, he didn't have to say more.  Let them come to
their own conclusions.  Served the smug little smart
ass right, fucking around with his wife, knocking her
up.
	No!  God no!  Denis was too embarrassed and
humiliated to speak. And what could he say?  That CW
was Cheryl Watson?  That would embarrass her and put
an end to any chances he might have with her, as slim
as they were.  Cory Wilson?  And a heart?  What the
fucking hell type of boy did the son of a bitch think
he was?  Denis's dismay turned to a violent red anger,
a flash that seared his very soul and caused his blood
to boil, a rage that painted the classroom and
everyone in it blood red.  Hatred blocked out all
reason and replaced the pain that had pierced his
heart.
	His deed done, Julius tossed the pad back on Denis's
desk and continued on up the aisle, leaving the
teenage boy there smoldering.  The remainder of the
period and art class following were a blank as Denis
robotically went through the motions.  It was totally
by accident that he and Cory Wilson, who took art
also, left the classroom at the same time, and headed
down the hall to the lockers together.
	"I ... ah, that, you know, that stuff in computer
class," Denis said, flustered and embarrassed but
feeling he had to say something, "you know, C.W., that
wasn't you-not that you're not a good friend and
everything-it's just that, I'm  . . .  well  . . . 
that's not the way that I like-."  This was just
making things even worse.  He liked Cory, just not
that way.  Cory was a friend, as close a friend as
Denis had ever had in his life.  They weren't close
buddies, like they didn't do stuff together or
anything like that, but he did consider him a friend. 
Cory was the type of guy who was friends with a lot of
people, not popular like say the school jocks or the
kids who were on the student council and stuff, but
who just naturally made friends easily and who people
felt comfortable with.  Except at the moment Denis
felt anything but comfortable.
	"Hey, that's cool," Cory replied with that easy smile
of his as he put his books in his locker.  "Goosey
should never have done what he did, embarrassing you
like that, cutting you off and cutting you down.  But
he'll pay for it."  The bastard would pay, for what
he'd done to Denis who hadn't been doing anybody any
harm, and for what he'd done to him, implying to the
class that he and Denis were lovers, or at least that
Denis had the hots for him and trying to embarrass
both of them.  He knew who had the hots for him. 
That, Cory slowly realized, was why Goosey had made
the implication.  That his wife loved him and was
carrying his child was humiliating and a bitter
reality to accept, that he knew.  It was still no
reason to try to embarrass him in front of the class. 
He'd made a big mistake doing that.
	"You okay?" Denis asked.  Cory had the strangest look
on his face.  "I didn't mean to get you involved this
afternoon."
	"Hey, no problem.  I'm okay.  I'll see ya around,
okay?"
	"Sure."
	See him around.  Not likely.  He wasn't in Cory's
inner circle of friends, and he never would be, not
someone like him.  As he watched Cory join Anthony and
Terry and the three buddies laugh and jack around as
they headed out the building, he didn't feel
resentful.  Cory treated him all right, not like some
of the others.  He just took him for granted, like
everyone did.  Denis Bois walked home alone, his face
dark with his brooding thoughts.  As usual his father
was out, and his mother was in a bitchy mood and too
wrapped up in herself to care what sort of day he'd
had.  Life was not fair.
	He ate in silence and went to his room to do his
homework.  He heard his father come home, drunk, as
usual, and his mother and he begin to fight, as usual.
 He turned up his radio just enough to block out their
arguing and worked on his history report, which helped
lighten his mood.  He loved history more than any
other subject, and he liked Mrs. Pakorny.  That kids
were mean and called her Mrs. Porky angered him. 
Denis was a kind and sensitive boy.  Finishing off his
report, he put it aside proudly and tackled his math,
his weakest and least favorite subject, and then drew
and colored a title page for his history report.
	Stripping down and crawling into bed nude, as had
become his habit, he reached down and fiddled with
himself, as had also become his habit before going to
sleep.  As he slowly stroked his young, limp cock, he
thought about Cheryl Watson of course, and imagined
them out on a date, the movies, and her taking out his
cock and playing with it as he slipped his hand in her
panties and played with her pussy, getting her hot. 
He'd heard older guys talking about doing that in the
movies with their girlfriends.  He tried to picture
her naked.  It was easy to imagine her stroking his
cock, but imagining her naked was not so easy.  He'd
never seen a girl naked, and though he was aware you
could find naked pictures easy on the Internet, he'd
never really been that curious to look for them, and
besides, he understood they were all older women or
older teens, like in high school.
	His cock was soon stiff.  He cupped and rolled his
balls.  He knew from taking showers at school that
they were bigger than most, as was his cock.  He was
also developing a nice thick bush of platinum blond
hairs, the same color and curliness as the locks on
his head.  At least a quarter of his classmates hadn't
started getting hair there yet.  His had begun growing
six months ago, a month or so before he'd jerked
himself off all the way for the first time.  He
thought back to several months prior to that, to the
boring afternoon one hot day in August when he and a
couple of his buddies had been let in on the secret of
jacking off by an older boy in the park.  Timid and
shy, he'd tried not to look as the older boy pulled
down his pants and underwear and demonstrated, but he
couldn't help watching.  He had, after all, turned
thirteen that summer and was curious.  He'd recalled
that event many times since then, the excitement of
discovering something secret and adult, and totally
forbidden, and the closeness of the five of them drawn
in a tight circle by the lure of forbidden fruit.  It
was the closest he'd ever come to feeling
companionship with other boys, and the memory of that
hot afternoon in the park had become his favorite to
jack off to.  Of course the other three had all later
claimed to have never tried their new discovery, as
did Denis.  It was something sinful and dirty.  Losers
jacked off.  Four months later he had moved.
	He recalled the scene in the park and imagined Cory
Wilson as one of those being introduced to the secret,
and then, later, he and Cory trying out what they'd
been shown.  That of course was a wild, impossible
fantasy.  Cory Wilson was not the type of boy who
played with himself.  Cory did have a nice size cock,
much the same size as his own.  He knew.  He'd seen it
in the showers.  It wasn't that he was interested in
boys.  He was just curious, how he was compared to
other boys in size.  He closed his eyes and pictured
him and Cory, lying on his bed side by side, jerking
themselves off, two buddies just enjoying the pleasure
of being boys and of having a hot jerking off session.
 That was easy to imagine.  He'd seen Cory naked.  He
knew how pleasurable it felt to jack off.  He just
didn't know what it was like to have a friend close
enough to do something so private and special with.
	His fingers stroked his stiff, throbbing
thirteen-year-old cock slowly.  He wanted the pleasure
to last.  As he masturbated he slowly reached around
under himself and caressed his tender butthole with
the tip of his middle finger.  It felt good doing
that.  He'd gotten the idea one day after a guy had
given another the finger and had told him he'd enjoy
it.  It was a common gesture.  Guys gave each other
the finger all the time in Grand Rapids, and he'd
found they did the same in Riverside.
	He slowly slipped in the tip of his finger, up to the
end of his fingernail.  A thrill of excitement caused
his heart to speed up and desire pulsated through his
swollen, throbbing cock.  He was tempted to stick his
finger in further as he often had in the past, but he
was afraid.  Suppose he hurt himself?  How do you
explain that to a doctor?  Besides, it was dirty. 
Sometimes just doing it as far as he did had left a
brown smear on the tip of his finger.  Still, he
wondered what it would be like, to have a guy stick
his thing up his bottom.  He imagined Cory doing it to
him.  That would be so hot, having a buddy that was so
close the two of them would do something like that,
just to see what it was like!  With a shudder of
delight, he felt the twang deep in his groin and his
stuff begin to gush up the core of his hot, throbbing
cock.  Frantically withdrawing his finger, he grabbed
the Kleenex tissue he'd folded up and lay on the bed
beside him as he desperately clamped his peehole
closed.  As he held it in front of the tip of his cock
he began to spurt.  He gasped for breath as his thin,
watery juice quickly filled the Kleenex tissue.  He
shot harder than he had most times, and more.  His
juice soaked into the thin tissue and overflowed and
flooded over his fingers.  It was hot, and wet and
sticky.
	"Haven't you got your report done yet, Fats?" asked
Wilbur with surprise, which didn't surprise anyone.
Wilbur always had his assignments done days ahead, and
Fats was still finishing his as the teacher was
collecting them.
	"I been busy.  Sides, I hate history."  Actually,
Fats hated everything about school except lunch.  He
busily colored in the ocean as the group of boys ate
their lunch in the cafeteria.
	"What country is that anyway?"
	"England."
	"England?  Looks like a green frog," observed Wilbur.
	"An ugly green frog," added Dylan to the laughter of
the others.
	"Yeah, well, I can't draw as good as you," Fats
objected.
	"You should see Denis's title page," said Dylan. 
"It's awesome."
	"Thanks," Denis said, blushing with the praise.  "But
it's not as good as yours."
	"Nobody can draw as good as Dylan."					
	"By the way," said Peter, "that was interesting stuff
you said about the Maltese cross yesterday.  It was
really used by the Hospitaliers?"
	"Yeah, it was.  Like I said, it is a type of Greek
cross, which is a cross where the arms are of equal
length and meet in the middle.  They symbolize earth,
air, water and fire, the four indestructible elements
of creation, so the cross symbolizes permanence."
	"Cool," observed Cory.  He was really into reading
stuff about witches and Satan right now, and the talk
of the four elements sounded a lot like the stuff he
was reading.
	"Did you know the Order of the Hospital of Saint John
of Jerusalem had their headquarters in Malta from 1530
to 1798?" asked Wilbur, who knew all things medieval.
	"For the annual payment of a falcon to Charles V's
viceroy of Sicily," added Peter Manchester, who knew
even more about the medieval world than even Wilbur
Thornton.
	"No," replied Denis, "but I know their emblem was the
Maltese cross.  Like I was trying to tell Mister
Gilles, it was a white cross on a black background."
	"Goosey Gilles is a fool."
	"That was mean what he said about Fats in health
class today."
	"I'm used to it," shrugged Fats.  "You gonna finish
those fries?"  Denis passed him the plate.
	"Even so, that was uncalled for."
	"Someone needs to really teach him a lesson about
embarrassing students."
	"Yeah."					
	"Too bad we weren't living in the time of knights.
Someone could challenge him to a duel."
	"Yeah."
	"Or they could put him in a pillory and taunt and
insult him and throw rotten food at him."
	"Or tie him to one of those dunking chairs and
submerge him in a lake until he apologizes to everyone
he's insulted."
	"That would take years," Cory said, and they all
laughed.
	"Maybe they could brand him with the Maltese Cross so
he'll recognize it when he sees it.  You know, like
they branded slaves in Roman times."
	"Hey, maybe we could get a tattoo artist to do one on
him."
	"Yeah, on his fat belly."
	"Naw, on his forehead so everyone can see it."
	Their imaginations were soaring.
	"I'd like to see his hair cut in a Maltese Cross,"
observed Denis.  "You know, the off sides of the cross
shaved and the actual cross short, maybe a buzz cut  .
. .  but wait, if it were just a haircut he could
shave his head bald and all would be normal - a little
weird but semi-normal," Denis said, and they all
laughed.  "But if the shaved part were dyed with a
black permanent dye that would remain, and the buzz
cut part of the cross dyed with a permanent
contrasting color  . . .  like red, would that not
only look cool, which Goosey isn't, but be real
humiliating?  I'd love to see how he likes being
humiliated."
	"That would be wicked," Fats observed.  He pretended
not being hurt by the comments about his weight,
especially from a teacher, but they did hurt.
	"You should do his son too, for what he did to you at
the game on Saturday," suggested Cory.
	"Do all his kids.  That would teach him not to mess
with you."
	"Have you seen Anton Gilles lately?  A Maltese cross
cut would fit him perfect actually."  The boys fell
silent as they pictured Anton with his hair trimmed to
a brilliant red Maltese Cross.
	"Let's do it.  Goosey has PE the last period
tomorrow.  Whoever wants to be in on this, meet in the
boys locker room after school tomorrow," said Cory.
	The room fell silent as the laughter and joking
stopped and the group of them looked at Cory. "Goosey
needs to be taught a lesson," Cory said, to which they
all readily nodded and expressed their agreement. 
"And don't worry about repercussions. There won't be
any.  Remember that film of him and Millburne?"  The
boys would never forget that tape, and Denis was soon
filled in on the blackmail film they had of the two
most hated teachers at Lincoln Junior High doing each
other.
	Denis thought it all talk of course, junior high guys
letting off steam and daydreaming.  Goosey Gilles and
Stuart Millburne giving each other a blow job?  No
way.  He thought they'd all forget about it overnight,
but the next day the plan was all those in the know
could talk about.  Goosey Gilles seemed bent on
irritating everyone even more than usual, eliminating
the possibility of anyone getting cold feet. 
Throughout the day guys came up to him and told him
what a brilliant idea he had, even guys who were total
strangers, which being a new student, many were. 
Goosey of course had no idea what was going on as
fifteen boys congregated in the boys lockers the end
of the day.  While Cory distracted him with a question
about soccer, the bigger and stronger of the boys
attacked from behind, grabbing his arms and holding
him down while someone threw a dirty pair of boxers
over his head so he couldn't see who they were.
	As they sat him down on the bench between the banks
of lockers, two on each arm and two on each leg, and
several others standing by to help, Cory handed Denis
the pair of scissors and the electric clippers Billy
had gotten from a hair stylist friend of his.  Denis
hesitated.  Although he had a lot of pent up anger, he
was not a disobedient student nor a cruel boy.  The
memory of Goosey cutting him off and cutting him down
as Cory had put it and how it had made him feel
flashed through his mind.  Cutting the seam of one of
the leg openings, he slid the leg hole of the boxers
down over Goosey's head.  The boys watched with
growing delight and excitement as Denis began to snip
and Goosey's dark brown locks fell to the locker room
floor.  His receding hairline was something he was no
longer going to have to worry about.  Carefully
cutting out a perfect Maltese cross, Denis, to the
cheers and encouragement of the others, applied the
crimson hair dye, and then the permanent black dye to
his hated teacher's shaved scalp.
	He was just finishing up when Billy escorted in their
next victims.  He'd picked them up from school,
Antoinette being under the belief that Julius was
doing so, and brought them directly over to Lincoln
Junior High.  They stared in bewilderment and with
apprehension at their father sitting there with the
top of his head poking through the leg hole of a dirty
pair of boxers and at the gang of junior high boys
surrounding him.  Denis felt no guilt as he began with
nine year old Francois, delighting in shearing off his
thick, red hair in a cross identical to his father's
though he was tempted instead to carve into the back
of his head words similar to what had been stuck to
his back.  Surrounded by fourteen teenage boys and
seeing his father sitting there with his new hairdo,
Francois didn't make any effort to resist.  Although
it was humiliating, after the things that Bob Moser
and the Spudder brothers had made him do in the park,
he decided this was not so bad as he watched his shorn
locks fall on the floor beside his father's in dismay.
	Denis turned next to Anton, who unlike his father and
his kid brother readily and willingly accepted his new
haircut.  This was going to be really cool, and
besides, his father and brother were going to have the
same cuts as he was, which was really wicked.  Denis
had eagerly done Julius and Francois with a vengeance
that felt so sweet, much to his delight, but also to
his dismay, the boy not really being cruel despite the
wrongs the two had done to him.  He had just as
eagerly done Anton, the twelve-year-old clearly
wanting it done to him, and especially since the boy
was clearly participating to spite his father and
brother.  That Denis could relate to.  He was not,
however, so eager to do the fourth and last Gilles.
	"You really sure about this?" he asked Cory
hesitantly.
	"Absolutely.  Ask her yourself."
	"You want your hair cut like your father's and
brothers'?"
	Instead of answering, she looked up at Cory
questioningly.
	"Take off your underwear and give it to her," Cory
said, looking at Denis.
	Denis hesitated, and then stepping behind her so he
was out of her sight, he removed his pants and quickly
stepped out of his briefs, the ones he'd been wearing
since Monday.  Putting his pants back on, he
self-consciously handed her his underwear, blushing
with embarrassment and hoping nobody would notice the
fly and the pocket of the white cotton briefs had
yellow stains from the last drops of piss that he
never seemed to be able to shake off when he took a
leak, and fresh pre-cum stains, the result of thinking
all day about what was going to happen after school. 
Cory had phoned him last night and had told him to
wear his dirtiest underwear to school.  Raising the
soiled underwear to her face, seven-year-old Juliette
Gilles inhaled deeply, and looking up at Denis smiled
gratefully and nodded.
	As Denis began to slowly cut off her long locks,
still uncertain though everything was as Cory had told
him it would be last night, the rest of the boys, as
they'd promised when Cory had phoned them with the
same message as he'd given Denis, began to lower their
pants and step out of their dirty underwear.  Most did
so awkwardly and behind her back or turned so that
their naked backsides were all she could see, though
several, in revenge against her father though he could
not see what was happening, openly flaunted their
stuff before the seven-year-old girl.  Juliette was
not interested in what was between their legs and
besides at the moment she was delighting in the
fragrance of Denis's underwear, warm and damp from his
body sweat and heat, fragrant with his boy odors.  For
fifteen pairs of dirty underwear, she was more than
willing to have her hair cut as Cory had described the
night before.  She'd even have had her shaved scalp
dyed black if he'd asked, but like Anton, that she was
spared.
	"You really sure everything is going to be all
right?" Denis asked as Billy drove him and Cory home
afterward.
	"Don't worry.  Everything will be cool.  Goosey won't
do anything about this, I promise."
	During the heat of the moment, it had been awesome. 
Getting revenge against Goosey and Francois had been
the most delightful thing he'd ever done in his life
though just how much he'd enjoyed it had shocked and
disturbed the sensitive boy.  Even later that evening
as he thought about it and as he recalled the look on
Julius's face when he looked in the mirror and when he
saw what had happened to his three children as he and
Cory had peeked from around the lockers gave him a
rush of excitement and pleasure not unlike how he felt
when he spurted.  It was also the most traumatic thing
that he'd ever done.  For the rest of the night he
alternated between soaring to the heights of ecstasy
and plummeting to the depths of depression as he
recalled the joy and worried about what was going to
happen, expecting a knock on the door at any moment,
Julius Gilles coming to report the incident to his
parents, or the police coming to arrest him for
assault on Julius and his three children.  Nobody
arrived of course, but for Denis it had been a
sleepless night.
	The next day Goosey Gilles's new hair style was the
talk of students and staff at Lincoln Junior High
School, and those students who were not in his classes
purposefully walked past his classroom to see for
themselves that the stories were true.  Of course
students and staff at the Royal Glencoe Academy for
Boys were just as surprised at the identical
hairstyles of Anton and Francois, and of Coach Gilles
when he showed up at the school at the end of the day
for soccer practice.  The biggest shock of all was at
the Gladys Harper Private School for Girls when
Juliette Gilles showed up for school.  Word also
quickly got around among the students of the three
schools as to whose idea it had been, and Denis Boi
suddenly found himself the center of attention, a
position the boy had never been in before and which he
found both delightful and uncomfortable.
	Most uncomfortable of all though, was Goosey Gilles
as he suffered the embarrassment and humiliation of
his new hairstyle courtesy of his students, and of
knowing he was responsible for the identical haircuts
of three of his children.  Facing his soccer team and
seeing the shock and disbelief on their faces had been
awkward.  Already hated by the team for his inability
to match the skills of Bob Moser whom he'd replaced as
coach and for the streak of losses this year, the
snobbish and strait-laced boys made little effort to
hide their disgust and disapproval with his unorthodox
haircut.  Facing his students at Lincoln Junior High
had been even more difficult and embarrassing, and
typical junior high students, they did a poor job of
hiding their amusement.  It was particular humiliating
in that he knew that every student in the school knew
who the perpetrators were and that there was no way
that he would ever get the information out of them. 
More humiliating and difficult yet was being at a loss
to explain his new haircut to his colleagues and to
the administration of both schools.  He had lain awake
all night trying to think of an explanation, but how
does a forty-four-year-old teacher explain showing up
at school with his hair cut and dyed in a brilliant
red Maltese cross and his shaved scalp dyed jet black?
	And how does a man explain that to his wife, and why
three of her children are sporting the same haircut? 
Of course he knew Cory had to have been involved, the
boy having been there when he'd been attacked and
obviously had purposefully detained him with his
questions about soccer, but already facing
Antoinette's wrath for what had happened to Anton and
Francois, and especially Juliette, he was not about to
implicate her lover and the father of the child she
was carrying.  Besides, the two of them rarely spoke
to each other anymore and he would not be surprised
that divorce was imminent.  That truly saddened him as
despite everything that had happened these past eight
months, he did love her, and his children.
	Although he had no proof, considering his haircut was
a Maltese cross, Denis Bois had to be involved also
but he could think of nothing about the previous
afternoon that proved that.  As for the others, he had
suspects, but he could not make accusations on
suspicions alone, and when you came right down to it,
there wasn't a student that he knew that he could rule
out.
	Other than wearing a wig, which would be obvious and
would likely result in even further humiliation,
Julius concluded there was nothing he was going to be
able to do about his new appearance.  Every time he
looked in the mirror or caught a reflection of his
image he would be reminded of the latest and most
traumatic humiliation of his life.  It was going to
take a very long time for him to put the event behind
him, but for his students, everything was already back
to normal the next day.  When you are young, you live
for the moment and the past is history and boring and
the future too far away to worry about.  Denis Bois's
fifteen minutes of fame was over.  He was, in a way,
disappointed, having enjoyed the attention, but he was
also relieved, being uncomfortable with being in the
limelight, and just glad that he hadn't gotten into
trouble.
	"You doing anything tomorrow?"
	"Me?  No," Denis replied, looking at Cory in
surprise.  Nobody had ever asked him that before. 
Nobody had cared.
	"Wanna hang out tomorrow afternoon?"
	"Sure," Denis replied in disbelief.  Nobody had ever
asked him that either!
    	He barely slept a wink that night, and could
think of nothing else all the next morning.  Eating a
hurried lunch, he spent the first hour glancing out
the window every five minutes watching for Cory.  The
next hour he sat out on the front step looking up and
down the street.  Three o'clock and Cory hadn't
arrived.  Maybe he'd forgotten the address Denis had
given him.  Maybe he'd gotten ill.  Maybe he got hit
by a truck on his way over.  Maybe something more
important came up.  Probably anything would have been
more important.  He should have known.
	"Hey!"
	He'd been feeling so miserable for himself he hadn't
seen Cory bike up the street.  "Hey," he replied, his
face breaking out into a bright smile and his dimples
making a rare appearance.
	"You got a bike?"
	"Yeah."
	"Wanna go biking?"
	"Sure."
	They rode over to the Briarwood playground, and then
across to Riverside Westside Park and then to the
Seven-Eleven where Cory bought them both ice cream
cones.  Returning to Cory's they tossed some hoops,
and Cory invited him to stay for dinner, which was
fine with both of their parents.  After eating, they
went to Cory's bedroom and played video games.  Denis
had never had so much fun, and in fact didn't even
notice the time until he realized it had gotten dark
outside.  When Cory invited him to spend the night, he
couldn't believe it.  He'd never had a sleep over with
anyone in his life.  As he suspected, his parents
didn't care.  Nine-thirty Cory's mother arrived at the
door with a big bowl of popcorn and sodas.
	"Your dad and I are going to bed.  Now don't you boys
stay up all night," she said, her smile indicating she
really didn't expect them to take her advice.
	"We won't," Cory promised.  "Night."
	"Good night to both of you too," Mrs. Wilson replied
with a smile as the two boys dug into the bowl of
popcorn.
	"Your parents go to sleep awful early," Denis
observed as Cory's mother headed down the hall.
	"Oh, they ain't going to sleep," Cory said with a
grin.
	"They're not?" Denis asked in surprise.  "But-."  As
Cory leered and winked, it slowly dawned on him what
Cory meant and he turned a bright red. "Oh."
	"You wanna watch?"
	"Watch?"  Denis was even more bewildered.
	Pausing their video game, Cory switched the
television over to the hidden cams he'd installed in
his parent's bedroom.  Denis watched in wide-eyed
disbelief as he watched the two adults strip and then
begin to make out.  Cory's mother had great looking
breasts, large and amazingly firm for a woman of her
age.  Manipulating the remote control, Cory panned her
body and zoomed in on her pussy.  As his father leaned
in and began to nibble on it, Cory reached over for
more popcorn, and as his mother and father swung into
a sixty-nine position, he zoomed in on his mother
going down on his father's now stiff cock.  Denis sat
there staring in awe and disbelief as he
absentmindedly reached for the popcorn.  This was a
movie he'd remember for the rest of his life!
	Marian Wilson loved giving head, and she loved her
husband, and she was very skilled having years of
practice.  Holding his stiff cock out perpendicular
from his body with her thumb and first finger grasping
it at the base, she ran her tongue up along the
underside of the shaft and then up the funnel on the
underside of his knob.  Circling the sensitive rim of
his blood-engorged knob and causing the first droplet
of pre-cum to ooze out the slit, she seductively
flicked it up with the tip of her tongue.  Returning
to the tip, she ran her hot tongue around the knob
like it was an ice cream and then back down her
husband's shaft.
	He meanwhile licked her pussy, running his tongue up
and down her labia until they were swollen, and then
up and down the slit.  Each time he struck her clit
with the tip of his tongue she trembled with ecstasy
and arched her back.  Once again Cory zoomed in and
Denis sat there with his jaw dropped as he watched
Cory's father eagerly lapping up the cunt juices
flowing up out of her quivering crack.  He wondered
how Cory was feeling with the two of them watching
Cory's mother and father nibbling on each other's most
private organ.  He could not even imagine his mother
and father doing that to each other never mind him
watching them.  He wondered how Cory felt having him
watching.
	After bringing each other to the brink of orgasm
several times, Marian Wilson lay on her back and
raised her hips, and Matt Wilson took out a tube of KY
and lubed up his stiff cock and then her asshole. 
Denis's eyes practically popped out as he watched
Cory's dad slowly sink his long, thick cock up his
wife's asshole and then begin to slowly fuck her. 
Having gotten a boner on half an hour ago, he could
not stop it from leaking as he watched the two adults
humping there in the middle of the large bed.  Again
Cory zoomed in for a close up of his dad's long, thick
cock easing in and out of his mother's tight asshole,
his shaft glistening in the lamplight and streaked
with her shit and ass slime.  He continued up to her
quivering, dripping wet pussy, up over her stomach and
breasts, and to her face, her eyes closed and her lips
parted in obvious delight.  Switching over to his
father's face, his pleasure was obvious from the gleam
in his eyes and curl of his lips.  He continued down
his father's heaving chest and over his belly to his
root buried deep up his wife's asshole.
	Again they paused frequently to prolong their
pleasure, and again the two thirteen-year-old boys sat
there with their stiff dicks poking their jeans out
and dripping pre-cum big time.  Of course the two
adults could not hold off forever, and finally Matt
began to fuck his wife's ass with a ferocity of a man
half his age.  His wife clenched her teeth and her
eyes as her husband began to speed up, and then the
two of them grasped each other tightly as they gasped
and quivered with obviously their orgasm totally
unaware their son and his new friend were sitting down
the hall watching them live.
	"Holy!" Denis sighed as the couple in the screen
finally disengaged and laid back on the bed on their
backs, their chests rising and falling with exertion
and delight, their legs spread and their swollen
organs glistening.
	"Dad's an awesome fucker ain't he?"
	"Oh yeah."
	"Mom's pretty good at it too.  I learned a lot about
sucking and fucking from watching the two of them. 
They both really know how to enjoy it."
	"They sure do."
	"Looks like you enjoyed it too," Cory said with a
grin.  "It gave you a boner I see."
	Denis turned a bright red as he glanced down at the
bulge in his jeans and quickly looked away.  He could
not deny it.  He flicked a quick glance over at Cory's
crotch.  He obviously had been turned on also, much to
his relief.  "Looks like I'm not the only one," he
observed with a grin.
	"Wanna do something about it?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean since we both got boners, you want to do
something with them?"
	"Like what?"
	"Jack off?"
	Denis hesitated.  Jacking off was a secret.  That was
something guys weren't supposed to do.  Something guys
who were cool didn't do.
	"What's the matter?  Don't you like it?"
	"Oh, no, I like it.  That is, I mean, I like the way
it feels.  It feels, you know, good."  Denis's cheeks
could not be any redder.  The harder he tried to get
himself out, the deeper he was getting.
	"So, you wanna do it?"
	"Do you?"
	"You bet," Cory said, pushing down his jeans and
underwear and freeing his cock as if assuming Denis's
question had implied that he wanted to do it.
	Of course in actuality Cory knew that Denis wanted to
do it but was hesitant and ashamed to admit he did it,
and he didn't need any headband to tell him.  The look
in Denis's eyes was enough.  Besides he was getting
pretty good at understanding the peculiar attitudes
many have about sex.  He also knew that sometimes it
took direct action like he'd taken or some guys would
talk around the bush for hours and waste valuable
screwing around time.  He was spot on with Denis who
encouraged by Cory's actions shyly unzipped his jeans
and slowly eased them down to mid-thigh, followed even
more slowly and shyly by his underwear.  His early
teen cock sprang up, eager for attention, the knob wet
with pre-cum.
	"Nice looking cock," Cory said appreciatively, his
praise genuine but also knowing how self-conscious a
guy is revealing his boner for the first time.
	With Cory openly and unabashedly staring at his cock,
Denis dared a glace at Cory's.  His was smaller than
Cory's but not markedly so to be embarrassing.  Cory's
dick was the first dick he'd ever seen erect and he
found it surprising hot.  As Cory wrapped his fingers
about his stiff dick and began to slowly stroke it,
Denis awkwardly reached down and began to stroke his
own.  The shocks of pleasure that ripped through his
knob seemed sharper and more pleasurable doing it in
front of another guy and the other guy doing the same
thing.  He glanced over at Cory.  He'd never engaged
in anything so hot in all his life.  Cory Wilson was
jerking off, and he was the coolest guy in Lincoln
Junior High!  And they were doing it together, side by
side, on his bed.  It was just too much.
	"I ... I'm going to come."
	"Cut it off."
	Denis looked over at Cory in bewilderment.  What did
he mean by that?  He couldn't mean what he thought he
meant.  Was he some sort of psycho that got guys hard
and then pulled out a knife and sliced it off?  Cory
suddenly reached over and before Denis could react
Cory wrapped his thumb and first finger about Denis's
stiff, throbbing cock just below the knob and squeezed
tightly.  Seconds earlier Denis had felt the ache up
the core of his stiff cock that he knew was the signal
that he was going come, and as Cory's fingers slipped
about his cock he was sure he was going to squirt.  No
guy had ever touched his dick before!  For what seemed
like forever he teetered there on the brink of climax,
his body expecting and wanting him to squirt, but at
the same time sending messages to his brain that
things were not as urgent as he'd thought.  He inhaled
and exhaled deeply as he fought back the desire and to
his relief and surprise he felt the pressure that had
built up in his loins gradually subside and his desire
fade.  Cory finally released his hold.
	"That was awesome."  Cory, who had been staring at
his dick, looked up at him.  "The way you stopped it
like that," Denis explained.
	"Yeah, well, we don't want it to be over that fast,"
he said with a smile as he slipped his hand about his
stiff cock and began to stroke it again.
	Denis watched as Cory slowly pumped his fist up and
down, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his
mushroom-shaped cap and then slowly pushing it back up
over his knob.  He had his fingers wrapped about his
cock, the same fingers that had seconds ago been
wrapped around his.  The idea that Cory's fingers had
been around his cock and were now around his own he
found exceedingly hot and his stiff cock jerked in the
air with excitement.
	"Looks like your dick is getting impatient for you to
start stroking it," Cory said with a laugh, causing
Denis to laugh too.
	Slipping his fingers about his aching cock, he slowly
began to stroke it once more.  He enjoyed jerking off,
and after this night he was going to enjoy it even
more knowing that Cory Wilson also did it.  He was
also going to be recalling this night as he did it. 
He dared to glance over at Cory's crotch again, still
self-conscious about watching another guy doing it,
and then quickly darted a look up at Cory.  Cory was
concentrating on the pleasure throbbing between his
legs and was unabashedly watching Denis pumping his
fist up and down his cock so he didn't notice Denis's
quick glance.  The look of pleasure curling Cory's
lips and the lust in his green-blue eyes gave Denis a
good feeling.  It was not long before he felt the
pressure building up again, but this time he didn't
let it go so far before he tried Cory's trick, and to
his surprise and relief, the ache went away once more.
 As he looked up, he found Cory smiling at him. 
	"Where'd you learn how to stop it like this?"
	Cory nodded to the TV monitor.  He had not shut it
off and the cam recorders were still aimed at the bed.
 His mother and father were laying there naked and in
each other's arms as they gently kissed each other. 
He knew any moment now they'd be hot at it again. 
Rarely did they ever just do it once.  "Like I said, I
learned a lot from them."
	Denis thought for a moment.  "Why  . . .  well, it's
sort of a personal question  . . .  if you don't mind
me asking."
	"Go ahead."
	"Why'd your dad do your mom, you know, up her rear
end and not, well, you know?"
	"Just for a change I guess," Cory said with a shrug,
not really knowing.  "Sometimes they fuck, sometimes
they suck each other off, sometimes they jack each
other off instead, and sometimes Dad takes Mom up the
rear.  I guess tonight they felt like having a piece
of ass."  Actually, now that he thought about it, for
the past month or so he hadn't seen the two of them
actually fucking the normal way, which was unusual
compared to when he'd first begun watching them and
taping them.
	"I'd think that would hurt.  Your dad's got a huge
one."
	"Yeah, well, it's not like it's my mom's first time. 
And that KY jelly makes things slick."
	"KY jelly?"
	"That stuff Dad smeared on his cock and Mom's
asshole."
	"You really do know a lot of stuff," Denis said
admiringly.  Cory just smiled and shrugged.  "I wonder
what it would feel like, to have a guy's thing up your
butt," Denis mused as he glanced up at the TV monitor.
 Cory's mom and dad were really kissing and caressing
each other now.
	"Wanna find out?"
	 Denis looked at Cory in surprise.  He really hadn't
expected an answer to his question, and he certainly
had not expected that answer!  Opening the drawer to
his night stand, Cory took out his own tube of KY and
then piled up his pillows in the center of the bed. 
Pushing off his jeans and underwear which by then were
wrapped about his ankles, he began to unbutton his
shirt and told Denis to strip down also.  As Denis
pushed his jeans and underwear the rest of the way
down and pulled his feet out of them, his heart began
to speed up with excitement and anticipation, and with
fear and uncertainty.  Except for the one time the
beginning of that week when he'd fingered his asshole
and imagined what it would be like if Cory stuck his
dick up his ass, he had never seriously considered
doing anything with a guy before, and certainly not
getting his ass fucked by one.  Even back on Monday it
had just been a jerk off fantasy, not something he
really desired.  Still, he was curious and Cory was
willing, and he was feeling horny as hell.
	Having Denis lie on his back with his hips on the
pillows and then raise his legs, Cory squeezed out a
dollop of the KY and smeared it over Denis's anus.  It
felt weird and gooseflesh formed on Denis's arms and
legs.  As Cory knelt there greasing up his butthole,
Denis's mind struggled with whether he should go
through with this.  He wanted to try it, but it was
scarey, and it was queer.  Ever so slowly Cory
inserted his fingertip and worked the grease into
Denis's asshole.  Applying another dollop to the tip
of his finger, he slowly inserted it to the first
knuckle, greasing Denis's chute and preparing him to
be penetrated with something much thicker and longer. 
Applying a generous dollop to his knob, he smeared it
over his glans and down the shaft.
Denis was breathing deeply and his heart had risen
high in his chest with apprehension.  He wanted to
stop, but he had no idea how to get himself out of the
situation.  He was too shy and too polite to tell Cory
he didn't want to do it when Cory had been so good to
him, with the revenge thing with Gilles and now
chumming with him all afternoon and all evening.  As
Cory knelt behind him and grinned down at him and he
felt the tip of Cory's greased cock press against his
asshole he knew he wasn't going to be able to say no.
	"Push out, like you're taking a shit," Cory advised. 
Happiest when others told him what and how to do
things, Denis resigned himself to his fate and did as
Cory had said.  "Great, now keep on pushing," Cory
advised as he felt Denis's anus opening.  Inhaling
deeply, he slowly and carefully pushed forward,
wedging the tip of his stiff cock in Denis's lubed
hole.  He knew although his cock was slender and both
it and Denis's asshole were well lubricated, Denis
would be tight, this being his first time, and he
wanted Denis's first time to be as painless as he
could possibly make it.  He pushed his hips forward
ever so slowly, causing the head of his pecker to
gradually stretch open Denis's sphincter.  The two
boys inhaled deeply and holding their breaths they
continued, Denis pushing out and Cory pushing forward.
	To Denis at first it had felt just like when he'd
slipped the tip of his finger up his ass, but as Cory
continued to press forward, his sphincter began to
stretch far more than it ever had before and his doubt
returned.  The grease helped, as did the fact that
Cory's cock was slender.  It was not all that painful
really, but still, it did hurt some and the pain was
increasing so that Denis was about to tell Cory to
stop when his knob popped inside him.  Denis inhaled
sharply with the weird sensation and with the
knowledge that Cory had the head of his dick up his
ass.  That was so hot Denis could not believe it. 
Another boy had the knob of his dick up his asshole!
	Cory paused for a moment and then continued to push
forward, slowly sinking his cock up Denis's asshole
until his curly reddish-brown hairs were pressing
against Denis's smooth buttocks.  As he began to
slowly ease his dick back out, he delighted in how
good it felt to have his stiff, aching cock totally
surrounded by hot, moist flesh.  When he jerked off at
night he often thought of his past experiences and
tried to compare them, but he really did not know
which felt better, having his cock up a cunt or up an
asshole.  They both felt great, and they both felt a
lot the same.  As he slowly sank his cock back up
Denis's virgin chute, he looked down at the platinum
blond's pretty face.  Denis stared back up at him with
his intense, deep blue eyes filled with lust and with
pleasure.  With those eyes and his prominent cheek
bones Cory had to agree with the observation of others
that he was really attractive.  He'd probably make a
killing as a model for say Tommy Hilfiger or the Gap,
or better yet, Calvin Klein underwear.
	Slowly drawing his cock back out, Cory realized it
didn't matter if it was a cunt or an asshole that was
gripping his cock, nor even if the person he was
fucking was good looking.  What really made one fuck
stand out over other fucks was if the person he was
fucking was enjoying it, and if both he and the person
he was doing it with liked each other.  Having sex
with Goosey or his sons felt good, but having sex with
Dominic or Ben was way better because he liked them
and they liked him, and he and they enjoyed having sex
with each other.  For the same reason the sex he had
with Antoinette and with his mother was far better
than the sex the cops had with Molly and Trang or the
sex his classmates had with Molly over at Callie
Dean's.
	Denis felt a warm sense of satisfaction and
self-assurance pass over him as Cory smiled down at
him and inadvertently pinged him with his emotions,
strengthening and enriching the content and pleasure
Denis was already feeling.  Lying there on his back
and engaging in the most intimate act two boys can
engage in and seeing the look of lust and pleasure in
Cory's eyes, Denis Bois had never felt more satisfied
nor self-assured in his entire life.  It was more than
the physical pleasure, though the burning, pulsating
pleasure throbbing out from his asshole and the
pleasure throbbing through his swollen cock were more
delightful than anything he'd ever felt before.  What
made it more delightful was that he was engaging in
that pleasure with someone else.  Starved for love and
companionship all his life, he was engaged in the
greatest expression of love that there was.  He, Denis
Bois, was engaged in a sexual act with another person.
 Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever
really have a buddy who was that close that they'd
mess around together!
	The two boys worked as one, Denis instinctively
clenching his sphincter closed as Cory drew back and
relaxing it as Cory drove his cock back up his rectum.
 Their breathing became more labored as Cory began to
pump his hips to and fro more rapidly and their hot
young blood pulsated through their swollen organs as
sweat began to bead on their foreheads and their
armpits became damp as they sucked in the sex-laden
air.  It was a magic moment for both of them.  Cory's
cock was itching to shoot off a load and knowing he'd
taken Denis's prune made it all the hotter.  There was
nothing more enjoyable than introducing another boy to
the delight of sex with another guy.  Denis could not
deny that it was enjoyable.  His anus burned with a
pleasure he'd never felt before and as he felt Cory's
slender cock pulsating deep up his rectum that he was
bringing Cory pleasure felt good.  His own cock was
throbbing with the same pleasure and desire without
being touched, and as Cory's knob brushed against his
prostate it sent shocks of pleasure through his groin,
causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably.
	When Cory suddenly stopped, Denis thought at first he
was going to quit before he came, and then he wondered
if perhaps Cory had already come up his ass.  Both he
found disappointing in that he wanted to go all the
way, and because if Cory had come he'd missed it.  As
Cory knelt there panting loudly, his chest rising and
falling like he'd been running, Denis realized that
this was another trick of Cory's to delay that
ultimate peak and to prolong their pleasure.  He
smiled with delight with the realization he'd be
experiencing this pleasure all over again.  Lying
there on his back with his legs in the air and Cory's
cock shoved up his rectum, Denis closed his eyes and
tried to will away the urge to shoot.  Ever so
gradually his breathing returned to normal and the
urge faded.
	Recovered, the two boys began anew, relishing once
again the pleasure throbbing between their legs and
the thrill of feeling the pressure once more building
up deep in their loins.  The two thirteen-year-old
boys grunted and groaned with unabashed pleasure as
once more their cocks began to throb with the hot
blood pulsating through them and the knobs ached with
that sweet burning sensation.  Their young nuts began
to swell and draw up tight under their stiff dicks
again.  This time as the pressure reached that
critical point Cory did not stop and with each plunge
of his cock the two naked, perspiring boys trembled
with delight and anticipation.
	Finally feeling the twang deep in their groins that
they had come to recognize and desire, the two randy,
thirteen-year-old boys inhaled deeply as their young
finely-haired nuts constricted and they felt their hot
young cum racing up the core of their now numb cocks. 
Cory sighed with that ultimate pleasure as he thrust
his hips forward one last time, driving his aching
cock as far up Denis's hot, moist rectum as he could. 
His cum spurted out with the force only a
thirteen-year-old boy can have, spurting deep up
Denis's rectum.  Shocks of pleasure shot through his
blood-engorged glans as spurt after spurt of cum shot
out of the tip of cock as if it was never going to
stop.
	At the same time Cory began spurting, Denis began to
squirt, his thin, hot cum squirting out of his numb,
swollen cock with more force than he'd ever
experienced before.  Rope after rope of his thin juice
spurted out of his jerking cock and laced his chest. 
He had never come so rapidly nor so copiously in his
life.  He trembled and gasped with the ecstasy of his
orgasm, openly and unabashed as sex between boys is
and should be.  The shy, innocent boy was so glad that
he had not stopped Cory as he'd wanted to when Cory
had begun to penetrate his virgin hole.  This was the
hottest and most delightful experience he'd ever had. 
Lust, love and pleasure filled the young mind that up
until that night had been dwelling more and more
frequently on revenge and anger, pushing aside those
negative thoughts, at least for the moment.
	Their smooth, downy cheeks flushed with arousal and
their breathing ragged, the two handsome young boys
gazed into each other's eyes, one a bright
bluish-green and the other and intense blue, and a
smile slowly curled their moist, ruby lips.  This was
a night both would relish and treasure for the rest of
their lives.

******
Thanks to Denis for suggesting the character Denis
Bois and the revenge plot in this chapter.  So what
does the future hold for the Gilles family, Vice
Principal Stewart Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop
and his family, Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father
Henry, Calvin Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS
gang, the 14 RGAB soccer players and their families,
the cops Erica O'Malley and Michaela Polanski, and
Anton's RGAB classmates; for player characters created
by readers, Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean,
Ben Hanson, Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles, Callie Dean,
and now Denis Bois; and for the supporting cast of
Jonah Winthrop, Lane and Spence Spudder, Nicole
Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Nat and
Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa and
Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy, Ramon Carlos,
the nerds of Lincoln Junior High (Fats Fortillini,
Peter Manchester, Dwayne Hainsworth, Jerome
Eisenstein, Wilbur Thornton and Dylan Ingles),
Ravindra Shankar, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep,
Dobe, and the star of this series, Cory Wilson?  And
will we ever know who created Cory's
great-grandfather's mysterious headband and what its
purpose is?  Watch for the upcoming concluding
chapters of this series.

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