Message-ID: <55555asstr$1176019803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <38931.79967.qm@web51108.mail.re2.yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2007 21:47:06 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part Fifty-six" (nc, mc, t/t) Lines: 1259 Date: Sun, 08 Apr 2007 04:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55555> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Sagittaria, emigabe 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. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! 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