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TEACHER - PART FIFTY-NINE

   By Daemon Way

   daemonway@yahoo.ca

   "That was wicked," Billy observed.  "We're going to make a lot of money
on that film.  Great acting guys."

   "Well, it's not hard with the right motivation," observed Sangha as he
glanced over at Annette with a leer.

   "Actually, with the right motivation it is hard," commented Chakroth
with a grin and the boys laughed.

   "While you're getting dressed, let me tell you about some sequels I have
in mind," Billy said.  He of course had good reasons for another film.  For
one, he knew his porn business and always had an eye out for profit, and he
knew there would be a high demand for another film with the two brothers
and Annette.  For another, he had to keep the two brothers fucking his
young wife until she got knocked up.  "You did a good job too, honey pie,"
he said looking over at Annette.  "Why don't you go lie down for a bit
while Aunt Rosa and Uncle Rafael have the kids?  You've earned a rest."
Annette smiled at her husband.  He was always so kind and considerate,
always thinking about her.  She was lucky to have such a wonderful husband.

   Cory smiled as he picked up her thoughts.  He had no small part in
developing that attitude and he was glad she was happy with her new life,
and that he'd been successful in making the change.

   "And great work on the sets, and the cameras guys," Billy continued,
looking at Peter Manchester and Dwayne Hainsworth.  "Trang, why don't you
show the boys our appreciation and help them with those boners?"

   The two horny grade nine nerds blushed.  They did still have boners,
which jerked excitedly as Trang approached them.  Although Billy had made
it sound like a suggestion, she knew she really had no choice.  She flashed
Chakroth an embarrassed glance and quickly looked away, her cheeks burning.
The look on his face clearly reflected his opinion that she was a slut and
that was exactly how she felt.

   "And that was really realistic acting," Billy said, glancing over at
Julius, knowing full well that it was not all an act.  "It was good of you
to take the time to make the video this morning when I know you have guests
waiting for you, and I'm sure you're anxious to see Lad."

   Julius held his tongue, for his daughter's sake, and because he knew if
he spoke he'd just make things worse for himself.  It was difficult keeping
his mouth shut.  That was not his nature.  He would never get used to
taking orders from his son-in-law, and certainly not making films for him,
but like Trang, he knew he had no choice.  He had taken the time because he
had no other option.  As for his two guests, they could wait.  Their
arrival had been totally unexpected and he had no idea why they'd come, but
Billy's mention of them made him wonder if he had something to do with
them. And as for Billy's sly reference regarding Lad, that was nothing more
than a reminder that Billy knew of that particular perversion of his and a
veiled threat that he'd better do as he was told or others would find out
about it.

   Cory smiled as he picked up Julius's thoughts.  His former teacher's
mind was really fucked up, and before this weekend was over it was going to
be even more so.  Cory had no intention of making things easy for the man
yet.  He totally deserved his punishment the way he'd treated his students
at Lincoln Junior High, and his punishment had to be severe if he was going
to be taught anything at all.

   "So heads or tails?" Dwayne asked, looking at Peter.

   "Heads."

   "That's fine with me.  I feel like a piece of ass myself." Trang felt
like saying that was because he was a piece of ass, but she kept her mouth
shut.  Like Julius, she had learned that any resistance would only get her
into further trouble.  "You guys wanna join us?" Dwayne asked, looking over
at Cory and his friends.

   "Thanks, but I think I'll swing by the kennels," Cory replied.

   "Yeah, me too," said Terry.  That was the reason he'd brought Lad along
with them after all.  Besides, Trang had developed the same reputation for
making out as Betty Baggers, which made her popular but not all that
desirable.  That served her right after years of flaunting her body and
teasing all the guys at school, letting them think they had a chance when
she had no intention of putting out at all.  Now she put out to almost
everybody, or so it seemed.

   "What about you?" Cory asked, looking at Anthony.  "You wanna come with
us or stay here?"

   Anthony was of the same opinion as Terry regarding Trang, and though he
was feeling randy, getting it off with her no longer had the appeal it once
had.  As for going to the kennels, he knew what would happen the moment Lad
saw Julius, not to mention the other dogs, and he'd gotten in the way of
horny dogs before.  That had been an interesting experience, and getting
screwed had felt great actually, but it had also been embarrassing and
demeaning, especially with others watching, and he had no desire for that
to happen again.  "I think I'll go see if I can find something to snack
on," he replied.  "Biking over here has given me an appetite." That was
true.  Next to being constantly horny, the fifteen-year-old was constantly
hungry.

   "Check out the French Courtyard.  Antoinette made enough pastries and
stuff for her fundraising meeting to feed an army, as usual," Cory advised.
"Go help yourself.  And if you'd like some live entertainment, check out
channel eight on the House Network," he added with a wink.

   Wishing they'd all leave but unable to delay any longer, Trang dropped
to her knees before Peter Manchester and reluctantly reached for his cock
as Dwayne stepped behind her.  She could not believe it.  She, along with
her friends Molly Vickers and Ashley Rowan, had at one time been one of the
most envied and desired girls at Lincoln Junior High, which for the shy and
timid young girl had been a major delight and source of pride.  Now boys
snickered when she walked by and girls whispered about her behind her back.
And now she was about to have sex with two of the biggest losers in the
school, probably in all of Riverside, Peter the Geek and Dwayne the Dweeb.
Peter knew absolutely nothing worthwhile and at fifteen still played
pretend in a word of medieval knights and dragons, and Dwayne was so
totally boring that he wasn't known for anything at all except being a dick
with eyebrows.  Meanwhile one of the handsomest and sexiest boys in
Riverside, a boy that she'd daydreamed about marrying and making
passionate, romantic love with for the past year and a half was glancing at
her out of the corner of his eye with disgust and contempt, convinced even
more that she was nothing more than a wanton whore.

   Opening her mouth, she reluctantly went down on Peter's filthy cock. 
Despite the number of times she'd sucked dick over the past year, she still
could not stand its foul smell and taste, and she'd likely never get use to
it.  As she reluctantly began to suck on the stiff, throbbing organ, she
felt Dwayne's hard cock pressing against her anus.  Having a boy sticking
his thing up there was even more disgusting and demeaning than sucking it,
but she knew she had no choice and she opened up to him.  Better that than
suffer the pain of having him force his dick in, which he'd do anyway,
being totally clumsy and having no clue how to treat a girl.

   Feeling her cunt readily parting for him just reaffirmed Dwayne's
opinion that she was a horny slut who'd always had the hots for cock and
had just needed a bit of convincing, which Cory had somehow managed to do.
That she was a slut he didn't mind one bit.  He was getting his nuts off,
and he was getting them off with what had once been one of the most sought
after girls in Lincoln Junior High, that was all that mattered.  And even
if she was a slut, she was a good-looking slut, and fucking her ass felt
damn good.  She was like those serving wenches in medieval days.

   Peter felt much the same way about getting his cock sucked.  A year ago
he'd been sure he was going to be a virgin throughout his school life,
maybe even longer.  He wasn't very good at talking to girls, and actually
he found what they did like to talk about boring, not that he had much
opportunity to have a conversation with them.  When he had managed to do
that much, he had been in seventh heaven for the rest of the day.  As far
as making out with a girl, he had given up hopes of that way back in grade
seven when he'd first become interested in girls.  He was tall, skinny, and
had big ears and thick bushy eyebrows, not the type of guy girls went for,
and especially not girls like Trang Ng.

   The day he along with a gang of others who were much like him, losers
and virgins, had been invited by Cory Wilson to an honest to goodness real
whore house where they'd lost their virginity to two of the hottest girls
in Lincoln Junior High, Molly Vickers and Trang Ng, was a day that he would
remember for the rest of his life, and a day he'd spent many hours
recalling in his many jacking off sessions.  His entire world had changed
from that point, all thanks to Cory Wilson.  Oh, he still wasn't getting
anywhere with girls at Lincoln Junior High, and likely wouldn't when he
moved on along with his classmates to grade ten in William Cleaver Senior
High School in the fall, but that didn't matter.  Shortly after that day at
Callie Dean's, Cory and Billy Dean had asked his advice on a movie they
were making, a porn movie set in medieval times, and they'd been so
impressed with him that they'd hired him as a consultant for another, and
finding he enjoyed designing sets and costumes, they'd hired him on to do
several other videos.  They had actually paid him, and even better, they'd
given him, and Dwayne, who did most of the filming, access to the women
they had acting in the movies to do whatever they wanted with.

   Grasping Trang's shoulders for balance, Peter threw his head back and
sighed with the pleasure pulsating through his cock, and the pleasure of
being watched getting it off.  He wasn't an exhibitionist, but it felt good
having handsome studs like Chakroth Chouan and popular guys like Cory
Wilson seeing him engage in sex with a girl.  Maybe he wasn't doing it all
the time like they did, but he was doing it, and he had Cory Wilson to
thank for that.  He smiled as he felt Trang suck deeply on his stiff cock
and he quivered as the suction drew out the air up the core of his aching
dick.  Dwayne had meanwhile grasped Trang's hips and was pounding her ass
good, thrusting his aching, stiff cock in and out of her hot, tight
asshole. He preferred her ass actually, knowing far more boys screwed her
cunt, and besides, he knew that she found getting it up her backside
demeaning.  After all the mean things she'd said about him over the years
and all the times she'd embarrassed him, he didn't feel the slightest guilt
in making her feel bad.  In fact it made screwing her all the hotter.

   As he left with the others, Cory smiled as he glanced back at the
threesome getting it on in the middle of the studio.  He did not have to
use his headband to feel Trang's disgust and humiliation.  As Dwayne was
thinking, it served her right the way she'd treated others.  She wasn't so
arrogant and smug now, and she'd long ago stopped teasing the boys at
Lincoln Junior High, even Ben Hanson, who she'd been particularly mean to
and who was now one of the more regular boys between her legs though he was
beginning to tire of her, as were many of the other junior high boys.  That
was all right too, as he and Billy had other plans for Trang.  By the time
they were done with her she'd have learned her lesson well.  As for Peter
and Dwayne, he didn't need any headband to know how they were feeling and
what they were thinking either.  Their delight was evident from their hot,
stiff cocks and the grins on their faces, and from the way they were openly
grunting like two stallions in rut.  They deserved it too, and he was glad
he'd been able to help them.

   Cutting through the rose garden on their way to the kennels, Terry and
Cory spotted one of the women who'd been at Antoinette's fundraising
meeting sitting on one of the benches and admiring the flowers.  In keeping
with the wishes of the Gilleses, she was stark naked.  Cory headed over in
her direction, and of course Terry followed.  Seeing the two boys
approaching, the woman, who looked like she had to be in her eighties,
glanced around, evidently looking for somewhere she could go to block their
view, and finding no place, demurely dropped one hand to her lap and
wrapped the other arm about her upper torso to cover her nipples.

   "That would make a beautiful picture," observed Terry.

   "Yes, the roses are lovely."

   "I meant you, sitting here amongst them," Terry said, forming a square
with the thumbs and index fingers of his two hands and looking through it
at her with the roses in the background.

   The woman blushed and smiled, needless to say pleased with his
complement, and gave a surprised and embarrassed chuckle.  "Now that was a
very nice thing to say.  Thank you." She was about to say that his mother
evidently had taught him good manners, but that didn't seem the thing for a
naked woman to say to a young naked boy.  She tried not to notice his
dangling organ, but he was making no effort to hide it, and with him
standing there directly before her and her sitting, it was difficult not to
notice it.  She was no authority on boys, but it looked impressively large.

   "I meant it.  If you're not a model, you should be."

   "Oh go on with you," she gushed, raising her right hand to shoo him away
and realizing that in doing so she'd just exposed her breasts to him.  She
awkwardly left her hand in midair, not knowing what else to do.  "Flattery
isn't going to get you any of my money, young man."

   "Just your company would be payment enough," Terry replied.  "In fact
I'd have to give you change."

   "Why don't I leave you two to get acquainted," Cory said.  "I'll see you
later." He quickly headed out of the garden before either could object, but
circled back out of sight behind the rose hedge that marked the perimeter
of the gardens.  He knew Terry well enough to know he wouldn't need help
from his headband, but he'd circled back to be sure, and of course to watch
for a bit.

   "My name is Terry," Terry said, introducing himself and extending his
hand.

   "I'm Margaret.  Margaret Marshall," the woman replied, taking his hand.

   "Pleased to meet you.  Do you mind if I sit down?"

   "No, of course not," she replied, moving over.  "Are you one of Mr. 
Gilles's students?"

   "Me?  Oh no," Terry replied, sitting as close to her as he could without
their bodies actually touching.  "Well, not now.  I was when he taught at
Lincoln Junior High."

   "I didn't think you were.  You don't seem the type who'd be in his
private school.  You're much too polite and cultured."

   "If you're after my money, I'm afraid I don't have much, but you're
welcome to it," Terry said with a grin and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

   "Well, thank you for the offer, but I have all the money I will ever
need," she said with a smile.

   "Ah, so it's my body you're after," Terry observed.  "Well, complements
will get you it too."

   "Pah, now you're being a tease," she said, raising a hand and pushing
his shoulder automatically and forgetting for the moment they were both
naked.

   "Not at all," he said, looking her directly in the eyes, and as she
looked into his, the bright, sharp eyes of youth, she could tell he was
being truthful.  That took her aback and she wasn't sure what to say.  "You
were looking sort of, well, sad when we came by."

   "Oh no, not sad, not really.  I was just, well, thinking about a
problem."

   "Yeah?  What is it?"

   "Nothing you'd be able to help me with I'm afraid."

   "Give me a try."

   "Well, there are these young boys over in Rancho Santa Ana, cub scouts,
and they've had to close down since there's only five of them.  I've tried
to get other parents to enrol their boys but they just don't seem
interested, and unfortunately there's not that many families with boys that
age to draw from."

   "They're too busy getting rich to find time to have kids, or to find
time for those they do have," Terry said, having heard Cory and Dominic
talking about that very topic several months ago.  Dominic's boyfriend's
mother had been trying to do something about it or Tsomething, some dumb
thing like making the cub scouts coed or some shit.

   "Sadly, that's very true."

   "So why do you care?  You live in Rancho Santa Ana or something?"

   "Oh no, I live in Cypress Grove," she replied, which explained her
comment about money.  Cypress Grove was the richest community in Riverside,
old money and old families.  "I just think that all boys need some sort of
activity to keep them occupied or they'll turn to drugs and things they
shouldn't be doing.  The devil finds work for idle hands you know. 
Besides, boys that age need a man to give them guidance and act as a role
model, especially with their fathers not involved in their lives, being too
busy making money and moving up the social ladder as you said.  Anyway, I
know that scouting can provide them that male role model." She sighed.  "I
even tried to get them to form a coed group, but the mothers weren't
interested in having their girls join, and several of the boys said they
wouldn't stay in the scouts if we combined them with girls.  That was a
shame.  I even had Father Henry willing to commit the Catholic church to
support the combined group financially." She sighed again.

   "I came over here to see the Gilleses today hoping that maybe they could
exert some influence, Antoinette having become quite the socialite and
involved in some of the same clubs as the mothers from Rancho Santa Ana, or
clubs they'd like to join, and Julius I've heard having a soft spot for
helping young people.  Unfortunately Julius was unexpectedly called away
before I could talk to him, and though I offered Antoinette a healthy
donation for her cause in return for helping me, she couldn't give me any
assurances, and I can understand why.  It was a long shot."

   "I know a group that would be interested in giving guidance to young
boys, and would be happy to spend time with them."

   "You do?" she said in surprise, her hopes perking up.

   "Sure.  And they'd be a perfect match for the Catholic Church.  In fact
I bet some priests are members.  I know a lot of priests are really into
boys.  Have you ever heard of NAMBLA?" Mrs Marshall shook her head.  "Well,
I know somebody you could contact." Actually he knew several people, Rafael
Carlos for one.  "But let's talk about that later.  I can't concentrate. 
Something's distracting me.  Two things actually." Terry reached over with
both his hands and cupping a sagging breast in each one, he gave them a
squeeze.  "You got nice breasts."

   "Now I know you're after my money."

   "They got character." Terry ran his fingertips over her nipples, causing
them to begin to swell.  "I guess Mister Marshall tells you that all the
time."

   "There is no Mister Marshall.  I've been a widow for fifteen years."

   "Your boyfriend then."

   "I don't have a boyfriend," she said with a smile.  The ideas of young
people today!

   "No guy's touched your tits for fifteen years?"

   "That's correct." She knew she should be outraged a boy of his age
engaging in such a conversation, or at least offended by his language, but
his openness and his vocabulary were typical of boys his age, and she had
to admit she was finding it titillating, and heaven's knows she didn't have
many titillating moments at her age.  Of course she knew she should stop
him, but it felt so good having someone hold her breasts after all this
time.

   "Then we gotta do something about that!"

   As Terry bent over and began to kiss her breasts, he brushed her left
hand away and slipped his hand in its place.  Her curly hairs were coarse
and the lips of her pussy thin, but as he slowly caressed them they quickly
began to swell and grow warm.  Now she definitely had to stop him, but it
had been so long since anyone had kissed her breasts or touched her down
there and it felt so good, and besides, he had initiated the action.  She
inhaled sharply as Terry pressed his finger more firmly against her slit
and slipped his mouth over the nipple of her left breast and sucked on it.
Thrills she thought she'd never feel again shot through her breast and up
her vagina.  She'd let him continue, just for a few moments longer.  The
boy had to be desperate to be fondling an old woman like her and the least
she could do was give him a little pleasure.

   Cory smiled as he watched.  Terry was smooth and in just a few minutes
he'd had the woman totally hooked, and as Cory had suspected, Terry hadn't
needed the assistance of his headband.  His buddy had learned his macho
charms well from his ol'man, though he knew Terry's father would have been
greatly disturbed to know his son was using those charms on a woman old
enough to be his grandmother and would have done everything he could to put
an end to Terry's fetish.  Cory of course saw nothing wrong with Terry's
preference in partners.  In fact he had seen the woman heading to the rose
gardens after Antoinette's meeting and had cut through the rose gardens on
purpose, knowing that Terry would not be able to resist once he saw her. 
He hadn't known who the woman was, it not really mattering, and now that he
knew that this was the chairperson of the Women for Faith and Family that
he'd heard about from Dominic, he was delighted with their chance meeting,
and with the result.  Terry's suggestion of turning to the NAMBLA for help
was an excellent idea, and if he had to, he'd make use of his headband to
make sure it happened.

   At the moment NAMBLA was the last thing on Terry's mind as he slipped
his finger into the old woman's cunt and began to finger fuck her.  She
might be old and wrinkled with a turkey wattle and thin, boney arms and
legs, but she wasn't dried up, and her pussy quickly began to respond, the
lips becoming hard and hot as they filled with blood, and her inner lips
becoming moist as he worked his finger in and out of her slit.  Taking her
right hand in his other hand, he guided it over to his crotch.  She didn't
need any further prompting as she gently caressed his dangling balls and
fondled his limp cock.  As the years had progressed, her husband could not
get it up anymore, but he still liked having his things played with, and
she had missed that over the past fifteen years.

   Terry of course didn't have any difficulty getting an erection.  There
were many reasons he liked making love to older women, and especially women
her age.  Once he broke past the foolish age taboo barriers set up by
society, which usually was not that difficult in that senior citizens were
often just as horny and desperate to get it on with someone as teenage boys
entering puberty were, and past the shock of having someone his age
initiate the foreplay, women his grandmother's age were just as eager to
fool around as he was.  He'd found that at their age they'd had plenty of
experience and were usually very skilful at pleasing a guy, unlike teenage
girls, and they didn't have the hangups of teenage girls, like doing it in
the dark so a guy couldn't see their bodies, or about touching a guy's
privates.  On top of that, he found widows were especially grateful to get
the attention, and didn't have any regrets after they were done.

   Margaret Marshall certainly wasn't having any regrets at that moment as
she felt the boy's penis quickly responding to her caresses.  She had
forgotten just how quickly the young get aroused, and as she squeezed his
stiff cock she was amazed at how fast he'd gotten erect, and how hard his
young cock was.  The two of them lay down on the grass, she on her back and
Terry between her legs and on his elbows and knees.  As she felt his stiff
cock probing for her entrance, she wiggled into position, one of those
little things that Terry appreciated about older women.  She relaxed her
cunt muscles as she felt his knob spreading open her cunt lips, and as she
felt his young cock entering her pussy, she inhaled sharply with the
pleasure, a pleasure she'd thought she'd never feel again.

   As Terry slowly sank his cock up her cunt, he delighted in her eagerness
to accept him, and in the heat and moistness of her pussy.  After going
without for fifteen years, it was almost like fucking a virgin.  With a
sigh of pleasure, he drew his hips back, easing his throbbing cock back out
of her cunt, and then slowly sank it back in, causing her to tremble and to
wrap her thin, boney legs about his waist.  He worked slowly, wanting the
pleasure to last and wanting to bring her to an orgasm before he shot off
his load.  That was another great thing about fucking women her age-he
didn't have to worry about knocking them up.

   His good deed for his buddy done, Cory slipped away and headed back to
the house to check on his other buddy, and on Julius.  Heading straight to
his room, he flipped on the television and switched it over to the in-house
network, channel eight, just in time to see Julius's two guests being
admitted into his study by their Arab-American butler Gamal.

   "So, you wanted to meet with me," Julius began as he looked up from
behind his desk.  It was a large desk of highly polished mahogany, much
larger and much more expensive than what either of the two men had.  The
study itself was lavish, as was every room in the house.  The floor to
ceiling bookcase and the mini bar were also of highly polished mahogany. 
The chairs were of Italian leather, Julius's being impressively large and
ergonomic.  He had not bothered to stand when the two men entered, which
both men noticed with ill-concealed annoyance.  That was an added insult on
top of having made them wait for almost an hour.

   The two men glanced at each other as they sat.  It was evident from the
looks they gave each other that neither wanted to be there at the
Wilson-Dean Estate.  Stewart Millburne, the Vice-principal of Lincoln
Junior High, slowly rubbed his right jawbone from his ear to the angle of
his jaw with his index finger, a nervous habit Julius was well aware of. 
At that moment he should have been with the rest of the junior highschool
teachers at their professional meeting and he was feeling guilty skipping
out, and for taking his son out of school to accompany him.  Calvin Cosher,
the chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys Board of Trustees,
tented the tips of his fingers, another nervous habit that Julius had seen
many times before.  He did not want to be there, and like Stewart, he too
was feeling guilty having taken his son out of school that morning to come
with him.  The two men had of course discussed what they would say and had
debated if they should come right out and state the truth, that they were
there against their will because they were being blackmailed.  They'd even
considered telling Julius that the blackmailer was his son-in-law.

   There were several problems with that.  First, neither man wanted to
admit he was giving in to blackmail.  Stewart certainly didn't want to
bring up the matter of the video that somehow someone had taken of him and
Julius Gilles sixty-nining in Stewart's office a year and a half ago and
that somehow had ended up in Billy Dean's hands, and that Billy had
threatened would end up in Stewart's wife's hands if he didn't do as Billy
told him, not in front of Calvin Cosher.  Similarly, Calvin, whose daughter
Stacy had at one time been dating Julian Gilles in spite of her father's
objections, certainly didn't want to reveal to either man that he'd been
told by Billy that if he didn't do as he was told the bribes he'd been
taking from rich and influential parents to see that their sons got into
the Academy and stayed there despite some poor grades, would be revealed to
the other trustees.

   Billy had been very convincing in his own right, as he could be, but
Cory had accompanied him and through his headband had augmented the
feelings of guilt over their deeds and their fear of this black man they
quickly and correctly identified as a slime ball.  They of course had no
recourse other than to do as he told them, including bringing their young
sons along with them, despite their arguments to the contrary and despite
the fact Billy gave them no reason why he wanted them to bring their sons.

   Speaking of which, just as Cory had purposefully lead Terry to the Rose
Garden, he'd purposefully sent Anthony to the French Courtyard, so called
because it featured the geometric designs typical of French landscaping,
and because it was off the salon, which featured Louis XIV furniture and
the art and tapestries from that century.  Cory's purpose in sending
Anthony there was not just to satisfy Anthony's craving for food, but also
because he'd instructed Gamal to send the sons of Julius's two guests there
to feast on the goodies Antoinette had baked for her meeting, and he knew
Anthony's appetite for young boys also.  At that very moment Anthony and
the two boys, eight-year-old Caitlin Cosher and nine-year-old Mark
Millburne, were sitting there in the salon with a heaping plate of pastries
before them and their eyes glued to the huge fifty-two inch monitor that
was otherwise hidden behind a de Boulogne painting.  As they all waited for
an answer to Julius's question, Cory verified that the boys were indeed
watching by switching over to channel four that carried the live feed from
the salon.

   "We have a proposal for you," Stewart began, rubbing his jaw more
vigorously, the two men having quickly decided against speaking truthfully
in that neither wanted the other to know the nature of the threat against
him, and besides, the threat having come from Julius's son-in-law, Julius
likely already knew why they were there.  The man was, in their opinion, as
much a slime ball as Billy Dean.  "As you know, Lincoln Junior High has on
occasion students who would be better suited for your school for, ah. . .
."

   "The Gilles Outreach School for Exceptional Youth," Julius said.  Cory
had proposed the name and it had a nice ring to it, and he liked to hear
it. Actually, with these two men he was tempted to use the phrase his
students used, the Gilles Outstanding Outreach School for Exceptional
Youth, which of course he took as a sign of their pride in their school,
which actually it was, as was their more frequent reference to the school
by its initials, GOOSEY's.

   Immediately following his unconventional and totally unacceptable new
hair style just over a year ago, thanks to Denis Bois, he'd been called
into the superintendent's office and given notice of the termination of his
contract at the end of the year as a public teacher due to "behaviour
considered unbefitting a public school teacher and the standards expected
of a teacher in Riverside Public Schools." At the same time his position as
coach at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys had been immediately terminated
for the same reason he'd lost his teaching job, and his three boys expelled
for their behaviour and dress, which was hardly a surprise, Francois and
Anton sporting the same Maltese Cross haircut their father had adopted, and
Julian looking and acting like he should be enrolled in their sister
school, the Gladys Harper Private School for Girls.  At the same time that
school expelled his daughter Juliette for having the same hairstyle as her
father and younger brothers, and his daughter Annette whose pregnancy could
no longer be hidden nor ignored.  Neither Millburne nor Cosher liking
Julius, they'd taken great delight in his dismissal, and the expulsion of
his children.

   After a month of despondency and self-loathing during which Julius
didn't care what depths of depravity he sank to, he had come up
with-actually Cory had come up with and planted in Julius's mind-the idea
of establishing a private school for pregnant teens, unwed mothers, drug
addicts, delinquents, eccentrics, and other misfits that were rejected by
other schools.  He of course enrolled own children in the school.  Much to
his surprise, and that of others, the school became a huge success
overnight, there being a need for just such an alternative school.

   "Yes," Stewart said uncomfortably.  He, like Calvin, was painfully aware
of the success of the school, and of Julius's growing reputation.  "Well,
I'm prepared to recommend your school to the parents of those students who
are in danger of being expelled.  I know it is not easy to entice such
students to continue their schooling, or convince their parents.  And, as
you know, I'm not of little influence with many of the other schools in our
district."

   Tht was all very true.

   "As for RGAB, such students are rare," Calvin observed, unable to resist
the opportunity for posturing, and the little dig against the public school
system and Julius's own children not going unnoticed by either Stewart or
Julius.  "What I have to offer is equipment.  I'm sure as a private school
your government funding is limited, and heaven's knows the parents of your
students are not usually known for their wealth.  RGAB on the other hand
has a solid and long-established fundraising campaign, and we are
constantly updating our computers and other equipment, which we'd be
willing to donate to your school."

   "That's most generous of both of you," Julius said suspiciously.  "And
in return, what are you expecting from me?"

   His two guests glanced at each other again and shuffled in their chairs
uncomfortably.  Before coming over to the Wilson-Dean Estate they had also
discussed that matter and how they would raise it, if in fact they had to.
There was no polite way to state what Billy had told them.  Besides, if
they were right about Julius having put him up to it, he already knew and
the bastard was just playing games with them.  Contrary to the suspicions
of his two guests, he had no idea why the two men were making such offers,
and when Billy had mentioned they were coming that morning, he'd wisely not
inquired why.  Actually, the blackmail idea had been Cory's, and Billy had
simply been a more appropriate and a willing messenger to deliver the
ultimatum to the two men.

   "I know you can be discrete when it comes to, well, alternative means of
sexual expression," Stewart said obliquely.

   "You want to have sex with me," Julius snorted in amusement and not a
little surprise.  "What do you want to have, another sixty-nine?"

   Calvin Cosher's eyebrows rose ever so slightly with the mention of
"another," just enough that Julius and Stewart both noticed.  "I was
thinking more along the lines of a piece of ass," Stewart said quickly.  He
hadn't been thinking that at all, but it was the first thing to come to his
mind to divert the conversation away from what they'd done previously, the
day that Julius Gilles had come to his office and had somehow seduced him.
At least that was the way he'd chosen to remember the one and only incident
between them, and his only homosexual experience.  He and Calvin had
discussed just what they might do to fulfill Billy's condition that they
have sex with Julius, and they'd come up with having the man give them
blowjobs, that being appropriately demeaning for him and at the same time
maintaining their own macho image, and yet fulfilling Billy's condition. 
Stewart hadn't considered that Julius would be such a fool as to mention
their previous liaison.

   Mark Millburne's eyes had popped wide open upon hearing his father use
the word ass, and he and Caitlin had exchanged glances and had giggled,
neither knowing of course what Stewart had meant.

   "And you?" Julius asked, looking at Calvin Cosher.

   "I was thinking more along the lines of having an oral experience
myself," he replied formally and stiffly, wondering why Stewart had
departed from what the two of them had agreed upon.

   Julius smiled at the two of them.  So, they were horny perverts just
like everyone else despite all their pompousness and airs.  Seeing their
embarrassment and discomfort was pleasant considering their smug contempt
and delight in his misfortunes a year ago.  He considered making them
squirm further but decided perhaps it best not to push it.  Besides, a
particularly perverse and amusing thought just popped into his head, no
doubt the result of living with his sleazy son-in-law these past ten
months, and with his wife's oversexed teenage lover.  "Fine.  Drop your
pants," he said as he stood up and began to undo his belt, having gotten
dressed himself for the meeting.  "I trust your word will be good enough
without the need for us to draw up a contract regarding fulfilment of your
side of the bargain."

   The two men glanced at each other and quickly nodded, delighted things
had gone as smoothly as they had and with such minimal embarrassment.  Of
course as they stood and undid their belts and pulled down their flies,
neither man knew his son was witnessing everything.  The two young boys had
totally forgotten the plate of pastries as they sat there in the salon
watching the three men push down and step out of their trousers, and then
push down and step out of their boxers.  Cory, having access to the
operation of all the video cams in the house from his room, zoomed in on
the dangling cocks and balls of the three men and in on the surprised and
amused faces of their two sons.

   "Okay, climb up on the desk and lie down on your back and raise your
legs," Julius said to Stewart as he removed the few items on the desk.

   Stewart looked at him blankly for a moment.  "Oh.  Ah, well, when I
said, what I was meaning was that you," Stewart stumbled.  It was awkward
and difficult explaining without being vulgar.

   "Well, when I agreed to our deal, this is what I meant," Julius said,
knowing full well what Steward had been thinking.  His confusion and
embarrassment was even more delightful than the anticipation of fucking the
man's ass.

   Stewart Millburne was at a loss for words, and he suspected even if he
hadn't been caught totally off guard there was going to be no way he was
going to change Julius Gilles's mind.  The man was a pervert, and as sleazy
as his son-in-law.  Knowing he really didn't have a choice, and deciding it
best to just do it and get it over with, the thirty-seven-year-old vice
principal climbed up onto the desk and lying on his back so his ass was at
the edge, raised his legs.

   "Com'on, raise them higher and spread them so we can have a good look at
your asshole," Julius said.  Turning a brilliant red with embarrassment and
anger, Stewart did so, and as he did Cory zoomed in on his hole and again
on the faces of the two preteen sons.  Their wide-eyed wonder and their
childish amusement as the camera zoomed in on Mark's father's asshole was
priceless.  Anthony was going to love the tape that was being made of this!
As it was, the horny fifteen-year-old didn't know whether to watch the
three men on the monitor, or the two boys sitting beside him.  He had no
idea how Cory had arranged this, but he knew his best buddy had to have
been behind it.  Mark and Caitlin stared with rapt attention as Julius took
out a tube of KY from the drawer of his desk, this not being the first time
he'd used the study for sex, and inserting the tip up Stewart's asshole he
squeezed out a generous dollop.

   "What is that stuff?" asked Caitlin innocently.

   "KY jelly."

   "Why's he squeezing Jello up Mark's dad's bum?"

   "That's jelly, not Jello," corrected Anthony with amusement.  "That's
your dad?" Mark nodded, his eyes glued to the monitor and his jaw dropping
as Julius smeared a large dollop of KY on his index finger and proceeded to
insert it up his father's butt.  "Then the other guy's. . . ."

   "My dad," confirmed Caitlin.

   It had been hot the two preteens watching the three men about to have
sex, but that it was their fathers made it all the hotter!  Leave it to
Cory to come up with something as perverted and as sexy as that!  He had to
be the luckiest guy in the world to have a best buddy like Cory Wilson. 
Cory zoomed in as Julius smeared the KY over his cock and fondled it and
the boys gaped as they watched his organ quickly become erect.  Anthony's
was quickly swelling also, and he wasn't even touching it.

   "Why's that stuff making his wiener swell up like that?" asked Caitlin
innocently.

   "It's not the KY.  It's fiddling around with it, and thinking what he's
going to be doing that's making it swell."

   "What's he going to be doing?" Mark asked just as innocently.

   "He's going to be sticking his wiener up your dad's asshole."

   "Ewww," the two boys said, wrinkling up their noses.

   "So how is he making it get big like that?" Caitlin asked.

   "By playing around with it like you're seeing.  Haven't you ever gotten
yours stiff playing with yourself?"

   "Un-un," Caitlin said.  "You're not supposed to play with yourself."

   "Who told you that nonsense?"

   "My dad."

   "That's what my dad said too."

   "Yeah, well, I guess your dads just didn't want you to have any fun."

   The two boys glanced at each other.  That was like their dads, not
letting them stay up late, or do some of the stuff their friends could do,
or have desert if they didn't eat their broccoli and stuff like that.

   "You must have fiddled with yourselves before," Anthony continued.  The
boys nodded in the affirmative as he knew they would.  All guys do that. 
"It must have felt good." The boys nodded again, as he knew they would. 
"Why don't you go ahead and fiddle with them now then?  Your dads are never
going to know, and besides, they're having dick fun themselves aren't
they?" The two boys glanced at each other and back at their fathers on the
monitor, both of them naked from the waist down which meant they must be
planning on doing something with their wieners.  "You can at least take
your pants down.  Everyone in the Gilles's house goes around naked." The
boys had noticed that.  They glanced at each other again.  Their fathers
had taken off their pants and underwear, and Anthony was starkers.  With
shy, sheepish grins, they reached for their buckles and began to unbuckle
their belts.

   Anthony's dick began to swell even faster.  The moment he'd stepped into
the French Courtyard and found the two boys helping themselves to pastries
he'd imagined them naked.  Anthony was constantly thinking about sex, and
was constantly horny.  For Anthony, watching young boys stripping and
messing around with them ranked right up there along with sons having sex
with their mothers.  As the two innocent young boys unsnapped the clasp of
their jeans and pulled down their flies, his interest was totally diverted
away from the screen, though both boys continued watching the monitor as
they pushed down their trousers and stepped out of them, and then pushed
down their tight white jockey shorts and stepped out of them.  Upon
Anthony's suggestion they strip starkers like him, they unbuttoned and
removed their shirts and pulled off their socks.  Their bodies were smooth
and darkly tanned with sharp tan lines leaving their perfectly flat stomach
and hairless pubes and compact little butts a delightful pink.  Their slim
bodies had the soft contours of childhood but the compactness and firmness
of young preadolescent boys who were physically active and he knew if he
asked them to show him their muscles, their slim arms would have cute
little golf ball-sized biceps.

   Speaking of cute, their little wieners were a delight, soft and whitish
pink and dangling over their small, hairless, walnut sized balls in their
loose sacks, Caitlin's having a long foreskin that extended well past the
tip and the knob of Mark's dick, which was just slightly longer and
thicker, cutely peaking out just the slightest bit from his loser ring of
skin which formed a high collar about the slight bulge of his glans.  Mark
was a handsome child with luscious, slightly-parted lips, beautiful white
teeth, thick, dark brown hair of moderate length with delightful, feathery
eyelashes and chocolate brown eyes.  Caitlin, a year younger, was slightly
shorter and lighter, and had beautiful, curly platinum blond hair that he
still wore in long curls over his ears and in thick curls over his
forehead. His eyebrows and eyelashes were almost white blond also, and his
eyes a delightful pale blue.

   While Anthony drooled over the two luscious and now naked cherubs beside
him, the two innocent boys continued to stare at the screen.  Julius was by
then hard, his long, thick cock glistening with KY.  Grasping his pecker by
the base and stepping up to the end of his desk, he positioned the tip
against Stewart's lubricated asshole and slowly pushed forward.  The two
young boys' eyes widened even further and their jaws dropped still lower as
Cory zoomed in and they watched Julius's cock slowly wedge open Stewart
Millburne's lubed pucker and the head pop inside.  Julius knew what he was
doing, and though Stewart's hole was tight and the man a novice, he
penetrated him with little difficulty given his experience and the slick
lubrication, having amply greased the two of them up upon having found out
from Stewart that this was his first time.  His first time!  He hadn't
believed that at first, but given the tightness of the man's pucker, and
his awkwardness, and that he even had to be told to push out with his
abdominal muscles to help them unite, the man had to be telling the truth.
That was the icing on the cake for Julius, and he had to pause the moment
he had his cock sunk up his former Vice-principal's ass or he'd be shooting
his load.

   "Okay, step up to the desk and give Stewart your cock to suck."

   Caitlin and Mark were so shocked by the vulgar word and by what their
two dads had been told to do that they didn't say a word or move an inch.
They were not going to miss this!  Calvin glanced at Julius in surprise,
and then at Stewart laying there on his back, his legs in the air, Julius's
cock rammed up his ass.  This was not what either of them had expected. 
Calvin was uncertain what to do.  He bore Stewart Millburne no ill will,
though he did consider himself several steps above the man, the man being a
school administrator and he the chairman of the board, and the man working
for the public school system.  He had said he wanted an oral experience,
and he hadn't specified with Julius.  Even though it wasn't Julius who was
blowing him, he was having sex with him in a sense in that he was having
sex with the person Julius was having sex with.  He could always use that
interpretation with Billy Dean if he had to if Billy questioned him.

   Raising his still limp cock, having found nothing arousing about having
sex with a fat, perverted slob with a black scalp and a red Maltese
haircut, nor anything arousing seeing a grown man sticking his most private
part up the filthy asshole of another, he stepped forward.  He wasn't doing
the sucking.  Let Stewart object if he wanted to.

   Stewart wanted to, but he knew there was little point.  Julius had
evidently planned this all ahead of time, the sleazy pervert.  And to think
that at one time long ago he'd actually admired and praised the man for his
stern control of his classes and his strict discipline.  The man was sick,
and manipulative.  As Calvin Cosher presented his limp, filthy dick to him,
he resolutely opened his lips and slipped them over the man's cock.  The
bastard hadn't even objected nor apologized or anything.  The arrogant
prick had simply stepped up and presented his filthy cock to him.  Well,
that didn't surprise him.  He was well aware of the smug arrogance of the
man and his opinion of him.  He wondered what secret Billy Dean had about
him that he'd used to blackmail him into doing this.  Maybe he hadn't been
blackmailed at all.  Perhaps the son-of-a-bitch was a perverted faggot just
like Julius Gilles.  Perhaps this had all been a ruse to get him there. 
From the way the little blue-eyed faggot had so readily stepped up to him,
and the way he'd phrased his initial comment, that he wanted to have an
oral experience, it all made sense now.

   Without realizing it, Stewart had in his anger begun sucking on the
man's cock and working his lips up and down the fleshy tube just as he'd
done a year and a half ago to Julius, confirming for Calvin that it was
Stewart who was the faggot pervert, tricking him into suggesting oral sex
while all the while he'd been planning on asking his fellow filthy fag to
fuck his ass.  Likely the man hadn't been blackmailed at all.  It had all
been a trick to get him to Gilles's and propose having sex.  Well, he
thought as he glared down at the faggot sucking on his cock, he wasn't the
one who had ended up doing the sucking.  Just because he was engaging in
sex with the man didn't make him a faggot.  That his cock was swelling and
that the man's suction and friction from his lips over his knob were
sending the same exciting thrills of arousal through his delicate organ as
he experienced having sex with his wife was, however, disturbing.

   Cory smiled with delight as he watched the three men getting it on.  He
didn't need his headband to know what each man was thinking.  They were
wearing their emotions on their sleeves as his great-grandfather had put it
in his diary, Julius's smug look and the sparkle in his eyes as he rammed
his cock in and out of Stewart Millburne's ass having more to do with his
delight in screwing the man who had turned on him and hadn't come to his
defence or support when that asshole John Halder had called him into his
office and fired him than it had to do with the pleasure pulsating through
his swollen cock, though he could not deny he was enjoying that also.  And
of course seeing the humiliation and anger in Stewart's face as he angrily
sucked on Calvin Cosher's cock, something Julius knew the two men had
intended on making him do, just added to his pleasure.  How and why this
had come about he still didn't understand, but he was not going to question
it as he grasped Stewart's brawny, hairy legs and fucked the macho stud for
all he was worth.

   Even with his head turned sideways and focussing on sucking Calvin
Cosher's cock, Stewart Millburne could see the smug look of superiority and
the perverted sparkle of pleasure in Julius Gilles's eyes.  So, the filthy,
fat pervert was enjoying himself was he?  Well, he'd see about that.  He
had no idea how at the moment, but he'd get back at the son-of-a-bitch for
this humiliation and debasement.  That was what it was, having the sick
faggot fucking his ass like his bitch.  Well, let him think what he wanted,
he wasn't going to squirm and cry out with pleasure like his wife did when
he fucked her.  The thought of his wife sickened him all the more.  What
would she think if she ever found out that he'd gone there to the
Wilson-Dean Estate and had gotten his ass fucked and had sucked another
man's cock?  How could she ever kiss his lips again if she knew they'd been
wrapped bout the filthy cock of another man?  How could she ever spread her
legs for him to give her the pleasure a real man can give a woman when she
knew he'd spread his legs for another man for the same pleasure?  Well, it
couldn't be the same pleasure, but he could not deny that having a hard,
thick cock pumping in and out of his body was sending a burning arousal
pulsating out from his abused, virgin asshole, and a throbbing pleasure up
his rectum and, to his great dismay, was causing him to become erect.

   As Stewart Millburne angrily and worriedly worked his lips up and down
his stiff cock, Calvin Cosher didn't see the anger nor worry in his eyes.
What he saw flashing was pure, obscene lust.  That the man was delighting
in sucking his cock was evident from the way he hungrily sucked on it and
the way he was concentrating as he worked his lips up and down his shaft
and over his knob.  He was a filthy, perverted faggot, plain and simple. 
What they were doing was disgusting, and debasing.  Yes, his own cock was
stiff and pulsating with the same desire to shoot off a load as it did when
he fucked his wife.  That made it all the more humiliating and disgusting,
and only proved the skill of the filthy queer who was sucking him and who
had probably lusted after him for years.  Why else would the man have
deceived him into coming here?

   Well, he'd see how the faggot enjoyed getting his mouth filled with
semen.  Calvin smiled with the thought.  His cock was throbbing with
pleasure not unlike the pleasure he felt when he fucked his wife. 
Millburne and Gilles thought they'd debase him and bring them down to their
filthy level, but he wouldn't let them.  Let Millburne taste the semen of a
real man.  It was a filthy, perverted act, but his wife would never know,
nor his daughter nor his sons.  The thought of his sons reminded him of
Caitlin and for a moment he wondered why they'd insisted on bringing his
boy with him, and what the boy was doing.  It was only for a moment.  As he
felt the pressure developing deep in his loins, his mind quickly returned
to the pleasure he was feeling between his legs.

   At that moment his eight-year-old son Caitlin was feeling pleasure
between his legs too.  Watching the three men engaging in hot, passionate,
and from the way they were going at it and the looks on their faces,
evidently enjoyable dick fun, and with Anthony sitting there beside him
stroking his now stiff and swollen dick, the young boy could not help but
reach down and fiddle with his little dickey as he'd done as an innocent
and unaware preschooler until caught by his father and reprimanded for
doing it and made to feel filthy and guilty.  Anthony had been right.  His
father just didn't want him to have any fun.  From the look of delight on
his father's face as he had his wiener sucked, there was no question how he
was feeling, and having another guy messing around with your dick had to be
a lot wronger than playing with your own dick by yourself.

   Mark Millburne was thinking much the same thing as he slowly and
absentmindedly stroked his now swollen, rock-hard little cocklet, the
nine-year-old's dickey barely as long and as thick as his thumb.  His
father had scolded him for touching himself there and had told him only
filthy boys did that, and yet there was his father hungrily sucking the
dickey of another man, clearly enjoying it as he sucked on it and worked
his lips up and down it, and grunting and snorting with pleasure as the
other man rammed his large, hard cock in and out of his asshole.  Well, his
father was an asshole not wanting him to have pleasure.  He'd show him,
he'd stroke his stiff, throbbing little cocklet all he wanted, just like
the two boys sitting there with him and watching the three men on the
monitor.

   Julius debated stopping and allowing his lust to subside to prolong his
pleasure, but he knew in doing so he'd prolong Stewart Millburne's pleasure
also, and so instead he grasped the man's hips and pounded him furiously,
plowing his former vice-principal's hot, tight ass with pleasure.  The man
could no longer be unable to claim virginity.  With that delightful
thought, he rammed his cock up Stewart's asshole up to his balls and began
to spurt, filling the son-of-a-bitch with his hot, thick cum, his first
shot for the day, and the first shot the man ever had up his fucking ass.

   At the same moment, Calvin Cosher felt his cum begin to gush up his
cock, and he tensed with the pleasure as his cum quickly began to fill
Stewart Millburne's mouth.  He was surprised and delighted how good it felt
to come that way, and he quickly filled the man's mouth so that Stewart had
to begin swallowing, and even then, his hot, thick slime oozed out of
Stewart's lips and around his chin.  Feeling Julius's hot, hard cock
throbbing up his rectum and the hot gush of semen up his asshole, and
having Calvin's stiff cock throbbing out his thick, creamy cum into his
mouth, Stewart tensed also as his own balls constricted and his cum gushed
up his stiff cock, the result of the constant stroking of his prostate by
Julius's knob, but also the result of the undeniable eroticism of having
sex with two other men.  With a shudder of delight and of ultimate
humiliation and embarrassment, he felt his hot, thick cum spurt out of his
throbbing, jerking cock and spray his shirt and his heaving, hairy stomach.

   "What's that white stuff coming out of my dad's wiener, and out of his
mouth?" Mark asked, the nine-year-old curious and a little worried.

   "That's cum," Anthony said, squeezing his stiff cock tightly below the
knob to stop himself from shooting.  "When a guy is older that happens when
he strokes his wiener.  It feels awesome."

   "Can you do it?" Mark and Caitlin looked at Anthony with innocent
curiosity, their fingers still tugging on their swollen little cocklets.

   "Oh yeah.  Would you like to see?"

   "Sure."

   Anthony thought for a moment.  "Why don't we all get off together, just
like Goosey and your dads did?"

   "We're not old enough to make that stuff, are we?" Mark asked, the look
on his face revealing he wasn't all that sure he wanted to be able to make
it.

   "No.  But you can still get off." From the puzzled looks on the boys'
faces he could tell that they didn't know what he was talking about.  "You
saw the looks on your dads' faces just before they started to shoot their
stuff, and the way they were twisting and jerking and everything?" The boys
nodded.

   "It looked like they were having a fit or something," observed Mark.

   "Well, that's called having an orgasm.  You can have the same feelings,
except for squirting.  When a guy's too young to make cum yet it's called a
dry orgasm," he explained.  "You wanna try it?  It feels awesome."

   "Sure," the two boys said in unison with a trust only eight and nine
year olds can have.

   "Let's do it the same way as we saw on the monitor," Anthony suggested.
"We can use the end of the table instead of a desk." The two youngsters
looked at each other, curious and eager, but uncertain and frightened too.
Anthony didn't need any magic headband to know exactly how they were
feeling.  That was what made fooling around with boys their age so special.
"It will be fun, I promise," Anthony assured them.

   "You mean do it exactly the same way as on the TV?" Caitlin asked.

   "Yeah."

   "I ...  I don't know," Mark said, suddenly not so eager.

   "Just give it a try.  You'll like it.  Honest." They were not the first
young boys Anthony had enticed into exploring their sexuality, though they
were the youngest and certainly the cutest and hottest, and they were the
first pair he'd ever seduced.  As he glanced at one and then the other and
saw the look of hesitancy in their eyes, he knew how mysterious and
frightening what he was proposing was, which made fooling around with them
all the hotter.  He had to have sex with them!  Mark especially looked
reluctant, and as his mouth slowly opened Anthony knew he was going to
change his mind about doing it, and as he looked into those wide,
frightened, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, he realized what had frightened
the boys.

   "I'll lay down on the table and be Mark's dad," he offered, "and Mark
can be Goosey and fuck my ass.  That way you'll know how to do it and maybe
some day you can do it to your dad and make him squirm and wiggle with
pleasure just like Goosey did.  And you can be like your dad," he
continued, looking at Caitlin, "and I'll suck your weenie and you can see
just how good it feels and why your dad wanted to get sucked off."

   The boys glanced at each other, relieved that neither one of them was
going to have to do the sucking nor have a wiener stuck up his ass, but
still uncertain though now hopeful the other would agree.  Seeing the same
look in the other's face, each nodded agreement.

   "Great," said Anthony as he excitedly lay down on the table.

   Their worries relieved, the flush of arousal and sparkle of boyish
curiosity and daring returned to the faces of the two youngsters as they
stepped up to the table.  Mark standing at four foot four, and Caitlin
three inches shorter, they found the table much too high to achieve the
same connections as they'd seen the three men do on the television. 
Thinking quickly, Anthony lined up three of the large salon chairs and
lying on his back on them, he found himself at the perfect height for the
two preadolescent boys.

   "Ah, wait a minute.  I don't have any of that Jello stuff," Mark
observed.

   "Use your spit," Anthony advised, and the two boys giggled.  "Go ahead,
spit on your wiener and get it all slippery, and spit on your finger and
stick it up my butt." The boys giggled uproariously at the idea as they
glanced at each other.

   Still giggling, Mark spit on his still stiff little cocklet, coating the
thumb-sized little pricklet with his spittle which oozed on down over his
soft, dangling balls.  Spitting on his index finger, he stepped forward,
and with both boys still giggling with amusement, he slowly slipped his
finger up Anthony's eager butt.

   "What's it feel like?" Caitlin asked Mark as he pulled his finger out
and inspected it, expecting to find it shitty and relieved that it wasn't.

   "Sort of hot and wet and, well, sortta like a mouth," Mark said after
thinking a moment.

   "Go ahead and try it if you want," Anthony offered, and curious, Caitlin
spit on his finger and slipped it up the teenager's asshole and the two
boys giggled again.  "Okay," said Anthony, wiggling down further so his
butt was at the edge of the last chair and raising his legs again, draping
one over the back of the chair and resting the heel of his other foot on
the table, "stick your dickey up my butt."

   Mark stepped forward and holding his slender, three-inch dick by the
base, tried to stick it up Anthony's ass.  With its shortness and his
inexperience, it first slipped up Anthony's crack instead of in his hole,
and then down slipped down to poke his balls.  "Roll your pants up and
stuff them under my butt so it's a little higher," he advised.  Mark did
so, and once again stood behind Anthony and poked his butthole with his
stiff little poker.  Pushing out with his abdomen to open his hole, Anthony
reached down and grasping Mark's hips, told him to put the tip of his dick
in his hole and to push forward very slowly.  Following Anthony's
instructions, the nine-year-old was delighted to feel his little dicklet
slowly penetrate the older boy's ass.  He was even more delighted how good
it felt having his little stiff member surrounded by hot, moist ass flesh.

   "How does it feel?" Caitlin asked as he looked down at their union with
the unabashed curiosity and openness of an eight-year-old.

   "Way wicked," Mark replied with a grin.  As he drew back to begin
fucking as he'd seen Julius doing to his dad, his little cocklet slipped
back out, to his dismay.  It took him several attempts to get it back in,
excitedly and furiously poking Anthony's backside with his stiff little
cocklet, and once he got it back in several more attempts before he got the
stroke right so that he didn't slip out each time.

   Satisfied that Mark didn't need any further help, Anthony had Caitlin
step up in front of him.  Reaching out and drawing the boy closer, he
slipped his lips about the boy's stiff little pecker and sucked gently on
it.  It was just as hard and rigid as any teenager's cock, but it felt so
slender and the skin so satiny smooth.  And of course at just under three
inches hard, he easily engulfed the eight-year-old's dick totally.  From
the youngster's giggle and the sparkle in those pale blue eyes, Anthony
didn't have to ask him how it felt.  As for himself, the fifteen-year-old
was in heaven.  He was sucking the sweet cocklet of a platinum blond
eight-year-old cherub who was having his first blow job while his ass was
being vigorously and eagerly fucked by a dark-eyed, dark-haired
nine-year-old stud muffin who was having his first piece of ass.

   The two boys concentrated on the strange, swollen numbness of their
little wieners and the pulsating pleasure of their swollen flesh as their
knobs burned and tingled with a strange painful pleasure that both hurt and
that was the most enticing feeling they'd ever felt.  Mark's lips parted to
show those large, perfect white teeth and his tongue slipped out to lick
his rosy lips as he pumped his slender hips to and fro, his slender legs
now rhythmically bending and straightening as he glanced down at his stiff
little pecker easing out of the teenager's ass, in part out of curiosity to
see if it was brown and delighted it was not, and in part just checking to
be sure the swollen, numbed organ really was sliding in and out of
Anthony's hot, moist asshole.

   Caitlin's thin chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled deeply,
delighting in the pulsating pleasure and tingling arousal of his stiff
little dicklet being basted by Anthony's hot, slimy spit.  The strange,
never before felt suction was delightful and he was already wondering how
he was going to be able to feel that again after he left this place and
returned home.  His fine, platinum blond hair bounced about his head and
his pale blue eyes shone with pleasure like he'd never felt before as he
too stared down at his groin with the open-jawed wonder and delight of an
eight-year-old boy.

   Anthony eagerly sucked on the boy's little, slender cocklet, drenching
it with his spittle and slowly and carefully pushing the long, tight
foreskin back with his lips, slowly and carefully exposing the delightful
little reddish berry inside until the boy's skin was pushed all the way
back, exposing the tender, sensitive knob to Anthony's hot, eager tongue.
As Anthony ran his tongue over it, the eight-year-old trembled and gasped
with a pleasure he'd never felt before, a sharp, wonderfully painful
pleasure that made him squirm with arousal.  Anthony hesitated, uncertain
if the boy's squirming was in pain or in pleasure, until he heard the boy's
high pitched soprano voice ask him to "do that again." He did so eagerly,
sending spasms of pleasure up the boy's little wiener once more and causing
his own stiff cock to wag and ache with arousal.

   Mark was by then feeling a strange, new tension developing deep in his
groin like he'd never felt before, having never rubbed his little cocklet
for so long before.  Each time he pushed forward a thrill ran up his stiff,
aching cocklet, and each time he pulled back another sharp thrill followed
the first.  His little dicklet had never ached like it was at the moment.
It was a strange, frightening ache that caused him to pump his hips to and
fro masochistically, the sweet pain that caused his little knob to feel
like it was being pealed irresistible.  Caitlin was feeling the same
delightfully painful raw irritation and the same strange pressure,
building, building, deep in the pit of his groin, a pain and pressure that
were causing him to gasp for breath and his body to tense, a mysterious,
overpowering pleasure that he couldn't seem to get enough of.

   And then without warning it hit the two boys, that strange, never before
felt, electric shock that ripped up the core of their swollen little
cocklets and caused them to jerk and buck uncontrollably, that caused their
loins to go weak and their heads to spin so that they had to grasp onto the
naked teenager that was the cause of their pleasure in their dizziness so
they would not lose their balance.  Open mouthed and glassy eyed, the two
young boys openly and unabashedly gasped and groaned with the thrill of
their first orgasm.

   In that numbed, frightening, delightful state, their minds focussing on
the strange new feelings pulsating out from their groins, they watched with
awe and curiosity as the teenager's large, swollen cock, seeming so
monstrously huge compared to their own, jerked wildly as his semen spurted
out of the tip and shot high into the air with a force that surprised even
him.  Streamer after streamer shot into the air and arched back down to
lace his heaving, naked body, streaking his chest with his hot, thick,
creamy teenage jism.  It was the most delightful, most powerful orgasm
Anthony had ever had and he looked up dreamily at the two stiff-cocked
cherubs that were the cause.

   As the three flushed, gasping boys sucked in the cum-scented air,
delighted and awed by the majesty and wonder of sex, the three men in the
monitor screen, totally forgotten by the three boys, reached for their
underwear, pendants of their last ooze of cum hanging from their now limp
cocks, their eyes averted and reflecting their guilt, revulsion and shame.

   ******* This is the third of a series of concluding chapters in which
our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just
punishments.  Watch for upcoming chapters to discover the origin and
purpose of Cory's mysterious headband and to learn what the future holds
for the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stewart Millburne and his son Mark,
Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family, Kenneth Ballard and his mother,
Father Henry, Calvin Cosher and his daughter Stacey and son Caitlin, the
WCHS gang, the 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 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, Ramon Carlos, the nerds of Lincoln Junior High (Fats
Fortillini, Peter Manchester, Dwayne Hainsworth, Jerome Eisenstein, Wilbur
Thornton and Dylan Ingles), Ravindra Shankar, Sangha and Chakroth Chouan,
Gamal ben Marduk, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe, and the star of
this series, Cory Wilson.



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