Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapter Six

Cory grinned broadly, the type of grin that causes a boy's eyes to grow bright and that reveals a boy's top teeth, the type of grin only young boys are capable of, the type of grin reserved for Christmas mornings and for fart jokes. Anthony's eyes were about to pop out of his head as he watched Goosey Gilles, the teacher every student at Lincoln Junior High School hated, getting his ass fucked by a dog. His eyes were not all that was bulging. His stiff dick was bulging out his jeans besides. Cory glanced at it, felt an ache pass up the core of his one bone, and then turned his attention back to the screen. He'd zoomed the cam recorder in at that point, zooming in on Lad's slimy, bright red cock pistoning in and out of Gilles's asshole, his doggy slime splattering out with each withdrawal. It was totally wicked. The camera panned up, showing the long, red scratches caused by Lad's toenails as he dug into Gilles's body in his lust, and on up to Gilles's face, showing the man's sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, clear signs of his own pleasure. The two thirteen-year-old boys sat there, eyes glued to the monitor. How could a guy enjoy getting fucked by a dog? Neither could think of anything dirtier, and their young cocks were stiff and aching with teen arousal.

"Why've they stopped?" Anthony asked a minute later.

"I dunno. Sortta looks like Lad's pumping his ass full of his stuff. Just enjoying getting his ass filled I guess."

Though both boys had seen the formation of Lad's knot and its insertion up Gilles's rectum, several times actually as Anthony had had Cory reverse and replay that part of the tape four times to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, neither boy knew what it was for, nor that it had tied dog and man for the next twenty minutes, every second of which Cory had retained on the tape, going back and forth between their union, Lad's hangdog face, and Gilles's goofy, confused look.

"Oh fuck. Can you imagine having a bone for that long?"

"Imagine? I thought you were like that twenty-four seven," Cory joked.

"Fucking almost," Anthony laughed appreciatively. He was perpetually horny, and not ashamed to admit it. "You really taped that yourself?" he asked when the tape finally ended.

"Yeah."

"Oh man! That's fucking awesome."

"I thought you'd like it. Actually, looks like you liked it a lot," Cory added, grinning mischievously as he glanced at the bulge in Anthony's jeans.

"So did you obviously," Anthony retorted good naturedly.

"So, you wanna jack off?"

"You bet I do."

Anthony had been jerking off just shortly after he'd turned eleven, and it had been Anthony who had introduced Cory to the pleasure. They had been best buddies forever, way back before they'd even begun school, and revealing that secret had cemented their friendship even more. Sitting there side by side on Cory's bed, the two thirteen-year-old boys eagerly pushed down their jeans and underwear. The two boys were almost identical in height and weight, at five-foot-three [1.60m] and a hundred pounds [45kg] Anthony, just over a month older than Cory, being an inch and a half [4cm] taller and a couple pounds heavier, and of similar build, being at that early adolescent age where their young muscles are still softly contoured and padded with baby fat, but starting to develop a definition and a hardness that indicates they are no longer children. The new growth of short, curly hairs above their dicks, the still hairless but now pendant sacks with their two oval little eggs hanging below their dicks, and the stiff, upwardly-pointing shafts, Anthony's a fraction shorter but a bit fatter than Cory's, were also evidence that childhood had been left behind, though only recently.

There the similarity ended. While Anthony had dark brown hair and seductive dark brown eyes, Cory's hair was a reddish-brown and his eyes a greenish-blue, a reflection of his Irish heritage. It being September, he had developed a nice even chocolate-brown tan contrasting with the pale pink of his buttocks and flat stomach where society dictated he keep himself covered. Anthony on the other hand had an olive complexion, and while the sun had slightly darkened the exposed skin, his buttocks and stomach were not markedly different from the rest of his body. In addition Anthony had recently sprouted fine, silky hair in his pits, to the envy of his grade eight classmates, and fine wisps of hair on his upper lip, those at the two corners slightly darker and longer than the rest, adding to his already seductive looks. Whereas Cory still had his foreskin in tact, Anthony was circumcised, a difference that had fascinated the two close buddies the first time they'd compared. His balls didn't hang as low as Cory's but were slightly larger, and darker.

The two boys now stared down at their swollen dicks as they held them by the base with thumb and first two fingers and began to stroke the aching flesh. Although they both jacked off regularly, rarely missing a day and usually beating off several times a day, the throbbing of their swollen cocks and the itching and burning of the rim of their dickheads were pleasures neither had grown tired of. Being young, that pleasure lasted a long time as their young bodies were in no hurry to ejaculate. Cory glanced over at his buddy sitting on his bed beside him and watched him stroking his cock and he felt a thrill of added excitement as he watched Anthony's fingers slowing stroking that private appendage. Anthony glanced over at him too, and he felt another surge of arousal. It was fucking hot watching a buddy jacking off, and having him watch you.

Slowly the recently descended balls began to swell and to draw up beneath their throbbing cocks, the twin orbs ripe and filled with their thin, watery boy juice. The two boys began to breathe faster as they felt that awesome peak approaching, and they squirmed with anticipation as they opened and closed their peeholes.

"I'm about to shoot."

"Me too."

They shot simultaneously, filling the crumbled Kleenex grasped in their opposite hands with their hot, thin cum. The tissue soaked up the young boy juice as spurt after spurt erupted from their throbbing cocks and they could feel the heat and sliminess through the thin tissue. They glanced over at each other, watching the final spurts erupt from each other's dick, and then glanced up at each other and exchanged wide, toothy smiles. There was only one thing two buddies could do that was closer than sharing in that private, secret pleasure, and that was doing each other. They'd both thought of that in their private jerk off sessions, but they'd not yet approached the other with the idea. They squeezed out the remaining juice, milking their still stiff and throbbing cocklets, and sat there with their jeans and underwear about their ankles and enjoyed the wash of bliss that passed over them.

As he leaned over and tossed the wadded tissue in Cory's wastepaper basket, Anthony noticed the two pictures sitting on Cory's dresser. "Who's the guys?"

"Goosey's kids, I think," Cory replied. "They fell out of his wallet when he gave us that money after giving us blow jobs."

"That was fucking awesome," Anthony observed with a grin as he thought back to that special Monday. Still in shock from having been blown and then having their most hated teacher turn over his wallet and tell them to take whatever they wanted, he hadn't noticed the pictures fall out nor Cory pocket them. "That was the best fucking detention I've ever had."

"Me too."

"I wish he'd keep us in after school again and put on another show for us, and suck us off again, but slower and longer," Anthony observed wistfully.

"That's possible."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, I mean it's not hard to get a detention with Goosey."

"Oh yeah, that's for fucking sure. He loves keeping guys after class."

Anthony thought about the strip tease their teacher had performed for them, and then the blow job he'd given both. That had been just as surprising as the video he'd just seen. He glanced over at the two pictures. The younger of the two boys looked to be about nine. He had red hair and green eyes and pale skin. He was wearing a soccer uniform, and was kneeling on one knee with the soccer ball on the grass before him. He looked cute. Anthony wondered what he'd look like buck naked and tried to imagine him kneeling there without his clothes, and then kneeling there and sucking him off like his dad had sucked him off. Despite having just shot a load, he felt his cock begin to swell again. He was thirteen after all, and a healthy, normal boy. He glanced at the clock on the night stand as he considered suggesting they jerk off again and frowned when he saw the time.

"I gotta go," he said disappointedly. "The rents said I had to be home by eight." He got up and pulled up his underwear and jeans. "Thanks for showing me the video. It's fucking awesome."

"Hey, anytime. Glad you liked it."

The two boys grinned at each other. Cory was glad. It had been Anthony who had introduced him to porn, a novelette about some horny college cheerleaders who rewarded the boys of the football team in a very special way. That was only one of dozens of little paperbacks and 'men's' magazines from his dad's porn stash that Anthony had discovered one day and subsequently shared with his best buddy. One of their favourites was a novelette about five cousins, three boys and two girls who shared a cabin for the night at a family reunion and ended up having an orgy with the five forming every possible combination possible, including boy on girl, boy on boy, and girl on girl. That had fuelled dozens of hot jack off sessions as they considered various of their cousins that they'd love to see that come true for with them.

Being able to entertain Anthony in return for the porn he'd shared had felt great, and as he lay back on his bed, Cory considered how he might entertain Anthony further by arranging another session with Goosey Gilles. Like he'd said, getting a detention would not be difficult, and having already made him do a strip dance and suck them, that should be a snap really. Like Anthony had said, it would be awesome if it wasn't so fast the next time. Maybe they could meet in the park, the same place where he and Lad had their fuck sessions. Now that would be awesome, having sex in the very same spot. Even more awesome would be if the three of them could have sex at the same time, like the three boys had with each other in the Family Reunion Weekend story Anthony had shared with him, one of them fucking Gilles while he sucked the other one.

The biggest problem was he didn't know how to use the headband to make someone have sex with two other guys at the same time. Actually, he wasn't overly sure how he'd made it work the first time, or with Gilles and Lad. Using the headband was, to tell the truth, very hit and miss. Like he'd had very little trouble getting Gilles to drop on his hands and knees and get dog fucked. On the other hand when he'd tried to get his Dad to buy him a new game for his Gameboy, his dad just sat there and kept flipping his head, like he was being bothered by a pesky fly. When he'd tried to get both his parents to let him have a TV in his room, the two had glanced at each other and at him suspiciously as he'd tried to convince each and both to agree. One day at Terry's he'd tried to get him to suck Lad, just for a lark and intending to stop it before he actually did it, but Terry had been totally unaffected by his thoughts. On the other hand, the very first day he'd gotten his mother to frig her cunt and her ass with the pepper mill. If only the thing had come with instructions.

Suddenly remembering his great-grandfather's journal, he wondered if he'd written anything in it about the headband. You would think he would have. Now why hadn't he thought of that before! He got up and headed for the garage, only to return to the livingroom moments later. "Where's that pile of stuff we sorted out in the garage for the garbage bin?"

"In the town refuse dump by now I suppose," his mother said, looking at him as if that was a dumb question.

"Oh maaannnnn, you threw it all away?"

"Ah, that was the purpose of sorting out great-grandpa's stuff?" his mother responded, definitely wondering about her son now.

"Shoot," Cory cursed, wishing he could use the word he'd thought instead.

"What?"

"I threw Grandpa's journal on the pile by mistake." His mother looked at him even more curiously. "I just realized now. I meant to put it aside to read."

His mother was totally bewildered. Reading was not exactly one of Cory's favourite pastimes.

"Well, you're lucky. I saw it and saved it."

"Fu-tastic!" exclaimed, changing his curse in midstream. "Where is it?"

"In a box in the garage, on the top shelf, with the rest of the stuff I saved from Great grandpa Isaiah."

"That's awesome! Thanks, Mom!"

Cory raced back out into the garage and excitedly pulled the box down and opened it up. There it was, under a pile of other books and papers. He opened it to the first page and began to read. "I was born on March 15 in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and eighty-four, in time to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day, in the tiny Irish village of Loughrea 3;" He flipped through the first quarter of the book to the commencement of World War 1. That would be an interesting read, but at the moment he was in search of something of greater importance. He kept flipping through the book becoming more and more frustrated. His great-grandfather was if nothing else very verbose.

Cory impatiently turned to the other books and papers in the box. A faded old Geographic Society of Ireland journal looked interesting for a later read, especially the article on Druids that had been bookmarked. He knew nothing about them but the article said they worshipped oak trees, which might have something to do with his headband, and danced naked, which certainly would be interesting to read. It was too bad there were no pictures and the print was so tiny. There were several other science journals, none of which caught his attention, and some letters. One was a letter to a friend which for some reason had been returned in which he referred to having discovered an ancient artifact in the forest, which caught Cory's attention, and going on to praise the work of someone called Franz Mesmer and his theories about the mind and to criticise that of a surgeon James Baird, a Scotsman who according to the letter died twenty years before his great-grandfather was born. It seemed his great-grandfather didn't have much respect for anyone Scottish from the letter. On the other hand he must have liked someone called Doctor Milton Erickson because he had dozens of articles by him torn out of newspapers and journals and he had even corresponded with him.

Finally Cory came to a large envelop which contained a letter from the Royal Dublin Society rejecting a paper he'd wanted published. The name of the paper which was enclosed was entitled Evidence of Mesmerization Practised by Druid Priests as Evidenced by Present Experimentation by the Author with a Sixth Century Copper Druid Headband. Yes! Cory was still reading an hour later when his mother came up to his room to tell him it was time to go to bed, and an hour after that when she told him it was the third and last time she was telling him to put out his light, relenting when he said he only had four more pages to read. He put out the light, but he was far too excited to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be the most wicked day of his life yet!

Chapter Seven

"No, why?"

"Cuz Goosey is going to invite us over to his house tomorrow for a repeat of Monday's performance, and then some."

"Invite us to his house?" Anthony asked skeptically.

"Yeah, to help us with our health assignment."

"More likely to lock us in a cage and fatten us up for Sunday dinner."

"You'll see," Cory said with a knowing smile.

That health class Cory put his plan into action, beginning by thinking about the assignment, and then with hopes that all the students did well, a thought that every teacher would have, even one as stern and uncaring about kids as Goosey. He thought of the pleasure of every student getting a great mark, and how some students would need help if that were to happen. He then began whispering to Anthony sitting behind him.

"Cory. You want to share what is so important with the rest of the class?" His voice was sharp and cutting, as it always was.

"Me'n Anthony are having problems with this assignment."

"What else is new?" Julius said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, not hesitating to voice what many teachers would have thought but would not have said. Cory rarely did his assignments, and when he did, they were poorly done, except for those he copied from young Dominic. "And it is Anthony and I."

"Could you give him and I some help?"

"Him and me," Julius corrected, making no effort to hide the weariness in his voice. "The period will be over in less than two minutes, and the assignment is due Monday."

"We could come to your house on Saturday for some extra help."

The entire class held its breath as it stared first at Cory, and then at Goosey. What student in his right mind would ever want to spend a second more than he had to with Goosey Gilles? And since when had he ever offered to help a student, especially at his home and on a weekend besides? Goosey Gilles delighted in kids failing.

That, of course, was not true. Julius thought about how nice it would be to have one assignment done well by everyone, not a new idea but one for some reason he'd just been thinking of, and how Cory was basically a good kid with potential, something he had to frequently remind himself, and how he'd entered the profession with the idea of enriching the lives of children, having assumed all children were as eager to learn as he'd been as a student, also something he frequently had to remind himself. To his surprise he heard himself agreeing. It had to be because it was the last period of the day and his mind was numb. Whoever had thought up a schedule with boys grade 8 health the last period of the week had to be sadistic. Or someone who knew only a person with Julius Gilles's reputation could keep discipline of an all boys class in a subject none of them were interested in, and especially at the end of the week. The bell rang and the students were out of sight before he had a chance to even consider changing his mind.

Saturday afternoon his wife had a regular appointment with the hairdresser, the two of them normally going out for the evening, or having company over. His two daughters and two youngest sons had plans to be with friends, as they usually did on a Saturday, and his oldest son was spending the day, like he did every spare minute he had, with his girlfriend. That, to his great relief, left the house to himself for the afternoon. It would be difficult to explain to his family why he'd invited two of his students over to their home to help them with their homework on a Saturday afternoon.

One of the reasons Julius Gilles was so strict and stern was because he did not like teaching at the public school, and he did not particularly like the students who attended such an institution. Few of them had the great joy for learning as he'd had as a boy, and their parents were just as dull and simple as they were. He would much sooner be teaching at a private school, such as the day school his children went to, where students wanted to learn and appreciated teachers and where he at least had something in common with the parents. The plain and simple fact why he didn't was because his marks at university had not been that good to teach at a private school. So as a result, he took his anger and frustration out on the students of the public system. Besides, he figured if he built up a reputation of being a teacher who put up with no nonsense and who expected the highest of standards from his students, he might have a chance to get on at a private school despite his academic record. Unfortunately, with a steady stream of disinterested kids and low achievers like Cory, he was never likely to get the marks that a private school would expect of a prospective staff member.

As far as his children went, he taught at the public system to better the lives of the poor unfortunate public school kids. That was very noble of their dad, and the stuff that the Gilles's were made of, but they themselves wanted nothing to do with such low riff raff, which made their admiration of their dad all the greater. His wife, of course, knew the real reason, but she'd cited the humanitarian reason so many times she'd actually begun to believe it herself. And, like her husband, she clung to the hope that someday they might mingle with those whom they considered their social peers, and in the meantime they would entertain and cater to those who were in a position to see their goals realized.

In his plans and fantasising, Cory had not determined where Gilles should repeat his performance, having decided to wait until he saw his home before he made a choice. As a teacher, Julius Gilles did not make that much money, but as a veteran teacher he was a cut above the average, and his home showed it, as Cory and Anthony had expected, the Gilles's living in the district of Eaglemont, which was a cut above Briarwood where they lived. At first Cory considered the master bedroom. Having Gilles suck them off on the bed where he screwed his wife would be hot, and especially in that he intended on taping it. The Gilles's family room would also be hot. He had not forgotten his brilliant idea of Gilles buggering himself with the pepper mill, which he'd brought along with him. Leaving a tape of him doing just that in the family room in the family room VCR would be wicked. Spotting the patio and the outdoor swimming pool, he knew he'd found the perfect place. It would also fit in nicely in how he planned on introducing the perversions he'd planned for that afternoon after reading his great-grandfather's paper.

As eager as he was to get right into some hot action, he figured he and Anthony had better at least pretend they were there for homework help. That in fact could be part of the tape, sort of like the magazine Anthony had found in his father's stash about the two college students studying in the library and ending up having the hots for each other and fucking behind the stacks. It also gave him a reason to set up the cam recorder, telling Julius he wanted to tape their help session so he could refer to it later if he had to. After five minutes, he decided that was enough pretending. Just as he was about to put his plan into action, they were interrupted by Julius's two younger sons. Julius was just as surprised to see them as they were to see Cory and Anthony.

"Ah, hi," Julius said. "I wasn't expecting you home this afternoon."

"We weren't expecting to be home either," the younger of the two said disappointedly.

"Jason's dad was called to an unexpected meeting, so he couldn't take us out boating," his older brother explained.

"Oh. That's too bad. There was nothing else you could do?"

"Not really. Jason wanted to go dirt biking, but it's too hot, and besides, his mother didn't want to load up the bikes and take us out to the dunes."

"So we thought we'd just come home and take a dip in the pool," his kid brother added. The two boys looked over at the two unexpected guests.

"Ah, these are two of my students, from Lincoln Junior High, Cory and Anthony." He might just as well have said 'these are two turds that dropped in out of the sky' from the look on the faces of the two boys. Eaglemont and Briarwood being adjacent communities, both Cory and Anthony knew such looks and bristled immediately. "They've come by to get some extra help with their health assignment. These are my sons, Anton and François."

"Hey, I bet if the two of you helped us we could get done in double time, and then we could all go for a dip in the pool," suggested Cory.

The two boys made no attempt to hide their revulsion of such an idea, and nor did their father.

"It is a hot day, unusually hot for this time of year," Cory continued. "Much too hot to be sitting around doing homework really. Certainly too hot to go dirt biking. A guy would work up a real sweat in this sun."

He talked quietly and rhythmically like his great-grandfather said you had to, and he thought about the sun and the clear blue sky, how bright it was and how hot he was feeling, and how hot and sweaty a guy would be dirt biking as he stared over in their general direction, not looking at any of the three, just concentrating on the heat and sweating and his thoughts, forming each slowly in his mind, linking one thought to the next. He saw Julius and his two sons shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

"Stifling hot is how my mom would describe it, or hot enough to make a pig sweat my dad would say."

The three Gilles's could well imagine his father, whom none of them knew, saying just that, and they could imagine how the pig would feel too.

"It's nice but a guy's clothes sure can get itchy when he sweats, what with sweat trickling down his sides and getting his pits all damp. It's the sort of day a guy should go shirtless."

Last night he'd rehearsed what he was going to think, and he found saying his thoughts out loud now was even easier. He thought about how he felt when he was all hot and sticky with sweat, and he concentrated as he stared at the three of them. Focus on a single thought slowly and calmly, and then another thought, one related, one that a person would have from his long term memory, one that would fit into his behaviour and his beliefs. Those were the instructions his great-grandfather had written, and from the looks on the faces of the three it was working.

"Yeah, a hot, late summer day, the type of day for a guy to go shirtless, the type of day a guy would like to strip right down naked," he continued, and from the flicker of alarm in Julius's eyes Cory knew he'd made another connection, with a memory that Julius would just as soon forget. His sons' eyes flickered too, with discontinuity. His great-grandfather had written about watching for that too. Going naked was not something Julius's sons evidently had any memory of, nor was it evidently something they agreed with.

"Like in those nudist places, where guys and girls go naked as natural as anything," he continued, and he could see Julius and his sons fighting the thoughts in his mind that he was projecting. His two sons in fact were staring at Cory in mild shock, clearly having never considered such a thing, and clearly not supportive of it. Cory, however, was prepared for just such a thing should he have found Julius resisting his thoughts.

"It would be nice to feel the warm sun on your skin, the cool breeze blowing across your body, cooling it gently, certainly nicer than sweltering in hot, heavy, sticky clothes and having them soaking up your sweat. Yeah," he sighed, still speaking softly and calmly, "it would be great to strip right down bare butt right now." The boys were still shocked by the suggestion, but not as repelled by it as before. He was making headway, but he had to make another connection, one that would be convincing.

"The Greeks used to do their athletics naked, didn't they Mister Gilles?" he asked suddenly and unexpectedly.

"Ah, well, yes, they did, the Ancient Greeks."

Cory thought about pictures he'd seen, discrete pictures in history books and books about ancient Greek culture, pictures where the private parts were hidden, or were limp and especially tiny, like those of a baby. He thought about how natural it was to do athletics naked under the hot Greek sun.

Anton, the older of the two boys, recalled such pictures too, pictures in glossy history books. The thought about how natural it was, was a new thought but not one that was out of line. Cory smiled at the look of acceptance in his eyes. Add related thoughts, thoughts that were acceptable his great-grandfather had instructed in his paper.

"Why don't you show us that strip act you showed us in school again, Mister Gilles?"

His mind quickly switched from ancient Greece to that Monday and Julius blanched as he tried to think of some way to stop this conversation.

"I think it's time to get back to your homework," he suggested lamely.

"Ah, com'on, do it again. It was great, wasn't it Anthony?"

Anthony had been listening to all this quietly and skeptically, suspecting Cory's speeches were not going to work. He quickly agreed though he didn't see how Cory was going to convince Goosey to perform a strip tease in front of his two sons.

"It was really hot. Your dad's a great strip dancer," he added, glancing at the two sons, and especially at the youngest, François. Goddamn, seeing him strip would be fucking awesome. If Cory could convince them to do that he'd be in his debt forever.

"You did a strip dance?" Anton asked, looking up at his dad in surprise and disbelief. Having lead a sheltered life, that was not something he'd ever even thought about before.

"You bet he did, and like Anthony said, he's awesome. Hey, I got some music," Cory said as if he'd just thought of it. "Show your sons what a great dancer you are."

Cory took out his walkman from his backpack and turned on the music, the same as he'd played that Monday after school, and stared at Julius, recalling the strip act he'd performed for them, concentrating firmly, concentrating on his moves as the music had to be pulling up his memory of the afternoon.

<Do it. Do it. Show them. Show them. Show them how to do it. Show them it's natural. Show them so they don't think it's wrong,> he thought in time with the rap music.

"No. Now shut that music off and let's finish working on your assignment. On second thought, let's forget about the lesson."

"But we'd hardly started." That was true, and Julius knew it was. "You promised." He had, and he knew that too. "But I guess you're right. Let's finish getting help and then we can all strip and go for a swim." That, Julius did not want to happen either, and nor did his two sons. "I can't believe your dad's never shown you his strip tease act though," Cory observed, acting surprised as he turned off his walkman and looked at Julius's two wide-eyed, innocent sons.

The two confused boys didn't know how to respond, and nor did their dad. To say he had would be lying, and to say he hadn't would mean he'd done something for his two students that was not only highly questionable, but that he'd never done for his own sons. "I really think ya should show them," Cory continued, repeating what he'd said several times silently. "Or better yet, teach them how to do it too, how to do it as good as you." He repeated the suggestion, slow but firmly in his mind.

"Do it as well as I," Julius corrected spontaneously.

"Dad?"

He could not deny having done it. Not with Cory and Anthony there, and it was evident neither was about to leave. But how could he explain why he'd done it? He really didn't know why he'd done it himself.

"Your dad's an awesome teacher," Cory said, glancing at Anthony.

"Oh yeah, the best," Anthony added, catching the hint immediately, "the best teacher at Lincoln."

"For sure."

"He really understands kids and cares about them," Anthony continued, really laying it on thick, too thick as far as Cory was concerned but Anthony was on a roll and there was no stopping him. "Bet he's had all kinds of awards." The truth was he hadn't, which Julius was painfully aware of, and which his kids evidently hadn't thought about until then. Cory noticed the look on Julius's face and that of his sons and knew he had to get things turned around before Anthony destroyed the mood he'd been developing.

"He should certainly have gotten an award for his strip tease act in detention." Julius glanced at Cory desperately, wishing he would stop mentioning that event, wishing he knew how to stop him. How was he ever going to explain why he'd stripped during detention to his two boys?

<Teach them, teach them, teach them,> Cory thought firmly. "You're lucky to have a dad like yours. Ours would never do something like that. He's cool." Cory said aloud. <Show them how cool. Teach them, teach them,> he thought.

"He's hot," Anthony added, not sure this was working but willing to give it his all.

<Show them how hot. Show them what a great teacher you are. Teach them how to strip. Teach them.> His thoughts were slow and forceful, and he thought of the strip act Julius had performed, and his enthusiasm in performing it, connecting real memories with his suggestion, connect a real desire, to be a great teacher, with a desire that was not his, to teach his boys how to strip, making small, logical connections, as his great-grandfather had written he'd learned to do.

There was only one way he was going to end this. That was to do it. To do what Cory had asked, to do what he was thinking. Do it and get rid of the two boys, and then he could sit down with his sons and explain why he'd done what he'd done. He wasn't sure how he'd do that, but he knew he'd come up with something, something his sons would believe. They had great faith in him. But first he had to get rid of Cory and Anthony, and he had a feeling they would not be satisfied until he did it.

<Do it. Do it. Teach them. Teach them.> Cory saw the hesitancy in Julius's eyes and lunged forward with all his determination and concentration.

"Turn the music back on."

Cory quickly did and Julius began to bump and grind to the rap. The music switched to a song by PartyParty that Cory had specially recorded for that afternoon, a parody using clips from George Bush's speeches called Dick is a Killer.

"Mr. speaker, members of congress, mom and dad, last month a girl in lincoln, rhode island sent me a letter.
It began, «dear george w. bush, if there's anything you know, please send me a letter.
ps. kiss my ass.»
dick dick dick dick dick is a killer."

Julius slowly unbuttoned his shirt and swaying to the obscene lyrics, he gyrated his hips as he removed his shirt and twirled it around before tossing it at Cory and Anthony, both of whom were delighted with the turn of events. His hairy, flabby breasts bounced as he swayed and gyrated.

<Tell the boys to do it. Tell the boys to do it. Teach them. Teach them. Show them it's all right.>

"i feel free.
i feel free.
dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick is a killer.
i feel free."

Julius unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned the top button. Slowly lowering his trousers and swaying in time to the music, he looked at his two students seductively as he stepped out of them and removed his shoes and socks. Memories of having done it in the classroom after school and how good it had felt dominated his mind, overriding his conscience.

<Tell the boys to do it too. Tell the boys to do it too. If they do it too they'll see it's okay. If they do it too they'll understand how it feels and why I'm doing it,> Cory thought as if it was Julius's thought, as he'd read in his great-grandfather's paper.

That was logical. "Now you boys try," Julius found himself saying. His two sons stared at him, unable to believe their father had just stripped down to his underwear in front of them and his two students, and that he was now telling them to strip too.

"Go ahead, it's okay. Show these boys how well a Gilles can strip."

The boys hesitated. They actually didn't know anything about strip tease acts, the television shows and their use of the computer being closely monitored by their mother to prevent exposure to such ideas. They did know though that you only stripped down to your underwear behind closed doors or when you were changing for gym or to shower. Showing the two less advantaged public school students they could do something well, even strip, was supported by their inflated egos on the other hand, and they were accustomed to doing as their father said, and believing that whatever he said and did was right. They slowly began unbuttoning their shirts and awkwardly trying to keep time to the music at the same time.

"Do it slow and in time to the beat," Julius found himself saying. Weird as it was, he did want his sons to do it well, and to impress his two students. He wanted to show them that no matter what it was, a Gilles did it to perfection, which should be the goal of all students.

"i love you and i do not want to lose you.
my purposes are just, and true.
activity is increasing, and dick is on the rise."

"Com'on, you want to get Anthony and Cory hot," Julius encouraged as his two boys removed their shirts. "Wiggle those boy tits."

Anthony was getting aroused, and François had only revealed his chest. His dick was certainly on the rise.

"by executive order we're on the manhunt, aboard the star ship enterprise.
the once all powerful ruler of iraq was found in a hole, and president clinton fucked it.
true.
president clinton fucked it."

Julius and his sons could not believe the words of the song, nor that it was the voice of their beloved President, whom they fully supported, saying such filth. Having removed their shirts and revealed their thin chests and ribs, they unzipped their flies and unbuttoned their trousers and pushed them down and stepped out of them, swinging their hips in time to the chanting music. Julius found himself growing more excited as he called out encouragement to his boys, telling them to shake their butts and swing their shoulders. Cory and Anthony were by then fully aroused and Cory projected his thoughts to the performers, telling them how sexy they were, how hot their moves were and how hot they were making him. They were hot physically too, twisting and gyrating in the hot afternoon sun, and soon sweat was beading on their foreheads and trickling down their ribs and down the crack of their asses, making their performance all the sexier. Julius fought back, but he could not stop his hands from slipping down to the elastic band of his boxers and slipping inside. Memories of what he'd done before, and how he wanted to show these two boys watching a quality performance as only a Gilles would be satisfied with were too overpowering.

"dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick is a killer 3;
( 3;my ass) 3;
fuck yourself, kiss my ass.
and i want you.
it's difficult to talk about.
and i want, 'cos you set me free.
and i want you, and i want you, and i want you, just as surely as dick is a killer 3;
( 3;my ass) 3;"

Julius and his two sons swayed and gyrated as they turned their backs to the boys and slowly seesawed their underwear over their buttocks, the boys following their father's instructions. They turned and teasingly showed the top of their pubes, drawing their underwear down to the base of their dicks and turned around again, Julius all the while encouraging his sons and telling them what to do.

"suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass dick is a killer 3;"

Julius felt himself growing hornier with the obscene words of the song combined with the fact he and his sons were stripping before two of his students, both of whom he'd seen had become aroused. He thought of the bulges he'd seen in their jeans and he felt his own cock swelling. Anton had seen their arousal also, and the obscenity and suggestiveness of the song combined with the fact he was about to fully expose himself to two teenage boys were too much for his twelve-year-old mind. His young dick sprang to attention. Even nine-year-old François could not help be affected, especially with Cory now projecting his horniness full strength at the three. They seesawed their underwear the rest of the way off their buttocks and down their legs. They stepped out of them and turned to face the boys, twirling their underwear.

"i believe that god made me a woman.
i feel it in my heart, and this bitch's voice must be heard.
a sex change is the only certain way to preserve, the sanctity of marriage.
we are living in historic times.
we are living in a time of great change.
our leadership and resolve can light the way for others."

Cory and Anthony were delighted. Standing before them once again was their hated teacher, his hairy, flabby chest and stomach trickling with sweat, his semi-erect cock dangling between his legs over his hairy balls as he stood there flushed with exertion and arousal, twirling his boxers about his finger. Beside him was his twelve-year-old son, Anton, a skinny, plain-looking boy, who being tall for his age, looked even skinner, especially as he stood there buck naked and sweating and blushing a bright red with embarrassment, his discomfort written all over his face. He was in that twilight age, his smooth pubes and hairless, partially descended nuts revealing he was still in that prepubescent stage, but his fully erect cock, only three inches [7½cm] long and half an inch [13mm] wide but fully erect and hard as a nail, revealed he was entering that exciting age of adolescence. Popping a boner at the most awkward and embarrassing time was common for the gangly brown-haired, brown-eyed youth, who found himself hard more often than soft as his body adjusted to the changes it was undergoing. That and having his voice change in mid-sentence and finding himself speaking like Donald Duck without any notice were making the life of the shy, awkward boy a constant hell.

At nine years of age, François was undergoing a different type of physical change. Being active athletically, the young red-haired, green-eyed soccer player had lost his baby fat and was developing the muscles of a young boy, evident from the firmness of his chest and thighs and particularly his biceps which he delighted flexing in the mirror each morning and checking for growth each night before going to bed. Of course his pubes were naked and his young little boy balls had not yet descended, but like all healthy young boys he was capable of achieving an erection under the right circumstances, and the circumstances were right at that moment. Anthony was delighted to see the boy's smooth, slender cock was the same length as his brother's, and a bit wider.

As he and Cory stared at the three naked performers, Cory imagined an itch deep up their asses, specifying nobody in particular but rather focussing on what an itch deep up one's rectum felt like, a feeling he'd had, and a feeling he knew at least the senior Gilles had felt. He projected that itchiness and the need to scratch it. He imagined a finger slowly inserting itself up that itching, aching hole and satisfying the itch. He pictured a slender, stiff cock sliding up that itching aching hole and satisfying the itch. He projected how good that would feel, relying totally on the porn that Anthony had provided him, having had no such experience himself.

Turning his attention to Julius, Cory concentrated on the memory of him being dog fucked, on the image of Lad's long, red cock pumping in and out of his ass. He concentrated on the burning pleasure as his anus tightened about the hot, throbbing cock, and on the throbbing pleasure of having his rectum stuffed. Of course he knew nothing about the feelings he was projecting and was again relying on the descriptions in the porn he and Anthony had read about guys and women getting their asses fucked. From the look in Julius's eyes, evidently the descriptions were not that far off. He concentrated on that pleasure and on the ache to feel it again, seeing the look of hesitancy and rejection in Julius's eyes. Of course he would not want to be dog fucked, not then, not in front of his boys, though the idea caused a flash of arousal in Cory's loins which he projected to Julius and caused a flicker of acceptance. Hooking onto that moment as his great-grandfather had indicated in his paper, instead of Lad's cock he focused on the pepper mill, modifying his own memory of his mother easing it in and out of her ass to an image of Julius buggering himself, satisfying that deep itch. He concentrated on the pleasure he saw on his mother's face, and on the image of the pepper mill being thrust in and out of her rectum and projected his feelings and the image to Julius.

Leaving that image and desire in Julius's mind, Cory turned his attention to Anton and François. He concentrated once again in general, on an itch deep up their rectums, on the pleasure of having their asses stuffed, on the desire to have their asses fucked. Unlike with their father, he had no memories upon which he could build as his great-grandfather's paper had suggested, but their strip act and the lyrics of Dick is a Killer had set the mood, and standing there naked, aroused and confused increased their susceptibility to his thoughts. He concentrated on that powerful, animalistic feeling of horniness, something he and they had in common, and on the need to have it satisfied. His he had allowed to rise to the surface and he reveled in it. Theirs was buried deep inside and had only recently begun to break through the barriers of self-restraint and years of repression.

Leaving those feelings of lust in their minds, he took the pepper mill out of his backpack and handed it to Julius.

<Fuck your ass with this,> he thought as he recalled the words of the song. "Suck fuck my ass suck fuck my ass suck my dick fuck my ass suck fuck my ass."

Julius reached out slowly and mechanically, his arm controlled by someone else as the words and beat of the song rebounded in his head. He fought the image in his mind, the image him sticking the mill up his ass, and he fought the desire welling up in him, the desire to have that itch satisfied. He pushed out those images and thoughts only to have them return. Cory concentrated harder, feeling the resistance and using Julius's memories of the physical pleasure of getting his ass fucked to counter. Ever so slowly he brought the pepper mill around and placed the tip against his anus. Sweat beaded on his brow and his face contorted with the strain of resistance as he slowly pushed forward. His two boys watching saw the sweat and interpreted the strain as the strain of desire, the same desire itching deep up their rectums. Seeing the look on his boys' faces, the look of surprise but the even deeper look of desire, Julius's resistance faltered and Cory seized on the moment of weakness evident in the man's eyes and he summoned up all the lust a thirteen-year-old boy can feel and thrust it at the weakening man. As the pepper mill popped inside his rectum and memories of being stuffed by Lad's knot were added to Cory's thoughts, Julius succumbed.

Stepping forward and smiling at Anton, whose attention was distracted from his dad, Cory slowly and seductively pulled down his fly and pushed down his jeans to reveal his bulging white Jockey briefs. Removing his shoes and socks and stepping out of his jeans, he unbuttoned his shirt, continuing to project thoughts of lust at the tall, skinny, plain-looking youth. Standing there in just his briefs, his cock tenting them out, he reached around and caressed the twelve-year-old's smooth, compact butt. Feeling hornier than he'd ever felt before, Anton trembled with the still new and mysterious feelings and desires. To his embarrassment his cock jerked uncontrollably. He'd felt these feelings and desires before, but never so strongly. Cory pushed down his underwear and stepped out of it, revealing his own stiff, eager cock. He stepped behind Anton, purposefully brushing his dickhead against the preteen's smooth cheek. Cory concentrated, projecting his own horniness and need for satisfaction and merging them with Anton's as he projected the image of him sticking his stiff dick up Anton's ass. The resistance he sensed was very weak.

Anthony was projecting the same feelings and image even though he did not have a copper headband and knew nothing about what Cory was doing. All he knew was that François Gilles was standing before him butt naked in all his glory, his tiny boy cock jutting up in the air above his little hairless balls while standing beside him his older, naked brother was about to get his ass fucked, and standing beside his brother his naked, horny, perverted dad had totally inserted a long, black, wooden object up his ass. Anthony wasted no time stripping, being the last of the five, quickly dropping his clothes were he stood and revealing his naked, olive-toned body, the body of a horny, lean but muscular adolescent boy. François stared down at Anthony's stiff dick, almost four inches [10cm] long and the thickest of the four boys. Taught to look upon public school kids with disdain, and that to be naked was dirty, the nine-year-old stared apprehensively at the stiff, olive dick. He knew its owner was aching to plunge it up his butt, and in a strange way, he was anxious to have him do it. Anthony saw the combined look of confusion and desire in the redheaded boy's emerald green eyes, and his innocence and confusion heightened his desire. He stepped up behind him and ran his fingers over the pale, silky smooth cheeks. This was going to be fucking awesome.

That was the exact thought Cory was thinking and projecting to the three Gilles's as he grasped Anton's slender hips and snuggled forward so the tip of his swollen cock was wedged in his tight hole. He slowly pressed forward, surprised how tight and resistant the opening was despite having read about it in Anthony's father's porn books, and even more surprised at the pain as the most tender and sensitive part of his body slowly stretched open the forbidden entrance to Anton's body. He grunted and panted deeply as he pressed his hips forward, paused, and pressed forward again, and Anton grunted and inhaled deeply also as he tried to open his anus wide, not because he wanted to be fucked, but because he wanted to end the pain. Slowly the sloping dickhead wedged in his anus, entering him fraction by fraction. Anton could not believe it. He was engaging in a filthy, forbidden act, the filthiest, with a public school student, in front of his dad and his kid brother. It was with that thought that he felt Cory's dickhead pop inside his rectum, and his mind was flooded with the pure delight of success and relief.

Anthony had been discovering the same as Cory. The porn books he'd read sometimes mentioned the tightness of a person's asshole, but it was nothing compared to what it was like for real, and never had they mentioned pain on behalf of the person doing the fucking. He was determined though, and feeling hotter than he'd ever felt before. Many times had he wondered what it would be like to fuck someone's ass and had tried to imagine it, and after seeing François's picture over at Cory's the previous night, he had thought about what it would be like to fuck such an innocent, sweet-looking boy. Now he was about to find out. He knew that was one of the reasons he was feeling particularly randy, along with the fact his best buddy was fucking François's older brother, and their dad was standing there buggering himself. It was more than that. He could not explain it. It was as if he and Cory were connected. When Cory had finally popped his knob inside Anton, so had he felt his dickhead pop inside François, and his delight was doubled by the surge of joy broadcast by Cory.

Of course young François had never in his truly innocent life had such obscene thoughts. At the age of nine, sex of any sort was the farthest thing from his mind. Close buddies, soccer, pleasing his parents, and doing well in school preoccupied his time and his thoughts. Girls were friends and nothing more. Having been kept away from bad influences like television, movies and public school students, he had no inkling of the perversions of the real world. Even fart jokes, the delight of the nine and ten-year-old set, were unheard of in the private school he attended. So, what was happening was even more bewildering and confusing than for his brother who with his approaching puberty had at least the beginnings of suspicion there was an entire world out there to discover. Like his older brother, he had strained to open up to the invading flesh to avoid the pain, and like his older brother, he'd felt an itch deep up his rectum like he had never felt before and was struggling with his desire to satisfy that itch and the perversity of what the boy behind him was doing. And, like his older brother, he felt a sudden flush of ecstasy and success as he felt the boy's dickhead pop inside his body.

Julius had, of course, felt Cory's projection also. He could not believe what was happening. There he was on his patio with his two sons, the three of them stark naked, his two boys about to get their asses fucked by two of his most incorrigible students and himself about to bugger himself with a pepper mill. It was too insane and too impossible to be really happening, yet it was. It was like he was living in a nightmare, a nightmare he had no control over but which he had the strangest impression that someone did. He had no explanation. He had no explanation for the burning pleasure throbbing through his sphincter as he tightened it about the wooden object as he withdrew it. He had no explanation for the feeling of pleasure as he sank the object deep up his rectum and his desire to repeat it. Each time it brushed against his prostate he quivered with the pleasure ripping up his swollen cock, and his cock jerked excitedly, something the four boys beside him were fully aware of.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass. Fuck, fuck fuck my ass."

He worked the pepper mill in and out of his rectum excitedly, desperately, succumbing to memories of past physical pleasure, succumbing to the incessant chant and demand pounding in his mind, pounding in time to his heartbeat, pounding in time to the throbbing up his asshole and the throbbing of his aching, wildly jerking erection.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."

Anton, normally extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed whenever he had to strip in front of others, worked his sphincter in time with thoughts repeating over and over in his mind, in time with the stiff, throbbing cocklet pumping in and out of his hole, clasping the intruding flesh tightly as it withdrew and then relaxing as it sank back up his butt. It felt great being fucked, and his little cocklet jerked in the air just like his dad's.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."

His breathing became more labored and sweat trickled down his thin, naked body, trickling over his exposed ribs like a set of rapids. Never had he felt so hot, physically and emotionally. His anus burned with pleasure and his rectum seemed to throb about the bone implanted up it, and he felt the strangest, most mysterious tension building up in his loins, a tension that was fearsome but which became more and more desirable as the boy behind him thrust his hips to and fro, driving his cock in and out of his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."

The words rebounded in François's head over and over, an obscene chant to which his entire body was throbbing. More comfortable being naked than his brother, François was otherwise feeling much the same. He could not believe how strangely pleasant the throbbing and burning of his anus was. He could not believe how much he wanted the boy gripping his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of his body to be doing what he was doing. Through it all his body was growing tenser and tenser, as if it was a spring being wound up, tighter and tighter, and that was very, very frightening.

Cory had removed his copper headband and was now furiously pumping his hips to and fro, fucking the tender, virgin ass of the preppie private school student, the scion of his most hated teacher. He knew from personal experience and from reading his great-grandfather's journal the dangers of wearing the headband when he could not control his own thoughts, and as the horny thirteen-year-old approached his climax his thoughts were flying wild. He was fucking ass, for the first time in his young life, and the awesome sensation of having his stiff little pecker surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating ass flesh was a pleasure nothing like he could have ever imagined, not even after reading Anthony's father's porn collection. That it was the tight, virgin ass of a skinny, plain-looking twelve-year-old private school student made it all the more pleasurable. Somehow his plainness made him all the more physically attractive. Of course that he was Goosey Gilles's son and that his kid brother was getting royally fucked by his best buddy added to the pleasure tremendously. It was only Cory's youthful stamina that had prevented him from shooting off long ago.

The same went for Anthony. Sexually curious and thanks to his father's porn collection more sexually knowledgeable than many thirteen-year-old's, and with a wide range of sexual fantasies fueled by his father's porn stash and his raging hormones, he was experiencing one of those fantasies right at that moment. Fucking the tight, virgin ass of an innocent, all-boy nine-year-old was hotter than he had imagined it would be. The sweating, gasping boy-child being the son of his most hated teacher, and having the same smug, haughty attitude toward boys like himself, certainly added to the pleasure, as was the fact his older and just as innocent brother was getting his ass fucked by his best buddy and his old man was buggering himself. He slipped his right hand along the boy's flat stomach and finding his slender, stiff cocklet, he began to stroke it as he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his own throbbing cock in and out of the boy's asshole.

Finally Cory grasped Anton's slender hips tightly and thrust his hips forward, driving his aching, throbbing cock up his hole and pressing his new, curly bush against the boy's smooth backside as he shot his juice up Anton's rectum. He was filling Goosey Gilles's son's ass with his cum, and it was fucking awesome. Anton quivered with a strange combination of arousal like he had never felt before and disgust greater than he could have ever imagined as he felt his hole being filled, filled with another boy's cum. Having never felt so filthy and perverted in all his life, but having never felt so horny either, he tensed his naked, perspiring body. Suddenly he felt a burning up the core of his stiff, madly jerking little cocket and to his shock three short, thin, watery squirts erupted from his body, his first ejaculation, his partially descended balls, now drawn up tight under his cocklet and barely visible, not yet capable of producing the copious, thick, white jizz filling his asshole.

Seeing the thin spatter sputtering from Anton's cocklet, Anthony lunged forward and pumped the slender, now bright red cocklet in his right hand even more furiously, sending sharp thrills though the young boy's body as his own cock began to spurt out his teenage juice. Hot and thick, his boy cum spurted up the nine-year-old's rectum, quickly filling it with his seed, and he gasped and trembled with delight. Feeling his rectum being filled with something hot and thick, young, innocent François had no idea what it was, and as the first shock of his first orgasm, the first of his young life, hit his body and mind, he had no time to dwell on the mystery. His muscular thighs grew weak and wobbly like he'd run a four-minute mile, and his right leg quivered uncontrollably. His naked body jerked and he thrust his hips to and fro, riding the thick young cock shoved up his ass as he experienced the first orgasm of his life. His tiny balls had drawn back into his abdomen and his dick head itched and burned as he tried desperately to pee but could not. His mind spun with the acute pain-pleasure, frightened, awed, and throbbing with ecstasy.

Seeing the reaction of his two young, innocent boys, and knowing that the two boys behind them had cum, Julius shot off also, his thick man juice spurting through the air and streaking the glass top of the patio table before him. Streamer after streamer streaked across the top, lacing it with thick, creamy man cum. He stared at it in a daze of pleasure and perversion, his hairy chest heaving with his exertion and pleasure, vaguely aware of his two sons and the two perverts with their cocks shoved up their asses watching him lace the tabletop. The air was heavy with the scent of cum and sweat and the five inhaled and exhaled deeply as their minds spun with pleasure, and for the three Gilles's, with growing horror and dismay as guilt began encroaching on their pleasure.

"Last one in the pool is a horny cock sucker," called Cory. He and Anthony hit the pool simultaneously, followed seconds later by Anthony and François. Julius Gilles stood there on the patio, his dick limp and dripping, and the pepper mill still shoved up his ass.

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