Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Stopping at the Gilles's residence that Saturday afternoon to pick up Cory and his suitcase, Matt Wilson was surprised when the couple greeted him at the door stark naked and totally unconcerned about their nakedness. Even more of a surprise was to hear that Cory had been no trouble whatsoever, and that the couple were going to miss having him around. Mrs. Gilles actually looked like she was going to cry. As they headed straight out to the airport to pick up Cory's mother, Cory explained that the Gilles's were nudists. Asked how he felt about that, Cory gave a nonchalant shrug as if it was of little importance. Knowing how carefree his son was that wasn't surprising. Also knowing how impulsive and trying he could be, Matt Wilson was genuinely surprised he hadn't gotten into any trouble and he knew that they owed the Gilles big time for looking after him for three weeks, much longer than he and his wife had expected. He also knew that he would have to see Cory was properly rewarded for his good behaviour and for being left with the Gilles for so long.

It was a warm and touching family reunion at the airport. Marian Wilson was delighted to see her family, as they were delighted to see her. She also felt the same way as her husband regarding repaying the Gilles for helping them out, and for rewarding Cory. Knowing how he liked to goof off and how he tested the limits on every rule, she was also surprised there had been no incidents while living with Julius Gilles, whom she'd come to understand from overhearing the conversation between Cory and his friends was very strict and even sarcastic, and not exactly well liked by his students. Even though she had wanted to help her aunt and repay her for her many kindnesses to her, and she'd been looking forward to spending some time with her, she'd been hesitant about Cory's solution. Things had evidently worked out though, and she knew she owed her son for having come up with this solution all on his own. They began by going out to Tony Roma's for one of Cory's favourite meals, barbequed ribs and chicken, and treating him to a double fudge brownie for dessert.

The next afternoon, Cory met Billy down on the corner and the two of them, with Billy's friend Juan Carlos from Puerto Rico, headed over to the Gilles, knowing that Julius and Julian were at soccer practice. Although she was not pleased to see Billy nor his Hispanic friend, Antoinette was delighted to see Cory even though he'd only been gone twenty-four hours. The two of them headed directly to the master bedroom, much to the amusement and snickering of both Billy and Juan, who headed up to see Annette. Their father and bother away, their kid sister over at her best friends, and their mother and sister now occupied for the next hour, Anton and François took advantage of the situation and headed for Anton's room and closed the door.

"This is my friend, Juan, and this is the white bitch I told you about that is carrying my baby," Billy said by way of introduction.

It had been a week and a half since he'd last seen her, and then he'd sent her down to help her mother in the kitchen and she still had no idea why he'd shown up, unaware of course of the video cameras he'd installed in each of the bedrooms. The last time the two of them had done anything was the Sunday before that, when she'd told him she was pregnant and she'd given him a blow job after he'd blown up at her for getting knocked up. She was disappointed he had come with a friend. As much as she loathed being with him, and as much as she was mistreated by him, she did love him. He was, after all, the first and only person she'd ever had sex with, and she was carrying their baby.

"She is a sweet thing," Juan said as he leered at her. She of course was naked and he did nothing to hide his lust as he stared at her. "Billy tells me you give great head."

She looked up at Billy questioningly.

"To give head means to suck cock, you dumb bitch."

The look on her face reflected the hurt from his sharp comment.

"Oh man, she is innocent," Juan observed as if she wasn't even there.

"Yeah, but I'm changing that," said Billy as he took out his digital camera, and while she was distracted by Juan, turning on the hidden video recorder. Annette looked over at him. He couldn't possibly be planning on another photo session. What was there left for him to take pictures of? "Okay, baby, show Juan how good you can give head."

Annette stared over at Billy, or more appropriately directly into the camera as he began shooting, and then up at Juan who was leering down at her. He was about the same age as Billy, around twenty-five, with smooth, swarthy skin and dark black hair and dark eyes and a greasy, sexy look about him. Many girls would find his dark looks attractive, but Annette, like the rest of her family, disliked Hispanics almost as much as her family despised blacks.

"Com'on baby," Juan said, flashing her a smile. He had good teeth, white and straight, and they contrasted with his brown skin. "I got some protein for you and your baby."

As Annette slowly dropped to her knees and dejectedly pulled down Juan's fly, knowing she was not going to have a choice and that the sooner she did what was expected of her the sooner it would be over, her mother had already pulled down Cory's, and had removed his jeans, underwear, and runners and was caressing his back and backside as he lay on top of her. She was eager too, but for a totally different reason. She knew they only had a short time together. Of course she was naked, and as Cory squeezed and caressed her breasts, and without knowing what Billy's intention had been bringing Juan, he wondered if he should bring Ben over some time and let him play with some real breasts. It was only a momentary thought. Turning his attention to her swelling stomach and her pussy, he wondered how long they'd be able to continue fucking, and if when he came if his stuff spurted over the baby. That idea was hot and he instantly popped a boner. Of course when you are thirteen, it does not take much to pop a boner.

As Cory knelt between Antoinette's legs and expertly stuck his stiff young cock up her pussy having been screwing her now for almost seven weeks, in the room up the hall Anton was lying on his back and spreading his legs also. François knelt between them and prepared to slip his little preteen dicklet up his brother's ass. Ever since he'd returned home from the party at Cory's the previous afternoon Anton had thought about getting fucked by his kid brother, and the more he'd thought about it the more he'd ached to have his little cock up his ass. Actually, he had ached to have any cock up his ass. He had no idea what had come over him. All yesterday afternoon and all last night, and all Sunday morning he'd thought about nothing else. He'd loved getting fucked yesterday. He'd loved it more than anything he'd ever done. Unlike the times he'd been done by Cory earlier, or the times he'd been done in the park by Bob Moser, he'd enjoyed having his ass stuffed with another guy's cock not just while it was happening, but when he thought about it later also. He also loved getting his rectum filled with a guy's stuff, and that it was filthy and perverted made him love it even more. He could not explain it, but he loved being used for another guy's pleasure. He loved it so much his anus had ached to be stretched by his brother last night, and if François hadn't fallen asleep before he'd gotten the courage to ask him, he'd probably have asked him to do it.

Up until Friday night he'd been eager to have it done to him at the time it happened, but he'd always felt guilty and filthy afterward. Friday night and yesterday he'd felt no guilt at all. He'd felt elated. He knew from the looks on the faces of the others that they'd enjoyed fucking him, and that enjoyment doubled his own. Not only did it feel wicked getting his ass fucked and his rectum filled with cum, but it felt even more wicked knowing the pleasure he'd brought the others. He had no idea why he suddenly felt that way, but he had no regrets. It was a lot better than moping about for the next day or the next week feeling filthy and ashamed for having done it, and for having enjoyed it like had happened each time he'd had sex with Bob Moser, or when he'd had sex at Cory's previous party.

François of course knew nothing about what his older brother had done at Cory's party, nor the change in attitude that had come over him. All the nine-year-old knew was that it felt good when he messed with his dicklet, and that it felt even greater when he did stuff with someone else. So, when Anton had asked him if he'd fuck his ass he'd readily agreed, not because he was under any influence from Cory nor because he was being coerced into doing it out of guilt or fear, but simply and plainly because he was a nine-year-old boy who had discovered the joy of having a cock. So, when Anton had taken his dick in his mouth and had sucked on it to get it hard, and to get it slippery with his spit, it was far different from being forced to have sex in the park.

Now, as he worked his hips to and fro, fucking ass for the first time instead of being fucked, he quivered with the ripples of pleasure passing up his stiff little dicklet and the nine-year-old knew why Lane Spudder and Anthony had enjoyed fucking his ass so much. It felt awesome having his little dicklet surrounded by hot, moist flesh pulsating all around it, gripping it tightly as he eased it out, and opening up to him as he shoved it in. He smiled down at his older brother as he screwed him for the first time, and Anton smiled back at him, enjoying getting screwed as much as François was enjoying doing it. That was good, because François planned on doing it many times more in the future.

Cory had the same thought as he humped Antoinette, thrilling at the pulsating pleasure of his stiff cock as he worked it in and out of her hot, dripping pussy. He had lost track how many times he'd fucked her now, something few thirteen-year-old's can claim, but each time was just as good as he remembered the first being. As he pumped his hips to and fro, he slipped his lips about her right nipple and sucked on her tit and licked her nipple, not just because he knew it drove her wild and made her clench and unclench her pussy about his aching boner, but because he liked sucking tit. He had to smile as he thought back to the first time he'd ever sucked on her tits, and had discovered that women don't just automatically produce milk like he thought they did. He was pretty naive back then, but he was gaining more and more knowledge each day, about sex, about himself, and about his great-grandfather's headband. Like right at that moment he had taken it off and wasn't using it. He didn't need to use it with Antoinette. She was hot for him and for his cock and he knew she'd do anything he wanted, and it had nothing to do with the band. It had to do with being thirteen and horny and a great fucker.

The party had been like that too. He hadn't used the headband at all on any of his friends, nor on Kenneth Ballard. They'd all done what they'd done because they were guys and they knew the joy of having sex. At first he hadn't used it on Anton either. He knew the only reason Anton was there was because the dork was afraid what he'd do otherwise. Living with him for the past three weeks hadn't changed his opinion about the spoiled, arrogant, snotty little brat. He knew Bob Moser and Lane Spudder disliked him and were using him because of his father, which was the same reason he'd first fucked the arrogant snob's ass. Over the past two and a half months, he'd come to know that Anton Gilles was just as arrogant, just as prejudiced, and just as much a prick as his father. So, when he'd used the band yesterday to make Anton ache to be fucked, he did so without any guilt or reservation, and he did it as much out of his hatred for Anton as he did it so that the experience would be one of the best for his friends. That he was Julius Gilles's son and he hated Julius Gilles more than anything was just icing on the cake as his father often said. Of course what the thirteen-year-old boy did not know at that time nor since was the power of that trance, nor the power of his great-grandfather's headband.

Annette was another one whom he'd started off on the road of depravity for much the same reasons. Initially he had used the band to make her sexually attracted to Billy Dean, but that was over a month ago, and it had been back when he'd just used it to transmit his thoughts and make it seem like the thoughts of the other person. That effect had worn off long ago. What she was doing now was of her own will and under her own control. That she'd actually fallen in love with the pimp and hustler he'd introduced her to and had gotten knocked up by him was all her own doing, not his.

Unlike her younger brothers who were eagerly and willingly engaged in sex at that very moment, one because he had discovered the joy of sex with other guys thanks to Cory and the other the result of the deep trance Cory had put him in, she was neither eager nor willing. She eased her lips up and down the filthy cock of the stranger she'd just met and sucked on the stiff, throbbing tube of flesh because she knew Billy would hit her or do something even worse, and because Billy had told her to and she did want to please him, and because she had no choice. She was not enjoying it, not at the moment, and she wouldn't think back about it with any enjoyment either. It was a filthy, perverted act, an act that people like Juan and Billy, ignorant, filthy, immoral immigrants, engaged in. A man's penis had only one purpose, and that was not to be sucked, just as there was only one act a woman and man should engage in, an act she and Billy used to engage in.

Juan of course was of no such mind as he stood there in the fourteen-year-old girl's bedroom getting his cock sucked. Like Billy, he was of the opinion that women were created for one purpose and one purpose only, and that was to bring a man pleasure, whether that was by cooking his food, having his baby, or getting his rocks off in whatever way he wanted. And, when it came to spoiled little fourteen-year-old middle-class white girls, that was even more so. Sex was great at any time, but even greater when the girl was unwilling, and even greater when it was a young white girl. That Billy was taping it and that it would be seen around the world tomorrow didn't really matter to him. Hell, he would have let Billy record it even if Billy hadn't offered him a cut of the profits just for the opportunity to get his cock sucked off by Billy's newest bitch.

Billy was right about her. She did give good head. Of course considering it had been Billy who had taught her that was no surprise. He closed his eyes and threw back his head in pleasure as his thick, brown cock throbbed and he felt his nuts swelling, and it wasn't acting for the camera. It felt awesome. He sighed loudly and as he felt his cum about to gush up the core of his cock, he told her he was coming. One thing he hated was when a bitch gagged at that peak of pleasure. Even though Annette knew and even though she tried to swallow his thick, bitter spooge as fast as he spurted it, she could not keep up and the thick, creamy spooge flowed from between her lips and down over her chin where it hung in pendants and then dropped to land on her breasts and to ooze down them, all caught on digital film by Billy and the hidden cam.

Cory was shooting his own load at that moment, shooting it up Annette's mother's throbbing cunt. He trembled with the pleasure of shooting off a load, his second that day, having woken up with a morning wood and having jacked it off thinking about the party the previous day. He grasped Antoinette's quivering, heaving body like a cowboy riding a bucking Brahma bull, Antoinette having reached her own orgasm, something she seldom failed to do when having sex with Cory unlike when she'd had sex with her husband, which was now well over a month ago. She heaved her hips upward and she gasped and panted for breath, her pussy slick with her juices and throbbing hotly as her young thirteen-year-old lover shot his watery cum up her vagina and rode her heaving body.

Anton and François were coming also, both dry, François being too young to cum yet and Anton's balls having drained yesterday and not yet fully recovered. The two brothers trembled and bucked with the ecstasy of their orgasms, their little cocklets throbbing and burning with that exquisite pleasure only boys know, and Anton's asshole throbbing and burning with the same pleasure as his cocklet. By impulse and thinking of the vid clip he'd seen yesterday, Anton wrapped his arms about his kid brother and kissed him.

"Oh yeah, that was fucking good," Juan sighed as he finally slipped his still stiff cock out of Annette's mouth. "You've got one talented woman here."

"Taught her everything I know," Billy said with a grin.

"You still want to do what we talked about?"

"Sure do." Annette looked at Billy apprehensively and then at Juan and back at Billy, a feeling of dread added to her shame as she continued to kneel there on the floor, her breasts and chin wet and sticky with Juan's cum and her mouth still coated with the foul slime. "Juan's got a gift for you from me for doing such a good job," Billy said. Juan opened up the leather suitcase he'd brought with him and took out an emerald belly button ring.

"My belly button isn't pierced," Annette said innocently as she took the gift. Juan's cum stuck to her tongue and she found it difficult to speak properly.

"Not yet," Billy said with a grin as Juan picked up his piercing gun. "And we thought this would be a great tattoo to remember the occasion by," he said, handing her one of the pictures in Juan's case.

While the Gilles's were enjoying themselves, Dominic had gone for a Sunday afternoon stroll in Westbank Park as he often did on the weekends, mainly to get away from his sister. She was particularly bitchy having been left twiddling her thumbs at home Friday night even though Kenneth Ballard had shown up on Saturday night, which had been another awkward forty-five minutes as Dominic was left with the instructions to entertain him while his sister purposefully dawdled up in her bedroom as punishment for Kenneth not taking her out the night before, the night that he'd spent at Cory's having sex with the boys, including young Dominic. What do you say to your sister's boyfriend after having fucked his ass the night before? And what do you say to your girlfriend's kid brother while you sit there in the living room waiting for her when the two of you had a wild orgy the previous day and had fallen asleep naked and in each other's arms? As the two had done previously, they pretended nothing had happened between them while both unable to think about anything else. Considering their age difference and his relationship with Dominic's sister, Kenneth was particularly embarrassed and feeling guilty.

To his surprise, Dominic spotted Kenneth and a few of his friends playing football in the park, and he stopped and sat down and watched. He wished he was as strong and muscular as Kenneth and that he was good at some sport. Maybe his dad would like him better if he was more athletic. Spotting Dominic a few minutes later, Kenneth blew off his friends, telling them he was tired from having a late night with Nicole, which resulted in some good-natured teasing and ribaldry, and walked over to the twelve-year-old boy.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"What you up to?"

"Just goin' for a walk."

"I see."

"You?"

"Just tossing the ol' football around for a while."

"I see."

"You wanna toss a while?"

"I don't know anything about tossing a football."

"It's easy. I'll teach you."

"Yeah?" Dominic asked brightly. He'd often wished his father would spend time with him playing sports, baseball, soccer, anything, but his father was always too busy, and even if he wasn't, he wasn't about to do something fun like that with him. He envied guys whose fathers took time for them, or who had older brothers. "I'm not very good at sports."

"Hey, all it takes is practice. Com'on."

And so they tossed the ball back and forth. Dominic was not lying. He didn't know how to throw, and he was even poorer at catching, but Kenneth was patient and began easy. He loved all sports and especially football and loved helping others learn the game, especially elementary-age kids just starting to discover the world of sports. Besides, he liked Dominic. He was, he knew, a decent, honest kid. Dominic was just happy someone was paying attention to him, and he tried to do his best to make Kenneth happy, just like he always tried to make others happy in his search for someone who would care about him even if Kenneth pushed him around. He knew that was his sister's fault, and that deep down, Kenneth wasn't the type of guy who bullied younger guys.

An hour went by without either noticing. Kenneth then showed him a few tackling moves, but with him at six-foot-two [1.88m] and two-hundred-and-twenty pounds [100kg] and Dominic at four-foot-seven [1.40m] and eighty pounds [36kg], Kenneth didn't really need any special move to bring Dominic to the ground, and Dominic needed a lot more weight and muscle to bring down the William Cleaver Senior High School quarterback. Their tackle practice soon became a playful wrestling match, which turned into a tickling contest. Another half hour went by quickly. Sitting on top of the muscular athlete, Dominic reached under his arms and tickled, sending Kenneth into convulsions of laughter. Bucking the slight boy off, Kenneth rolled over top of him and tickled his ribs until tears of laugher were trickling down his face and his high-pitched voice squealed even higher. Kenneth suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips, a lingering, loving kiss. They looked into each other's eyes with the same dazed gaze lovers reserve for each other. It was several seconds before they realized what they'd done and the two immediately turned red.

"That's what you get trying to best me at tickling," Kenneth joked awkwardly.

"Yeah, well, if I'd know that, I wouldn't have tried," Dominic replied uncomfortably. Getting kissed had been a surprise, and, it had felt good.

The two sat up on the grass and awkwardly glanced anywhere except at each other. Dominic didn't understand why Kenneth had kissed him and sat there feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Even more difficult to understand was how good that kiss had made him feel. Kenneth was just as surprised at what he'd done, and feeling guilty at the pleasure he'd felt.

"I guess I should be heading home."

"Yeah, me too."

They walked together in silence. Although it was slightly out of his way, Kenneth walked Dominic back to his place. "That was fun, this afternoon."

"Yeah," agreed Dominic. "A lot of fun."

"Maybe we can do it again some time."

"Yeah! That would be so awesome!"

"About what we did. You know, the kiss thing. That was just a joke. I wouldn't go around telling anyone about it. Certainly not your sister."

"Hey, no way," agreed Dominic as he made a face. The two high-fived and as Kenneth continued on up the street, Dominic floated up his walkway. It had been an awesome afternoon, one he'd relive a dozen times that evening and as he drifted off to sleep, including the kiss. His sister's boyfriend had kissed him, and it had been wonderful.

Kenneth would think about the afternoon for the rest of the day too. It had been fun. Of course he always enjoyed teaching younger kids football, but this had been special. He liked Dominic. He always had, even when he'd pushed him around because of Nicole, which he'd always felt guilty about afterward, and which he especially felt guilty about now. As he thought about the afternoon, and about the kiss, he felt a ripple of sexual arousal pass up his limp cock. Now that was crazy! He brushed the thoughts of Dominic out of his mind guiltily and thought about the upcoming football game, and when that didn't work, about the homework assignment he still had to do for school, but his mind kept returning to Dominic, and the kiss, with the same physical response. He'd kissed a twelve-year-old boy, and not only that, the kid brother of his girlfriend. And he'd felt aroused while they'd done it!

"A computer?" asked Cory in surprise.

"You deserve one of your own," Matt Wilson said.

"Maybe your friend Ben can suggest what would be a good one to buy," Marian suggested.

"Oh yeah, he's a whiz at that sort of stuff! Thanks!"

"You've earned it," his mother responded with a smile. "And we've invited the Gilles's over for Thanksgiving this Saturday."

"Thanksgiving?"

"Yes. As our way of thanking them for letting you live with them this past three weeks."

"Thanksgiving, here, at our house, on Saturday."

"Yes," Marian replied, her lips curling in amusement with their surprise, but also sensing Cory's concern like any good mother. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Ah, no. Ah, you know, ah, well, that they're nudists, the Gilles's."

"So your father has told me," Marian Wilson said with another smile. Exactly what Matt had said about seeing the couple nude she would not share. Cory was after all only thirteen, and they had been good enough to look after him all this time. Not everyone was built like Mister and Mrs. Universe. "Surely they wear clothes when they go visiting others."

"Well 3; maybe 3; most others maybe."

"Most others?" his parents asked together, both knowing there was something their son knew that he wasn't telling them.

"Well, they sort of think you're nudists too."

"Why would they ever think that?" asked Matt Wilson, voicing his wife's very same thought.

"Well, I didn't want to embarrass them or nothing, you know, being their guest and everything, and so, well, when they explained they went about nude in their house, well, I said we did too."

Matt and Marian looked at each other, back at Cory, and back at each other. Cory had helped them out by suggesting living with the Gilles, and under his circumstances, they couldn't blame him for his little white lie. They had left him alone, for three weeks with what were practically total strangers.

"Well, I suppose we could pretend, for one evening."

"Cool," Cory replied with relief. He'd gotten out of that one a lot easier than he'd expected.

That Saturday he went to the mall with Ben, much to Ben's delight, to check out the computers at Computer Zone, a particularly fun pastime. Just as much fun was seeing Molly flashing her boobs and her pussy at total strangers, even the mall's skanky old security guard. When he took her by the arm and escorted her up the mall, neither boy felt sorry that she'd gotten in trouble, and in fact they delighted in the assumption he was going to be reprimanding her, and probably reporting her to her parents. It was just punishment for the teasing and bullying she'd done at Ben's expense.

Seeing Molly had not been a surprise, Cory having instigated her addiction to exposing herself to the most undesirable men and boys in Riverside. Seeing Anton in the men's washroom was. The skinny twelve-year-old was wearing a spiked dog collar with a chain that looped down his right torso and under his right arm and back up to the collar, two pendant, pink crystal earrings, a tight, ripped beater-type T-shirt which revealed his right nipple, which was sporting a bell bar nipple piercing, and ripped tight jeans showing off his assets, and the fact he wasn't wearing any underwear. Cory almost didn't recognize him, and when he did, he didn't know what to say or think. Dressing up like that had certainly not been included in the thoughts he'd had in his mind when he'd put Anton in the cock-hungry/I-need-my-ass-fucked trance on Friday, at least not that he was aware of.

The surprises continued with the arrival of the Gilles that night. Antoinette had phoned earlier to confirm that it was a clothing optional evening, and in courtesy to their hosts, the family had arrived naked under their coats. Anton sported in addition to his earrings, dog collar and chain, not one but two bell bar nipple rings and a narrow metal cock ring besides. He had been wearing them at home and to the mall since Sunday, and under his school uniform during the week except of course the earrings which the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys would never allow, and like in the mall, minus his underwear. He had also spent every break and every noon lunch hanging out in the boys' room and checking out the guys at the urinals.

Annette was sporting an emerald belly button ring which matched her emerald nose stud, which like Anton she removed while at school, the Gladys Harper Private School for Girls strictly forbidding any makeup or jewellery, and she had a flame tattooed on her butt cheek with the words 'hot ass' encircling it. The accessories of both siblings had been the subject of a long and heated argument at home the previous Sunday. Julius was infuriated and demanded they remove their newly obtained jewellery and was ready to take Annette to a doctor's and have her tattoo removed. Her tears and explanation that she'd had no choice, and that if she did as her father was demanding Billy would just do something worse next time only provided Julius the justification for his prejudice and a prime example of what happened when decent people associated with such lowlife.

Anton's claim that he'd expressed an interest in getting a piercing also after seeing his sister, and that he'd selected his accessories himself and had willingly participated in the piercing of his ears only further supported his father's opinions. Antoinette, upset to see her innocent daughter corrupted by the black pervert nonetheless understood her position and supported her claim that they'd best leave what was done be. As for Anton, she was even more upset in that he'd done what he'd done willingly, but she didn't blame him. He'd been becoming more and more sullen and irritable like his father by the day, and she placed the blame directly on him for not having a better influence on his boys. The upshot of it all was that there was nothing either one of them could do about Billy's Sunday 'family special' other than worry about what else he might have in mind for Annette and Anton, or the others of their family, with his next visit.

Not really having anything in common, the pre-dinner conversation was awkward and stilted. Antoinette confessed they were newbies at the nudism thing, and Marian said they were too, wisely not telling her it had been less than an hour. Fortunately they did not have to wait long for dinner. Marian was an excellent cook, and she and her husband assumed the Gilles's were fond of food from their weight, which was true. Conversation went a bit easier, the meal putting everyone in a good mood and giving them something in common to talk about.

Matt noticed that during the meal François and Julian were covertly checking out his wife every chance they got. Considering they were boys and she had a good figure for thirty-seven, he was not surprised. Marian also could not help noticing that Annette and Juliette were checking out her husband on the sly too, and like her husband, given their age and that he was handsome in a mature way, she was not surprised either. Both noted that Antoinette was particularly attentive to Cory, almost fawning, but then Cory was an outgoing, personable young boy. Little did they know that each time she looked at them Antoinette wondered if she should tell them she was carrying their son's baby, and what they would think and do when they did find out. Cory, much too focussed on the turkey supper with all the trimmings and thoughts of the pumpkin pie with whipped cream for dessert, and having spent the last three weeks with the Gilles, didn't really notice the stolen glances. Julius, embarrassed by the vulgar display of his oldest daughter and middle son and believing socializing with such common and unimportant folk as Cory's parents a waste of time and beneath him, had come under duress and was too occupied making an impression to notice the behaviour of his family. His snooty, superior attitude did make an impression on Cory's parents, which made them all the more sorry for having made their son endure his company for three weeks. Matt and Marian were truly thankful when supper was over and the Gilles's apologized for having to leave so soon afterward. It had been an intense two hours, but it was over, and best of all, they hadn't dropped anything hot in their lap.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Jogging? With the three of you?"

"Yes. It will be good training for you. Your performance these past few games has been far from satisfactory. Besides, I've noticed you've been putting on some extra weight."

Julian was about to retort that his father had no room to talk on either account. Their game had sucked all season, and a large part of it had to do with his father's incompetence as a coach. That was the plain and simple truth. No matter what Bob Moser's faults were, nobody could deny he knew soccer and he knew how to coach. Both Julian and his father knew many of the team wished he was back, even if he was a drug-pushing pedo fag, which some still believed he was despite the court having said otherwise. And, as far as weight, his father had been packing on the pounds too. Even though Cory had been gone now for two weeks, his mother was still cooking rich meals and desserts which none of them could resist.

"I'd really rather not."

"It's not a choice."

"That's not fair!" His younger sister had gotten her belly button pierced and a provocative tattoo on her backside, and had gotten herself knocked up by a nigger, and his younger brother, well, his behaviour recently had totally weirded the whole family out. Yet in the end, after a violent explosion and a lot of ranting and raving on his father's part, they got off scot free. He, on the other hand, because of his father's inept coaching and his mother's baking, was going to be punished by going out jogging with his father and brothers. That so sucked.

Julius could not agree more but he couldn't say so. Life was not fair, what he was asking Julian to do did suck, and he didn't want him to join him jogging any more than Julian wanted to go with him. The point was, Julian didn't have a choice, and nor did he. Bob Moser and Lane Spudder had been particularly angry after their loss to Weaver Central High School on Saturday and justifiably so, wchs being one of the weakest teams in the league and until Saturday hadn't won a game. Humiliating him and his sons that night, making him lick Lad clean after getting fucked and making his sons beg to be fucked, had not been enough. They demanded they bring Julian with them next time so they could tell him first hand what they thought of him being team captain.

He'd begged Bob not to, there in the park naked and on his knees in front of his two boys, telling him he'd do anything and everything he asked if he'd spare Julian. He was aware of the darts of hatred from his other two boys and he knew they were thinking why spare Julian when he hadn't tried to spare them. He hadn't had a choice then either. Actually, the truth was he hadn't known back then the extent of the animosity and perversity of Bob Moser and young Lane Spudder. He'd expected their humiliation and abuse to be a one time thing, not an ongoing punishment now entering its tenth week, and he'd expected they'd be forced to perform the one perverted act, not debased to the point where Bob couldn't possibly come up with anything else.

Nothing other than threaten to reveal what he and his sons had been doing in the park and to force him to extend their perverted orgies to include his oldest son. Of course Bob had no evidence, but as Bob had said, people were condemned without evidence, even if they were innocent, and he and his sons were far from innocent. His coaching job, as poorly as he'd done, was his foot in the door to the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys. He couldn't lose it after finally getting it after all these years. And if word about their perverted acts got out, not only would he lose his job teaching at Lincoln Junior High, as much as he was hating it more and more each day, but he'd never get another teaching job in the country. And there were his sons. They'd be kicked out of the Academy and would have to go to the public schools, and further humiliated by having the perverted activities they'd been engaging in gossiped about town.

He had no choice. He'd explained that to his two sons on the way home but he knew they hadn't believed him. Anton in particular was becoming more and more defiant. He'd always resented being the middle boy, and now that he was about to enter his teens his attitude had gotten even worse. When Julian joined them in his sweats the next day they evidently had not warned him what he was about to have happen to him. That didn't mean they understood there was no choice. It meant they hated Julian for what was happening to them as much as they hated him. Why had his life become such a disaster?

And so they parked in the parking lot and jogged along the walking path through Westbank Park, veering off the trail and heading toward the dense bushes along the west side near the freeway. Anton and François normally approached the dense tree line with a mix of excitement, desire, despair, and apprehension. They looked forward to the enjoyment and physical pleasure of having sex, especially raw and unrestrained sex, but they dreaded just as strongly the humiliation and the worry just what Bob and Lane might have in mind next. Like their father, just as they thought things could not get worse, Bob Moser came up with a new and even more degrading twist. This day, they approached with the added anxiety of having their older brother with them, with the anxiety of what he might be made to do, especially considering it was him who Bob and Lane hated, not them, and the even greater anxiety of him finding out just what they and their father had been doing these past two months.

Julius pushed his way through the bushes with much the same feelings. On the one hand he was anxious to get humped by Lad, but on the other he hated what was happening to his sons, and he hated even more what was about to happen to Julian and what Julian was about to learn about him and his brothers. In fact, he'd come prepared to have a showdown with Bob Moser. A man can only take so much. Stepping into the clearing, he was surprised to find not just Bob and Lane, but Spence Spudder also. Now including one of the boys he was coaching was going too far! He glanced around for Lad and was relieved, in part anyway, that the German Shepard was not there.

"No, your shaggy lover hasn't arrived," Bob said with a smirk. "But I'm glad to see you've brought the star of the rgab Soccer Team. Maybe he can take your lover's place."

Julius glared at Bob as his two youngest sons stood there uncertain what to do. Normally they'd immediately stripped, and were whipped if they didn't. Julian stared at the three in the clearing in surprise. What were they doing here, and what did Bob Moser mean about his father's shaggy lover?

"Actually, we were discussing what we'd do before you got here, which is right on time I notice," Bob said with a leer. "We figured it only appropriate Spence show his appreciation to Julian for his leadership as the new team captain, you know, ex-captain to captain, and perhaps you and I should pair up, coach to ex-coach. I'm sure your other two boys can keep Lane occupied, especially your little bottom boy." Julian blushed, knowing Bob was referring to him.

"Actually, with his chain and collar, I thought maybe he should take Lad's place if he didn't show," observed Lane. Bob and Spence had laughed when he'd suggested it while they'd been waiting, and they laughed again. Anton blushed even more and Julius turned red with embarrassment and anger. Life was bad enough without Anton making it worse.

"There won't be any pairing up and any anyone taking anyone's place, not today, not ever again. It's over."

"You sure you want to do that?"

"I should have refused the very first day."

"Like I told you Saturday, I'm sure the board at rgab and the Trustees for Riverside Public will be most interested to hear about your secret pastimes."

"You'll have no proof, and if it comes to your word versus mine, I know which of us people will believe." Julius was not above using Bob's undeserved reputation against him when it came to protecting himself and his sons.

"People don't need proof to pass judgement on you. Especially when it comes to judging people in your position, a coach and a teacher. I of all people should know that. As should you."

Bob was right. "I don't care," Julius bluffed.

"And you don't care when the truth comes out about your two sons?"

"You'd have to incriminate yourselves to do that," Julius challenged.

"Oh, I don't think so," Bob said with a smile. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he took out several pictures and handed them to Julius. Julius blanched at the sight of him naked and on his hands and knees getting humped by Lad, and of the pictures of his sons getting their asses fucked and clearly enjoying it. The two guys fucking them were positioned such that you couldn't tell their identities though you could that of himself and his sons.

"Where, where, where did you get these?"

"Don't matter. We got more. A lot more. You and your sons kissing for example, and snowballing. Now I'm sure that will impress the Trustees at rgab."

"Dad? What's going on? What is he talking about, kissing and snowballing? We've never been anywhere where there's been snow. And we've never-at least not you and I 3;"

"Enough talking," Bob interrupted. "Your daddy can tell you all about it on your way home. Now look what you've done. With all this gabbing you've cooled off, and you know we like you hot and sweaty. Drop and give us fifty pushups."

Julius glared at the man but he knew with the pictures now he really had no choice. "I'll do what you want, anything. Just let Julian go."

"Next time you don't jump to obey or you open your mouth to say anything other than 'yes sir,' this picture goes up in the Lincoln Junior High boys washroom," Bob said, holding up the picture of Julius and Lad. "And the second time, one of these of your boys in the Glencoe Academy washroom, and the third time we'll see the soccer team finds one in the lockers. You," Bob snorted with amusement, "get the picture?"

Julius did, and he knew Bob Moser would do it. So did Anton and François, who were horrified to think that anyone in the public school would see the picture of their dad getting fucked by a dog, or anyone at rgab would see one of them getting screwed. As Bob began to raise an eyebrow, the three of them dropped to the ground. Julian stared at them, and then at Bob, and at the picture he was holding. He slowly dropped to the ground also, totally shocked and bewildered.

Fifty pushups later, the four stood, gasping for breath and sweating like pigs. Bob, Lane and Spence had stripped in the meantime, and Bob ordered the four of them to do likewise. Julius and his two younger sons were used to the routine and pulled off their jogging sweaters and pushed down their jogging pants in silent humiliation. Julian did so much more self-consciously, and as absurd as the thought was, he had a good idea why they were doing it, especially with Moser and the Spudders already naked.

Ordering Julius, Anton and Julian to their knees, Bob ordered Julius and Anton to show Julian how skilled they were at getting him and Lane up. Blushing with embarrassment and seething with anger, anger at Bob Moser and at himself for being unable to prevent what was happening, Julius picked up Moser's limp cock, slipped his lips over it and began to suck as he slid his lips up and down the shaft. He could only imagine what his son was thinking, seeing his father kneeling there naked and sucking another man's cock. Painfully conscious of his older brother watching, Anton similarly picked up Lane's limp cock and leaned forward and began to lick it. It was humiliating, but the truth was he loved cock, he loved the way it tasted, he loved the way it smelled, and he was looking forward to being fucked by the good-looking, darkly tanned, athletic teenager. Although Lane had told him about what was going on yesterday, Spence could not believe what he was seeing, his despised coach sucking the cock of Bob Moser, and his pretentious and clearly faggot son licking the dick of his thirteen-year-old kid brother. Julian was having an even greater problem with what he was seeing.

"Okay, enough observing," said Bob as he looked at Julian, "this isn't brain surgery. Get to your knees and do Spence."

Julian looked at him blankly. No way. Not in a million years! Not anybody, and certainly not his teammate and classmate.

"What I told your ol'man goes for you too sport. You just had your one and only chance. Hesitate again, and your ol'man's picture goes up in the boy's room at his school, and then one of your brothers in your school, just like I told your ol'man." Bob smiled. "What do you think your teammates will say when they see a picture of your brother getting it up the ass, or how long it will take for the news your dad and their coach likes getting it on with a dog?" Julian knew very well what they'd say, and what they'd think about him. "All right," Bob said with a shrug. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

"No! No. I'll, I'll do it."

"Too late. You got to learn I mean what I say, and I don't repeat it twice. As you can see your father and brother have learned that."

Julian looked at his father and brother sucking on the now stiff cocks and he thought about his humiliation when his teammates saw Anton's picture. And Bob Moser was right. Word about his dad being fucked by a dog would spread like wildfire.

"Please. I'll do it!"

"Now you're going to have to drop on your knees and beg for it."

Julian looked at his ex-coach and teacher in dismay. He knew Bob Moser. He knew the man had always meant what he said as a teacher and a coach. He knew he meant what he'd just said. He dropped to his knees. "Please," he whispered. "Please let me suck your 3; you."

"Well, not very sincere, but it'll do for today." Bob looked at Spence. "Give him a couple weeks and he'll be as appreciative as his faggot father and brothers."

A couple weeks? Faggot father and brothers? As he stared at Spence's fat cock dangling before his eyes, he could not believe what was happening. He could not believe what they wanted him to do. He slowly and hesitantly reached out. He had no choice. That should perhaps be the theme song of the men in the Gilles family he thought. As he hesitantly picked up Spence's limp cock his skin crawled. Just touching another guy down there was disgusting. He opened his mouth and began to slip his mouth over the knob. He gagged. The others laughed. He tried again with the same result. Inhaling deeply, he slipped his lips over it. He wished he would die. He felt Spence swelling in his mouth. He sucked and slid his lips down his swelling cock as he'd seen his father do.

"Okay, now rim each other and get those holes loose and slippery."

Julian had no idea what that meant, but soon found out as his kid brother shuffled over to him and began to lick his asshole and work up a mouthful of spit to blow up his ass, and as his father shuffled over and did the same to Anton. Fuck, he couldn't possibly do that, not to his own father! He knew he had no choice. He gagged as he ran his tongue up his father's hairy crack. Like his father, he was developing a good covering of hair himself, his forearms and shins already having a thick growth of dark brown hair, and of course his pits and his pubes. He was even starting to shave, not often, but several times a month, and had hairs along his ass crack, and around his nipples and in the centre of his chest. He quivered as he felt his kid brother's tongue working on his asshole. Fuck, he knew the little prick was queer the moment he'd shown up at supper with the earrings, but he didn't know just how much of a one he was. He was fucking enjoying this.

Anton was. Despite his embarrassment licking his older brother's asshole, and having his father lick and blow his spit up his, he found the act itself enjoyable. Ever since he'd been repeatedly fucked at Cory's party he found the idea of having sex with other guys, and especially arousing them, erotic. He loved guys, and he loved pleasing them. Several minutes later as he bent over and grabbed his ankles as he spread his legs, he inhaled deeply in anticipation and desire as Lane Spudder placed the tip of his cock against his asshole. Lane had lots of experience fucking his kid brother, and he had a lot of experience being fucked, and Lane's four inches [10cm] was a lot easer to take than Bob Moser's monster cock.

Julius had often wondered how his son was able to take that long, thick cock up his ass, and he was now finding out just how stuffed it felt as Bob rammed his thick, seven inches [18cm] up his rectum. It was a big difference compared to the slender, slimy dog cock he was used to having, not just in size, but in lack of lubrication. As he strained to accept the thick hunk of cockmeat, he grunted and snorted with the effort, his heart sinking to a new low as he knew how he must sound to his three sons.

It being Spence's first time, and Julian's, the two high school studs had much more difficulty getting started, Spence's cock first slipping up along Julian's ass crack, and then down to poke his balls. Growing frustrated and angry, he placed the tip of his cock against Julian's asshole and grasping his hips, he pushed forward. It hurt but he persisted, because his kid brother had managed to stick Julian's faggot brother, and Bob Moser had sunk his humongous cock up Julian's father's butt, and mostly because he hated Julian, he hated him for having been given the team captain's position over him, because he was an arrogant jerk, and because he was Goosey Gilles's son. For those reasons he endured the pain, and for those reasons he savagely rammed his thick, six inches [15cm] up Julian's tight hole. As he felt it entering, he trembled with the awesomeness of having his stiff cock surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh. Spence Spudder was no virgin, having lost his virginity back in grade ten at the age of fifteen when he was captain of the soccer team, to Debbie Myers. Julian's asshole was a lot like her cunt, except tighter.

As he watched his family getting fucked, François could not help feeling envious. Going to the park every day to engage in sex with another guy was humiliating and disgusting, but he was nine and he'd come to enjoy the physical sensation of having a hard, hot cock slipping in and out of his rectum and the throbbing boner and dry climax that resulted. Although initially prodded and encouraged by Cory through use of Cory's headband, he was no longer under such influence and his motivation was strictly that of a nine-year-old boy enjoying the pleasure sex brought him. So, when Bob Moser told him to finger fuck his asshole and to step in front of Anton so Anton could suck his cocklet, François readily did so.

Anton didn't mind. He no longer cared whose cock he got nor how he got it, in the mouth or up the ass. Getting it both ways and at the same time was double the pleasure. He eagerly sucked on his kid brother's little three-inch [7½cm] cocklet while François finger fucked himself, and he eagerly worked his sphincter in time with Lane's plunges and withdrawals. He was being fucked by his schoolmate but he didn't care. Hell, he'd seen him practically every day for the past two months knowing that Lane was regularly fucking his kid brother so seeing him tomorrow and knowing he'd fucked him today didn't make any difference. If he showed up in the boys' washroom tomorrow at school, he'd eagerly drop his pants for him, or suck him off if that's what he wanted. So far he hadn't propositioned any of the boys he'd been spying on in the washroom in fear of being reported, but he'd come close to it, and he knew it wouldn't be a problem with Lane.

Lane was aware of Anton's new fixation, guys at school talking about him hanging around the boys' washroom and checking them out, and as of last night, of his newest fashions. There was no question the kid was queer, and that made the revenge he was seeking against his older brother and his father all the more excellent. Despite Bob Moser's assurances that he was perfectly normal, the fact that he was regularly having sex with another guy, and enjoying it, had bothered him. Hearing about Anton and seeing how much he dug it yesterday, he realized the difference between them. He loved getting his nuts off; Anton loved cock. There was a big difference. So he now rammed his teenage cock in and out of Anton's hot, moist hole, delighting in fucking ass and the throbbing of his cock, not really caring which Gilles he was doing.

Bob Moser smiled as he saw Lane furiously and eagerly fucking Anton Gilles. He'd been worried about the boy recently and was glad to see him come around. He'd always believed that sex between guys was perfectly normal, whether it be men and men, boys and boys, or men and boys, though for years he kept his opinions to himself and was content to read about such things on the Internet and fantasize about doing them. The court case, and the discovery of Julius's Gilles's secret perversion in the park, had changed that. He was glad to put into practice what he believed, first with Lane and now with Spence, even if their motivation was hatred and revenge. That was, after all, his motivation. He was screwing Julius Gilles because Julius Gilles had literally screwed him, and he was doing one better, he was seeing to it that Julius's three sons were getting screwed too.

That was Spence's motivation. How many nights had he lain awake cursing Julius Gilles for taking Bob Moser's place, and for replacing him with his own son? How many nights had he cursed the two of them and plotted revenge? He'd thought of all kinds of imaginative things as only a sixteen-year-old boy can, imaginative, painful and impossible things, especially after every game they lost. He hadn't considered raping them. When Lane had told him last night what he and Bob Moser had been doing, he couldn't believe it, and when he said Bob had suggested telling him and inviting him to join them on Sunday, and that Goosey was bringing Julian to break him in, he'd thought it was an elaborate joke, something a thirteen-year-old would dream up as a fantasy. When he realized Lane wasn't joking, he wasn't sure if he'd enjoy it. Fortunately he was angry enough over the loss to Weaver Central High School he'd agreed to come along. He was glad he had. This was even more freaking wicked than Lane had said it would be.

Although it seemed to be forever to Julius and Julian, it was not that long before Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers reached their orgasms. For the two horny, vengeful teenagers it was delightful, not just the physical sensation of spurting, but the psychological pleasure of filling the two Gilles brothers with their hot, gooey spunk. Lane even had to admit getting off up Julian Gilles's ass was even hotter than the first time he'd gotten off up Debbie Myer's cunt. Bob of course found particular joy finally shooting his spooge up Julius Gilles's ass.

Of the three Gilles getting fucked, only Anton squirmed and tensed with pure joy, knowing the pleasure that Lane Spudder was feeling and delighting not just in the physical pleasure of having his asshole filled with hot, watery teen cum, but in the psychological pleasure of bringing such delight to another boy, and the eroticism of having had sex with a boy. It was as good as coming himself, and in fact, the combined pleasures brought him over the peak and he trembled and gasped with his own orgasm. Even though dry, it was as pleasurable as that of the others.

Of course François was squirming with delight also as he too reached his dry orgasm, from finger fucking himself and from Anton's sucking. The nine-year-old trembled and inhaled deeply as the still strange and powerful ripples of orgasm pulsated through his cocklet and up his rectum. Julius found no such delight in having his rectum filled with spooge, this time a man's rather than a dog's. He realized even more than ever before just how much he loved Lad, and how much he loved having the German Shepard shooting his stuff up his ass. And he realized even more than ever before how humiliating and debasing being screwed by a guy was. He'd always felt embarrassed for his two sons, and now he felt even more so, and especially for his oldest son, this being Julian's first time, and he knew with heavy heart, far from his last.

As he felt Spence grasp his hips even more tightly than he had been and lunge forward and draw back with long, slow strokes as he quivered and gasped, it took Julian a few moments to realize what was happening. When he did, he shivered also, not with ecstasy as were his two brothers and Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers, but with revulsion. His skin crawled and he never felt so dirty and ashamed in his life. He'd just been fucked by a guy, and had his ass filled with the guy's spunk, like he was a woman. He'd never felt so filthy and so used as he imagined Spence's sperm swimming up his rectum. The only good thing about it was that his humiliation and debasement were over. Little did he know!

"That was fucking hot," Bob sighed with genuine pleasure as he finally withdrew his cock. It had been especially good, and a long time coming. "Before you felch your boys, lick me clean." Julius looked up at him with disgust but not with any surprise knowing Bob would do everything he could think of to humiliate him in front of Julian. He quickly obeyed, much to the amusement of Bob and the others and to the humiliation of his three sons. As embarrassing and humiliating as it was, he knew they'd understand. If those pictures ever got out 3; . He ran his tongue over Bob's semierect cock, licking off the spooge and the ass slime that streaked it from tip to base. He'd made sure he'd gone to the bathroom long before, and had cleaned his rectum with his finger wrapped in toilet paper in anticipation of Lad fucking him so at least his asshole had been relatively clean. He kept his eyes diverted from Julian. He could only imagine what his son must be thinking.

"Oh yeah, that was almost as great as fucking your fat ass," sighed Bob. "Actually, before you felch your boys, I got one more thing for you to do. I have to take one hell of a piss."

The thought of pissing in Julius's mouth in front of his sons had just come to him out of the blue, along with a split-second image of Jacob Schuller jacking off while being pissed on by two boys for the strangest reason. With a wicked grin, he aimed his still erect cock at Julius, who was still kneeling there on the grass before him, and overcoming the inhibiting factor of being erect a few seconds later, he began filling Julius's mouth with piss. Of course Julius could not swallow as fast as Bob was pissing, and the overflow flowed out of his gaping mouth, over his chin, and down his chest in a yellow flood. Bob really did have to go, having sucked back half a dozen beers while waiting for his scheduled sex session. It was pale and diluted, but it was a full bladder full.

Julius swallowed the warm, salty piss and fought the impulse to upchuck. Where Bob Moser got such filthy, perverted ideas he'd never understand. Just when he thought the man could not come up with anything more perverted, he did. Smelling now of piss and his mouth tasting of the foul, salty, nitrogenous urine, Julius sat back on his heels and applied his lips to Anton's asshole, sucking out Lane Spudder's cum. He sucked deeply and wormed his tongue up the twelve-year-old's hole, thoroughly cleaning his ass of cum, and giving him a dry orgasm besides, much to Anton's embarrassment and Julius's disgust. What sort of pervert son had he raised that he got his nuts off getting rimmed by his father? He realized the absurdity of that thought coming from a man who'd just swallowed a gallon of piss and sucked the cum from his twelve-year-old son's ass.

Feeling a sudden need to take a leak himself, Lane stepped forward and let loose. Julius knelt there helplessly as he washed down the boy's cum that he had just sucked out of Anton's asshole with the boy's piss. It was much darker and much more nitrogenous than Bob's had been and the odour markedly stronger. So was the foul taste of the warm liquid. Like Bob, Lane found he really had to go, and as in the case of Bob, Julius could not swallow it as fast as Lane emptied his bladder. The thirteen-year-old's warm, foul piss flowed out of his gaping mouth, down over his chin and down his flabby chest, soaking his thick chest hairs, and down to his crotch, soaking his pubic hairs and flooding over his dangling cock and balls.

His mouth 'refreshed' as Bob put it, Julius pulled apart the asscheeks of his oldest son and began to felch him, sucking out Spence Spudder's thick, teen cum and worming his tongue up his hole to clean it, eager to have this done and finished with and knowing Bob Moser was watching to be sure he did a thorough job. Julian, having never even heard of felching before never mind having it done to him, opened his asshole wide out of instinct, and pushed out to help his father get his tongue up his asshole and get the foul deed done. In the process of doing so, to his horror, he felt a turd begin to ease out of his rectum. He immediately stopped pushing, but by then it was too late, and before either of them knew it, Julius had sucked the foul cylinder of shit into his mouth. At first he hadn't realized exactly what had happened, having felched his sons many times now and nothing like it having happened before. As he felt the solid piece of shit slide into his mouth and tasted the pasty goo, he did slowly realize, and in his shock his instant reaction was one of anger. How dare his son do something so foul! It was not his doing that the boy had been raped, or that he was suffering the humiliation of having his father suck his rapist's cum from his ass. Well, maybe it was his fault, but it was still no reason to do what he'd done! His two brothers had never done such a thing, not in all the times he'd sucked their asses.

Reacting totally on impulse and out of anger, he scooped up the foul paste laying on his tongue as he stood, and grasping Julian and spinning him around, he smashed the brown turd in his face, attempting to shove it in his son's mouth. Julian of course immediately clamped his lips shut, and Julius only managed to smear his lips and get the sticky paste up his nose. His eyes blazing with anger, for having had his son shit in his mouth, and for having his attempt to shove the turd down his son's throat, he smeared the rest of the foul, sticky crap on Julian's cheeks and forehead, and finally wiping his hand off on his son's chest.

As he stood there glaring at his son, he slowly realized what he'd just done, and how unjust his anger had been. It had been Julian's first time being felched, and he'd surely had no idea what to expect or what to do. It was a most unfortunate accident, but he certainly had not done it on purpose. His actions on the other hand were no accident. Feeling as remorseful as seconds ago he'd felt anger, he stared at his shocked, horrified son in sympathy and regret. The boy was practically in tears. He had to make it up to him somehow. He had to show him that he did love him, and there was only one way he knew how one expressed his love. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he kissed him, passionately and forcefully with love, pressing his own lips against Julian's shit-smeared ones, and he did the only thing he could possibly do to make amends, he began to clean his face with his tongue. He had to. He deserved it for the foul, angry deed he'd just done. He licked the foul shit paste from his lips, from his downy cheeks, and from his forehead. He swallowed the acrid paste and licked again, smearing his now brown-tainted spit over his son's face, licking up the remaining chunks of paste and the foul smears and swallowing it. He worked up more spit and licked off the brown spittle. He continued down to his chest, licking the brown smears from his broad, firm muscles, licking his chest hairs and his shit-smeared nipples, licking until there wasn't a trace of the foul crap anywhere.

"All right!" snorted Bob in genuine surprise and amusement. He, like the others, had stood there in just as much shock and surprise as Julian had as Julius had smeared his face and chest with his crap, and had then proceeded to lick him off. "That was fucking wild! What a fucking performance!" he gushed. "And I got something I know you'll like to reward you with."

Telling François to step forward, he had the boy cup his hands under his ass and he proceeded to take the biggest dump he'd taken in a long time, pushing out turd after turd into the nine-year-old boy's awaiting hands. It formed a yellow-brown mush with the distinctive aroma of shit that had been baking in alcohol.

Lane and Spence suddenly felt the same need and had the same idea, and calling over François's two brothers, they too took a dump, Spence filling Julian's cupped hands with his thick, light-brown turds, and Lane similarly filling Anton's with his slightly darker version. The air was rank with the stink of shit as the three brothers stood there in total revulsion and humiliation with their hands filled with mounds of hot, steaming turds.

Bob first had Julius clean his ass, rimming him and worming his tongue into his asshole, licking him clean, and then had him do Lane and Spence. He did so eagerly, hungrily, his cock slowly rising in arousal as he sucked and licked first Bob Moser's asshole, and then the holes of sons' classmates including the grade eleven student he coached. And when he was done, he looked at the mounds of hot shit in his sons' hands as if they were the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. He shuffled forward still on his knees and bit into the stinking yellow-brown mush François was holding, sucking it into his mouth and swallowing the foul paste and then licking his nine-year-old son's fingers clean, and accepting a mouth of his nine-year-old son's piss to wash it down. It had been François who's announced he had to take a leak, the urge suddenly coming upon him, and knowing he would not be able to hold it until Bob Moser and the Spudders had left. After what had happened, it only seemed natural he piss in his father's mouth. To be honest, as the youngster stood there filling his dad's mouth with his dark yellow, salty piss, he felt justified. It served his father right for not protecting him, for making him and his brothers accompany him to the park each day.

Julius could see the revenge in his young son's eyes, and he did not blame him. What sort of father let his nine-year-old son be repeatedly raped and forced into performed the lurid, profane acts François was being forced to perform? What sort of father took such delight in the taste of shit and piss? It was with delight that he went on to Anton and hungrily devoured Lane's pile of shit as if his turds were some exotic cylinders of sweet pastry, and that he licked his son's fingers off like a little kid licking chocolate icing from his fingers. When his son announced that he too had to take as piss, he thirstily opened his mouth and drank down his son's hot, nitrogenous piss as if it were lemonade.

As he went on to Julian and began to eat Spence's pile of turds, he could not help notice his youngest two sons had popped boners, and the sight, and realizing his own erotic arousal, caused his own cock to rise up, to the amusement of Bob Moser and the two Spudders. He could not explain it but he was aroused, by the smell and taste of shit, by the perversity of greedily eating and swallowing the foul, stinking turds, by the thought of drinking warm, putrid urine. He was like a man demented, and perhaps he was, having finally snapped under the pressure and humiliation day after day. He sucked off his son's filthy, shit caked fingers, and opened his mouth to wash the foul paste down with his own son's hot, yellow piss.

As Julian stood there totally in shock and in such disgust he wanted to puke, his mind felt like it was about to explode. This was insane. They were all inmates in an insane asylum. He had just gotten raped, as had his father and his brother. He'd just watched his father lick and suck ass, and then hungrily devour three loads of crap like he was eating chocolate pudding, and drink his own sons' piss. This was mad. He was mad. He had to be. As he'd stood there watching his father kneeling before him and stuffing his mouth with foul, stinking turds, he'd felt aroused, and when his father was done, he'd felt an overwhelming need to not just piss, but to piss in his father's mouth. As his stream dwindled, he wondered how he was ever going to look his father in the face again. As far as that went, how was he going to face Spence at school tomorrow? He wasn't even sure how he was going to possibly see his girl tonight as he'd promised after what he'd just done.

Debased, humiliated, and speechless, the four Gilles's dressed and left the clearing, feeling more guilty, more shameful, and dirtier than they ever felt in their lives. Never had they engaged in anything so filthy and disgusting. Bob, Lane and Spence had been just as stunned as they had dressed, and they now stared at the departing foursome just as speechless. Turning to face each other, a slight, embarrassed smile slowly curling their lips, they high-fived and left the clearing also. It had been weird, and totally disgusting, but undescribably and delightfully rewarding. It had also been a bit disturbing, and something they were not about to admit, arousing also.

"Fucking son of a bitch! I've never seen anything fucking like that!"

"Sure you have. In that picture we saw at Mister Schuller's. The one of the guy in a Nazi uniform taking a dump in the prisoner's mouth."

"Oh yeah, but I mean for fucking real! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! And fucking sick!"

"Oh yeah," agreed Cory with a wide grin. Although not as surprised as the participants, he was surprised how things had turned out. He had nothing to do with Julian taking a crap in his father's mouth, or Julius's initial reaction, or anything that had happened up until then. Julius's subsequent feelings of sympathy and kissing and licking off his son, and his perverse delight in eating shit and drinking piss had of course been the wild, perverted thoughts of an imaginative and creative thirteen-year-old boy, aided by Schuller's picture of the Nazi, and his memory of how turned on he'd gotten the German teacher with the idea of him and Anthony pissing on him. It had been Bob Moser however who had the idea of shitting in Julius's sons' hands, and the Spudders who had agreed. Sure he'd gotten Goosey hungry and thirsty and aroused, and had prompted Julian to piss in his father's mouth, but he had absolutely nothing to do with the others having to piss or getting turned on. He'd used the headband to help move things along, but people, he was finding, are naturally perverse and need little help once they got started. The only difference actually between him and the adults he knew was that the foul, dirty mind of a thirteen-year-old got repressed when you got older.

Too horny to wait until he got home, he pulled down his fly and eased out his swollen, aching boner. Anthony did the same and the two thirteen-year-old boys settled back in the bushes and began to happily jack one off. It had been fucking hot, and the two were soon ready to pop. As he inhaled deeply and threw his head back in ecstasy, Cory looked up into the deep blue eyes and smiling face of Bob Moser.

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