Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 10-13

Chapter Ten

"Yeah, wonder why?" Cory responded with a grin and a wink and the two thirteen-year-old boys laughed and punched each other in the shoulder, knowing very well why. After the hot fuck he'd had yesterday after school with his wife, the courtesy of Cory and his headband, any man would be in good spirits. After they'd left Anton and François, they'd stopped by the master bedroom just in time to witness the conclusion of their third frenzied mounting.

"Boys, you're supposed to be reading."

The two boys returned to their Computer 8 assignment. Normally Goosey's voice would have been much harsher, and he'd have added some sarcastic remark, like asking them if they didn't know the difference between reading and talking, or he'd ask them to repeat what they had said for the entire class. That day he had been almost pleasant, at least as pleasant as a teacher who hated teaching and totally hated kids could be. Besides, lately with Cory he'd been particularly lenient. Everyone had noticed that, especially since Goosey Gilles was not the sort of teacher to have a pet, not even someone like Dominic who was every teacher's pet, and Cory Wilson was not the type of student that was any teacher's pet. Nobody could figure out why Cory was getting preferential treatment, but Cory knew. When he was around, things happened to Goosey and Goosey knew it. The man was afraid of crossing him! Cory began reading the pages he'd slipped under his assignment handout.

"Cory, what do you have there?"

"Ah, nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing to me. Maybe you'd like to read whatever it is you're reading to the whole class."

Julius was sorry the moment he'd made the comment and could only imagine what Cory might be reading and would readily read to the class, but Cory had pushed him beyond his limit.

"Ah, I don't think that would be a good idea actually," Cory replied with an impish grin and Julius knew he'd been right, again. He was thankful Cory hadn't taken him up on his challenge and begun reading.

"Bring it up here."

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to read it either," Cory advised.

"Cory!"

The tone and volume told him Cory he had crossed over the line. He walked up to the teacher's desk and handing him the three pages, he studied his face. The man went from exasperation to shock to anger all in a matter of five seconds. "Take this to Mister Millburne."

"If he wants a copy he can get his own off the Net."

"Do as I told you, now," Julius replied sharply, creating doubt among those who'd felt Cory was getting preferential treatment. "And not another word."

Cory considered using his headband, but from the fire in Goosey's eyes and from the tone of his voice, he knew that even the headband was not going to get him out of this one. Of course before he'd come across his great grandfather's headband he'd relied on his own ingenuity to get himself out of worse fixes than this one, so by the time he was ushered into the vice principal's office, he had a plan firmly in mind.

"Mr. Gilles sent me down to give this to you," he began before Stewart Millburne even had a chance to speak. The man stared at Cory blankly, as was his manner, his eyes a steely grey and peering out from under thick, bushy eyebrows that actually met over the bridge of his nose. Many a student had wilted just under that glare and had confessed to whatever crime that was responsible for him being sent to the office, and several other crimes yet to be discovered besides. Cory, Stewart knew, was not that type of student. He glanced down at the papers Cory had handed him, and like Julius, his face went through the same series of emotions.

"Where did you get this?"

"From Mr. Gilles."

"Mr. Gilles gave these to you?"

"Yeah. He wanted your opinion about using this as a lesson in his grade eight health class."

"He did?"

"Oh yeah."

"And if I call him up right now on the intercom, he'll confirm this."

"Sure. But he's in the middle of teaching a computer class right now."

Stewart Millburne considered the situation for a moment, not believing a word of Cory's story. How did Cory Wilson possibly think he was going to fool him with such a cockamamy story? Well, he'd play along with him. This was going to be a punishment that both he and Julius would have to collaborate on. "Very well. Tell Mister Gilles to come down and talk to me at the end of the day."

"That's it?"

"Yes. Unless you have more to say?"

"Oh no, that's it. That's all."

Cory was surprised he'd gotten away with his story that easy and that quickly, but that had been the easy part of the plan. Returning to the classroom, he advised Julius that Millburne wanted to talk to him at the end of the day. That part was easy too, as was convincing Anthony to stay behind after school and detain Gilles as along as he could. Anthony didn't ask why. He knew when his buddy had a plan, and any plan that involved Goosey had to be good.

"Well," said Stewart Millburne when Julius finally showed up at his door, "I thought perhaps young Cory hadn't delivered my message."

"Oh no. I got your message."

"Good."

"Had a student stay after school with some questions about his homework. Got here as fast as I could."

"A student asking about homework, and after school? Now that is a rarity you want to take advantage of," Stewart said sarcastically.

"That's what I thought. You don't get an opportunity like that every day." That was especially true when it was a student like Anthony.

"So Cory tells me you want to use this as a lesson plan for your Health 8 class," Stewart said, handing Julius the pages he'd caught Cory with.

"He what?" snorted Julius.

"His words exactly," replied Stewart with a grin.

"How in the name of Heaven did he think he could get away with something like that?"

"Probably didn't think that far ahead. Just saw it as a way to delay the inevitable for a day. I assumed he'd gotten caught with these papers?"

"Typical thinking on his part, and yes, I caught him red-handed."

"Have you read any of it?"

"No. But just a glance was enough to see it was pure garbage."

"Garbage is right. How can we possibly compete when junior high students can download porn like this off the Internet? 'How to Perform Fellatio Like a Pro' of all things," he said, reading the title of the article. "And who would have thought such filth would be written by a woman!"

"A woman? I didn't realize. I thought it was by a man."

There followed a moment of silence as the two men thought of the implications.

"Mind you she does have some good advice," Stewart observed, "which means she must be speaking with experience. Like the part about avoiding having your teeth graze a man's member by sucking in your lips to cover your teeth like an elderly, toothless person." The two men could not help but draw in their lips.

"So, ah, has your wife ever 3;," Julius asked, leaving the question hanging.

"Marion? Never. And yours?"

"No, certainly not. Though Antoinette and I have a great sexual relationship," Julius quickly added. "Just as hot as on our honeymoon. Eighteen years and I still have it, but she'd never be so vulgar as to give me a blow job. Actually, I'm sure she doesn't know a thing about it."

"Same with Marion and me," Stewart quickly added. "Our sex life is as hot as any man could want. Normal sex of course. We'd never do anything like that," he observed indignantly as he nodded at the papers in Julius's hand. Julius flinched with the comment about normal sex as what he'd done to Cory and Anthony in detention and later with the young seven-year-old boy in the park flashed through his mind. Stewart didn't notice. He and his wife might never do it, but that didn't mean he hadn't wondered about it before, nor that he hadn't been fantasizing about it the last period and a half.

The two men glanced down at the three sheets of paper and thought about what it might be like to be fellated by a pro, and as they thought, they felt their desires increasing. They were both married and upright, decent men, but they were men, perhaps more macho than most, and the idea of getting blown like the article had described was not something a man could just disregard. That was especially true for Julius having in the past month given three young boys head but at the age of forty-four having never received a blow job.

"I'm really surprised that was written by a woman. It takes a man to understand just how a man feels," Stewart observed

"I couldn't agree more."

"Not that I'd ever have sex with a man."

"Hell no, me neither," Julius said with a twinge of guilt. Hell, he'd done far worse. In the past month he'd had sex with young boys, and with a dog! He had been truthful though. He'd never considered having sex with a man, well, not since becoming a man himself.

"Though when you come right down to it, having the same equipment, I'm sure a man would give a better blow job than a woman."

"Don't men do everything better than women?"

"You have that right," Stewart agreed and the two men laughed.

Images of them doing each other flashed through their minds, accompanied by increased feelings of horniness and the pleasure that comes from ejaculation.

"With the instructions she has provided, even a man who has never done it before could do a decent job," Julius said, glancing down at the papers. "Step One. Make sure you are comfortable. This is the key. Now that makes perfect sense," he observed before reading on. "Step Two. Regard the penis: become familiar with its shape, size and textures. This will buy you a few moments and add a little bit of tension to the encounter. Now there is where a man has the advantage," Julius added. "Like you said, nobody can have a better understanding of a man's penis than another man."

"Absolutely."

"Step Three. Begin by gently stroking, kissing and blowing on the area around the penis: the testicles, inner thighs and lower belly."

"The stroking and kissing are obvious, but I never thought about blowing."

"Me neither to tell you the truth."

The two men looked at each other. "You feeling the way I'm feeling?" Stewart asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I think I am. Reading something like this, a man can't help but get aroused."

"That's what porn is all about, getting men aroused," Stewart observed, stating the obvious, and Julius agreed. "I have to admit, this has gotten me hot." There was a long, awkward pause. "We could give what she's written a try."

"We could. We are both feeling randy."

"It would be a shame to let a good hard go to waste," Stewart observed with a chuckle, ready to say he was joking if Julius took offense.

"It would be. And it's not as if we're in love with each other or some dumb shit like that."

"Hell no. We're both happily married, not faggots," Stewart said, relieved at Julius's answer.

"Praise God for that."

"So what do you say?"

"We'll do each other," Julius replied hesitantly, eager to give it a try and actually feeling almost as hot as he had after school yesterday, but not trusting Stewart enough to give him head first in case the man then backed out before he received the same.

"Of course," Stewart replied, surprised how horny the three page directions on how to perform fellatio had gotten him, horny enough to try it with a man, which was really horny considering that was something he'd never done before in his life and hadn't even contemplated. And, like Julius, he did not trust his colleague to the extent of going first.

Getting to their feet, the two men undid their belts and pulled down their flies. A real man wasn't afraid to try anything once, and what they were about to do would be their secret 3;

When Julius saw Cory the next day in Physical Education he realized he and Stewart had not discussed an appropriate punishment for the boy for bringing porn to school and for lying. He was going to call him aside, but figured it best he and Stewart discuss it first. However, when they saw each other in the staffroom later they immediately thought of the previous day and they avoided any further eye contact, each man obviously uncomfortable about what they had done. When Julius stepped into his Boys' Health 8 class the following day, the last period Friday, he still had not decided what to do about Cory.

"All right class, now in our last health class we 3;"

"Mister Gilles?"

"Yes Dominic?"

"What does fellatio mean?"

Gilles looked at him, and then at Cory sitting beside him. "Cory Wilson."

"Yes sir?"

"Don't sir me! You don't honestly think I've forgotten about Wednesday."

"No sir. About the lesson plan on fellatio you mean?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" he responded without thinking what he was saying.

"We can't wait to see it," Cory said, looking over at the video player and TV monitor. Julius hadn't noticed the trolley in the room. He hadn't requested a video player and monitor from the media centre.

"There is no such plan and you won't be seeing anything."

"There won't? After you and Mister Millburne went to all the trouble of taping the lesson for us?"

Julius went pale. No way. What he was thinking was impossible. Impossible, but he looked over at the player in fear anyway.

"We want to see it, don't we guys?"

"Yeah!" the whole class cheered, most having no idea what was going on but everyone knowing Cory was up to something, and that meant it had to be good.

"Unless you were thinking like when, you know, like when me and Anthony had detention."

Julius knew exactly what Cory was suggesting. He'd blown the two boys once. It had been totally unexpected and to his regret ever since, but that didn't mean the impulse just might come over him again. He glanced at the tape, trying to decide which was the lesser of the two evils.

"Good choice," said Cory, quickly stepping up to the video player and turning it on. Julius and Stewart appeared on the screen, Stewart sitting behind his desk with his name plate clearly visible and Julius standing before him.

"I thought perhaps you hadn't gotten my message that I'm feeling aroused," began Stewart. If anyone in the class hadn't been paying attention, they were then!

"Got here as fast as I could," Julius replied. The jaws of several students dropped open.

"Read your lesson plan for your Health Eight class 'How to Perform Fellatio like a Pro.' It has gotten me hot."

"Reading that could get a man aroused."

"I like the part about avoiding having your teeth graze a man's member by sucking in your lips to cover your teeth like an elderly, toothless person." The class could not believe what they were hearing, nor seeing as the two men drew in their lips to cover their teeth. "We could give what you have written a try."

"We could. We are both feeling randy."

"It would be a shame to let a good hard go to waste," Stewart observed with a chuckle. The entire class was rivetted to the TV monitor. Julius was so dumfounded he didn't know what to do. Cory had evidently taped the event, though he had no idea how he could have done it, and had edited it. From the awkward phrasing of some of the words it was clear that the tape had been dubbed by taking bits and pieces of their conversation. Of course his students were not paying attention to how the words were being said as much as to what was being said, and many of the sentences were direct quotes. Of course he could stop the tape, but Cory had to have known that would be his first response. What else would the boy have in mind to prevent that, or to use it? Blackmail him into doing him right then and there before the class instead of them watching him and Stewart on the tape? He had sucked the boy once before 3; He needed time to think this through.

"And we're in love with each other."

"Hell yes. We're both happily married faggots."

"Praise God for that. And that Antoinette doesn't know a thing about it."

"Same with Marion."

The class could not believe the confessions. Their two macho teachers faggots! The two men looked at each other and then got to their feet and undoing their belts and pulling down their flies, they dropped their trousers and pushed down their boxers. They glanced at each other and the camera zoomed in on their faces, and then on their genitals. Both men were fully erect. Julius could not let the students see more! But if he did shut the tape off, what would he say and do? How could he explain what his students had seen so far? He couldn't just shut it off and say nothing. The word about him and Stewart would be through the whole school within seconds of the dismissal bell. He'd be dismissed Monday. And Stewart too. He had to have a plan before he shut off the tape.

"Step Two. Regard the penis: become familiar with its shape, size and textures. Now there is where a man has the advantage. Nobody can have a better understanding of a man's penis than another man." As he stared at the monitor and heard his voice taken totally out of context as the camera zoomed in on his cock and then on Stewart's, he tried desperately to think of a strategy. He could not let them see the next part!

"Step Three. Begin by gently stroking, kissing and blowing on the area around the penis: the testicles, inner thighs and lower belly."

Julius's heart was racing faster than at the end of his third screw with his wife on Tuesday, and he knew his face was a bright red. Perhaps he'd have a heart attack right then and there and die. If God would be so kind!

Every boy in the class had a hard by then as they watched their hated teacher and vice principal sixty-nining, and giving them step by step instructions on how to do it.

"Step five. Take the penis in your mouth. Determine how far it can comfortably go in." Actually, Julius would have been content to just take Stewart's knob in, but as Stewart went farther and farther down his shaft, he felt he had to do the same, not just to give Stewart the same pleasure as Stewart was giving him, but because he had to prove to Stewart he was just as much a man as he was and could take as much of his cock as Stewart was able to take of his. Just as much a man! There he was, laying on the carpet in Stewart's office, slipping his lips farther and farther down his stiff cock, which was at least an inch and a half [4cm] longer than his own, something he was painfully aware of that afternoon. Their difference was obvious as the camera switched back and forth from one to the other. It was bad enough for his students to be seeing him sucking another man's cock, but for them to see he was the smaller of the two besides was even more humiliating. What was he thinking? The whole video was totally humiliating. And so shocked and unprepared, he was standing there and doing nothing about it!

"Kiss, lick, tease, mouth and stroke it. Do the same for the balls." The class could not believe what they were seeing or hearing. Their two teachers, the two most hated teachers in the school, lying there on the vice principal's floor still in their jackets and ties but with their pants and underwear about their ankles as they kissed each other's stiff, jerking cocks, as they mouthed each other's hairy balls and ran their tongues up the other's shaft and over the knob, leaving behind a trail of spit, their eyes glazed over in lust and evident pleasure. It was totally awesome. Everyone, even the total nerds and even the purely innocent like Dominic, had boned up, and the way some of them were squirming, they were quickly approaching a climax without once touching themselves.

The first part of the tape had been edited, the latter part was not, the part of them eagerly sucking and licking each other's cock, of the grunting and the groaning, of the heavy breathing. Julius sat there in despair. What point was there now in shutting off the tape? He should have shut it off immediately, while they were in the talking stage. He could have told the boys they'd talked about doing a tape but had decided against it. He could have told them upright, moral men did not squirm about on the floor in a school office blowing each other. Actually, it had not been as hot nor as pleasant as the tape make it look. He had almost gagged when he had gone down on Stewart's long, thick cock. Having his own cock sucked and feeling Stewart's slimy spittle oozing over his balls had not been erotic either. He'd felt nowhere near as aroused as the time he'd done Cory and Anthony. Sucking their cocks had been much more pleasant than sucking Stewart's monster.

Julius shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Sucking his two thirteen-year-old students had not been pleasant. He'd done it against his will, and afterwards had been raked with guilt and disgust. Just the same, he was doing Stewart only because he felt he had to keep up to him, to do what Stewart was doing. Yes, the tingling of his cockhead and the building pressure as he approached his climax had been pleasant, but not that pleasant, and that night and all of the next two days he'd felt guilty and dirty. Stewart evidently did too. The two of them couldn't even look each other in the eye in the staffroom.

That was not how it was on the tape. On the tape they hungrily bobbed their heads up and down each other's shaft and stroked each other's swollen balls. On the tape they grunted in lust with their climax, the two of them shooting off in each other's mouth, the cum oozing out of their lips and down their chins in their awkwardness and inexperience. On the tape they fell back as if in pleasure, not in exhaustion and relief that it was over as it had really been. On the tape the camera zoomed in on their still swollen cocks, on the residual cum oozing out the tips and down over their knobs, and on their shafts glistening with each other's spittle. If that was not bad enough, Cory had recorded and kept in their lies that it had been great, their complements to each other for having done a great job, which both felt obligated to say even though they did not believe it, and the one thing that was true, their assurances to each other that what they'd done would be kept their secret. The tape ended with a shot of the closed Vice Principal's door with two shadows behind it, the two of them pulling up their trousers and underwear, and as the image grew fuzzy, the title 'How to Perform Fellatio Like a Pro, A Grade 8 Health Lesson Demonstration by Julius Gilles and Stewart Millburne' and a very loud and wet kiss.

There was less than a minute before the end of the class, and Julius still had not thought of an explanation. "Hey, Mister Gilles. Don't you worry. For making us a fucking awesome tape like that, your secret is safe with us, isn't it guys?"

The class rowdily agreed as the bell rang and they headed for the door, all of them with their books and binders strategically held in front of them to hide the projections that each and every boy had, and for a few who were walking very awkwardly and bowlegged, to hide something even more embarrassing, their juicy and copious teenage loads having soaked through not just their underwear but their jeans besides, leaving telltale wet spots.

Chapter Eleven

Julius could not remember leaving the building after school that Friday and driving across town to pick up his three boys at their private school and his two girls at theirs nor driving back across the city to his home. How he'd managed to do so without an accident was a miracle as the only thing he had been able to think about the whole time was the video he'd shown his last class and the look of surprise on the faces of his students and then the scent of teen randiness permeating the room. Telling his wife that he had things to think about, school issues, which was true in a sense, and that he wasn't hungry, which was very definitely true, he changed into his jogging sweats and headed for the park. He'd found that a good run cleared his mind, and that while he was exercising was always a good time to mull over and work out problems that were disturbing him. At least that used to be the case, until he'd changed his routine three weeks ago so he could rendezvous with a secret lover, a four-legged lover.

That was one of the problems he'd mulled over, and there was no other way to explain the change. He'd always gone to the gym to work out after school unless he had a school meeting or if his wife couldn't pick up the kids, and starting this September unless he had coaching practice, and every Saturday and Sunday weather permitting he'd gone jogging in the park in the afternoon. He'd been particularly faithful in keeping his schedule, knowing how easy it was for a man to get out of shape, especially having a sedentary job like he had. Then, after fifteen years, he suddenly changed his schedule, which was most atypical of him, being a man who liked regularity and routines and who became upset with the slightest change. Instead of going to the gym, he now stayed at school to do his lesson planning or marking Monday to Thursday if he didn't have soccer practice instead of going to the gym, and then after supper he'd gone jogging in the park. He'd said he'd read it was better to exercise after eating than before, which was the truth, and that jogging outdoors was healthier than exercising in a gym, which he totally made up.

What had really changed his routine was meeting a very large and very amorous German Shepard three weeks ago. After that chance meeting he'd become obsessed, or more accurately in his opinion, possessed. The following week he'd been sure that he'd heard barking noises at school, and the memory, or more accurately the horror, of that incident in the park kept recurring in his mind, and at any time, in his Physical Education class, in Computers, and in Health class, all with his Grade 8B students he'd noticed, which of course included among others Cory Wilson, whom he could not help but suspect as absurd as the idea was. However, it also happened in the hallway, and he'd purposefully looked around and rarely had he seen Cory. He'd gone jogging each evening after supper the next week, and on Tuesday and Wednesday he'd had repeat encounters with the dog, as if the dog had been there waiting for him in the clearing behind the bushes.

Last week was the same, the memory of those three incidences suddenly flashing through his mind several times a day along with the strongest feeling of sexual pleasure and the reaffirmation of his decision to go jogging at the same time each day in the hopes of meeting up with the dog. That second week he'd not had a single encounter. There had been no pleasure in their encounters, at least not in the same sense as sex with his wife, but he did have feelings of disappointment when the dog did not show, which was crazy as after the three times he'd done it he'd been raked with guilt and shame for the rest of the night and all the next day. He'd figured it had been that guilt and those feelings of disappointment that had been responsible for his surprising and totally unexpected sex with his wife on Tuesday, to show that he was really a man and not some pervert that liked animals. Some man, the very next day he engages in oral sex with the vice principal, and then on Friday allows his students to watch the video of them like some pedo. The video had to have been made by Cory Wilson, the whole thing having started with the porno he'd caught the boy with in his class, but he had no proof of that, and how the boy could have done it he had no idea. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if he'd really caught the boy with the porno, or if the boy had purposefully allowed himself to be caught to start the whole thing in motion. Now that was absurd. The boy was only thirteen.

It was with those mixed feelings and that state of confusion that he turned off the path and headed for the dense bushes along the edge of the park and the spot where he'd first run into the dog. He was two hours earlier than his usual run during the week, and on the one hand he was hoping the dog liked routine as much as he did and would not be there. What he had done with the dog was the most filthy, perverted act a man could engage in, at least the most perverted he could think of, and after each encounter he had felt filthy and disgusted, and had sworn never again, only to repeat his run the next day. He did have to admit that despite his revulsion, the experience was erotic, and that the last time he'd actually found it stimulating, and that he'd been disappointed not seeing the dog since. So, though he was hoping the dog would not be there, he was at the same time hoping he was.

Pushing through the dense bush and spotting the German Shepard sitting there in the open and all alone, as usual, Julius felt his heart give a lurch of excitement and his cock twinge in anticipation. This time though there was no nagging guilt and last moment doubt about what he was about to do along with his arousal. This time what did it matter? After what had happened the last period of the day, his career was over. By now he was the talk of every boy in the school, likely a few girls too. He'd never be able to face them Monday. Not that he'd have to. By Monday at least one parent had to have overheard what had happened and had to have phoned the school board. Hell, they were probably already doing it that moment. His career was over, so what the hell did it matter what he did now?

He quickly removed his runners and socks and stripped off his sweaty jogging pants and shirt and pushed down his boxers, in part because he was eager to begin like some hormone-mad teenager, in part because he wanted to get the filthy act done and over with, and in part because he knew the dog was even more impatient than he was. Lad, of course, was acting totally on instinct and a bit on training. Initially the smell of a female dog in heat had attracted him, but now, mounting the man for the fourth time, he'd come to associate the scent of the man's sweat with sex, the same as he did for the scent of a female dog's cunt. Besides, the man had given him treats last time, an idea implanted by Cory, encouraging his innate response. And, of course, there was the physical pleasure. To Lad it made no difference if it was a hot, slimy female dog cunt or a hot, tight man's asshole that was gripping his cock, as long as it gave him the physical pleasure of fucking and cumming.

As for Julius, after three previous times, he'd gotten use to the dog's dry and sudden penetration, and in addition, his sweat that had trickled down his crack during his jogging so he wasn't totally dry, and his thoughts of having anal sex with the dog had prepared him for that initial thrust. He actually shuddered with pleasure as he felt the dog's hot, hard cock penetrate him and his hairy legs wrap about him tightly. Now he just as eagerly worked his sphincter muscle with the dog as the German Shepard began to fuck him, relaxing as the dog plunged in and tightening as the dog withdrew, just as hotly panting and grunting as his hairy lover as the two of them went at it openly and unabashedly like dogs do in the park. Thoughts of pleasure, hot, erotic pleasure, and of the vulgarity of what he was doing flashed occasionally through his mind. What did it matter? He was so devastated and demoralized by the events that afternoon he accepted the thoughts and allowed the feeling to wash over him, bringing him at least a few moments of pleasure on an otherwise disastrous day.

Of course he was totally unaware that the dog's master, Terry, one of his students, had accompanied his pet and remained out of sight but within view on the first three of those occasions when he'd had sex with the dog. He had to take his dog out for exercise each day anyway, and watching his dog fucking the one teacher he totally hated was fucking wicked. Nor was Julius aware that Terry's best buddy Cory had accompanied him on those first three occasions, and today had taken over the responsibility of taking Lad out for his daily exercise for his buddy and had purposefully gone to the park early in case Julius had decided to do so also. And, of course, neither Terry nor Julius were aware that Cory used his headband to accent the pleasure of the act for man and dog. At least Cory figured he was also influencing Lad as the German Shepard was going at it hotter and hotter each time, pounding his loins against Julius's hairy body, his long, red tongue hanging out of his mouth and dog drool dripping from it and drenching the forty-four-year-old teacher's naked back.

This time, when the dog shot his hot, thick wad up his teacher's asshole, Cory added the thought that the dog's name was Lad, of course making it seem as if it was Julius's idea, along with feelings of love and immense pleasure. Julius, already weakened by the day's events, accepted Cory's projections totally and without objection, and in his pleasure, shot off a wad himself. Cory was particularly glad he'd brought the school's cam recorder as he recorded his naked teacher kneeling there in the park with the German Shepard locked up his ass, zooming in on his stiff member spurting out his stuff into the grass and then up to record the look of ecstasy on his face, and then back down for a closeup of Lad's cock deep up his ass and his knot holding them in place, and the funny hangdog look on Lad's face.

The real beauty of it all was that this Friday he had forgotten to plant the idea of jogging in the park and having a fuck with Lad in Julius's mind as he had on each of the other days, even on those days he'd had no intention of taking Lad to the park. His hated teacher really had become Lad's bitch! As he realized that Cory threw back his head and groaned with pleasure and his jerking fist tightened about his shaft as he shot off a hot load into the park grass also. As he came, he was totally unaware that he was not the only one watching the scene in the clearing, and the other watcher, just as turned on as the thirteen-year-old boy, was just as unaware of his presence.

It had been an awesome day as far as Cory was concerned, and it just kept getting better. Asking his parents if his buddy Anthony could spend the night, they not only agreed but rented them a movie and popped them a large bowl of popcorn besides, and he didn't even have to use the headband to influence them. Of course after the movie Anthony wanted to know how he'd known about Gilles and Millburne, having concluded like many other students the two men really were lovers and closet faggots. They had to be to do the things they'd done in the video. Even more important, he wanted to know how he'd been able to make the video of them, knowing without being told that it had been Cory. Of course Cory, wanting to impress his buddy, delighted in telling him of his spur of the moment plan when he'd been caught with the porn Anthony had shared with him, and how he'd gotten the cam recorder from the media centre and had made sure the outside window to the VP's office was open. As for why he hadn't been caught, who bothers sticking around the school building Friday after class, students or teachers, Cory asked.

He of course showed Anthony his latest video, which on top of their discussion about what had happened in class, had his buddy aching to get one off. As they pushed down their jeans and underwear and went at it, Anthony observed how wicked it would be if Gilles's sons could see the video they had seen at school and mused what their reaction might be and whom they might get to fellate them with their new knowledge. Unbeknownst to Cory, his buddy had a particular fascination regarding incest, finding stories of mother-son and father-daughter sex particularly arousing. A grin slowly began to curl Cory's lips, and it was not because of the pleasure throbbing between the thirteen-year-old's legs as he pulled on his four inches [10cm] of boy meat. Never mind showing the video to Goosey's sons. Better yet, suppose Goosey and his sons made their own video to show to the students at the oh so perfect and pure private school? Both boys shot off a particularly juicy load as they stared off into space, lost in their own erotic thoughts.

Saturday he biked over to the Gilles's home. Julius was about to mow the lawn, and his wife was telling him the boys' school clothes were laid out on their beds and that she and the girls would meet him and the boys at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Julian's soccer game at two. Cory smiled. That could not be more perfect than if he'd planned it. Darting into the neighbour's yard before he was seen, he slipped into the back alley and snuck up along the side of Julius's house. Getting comfortable and adjusting his headband, he began to concentrate.

It began as a simple thought, Julius and his students watching the monitor in Health 8 class last period Friday, and his embarrassment, linking Julius's memory and Cory's and hooking on to Julius's emotional state as Cory had learned to do from his great-grandfather's diary. He visualized the faces of the students, at first surprised, then horny, and at the end of the class appreciative. It had been embarrassing, and it had been wrong, but the students had learned how to get and give a satisfying blow job and that was all right. Julius grimaced with the incongruous thought, that allowing his students to watch the perverted video had been all right. Cory had been reading his great-grandfather's diary and had been watching Julius's reactions to his suggestions as his great-grandfather had said he'd done. He repeated the last thought firmer, and supported it with the thought that a teacher's job was to educate students about the important things in life, and sex was certainly an important thing, linking his idea with basic beliefs his subject, in this case a teacher, would have, again as his great-grandfather had said he'd done in his diary. From his calm response, Julius obviously accepted the thought as his own. Cory smiled. So did Julius.

He thought about his own children, particularly Anton and François. It was hardly likely they would be getting the same sex education his students had just received. That was a shame as it was important they know about such things. Another grimace. It was important that they know such things so they would have a healthy and fulfilling sex life. There was less of a grimace. He should perhaps teach them about fellatio himself. That got more than a grimace. That got a definite shake of the head, as if to dislodge the thought. Sex ed was best taught in the home by the parents, not in the school by some stranger. He had a good relationship with his sons. He'd taught them how to do a strip tease and he'd goosed himself while his boys had gotten fucked and everything had worked out. Julius frowned, obviously disturbed by the thoughts but not rejecting them.

Girls were more likely to give head than to spread their legs. If his boys were able to make the girls' experience more pleasant, they'd be doing the girls a favour, and so in a way would he. His boys would certainly be considered more caring than others by the girls, and they'd be more likely to score next time they hit on them. Another grimace, a slight one. No parent is ready to accept his child is a sexual being, but every dad likes to think his son is a stud. Even at thirteen Cory knew that. He could use the information in the porno pages to instruct his boys, much like the video. They were after all mature and responsible, more so than the likes of the boys in his Grade 8B Health class. By the time Julius was finished mowing the front and back lawns he was sweating profusely, and so was Cory from his exertion.

It was an exciting afternoon with the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys and the Saint Patrick's soccer teams being evenly matched. It was the first time Cory, who made sure he stayed out of sight of the Gilles's, had seen Julius's oldest son Julian. He was very much his father's son, tall and with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, hairy shins and forearms, and a solid athletic build like his two younger brothers. The sixteen-year-old cut a handsome figure in his burgundy soccer shirt, tan soccer shorts and black knee socks, and much to his father's pride, was extremely popular with the girls besides his classmates. The game ended with the Royal Glencoe team winning by one point. There followed a family picnic for the families and friends of both teams, including Julian's girlfriend who went to the same private school as his sisters and had the biggest boobs of any teenage girl Cory had ever seen. It was also his first opportunity to see Gilles's two daughters. Fourteen-year-old Annette had a nice set of knockers herself having matured early, and her seven-year-old sister was one of those spoiled children that would be chosen as a poster child hands down and you could easily hate just for being so damn cute.

As his wife and daughters headed back home and Julian headed off with his teammates, Julius stayed back with his two younger sons who helped him put away the soccer equipment and lock up the school. It was an old building, with highly polished hardwood floors and solid oak bannisters and the classrooms with thick wooden doors with brass door knobs and a transom at the top. Going to Anton's room and having the two boys, who of course had worn their school uniforms to the event, sit in the front row, Julius took out the three folded pages from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and cleared his throat.

"These are, ah, notes for a lesson that I, ah, presented to my Grade Eight Health class, and, ah, that you might be hearing about. It is something that I felt was important for the boys in junior high to know about. I, ah, think it is so important, that I want you to learn about it too, to, ah, well, prepare you for when you are older, and, ah, especially you Anton, with, ah, well, with you having reached the age of puberty." Julius felt awkward and uncomfortable as hell, but he'd been rehearsing the words since late that morning. At least he'd been repeating them over and over in his mind. Or, more accurately, the devil who'd taken possession of his mind had repeated the words and despite all his efforts he'd been unable to ignore him.

"As you know, a man can have sex with another man by inserting his penis in the other man's anus, which of course he can do with a woman also if he wants to-that is if he and the woman want to, the woman having an anus too of course." Anton and François glanced at each other self-consciously as they recalled the first time they'd had their asses screwed by Cory and Anthony in front of their father, and the second incident a week and a half later when their father had left them alone and Anton had screwed his kid brother first before the two boys had done them again. There hadn't been a night that the two had not fallen asleep thinking about the shame, and the pleasure, of that perversion. Anton had heard of father-son birds and bees talks from older classmates and wondered if this was it. His father was certainly acting as nervous and as embarrassed as the older boys had said their fathers had acted.

"Well, there is another way a man and woman can have sex besides making a baby," Julius continued, reciting the words that had come to his mind that morning. "It is called fellatio." Of course the word meant nothing to the boys. "It is also known as oral sex, or a blow job," he continued, and again the words didn't mean anything to his sons. He cleared his throat. "It is when a woman sucks a man's penis." Now that registered with Anton, who risked a quick glance at his father. He could not imagine his mother doing that to his father, not in a hundred years, nor his father wanting her to. François wrinkled up his nose at the thought. He could not imagine anyone doing that.

"Now, of course that means two men can do that too," Julius continued, rushing on to his main point that he'd thought of while he'd been mowing the grass that morning. "Sometimes men do that because they love each other, like a man loves a woman, but there are other times when two men who are heterosexual like myself might do it. It might be because they are curious and want to see what it is like. It might be because they don't want to appear inexperienced if their wives suggest doing it, or so they can make the experience pleasurable should their wives want to try it. And of course there are times when a man is feeling so, ah, well, in such a need for sex, that, well, if there is no woman available to satisfy his need, he might turn to another man. After all, who knows best about how a man feels and what he needs than another man, right?"

The two boys nodded, not sure what their father was talking about and even less sure why he was telling them all this, and too embarrassed to ask. Anton's classmates were right. This was totally weird and totally uncomfortable. Julius of course saw the reasons he'd given as good excuses for his behaviour earlier that week should his two boys learn about it and was eager to plant the ideas that what he'd done was all right in his sons' minds.

"Well, anyway, like I said, I figured you should learn about it, you know, just in case you need to know. I have a few things here to help explain how it is done." Actually, the ideas had just come to him as they'd participated in the family picnic. "I'm sure you've already noticed that the penis comes in a variety of shapes, sizes and textures. The first step in giving a good blow job is to become familiar with the penis you're sucking-for the person who is doing the sucking that is," he quickly corrected though it had been the image of his sons doing the sucking that had been in his mind. "That's what you can tell your girlfriend if it is her first time," he continued, trying to cover up and recalling one of the ideas Cory had used that morning to convince him to teach his sons. Reaching into his bag, he took out two wieners. "I'm sure you've heard a man's penis called a wiener before. These in fact are very similar to your own, except yours are shorter of course." Cory smiled wickedly as Julius stated the thoughts he'd implanted in his mind and he reached down and squeezed his swelling cock as he watched the two boys through the transom above the door as they slipped the wieners in their mouths and sucked on them, ran their tongues around them, and slipped their lips up and down them, following their father's instructions.

"These, on the other hand," Julius observed as he next took out two bananas from his bag, "are much more like mine." The two boys flushed, not just because of their dad's comment but from their memory of having seen his erect penis. Their embarrassment was nothing compared to a minute later as under their father's instructions, they pealed back the skin and slipping their lips over their teeth, sucked on the fruit, trying not to bruise it with their teeth as their father cautioned. Ever so slowly they eased the bananas further into their mouths until they gagged to determine the limit to which they could comfortably take a penis into their mouths according to their father.

"And, there are some men, endowed such as this," Julius continued, taking out two cobs of corn. The sight of the two boys sitting there at their desks in their burgundy school blazers and white shirts and ties with their mouths wide open and their lips slipped over the ears had Cory leaking big time. This was going even better than he'd ever imagined it might.

Julius hesitated. What they'd done up until then had been embarrassing for him, and for his two boys, but that was nothing compared to what he'd considered them doing next. He'd immediately rejected the idea when it had first come to him that morning, and he'd rejected it each time he'd come back to it until finally he'd just put the idea aside. Now as he thought of it again, he again fought it. It was morally wrong, and obscene. On the other hand, if they were at all inquisitive and the slightest bit daring, as he was sure his boys were, being typical red-blooded boys any father would be proud of, it was far safer for them to experience it with each other than with some classmate who'd had his penis who knows where, even if he was a fellow classmate at the Royal Glencoe Academy. He'd had the same argument with himself that morning, and standing there now in front of his two boys and having gone that far, it sounded all the more reasonable.

"Now, so you can really see what it is like to have it done to you, try doing it to each other. Anton, you do your brother first." Anton looked up at his father in disbelief. Suck his own brother's dick? He looked at his brother, unable to hide his revulsion. His brother was just as shocked as he was. "Better your first time is with someone you love and can trust, and you'll impress your girlfriend if you can guide her through this," Julius said, repeating the thoughts that had come to his mind along with a sense of compassion for his sons before he had time to think about it.

It was only their deepest trust in their father's judgement, and their growing horniness from having already sucked a wiener, banana, and cob of corn, along with an overwhelming sense of curiosity and need to obey their father, thanks to Cory and his headband, that the two boys did as they'd been told. François slowly got to his feet and stood before his brother, and Anton dropped to his knees and pulled down his brother's fly. Following his father's instructions, he pulled down his brother's tan shorts and white Jockey briefs, and picking up his limp dick at the base and looking at it like it was a little worm, he slipped his mouth over it and gently sucked on it. As his brother's dick immediately began to stiffen, so did his despite his disgust.

Following the instructions of his father, who reiterated the instructions in the porno he'd taken away from Cory assisted by Cory's mental prompting, Cory having gotten another copy and having memorized it he'd read it so many times, Anton nibbled and licked his brother's thighs and naked pubes and swirled his tongue around his brother's knob. It was disgusting and perverted, and both boys could not ignore years of training and brainwashing that sex between guys was a sin and filthy. Nor could they ignore the fact that it was exciting and arousing, especially so for nine-year-old François as his thin little wiener throbbed pleasantly in his brother's mouth and the knob tingled with a strange combination of pain and pleasure. Being only nine, it took a while, and Anton's jaw was starting to get sore, but Anton finally succeeded in bringing his kid brother off. As the still mysterious and awesome orgasm struck him, he felt his loins go weak and his body began to twitch uncontrollably as spasm after spasm of pure pleasure shot through his irritated wiener.

And then it was his turn. Sitting down in the desk, still in his blazer and tie and with his school shorts and white briefs about his ankles, he pulled down his older brother's fly and pushed down his shorts and boxers. His dick, three inches [7½cm] long as his younger brother's and slightly thinner, stood up nail hard, a condition the twelve-year-old frequently found his penis in, being at that awkward age of beginning puberty where his voice was sometimes a boy's and sometimes a man's, where he popped a boner at the most embarrassing of times, and where sometimes his still forming balls sent out a thin squirt of boy juice and at other times his body jerked and trembled with a dry orgasm.

François slipped his lips over his brother's dick and sucked on it as he worked his cherry red lips up and down its length. Following the instructions he and his brother had been given, he kissed the knob and skipped his lips over his brother's thighs and still naked pubes without his father needing to instruct him. Even at the age of nine he knew that what he was doing to his brother was considered demeaning and was used as an insult by his classmates, but even though it was a filthy, dirty act, his brother had done it to him and it had brought him a strange and wonderful pleasure, and it was the least he could do to return the favour. That he did, until like Anton his jaw was aching and his tongue was tired, but also like Anton, he brought his brother off. Anton had hoped for his brother's sake that this would be one of the times when his orgasm would be dry, but his body chose this time to squirt a thin, almost clear preteen load directly into his brother's mouth. To his credit, François managed to swallow the sweet offering without gagging.

"Now," Julius said throatily as he dropped his trousers and boxers, "you can consider this your final exam." He'd said it in a jocular tone to lighten the mood, but he felt everything but jocular. He had been embarrassed and self-conscious as he'd taught his sons, and even more so as he'd watched one and then the other put into practice what he'd taught them, and especially so now as the two boys stared with obvious embarrassment at his crotch. He'd felt filthy and perverted 'teaching' his sons this obscene act and watching them sucking each other off to an orgasm, and even more so as he'd exposed himself to them. More than anything else, he felt guilty. What he'd done was wrong. What he was asking his boys to do now was wrong. Men did not have sex with boys, especially fathers with their sons. He knew that, and they knew that. He could see their reluctance in their eyes. Most of all though, he was horny. That was evident from his stiff, six inch [15cm] bone jutting up in the air. He was aching to get off a load, to experience the same pleasure as his two sons had. He was aching to have sex with his two boys, just as badly as he'd ached to have sex with his wife three days ago, maybe even more so.

So the two schoolboys knelt there on the hardwood floor in the front of the classroom and nibbled and licked their father's large, hairy balls as he'd taught them. They ran their tongues along the inside of his hairy thighs. Anton slipped his lips over his father's bulb, becoming aware of its shape, size and texture. He slipped his mouth down the shaft, determining how far he could comfortably go down, and then sucking gently on the throbbing prick, he bobbed his head up and down, his fine brown hair gently bouncing about his head. The small, skinny boy knelt there in his blazer and tie with his boxers and shorts about his ankle and sucked on his father's throbbing cock. And then he drew off and let his kid brother have a turn. Nine-year-old François opened his mouth wide and curled his cherry lips over his square white teeth as his dad had told him to and went down on the stiff cock slick with his brother's spit.

Julius, standing there in his suit and tie with his boxers and trousers about his ankles, looked down at his youngest son as the boy sucked on his thick cock, the boy's emerald green eyes half closed with lust and pleasure. He inhaled and exhaled deeply with lust himself, his cock throbbing fiercely in his son's hot mouth as he felt himself approaching his climax. He trembled with delight as his aching cock slipped out of François's mouth. Anton stuck out his tongue and swirled it over his knob like he would over an ice cream cone, and as he sat back and savoured the unique taste of his father's prick, François ran his tongue over his father's knob in a like manner, following his older brother's example.

From their flushed cheeks and glassy eyes there was no doubt his two boys were thoroughly enjoying what they were doing, which was as it should be, for he did not want them to be doing something against their will. Their delight was his delight. With a shudder of pure pleasure, he told them to lick his cock together, and as they bent forward and began to run their hot tongues up his shaft, he shuddered again as he fountained. His hot, thick cum shot up into the air and back down onto his knob, quickly flowing down it and his shaft like hot white caramel to be lapped up by his sons, caught up in their father's pleasure and their own lust. Never had he blasted so forcefully nor so copiously, and he trembled and sighed with pleasure as streamer after streamer shot from his fountain and fell back down on his cock to be licked up by his two boys. The three of them gasped and panted with ecstasy, their lips parted, the two boys' cheeks smeared with their father's load.

So enthralled with pleasure, the three did not hear the gasp of similar pleasure as Cory trembled with his own orgasm, having sprayed the thick oak door with his teenage cum which now ran in thick streamers down the shiny surface. Finally shutting off the cam recorder, he took one last look at the Gilles's through the transom before quietly stepping down from the step stool and heading for the door. This version of the lesson was not going to need any editing whatsoever.

Chapter Twelve

Cory slept in Sunday morning, as he did every Saturday and Sunday, and woke up to the smell of bacon frying and with a raging morning wood. Bacon, chilled apple juice, and blueberry pancakes was his dad's Sunday morning special every Sunday. A morning wood was Cory's special every morning. Reaching down and fiddling with his sleep damp balls, he thought of yesterday and the tape he'd made of Goosey Gilles and his sons and his stiff cocklet twitched. Slipping a thumb and first two fingers about it, he squeezed it and began to tug on it. He had time for a quick jerk. He glanced over at his growing collection of videos featuring Julius Gilles and smiled. Anthony would pop a boner before they even got to the part where they were sucking on the banana! He turned his attention to his own banana. Actually, it was more like a pork sausage he thought, a nice size pork sausage for a thirteen-year-old, but still kid size. The pleasure throbbing through it though was very much adult size, and he arched his back and sighed as he delighted in it. He would forever be in Anthony's debt for having shared the secret of beating off with him. He raised the fingers of his left hand to his nose. The fragrance of his sleep damp balls was even better than that of bacon and pancakes. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the awesome delight of his approaching orgasm.

After breakfast, he pocketed the video he'd made yesterday at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys showing Goosey Gilles teaching his two youngest boys how to suck, and headed for Anthony's. To his disappointment, nobody was home. So, he headed over to see Terry, his second best friend. Terry's dad greeted him at the door with the information that Terry would not be seeing anyone that day, and possibly would never see anyone again. He was grounded to his room indefinitely. From the scowl on Terry's dad's face, Cory decided it best not to ask why. Knowing Terry and his disregard for rules, especially those that didn't make any sense, he could have been grounded for any one of a hundred reasons. Grownups had a lot of dumb rules that didn't make any sense. Also from the scowl on Terry's dad's face, he knew there was little point of trying to use his headband to get Terry's dad to give his buddy a reprieve. He wasn't that good at using it yet, and there were some things he figured even his headband was incapable of doing. Changing the minds of angry dads was one of them.

"Would you like me to take Lad out for a walk?" he offered. Terry's dad hrumphed and thought about it, and then mumbling something about at least some teenage boys having some sense of responsibility, he thanked him and got Lad's leash. As he headed down the street, the eighty-five-pound [38½kg] German Shepard leading the five-foot [1.50m], ninety-three-pound [42kg] boy, he agreed that he had some sense of responsibility. He was responsible for Anton and François learning how to give excellent blow jobs for example. He grinned despite the day turning out to be a bit of a bummer after such an excellent start. One thing nobody could accuse him of was not having a sense of humour.

Arriving at the park, he picked a spot as far away from the 'All pets MUST be kept on a leash' signs as he could so he could claim not to have seen them, and let Lad loose. The German Shepard immediately took off to explore. Cory wasn't much for following rules that didn't make any sense either. Pets weren't meant to be on a leash. Nor were kids for that matter, and a lot of adults-hell, all adults, had leashes for kids of some sort to stop them from having fun. Taking one of the two cigarettes out of his sock where he hid them to smuggle them out of the house, he lit up and laid back to enjoy his smoke and day dream about an island where there were only kids and where a guy could do whatever he wanted, which mostly was laying around smoking and having fun and doing nothing. A couple old biddies walked by and one of them commented about how young boys shouldn't be smoking. He gave her the finger, which caused her eyes to bulge and her mouth to open and close like the fish down in Robb's Pet Store. He wondered what it would be like to fuck a wrinkled up old lady. He'd really make her eyes bulge and her mouth gasp. He giggled.

Finishing his cigarette, he sat up and looked around for Lad. Spotting Reverend Winthrop and his family setting out a lunch on one of the tables in the picnic area of the park, a Sunday ritual of the Winthrops, Cory called Lad and putting his leash on, headed over in their direction. He did not particularly like Reverend Winthrop, who was forever complaining how bad kids were these days and who never passed by their yard without stopping to tell his dad how he should be raising him. He was hungry though despite the heaping stack of pancakes and half dozen strips of bacon he'd had for breakfast, having the ravenous appetite of a growing teenage boy. His mom joked that he had to have a hollow leg. Being good Christians, at least he thought Baptists were Christians though he wasn't certain, surely they'd offer him something to eat. If they didn't there was Jonah. Maybe the two of them could slip off and have a bit of fun, like they'd done the previous Sunday. That was the other never ending appetite he had, sex. Maybe he had hollow balls too, he figured with a grin.

Jonathan Winthrop was actually pleased to see Cory approaching. He had at first been alarmed seeing the boy and his son Jonah together at the Interfaith assembly last Sunday, knowing the evil influences improperly raised boys could have on other young boys, particularly in that all boys easily succumb to temptations if their parents are not vigilant, and knowing Cory's parents were far from vigilant, by his standards at least. However, seeing the boy sit beside his son during the sermon, and seeing the look of intent concentration in his eyes, he could only conclude that it had been his son who had exerted the influence, for the betterment of Cory Wilson's soul, and not the other way around. He'd have felt a lot different seeing Cory again had he known that Cory's look of concentration was because he'd blocked out the sermon and was recalling the circle jerk he, Jonah, and young Dominic had engaged in only minutes earlier.

As Cory had suspected, he was invited to join them, and he discovered Jonah's mother was an awesome cook, which made up for having to listen to Jonah's father's blessing of the food and request of the Lord that he guide the young people about to partake in it. He wondered if Satanists asked Satan to bless their food. Four pieces of cold herb-roasted chicken, two heaps of potato salad, several homemade buns, and a large piece of peach cobbler later, the first of his appetites was satiated, at least until supper. So, he turned his focus on satisfying his second appetite. Asking if Jonah might join him in giving Lad a bit of exercise, both he and Jonah were surprised and delighted when the Reverend agreed, and told Jonah that Cory was an example he should model, taking the time to take the dog of a friend who was indisposed, as Cory had put it, for his daily exercise, and reminding the boys and his other children that the Lord had placed the care and welfare of all animals in the hands of his servants.

And so the two boys and Lad merrily headed off as you see dozens of boys and their dogs doing in parks across the country every day. As they approached the edge of the park where Lad had his encounters with his two-legged bitch, the German Shepard took off like a flash, and being young and muscular, he pulled Cory along with him, though Cory wasn't exactly hesitating. He hadn't decided exactly what he and Jonah should do to satisfy his second need, but doing it in the seclusion of the clearing on the other side of the bushes was as good a place as any. Actually, it sort of being Lad's territory, they could possibly include him in whatever it was they ended up doing. Of course that meant Lad would miss out on his usual rendezvous with his bitch at six-thirty, but keeping the two apart would just make the two of them all the more eager to fuck when they did meet, and seeing the disappointment on Julius's face was as much fun as seeing him getting fucked.

"This is the place you first saw Lad, isn't it?" Cory asked, figuring it was as good a way as any to begin a conversation that would lead to something sexual. Jonah nodded shyly as the seven-year-old recalled slipping into the bushes to take a leak after their family picnic, being a typical boy and figuring the bushes were just as good and the public toilets being much farther away, and to his surprise, finding a dog and a naked guy doing what you usually saw two dogs doing in the park or in the street. "Lad sure had fun that day didn't he?" Cory continued, and again Jonah nodded. He wasn't sure, but it had looked like Lad had, and it looked like the man had too. He'd thought about that quite a bit since that day, and why his father became angry when he saw two dogs doing what he'd watched the man and dog doing he understood even less. "Speaking of fun, you, me and Dominic had some fun last Sunday too, didn't we?"

"Yeah," Jonah said quietly, his smooth, soft cheeks colouring as he thought about the three of them getting naked and swimming and playing with each other's testicles, and then Cory teaching them about jacking off.

"So, have you tried doing what we did that afternoon since?" Jonah smiled sheepishly, his deep blue eyes sparkling as he nodded his head ever so slightly, as if the slightness of his nod lessened the gravity of what he'd done. "Yeah, right on! How many times? Once, twice?"

Jonah paused before answering, not because he was ashamed or embarrassed to answer, but because he was counting. "Seven."

"Seven! Fucking right on!" Cory said with a wide grin as he gave the seven-year-old a high five, causing the youngster to smile and his eyes to sparkle even brighter. Being particularly shy and having no close friends considering the attitude of his father, he was particularly delighted to have praise and acceptance from a peer. "You know, its sort of hot out here," Cory continued as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Much too hot a day to be wearing clothes." Chucking his shirt, he pulled down his fly and pushed down his jeans and his underwear together. "Com'on, let's get naked." Jonah glanced around uncertainly. It was hot, but God, and his father, did not approve of nudity. "Don't worry, nobody can see. This is way out of the way, and even if someone did come by this part of the park, they wouldn't bother pushing through those bushes." That was true. "Com'on. It feels great feeling the sun and air on your dickey and balls. And we can have a little fun while we're naked before we head back."

The memory of the fun they'd had the previous Sunday and the promise of more fun was convincing enough for Jonah, though after even only seven years of brain washing it wasn't without a little guilt that he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off and folding it up neatly lay it on the grass. After untying his shoes and removing them, he self-consciously pulled down his fly and pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them and folded them and stacked them on top of his shirt. Standing on one foot and then the other, he removed his socks and delighted in the feel of the fresh green grass between his toes. Cory watched him with growing excitement, surprised how arousing it was to watch a seven-year-old boy undress, unaware that there were men that would pay big money to watch what he was watching. His little pee-er made the slightest little bulge in the pocket of his white briefs. "Com'on, your underwear too."

"Maybe this is far enough."

"Don't be silly. Com'on, take them off," Cory urged. "It feels great," he promised, spreading his legs and exposing his balls and partially aroused cock to the sun and air and to Jonah as he looked up at the innocent seven-year-old. He knew he could use his headband if he had to, but he wanted the youngster to do it because he wanted to on his own. Jonah hesitated, opened his mouth to disagree, and deciding otherwise, closed his mouth again as he quickly pushed down his underwear and sat down on the grass all in one motion. "Holy shit!" Jonah stared at the grass, his eyes now filled with apprehension and regret. "Stand up." Jonah looked up at Cory pleadingly, and then ever so slowly got to his feet and faced him, close to tears. He was used to being given orders and obeying them. "What the fuck happened to your ass?" Cory asked in surprise as he bent around to look at the seven-year-old's backside.

"Father punished me."

"For jacking off?"

"Oh no! He'd strap me much harder for doing that!"

"Strap you? What did he use?"

"A willow switch."

"The fucking bastard."

"You mustn't call him that."

"The hell I shouldn't. Why'd he strap you?"

"Because I passed gas at the supper table."

"You did what?"

"You know," Jonah replied, and when Cory clearly didn't, he placed a palm under his arm and making a farting noise.

"You farted?" Cory asked with a snort.

Jonah nodded. "I didn't mean to, but Father said I did, that I did it on purpose. He says boys are naturally vulgar. He said maybe next time I'm tempted to do it I'll remember the pain and think twice."

Cory wanted to curse Jonah's father again but he bit off the comment. "Does it hurt bad?"

Jonah shook his head. "Not anymore. It was a couple days ago."

Cory could not believe it. A couple days ago, and yet he could see the red swipes across Jonah's otherwise pale white ass. Lad, as if in sympathy and as if sensing the mood of the two boys, suddenly stepped up and gave Jonah's backside a very wet lick, causing the two boys to giggle. As they tried to push him away, he figured it was play time, and the two naked boys and dog spent the next several minutes rolling round in the grass with Lad finding many places to lick and causing the boys to giggle all the more, quickly forgetting their earlier mood.

"Can I ask you something?" Jonah finally asked as the boys got Lad under control.

"Sure."

"How does a dog's thing come out?"

"Come out?"

"You know. Like right now it's, well, hid inside him."

"Oh. I never thought about it actually. I guess it just sort of grows out. You know, like a guy's dick grows when he plays with it."

"Oh."

"Let's find out."

"Huh?"

"Lay down on your back."

Jonah obediently lay down on his back and Cory after several attempts in which Lad licked the boy's face and then his smooth chest and wanted to play again, he got Lad to straddle the boy and stop from licking. He then instructed Jonah to reach up and stroke and squeeze Lad's pouch like he'd shown him to do to his dick the previous Sunday. With Lad's pouch only a hand's breadth away from his eyes, Jonah reached up and placing a thumb on one side of the hairy sack and his first two fingers on the other, he gently began to massage the tube he could feel inside the loose skin. Even though Lad had never been fondled in such a way before, he was accustomed to being petted by children, and besides, it was not an unpleasant experience, so he made no objection. It did not take much massaging before Lad's cock began to protrude from his pouch before their very eyes. The two boys watched spellbound as it slowly emerged from its sack, and encouraged by the result of his fondling and by Cory's praise, Jonah massaged the hairy sack all the more eagerly with his thumb and two fingers. Soon all six inches [15cm] of solid, red cock was sticking out of his pouch. Curious, Cory felt the dog's slimy-looking cock and gave it a couple strokes with his thumb and first two fingers as he was accustomed to doing his own dick, and just as curious, Jonah followed suit.

"Let's jack him off," Cory suggested. Jonah looked up at him. "Go ahead, keeping doing it. He likes it." Lad certainly seemed to, and knowing the pleasure he himself felt, Jonah squeezed the dog's rubbery, damp cock with his thumb and first two fingers and began to stroke. Cory smiled. Reverend Winthrop had said Lad's care was in their hands after all. If the oh so pure Reverend could only see what his son was doing at that moment! After only a half dozen strokes, Lad of course did what dogs do, he began to cum. The boys were not expecting it so soon, and his first two squirts, the first streaking across Jonah's nose and right cheek and the second hitting his upper lip and running down into his open mouth, caught the boys by surprise. Although totally unexpected, having previously sucked Lad's cum from Julius Gilles's asshole, the taste of his cum was neither new nor disgusting to the seven-year-old although the initial shots were much saltier.

"Hey, awesome water fountain you're drinking from!" Cory joked, and Jonah, wishing to amuse his new buddy, tried to catch the next two squirts in his mouth, only half succeeding with the first streaking his chin and running down his neck and the next totally missing his mouth and streaking his smooth chest. Cory's boyish giggle encouraged Jonah to continue stroking the now steadily spurting cock, his own little cocklet having become stiff itself and jerking with arousal as Lad's hot sperm laced his smooth chest and little nipples. As Lad's knot began to form, the two boys watched it grow with the fascination only boys can have for such things, ignoring the fact Jonah's chest was becoming coated with doggy slime. Once his knot was fully formed, Lad did what all dogs do, he began spurting cum more vigorously and copiously, the thick, white doggy slime now puddling on Jonah's slender, smooth chest. Lad began to instinctively jerk his hips, causing Jonah to loose his hold and sending doggy cum spraying in all directions. The four-foot [1.20m], fifty-pound [23kg] boy desperately grabbed the spurting cock like a fireman grasping a getaway hose, grasping Lad behind his knot to give him a firmer grip on the slimy, rubbery cock. Feeling Jonah's hot little hand tightly wrapped about his throbbing cock, Lad instinctively stopped humping and stood there passively as if locked up a female's cunt as he continued to pump out his now creamy, thick cum. His huge black balls finally emptied, Lad was quite content to back off and lay down beside Jonah to lick himself clean to the amusement and envy of the two boys.

Drawing his knees up toward his chest and wrapping his arms under them and hooking them behind his knees, Jonah hugged himself, raising his hips into the air and exposing his perfect little ass to Cory. It was an automatic response, a position he often assumed to comfort himself after being punished by his father. Looking down at the puddles of dog slime spattering his chest, and recalling Lad screwing Julius Gilles and filling his ass with his cum, Jonah wondered what it would feel like to have the hot slime up his bum. Innocent and uninhibited as boys naturally are at that age, he scooped up a dollop of Lad's thick, creamy load with his first two fingers and tried to work it into his rectum. Feeling the hot, sticky doggy slime oozing along the cord between his bumhole and his tiny balls, and having his fingers rubbing and stroking his sensitive little pucker, his little hardon encased in its tight foreskin jerked with arousal.

Telling him to coat his middle finger with cum, Cody instructed him on how to slip his finger up his butthole based on the dozens of porno stories he'd read about guys doing it. Inserting his middle finger as far as he could, Jonah began to ease it in and out of his rectum as Cody instructed. Once again he squirmed with pleasure thanks to Cody, this time from the burning sensation about his tight little pucker and from the weird sensation of having his finger probing up his hot, moist rectum. Already fully aroused, the young, blond-haired boy gasped and sighed with the pleasure pulsating through until then a totally ignored part of his body. He licked his rosy, parted lips and his thin, cum spattered chest rose and fell as he concentrated on the new pleasure and the familiar but strange pressure developing deep in his loins. Finally throwing his head back and groaning with the sweet pain, he convulsed with his dry orgasm.

Kneeling there beside the gasping, quivering boy, who still had his buttocks raised in the air with his stiff cocklet, the size of his little finger, pointing down accusingly at him, Cory gingerly ran his fingertips over the sensitive, baby-smooth globes which were more accustomed to being strapped than caressed. "Want me to finger fuck you?" Cory asked, his voice husky with arousal. Still recovering from his dry orgasm and feeling the pleasure of Cory's gentle caresses on his buttocks, Jonah nodded, his deep blue eyes looking up at the thirteen-year-old with gratitude and admiration. Dipping his middle finger in the deeper puddle of dog slime on Jonah's chest and coating it from tip to knuckle, Cody slowly stuck his finger up Jonah's little boy ass, surprised and delighted at the heat and moisture as Jonah's rectum encased his finger. He slowly began to work his finger in and out as Jonah had only minutes ago done to himself, and once again the naked youngster began to inhale and exhale deeply with the return of that new pleasure. He arched his back and groaned with delight, Cory's finger being bigger and longer than his own, and it being somehow even more pleasurable having someone else doing it to him than doing it to himself.

Cory had read a lot about finger fucking in the porn Anthony had shared with him, and had on occasion caressed his own butthole when jacking off, but he'd never gone so far as to finger fuck himself, and he'd never gone so far as to suggest it to Anthony or Terry. Seeing Jonah's reaction upon doing it to himself, and the thrill he was getting at the moment doing it to Jonah, that was going to change. Already near the point of orgasm from having watched Jonah jack off Lad and having watched Lad soak the seven-year-old with his ball slime, Cory delighted in the familiar growing pressure deep in his loins as he worked his finger in and out of Jonah's ass. Young and randy, Jonah looked forward to his second climax also, and as the naked, slimed seven-year-old bucked and trembled with his second dry orgasm, Cody bucked and trembled with delight also, thrusting his hips forward and spraying Jonah's chest, adding his own load of cum to Lad's.

Chapter Thirteen

Bob Moser glanced at his watch. Six-twenty-five. Julius Gilles would be there in five minutes. The man was as regular as clockwork. He began heading for the dense bush on the edge of the park that hid the freeway on the other side and helped to block out the noise. It had been kept largely in its natural state to dissuade park users from using it in order to maintain the bush as a natural boundary.

"Hey, Mister Moser!"

The groundskeeper turned at the sound of the familiar voice and his lips curled into a smile as the lean, darkly handsome teenager flipped up his skateboard and ran over to join him. "Hey Lane my man, how gozit?" he asked, giving the thirteen-year-old a high five.

"Kewel. An' you?"

"Same. Great to see you." Of the many things he missed about his former life, one of the things he missed the most was the spark and life of his teenage students and being a part of that vibrancy.

"You too." Bob Moser's students missed him as much as he missed them, and those who hadn't frequented Riverside Westbank Park before did so now in the hopes of running into him just to say hi, or to talk, about their lives, about things that were bothering them. Bob Moser was one of those rare adults who listened, and who cared.

"So, how'd the big game with Saint Pat's go on Saturday?"

"Fu-freaking wicked," Lane responded, catching himself before he swore. With an adult as cool as Bob Moser it was easy to slip into one's usual teenage vernacular even if the former teacher and coach was pushing sixty. "It was neck and neck all the way through the game, first Saint Pat's leading and then Glencoe. It was awesome, but we won, by one point!"

"Sounds great. Wish I'd been there to see it." Though the court case had exonerated him, Bob knew there were still suspicions and rumours, and that his presence would not be wanted by certain individuals, powerful individuals. He glanced at his watch. Julius Giles would be there in three minutes. "Bet that made your brother happy."

"Spence ain't team captain no more."

"He isn't?"

"No. The new coach replaced him with his son."

"He did?" Bob asked in surprise. "I can't believe Will Granger would do such a thing."

"Mister Granger didn't get the coaching job," Lane said dejectedly. Will Granger, another popular teacher, had stepped in to coach the team when Bob had been suspended and the team had hoped he'd continue when Bob was dismissed even though he was already coaching Glencoe's swim team.

"He didn't? Then who got the job?"

"Julian's father. Julius Gilles. Or as everyone calls him, Goosey Gilles," Lane replied bitterly. "Word is he sucked up big time to the Chairman of the Board, and made a huge donation."

Bob Moser was aware of his former fellow teacher's nickname, being in touch with the youth he taught and coached, just as he was aware of their nickname for him, Moose. Unlike the name used for Gilles, who did walk and act like a goose and whose name was derogatory, his was a name spoken with reverence and respect. He had actually gotten it from a close buddy and fellow teammate back when he was a high school soccer player from his method of playing soccer, and of course in reference to his size, which back then was six-foot-two [1.88m] and close to two-hundred pounds [90kg], fifty pounds [23kg] lighter than he was now, age and a weakness for the good things in life having resulted in a noticeable beer gut. Somehow his students had found out about the name and had naturally adopted it and passed it on to upcoming grades. He glanced at his watch again. Two minutes.

"Well, hey I gotta go."

The boy was lying. Bob could see it in his eyes, and in his voice. Teenage boys were not good liars, and he'd been a teacher and around them far to long not to know when they were telling the truth and when they were not. "Hey, no, that's all right."

"No, really. You got work to do."

"No, I'm off work," Bob replied. Of course the boy had to have noticed him glancing at his watch and had to think he didn't have time or wasn't interested in talking to him. Bob frowned. Hell, six months ago he'd never have been so inconsiderate. "How's Spence feel about Julian replacing him?"

"Pissed off. Julian's a great player and got the smarts when it comes to the game, but he's a bit of a snob and got an ego that's a pain in the ass and he's no way as good as Spence. Sides, everyone knows there's only one reason he got the position."

"And the rest of the team?"

"They feel same," Lane replied with a shrug. "It's Gilles that everyone totally hates though. The man's way too strict and a sarcastic son of a bitch besides. Sorry for my language, but he really is. Like there's totally no talking or kidding around during practice like you allowed. If a guy puts another in a headlock or something just for fun, it's two dozen pushups. If a guy makes a poor pass he says the guy kicks like a girl, or if the goalie misses blocking he asks if he's afraid of the wittle ball, stuff like that. We really wish you were back. Things just ain't the same."

Bob looked at the boy, and then over at the bushes. "Come with me. I have something to show you." Bob turned and ducking down low, pushed his way into the thick bush without giving his decision a second thought. If nothing else it would lift Lane's morale. Surprised and perplexed, Lane followed him. Crouching down in the tall grass and dense shrubbery, Bob smiled. Today the German Shepard was there. Lane was really going to see a show.

As he crouched there waiting, Bob thought back on his life, the last ten months anyway, something he'd been doing frequently and with growing bitterness and anger. Life takes mysterious turns. Last December he was on the top of the world, highly successful as a junior high teacher, respected by his peers and loved by his students, a beloved high school soccer coach, and a trusted cub scout leader. Then one day he spotted a backpack in the Baptist church parking lot and brought it in with him, thinking that one of his cub scouts had left it outside. Seeing him coming in with the backpack, Reverend Winthrop took it upon himself to check out the contents while Bob was in the basement of the church hall with his cub pack. Discovering a bag of pot and a copy of The Village Voice, the pastor immediately contacted the police and turned over his evidence. Envious of Bob's popularity and the way the youth looked to him for moral guidance instead of himself, and suspicious of the motives of the man who took such delight in being with young boys and whom he considered an aging hippy and flower child from the way he kept his long, grey-streaked dirty brown hair in a ponytail and from his casual dress, the evidence proved his suspicions beyond a doubt. He also saw it as an excellent way to get into the limelight and promote his own righteousness and moral agenda.

The Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys Board of Trustees immediately suspended his teaching contract and removed him from his position as the school's soccer coach, and the Regional Council of Scouts America temporarily dismissed him as the Riverside Westbank Cub Scout Leader. The Reverend's accusation of immoral behaviour and the official charges of selling pot to the cub scouts, counselling them to perform indecent acts, and molesting them during their overnight outings didn't hold up in court but by the time they had the hearing the school year was almost over.

The Board of Trustees terminated his contract, stating bluntly and simply that the controversy had hurt the Academy and several parents had threatened to withdraw their children if they kept him on staff. Of course they didn't want him coaching their children either. The Chairman of the Board, a pompous and uncaring asshole, had smiled at him condescendingly and assured him that it was simply a financial matter, nothing personal. He applied to the public school system but his application wasn't even acknowledged, and whenever he phoned, John Halder the Superintendent of Schools was conveniently never available. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know he was being ignored. Even though found not guilty, there had been enough controversy and suspicion for him to also lose his scout position. He knew he could win if he protested even though he didn't have the support of several powerful people on the Council, especially Helen Ballard with whom he'd had frequent clashes on the philosophy of scouting and what was appropriate activity for boys. Besides, again there were paranoid parents who would withdraw their children from the cub program and the parents who kept their children in would always be suspicious of him. Staying would only hurt the kids he enjoyed working with. Even some of his closest friends, many of them fellow teachers, believed the Reverend rather than him and the courts, and that hurt almost as much as not being able to work with children. Even the Catholic Bishop, Bishop Henry, got into the act even though he wasn't Catholic, giving his support to Pastor Winthrop and calling for stricter character background checks for anyone working with children, using the event of course to promote Catholicism and as an opportunity to grab some of the limelight himself.

So, he ended up taking on the job of groundskeeper for the Riverside Westbank Park, and for the past five months his hatred of the Reverend, his former friends, and those directly responsible for taking away everything he loved festered and grew. It was more than the loss of his positions. Little did any of them, even his closest friends, know that he really enjoyed the company of boys and all those years as a teacher, coach, and scout leader he had lusted for them in his mind but had never in fact done what he fantasized or read about on the Internet. Now, without the companionship and interaction with boys that had helped him curb his desires all these years, his sexual craving for boys had built up to a point of explosion, along with his new fixation, to humiliate and degrade the fathers, mothers and former friends who had opposed him.

Julius Gilles, unaware he had an audience, jogged into the opening and Lad, upon seeing his bitch, immediately ran toward him, tail wagging. As he leaped up and gave Julius a long, slobbery kiss, Julius returned the kiss on the dog's muzzle, feeling a true warmth and love for the animal, and not just the love of a master for his pet. Lad of course felt more than love, and began to hump the man's leg, to which the man joked with him about his impatience as he quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them helter skelter on the grass in his eagerness. Having seen Julius jogging and disappearing into the bushes on several occasions and at times remaining there for half an hour or more, Bob had finally followed him last Friday when he'd shown up in the park two hours early, and then on each subsequent day. He knew of course what was about to happen, and having Lane there to witness it seemed particularly fitting considering what Lane had told him.

Lane's jaw dropped and he stared bugeyed as the man who had replaced his brother as team captain stripped off his clothes and dropped to his hands and knees, and as the eighty-five-pound [38½kg] German Shepard mounted him and began to probe his ass with his red prick until he succeeded in inserting it. His eyes glued to the scene before him as the dog began fucking, he could not believe it. Gilles was very clearly enjoying it. Never had he ever seen anything so perverted and disgusting in his life.

Lane was not the only one to be surprised that afternoon. It was at that moment that Anton and François stepped into the clearing, having received a telephone message which they thought was from their dad to meet him at that particular location and time for their next lesson on sex. Of course it was a totally fictitious message using segments of tapes of their father's voice. They had been suspicious and reluctant when they'd gotten the call. It was most strange their father would phone them rather than tell them before he'd left on his regular run, and like all young boys, they didn't particularly look forward to a father-son talk about sex. In their case considering the previous lessons on strip dancing and on sucking, the call was consistent with their father's recent strange behaviour, and their apprehension was even more justified than for most boys. They were obedient sons however, and so they had shown up as requested. Seeing their father naked had been embarrassing enough, and seeing him naked and being screwed by a big, black and tan German Shepard, was something they could never have been prepared for. They at least had no reason to doubt the authenticity of the phone message.

Julius of course was just as surprised to see his two youngest sons as they were to see him. He immediately tried to struggle out from under the dog, but Lad was six years old and strong and horny besides. There was no way he was going to let Julius get out from under him. As the dog gripped him all the tighter with his front legs and continued to thrust his cock in and out of his rectum, his hot cock freely spurting cum up his ass and his knot rapidly swelling, Julius did not know what to say or do. How does a father explain that he had been slipping away from home each day to have sex with a dog? The shame and guilt that pleasure normally masked at this point flooded over him.

Bob had been surprised seeing Julius and the dog screwing on the first day, and then seeing Julius show up each day at the same time at the same spot and evidently look around with disappointment for the dog, so seeing now his two sons too wasn't as big a surprise. He of course knew Julius and his wife as parents who had boys attending Glencoe, and as parents of one of his soccer players. He also knew Julius as a fellow teacher. Even though he taught at the private school and Julius at the public, they ran into each other frequently enough at common teacher events, and Julius was always one to seek him out on such occasions and strike up a conversation, always about how Anton and Julian admired him and how François looked forward to being taught by him, and asking about job opportunities and jokingly commenting that he hoped Bob would put in a good word for him. Julius was also one of those with whom Bob bore a grudge, knowing that after all the sucking up to him and trying to get him to refer him to the Trustees each time a job came open at the Academy, he was among the first of the parents to demand the board fire him and the most vocal to denounce him before the trial, and among the first to raise suspicions after the verdict. Of course he knew that had nothing to do with him personally and was because Julius wanted desperately to be hired by the Academy and would do anything for the chance. The man wasn't a goose. He was a stinking weasel.

His disgust for the man had doubled when he'd seen him and the dog, not because of the perverted act he was engaging in, but because he always acted so pure and proper and especially so after the charges against him, decrying the morals of a man who lusted after young boys. What about a man who lusted after dogs and did it like a common cur in the park? Then there was the information just revealed that he'd sucked up and likely paid his way to take over his coaching job and in two and a half months had destroyed the teamwork and morale he'd built up, and in time would destroy the soccer team itself. That hatred extended to Anton, simply because he was Julius's son, and because he was just as much a snob and pompous ass as his father just as Lane had correctly said his older brother was. He had no doubt François was the same as his father and his brothers. As he knelt there in the bushes, that fermenting hatred suddenly flamed and the idea of humiliating his supposed friend in front of his two boys presented itself. Fucking the oldest boy in front of his dad would be just revenge.

Lane, bearing the man no love from the comments his older brother and his brother's teammates had made about him, and hating his sons for being the sons of the man who'd replaced his brother as team captain in favour of his son, felt the same desire to degrade and punish the man, to treat him with the same contempt as he treated others, and fucking the shit out of his youngest son came to his mind. He was not into fag sex and the thought was novel, but the idea was so strong and so attractive he could not deny it would give him great pleasure. Besides, watching the dog fucking the shit out of the hated coach had gotten him horny. He was, after all, only thirteen.

Anger and lust coursed through Lane's veins and with each thrust of the dog's hips it doubled. He had to act, and he had to act now. He'd felt anger toward the man before, whenever his brother had come home from practice or after watching him coaching a game, but never had it felt so strong. And of course he'd felt horny before, many times, but crouching there in the grass he'd never felt such lust and need in his loins. Nor had Bob, and as he glanced over at his former student, he saw the same anger and lust in the boy's dark eyes.

"What do you say we go join the fun?" Bob asked huskily.

"Kewel," Lane replied, a leer curling his lips.

"Well, well, well," said Bob as he strode across the small clearing, "if it isn't the Gilles boys out for some evening fun. At least father Gilles seems to be having fun, doesn't he Lane?"

"Oh yeah. A lot of fun," Lane replied, his eyes fixed on Lad's slimy red cock pistoning in and out of Julius's asshole and his swollen knot now fully expanded at the base. Julius looked up at the two helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"What's the matter, your shaggy boyfriend not have any puppies to fuck your boys?" Bob asked, pretending to look around for them. Hearing his former teacher use the F word surprised Lane, but also knowing how with it he was, it wasn't a shock.

Julius tried to get up, causing Lad to wrap his legs about his waist still tighter and to lunge forward, driving his knot into his rectum. The sudden lunge and entry of the swollen muscle caused Julius to wince with the pain despite the lube of Lad's copious emission. Lane's eyes widened with the disappearance of the dog's knot up Julius's ass and the boy could not help wincing himself with the thought of something that huge shoved up his asshole. "For God's sake, Bob, help me up," Julius managed to gasp between deep breaths, needless to say finding it difficult to talk, "can't you see I'm being attacked?"

"Attacked?" Bob asked with a smile. "And what did the dog do, strip you first?"

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"Sure," Bob said condescendingly, cutting him off. "Is that how you and your boys like it, getting raped?"

"Bob, for Heaven's sake!"

"What about it? You boys like getting your asses fucked too?" Bob asked, turning his attention to Anton and François. To his surprise, the look in the eyes of the two boys said yes. Of course they didn't say that, but he'd been around students long enough to pick up on the nonverbal signs, and these signs said the boys wanted to be screwed. Well, considering that their father stripped naked in the park and had sex with dogs, why not? "Well, unfortunately I don't see any other dogs around, but I think Lane and I can fill the job, what do you say Lane?" Bob asked as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, quickly followed by his underwear.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Lane responded, surprised by his former teacher's actions and by the sight of the man's privates. The man struck an imposing figure, six-foot-two [1.88m] and two-hundred-and-fifty pounds [113kg] with a solid build despite his beer gut, his dirty brown hair with strands of grey done up in a pony tail, his deep blue eyes, and his well-trimmed goatee of mostly salt and paprika, and he was hung to match, with large low-hung balls and a long, thick cock. Lane pushed down his baggy cargo shorts and his boxers. The boy was of course fully aroused from what had been happening, and his balls and stiff, young cock was of a nice size for a thirteen-year-old.

"Have you boys ever had a man's cock up your ass before?" Bob asked as he stepped up to Anton. Anton and François shook their heads but Bob could tell from the look in their eyes that there was something the boys were not telling him. Undoing Anton's belt and pulling down his fly, he yanked down the boy's jeans and underwear and spun him around. The sight of his smooth, white, compact ass completed Bob's transformation and his cock jutted up in the air proud and eager for action. If there had been any doubt in Bob's mind before, it was gone with the sight of the boy's compact ass and tender little pucker. Copying his idol and mentor, Lane did the same with François, his roughness with the wide-eyed, frightened nine-year-old redhead being more out of inexperience and excitement than intentional.

"Moser, you're going to pay for this," Julius said angrily, unable to do anything else than threaten. He had to do something. These were his sons!

"Pay? You mean to say you're pimping your boys' asses?" Bob taunted with a grin. He didn't expect an answer as he pulled apart Anton's cheeks and placed the tip of his aching cock against the boy's hole. He immediately felt the boy's sphincter open as the boy pushed out with his stomach. So, he'd been right. The boy did want it, and evidently had already had it. He was too frightened to have lied to him so evidently whoever had fucked him before had not been a man. He wondered who it had been, or if maybe he too had a doggie playmate. Either way, it was probably what he'd sensed the two boys were holding back. It didn't really matter. Gripping Anton's ass firmer, he slowly pressed forward, wedging his dickhead into the boy's hole. Anton inhaled sharply and tensed with the pain as he tried desperately to open his asshole wider. The man's cock was a lot larger than Cory Wilson's! Bob knew the boy was in pain, his dick being wider than most men's, but at that point he did not care. In fact he wanted the boy to feel pain because he was Goosey Gilles's son, and because he wanted Gilles to see his son's pain. He pushed on ruthlessly, grunting and gasping with the effort, and Anton grunted and gasped too as he tried to accommodate the man. His asshole felt like it was being split and he gritted his teeth to hold back his scream.

Lane had never considered fucking another guy's ass before and though aware of the world of porn out there as available as a click on his computer, he'd never been all that interested even for pictures or stories about straight sex. So, as he positioned the tip of his stiff cock in François' hole and grasped François' hips and pushed forward, it was only by copying Bob, whom he was watching out of the corner of his eye. And, as François pushed out with his stomach, having been fucked twice already by Anthony and once by his brother and knowing how to lessen the pain, Lane had no idea that the boy had previous experience. He too had a wide cock, but at the age of thirteen, it was still slender compared to that of a man's, and Anthony's cock had been just as wide, so he had less difficulty sinking his cock up François' rectum. He was surprised how hot and how moist the boy's rectum was, and that it felt like what he'd imagined a girl's cunt would feel like.

Bob had by then forced his knob inside Anton and was sinking his seven-inches [18cm] of stiff, aching meat up the twelve-year-old's rectum. It was delightful, even more delightful than the porn he'd read had described, even more delightful than he'd imagined it would be. Grasping Anton's hips tightly, he slowly eased his cock back up until his knob was stretching open the boy's sphincter, this time from the inside, and then he slowly sank his cock back in, delighting in the pleasure throbbing through his stiff cock. It seemed so much larger up the boy's asshole compared to being in his hand. He had imagined this for years, and now that it was finally a reality, he could not believe how marvellous it felt. As he worked his thick cock in and out of the boy, the boy opened and closed his sphincter in time with his movements, confirming that the boy had previous experience. That did not disappoint him, and in fact, it also confirmed his contention all along that boys were sexual beings with sexual needs just like men, a fact adults consistently ignored or outright denied. From the boy's deep breathing and trembling, it was evident also that he was enjoying getting his ass fucked, which made fucking him all the more pleasant.

Lane had no such previous fantasies and nothing to base his first experience on. All he knew was that it felt fucking damn good. His cock was surrounded by hot, moist flesh, just as it would if he were fucking a girl, and it felt good having it totally surrounded by pulsating flesh. His knob tingled and burned with that still new and awesome pleasure just like it did when he jerked off. François was gasping and trembling just as he'd imagined a girl would when he fucked her. Actually, he had to admit that having sex with another guy was not all that bad, and that it was better than getting off by yourself. Of course he was the one doing the fucking, and François was the one being fucked. That made a big difference. And he was fucking the son of the coach who had replaced his brother as team captain. That made a big difference too, a very big difference. He thrust his cock in and out of François not just with the urgency of a thirteen-year-old experiencing his first fuck and eager to get his nuts off, but also with the anger of a young teen. With each thrust of his throbbing cock deep up the nine-year-old's rectum he was getting his brother's revenge against Julius Gilles.

Bob had exactly the same thoughts. After five months, he was getting his revenge against the first of the many who had wronged him. He was fucking the son of the man who had promoted hatred against him. Well, he hated Julius Gilles as much as the man hated him, maybe even more. So the former teacher, coach and cub leader thrust his hips forward angrily, impaling the squirming twelve-year-old boy with his seven-inch [18cm] spike of flesh. His deep blue eyes blazed with lust and with revenge as he took out his anger on the boy, fucking him furiously before his father, having purposefully positioned himself so Julius Gilles could see both of his sons being raped, and so that he could watch the molestation of young François.

Julius knelt there pinned under Lad and locked with him as the dog spurted out his seed as he watched his two boys being abused. He had envied Bob Moser for years, and now he hated him. Bob had the respect and admiration of his students, something Julius wished he had but could not. Even his own son spoke admiringly of him. Bob was teaching at the prestigious Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys despite his obvious hippy appearance, though he did wear the school uniform as required, a position and a privilege that had been repeatedly denied Julius. And the man had done nothing to help him get a job at the Academy. He had hated him for that, and now he hated him for what he was doing to his son. At least he had the vindication that he'd been right. Bob Moser was an abuser of young boys as he'd claimed all along. Bob Moser was a pervert paedophile who delighted in having sex with boys, something else that deep down inside he 3; Julius shook the thought from his head. No. He concentrated on his hatred to prevent its return. It was better to hate Bob Moser for what he was doing than to envy him. Better to hate the man than feel the shame and frustration of kneeling there in the clearing unable to help either of his boys. Better to hate the man than feel the embarrassment and humiliation of having been found in the park stark naked and having sex with a dog.

Bob Moser saw the look of anger, embarrassment, and shame on Julius's face, which heightened his delight in ravishing his twelve-year-old son. He fucked the boy rapidly and roughly, each trust of his stiff cock up the boy's ass being like a dagger's thrust in Julius Gilles's heart. He concentrated on the pleasure of the young boy's hot, pulsating ass and on the perversity of fucking the boy before his father and before his brother, who was being ravished just as eagerly. Lane, his dark eyes almost closed in ecstasy behind those deliciously long and fluttering eyelashes, his soft, beardless cheeks flushed with pleasure and his smooth, ruby lips parted as he inhaled and exhaled deeply with his pleasure and as his lean, muscular body perspired in the late afternoon sun, soaking his black nylon net T-shirt, was lost in his own world of sexual delight as he felt the pressure developing in his loins. The sight of the black-haired, dark-eyed youth in the throes of sexual ecstasy as he furiously fucked the shit out of Julius Gilles's nine-year-old son brought Bob to the brink.

As Lad's continuously spurting cock finally subsided and he pulled his knot out of Julius's asshole, Bob grunted and lunged forward, sinking his seven-inch [18cm] cock up Anton's rectum and filling it with his hot, thick cum. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed shot up the boy's ass with more force than he'd ever shot before. To his delight it seemed as if there was going to be no end. At the same time Lane grasped François's hips as he too lunged forward and pumped his thick, teenage cum up the boy's asshole. Young and perpetually horny, he too shot repeatedly and copiously and he groaned with the immense pleasure of each shot. He and Bob threw back their heads and trembled and gasped with the delight of their ejaculations, and Julius Gilles knelt there naked and helpless as he watched, his cock sticking up between his legs, the result of the lengthy fuck he'd received.

It was several minutes before Bob finally pulled his still stiff cock out of Anton's asshole, and as he did so, so did Lane. Like himself, the boy was still stiff, and the sight of the thirteen-year-old's stiff cock jutting up in the air and anointed with his fresh cum and François' ass juices made Bob ache with delight at the boy's pleasure and with joy in being in part responsible for it. How could any sensible man deny a boy such a pleasure? How could any man condemn another for wishing it? He glanced over at Julius and smirked at the look of shame and humiliation on the man's face. He could only imagine how the man must be feeling having just watched his two young sons get the shit fucked out of them. Well, he deserved it. He deserved it and more, much more for what he'd done.

"Felch your boys." Julius looked up at the man, not comprehending what the man wanted him to do. "Felch. You know, suck the cum back out of their assholes."

Julius's look of lack of comprehension turned to a look of disbelief. How could he ask him to do such a thing? How could a man with such a filthy mind have been hired to teach at the Royal Glencoe? He looked up into those crazed, blazing eyes filled with disgust and with hatred. The man was evidently not just a pervert, but he was crazy besides. The memory of having forced the blond seven-year-old son of Reverend Winthrop to do the same thing to him flashed through his mind, except it had been dog cum that he'd forced the boy to suck up. That seemed so long ago. What sort of sicko pervert was he himself? He looked up into Bob Moser's eyes again. He knew he'd better respond or who knows what would come to the man's mind next. Shuffling over to Anton on his knees, he pulled apart his son's ass cheeks and ran his tongue up along his crack, tasting the salty sweat of his ass crack and the bitter cum that had oozed out of his hole and down the cord toward his balls. He wormed his tongue in his son's hole as Bob instructed, too demoralized to fight, and he fastened his lips to his young son's asshole and sucked out the man's cum, flavoured with his son's shit and ass juice. He opened his mouth, full of the foul brown-streaked white slime to prove he'd done as he'd been told before swallowing it. He gagged and brought it back up, but forced it back down before it spewed out, knowing he'd only be forced to eat it anyway. Bob laughed and commented that he didn't have to bring it back up to taste it a second time. His other son had a load waiting to be felched also. His cheeks burning with shame and his eyes glaring with hatred, he fastened his lips to Anton's hole once again and continued sucking Bob Moser's seed from his son's ass.

Lane stood there in surprise and in delight as he watched Julius Gilles sucking his older son's asshole and then shuffling over and placing his lips against the butthole of his youngest. This was the icing on the cake, watching the hated coach sucking his cum out of his son's hole. He, like most of his classmates, had used the derogatory term 'suckhole' many times in the past. The next time he used it, it would have a whole new meaning. Who would ever imagine a guy would actually do something so perverted? Who would ever imagine Goosey Gilles would do such a thing, to his own sons! Wait until he told Spence about this! It served the son of a bitch right for what he'd done, for what he'd done to his brother and for what he'd done to Mister Moser. And so he stood there and stared in fascination and in delight as Julius Gilles sucked his cum out of his youngest son's ass, and as he opened his mouth to show him the mouthful of slime, looking like congealed eggwhite streaked with brown molasses, to prove he'd done as he'd been told before he swallowed the teenage boy's thick, tart load. He wished Spence could see the look of disgust on the man's face.

"Now you two boys can thank your pervert dad by doing the same for him," Bob said, the idea just popping into his head and him voicing it without a second thought. Served the bastard right for doing what he'd done to him. Served his two snobbish, arrogant sons right also for being snobbish and arrogant. "Do it," he said with an edge to his voice, an uncharacteristic edge that Lane Spudder had never heard his former teacher and Royal Glencoe Academy coach use before.

Anton and François nervously and fearfully knelt behind their dad and looked apprehensively at his asshole. It was raw and red from Lad's furious fucking and from having been plugged by Lad's knot, and it was leaking the copious, watery cum the dog had shot up it. Anton swallowed hard as he slowly leaned forward and placed his lips against his father's asshole. He gagged with just the thought and drew back. Inhaling deeply and bracing himself, he leaned forward again. He had heard Justin speak of the former coach with praise and admiration, but he'd also heard his father and others speak of the man's evil and their disgust for him. How there could be two such opposing views the twelve-year-old did not understand. What he did understand was that he had better obey the man, and that the sooner he and his brother did as they'd been told the sooner it would be over.

And so the two sons took turns sucking on their father's asshole, sucking the salty, bitter doggy slime from his ass along with his ass slime and bits of shit. François pressed his young, smooth lips against his father's filthy asshole and sucked, and licked the slime from his lips as he swallowed the foul concoction and watched his brother do the same. The two boys felt filthy and ashamed, and yet there was a sense of eroticism and arousal in what they were doing which made them wonder if they were suffering from the same mental illness their father was. Julius stood there, flushed a bright red with embarrassment and humiliation, his lips and cheeks glistening with the ass slime of his two sons and the cum from Bob Moser and Lane Spudder and with a foul taste in his mouth. Despite the filth and perversion, despite his shame and embarrassment, he too felt a sense of eroticism and his swollen cock ached with arousal. He had the biggest, stiffest hardon he'd ever had in his life, and the fact it was the result of having his two sons felch the dog slime from his asshole was sick. Lad of course had filled his ass well, and it took his sons a long time to clean him. By the time they were done his cock felt like it would burst if it was touched.

Bob had seen the man's perverted reaction and had considered having his two boys apply their sucking skills and talented tongues to their father's aching cock, but at the last moment he decided against it. He smiled wickedly as he looked down at the two kneeling boys and then up at their father. The boys themselves still had raging boners, from being fucked and from the mutual felching between themselves and their father. Well, let the three of them go home horny and unfulfilled. That was fitting. This time.

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