PZA: Teacher 66-67

— tb Mt Ft —
Thanks to Terry for suggesting Jonah become Anton's master and that Anton and Michael get together, and to Billy and John whose questions lead to other revelations about the characters in this chapter.
This is the tenth of a series of concluding chapters in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just punishments.

Unbeknownst to Juan, he was not the only one thinking of Ramon. At that moment fourteen-year-old Anton Gilles, snuggled up to his lover and master up in his bedroom and unaware of the goings-ons of his two brothers-in-law, sisters, and father, was recalling the events and people responsible for his unexpected present contentment and bliss. Initially there had been a time of confusion and chaos and of pain and embarrassment, back two years ago when he and his brothers had suddenly been yanked from their daily routines and comfortable lives and forced to engage in disgusting and humiliating acts with each other, with his father, with Cory Wilson and his close buddies, and with Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers. That had been a painfully unhappy and shame-filled period of his life he'd just as soon forget. It had been the end of his life as, he knew now, a pampered, spoiled obnoxious but contented little brat and the beginning of a new and very wretched and tormented life.

As the months had passed by he'd slowly discovered his Goth self and his gay orientation and he'd entered the third phase of his life, engaging in a frenzy of sex-related activities driven by lust and an awareness of his sexuality. Much of that period was a blur of faceless Johns and back alley and bathroom sex and an overwhelming desire for cock, any cock, any way he could get it. That had been a happier time, the constant physical stimulation and the physical pleasure of sex at least making his bouts of depression and low sense of worth at least bearable when he sat there in a puddle of piss in the boy's room being laughed at and looked upon with contempt by his classmates, or when he saw the looks in people's eyes as he stood on the street corner selling himself.

Then last April, just over a year ago now, his father, kid sister and brother, and himself had unwillingly gotten their Mohawk haircuts and he began hanging around with an older crowd of teens and young adults, individuals like Deathboy, Fang, and Sarsparilla, a group of social outcasts that never went by their given names and had banded together for support, a group bound together by their rejection of society and society's rejection of them, their rejection of religion in favour of Satanism, and their interest in vampires and all things Gothic. Those had been weird times and though he hadn't believed in any of the stuff they did, he knew about rejection by his peers and his father and older brother and he needed a family badly.

So he got a Prince Albert and his scrotum pierced with a Jacob's ladder of six rings, but he drew the line at sticking pins in his nipples or cutting swastikas into his skin like the rest of them, and cutting himself and sucking his blood. He had sex with Sarsparilla and a couple of the other young teen girls because they were turned on by his looks, he really didn't enjoy it. Sex with Crackpot on the other hand was a much different matter. Crackpot was always spaced out, usually on crack and hence his name, and truly and honestly thought he was a five-hundred-year-old vampire, and fully accepted Anne Rice's version that vampires were gay, having a complete collection of all her work and reading them intently whenever he wasn't high.

He and Crackpot became a couple for two months during which time Anton rarely had sex with others. They weren't really lovers. It was more of a master-apprentice relationship during which Anton learned a lot about vampires and witchcraft and herbs and mushrooms, Crackpot being really into the medicinal benefits of both. Anton had experienced his first Peyote vision and his first Magic Mushroom hallucination with Crackpot. Sex with Crackpot was always intense, under the influence of drugs or not, and in the two months they were together Anton learned a lot about obeying and pleasing a master, and the darker side of an S-M relationship, and he found joy in his masochistic role.

Crackpot wore his long, black hair slicked back greaser style of the 1960's, and he wore thick eyeliner and black eyeshadow and lipstick, which stood out and made his pallid skin look even paler. He honestly believed direct contact with the sun's rays would kill him and he rarely went outside in the daytime, and if he did, it was covered head to toe in black, which he always wore anyway except for the red lining of his cape, including gloves and a ski mask and thick cowl over his head. His favourite foreplay was to chain Anton to a cross while dressed like that, Anton having drawn the line at being nailed to the cross which Crackpot said apprentices in his earlier lives had willingly done. Crackpot would then slowly and seductively strip him, cutting away his clothing with a razor blade, revealing first just a nipple, which he'd caress and lick until it was hard, and then the other nipple, a testicle, and so on, Anton wearing a stretch nylon T and pants, both black, which Crackpot always replaced.

He allowed himself to be nicked in the fleshy pad of his thumb so his blood would trickle into his palm and down his forearm, which Crackpot would lick up with his long, pointed tongue. He similarly allowed himself to be nicked above the nipples so the blood would flow down over them and Crackpot could lick his bloody teats, and of course his shaved groin so Crackpot could lap up the trickles of blood trickling over his cock and his balls. Crackpot took it slowly, keeping his nipples and cock hard for hours, allowing the tension and the lust to build up until at last Crackpot took him savagely, usually turning him around and raping him there on the cross or sometimes unchaining him and having him drop to his knees in front of the cross and take him in his mouth. And he brought Anton off, licking his dick or jacking him off. Anton was one of those boys whose sexual maturity was delayed and though able to cum more regularly now, it was a thin and watery load compared to Crackpot's thick slime. Crackpot usually brought him off in a chalice, to which he added a few drops of Anton's blood by nicking his foreskin, and then shared the mix with his young apprentice. Anton didn't mind. Crackpot always treated him well and lavished him with gifts afterwards, expensive rings and studs, fine-linked gold and silver chains and fine silk garments.

Then, one Sunday in the middle of last summer, four months after he, his father, and his younger brother and sister had gotten their Mohawk haircuts, his life took still another turn down still another new path, thanks to young Jonah Winthrop. He had first met Jonah back when Jonah was seven and he was twelve at the party Cory had held where Dominic Halder had lost his prune and he'd been forced to lick young Dominic's ass to get it slippery with spit, and to suck out Cory's cum after he'd fucked the boy. After felching Dominic, he and his best buddy Jason Freeman had been forced to jack off a black sleaze ball friend of Cory's called Billy Dean, who was balling his sister at the time and would eventually become his brother-in-law, while Billy had jacked them off.

Three weeks later, at another of Cory's parties, he had been forced to admit he'd fucked ass and that he'd had his fucked, and that he liked getting fucked. That night his ass had been fucked by every guy in the party, beginning with Jonah, who had never fucked ass before. That had been humiliating, getting fucked by every guy at the party, and especially by a boy five years younger than himself in front of a bunch of other guys, but it had felt awesome too. Later that night he had engaged in a daisy chain, he sucking Cory's buddy Terry who had sucked Jonah who had sucked him. And in the morning when he and Jonah woke up and found everyone sucking, the two of them had engaged in a sixty-nine. That was the night he'd come to realize just how much he enjoyed bringing other guys off.

Three months later, on Valentine's day, just over a year ago now, he'd been picked up much to his surprise and embarrassment by his German teacher Jacob Schuller who took him to his home and shot a porno movie of him and Jonah with Jonah pretending to be his rich master and he Jonah's boytoy slave. He'd gotten spanked and whipped by Jonah, had been forced to lick the seven-year-old boy's feet and asshole, and then had gotten fucked by Jonah while sucking off his teacher who was posing as a butler. There was more. He'd gotten fisted for the first time, by Jonah, a boy five years younger than himself, in front of his teacher and on film. That day had been the most humiliating, and the most erotic experience he'd ever had, one that he'd often fallen asleep thinking about after a hot bedtime jerk session.

Anyway, that Sunday nine months ago he'd been in one of his bitchy moods, feeling particularly down and useless, and he had gone down to Riverside Westbank Park where he often went to think, enjoying the quiet and serenity of the landscaped grounds and flower gardens and the secluded spots where a guy could be alone. He had spotted Jonah and his family having their traditional after services picnic lunch and had begun to circle around them but Jonah had spotted him also and had called out for him to join them. He had wanted to be alone and had declined but Jonah and his family had insisted in their sickeningly sweet Christian way and so he had finally given in. It had actually distracted him from his dour thoughts for a while as they shared the lavish spread Mrs Winthrop always prepared for her brood of eight, five boys and three girls from the ages of two to nineteen, with another, a girl she hoped, on the way.

However, seeing how happy and close the Winthrops all were compared to his weird and dysfunctional family who seldom talked to each other anymore and who had just gone through the stress of his father losing his job and the works of them being kicked out of school, he and his brothers out of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys, and his sisters out of Gladys Harper Private School for Girls, and now Cory and his mother having this weird and impossible idea of moving out of the only home he'd ever known to a mansion out in Mountainview Estates, it got him feeling miserable and sorry for himself all over again. After their picnic lunch he and Jonah strolled off and he found himself over in the clearing near the freeway where he and his father and brothers had been forced to service Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers a little better than a year and half ago though it now seemed like ages, which made him feel all the more depressed.

Jonah had to have sensed his dark mood, which wouldn't have taken any great skill considering how Anton was feeling. The boy had asked what was wrong and Anton had found himself telling Jonah everything, about his father losing his job and thinking about starting a private school and how they'd all been kicked out of school, how his family never talked or did anything together and how they'd all begun doing the weirdest and most perverted things, his father doing it with dogs and eating shit, his mother doing it with a boy only a year older than himself and obviously pregnant by him, his older sister making out with and obviously pregnant by a nigger years older than herself, his kid brother finger fucking himself to sleep every night, and his kid sister having a thing for sniffing boys' underwear. As for himself, Anton told how empty and pointless his life seemed, and how miserable he was with his life, and how that the things he was doing with the group he was hanging with brought him great physical pleasure but when they were over he felt disgusted and ashamed with himself. Opening up to a boy five years younger than he was, a boy who had just finished grade three while he was about to go into grade nine was weird in itself, but then the kid was the son of a preacher.

To his surprise, Jonah had said he understood, and that his family was going through a lot of turmoil and stress too despite outward appearances, his father having become so obsessed with sin and wickedness he had become even more of a tyrant in running the lives of his family than he'd already been, constantly coming up with new and stricter rules, setting totally unreasonable curfews and conditions on the things they could do and the friends they could have, which his older siblings had a particularly difficult time with. Jonah added that his father's punishments were also becoming harsher and more severe for breaking the rules, and to illustrate his point he had lifted his shirt and shown Anton the welts across his back and had said those across his bum were even worse. Though Anton's own father did some weird things at least he didn't beat him, and for that Anton was grateful. Jonah said his mother figured his father was on the verge of a mental breakdown and attributed it to the stress of his job and had been urging him to hire an assistant preacher. She said his father took things too personally in his attempt to save everyone from hell. Despite the way his father had treated him, Jonah felt sad for his father and wished there was something he could do to help him.

Anton was about to say he was living in hell and that worshipping Satan didn't seem to make things any better than worshipping God, but considering he was talking to a preacher's son, he figured he'd best keep quiet. Jonah, having the same oratory gift as his father, either through inheritance or by following his father's example, and really warming up to the topic, didn't notice Anton's pause and kept on talking, saying he also understood about the need to have a purpose in your life, a goal. That was what drove his father to such extremes, having a goal to save souls just like his father before him. According to his father it was good to have order and control and to obey orders, something few did today, and he agreed. He observed that his father had often said that a person needed a purpose in his life or he would succumb to the whims of Satan, and that his father had also said that everyone, children and adults, needed direction and discipline from a guide who was wiser and stronger, whether that be a parent, a teacher, a preacher, a bishop, or God Himself. Jonah observed his father especially said that when he caned his bum for being sinful, like for taking a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner and stuff, and when his father rimmed and sucked his bumhole and then had Jonah fuck his ass, saying also that it was important a father and son share the one thing that only men can share.

Somehow just talking had made Anton feel better. They had wandered to the clearing behind the hedge row that marked the boundary of the park and hid the freeway on the other side, the spot where he and his father had often come to service Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers, and where, unbeknownst to him, Jonah had engaged in his first sixty-nine and had performed his first felching, both with Anton's father three weeks before the first time Anton had sex with his father. What happened next just came natural to the two of them. He'd turned to say thanks to Jonah for listening to him and Jonah had looked up at him with those beautiful, deep blue eyes and long blond eyelashes that melted the hearts of women and boylovers, and the two of them kissed.

Jonah's breath had been sweet and his lips tasted of cinnamon and his mother's apple pie, and his long, blond hair cascading in waves over his shoulders was fine and silky and smelled so fresh and clean. They kissed again, and again, and they pulled each other's shirt out of each other's jeans and slipped their hands under each other's shirt and began to caress each other's smooth back. At seven going on eight Jonah's body was firm and slender and smooth, no longer the body of a little boy but not yet the body of an adolescent. Anton, having turned thirteen three months earlier, was slender and his body solid and muscular but still having the soft, rounded contours of pre-adolescence, the boy being a late bloomer. Soon they had unbuttoned each other's shirt and were caressing each other's chests, expertly arousing and stimulating each other with their lips, tongues and fingertips with a skill way beyond their tender ages.

Their youthfulness became even more evident as they chucked their jeans and underwear and revealed their tender young boy cocks, Anton's not being that much longer nor thicker than young Jonah's. His pubes were hairless too, in his case due to shaving, and though he had a series of six gold rings attached to his young, slightly darkening testicles which were still sporadically producing cum, and a Prince Albert inserted in his knob, his piercings added rather than distracted from the childish appearance of his young equipment. Jonah's delightful jewels on the other hand were unadorned and a soft whitish pink just like the rest of his untanned stomach and hairless pubes, his foreskin still tight and totally encasing his knob, both the same milky colour as his shaft and his tiny, wrinkled immature balls.

Jonah entering that age where boys are ferociously homophobic and Anton at that age where such matters as masculinity and sexual orientation are confusing and worrisome, what the two boys did next was not typical of boys their ages. The two boys for very different reasons, though they did have in common an individual who had helped both set off on a more enlightened path than most boys, felt no such shame nor guilt in seeking pleasure with that which made them male, nor in doing so with another individual of the same sex. The two boys were fully erect, and while they kissed and embraced as they stood there naked in the clearing, seven-year-old Jonah reached behind the older boy and slipped his middle finger into his eager, hot chute. Accustomed to being finger fucked by himself and by others, Anton readily opened up to the young boy's slender digit, and Jonah, accustomed to fucking others with his finger, slowly and expertly inserted his digit up the older boy's hot, moist chamber. That finger was soon joined by a second, and then a third, and then ever so slowly and expertly and carefully, young Jonah slipped his fist into the older boy's rectum.

Anton inhaled deeply with the exquisite pleasure of having his anus spread open wider than it ever had before, and wider than any cock could stretch it, and with the memory of the first time he'd felt a fist up his rectum, which of course had been Jonah's now fifteen months ago. Jonah nibbled on the back of Anton's neck as he fucked the thirteen-year-old's ass with his fist there in the fresh summer air that Sunday afternoon in the park, and it was not long before he brought the panting, squirming boy off, Anton spreading his legs and gasping with pleasure as his thin, early teen cum spurted out of his wagging cock and sprayed the grass. As Jonah eased his fist out of Anton's rectum, Anton turned and immediately dropped to his knees and took the seven-year-old's slender cock in his mouth and began to suck him off, and with the little pervert's skills it was not long before the youngster was grasping Anton's shoulders and arching his body back as he trembled with a powerful dry orgasm.

That was the beginning of a four-month relationship during which Jonah became Anton's mentor, and his master, and Anton willingly became Jonah's pupil and slave. He had always found joy in bringing others pleasure, men and boys though especially the latter, and he delighted in their sexual ecstasy as much as he delighted in the taste and feel of their cocks. Through Jonah Anton learned a totally different way to bring another boy pleasure, that being to obey and to serve him, in all ways, not just fulfilling his sexual desires, though the two combined was the greatest pleasure of them all. From Jonah he learned to unselfishly bring another boy pleasure in whatever way he wanted, physically, mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually, for that, Jonah said, emulated the relationship between Christians and God and the order of the world.

They spent many hours talking about the order of the world and about religion, Jonah sitting on a foot stool and he on the floor at his master's feet. And as they talked he massaged Jonah's slender, young feet with his long, skilful fingers, and he licked his soles and sucked on his toes and wiggled his tongue between his digits, delighting in the hot sneaker smell of the youngster's feet, which relaxed him and pleased him as much as his foot play relaxed and pleased Jonah. He loved the way the seven-year-old giggled when he tickled his soles with his tongue. Of course their foot play was only the beginning, and his tongue eventually travelled up along Jonah's slender legs and tickled his sensitive inner thighs before moving on to lick his tender young balls and his by then erect and aching young cocklet, licking and teasing it until Jonah jerked uncontrollably with his dry orgasm.

When Jonah had turned eight at the end of August, Anton had eagerly rimmed the youngster on his birthday as he'd lain on his back on his bed up in his bedroom and had raised his rump and spread his legs for him while Jonah's parents were downstairs having a second piece of birthday cake, blissfully unaware of what their young son was doing. He'd eagerly wormed his tongue up Jonah's dank hole and with his tongue up his rectum he'd pressed his lips against his anus and sucked on his hole, delighting in its dank smell and taste. Having his asshole rimmed and sucked was Jonah's favourite sex act, next to fisting others. Of course over their four-month relationship he gave the boy many blow jobs besides, and bent over and let the boy take him up the ass, and he delighted in being fisted until Jonah made him spurt.

Anton smiled as he recalled their nights together, and he wondered what might have come of their relationship had it not been for one Saturday about six months ago, in mid-November. Ramon Carlos, his brother-in-law's younger brother, was visiting Juan as he'd occasionally been doing since Juan had married Annette, and it happened that at the same time Jonah was visiting Anton. When a sudden storm had come up it, was decided it best the two boys spend the night on the estate. Although they had plenty of guest rooms, upon Cory's suggestion Mr. Gilles got some foam mattresses, pillows and sleeping bags from the porn studio for the two boys so they could have a sleep-over in Anton's room. Bringing them a large plate of freshly baked cookies and mugs of hot cocoa, Mrs. Gilles headed back down to join Annette with their babies for a while before retiring with Cory who knew nature would take its course in Anton's room without any assistance from him.

Anton, Jonah and Ramon talked about the usual things young boys talk about, their favourite video games, school and sports, all three being avid soccer fans. Eventually the conversation turned, as it does with healthy, curious young boys, to sharing their sexual knowledge, and as they began to get horny, to the secret of jacking off. Considering their extensive experiences and knowledge, Anton and Jonah were surprised by the even greater knowledge and experience of ten-year-old Ramon, three months away from his eleventh birthday. They compared their jacking off techniques and found each was quite different, Anton preferring his fist and grasping his entire cock, Jonah preferring to use just his thumb and first finger, and Ramon preferring what he called the butterfly technique, brushing his dick ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers, like a butterfly landing on it he said, the idea causing them all to giggle.

The boys of course had to try it, and sitting in a circle on Anton's bed they watched and copied Ramon as he fluttered his fingers, touching down on the shaft and head of his erect cocklet and on his hairless balls at random. Soon their erect cocklets were jerking with arousal and it was not long before all three butterflies were landing on each other's stiff mushroom and dancing along the sensitive rims of their turgid caps until all three boys were jerking on the bed uncontrollably with their orgasms. Anton being the only one capable of spurting, as he shot off into a hastily grabbed fist of Kleenex the two younger boys closely observed his feat.

As they recovered sitting there on Anton's bed munching on cookies and sipping their mugs refilled with hot, sweet cocoa, they talked about how great it was to orgasm, and how glad they were that they were boys and not girls. Anton observed that of all the sex acts he knew about, the ones he most enjoyed doing were oral, French kissing, rimming and sucking cock. Asking for a demonstration, Ramon felt himself quickly becoming aroused again as he sat there and watched Anton deep kissing eight-year-old Jonah, who between being watched and having Anton slipping his tongue in his mouth and kissing him also began to get stiff again. Anton eagerly demonstrated his skill next on the ten-year-old Puerto Rican, and then having the boy lay on his back and propping up his buttocks with the pillows his father had brought, he proceeded to rim his tight, puckered, bean-brown bung hole. He was skilled at what he was doing, and enjoyed it, worming his tongue into the younger boy's dank hole and pressing his lips against it and sucking on it like it was a honey pot. He soon had young Ramon squirming with his approaching orgasm. Slipping his lips over the boy's smooth, reddish-brown Puerto Rican sausage, he sucked gently on the throbbing, aching flesh as he slipped his smooth lips up and down the shaft and over the tiny bulb until Ramon was snorting and quivering with his orgasm. Anton was skilled, and he beamed down happily at the flushed, gasping boy.

Jonah, who had been fiddling with himself as he'd watched the two boys, was delighted when Anton raised his hips and began to rim him, quickly bringing him to his peak and similarly bringing him off by pushing back his tight, silky foreskin with his lips and sucking on his exposed, blood-engorged little plum. After they had recovered once again and with his mouth stuffed with one of Mrs. Gilles's chocolate fudge brownies, Jonah observed that his favourite way of bringing other guys off was by fisting, and he willingly demonstrated his skill upon Ramon's request, lubing up Anton's eager asshole and doing him first. Being hyper from his earlier oral sex and full of sugar from his mother's baking, Anton was soon spurting out a thin, early teen load for a second time that night. Beaming with satisfaction, the eight-year-old preacher's son turned to Ramon who just as eagerly and without the slightest apprehension, being a sex-craving little pervert like the other two, lay on his back with his buttocks raised on pillows and let Jonah grease up his rectum and then insert a finger, then two, three, and finally his entire fist up his shit hole. Never in a million years would the members of his father's congregation, especially the wives and mothers, have suspected the pretty blue-eyed cherub with the long, curly blond hair who sang in the church choir to engage in such a filthy perversion. The sweet, young preacher's boy smiled as he soon had the ten-year-old Puerto Rican clenching his eyes and his anal sphincter tight as he tensed and cried out with his dry orgasm.

By this time it was well after midnight, but the three young boys were not the least bit tired and Anton and Jonah pressed Ramon for his favourite sex act. The young Puerto Rican observed that he enjoyed all sex acts equally, but what he really enjoyed the most was the foreplay that proceeded sex. For the next hour and a half he engaging the other two in the hottest foreplay they had ever engaged in and that had all three on the verge of exploding half a dozen times but just as they were sure they were about to pop the skilful young boy would smile at them with that impish grin and with his dark brown eyes sparkling he would bring them back down. When Anton finally did pop off a load, it was the most violent and most copious Anton had ever shot in his life, his hot cum spurting into the air with such force he was surprised he hadn't hit the ceiling. Although they could not spurt, the dry orgasms of his two naked playmates were just as violent and just as pleasurable, their erect little nipples, gaping assholes, and prickling dick heads burning with arousal as a result of Ramon's extended foreplay.

Over the next three months, until shortly after he'd turned eleven, Ramon gradually replaced Jonah as Anton's mentor. The enterprising young Puerto Rican refined Anton's skills in bed, teaching him little techniques that enriched and enhanced those acts he was already familiar with, and introducing him to new acts that he'd never imagined possible. And whether they were engaged in French kissing or rimming, foot play or nipple play, or sixty-nining or fucking each other's heads off, Ramon taught him about gentleness and love, new aspects of being a good bottom boy. While the relationship between Jonah and Anton had been one of master and slave, the relationship between Anton and his brother-in-law's kid brother over those next three months would be best characterized by saying Ramon became Anton's lover.

Unlike many young boys kept in ignorance by misguided parents and conservative-minded adults brainwashed by church and society, Ramon, Anton and Jonah had been introduced to the mystery and wonder of sex at an early age. Ramon had been taught that sex was wonderful and to be engaged in fully, in all of its variations and as often as one wanted, a belief Anton and Jonah readily accepted. He had also been taught by his mother and grandmother that sex was even more wonderful when engaged in with someone you loved. That he had first been told as a baby as they'd fiddled with his little dickey while sucking his mother's teat for milk, and his grandmother's for pleasure, his and hers. It was also advice he'd gotten from his father and his uncle Rafael and his older brother Juan as he'd sucked their teats too, and as they had fingered his bum hole and teased it and his dickey with their tongues. As a toddler and now a young boy, he had been taught the finer techniques of how to please a woman and how a woman could please a man or boy by his mother and grandmother, while his father, uncle and brother had shown him the finer skills of how a boy could please another boy or a man.

Anton smiled as he recalled Ramon relating how while still in Kindergarten they'd all had him practice licking, mouthing and sucking an overripe peach until he could do so without breaking the skin in preparation for demonstrating his skill on his father's, uncle's and twenty-year-old brother's knobs in the presence of his mother and grandmother. The idea of having sex with his father in the presence of his mother was intriguing, and admittedly erotic, but considering the relationship between his parents and his relationship with them, that, Anton had figured, would never happen. Of course in his innocence he had not taken in account Ramon's intuitiveness, nor of Cory's persuasive powers once Ramon had told him of his suspicion.

Having the estate to themselves one Saturday afternoon early in January, they had gone down to the English Garden, a small rock garden in the far corner of the estate with two sides enclosed by a tall brick fence blocking the view of the estate from the neighbours, the third bordering a small mill pond with waterlilies and a miniature waterwheel, and the fourth being a hedgerow with a stone fence and stile cutting off the garden from the rest of the estate. Secluded and cozy and attracting a plethora of birds year round with the pond and trickling stream and thick hedge, it was one of Anton's favourite spots. As to be expected, he and Ramon were soon making love.

They were so engaged when Julius Gilles climbed over the stile and entered the garden. Having arrived home and finding everyone seemingly gone, he'd headed to his study to tackle the pile of paperwork the government required for his new school when he suddenly got the idea of first taking a relaxing stroll through the English Garden. What with the demands of running the Gilles Outstanding Outreach School for Exceptional Youth as he now affectionately called his school like his students, being at the beck and call of his two sons-in-law whenever they needed him to help out with their porno business, before the camera or behind the scenes, which usually meant sucking the cum from his daughter's cunt, and looking after the dog kennels and the show dogs he and Antoinette were raising, he seldom had time to just relax.

Having climbed over the stile before spotting the two boys, he quickly turned in the hopes of leaving before being noticed, but to his dismay Ramon saw him and called to him. He was tempted to keep walking and pretend not to have seen them nor heard Ramon, but that he had, had to be obvious. He slowly turned and walked over to where the two boys were sprawled out on the grass. Although he knew of his youngest son's sexual preference and had suspected that his son and Ramon Carlos were sexually involved given his son's lust and indiscriminate selection of partners and the base, animal sexuality of Puerto Ricans, it was still embarrassing to see him and Ramon in each other's arms, and though he'd seen his son erect many times now, it was embarrassing to see him and Ramon in a state of arousal.

"You come to enjoy the garden too?" Ramon asked, making no attempt to hide his erection, which Julius would have at least expected despite the nudism practised on the estate.

"I had," he said abruptly thinking that perhaps since he had interrupted the boys he could put a damper on their desires, though it would be easy enough for them to just move on to dozens of other secluded places and start over.

"It's nice and peaceful here," Ramon observed. "It's a great place to sit and think, or to jerk one off, or to make love," he added with an impish grin.

"I'll leave you two boys alone," Julius said awkwardly, fighting back the urge to reprimand the boy for his language or his thoughts as he would normally have a year ago. They were both still erect and evidently not about to leave.

"Come join us," Ramon offered, to Julius's surprise and contempt for his vulgarity and familiarity and to Anton's surprise and dismay. "We was just trying out a new jerking technique we read on jackinworld on the Internet." Julius's immediate reaction was to decline. Anton was thirteen and Ramon only ten and he was forty-six, and besides, Anton was his son. Although he'd had sex with his son on numerous occasions before, it had always been unwillingly and both had been humiliated and disgusted by what they'd been forced to do. As for Ramon, not only was he still a child, but he wasn't even an American, and not only that, he wasn't even white. Disgusted with his son's sexual preference, and with his total lack of any decency having sex with a filthy berry picker, he wasn't about to compound things by having sex with them. "Did they have jackinworld on the Internet when you was a kid?"

"They didn't have Internet when I was a kid," Julius responded. He had little tolerance for ignorance, and the statement the little berry picker had just made was ignorant, displaying a total lack of awareness of the history of technology.

"Yeah? Bummer. Guess that's how come adults are always so uptight about sex, huh?"

Julius wanted to say that was why youngsters today were so insolent and promiscuous and ten months ago he would have said so, but a lot had happened in the ten months since he'd been given his Mohawk haircut and had gotten fired. He still had his lapses and prejudices, but he was beginning to see why young people were the way they were today and was learning how to interact with them. This was perhaps an opportunity for a learning experience for the two young boys. Gritting his teeth, he slowly walked over to them and Ramon moved aside to let him sit between them. "Not all adults are uptight about sex," he began, sitting closer to his son and keeping his distance from the Puerto Rican. Why did they all smell of hot peppers and wild meat?

"Yeah, I know you're not," Ramon said, looking up at Julius with that innocent, trusting look of his that softened even Julius. "Anyone who walks around bare balls and whose wife is knocked up by a fourteen-year-old lover has to be cool. Julius's blood pressure began to rise with the backhanded complement even if Ramon had meant it as a positive comment. "You got huge balls," Ramon continued, moving over so his naked body was pressed against Julius's and slipping his slender fingers about Julius's sack and cupping his nuts. Julius stared down at the young, dark brown fingers wrapped about his testicles and began to cringe. "Why don't you show your dad what you've learned about foreplay?" he asked, glancing over at Anton who was sitting there wide-eyed and slack jawed.

He had learned a lot from Ramon, and though it was a perverse accomplishment to brag about, he knew it would impress his dad given his dad's sexual proclivities, and he did want to impress him. Turning to his father and pushing him back on the grassy bank they were sitting on, he began caressing his fat, flabby chest, running his fingers gently over his skin and fluttering them about his nipples, much like the butterfly technique Ramon had taught him to get up his cock. He ran his fingers though his father's thick chest hair, delighting in twining the dark hair in his fingers, and he bent over and caressed his nipples with his ruby, satin-smooth lips. As his nipples began to grow hard, Anton flicked them with the tip of his tongue, and then fastened his lips about one and sucked on it as baby would suck his mother's teat, all the while Ramon gently rolling his father's eggs in his loose sack.

Anton continued down, kissing his father's flabby breasts and his fat, hairy stomach, and he gently mouthed his father's glans, just as Ramon had taught him with the ripe peach, and he was rewarded by the gradual swelling of his father's cock. Slipping his fingers about the base of the turgid tube and holding it up, he brushed his lips over the sensitive pee-hole and swirled his tongue over the exposed glans, being careful to avoid the sensitive rim but coming tantalizing close to the tender edge. He had learned his techniques well from a gentle lover, and it was not long before he had his father fully erect. The eroticism of doing his own father had his own early teen cocklet jerking wildly with excitement. He did not stop there and continued to arouse his father, mouthing the shaft of his now stiff cock and licking it from base to tip, giving his sensitive inner thighs the butterfly touch with his fingertips, and then further arousing him by brushing his lips over the tender skin of his inner thighs.

Instead of going down on his father's now aching cock as he'd normally have done in the past with his Johns, Anton instead raised his father's hips so that they were lifted off the grass and his widespread legs were raised in the air. Supporting him in that position by cupping his flabby buttocks and holding him up while Ramon slipped his slender legs under his back and fat ass, Anton bent his head and gently kissed and caressed his father's asshole with his satiny lips. He worked ever so slowly and lightly knowing the more gently he touched his father there the more erotic it was. Stretching open his father's anus, he ran the tip of his tongue around the anal ring and then slowly inserted it in his father's dank hole, delighting in the taste and aroma of his father's shit chute. He took his time and from his father's laboured breathing he knew he'd gotten him fully aroused and aching to get off. In the meantime Ramon had slipped around behind Anton and had been similarly rimming him, and now working up a mouthful of spittle, the ten-year-old pressed his lips against Anton's anus and blew his spittle up his chute.

Lowering his father's hips back down to the grass, Anton prepared to straddle him when he noticed out of the corner of his eye his mother standing by the stile watching the three of them, a smile on her face. Having arrived home and finding nobody around, she'd suddenly had the idea of going to the English Garden to pick some fresh flowers. Finding her husband, son, and the younger brother of her son-in-law engaged in sex, she'd been about to turn and slip away unnoticed when for some reason she decided to pause and watch despite how disgusting it was. Knowing of her husband's perverse habits and of her youngest boy's sexual orientation, she had not been overly surprised finding them and Ramon having sex. The idea of sex between members of the same gender had been offensive, and even more nauseating was the idea of sex between a father and his son, but as she stood there and watched, she could see and sense the love with which her son was licking and sucking on her husband's asshole, and her husbands arousal was evident from the wagging of his stiff cock. Knowing herself the sexual energy and charm of a fourteen-year-old lover, she was not overly surprised by that, and seeing the love between father and son, something she'd thought nonexistent regarding Julius and Anton, was gratifying.

Feeling a new surge of arousal, Anton eagerly straddled his father's fat belly and reaching behind he grasped his father's stiff, aching pole and holding it up, he slowly lowered his body. His father's knob slowly stretched open his anus until it popped inside the spit-lubed rectum, and he slowly lowered himself on his father's pole, impaling himself up to his father's nuts. He sighed with the pleasure of having his rectum stuffed with a hard, thick, hot cock, and his father sighed with the pleasure of having his aching cock surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh. The perversity of it being the rectum of his youngest son made it all the hotter and he quivered with delight as his boy began to ride him. The boy had learned a lot since they'd last had sex together, but the fact that the two of them were engaged in sex with each other willingly made the biggest difference of all. As the warmth of sexual pleasure spread through his loins, so did the feeling of love between him and his son.

Anton had learned how to prolong that act too, not just foreplay, and he rode his father slowly, bringing him to the peak of ejaculation several times and pausing for the two of them to enjoy the ecstasy of that moment and to cool down before resuming. He occasionally snuck a furtive glance over at the stile and was rewarded by the smile of love by his mother as she stood there stoking her swollen belly with one hand, swollen with another child from her teenage lover he knew, and stroking her hot, swollen, cunt-juice dripping pussy with the other. Feeling her love and warmth, Anton arched his back and rode his father with passion to their final peaks, his father heaving his hips forward and raising his son in the air like a bucking bronc as he shot his hot, thick gism up his son's hot rectum, and Anton tensing as he shot also, his thin, watery, early teen cum spurting up in the air and landing in hot, sticky streamers on his father's hairy, fat breasts. From the sidelines with his stiff cock in his right hand, Ramon smiled at the skill and pleasure of his pupil as he also shot off a load, and unbeknownst to all of them, hidden in the hedge and watching as he jerked one off, Cory Wilson shot off a load also. It was beautiful when a plan came together.

Anton reached down and squeezed his stiff cock with the memory of that afternoon, the first of many between him and his dad. The unique pleasure of having sex with someone you love had been evident that day, and was evident all around him, the way his mother looked at Cory in the morning, their bodies smelling of sex and of each other, the way Antoinette looked at her two husbands and the way they looked at her when the three headed off for an afternoon nookie, and these last two months, the way Julian's eyes lit up and the smile on his face when he headed out to meet his boyfriend, John Halder. Sex with those he cared for, his father, his kid brother François, Jonah and Ramon, and his current lover, could not compare with sex with those classmates who had taken advantage of his desire for cock and who just used him to get their rocks off, or with the sex with strangers he'd picked up on the street or in the park.

If it had it not been for Jonah and Ramon, he might never have realized that and he could have easily continued down his path of sex with strangers considering the delight he got from pleasing others, and his desire for cock. In fact his delight in being a dedicated bottom boy made him a prime candidate for the second whore house his sister's mother-in-law had set up and that was being run by her brother Eli and his wife and that catered to men who liked underage girls and boys, and to underage boys seeking sex who would normally be turned away and told to go home to their mothers by the operators of other cat houses. He had actually been seriously considering accepting Eli's offer of employment once his place was up and running the Sunday he'd come upon Jonah and his family in the park, and he knew if he had he would have become one of Eli's most popular employees.

Eli's Place started up in the fall and news of its opening had spread faster than news about the latest girl to put out or the latest guy outed as a fag amongst the highly horny and homophobic junior high boys at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys, Lincoln Junior High School, and other junior highs and high schools in Riverside. Among those rgab students to avail themselves of the new service for teenage boys had been the soccer players Big Theo, sixteen-year-old Kenny Young, and downy-cheeked, dreamy-eyed aspiring sixteen-year-old model Byron Baynham, unaware that his first sex with a woman, which he found superior to Julian Gilles's fake cunt and his kid brother Francois's asshole, was being recorded on a hidden cam and that he was about to embark on a modelling career not quite what he and his Silicon Valley mother intended.

After hearing the bragging and the rumours by the older students at rgab, Eddie Fairchild, now fourteen and heading into grade nine in the fall, still a virgin having never made out with Sarah Thompson though he'd let on otherwise, and totally frustrated sexually and mentally after striking out at the rgab Easter dance, decided Eli's Place was the solution to ending his long-suffering chastity. He was even hornier than he'd been a year and three months ago when he'd tricked Anton into going to the boy's washroom at the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys and he and a gang of other bullies had forced him to give all of them blowjobs. Just as much a braggart as he'd been then, he had a reputation as a girl's man to uphold, besides a need to distance himself from the day he and the others had assaulted Anton which had resulted in some rumours that he was gay, or at least bi that still occasionally circulated among the students as if there was someone purposefully bringing it back up. Considering the number of students he had bullied over the years, he had no shortage of suspects, not knowing the real culprit wasn't even a member of rgab.

So, following his strike out at the Easter dance last month, the horny fourteen-year-old soccer star had summoned up his courage and nervously walked up the sidewalk and rung the doorbell of the unimposing house in Baldwin Park. The lower class district on the other side of Sixteenth Street was frequented by gangs, whores and drug dealers and just being in the district was frightening enough for the well-bred student from Falconridge and he had every expectation of being mugged or murdered or both. He'd also expected to be turned away at the door despite the stories he'd heard from high school students attending rgab, and was pleasantly surprised upon being admitted.

To the naive junior high student's surprise, the inside of the whore house looked just like the inside of any other house. Being told all the girls were busy and that he'd have to wait, Emma Dean lead him to the waiting room, which to Eddie looked just like any other grandmother's living room with the overstuffed sofa and sofa chairs and the end tables with nicknacks and embroidered doilies. He was relieved to sit down, his legs feeling weak and wobbly and his heart racing like he'd just run the length of the soccer field. This being his first time with a girl, the handsome teenage athlete had thought about nothing else all week as he'd built up his courage to actually do it, and he had held off jerking off to produce an especially big wad to impress the woman. Sitting there in the waiting room with several others, mostly skanky old men who eyed him like he was a piece of meat himself, he felt particularly self-conscious and he wiped his sweaty palms on his new jeans repeatedly, much to the delight of Eli and Emma who monitored everything that went on throughout the house with hidden cams. It had been their sense of humour and brand of revenge against what was evidently a spoiled, rich, white kid that had caused Emma to lie and make him wait, and to take him to the waiting room for guys who were waiting to get it on with young boys. She and Eli exchanged grins as they watched the youngster wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers for the twelfth time, knowing exactly how he was feeling, and what the other men in the room were thinking of the junior high hunk they presumed was waiting for a young boy.

Deciding he'd suffered enough, Emma came down to get him and taking his fifty dollars, the price they charged their under-fifteen customers not wanting to discourage them from using their services, she told him his 'date' was in room eight upstairs. His legs feeling so wobbly he could barely make it up the stairs, he stood before the door, and swallowing nervously, he had no idea if he was to knock or to just walk in. He finally decided to clear his throat loudly and bump against the door as he turned the knob. Inside, sitting on the bed in a skimpy blouse with her tits practically hanging out and a skirt that barely covered her twat was a thirty-something whore with heavy mascara who would never have had a chance at a regular whore house catering to less desperate customers than horny teenage boys. Although he was disappointed she was older than he'd hoped, and didn't look like a Playboy centerfold, the huge bosomed, heavily painted whore was still everything he'd expected. As he stared at her large, if somewhat sagging, boobs and her creamy-white though somewhat fat thighs, he felt his dick twitch and pre-cum ooze out the tip to soak into his boxers.

"Well, come over here, honey, you're not paying to just look," she said, weary of the stead stream of horny, inexperienced boys.

She removed her blouse and pushed down her skirt, revealing she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. Eddie nervously struggled with his zipper, and practically fell over as he awkwardly stepped out of his jeans and his boxers, hopping on one leg and then the other. He was suddenly all thumbs as he unbuttoned his shirt. Lying down on the bed and motioning for him to join her, she took charge as she often had to with the new ones, kissing him and guiding his hands over her breasts and between her legs not because it was part of the service but because she had to be at least a little aroused to accept him. One redeeming factor she was quick to notice was that Eddie was exceptionally well hung, the fourteen-year-old boy sporting a thick seven-inch [18 cm] long weapon. At least that was going to feel good. She reached over for it with a smile and wrapped her fingers about the boy's horse cock.

"Oh fuck!" Eddie gasped. "Shit!" he groaned in dismay. Supercharged from thinking about it all week and abstaining from his daily wanking routine, combined with the anticipation of sinking his dick up his first cunt and with having a woman finally actually holding his dick, he puddled, spraying the woman's belly with a week's supply of teenage cum.

"Oh Christ," the woman groaned in disappointment and in disgust as she yanked her hand away, her fingers dripping with the boy's slimy load, his horse cock already going limp. Grabbing a handful of Kleenex, she wiped the sticky gunk from her hand and soaked up the puddles of creamy cum on her stomach as Eddie sat up embarrassed and mortified by what had happened. His dick was totally limp and a streamer of cum dangled from the tip. He had no idea what to say or do as he sat there watching the woman wiping his load off her body. At least he had managed to impress her with the size of his wad. "Well, you might as well get dressed," she said, thinly hiding her displeasure. Too embarrassed and surprised to suggest if they wait a few minutes that he could get it up again, and afraid that it might happen again if he did get another boner, and wondering if he'd have to pay another fifty bucks which he didn't have, Eddie got to his feet. His long, limp cock swung with the suddenness of his movement and the streamer of cum broke off and striking his calf, ran down it. It felt cold and wet. Too embarrassed to wipe it off and hoping she hadn't noticed, he fumbled with his clothes, wondering how they could have possibly gotten so tangled.

"Ah, well, ah," he stumbled. Did you thank a whore or what? They hadn't actually screwed.

"Don't worry about it honey. It happens to a lot of men. And most aren't even half as hung as you are. Next time."

Cuming prematurely had been Eddie's first surprise. The second was to be met by a big, ugly black man with the body of a wrestler and face of an ape who met him as he headed for the stairs and to be taken into another room where he discovered that everything had been caught on film, from the moment he'd stepped into the room to the awkward conversation as he'd left, with closeups of him puddling all over the woman's belly and the look of horror and shock on his face and the look of disgust on hers.

"Quite a performance," Eli observed with a chuckle. Eddie stared at the pattern of the carpet on the floor, his cheeks burning. "I bet you momma would get a real charge out of seeing dis clip, or perhaps yo buddies at school." Eddie looked up at him in horror and shock. He wouldn't. He couldn't!

"I, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," he sputtered, figuring the man was angry. "That's never happened before, never. Honest."

"Hey, dat's all right boy. I know sum sites on da Internet dat will pay well for a film like dis."

"The Internet! No, you can't!" Eddie replied, panic stricken. "I mean, please, no. I'll do anything you want if you don't. I'll 3; I'll buy it. My dad has money."

"I don't need the money boy," Eli replied, pausing to let the boy squirm. "But you say you'll do anyt'ing?"

"Well," Eli said as he pretended to think it over. "I could make good money off a clip like dis easy. Can yo git yo hands on say, a hun'rit t'ousand dollars for dis film?" Eddie looked at him in dismay. He'd had no idea porn sold for that much! There was no way he could get anywhere near that sort of money, and Eli knew it. He dejectedly shook his head. "Suppose you work it off instead?"

"Work? Yeah, sure, no problem," Eddie said in relief. "I can do that!" He could still be working it off after graduating from high school, but at least nobody would see the film.

Eddie thought that Saturday was the worst day of his life, though he had been buoyed up by the fact the whore had called him a man and had said what had happened to him happened a lot, and she had said he was better hung than most men. Next time would be different. The following Friday he discovered he was wrong about Saturday being the worst day of his life, very wrong. That Friday was. He'd had no idea what sort of work Eli had in mind for him, but the naive fourteen-year-old junior high student certainly had not expected what Eli told him he was expected to do. Nor had he expected for an hour of 'work' he'd earn two hundred and fifty dollars! As he showered for the third time that Sunday and applied another generous glob of salve on his raw, abused asshole, he at least had the comfort of knowing that at two hundred and fifty dollars a time he only had to do it another four hundred times, and at twice a weekend, that was only two hundred weekends, or four years, and if he did it four times a weekend this nightmare he'd found himself in could be over in just two years.

Eli of course was charging eight times that amount. Having only recently turned fourteen, the handsome, athletic heterosexual teenager had an exceptionally well endowed cock of seven inches [18 cm] and was just the type of arrogant, rich jock that men loved to fuck, especially in his soccer uniform. Added to that the fact he was a virgin, with women and men, there were a lot of customers who were willing to pay what Eli was asking. Eddie was instantly popular, and though Eli had started him off with just one customer Friday and one Saturday, he'd soon have the boy doing far more than double or quadruple that frequency. Of course eventually he'd have to lower the price he was charging as the boy became used, but there was no need to discourage the boy by telling him that now.

Eddie had no idea for how long he was going to be able to fool his parents that he was having Friday and Saturday night sleep overs with his friends, nor how long his friends would back up his lie if his parents did check on him, having told his friends that he was really taking Sarah Thompson to the Economy Inn for a weekend of fucking, but he figured given his parents' general lack of concern what he was doing as long as he was doing well at school and on the soccer field, he wouldn't have to worry about that. His biggest concern was keeping his new secret life secret, and not catching some disease, though Eli assured him all his customers were high class and clean.

Just how high class Eddie discovered just last week, his third weekend on the job. As usual he'd arrived with his soccer uniform in his soccer bag and had changed up in 'his' room, a room that had been made up to look like a typical teenager's room. He'd set out on the desk a few of his personal belongings he'd brought with him as Eli had instructed, his desk set with his name engraved on it, a present from his grandparents for his high marks at the end of grade seven, a soccer ball, his Nintendo and favourite game, a picture of him posing on the soccer field, and, Eli insisted, a picture of him with his parents, and he had then sat on the bed waiting and fretting and wondering what sort of man his next customer would be. The door opened and he looked up expectantly, his eyes suddenly widening with surprise. His customer was equally surprised.

The two stared at each other awkwardly. Eddie had been worried about his buddies finding out about his perverted, disgusting new job, but never in his wildest dreams had he expected one of the adults he knew to find out, and he certainly had not expected one of them to be a customer at Eli's Place.

A smile slowly curled Earl Thompson's lips. "Actually, it's comforting in a way to discover that my fears that the boy who has been seeing my daughter has been trying to get into her panties have been needless and that your dating her has been just a cover to hide the fact you like men."

Eddie flushed with embarrassment. Of course that was not it at all, but what could he say, that he really did want to jump his daughter, and that he was just working off the payment for a film of an embarrassing moment with a whore, and that he actually despised and was revolted by men who liked to get it on with young boys?

Earl Thompson walked over to the bed and sitting on it, he placed a hand under Eddie's chin and raised and turned Eddie's head to face him. "Tell me honestly, have you ever kissed my daughter?"

The man bent over and kissed him softly on the lips. Eddie returned the kiss as he'd been instructed to do. They kissed several more times and the older man slipped his tongue in the boy's mouth and ran it over his tongue. Eddie fought back the urge to gag and was relieved when Earl withdrew his tongue and their lips parted. "Was it as good with her as it is with me?"

"No sir," Eddie said truthfully. He hadn't even heard of such a thing until now.

He trembled nervously as Earl Thompson pulled his soccer jersey out of his shorts and drew it off over his head. The man gently caressed his chest, solid and muscular from regular soccer practice, but smooth and still rounded, the boy having only recently turned fourteen. He ran his fingers over the boy's nipples and played with them until they became firm, which considering the sensitivity of a teenage boy's nipples did not take long. "She ever do that to you?"

"Yes, a little," Eddie qualified. God, was this humiliating! Eddie thought about those nights he'd snuggled up with Sarah on the sofa watching TV or videos while her parents were out, unbuttoning her blouse or pushing up her sweater and caressing and squeezing her tits, Sarah proud of her boobs and normally not wearing a bra to better display them. His dick began to swell with the memory.

"Enjoying this?" Earl asked, noticing the movement in the boy's soccer shorts, something difficult not to notice given the boy's endowment.

Eddie nodded. As absurd and as perverted as it was, it was better to have Earl Thompson think his arousal was because of what he was doing than admit it was because of thoughts of playing with his daughter's tits. Having the boy stand, Earl pushed down his soccer shorts, and then his boxers. He whistled appreciatively at the size of the boy's flaccid organ. "Just how far have you and my daughter gone?"

"Just kissing, and playing with her 3; breasts, and petting. Above our clothes," Eddie quickly added, admitting all in his nervousness, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Eddie shook his head. This was so totally embarrassing. Earl stood and removed his suit jacket and tie, and then his shirt, shoes and trousers. In all the times he'd seen him, Eddie had never seen him wearing anything other than his dark blue suit, and always the same tie. That he'd even worn it to a whore house had not surprised him. Removing his socks, he pushed down and stepped out of his boxers. He did it much more smoothly than Eddie had four weeks ago in front of the whore. Now he was the whore. Eddie could not help looking up at the man's cock. He was cut, and it was longer than any of his previous customers. It felt so weird sitting there in just his soccer socks with the father of his girlfriend standing there stark naked in front of him.

"I understand you are quite the marksman when it comes to spitting." Eddie looked up at him in surprise. His accuracy was well known among his male classmates, and that his female classmates, including Sarah, would have heard was not a big surprise, but that she'd tell her father was. Yet, how else could he have possibly known? Unless perhaps he'd overheard a conversation between Sarah and one of her girlfriends talking about him. He of course was wrong in his assumptions how Earl Thompson knew about his spitting skill, unaware that his employer made a point of knowing everything about his employees, and that the teenage lover of his nephew's mother-in-law was a particularly good source of information.

"Lube this up with your spit," Earl instructed, stepping several paces back and holding up his semi-erect cock. "And each time you miss, you get a gob from me in return." Besides loving to fuck horny young teenage boys, Earl Thompson, one of Riverside's most successful and prominent lawyers despite being only forty-two, loved making them get him erect, and especially loved demonstrating his own spitting skill going all the way back to when he was a horny junior high student, which was why he'd taken several steps back, expecting and hoping the boy would miss.

Working up a mouthful of spittle, Eddie let fly, striking the man's upraised cockhead with a thick, slimy goober that oozed down over his slopehead and down his shaft to his fingers. Eddie was good and struck his target over and over, which of course became easier and easier as the man's cock swelled out. He did miss occasionally, a gob landing in the man's public hairs, or striking his large, pendant balls instead. He discovered Earl Thompson was just as good a marksman as he was, the man choosing his gaping mouth as his target, with the instructions he was not to swallow the goober and was to use it for his next spit toss. Soon both were fully erect, Earl Thompson from the hot, slimy spit now totally coating his cock and the eroticism of having a handsome, athletic fourteen-year-old boy, and even more erotic, his fourteen-year-old daughter's boyfriend, spitting on his cock and getting him erect, and from him spitting in the boy's mouth, and Eddie Fairchild for the same reasons besides the simple fact that he was fourteen.

Having the boy lay on his back on the bed with his buttocks raised on his pillows and his legs raised and outspread, Earl Thompson knelt before him and grasping his legs, wedged his spit-slick cockhead against his quivering butthole. Although of a generous size himself, his cock just a fraction longer and thicker than Eddie's, he penetrated the boy with comparative ease, given the slimy lube and his past experiences fucking tight teenage boys, and Eddie's limited past experience in getting his ass fucked and his desire to avoid as much pain as he could.

As the man's cock penetrated him, Eddie quivered with the still new and weird feeling of having a hot, hard cock easing up his rectum, and with the even weirder feelings he was having. It was stimulating physically, but it was a fag act and disgusting, and that he was finding it enjoyable it was disturbing. It was filthy and obscene and totally disgusting, and doing it with men twice or three times or more his age was sick and repugnant. This time, doing it with his girlfriend's father made it all the weirder. Glancing over at the desk out of the corner of his eye, he thought guiltily what his grandparents and his parents would think if they knew what he was doing, and if they knew what sort of guy he was finding getting fucked up the ass by a man his father's age arousing.

Earl Thompson of course was feeling no guilt nor shame. Fucking the ass of a horny, teenage boy was always hot, and certainly hotter than sex with his social-climbing wife who had sex with him only because it was her wifely duty. When that boy was a muscular, good-looking jock, and the son of one of Riverside's wealthy and prominent citizens, it was even hotter, and when he was his daughter's horny little stud muffin, it was as hot as it could possibly be. The thousand dollars he'd paid Eli Dean for this night was a pittance and well worth the cost, and he would be sure to specifically ask for this horny little pervert again. With those thoughts, Earl Thompson began to ram his aching, stiff cock in and out of the little pervert's hot, moist hole, delighting in the tightness of the little fucker, in his freshness and innocence and horny teenage sexuality, and in the horny teenager's own obvious delight in getting fucked as evidenced by his stiff cock jutting out between his legs.

To Eddie's dismay, he was turned on by having a man ramming his thick cock in and out of his asshole. The burning of his stretched asshole and the throbbing of his stiff cock felt good, very good, though at the same time he felt filthy and perverted engaging in the dirty, faggot act. As he lay there on his back, he dreaded the moment the man would fill his bumhole with his filthy slime, knowing no matter how many times he showered afterward he'd still felt filthy and the guy's stuff would still be oozing deep up his rectum, yet at the same time he knew the undescribable pleasure the man would feel when he shot off a load, and the pleasure that pleasure would bring him. Tonight it being his girlfriend's father who would be shooting off a load up his ass made it all the more erotic, and all the more perverted and disgusting.

Eli of course was ecstatic. Being a lover of boys himself, he delighted in watching a boy getting royally fucked, especially a spoiled, rich white boy like Eddie Fairchild, and he looked forward to the time when he'd avail himself of his young employee himself and show the boy what it was like to get fucked by a real man. The discovery that young Eddie Fairchild and Earl Thompson knew each other made this particular fuck even more erotic, and opened up another whole world of possibilities for the two. Although he valued his customers and could empathize with his boylovers, Eli Dean was not beyond making an extra buck at their expense. He made a video of every one of his customers' visits and sold them with discriminate editing to select customers. This one he would not. This one he would keep for his own personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of a few close friends and relatives.

Even better, this video he could use to have young Eddie blackmail the father of his girlfriend. Earl Thompson was one of the most successful and influential lawyers in Riverside, in perhaps California. He would pay big bucks to keep his perversion a secret, a perversion Eli was not about to betray being a boylover himself and it being bad for business besides, but Eddie could. Better yet, instead of money, he could have the boy blackmail Thompson for something else, like performing in a few special videos for his nephew. A successful lawyer like Thompson would likely do anything they asked to keep his perversion a secret, and his nephew and fourteen-year-old partner had particularly filthy minds. Eli chuckled. He loved it when he could stick it to the man, especially when the man was a whitie.

Eddie Fairchild was not the only rgab student making big bucks for Eli Dean that night. Having promised Eddie he'd knock a thousand dollars off the money he owned him if he'd recruit a fellow classmate, he'd specifically asked for one boy in particular, a boy who'd been brought to his attention and whose picture he'd been shown by his nephew's perverted fourteen-year-old accomplice upon discovering Eddie had been added to his stable of boy whores. For a thousand dollars Eddie would have recruited his own grandmother. Tricking Alistair Simms into visiting the whore house, telling him that they paid good-looking boys like him to have sex as Eli had suggested, which unbeknown to him was actually Cory Wilson's suggestion, was so easy he almost felt guilty doing it and accepting the thousand-dollar credit toward his debt, but then Alistair Simms was a whiny wimp who simply had the good fortune of having a pretty face that girls went all googly-eyed over. He deserved getting knocked down a peg or two, and he wasn't all that lily white. It had been Alistair who had willingly helped trick Anton Gilles into meeting him in the boy's washroom by acting as bait so Eddie and the others could have the smug little faggot blow them last year.

So Alistair had told his parents he was having a sleep over with Eddie, which was true in a way though they would not be in the same room nor at Eddie's house, and had instead accompanied him to Baldwin Park. Alistair had never particularly liked Eddie considering he was a braggart and a bully, but he had been impressed with the way Eddie had confidently strutted down the littered, graffiti-marked streets oblivious to the hoods slouching up against the buildings and lurking in the dark of the alleys, not knowing of course that Eddie had been assured protection from Eli. To the sheltered fourteen-year-old that had been frightening, but he found being left alone to meet the co-owner of Eli's Place even more frightening. He chewed his cherry gum furiously like a cow chewing its cud as he listened to Eli, too overwhelmed to really understand what he was saying. The legal document Eli handed him to sign he really didn't understand either, but Eli confirmed the important part, that what Eddie had said was true, he would be paid each time he had sex, and for starters he'd get two hundred and fifty dollars for each time. Having a lavish home in Falconridge and accustomed to spending holidays at rich resorts in the Carribean and Mexico with his parents and all the money he wanted just by asking, it was not the money that was important about his new job, though even to a spoiled rich kid like Alistair two hundred and fifty dollars was a nice sum of cash, especially for doing what he thought he was going to be doing. That it was whore's wages didn't really dawn on him, and of course he hadn't a clue that he wasn't being paid to have sex with women but with men who loved getting it on with reluctant sweet-faced cherry-lipped boys with beautiful hazel eyes and long, luxuriant hazel locks who had only recently turned fourteen and had fourteen-year-old hormones and cocks but the looks of a nine-year-old.

Short and slender and baby-faced, Alistair did look more like he was about to enter grade four than grade nine and Eli knew with his childish good looks the young rgab student was going to be especially popular. As soon as he'd seen his picture, Eli had known he would be reserved for the highest paying, and most respectable, customers at Eli's Place, and in the beginning he would be allotted only one customer on the nights he worked to maintain his appeal, and the cost for his services.

So, after signing the contract, he'd been shown 'his' room, one that to his surprise looked more like a bedroom of nine-year-old, but then what did he know about whore houses? Twenty minutes later the door opened and Alistair Simms met his first customer.

"Oh yeah," the man said, his dark brown eyes a glimmer. Ishaq Khan, the son of a peasant farmer in the Indus Valley of Pakistan, had immigrated to the United States as a young man, and through hard work and wise decisions now at the age of fifty-one was the owner of several upscale restaurants including Riverside's Rawalpindi Palace featuring dishes from Pakistan and Kashmir. "Now you are once choice chicken!"

To Alistair, chicken meant he was scared, and he was, but that was no reason for the man, a total stranger, to insult him. He looked at the man in confusion as he closed the door and sat down on his bed beside him.

"Eli tells me this is your first night, that true?" Alistair nodded. Maybe this guy was a bouncer or something. He looked tough enough and mean enough, especially with his jet black short-cropped beard. The man suddenly grabbed him by the jaw, and squeezing tight at the corners of his mouth so he popped his jaw open he snarled, "you tell me the truth boy, or I'll cut your little knockers off."

"Igh ihs," Alistair replied as pain shot through his jaw and he swallowed his gum.

"No," Alistair admitted. The man had evidently been sent to double check what he'd told Eli to be sure he'd told the truth.

"Well, I have, sortta, with a boy, once." Alistair sensed this was not a man you told lies to.

"Well, my pretty, tonight is your lucky night," the man said with a leer as he reached over and unbuttoned the top button of Alistair's shirt.

"There 3; there has to be some mistake," Alistair said in panic as he tried to draw away but the man had placed his other arm behind him. He had dealt with nervous young virgins before.

"Yes, but the mistake was yours," Ishaq said with a grin, Eli having told him how the boy had come to be in his employ. "You should have read that contract more closely." He unbuttoned another button and as Alistair began to stand to the boy's dismay he suddenly tore open the expensive silk Armani shirt Alistair had selected for his first time with a woman, sending the buttons flying across the room. The boy had delightfully smooth, milk-white tits, the tits of a young child. He grasped them and squeezed them, and roughly brushed his fingers over the boy's nipples, sending pangs of irritation through the sensitive nubs. He bent his head and nibbled on them, purposefully grazing them with his teeth. Alistair tensed with the pain, and with the arousal that shot through his tender nipples with a direct line of arousal straight up his cock. Knowing exactly how young boys reacted to such treatment, Ishaq cupped the boy's crotch as he attacked his other nipple and was rewarded with the throbbing and immediate swelling of the flesh beneath his hand.

"So, you like it rough, do you?" Ishaq said with a leer. "Well, that is good, because Ishaq likes it rough too." Grabbing the long, fine curls at the back of Alistair's head, he pulled his head back and kissed him forcefully, slipping his tongue into the squirming boy's mouth and pressing his lips against his. They were so moist and soft and to Ishaq's surprise and delight tasted of cherry.

"Please, this isn't what I thought," Alistair gasped when Ishaq finally withdrew his mouth.

"I know," Ishaq said with an evil grin, "but it is what you're going to get so you'd better just cooperate." He felt his cock twitch as he stared into the boy's beautiful gold-flecked hazel eyes framed by the longest, most beautiful eyelashes he'd ever seen, on a boy or a girl. He delighted in the fear in those eyes, and then the look of dismay, apprehension, and shame as he fondled the boy's crotch, his tiny growing dick so hot he could feel the heat through the boy's underwear and shorts.

"Please, I don't want to do this," Alistair protested as he struggled to get loose as Ishaq undid his belt and pulled down his fly.

"I know, which is going to make this all the hotter," Ishaq said as he slipped his hand inside the boy's white briefs, delighting in the flatness and smoothness of his stomach and softness and sparsity of his hairs, and the slenderness and silkiness of his early teen cocklet.

"No, no," Alistair protested in dismay, whether dismayed about having his private, precious little cocklet fondled by a man, or dismayed by its reaction as it dutifully began to swell Ishaq did not know.

Roughly yanking down his underwear, in park in eagerness and in part to silence the whining spoilt little brat, Ishaq tugged on his swelling flesh vigorously, causing the horny teenage boy's still hairless balls to bounce. Despite his fear and his abhorrence, Alistair found himself growing erect, and despite his embarrassment and shame, he was soon sporting a boner, four and a half inches [11½ cm], which he knew was not great when it came to sizes but which he was nonetheless proud of and was good enough for his purposes. Releasing the boy, Ishaq stood and undid his belt and pulled down his fly. Seeing his opportunity, Alistair quickly reached down and began to pull up his shorts and began to get to his feet. Having his fingers slapped sharply and painfully, he dropped his shorts and half stood there in a crouch.

Alistair sat. Easing down his trousers, Ishaq slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, and then easing down his boxers, stepped out of them. His legs were brown and hairy, and there was no tan line between his thighs and his buttocks or stomach. His dick and nuts were a slightly darker brown than his legs with a thick thatch of long, coarse black hair above his dick and curling around his balls. He stepped over to Alistair still sitting on the bed, his shorts about his ankles, his underwear about his knees.

Anton hadn't been his buddy, but Alistair figured now was not the time to make a distinction. He looked at the man's long, brown cock dangling between his legs and felt like gagging just with the thought of putting it in his mouth but he knew just like Anton had that he was not going to have a choice. Unlike Anton, he was no fag and had no desire to do this. He ever so slowly reached out slipped his fingers about the man's partially erect cock and gooseflesh formed immediately on his arms. It was the first cock he'd ever held other than his own and he was embarrassed, ashamed, and strangely aroused. He slowly raised it and slowly bent his head and opened his mouth. Slipping his lips over the knob he closed his mouth and immediately choked.

"I know it's big, but its going to get bigger, so you better get use to it," Ishaq observed. "Lick it instead for a while."

Sticking out his tongue, Alistair licked the man's cock gingerly. It tasted salty, but that could have been his imagination. It smelled though, of dick. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft and swirled it about the man's dark brown knob as instructed and slowly the man's cock grew until it stood out stiff and proud and slender, slenderer than Eddie's, but just as long.

"Now, put the tip in your mouth and breath through your nose until you're used to it, and then suck on it, like it's a straw."

Alistair did as he was told, fighting back the urge to puke. He slowly eased his lips farther and farther down and occasionally glanced up at the man as instructed. Ishaq quivered with arousal at the sight of the blond-haired cherub sucking his filthy dark cock with his smooth, cherry-red lips. The boy was well worth the two thousand he'd paid for this night. Despite his arousal, he calmed himself and inhaled and exhaled deeply, concentrating on the pleasure of being blown by the sweet-faced cherub and the eroticism of it being the boy's first time. For Alistair it was anything but erotic and pleasurable, and as he sucked on the man's throbbing organ and worked his lips up and down his shaft and over his knob he felt filthy and ashamed and knew what Anton must have felt like, thankful at least that he did not have an audience, unaware of course of the hidden cam and that Eli was at that moment watching his every move as he wanked himself off.

His jaws were beginning to ache and he was wondering if the man was ever going to come, expecting it to happen any second and fearing the moment and wondering how he was going to be able to swallow his slimy, hot cum, just the thought causing him to gag. Inexperienced he did not note the sudden throbbing of the thick vein running up the underside of the man's stiff brown cock nor know of its significance. Seconds later Ishaq was joyfully filling the youngster's mouth with his hot, thick Paki slime. Alistair did choke at that point, causing the Paki's thick cum to be sucked up the back of his throat and snorted out of his nose in thick goobers while the rest oozed down his throat. It was salty and bitter and brought tears to his gold-flecked hazel eyes. Delighted, Ishaq stood back, the final spurt flying through the air and hitting the beautiful boy in the face, cum already dribbling from his nostrils and over his smooth upper lip and oozing from his mouth and down over his lower lip and chin.

Sitting on the bed beside him, Ishaq caressed and kissed the dazed, benumbed boy, keeping his nipples erect and fiddling with his now limp cocklet, bringing it back to attention, combining sexual arousal and pleasure with the boy's feelings of filthiness and shame. Only as he began to approach his climax did Alistair become aware of the man's caresses and kisses. He felt so dirty, not just with the man's cum still hanging from his nose and the taste of his cum and foul cock in his mouth, but from having the Paki fiddling with his cock, making it feel hot and achy like when he fiddled with it and thought about girls. He stared down in embarrassment and shame at the slender, brown fingers tugging on his most private part as he felt the pressure rapidly building in his loins that preceded that ultimate joy a boy can know.

Ishaq was not about to let the boy experience that quite yet. Pulling off his shorts and underwear along with his socks and removing his torn shirt, he had the boy stand and bend over and Eli zoomed in the cam as Ishaq pulled apart Alistair's smooth, milk-white buttocks and stretched open his virgin butthole. Keeping his buttocks spread open with one hand, he caressed the boy's asshole with the tip of his index fingers, causing the boy's stiff cocklet to jerk with arousal and the strange new stimulation and with the frustration of having been left at the peak of its arousal without the satisfaction of ejaculating. Moistening his index finger with spittle, Ishaq slowly inserted it up the boy's backside and finger fucked him, causing him to groan and moan with the new stimulation and with the need to shoot off a load, his feelings of shame and filthiness superceded by his teenage randiness. Forming a circle with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, Ishaq crowned the boy's knob with the circle as he worked the index finger of his other hand in and out of the boy's rectum. Desperate to get off, Alistair thrust his hips forward, driving his swollen cockhead through the circle, and trembling with the pleasure the horny fourteen-yer-old junior high school student began to fuck the circle formed from Ishaq's finger and thumb, thrusting his hips too and fro and sliding up and down his index finger in his desperation to get off.

Ishaq of course was not about to let the horny little bugger get off that easy and he suddenly and roughly twisted the boy's knob, turning erotic pleasure into sudden pain and causing his dick to droop and his desire to shoot off subside. Taking advantage of the boy's confusion and disappointment, Ishaq stood up and placing the tip of his once again erect cock against Alistair's butthole, he thrust his hips forward, ramming his stiff cock up the boy's virgin asshole in a single shove and causing him to cry out in pain is if Ishaq had just broken his hymen. Pulling his stiff cock back out, he spread apart Alistair's tight pucker and lubed it with a gob of spittle, and then threw the surprised and confused boy on his back on the bed. Raising him in the air by the legs, he roughly rammed his cock back up his virgin hole.

Delighting in the tightness and heat of the boy's virgin cunt, he began to hump him vigorously. As Alistair looked up at him with those gold-flecked hazel eyes and feathery eyelashes, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation and fear and lust, Ishaq fucked him so hard he bounced his slender fourteen-year-old body on the bed. It was so hot Ishaq had to pause several times or he would have shot his load, and when he finally did it was violent and delightful. He shot repeatedly and his hot Paki semen shot deep up the boy's rectum. Alistair's ejaculation was just as violent and delightful, his slender little boy cocklet jerking wildly in the air as his thin, early teen cum spurted out of his loose hose, spraying his face and chest with his watery cum. Gasping and panting with his ejaculation, his face flushed with pleasure but his eyes reflecting his shame and confusion how a straight boy could have cum and could have enjoyed being screwed up the ass, Alistair had never felt so humiliated and dirty in his life.

Seconds later, as the man withdrew his long, slender cock from his asshole with a loud and smelly pop and yanked him into a sitting position and demanded he lick the shit and cum and ass slime from his cock, Alistair took the man's begrimed, filthy cock in his mouth, large tears rolling down the fourteen-year-old boy's flushed, downy cheeks from those beautiful gold-flecked hazel eyes. Ashamed and defeated, the boy sat there stark naked on the bed and licked the man's dirty cock in a numb daze, his teenage cock still jutting up in the air with a pendant of cum hanging from the tip, evidence of his own ejaculation.

Considering the way Alistair and Eddie had tricked him and had participated in his humiliation and forced blowjob session months ago in the boys washroom at rgab, Anton had taken great delight in viewing the videos of the two of them from that night thanks to Cory, the looks of humiliation and shame and disgust on their faces and in their eyes a small reward for the humiliation they'd caused him. Knowing those feelings would be repeated over and over in the weeks and months to come, and knowing that they would be living in constant fear that their classmates, or their parents, would find out how they were spending their Friday and Saturday nights more than made up for the one afternoon of humiliation they'd put him through.

As his lover rolled over in his sleep and faced him, Anton raised himself on one arm and smiled down at him. His brilliant blue hair normally standing up in four inch [10 cm] high spikes down the centre of his scalp like some prehistoric dinosaur was now plastered in loose, sweaty strands over his shaved scalp. His turquoise eyeshadow and black eyeliner had smeared, leaving smudges on the pillow and on his nose and down his cheek. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms last night and both still had in their earrings and piercings. As his lover's smooth chest slowly rose and fell in his sleep, Anton reached over and traced the tattoo of a snake curling up around his right breast, its open mouth engulfing his nipple which was pierced and at the moment adorned with an iron ring from which hung a spiked mace, a gift from Anton to his lover for his fourteenth birthday last month. His lover slowly opened one eye and gazed up at Anton.

In reply Michael Ainslie slipped his arms about Anton and drew his naked body to his and their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. Who would have thought that when old Arnold Penner had sent the shy, studious student to check on Anton in the boys room sixteen months ago and Anton had given him his first ever blow job, that six months later he'd get his ear lobes and rims pierced and would begin hanging around with Anton and his Goth friends, and that at Christmas of that year he'd get tossed out of rgab and end up joining Anton at his father's school and become a goosey Gander? And who would have thought that the one time honour student, the favourite of teachers, and model boy scout would be kicked out of the scout movement, and out of his own home as an embarrassment to his social-climbing parents. And who would have thought the Gilles would take him in, and that he'd fall in love with the weirdo, gob-spattered boy pervert who'd dropped on his knees in his piss drenched clothes and given him his first suck job?

As the two grade eight boys deep kissed, their hands roamed over each other's naked, sleep-damp, warm body, caressing each other gently and lovingly. Anton was still wearing his silver nip rings with the fine-linked silver chain connecting them and his Prince Albert, the rings and chain a gift from Michael for Anton's fourteenth birthday last week. As they kissed and caressed, his cock began to swell, and as it grew hard and angled away from his body, it pulled the chain tight, tugging on his young, tender nipples, the stimulation sending pangs of sweet pain through them and causing his cock to grow all the harder.

Michael grinned, knowing the sweet pain that his boyfriend was experiencing, and he silently thanked Cory Wilson for having suggested the gift, and for the suggestion three months ago that he approach Anton about moving in with him. Although the two of them had been friends and the two of them had sex with each other occasionally, it was not until he moved into the Wilson-Dean Estate and into Anton's bed that he really fully got to know and to appreciate Anton. That he was a bottom boy he'd known, but the depth of his devotion and the extent of his loyalty to a true friend he had not. His skills and knowledge of sexual techniques he'd also known, but the delight he could bring a top like himself he was discovering every day.

Snuggling down, he tongued Anton's exposed knob, running his tongue along the rim, and around his peehole and along his Prince Albert, causing his stiff cock to jerk wildly, pulling on his now swollen and pain-filled nipples. Anton, driven crazy by the actions of his lover, gasped and groaned with desire, willing to do anything his Goth classmate asked of him. His body aching for cock, he snuggled down and took Michael's stiff cock in his mouth, and as he expertly teased it as Ramon had taught him, he thought back to that first blow job he'd given Michael as he knelt in the puddle of piss in the boys room. His skill now was a far cry from his skills then, which even back then had been awesome to the virgin teenage honour student. Back then Anton had felt shamed and filthy and didn't much give a damn about anything anymore.

Now he licked and sucked on Michael's throbbing cock eagerly and willingly, delighting in the fragrance of his damp balls and the mushroomy flavour of his teenage prick. He knew of all the acts he and Michael had engaged in, Michael most enjoyed getting blown, and with his skills, he could bring Michael to an orgasm a half dozen times before allowing him to blast, and he fully intended on doing just that for the boy he loved more than anyone in the world. As Michael shuddered with the pleasure throbbing through his swollen cock and with the knowledge of the pleasure to come, he closed his eyes and licked his turquoise lips. It was fucking wonderful to be fourteen and in love, especially when you have a bottom boy like Anton.

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Concluding chapter XI

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This is the eleventh of a series of concluding chapters in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and our villains get their just punishments.

"So, you guys wanna hang here or something or you wanna come to the Olympia Dairy and Goat Farm with Julius and Benji and me?" Cory asked.

"It's gonna be so totally way much fun," Benji observed excitedly, spearing a sausage with his fork and biting into it.

"It sounds like," agreed Anthony, watching the naked eight-year-old close his dainty lips around the sausage and imagining him doing the same to his sausage, which was starting to swell just watching the freckled, button-nosed youngster sitting beside him eating his breakfast. "Count me in." Benji smiled with the wide, unabashed smile of an eight-year-old, showing a row of large, square, perfectly white teeth, his big eyes round with youthful happiness, and Anthony's sausage began to rise up. Anthony could not care less about dairy goats, but the chance to get to know Julius Gilles's nephew a bit better, and more important for the boy to get to know him, and hopefully join him in one of his perverted pastimes, was a totally different matter for the perpetually horny, open-minded fourteen-year-old.

"I'm going to have to pass. Margaret is coming by to pick me up to see Bishop Henry about the church funding the Westbank Cub Troop, and then Mister Thompson about helping find a scout leader for them."

"So it's Margaret now, is it, not Mrs. Marshall? You work fast," Cory said with a twinkle in his eyes, causing Terry to blush. "And after you see Thompson, then what do you two have planned?"

"Well, she did mention showing me her home up in Citrus Grove," Terry said with a grin.

"I figure we might try several," Terry replied with a twinkle in his eyes this time.

"Thompson. That the big-shot, stuffed-shirt lawyer that's always in the paper?" asked Anthony.

"Oh yeah, he will be," Cory said with a knowing grin. "Just mention to him that you're a good friend of Eddie Fairchild, and mention to Bishop Henry that you're good friends with Dominic Halder and Dominic said to say hello."

Terry of course knew from Cory about Bishop Henry's activities in Riverside's Westbank Park with Dominic and caught the significance of mentioning his name. As for Eddie, it was impossible he would be involved in anything gay or perverted, especially with Earl Thompson, and though he knew Eddie had been trying for ages to get into Sarah Thompson's panties and suspected he was being unsuccessful despite his claims, how mentioning they were good friends would help him with Thompson he did not know. However, for Cory to have suggested it there had to be something and that was all he needed to know. He trusted Cory completely.

So, the four boys finished off their breakfast and headed off to get dressed. Margaret Marshall arrived promptly at nine as she said she would and she and Terry headed off. Antoinette Gilles observed that she'd never seen Margaret Marshall walk with such a lively step and that she was behaving like a giddy schoolgirl on her first date as she'd waited for Terry instead of a woman in her seventies. Cory observed that Terry was acting like a giddy schoolboy himself, and Antoinette reminded him that Terry was a schoolboy. Julius pulled up at that moment and giving Antoinette a kiss and a pinch on the backside, Cory observed that they'd likely be back by early afternoon, with a meaningful look in his eyes, causing Antoinette to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl herself. On the way to the Olympia farm Cory rode in the front with Julius so Anthony could sit in the back with Benji, and Anthony used every opportunity he could to brush his leg up against Benji's or to place a hand on his knee or thigh. By the time they got to the farm Anthony's shorts were bulging out so badly you'd have to be blind not to notice.

They arrived in time for the ten o'clock tour conducted by Nicholas Pandoppolis, son of the owner of the farm, Aris Pandoppolis, one of Riverside's richest shipping magnates who had bought his son's way into the normally white upperclass Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys and who, it was rumoured, had mob connections. With his unblemished olive complexion, dark eyes and thick, curly, dark brown hair and the physique of a Greek god, the seventeen-year-old had the eye of every teenage girl and most of the women in the tourist group as he showed them about the farm and the cheese factory. As he showed them the enclosure containing the does and explained the difference between the Nubians with the long pendulous ears hanging along the side of their heads, the French Alpine with the perky erect ears, and the La Mancha with their little two-inch elf ears, Cory knew it was not a fascination for goats that was causing the females of their group to hang onto his every word.

When asked if they had any male goats he said they were in their own enclosure, and when asked why the males were in a separate enclosure he explained with a smile that for one, the expression "randy as an old goat" had a basis in fact, the males eager to mount the females anytime and anyplace and especially when they were in heat, and for another, the males had a distinctive odour compared to the does, kids and castrated males who had no odour at all and they didn't want to contaminate the milk with their odour. Both reasons quickly became evident as they walked from the almost odourless female stables past the rancid, sour stables of the males and caught a glimpse of a corner of the male compound where several of the larger males were attempting to mount the smaller ones. Picking up the whispered comments between two of the teenage boys obviously from New York City from their accents about faggot goats and the derogatory comment that it probably was because they were Californian, Cory intensified their perverted thoughts, causing both to pop boners which he and Anthony made a point of noticing as they tried unsuccessfully to hide them, causing the two boys to turn red with embarrassment.

When asked why they had males at all on a dairy farm, Nicholas explained that all their animals were thoroughbreds and that they kept three dozen males on hand to mate with the does, and to provide semen for artificial insemination of other herds. That of course lead to the smartalecky question from one of the New York City boys asking how he collected the semen and Cory picked up the jealousy of the two boys who had noticed Nicholas was getting all the attention of the girls in the tour and their disparaging thought of him masturbating the males. Nicholas of course explained the process of stimulating the prostate by inserting an electric rod up the goat's anus, which caused some of the married women in the group to grin at their husbands and the husbands to squirm with the thought. For the two boys who were becoming an annoyance with their big city smugness, Cory intensified those thoughts until they were oozing pre-cum, much to their humiliation as they made desperate and furtive glances at their crotches to see if any had soaked through their underwear and shorts, with their typical teenage macho arrogance being sure they had produced enough to do so.

They toured the dairy operation next which was fully mechanized, right down to the milking machines that were attached to the udders. Cory broadcast to the smirking teenage boys the thought of attaching the machines to their dicks, causing their dicks which were finally beginning to soften to bone up and begin leaking once again to their embarrassment and discomfort. The tour ended at the cheese "factory" where Nicholas explained the different types of cheeses produced by Olympia dairy, the creamy sweet-flavoured Olympia Ricotta with the tangy finish made totally from milk from the Nubian does, whom he explained were not heavy milk producers but who had a higher than average buttermilk content, the Olympia Halloumi which Nicholas proudly explained was not diluted with cows' milk like industrial halloumi and therefore maintained the signature sharp, salty flavour of the cheese which was why it was more expensive, and of course the traditional Greek feta, mizithra, and anthotyros cheeses whose fermentation and aging were based on an old family formula from Greece and for which the Olympia dairy was equally famous. Free samples were provided of course to entice those on the tour to stop at the Olympia shop to purchase some cheese besides souvenirs and stuffed goats for the kids.

Following the public tour, Nicholas took his special guests on a more private hands-on tour as had been previously arranged with Cory, with the impromptu inclusion of the two reluctant and totally disinterested fifteen-year-old buddies from New York City after some subliminal convincing of their parents that it would be a good educational experience for the boys and something the parents could brag about their sons having done when they returned home. Taking them to the bunkhouse, which being Saturday was empty, the farmhands either having gone into the city or off for the weekend with their families, Nicholas had them strip bare butt naked. Relieved there was no evidence of their earlier leakage and with their dicks still being semierect, the two boys proudly flaunted their endowments as if they were normally that size. Having them put on baggy, overly large coveralls, the two New York City boys, Ethan and Tyrrell, observed disdainfully that they were dorky and totally uncool and typically country bumpkin clothing.

Handing them all pitchforks and taking a wheel barrel while Julius took a second, Nicholas took them to the stables for the males and told them their first job would be to muck out the hot beds, months of bedding in which the goats slept, urinated and crapped on and which was covered daily with more hay until it was compressed into a three-foot thick pile that heated up and provided warmth during the cold winter months and which were routinely mucked out in the late spring and early summer. The larger and almost odourless girls' stable had already been done and he was currently working on the guys' stable.

Julius was far from eager and had only taken Benji on the tour because he knew Benji loved animals of all sorts and figured if he catered to the boy he'd be less likely to tell his father about their canine capers. Benji thought it was cool and dug right in, leaving his uncle no choice but to do so also. As he tossed the stinking forkful of hay into the wheelbarrow, he at least had the satisfaction of knowing this was not something his brother would ever do and the upmanship over Benji's father was a reward in itself though a small one considering the stench. Anthony was far from eager either, but in the hopes of showing Benji he thought it was cool too and maybe increasing his chances of getting in the boy's pants, Anthony began forking the foul-smelling hay into the wheelbarrow along with Nicholas as he tried his best to inhale as infrequently and as shallowly as possible, which was not easy considering the effort it took to break up the compact bed.

Ethan and Tyrrell had immediately objected and flatly refused to do it of course, the two city boys wanting to retch with the stench, until Cory made the observation to Anthony that the rumours of New York City boys being wimps and effeminate metrosexuals unlike macho California boys like themselves was obviously true. Determined to show the two southern hicks from California who were the more macho, the two stabbed their pitchforks into the hay bed and pried loose a layer of hay, releasing the rancid, sour odour beneath which mushroomed up around them. Fighting back the gorge rising up their gullets and with their eyes stinging with the stench, the two teenagers began to work furiously, determined to do more and faster than the two ignorant bumpkins on the other side of the wheel barrel the four were filling.

Cleaning out the rank compost with pitchforks in the enclosed area had all of them perspiring profusely and panting and grunting with the exertion within minutes, as Nicholas knew it would. Nicholas of course was used to working on the farm and found the exercise kept him in top shape for soccer, and Cory and Anthony being athletic and physically active and knowing to pace themselves did not find the labour that onerous. Julius on the other hand given his sedentary lifestyle and being grossly overweight was perspiring like a pig, and Ethan and Tyrrell having gone all out in their attempt to beat Cory and Anthony found themselves sweating and gasping for breath just as badly.

Although their help in mucking out the stinking stables, one of Nicholas's least favourite duties on the farm, would have been appreciated, that was not his purpose in having them perform the chore and he had much more exciting things planned so after fifteen minutes he told them they could quit. Happily putting aside their pitchforks and wiping the sweat from their brows, they followed Nicholas out the back of the stables to the male pen, most of which was blocked from the sight of the public by the stables and from the rest of the farm by the heavy equipment and tool sheds, the pen purposefully extending away from the main working area of the farm considering its strong odour. As they stepped into the compound they found as they'd seen earlier in the corner visible to the public two of the males attempting to mount two other males. Nicholas observed that the two they were watching were randy twenty-four seven and would mount anything, even the farm dogs, which drew the comment from Cory that they sounded like a typical teenagers and caused Julius to glance at Benji guiltily. Ethan whispered behind the back of his hand to Tyrrell that Cory and Anthony looked just the type that would do dogs, a thought Cory easily picked up with his headband. Nicholas noted that mating season was usually between August and March so the males had six weeks of abstinence so far and so were even hornier than they usual were, drawing the comment from Anthony that he'd hate to see what they were like by the end of July.

The arrival of the eight rank, sweating humans immediately caught the attention of the males and several immediately headed their way out of curiosity, in the hopes for food, and in at least one case, for more prurient reasons. A Nubian of average height, about three feet tall at the withers, and pure black with its long ears hanging along the side of its head, whose breeding season Nicholas said was longer than most goats which meant they could get milk all year, came up to Nicholas and began to sputter at his legs, his tongue hanging out to one side, and pawing the ground with its front legs. Another, one of the larger goats, a piebald with a roach of longer hair along the spine and perky, upright ears, a French Alpine, approached Julius and began to do the same and to brush up against him.

The rambunctiousness of the goat caused Julius's overly large coveralls to suddenly slip off, and as he bent over to draw them back up a kid, no more than six months, a La Mancha, suddenly darted forward, leaped on his back on all fours, and looked about from his higher vantage point with its ears perked up and bleated, to the amusement of the others. The French Alpine of course had a much different idea upon seeing Julius bent over with his fat, hairy ass directly in front of him. Chuckling with amusement, Nicholas chased off the kid and the moment it leaped off the adult reared up on his hind legs and lunged down on Julius, knocking him to his hands and knees. With his front legs astraddle Julius's plump body, the goat tightly gripped his waist and with a hundred and eighty pounds of lustful goat hugging him Julius found it impossible to stand up. The goat rammed his body against Julius's plump ass several times and its long, slender cock quickly emerged from his hairy pouch, red, slimy and fully erect. Drawing back, the animal lunged forward, ramming its slender cock up Julius's asshole with a single plunge, and it immediately grunted and snorted and spurted. Withdrawing his now slick red cock, he lunged forward and penetrated Julius again and spurted once more. Julius knelt there in surprise, unable to do anything other than to automatically push out with his muscles to open his anus to facilitate the goat's penetrations and reduce the pain. Ten times the goat mounted Julius, spurting profusely each time, before the goat was satisfied.

As soon as the Nubian backed off for the final time another immediately stepped forward, butting away several others who approached. Raising a hind leg and twisting his head around, he directed a stream of piss in his face, and then stepping closer to Julius, he snorted and shook his head as he did likewise to him, directing a hot yellow stream directly at Julius's head, his way of making himself more attractive and at the same time staking his claim on his intended mate to the amusement of Nicholas, Cory, Anthony and Benji and to the horror and disgust of the two boys from New York City.

Cory pinged the idea that he'd better start sucking the goat before he pissed in his face again, or before the goat began fucking his face like the first had fucked his ass, and in his confusion and humiliation and fear that the goat would do either one, Julius reached up and holding onto the rancid goat for support and twisting his head underneath him, he slipped his lips over the emerging red cock. The goat's cock immediately stiffened and with a single lunge forward began to spurt, his tart, musky cum shooting down Julius's throat. Following instinct, the goat drew back and thrust forward again but this time Julius drew his head back and tightened his lips about the bulging tip of the goat's slender, six-inch [15 cm] cock. Julius's cheeks bulged as his mouth filled with the watery, tart goat slime. The goat excitedly drew back and lunged a third time but this time the swollen tip slipped out of Julius's mouth and the goat sprayed Julius's face with its watery slime. At the same time, a third goat approached him from the back and totally unaware Julius suddenly found himself being mounted for a second time as the goat in front of him rammed his hot, slender cock in his mouth and spurted still again.

Excited and overjoyed beyond belief, young Benji eagerly dropped to his hands and knees before one of the smaller La Mancha goats and reaching between his legs, he squeezed the goat's hairy pouch just as he'd done hundreds of times with the dogs he looked after. Of course the goat's penis immediately began to emerge and Benji quickly and eagerly slipped his lips about the slender, slimy red cock and began to suck. As the goat grew firm in his mouth, another, a young kid no more than six months, leaped on him from behind and began to paw at his coveralls, which being loose and baggy quickly slipped off his hips. The kid immediately mounted him, and in seconds his long, slender cock, no thicker than a man's smallest finger and five inches [13 cm] long, penetrated the eager young boy's backside. Snorting madly and excitedly, the kid began to spurt despite his young age, filling the eight-year-old boy's tight rectum while his cheeks puffed out with hot, tart goat cum. Over and over the two goats spurted out their slime, the massive, hairy black balls of the one behind slapping against the preteen's tiny, dangling, pink nuts and the balls of both goats drawing up tight and hard as they were emptied of their contents. With his cheeks and chin dripping with the stringy, tart goat slime and with slimy goat cum oozing out of his gaping asshole, eight-year-old Benji happily grinned up at Anthony as the two goats withdrew.

The older boy's heart sank. He knew if he was to ever make it with Benji, he had no choice but to demonstrate the same interest and open-mindedness as the boy and that he had no qualms about being fucked by a goat. He glanced at the slender, red cocks of the two goats that had just been serviced by the boy and the pendants of stringy slime hanging from them and he almost backed out, but a glance at the flushed eight-year-old kneeling there with his coveralls about his ankles and his stiff little cocklet sticking up in the air and with his excited, lust-filled, happy grin changed his mind. Making out with a couple goats like he had would ensure the boy's trust and companionship. Besides, the sight of the naked eight-year-old kneeling there fully aroused in the muck of goat pen had his cock throbbing with arousal and his fourteen-year-old body aching for sex, even sex with a male goat. As he dropped his coveralls and dropped to his hands and knees, one of the Nubians headed directly toward him. With a wide grin, Cory headed out of the pen as he watched his buddy being mounted, the memory of a similar scene when Anthony had gotten in the way of a horny young Rottweiler coming to his mind.

Meanwhile the Nubian that had approached Nicholas was frantic with all the sex going on around him and Nicholas could no longer let his favourite goat suffer. Lowering his coveralls and dropping to his hands and knees, he was immediately mounted by the Nubian and to an experienced eye like Cory's it was clear that the two had been doing this for some time and had formed a bond. Cory of course knew of Nicholas's little secret and the visit to the farm and the private tour had been carefully thought out and planned with Nicholas in advance, except of course the inclusion of the two arrogant fifteen-year-old boys from New York City. One day while watching the rgab senior soccer practice while waiting for Jacob Schuller to go over to his house for some fun, Cory had picked up Nicholas's surprising thoughts about what he had planned at the Olympia farm after the practice.

Though Nicholas had considerably more experience with girls than the average teenage boy, which was no surprise considering his chiselled physique, dark, handsome looks and outgoing personality, and though he thoroughly enjoyed those experiences, the young Greek heartthrob and randy teenager also had another love, one he'd picked up from a cousin while visiting Greece two summers ago, male goats. While the first fulfilled his macho, heterosexual needs, the latter satisfied his more perverse, filthy teenage mind. Seeing the possibilities and opportunities that revelation opened up, Cory had approached the teenage boy and had suggested that they introduce Julius and young Benji to his secret pleasure.

Nicholas of course had at first vehemently denied having such a perverted interest, embarrassed and suspecting Cory was about to blackmail him, and then he'd angrily demanded to know how Cory had found out his secret. After he calmed down, he saw the brilliance of Cory's idea. Having never forgotten the way Julius had almost destroyed the rgab soccer team and knowing how he'd treated the players and his students when he taught in the public school, Nicholas found the idea of the fat slob and arrogant, sarcastic being forced to have sex with goats fitting, though totally improbable. As for introducing a young boy to his secret pleasure and promoting his favourite perversion with the possibility of recruiting the boy, Nicholas fondly recalled his introduction by his cousin and willingly agreed with Cory's idea.

Totally horrified and thinking the entire goat herd had gone totally wild with lust, the two out-of-state teens turned and ran, which the male goats took as a game and an invitation, does in heat often doing exactly the same. As a goat ran in front of Tyrrell the out-of-shape teenager zigged and zagged to get around him only to be blocked by another goat, and before he could get around him a third in full lust leaped upon him, the hundred and eighty-pound French Alpine knocking the boy to his hands and knees and knocking the wind out of him. As the boy scrambled to get up the goat mounted him, and the suspenders of the purposefully overly-large coverall slipped down off his shoulders while the baggy pants slipped over his hips with a style popular with hip hop artists of the day, except of course the boy was not wearing any underwear underneath. Tangled in his loose coveralls and weighted down by the horny, anxious goat, Tyrrell was helpless as the goat lunged forward, and with a shriek of pain and surprise, the teenager found himself penetrated by the goat's long, slender cock.

Ethan found himself in a similar predicament and seconds after his buddy had been knocked down and mounted, he found himself in the same situation. A goat's cock though getting up to seven inches [18 cm] long was as slender as a man's little finger and pointed, the tip swelling only upon ejaculation, so it was relatively easy for it to mount and penetrate even an unwilling teenage boy. Of course after the pain and shock of the first penetration and after the first ejaculation the lubricating slime made further penetrations of the abused hole that much easier. And so the two city boys knelt there totally horrified and humiliated and in a state of shock and disbelief as they lost their virginity to two randy, rancid goats, their dangling teenage balls swinging between their legs as the massive, black balls of the goats fucking them slapped into them.

As a couple goats approached them from the front, Cory pinged them with the thought that if they didn't want a face of piss like Julius had gotten they'd better get their lips around the goats' emerging hoses. In their panic and confusion the two boys did just that without realizing of course that the thoughts had not been their own. Reaching up and grabbing the two approaching goats and clinging to them for support as they were knocked forward by the excited goats lustfully fucking the hell out of their asses, the two frightened, bewildered boys twisted around and slipping their lips about the slender, hot dicks beginning to emerge from their hairy pouches they began to suck. Rewarded with squirts of hot goat slime up their rectums and down their throats at the same time, the two teenage boys gagged and sputtered, making sounds just like their stinking mates who likely thought that they were enjoying it as they withdrew their throbbing, hot cocks and lunged forward and spurted out their tart, stringy slime a second time.

Cory had meanwhile begun to film the events from outside the compound, retrieving the camera he'd had Nicholas hide for him and having triggered the hidden cam recorder the moment they'd left the stable. He grinned with sweet revenge, as did Nicholas, as Julius was mounted by still another goat and at the same time began sucking off a second. Almost all the goats were now sputtering and pawing the ground and milling around as they all got turned on. Taking Benji under his care, Nicholas made sure it was the kids and smaller, younger goats who mounted him or approached him to be sucked. From the zeal with which the boy offered up his slender, smooth ass and the skill with which he handled and sucked the goats' dicks, and from the way the goats reacted to him, it was evident to Nicholas that the boy not only was experienced with animals, but had a unique way with them.

To his dismay, Anthony found himself being mounted by another goat seconds after the first dismounted but seeing the look of excitement in Benji's eyes as he glanced over at him and smiled before turning his attention to the kid Nicholas was guiding his way, the fourteen-year-old boy had to return the smile. Being fucked by a randy, stinking goat was humiliating and debasing, but as he felt the first spurt of hot goat cum shoot up his already overly full rectum he had to admit that it felt good, and as he watched Benji eagerly reach under the kid and squeeze his hairy pouch and then twist around to suck its emerging cock, he knew how the eight-year-old boy was feeling, and he didn't need Cory's headband to empathize with the youngster. As the goat behind him rammed its slender cock up his cum-filled rectum, he glanced around for a goat to suck. He was going to be shitting goat cum for a week and it would probably take even longer to get the mangy, musky taste of goat cock and cum out of his mouth, but for now he might just as well seize the moment and enjoy it.

Nicholas, having seen that Benji had been taken care of and having satisfied his favourite goat, approached the Nubian from behind in a half crouch and wrapping his arms about it and spreading his thighs, he wiggled into position and lunged forward. It was evidently a practice the goat experienced before and had gotten use to as it spread its legs and allowed itself to be penetrated, and it was evidently something Nicholas was used to as speared the goat's ass with his stiff cock with the first lunge. Cory zoomed in on the naked Greek god as he began fucking the goat there in the muck of the compound and he wondered what the moonstruck young girls and their mothers would think if they could see their handsome, muscular guide now.

Seeing Nicholas plunging his stiff cock in and out of the ass of the goat, young Benji had to try that himself. Finding another kid he scrambled after it and grasped it from behind. The kid, low in the pecking order and so accustomed to being screwed by most of the males in the compound and being used to seeing Nicholas and the Nubian in such a position, and besides likely seeing (and smelling) Benji as just a funny looking kid goat, willingly let himself by poked by the little eight-year-old pervert. As his slender little pee-er penetrated the goat's ass and he felt the heat and moisture of the goat's rectum, his little erect penis throbbed with pleasure and as ripples of pleasure pulsated through his swollen flesh as he began to work it in and out of the goat's ass, another goat fucker was converted, something Nicholas could tell from the sparkle in Benji's eyes and the smile on his face. As Nicholas came, shooting his teenage cum up the ass of his favourite goat, Benji squirmed and whimpered with his own dry orgasm and neither needed Cory's headband to know and feel the pleasure of the other. As for Cory, his young teenage cock was jutting up in his baggy coveralls and leaking madly as he picked up the exquisite pleasure of the two fuckers along with the pleasure from Anthony and the humiliation and total revulsion of Julius and the two boys from New York City.

With six human assholes and mouths available and three dozen randy goats, many of whom were eager for a second go at it, it was one hell of an orgy, and with all the fucking and sucking going on, it was impossible for the six humans not to get erect and to shoot off a load, even those who were unwilling participants. Benji and Nicholas of course got off up the assholes of two of the goats while Anthony to his embarrassment but admittedly delight shot off a hot, powerful load while swallowing a mouthful of sharp goat cum and getting his rectum filled for a fourth time. After his experiences with dogs, Julius was not surprised though he was still embarrassed and felt filthy and perverted as he felt the familiar twang in his groin and his cum spurted out of his wagging cock to spray the barnyard muck. Tyrrell and Ethan on the other hand stole furtive and embarrassed glances at each other as they stiffened up, horrified that getting fucked by a goat and sucking goat cock had gotten themselves aroused but relieved at least to see the other had gotten the same way. As they began to feel the familiar pressure developing in their groins and as their swollen cocks wagged and throbbed in response they were delighted with the pleasure but even more mortified that they were feeling such pleasure, and when at last their teenage bodies responded and their nuts tightened up beneath their cocks and they began to spurt out their hot, teenage cum they knelt there in the stinking muck with a combination of erotic pleasure, surprise, humiliation and dismay. They stared down at their thick gobs of creamy cum streaking the shit and muck of the goat compound, feeling a pleasure far greater than they'd ever felt jerking off on the toilet but never feeling so dirty and ashamed in their lives. As they knelt there gasping and snorting like the goats sputtering and rutting around them, they hoped that nobody had noticed their ejaculations, unaware of course that it had all been caught on camera and cam recorder.

Finally with their semi-erect dicks dripping with cum, except of course Benji, and with goat slime oozing out of their gaping, raw assholes and down the backs of their legs, and goat jism splattering their faces and clinging to their teeth and their gums, the six muck and cum splattered, sweating, stinking humans staggered to the showers in a post climatic daze. All were exhausted from the wild fucking and sucking frenzy and numbed and awed by the blast of raw, animalistic lust. Nicholas and Benji were flushed with joy and sexual satisfaction, the first delighted to have had a youngster with whom he could share this secret pleasure and the second delighted with his first rutting experience and wondering if his dad would let him have a goat in the back yard.

Julius on the other hand felt filthy, from the muck and slime and stink besides from engaging in the perverted act, and guilty and ashamed for having had sex with goats, and especially for introducing his young nephew to such a filthy perversion. Ethan and Tyrrell on the other hand were totally mortified, the shock and disgust with what they'd done hitting them hard now that their lust had subsided and the frenzy of the wild orgy was over. They could not believe what had happened. They'd just had sex, with filthy, stinking goats. They had been fucked, repeatedly, up their asses, and they had sucked goat cock, and it had gotten them aroused and they had gotten off doing it. It was all totally sick and perverted beyond all imagination, especially the last, and they were so humiliated they didn't dare look up and risk looking into someone else's eyes.

Anthony was between the two extremes, having to admit that he'd found the experience erotic and physically enjoyable. He was after all a typical curious, horny fourteen-year-old boy with raging hormones and an open, and admittedly dirty, mind. Besides, he was particularly buoyed up by the very strong likelihood that he now had a good chance of making it with Benji. Like Ethan and Tyrrell, however, he was also embarrassed and feeling like a pervert having done it with goats, and especially since his buddy Cory had once again managed to avoid getting his ass screwed just as he'd done in Westside Park and the pack of horny dogs. Cory of course was delighted, though for very different reasons than the others. He had once again humiliated and debased Julius Gilles, who had a long way to go yet before Cory would forgive him for past deeds as a teacher, and he'd brought down another two snooty teenage boys who thought they were better than anyone else and who'd needed an attitude adjustment. On top of that he'd alleviated Nicholas's worries and guilt about his secret perversion, self-doubts Cory had picked up that day he'd watched him playing soccer, and had helped him also get back at Julius Gilles for the way he'd treated him and his soccer teammates. As for Benji, it was always a delight to introduce a young mind to another aspect of sex and to see the openness and joy of a young boy exploring the mysterious world of sex, and as for Anthony, it was always a delight to introduce his good buddy to new aspects of sex also, even if he didn't always see it as an opportunity or something he should thank Cory for. Most of all, it was always a delight when things went according to plan.

So each of them was occupied with his own thoughts as he turned the hot water on as hot as he could stand it and lathered up in the showers in the back of the bunkhouse. They soaped their bodies from head to toe and worked the lather into their hair and skin, scrubbing at their armpits and assholes and clefts of their asscheeks and soaping up their crotches and cocks and balls, all of them having never felt so dirty and filthy and all of them stinking of sour sweat and like rank, male goats. They showered for the longest time, certain they would never get rid of the acrid stench and even tipping back their heads to fill their mouths with hot water and spitting it out in an attempt to get rid of the foul taste of goat cum and cock, each reliving over and over in his mind the past forty-five minutes, some with humiliation and disbelief and disgust, some with happiness and pleasure and satisfaction.

Cory of course was thinking of the latter and magnified and broadcast his thoughts to the others, having left on his headband which the others, absorbed in their own thoughts, had not noticed. He scanned Nicholas's mind and focussing on the happiness Nicholas was feeling, on the powerful and delightful physical pleasure and stimulation of his anus and his swollen cock, on how extra horny he had felt and how great it had felt getting fucked and how erotic it had been sucking goat cock. Capturing those thoughts and feelings, he broadcast them to the others in the showers, strengthening the pleasure each had felt and countering the negative feelings they were experiencing. He probed Benji's mind and picking up his sheer delight in the erotic pleasure of being fucked by and of fucking a goat for the first time and his wonder if the taste of goat cum was anything like goat cheese, Cory pinged Nicholas with Benji's thoughts of awe and delight and wonder. Nicholas glanced over at the eight-year-old and read into his grin and the sparkle in his eyes those thoughts and he smiled and Benji returned the smile with that open-mouthed grin eight-year-olds have. Cory gathered up and broadcast to everyone the youngster's awe and delight in his dry orgasm, still a new and mystifying experience to him, and the others all felt a twinge of arousal in their groins as they felt the boy's youthful exuberance and wonder and as they recalled their own joy and awe in discovering the joys of sex.

"Thanks," Cory whispered, slipping over to Nicholas and joining him under his showerhead. "Things worked out perfectly."

"You're welcome," Nicholas whispered back, feeling a glow of satisfaction pass over him, not just of sexual satisfaction, but of the satisfaction that comes with achievement. Benji had been clearly enthralled with the experience just as he'd hoped the boy would be, just as he'd been with his first experience, and Julius and the two smug and obnoxious city boys had been properly humiliated and debased for their attitudes. Sharing his perverted pleasure had made this rutting session even hotter and more enjoyable than any in the past, reminding him of how hot it had been the first time his cousin had shared his secret with him in the hills above Athens and overlooking the Aegean Sea, and it was all thanks to Cory Wilson. "And thank you also," he said with a smile as he looked at Cory.

"You're welcome too," Cory replied softly, his soapy hand reaching out and slowly caressing Nicholas's smooth, olive-skinned backside and slowly descending along the back of his thighs, sending thrills of arousal through his groin and causing his semi-erect cock to begin to swell. Nicholas was strictly heterosexual in past experiences and in mind, except when it came to goats, but with Cory's light touch and the look in his eyes the handsome, seventeen-year-old heartthrob felt a very unheterosexual urge. As Cory moved in closer and caressed his backside more firmly that desire grew. They were showering in the presence of five other guys, including an eight-year-old boy, but why not? Introducing a young boy to his secret pleasure, getting his long-smoldering revenge against Julius Gilles, sticking it to the two smug, arrogant assholes from New York, and experiencing the wildest rutting orgy he'd ever experienced had all been because of Cory and with his help. It was the least he could do to thank him. Reaching around Cory, he began to lather and caress his back and then his smooth, compact buttocks and he felt himself being drawn irresistibly to the fourteen-year-old boy. Cocking their heads and closing their eyes, the two boys kissed softly and gently and their cocks began to swell.

Anthony of course noticed the two boys and he did not need Cory's headband to sense their pleasure and growing arousal. That was more than evident from the gentleness of their caresses and the smile on their lips as their lips parted, and from the slow swelling of their dangling, turgid pricks. He glanced over at Benji, lust welling up in his heart and causing his own dick to begin to swell. Benji had noticed Cory and Nicholas also and as the freckle-faced, button-nosed youngster glanced over and up at him, Anthony smiled and debated if he dare step over and join Benji under his showerhead or if he dare invite Benji to join him. His uncle was after all showering beside them, and the boy was only eight. Before he could decide, Benji returned his smile and stepped over to him. The eight-year-old's soapy hand immediately reached up and he began to lather up the older boy's hairy, swarthy, dangling balls and turgid cock, causing it to begin swelling even faster.

Cory smiled as he saw Benji reach for Anthony's jewels and as he saw Anthony's look of surprise and delight. He'd figured one or the other would follow his lead. Running a soapy finger along Nicholas's smooth ass crack, he gently caressed his tender, sensitive opening, which, after the repeated fucking it had received, immediately opened up to Cory's slender, probing digit. As he slipped his soapy index finger up Nicholas's rectum, he picked up on Nicholas's arousal and delight and broadcast them to Ethan and Tyrrell who could not help but notice the pairing up on either side of them.

Despite their contempt for faggots and their disdain for Californians, the two fifteen-year-old boys could not help but recall the physical pleasure of having their asses fucked by the slender, hot goat cocks, and their own cocks began to respond to their erotic memories and the feelings being broadcast by Cory. There was no way the two macho, straight teenagers were going to pair up and bring each other off, but there was a fat, goat-sucking old man who they could use to get off a load. Of course their recollection of the physical pleasure they'd felt and their growing arousal, and the idea of using Julius to satisfy their growing desire were all initiated by Cory.

As for Julius, his mind was so twisted and warped by then and so accustomed to being pinged by Cory, that the idea of bringing the two teenagers off and showing them just how hot sex with a Californian pervert could be was immediately accepted as his own. It would not be the first time he sucked off and was fucked by a teenage boy, and he had, after all, engaged in far more perverse activities than fucking and sucking with teenage boys. As he was about to step toward the two boys, they stepped toward him.

His concentration no longer needed, Cory turned his full attention to the handsome, olive-skinned Greek god massaging the front of his thighs and nibbling on his neck. Wrapping his arms about Nicholas's neck, he closed his eyes and kissed him again, and as Nicholas pressed his lips against his and cupped the cheeks of his smooth ass, Cory pressed his stomach against Nicholas's. Nicholas being three years older and three inches [7½ cm] taller, Cory could feel the handsome teen's coarse hairs pressing against his flat stomach and the boy's large, pendulous balls nestling in his curly bush. Penned between them, Nicholas's swelling cock pressed hotly against Cory's smooth stomach and as they kissed again Cory could feel it grow. Sliding his hands along the older teen's muscular thighs as he slowly slipped down and knelt before the seventeen-year-old high school senior, Cory reached up and taking his turgid cock in his hand, he held it by the base and slipped his lips over the knob.

Watching Cory, young Benji immediately copied him, dropping to his knees and taking Anthony's swollen cock in his hand and slipping his mouth over the knob. Glancing down and watching the freckle-faced, button-nosed youngster slipping his thin, smooth lips about his stiff cock, Anthony quivered with arousal and leaked a dollop of clear, sweet pre-cum. Benji eagerly sucked on the leaking tube of flesh, the droplet of pre-cum refreshingly sweet after the cup of sharp, musky goat cum he had swallowed. He ran his tongue over the blood-engorged knob, causing Anthony to ooze out another large dollop of his sweet nectar. Slipping his lips off the swollen cock, Benji knelt there before the randy teenage with a long, fine translucent streamer of pre-cum connecting his ruby lips and the tip of Anthony's cock. A small, pink tongue emerged from between those ruby lips and licked up the silky strand, causing another droplet to form at the tip of the erotic dispenser. His tongue immediately flicked up the offering and drew it into his mouth and he smiled up at Anthony as he savoured the teenager's sweet pre-cum.

Julius had meanwhile dropped to his knees also and had reached up and taken Ethan's limp but rapidly swelling cock in his hand. Closing his eyes and running his tongue up the shaft and over the boy's knob, he swirled it around the sensitive rim, causing the boy's flesh to begin swelling even more quickly. Unlike Cory and Benji, his intention was not to bring the boy pleasure but rather to bring the boy off as quickly as possible and bring this humiliation and debasement to an end. So he attacked the boy's sensitive glans vigorously, licking it and sucking on it as if it was the most delicious thing he'd tasted while in reality, despite all the cock he'd been forced to suck over the past year and eight months he found the taste repugnant and the act disgusting and humiliating. Ethan of course saw Julius's action as evidence of his perverted, boy-loving, faggot mind and the degeneracy of all Californians.

So did Tyrrell as he stepped up behind Julius and ran his index finger along the crack between his asscheeks and massaged his asshole with the tip of his finger as he'd seen Cory do to Nicholas as he stroked his dick with his other hand to get it hard. He'd never fucked a guy before and wasn't sure just how a guy went about it, or even if it was possible, a guy's cock seeming exceedingly large and a guy's asshole extremely small. For that matter he'd never fucked a girl before either and was about as uncertain how a guy went about doing that too. He had been fucked though. Repeatedly. And brutally. Of course a goat's cock was a lot more slender than a human's, though it was a good two inches longer than his own.

At the same time the guy was a faggot and probably loose from getting his ass fucked. He'd heard that queers were so loose from being fucked they ended up having to wear diapers on account of not being able to keep their turds in. He knew what it felt like getting fucked, and he wondered what it was going to feel like being the fucker. He soon was erect, too quickly for a straight boy he worried and he hoped his buddy Ethan hadn't noticed. Mind you, Ethan had gotten erect pretty fast himself for a straight boy. Grasping Julius's wide hips, he pressed the head of his stiff dick between Julius's asscheeks. Feeling the boy's hot, hard probe, Julius wiggled into position from long practice, again not out of any desire to please the boy but because he knew with his lack of experience this could take a while, and he wanted it to be over as fast as possible. Stretching open his anus, he sank down on the teenager's hot, stiff cock as the boy pushed forward. To Tyrrell's delight, but also to his consternation, he found his stiff, aching cock being surrounded by hot, moist ass flesh and he remembered that Julius's asshole was full of hot goat slime. To his even greater dismay, he found having his stiff cock up the ass of a guy very pleasing, and the thought of his cock buried in an assful of goat slime so erotic he was already about to cum.

Knowing that if Benji continued much longer he'd be shooting off a wad, and not wanting the pleasure he was feeling to end so quickly, Anthony drew Benji to his feet and immediately squatted down on his heels before him. The boy was erect, proof of his arousal and the sexual delight he'd found in sucking the teenager's cock. Anthony smiled as he slipped his lips over the boy's velvety, slender cocklet and began to suck on it and as the boy squirmed and giggled with the pleasure throbbing through his little, pink dicklet. Again the boy proved what Anthony had always believed. Anyone who claimed eight-year-olds were too young to appreciate and enjoy sex evidently had never had sex with one. And anyone who thought sex with preteen boys was perverted or sick, evidently hadn't had an eight-year-old's dicklet in his mouth while the boy danced and giggled with sexual pleasure.

Benji wasn't the only one squirming with sexual pleasure. It was not Nicholas's first blow job, the handsome, athletic high school senior having had his cock sucked off several times already, by girlfriends who had opted to satisfy him that way because they were afraid of becoming pregnant or selfishly wanted to keep their virginity, or who would have spread their legs for the dark-eyed heartthrob but were having their period. Perhaps it was because he had been hoping for and expecting pussy, or perhaps it was because they were girls, but he'd never found those experiences anywhere near as stimulating and pleasurable as the blow job Cory was giving him. Whether it was because he was a guy and knew what it was like to have a swollen, aching dick that had to shoot off a load, or because he was gay, Nicholas didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew was that Cory had brought him to the brink of shooting off twice, and his cock had never felt so hard and hot in his life. As he felt himself approaching that peak for the third time, he arched his back and inhaled deeply with anticipation and with the apprehension Cory would once again somehow delay his ejaculation. As he felt the pressure quickly building and finally the familiar twitch in his groin, he gasped out a warning to Cory that he was cuming and his loins went weak as he felt his jism gushing up the core of his swollen cock and bursting out of the burning tip.

Cory expertly swallowed the Greek god's hot, thick cum, delighting in its texture and taste and delighting in having brought the handsome, high school senior off, especially knowing it was the first time he'd ever been sucked off by a guy. While Nicholas stood there panting and flushed with one of the hottest and most pleasurable orgasms he'd ever had, Cory stood and slipped behind him. Quickly lubing up his stiff cock with soap, Cory stepped forward and with a skill far beyond his fourteen years, he located Nicholas's anus and pressed the tip of his swollen cock against it. Although he'd never been fucked by another guy before, Nicholas had been fucked enough times by goats to know to push out with his abdominal muscles to open up to Cory's swollen cockhead. Even though he was straight and had never had sex with a guy until that morning, he willingly and eagerly opened up to Cory. It was the least he could do considering all Cory had arranged for that day and the pleasure Cory had just given him.

So Cory easily slipped his hot, hard cock, now six inches [15 cm] in length and over two fingers thick, an impressive size for a fourteen-year-old stud muffin, up the older teen's hot, moist rectum, aided by soap and the fact Nicholas's rectum was filled with slimy goat cum. Cory was as skilled at fucking, men and women, as he was at sucking guys off, and despite his randiness and his desire to get off a load, he fucked Nicholas slowly and paused frequently to enjoy the delight of having his young, aching cock surrounded by hot, moist, throbbing flesh and to curb his impulse to fuck the handsome Greek god until he came off. That was not easy given Nicholas's dark, handsome looks and buff body, and especially knowing the seventeen-year-old's tight ass had never been fucked by a guy before. Even with his skill and his phenomenal self-control, which had grown tremendously since discovering his great-grandfather's headband, even Cory could not hold back that long, and especially as he felt the hot goat slime schlucking around his pistoning cock. Closing his eyes with the pleasure and with the anticipation, he grasped the handsome Greek god's hips tightly and began to thrust his hips to and fro rapidly. Seconds later he began to gush like only a horny fourteen-year-old boy can and as he filled the handsome teenager's asshole with a fresh load of hot teenage cum, he wondered what Nicholas's many girlfriends would think if they could see their heartthrob gasping and grunting with pleasure and lust just like they did when he filled their pussies.

The ecstasy of the two teenagers had not gone unnoticed by the others though they too were squirming and panting with their own orgasms. Having sucked and teased Benji's slender little cocklet with a skill equal to Cory's, bringing the boy several times to the brink but not over despite the youngster's attempt to do so himself by thrusting his hips to and fro desperately and plunging and withdrawing his prickling little cocklet in and out of Anthony's mouth, Anthony had at last skinned back the boy's tight foreskin to expose his cherry knob and licked it deliciously until the eight-year-old was dancing and screaming with the exquisite delight of his dry orgasm.

Close to having a climax himself, Anthony quickly stood and turning Benji around, he slipped his soapy middle finger up the boy's tight hole to loosen him up. Delighted to feel the boy pushing out with his stomach to open up his anus, proof of his past experience and his desire to have his ass penetrated, something Anthony was convinced all young boys would want once they'd experienced it, he quickly soaped up his stiff, aching cock. It took all of his willpower not to shoot off then and there, and he was sure he was going to begin spurting like a horny goat as he pressed the tip of his swollen cock against Benji's tender butthole and slowly sank his stiff cock up his tight, cum-filled butt. His fourteen-year-old cock was not as long as Cory's but it was fatter and it was longer and thicker than the goat dicks that had fucked the boy earlier. Even so, he had no difficulty sinking his aching cock up the boy's ass what with his lathered cock and the lubricant of goat slime, but also proof of his skill and the eagerness of the two of them for a hard, hot fucking.

It was hard and hot. Anthony grasped the slender, fifty-three-pound [24 kg], four-foot-two [1.27 m] eight-year-old's hips tightly as he rammed his fuck pole in and out of the boy's tight ass, slipping in and out of the goat slime which oozed out of Benji's hole and down his legs. Anton was delighted to feel Benji tightening his sphincter as he withdrew and relaxing it as he sank back in, further proof of the boy's experience and desire to be fucked and confirming again the teenager's opinion that all preteen boys would delight in being fucked if given the opportunity. Anthony's dark, olive-tinted body contrasted with the boy's pale pink skin as he wrapped his arms and legs tightly about the squirming youngster. He brushed his soft lips against the back of Benji's neck, the soft wisps of dark brown hair on his upper lip of the budding adolescent causing the boy to giggle and squirm with delight. When the horny fourteen-year-old boylover came, his hard, throbbing cock filling the youngster's tight asshole with his thick, teenage cum with a force and volume that surprised even Anthony, Benji shrieked joyfully and jerked about uncontrollably with his second dry orgasm and Anthony was in heaven.

Ethan, Tyrrell and Julius on the other hand felt more like they were in hell, their physical pleasure of ejaculation overshadowed by feelings of guilt and shame. Ethan's stiff cock had throbbed hotly as he had spurted out a copious load of his thick teenage slime. His ejaculation had been far more powerful and with far greater pleasure than when he jerked off thinking about a girl in his class he had the hots for or some teenage celebrity flaunting her body. The pleasure he had felt had delighted him, but it had also dismayed him. To the gay-phobic teenager the latter should have been more pleasurable than the faggot experience of being sucked off by a guy, especially by a fat slob of a man. There was no way in hell that he was gay, so why had he enjoyed it? As for Tyrrell, as he was adding his hot, teenage slime to the goat cum already filling Julius's rectum, he was feeling the same way and asking himself the same embarrassing, confusing question, why shooting a load off up a guy's asshole was far more powerful and pleasurable than when he jacked off while imagining fucking pussy. To the straight, macho fifteen-year-old, finding pleasure in the faggot act was totally confusing and most disturbing. As for Julius, bringing off two squirming, gasping teenage boys and having his mouth and rectum filled with hot, thick teenage slime was nothing new and it was never enjoyable. He had shot off a load himself, but that had been purely mechanical, the result of having Tyrrell's stiff cock massaging his prostate, and it had brought him no pleasure. The whole thing had been humiliating and debasing and sick and he was just glad it was over.

Ethan and Tyrrell were sombre when they joined their parents, and were irritatingly uncommunicative about what had happened, but then, that was typical teenager behaviour as far as their parents were concerned. Climbing into the back seat of their minivan, they stared out the window glumly, lost in their abhorrent memories and vexing questions as they headed down out of the San Bernadino foothills and headed for Palm Springs. The boys squirmed uncomfortably, certain they could feel goat slime oozing out of their anuses, and they sucked on peppermint after peppermint in a desperate attempt to get rid of the foul taste in their mouths as they thought about the debasing and humiliating sex they'd had with the herd of rangy goats, and especially about having had sex with a man, and having enjoyed it.

Despite the air conditioning, they all soon began to perspire as they descended into the Coachella Valley and their parents realized their folly in having their sons take the hands-on-tour as the car was filled with the distinct rancid, sour aroma of randy goat despite the boys' protests that they had showered before rejoining them. And, despite the candies they were devouring, each time they burped the taste of rangy, musky cum flooded their mouths and they felt like puking which only added to their discomfort. The breaking point came when Ethan's mother opened up the bag of Olympia Halloumi cheese cubes and passed them around. The minivan screeched to a stop and the two boys lurched from the vehicle and dropped to their knees on the roadside as they puked out the cup of white, stringy goat cum each had swallowed. This would be one holiday experience they'd never forget, and which unbeknownst to them, was going to be shared with thousands of perverts around the world thanks to the cam and camera recording by Cory in the barnyard and the hidden cam he'd had installed in the bunkhouse showers unbeknownst even to Nicholas.

Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 66-67 (Concluding Chapters X-XI)

Chapter Sixty-Six

Concluding chapter X

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Concluding chapter XI