Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapter 17-19

Chapter Seventeen

Totally unaware of what was happening with his wife and daughter at home, Julius pushed through the thick underbrush with his two boys, all three of them with dread and yet a sense of excitement, and a sense of anxiety. The sight of Lad, Bob Moser, and Lane Spudder waiting for them on the other side did nothing to alleviate any of those feelings. The anxiety was in part because they never knew from day to day if they would show up. It had been sixteen days now since their first encounter with Bob and Lane, and on nine of those, in no particular pattern and including today, Bob and Lane had been there, sometimes waiting for them or more often arriving after they did. They had shown up a tenth time, the Friday before last, the Friday of the week they'd first shown up in the clearing. It had been the first day the two of them were late and of course they hadn't waited for them. Bob had let them know in no uncertain terms that the next time that they were to wait for them, and from the anger in his eyes and the brutal way he and Lane had fucked them that day, they were never going to make the mistake again. As for Lad, he had been present on seven of those days, and had been there alone on four others.

"Well, there's our three bitches, right on time," Bob said with a wide grin as he looked at his wristwatch. Even coming to get abused, Goosey Gilles followed a schedule. That Julius knew that he knew that, and purposefully arrived late, or not at all on some days, was part of the joy of abusing him and his boys. Julius and his two sons, hot and perspiring in the early evening sun and from their jogging these past ten minutes, just as Bob liked them and had warned them they had better be, quickly stripped off their sweaty jogging suits.

"I can't get over how fucking eager you three are to get your asses fucked," observed Lane with a shake of his head as he and Bob began to strip also. He would have been there every day to lay into François and relieve the pressure on his balls, but Bob had explained to him about keeping them guessing if they would arrive, and making them appreciate getting fucked by not showing up some time, and he was right. They were always more appreciative if they were on time, and always more eager after missing a day. His former teacher knew a lot more than just soccer and school stuff.

"Like I've been telling you Lane, good little bitches like these three are always appreciative of a good fuck," Bob said, enjoying his barbs as much as he enjoyed getting his nuts off. No matter how hard they tried to conceal it, he could tell they were seething with anger at his comments. One of these days Julius and maybe even his two sons would explode and strike out at them, and he couldn't wait. He'd love to smash the dog-loving hypocritical bastard in the nose, and considering Lane's hatred for the man, he had no doubt he could handle the two boys.

"You do love your doggie pal, don't you Julius?"

Julius could not deny that, and knew there was no point in doing so. Bob Moser knew. Over the past three and a half weeks he'd come to love the dog even more than he loved his wife, and to look forward to their romp in the park. On those days Lad didn't show up, he went home despondent and was twice as sharp with his students the next day.

"Go ahead, tell him. Tell him how much you love him, and how appreciative you are that you're his bitch."

Julius dropped on his knees and petted the dog, who jumped about and licked his face and tried to get behind him, having by then associated the man's sweat with fucking just as he associated the scent of a bitch in heat. After having received Cory's thoughts about how much he loved the dog and the emotions that went with those thoughts at least once a day Monday to Friday for the past three weeks, and in triple doses on those romps in the park that Cory had witnessed, he had come to fully integrate those feelings without Cory's assistance or presence, like today. With Bob's prompting, he told the excited German Shepard how appreciative he was that Lad had chosen him to be his bitch, how much he loved the feel of his big, rubbery cock up his ass, how he loved getting fucked by the dog even more than he enjoyed fucking his wife. It was embarrassing and degrading to say those things before his two sons, but he knew Anton would get the brunt of Bob's anger if he didn't do as he was told, something he'd explained to his sons as to why he allowed Bob to bully him. It was for their protection. They understood. Besides, it was all true, the protection, and his profession of love.

Then it was Anton and François's turn. The two naked boys, sweating and flushed from their jogging, knelt before Bob and Lane and told them how glad they were that they'd come today, and how much they loved feeling their cocks up their asses and how good the two of them made them feel, and what fortunate bitches they were. They reached up and caressed their abuser's cocks, telling them how they dreamed about their wonderful cocks at night and how they wished they could come home with them and fuck them all night. It was embarrassing and degrading to say such things before their dad and each other, but they also knew that if they did not say and do as they were told the fucking they'd receive would be even rougher and more brutal than normal. Twelve-year-old Anton was at that stage of puberty where his body at times performed like a pubescent teenager, and at other times like that of a child, and was in a constant state of horniness. To be truthful, he did dream about Bob at night, not always pleasantly mind you but always waking up with a hardon that he could not help but jack off. François, at nine, was not yet at that wild hormonal stage, but as Bob knew, even boys that age had a sexual side and again to be truthful, there were days when the itch up his ass got so bad that he wished Lane was there to satisfy it.

Of course their audience in the bushes, who on this particular day was Terry and Anthony, didn't know any of that. All the two thirteen-year-old boys crouched there in the underbrush knew was that their hated teacher was a weirdo who liked getting his ass fucked by Terry's dog, and had two sons who were little cock-loving faggots. Watching the three of them was always great for an hour's amusement, and never failed to get them aroused.

Lad finally got what he wanted, and the German Shepard, already erect, eagerly mounted his bitch, thrusting his stiff, sticky-looking cock up the man's awaiting rectum, which by then had gotten use to the rough entry. He immediately began to squirt out his cum as dogs do, and Julius trembled with the sensation of the dog's slimy load squirting into him and of his thick, hot cock now slickly pumping in and out of his rectum. No matter how many times they'd done it, he still thrilled at the burning sensation around his sphincter, and the hot throbbing of his rectum as the dog fucked him, and he could not avoid getting partially aroused. He loved the dog more than anyone or anything in the world, and the dog brought him a pleasure nobody else could, not even his wife.

Bob, horny from a day's abstinence from Anton, and turned on by his verbal abuse of Julius and humiliation of his sons, had Anton drop to his hands and knees like his father and kneeling behind him like Lad had, just as roughly rammed his cock up his ass. The boy was still a tight little bastard despite all the fucking he'd received, which made fucking him all the more enjoyable. He shoved his aching cock up Anton's ass until his coarse hairs were pressed against the boy's smooth backside and his low-hanging balls were bouncing against the still maturing sacs of the twelve-year-old, and then he withdrew until the knob of his thick cock was stretching open the boy's sphincter until it almost popped out. With a grunt of pleasure, he repeated the cycle, practically knocking the slender boy off balance in his lust and fury.

Kneeling beside him, thirteen-year-old Lane Spudder just as savagely dog fucked young François's ass, his hatred for Julius transferred to his nine-year-old son. Like all healthy thirteen-year-old boys, he was horny as fuck, and doubly so having abstained yesterday. Besides, listening to the little faggot saying how much he loved cock and wanted to be fucked got him even hornier. He flexed his young, muscular legs and drove his slender, teenage cock in and out of the boy's hot, moist rectum, eager to please the boy if that was what the arrogant little faggot wanted.

Bob and Lane of course fucked the two boys in front of Julius so he could watch, so he could see the looks of humiliation and suffering on their faces, and the looks of sexual lust as they accepted their fate, and of course so the two boys could see the look of bliss on their father's face as he was rapidly dog-fucked by the German Shepard. It was a mix of contrasting and strong emotions that Julius struggled with from the moment they were done until the next time they did it. He loved Lad, and the only pleasure he got out of life these days was getting his ass fucked for that half hour in the park. He also hated his obsession and the filthiness of the act and his lustful enjoyment of it. He hated Bob Moser and what he and Lane were doing to his sons, and he hated himself not being able to put an end to it, but as he'd explained to his boys, and as he believed, Bob would only think of things even worse if they resisted. Besides, if Bob ever revealed what went on that hour in the park, his career would be over, and his family ruined.

Anton and François underwent the same swing of emotions. At the time they knew of no greater pleasure than having their asses fucked, though there were times, when Cory was present, that it was much more pleasant than others. Then afterward, like their father, they felt filthy and perverted having engaged in the act, and having enjoyed it so. Each night they struggled with the comments and insinuations by Bob and Lane that they were fags, having engaged in the sex only because they didn't want Bob to further abuse their father, who despite what they were learning about him and despite his cowardliness before Bob Moser, they still loved, and because were taking the abuse and brunt of the hatred Bob and Lane had for their father and older brother. The struggle was, they enjoyed the sexual pleasure, as the boners they usually got testified.

Bob and Lane of course knew the angst they were causing the three of them, and that made fucking them and abusing them all the more erotic. And so, as Lad filled Julius with his jizz out of instinct, and yes, out of pleasure, Bob shot his wad up Anton and Lane his up François with not just the enjoyment of their ejaculation, but with the enjoyment of knowing how humiliating and debasing that was for the sons and their father.

Today Bob was feeling particularly vicious. Before having the boys stand and their father kneel down behind them and suck the hot, slimy cum back out of their rectums, as he and Lane sometimes did but other times didn't, keeping them guessing and off balance, adding to the dread and apprehension of the Gilles's and adding to their own pleasure, he had Julius tell his sons how much he loved them, which he truly did and passionately said so, and how glad he was that they little faggot man-lovers, which created him even more angst. Bob and Lane saw the struggle in his face and the look in his eyes, and delighted in what they thought was his pain in saying something he did not believe and did not want, and in his frustration and low esteem in not being able to stand up to Bob. What they did not know was that deep down inside, Julius Gilles was a boy lover, and the reputation he'd developed was nothing more than a wall he'd built around himself to hide and contain his true feelings. They did not know that Julius Gilles deep down inside believed all boys would be man-lovers if left to their normal instincts, and despite society's condemnation, wanted his to be just such boys, though of course willingly, not because of coercion and fear. So when they forced him to tell his sons how turned on he got sucking the cum from their assholes, only he knew that he was speaking the truth, and as much as it was the truth, he hated himself for those feelings. And, when he told them he was glad they were man-lovers, in a sense that was true too.

Bob and Lane enjoyed this post-fuck humiliation as much as the fuck itself, and as Bob felt his cock beginning to rise once again, he thought of a change in their routine.

"I know how eager you are to have a go at your dog-loving daddy's ass and drink up Lad's spooge," he said, "but I think today we'll give you a break from that."

The two boys could not hide the relief that passed over their faces. They did enjoy the hour of sex in the park despite the humiliation and degradation, but sucking the German Shepard's slimy cum from their father's ass was definitely not a part of that enjoyment, though even then there were occasions in the park, when Cory was watching unbeknownst to them, when even doing that filthy, perverted act had filled them with unbelievable lust and pleasure, something else that haunted them for the rest of the day and gave them nightmares at night.

"You're such horny little fag boys today, I think you deserve a second shot of man juice to keep you happy until we meet again. What do you say Lane, you ready to give your little fag boy another shot of your spooge?"

"Oh yeah," Lane replied, always ready to get one off.

"Since I know you were looking forward to drinking Lad's jizz, I'm going to let you drink mine," he continued, looking directly at Anton's face to see his reaction. Bob's lips curled as he was rewarded with a look of dismay and disgust, as he knew he would be. Boys and teenagers have such a hard time masking their true emotions, which was one of many things Bob loved about boys and teenagers. The twelve-year-old's heart sank as he stood there, looking at Bob's once again erect cock. The last of his cum had oozed down in several streamers from his peehole over his knob and down his shaft where it still clung, and the seven-inch [18cm] fuck meat was smeared from the load it had shot up his ass and with the juices and shit from his rectum besides.

"Com'on, drop to your knees and let's see you give it a nice licking just like the time you licked your daddy's pecker."

Forcing back the urge to puke as he dropped to his knees, the fresh-faced boy stuck out his tongue and ran it up the man's cock, the bitter, slimy cum and the acrid smears of anal juices and shit from his own ass causing the boy to hack. Knowing that if he did puke, it would anger Bob who would then make him do heaven's knows what, he held it down.

"So fucking eager it's making you choke, eh?" observed Bob, knowing full well the effort the boy was making to hold back his vomit in total disgust. Being a boy lover himself, Bob felt a pang of guilt, but glancing over at Julius and seeing the man's look of frustration and embarrassment, he felt justified in what he was doing. He'd resolved six months ago he'd get his revenge on those who had caused him such pain and had deprived him of his pleasure of being with boys, and that was exactly what this was about. He turned his attention back to Anton. Knowing he had no choice, Anton ran his tongue up the man's shaft and over his knob a second time, and then a third. It wasn't getting any better.

Following his mentor, Lane offered his smaller but just as begrimed cock to François, and following the lead of his brother, the nine-year-old ran his tongue up the boy's throbbing, filthy organ, fighting back his urge to puke also, and fighting back his tears of humiliation. When Bob had said he was giving them a break, he had honestly believed that the day's session was over. Lane's cock was foul with his cum and the juices and shit from François rectum also, and his mouth reacted by increasing his flow of saliva to wash the foul taste away, causing Lane to observe that he liked licking his shit-smeared, cum laced cock so much it was making his faggot mouth water. Hearing the boy's foul comment caused Bob's cock to lurch with arousal, smearing Anton's spit along with his anal juices and shit along his nose and across his cheek.

His voice husky with lust, Bob ordered Julius to stick his middle finger up his ass and goose himself. Wishing he could bring an end to what was happening to his boys but knowing he could not, Julius slowly slipped his finger up his slime-filled rectum and began working it in and out. Lad's copious load oozed out of his asshole and into the palm of his hand and down the back side of his thighs. There was good reason God created dogs with a knot to keep their cock and their jizz up a female's cunt, and having no stopper and being worked out besides by Julius's finger, his slimy spooge flowed out of his ass as copiously as his wife's juice flowed out of her cunt.

Placing his hand at the back of Anton's head and grasping his hair and pulling his head back, Bob slipped his cock between his lips and into his mouth. Ramming it down his throat, he quickly withdrew it before Anton choked and told the boy to tighten his lips about his sausage and to hold in his breath when he rammed his cock down his throat and to grab a breath if he needed it through his nose when he withdrew. It took them a half dozen trusts, accompanied by gags and a flow of tears, before Anton got accustomed to having his throat fucked. Kneeling there passively as the man rammed his cock in and out he felt used and humiliated by the perverse act, compounded by having it done before his dad and kid brother.

Again, following his mentor's lead, Lane did the same with François, though at thirteen, his cock was barely long enough to reach the back of the nine-year-old's mouth. It was a new experience for Lane, and fucking the boy's mouth he found was just as erotic as fucking the other side. The boy tightened his lips about his slender cock as he'd been instructed, and his saliva flowed over his thrusting cock, basting it in his spit. François also gagged the first few times until he got accustomed to breathing while having his face fucked. Seeing Bob holding his brother's head firmly and pressing his nose in his curly bush with each forward lunge, he was glad that at least he only had Lane's cock to contend with.

And so the two of them deep throated the two boys, ramming their cocks in and out of their faces with renewed lust and eagerness while their father knelt there helplessly and watched as he finger fucked his spooge-filled ass. In his lust and desire to humiliate Anton in front of his dad, Bob did not hold back as he worked his thick, throbbing cock in and out of the boy's mouth, delighting both in the physical pleasure and in the look on Julius's face as he watched his son being deep throated. Lane similarly trembled and panted with the pleasure once again throbbing through his stiff, aching teenage cock, which was always ready to be used for what was really its main purpose. That pleasure was supplemented by the fact he was fucking François's face in front of his loathsome father. It was fucking hot, and when they came, they shot their jizz straight down the boys' throats. Having no other choice, Anton and François gulped and swallowed the thick, slimy jizz as they tightened their lips about the perverse hoses in front of their father as he finger fucked his slimy ass, his own cock jutting up stiffly in the air in arousal.

Finally pulling his cock out of Anton's mouth, Bob told him to squeeze the remaining jizz out of it and to lick it clean. Anton did so, and as he squeezed the thick, sticky organ, a thick dollop of creamy spooge oozed out of it. Sticking out his tongue, he lapped up the bitter, slimy droplet, which was immediately followed by another. Again, Lane followed the example of his mentor, and he trembled with joy as François's hot hand squeezed his throbbing cock, and like toothpaste oozing out of a tube, a thick glob of teen jism oozed out of the tip to be lapped up by the nine-year-old faggot boy's tongue. At the same time Bob ordered Julius to take his finger out of his ass and to lick the thick, gooey spooge that had flowed out of his ass and over his fingers and hand. Julius's look of utter disgust as he stuck out his tongue and lapped up the salty, slimy guck coating his palm and middle finger caused still more creamy cum to ooze out of the still stiff cocks of his sons' abusers for them to lick up. The slimy, foul-tasting dog spooge clung to his palm and formed sticky streamers between his lips and his hand as he licked it up. In the bushes, Anthony and Terry were tightly squeezing their own tubes as they shot their second load into the grass. Wait until Cory saw the tape they'd made of this!

Cory, to Julius's surprise, was at his home when he returned. To his even greater surprise was the announcement by his wife that Cory's parents had to be away for a week, and possibly two, and that Cory wanted to stay with them. Knowing how his students felt about him, that was an even greater surprise. The greatest of all though, was that his wife was in agreement. He glanced down at Cory, sitting there at the table looking so sweet and innocent, a glass of milk and plate of chocolate chip cookie crumbs sitting before him. As the boy looked up at him with such pleading eyes, he was immediately suspicious. None of his students could possibly want to stay with him, and Cory least of all. After what he'd just been through at the park however, he was in no frame of mind to think clearly, wanting nothing more than to brush his teeth and get the foul taste of dog spunk out of his mouth and to have a long, hot shower, and he certainly was in no position to disagree with his wife considering what he'd just done behind her back. Besides, as he looked at Cory he felt a surge of sympathy for the boy and a desire to help him. Of course that surge was Cory's doing, but he was also, deep down inside, a boy lover, and Cory was a very attractive boy. Besides, perhaps it would better his relationship with his students, which he knew was getting progressively worse with his increased crankiness as a result of his worries, lack of sleep and rapidly declining sense of self-worth. And, perhaps his sons could have some influence on the incorrigible youth, or he could himself. His claim to his sons that he wanted to better the lives of his public school students was not totally a lie. The first thing he'd do is see that he stopped wearing that stupid metal headband. How his parents put up with it, he could not understand.

To his wife's surprise, and that of his sons, he agreed, and the call to Cory's parents was a surprise to both of them. The only one of them all that was not surprised was Cory, who returned home to find the tape Terry and Anthony had made waiting for him. They'd told his parents it was a school project, and trusting Cory and his friends, they didn't question it or bother checking what was on it. If they had, that would have been the biggest surprise of all, and there was no way they'd have let him stay with Julius Gilles. In fact they'd probably forbid him from ever seeing Anthony and Terry again besides. As Cory watched the tape, he smiled with the thought that as he'd been fucking Julius's wife up the ass, Julius and his boys had been getting it up the ass too, and as he'd rolled her over and fucked her with his slimy, fouled cock fresh from her fucking ass, Anton and François were getting a cum and ass-juice slimed cock of their own fresh from their own assholes. He arched his back and groaned with pleasure as he jerked off another load, his third that day, and he still had another hour or two to go before bed! It had been one hell of a wicked day, and the days ahead were promising to be even more wicked.

Chapter Eighteen

Cory's father headed off for the Humboldt Redwoods the next day, relieved that his home situation had been resolved. He knew how badly his wife wanted to be with her aunt, and how much she'd been looking forward to spending some time with her. Still surprised and perplexed that Cory had chosen Julius Gilles to stay with considering the snatches of conversation he'd overheard between him and his buddies, and even more surprised and perplexed by the call he'd received the night before from the teacher saying what a good son he had and how he wanted Cory to stay with him, as Matt Wilson drove he jokingly asked God that since He was handing out miracles, if He could hand out one more and see if Gilles and his family could be a good influence on his carefree and sometimes impulsive and trying son. Seriously, he didn't know how Cory had convinced the Gilles, or had even come up with the solution to their problem, but he owed him and would have to see he was properly rewarded when he returned home.

Marian Wilson of course felt the same way as her husband. She had wanted to help her aunt and repay her for her many kindnesses to her, and she'd been looking forward to spending some time with her back when it looked like Cory and his dad were going to be able to spend some quality time. His job came first though, and she'd been sure that she'd have to cancel her plans. The call from Julius Gilles was just as much a shock to her, as were the comments from his wife about what a caring and loving son she had and how proud she must be having a son with such a sense of responsibility and love for his parents to have come up with the idea. Knowing how Cory liked to goof off and how he tested the limits on every rule, she was tempted to ask the woman if they were talking about the same boy, or if she was on some sort of hallucinatory medicine. Seriously, as she dropped her son's stuff off at the Gilles and then him off at school and kissed him goodbye before heading off to catch her flight Friday morning, the day after her husband had left, she knew she owed her son for having come up with this solution all on his own and she'd have to reward him when she returned.

So it was that Cory, normally happy and go lucky, spent Friday with an even larger grin than usual and accompanied Julius after school to pick up his sons and his daughters and returned to the Gilles's home. After a welcoming supper of one of his favourite meals, all-meat pizza, homemade from scratch, not the store boughten frozen kind nor the delivery kind, and triple layer chocolate cake, he wished Julius and his two youngest sons a good jog, with the suggestion perhaps he'd join them the next day. The look of dismay on their faces was as delicious as the meal he'd just had. As Anton and François looked at their father in panic, he tried to calm his own suddenly racing heart. Having Cory Wilson accompany them on one of their jogs definitely could never happen though at that very moment he had no idea how he was going to prevent it.

He and his sons were already upset as it was. It had taken Antoinette longer to prepare the special supper, which meant they'd started late, and Cory had helped delay it by taking extra long in the bathroom to wash his hands before they could begin, Julius himself being the one who had the rule that everyone had to be seated at the supper table before they could start. That Julius had become so upset because his routine had been delayed by a simple fifteen minutes was not unusual so came as no surprise to Antoinette. That her two sons were evidently just as dismayed was a surprise, and upsetting. They took after their father in many ways, and to see them becoming so obsessed with routine was not something she liked to see. Of course, only Cory knew the real reason for their upset, and it was impossible to hide his smile. It was a small thing, but one of many little things that he had in mind to make Julius's life miserable for the next week or two.

The arrival of the red Corvette convertible outside had upset Annette just as much as the delay in supper had upset her father and brothers. She, and her mother, had hoped that with Cory staying at their house it might put an end to the visits his sleazy friend had been making off and on over the past two and a half weeks, just as irregular and as unannounced as Julius's meetings with Bob and Lane had been, for the same reasons. Keep the bitches guessing and keep the bitches wanting, Billy had said, and Cory, using Antoinette simply to get his nuts off and to further his revenge against Goosey, had no difficulty with that. Besides, Billy had been right. When they arrived after a day or two absence Antoinette had been twice as hot. If Billy had come to the door while they were still at supper, Annette and Antoinette would have surely died on the spot, but he'd been pre-warned by Cory to wait until his signal just in case, and besides, he knew enough to keep out of sight as long as father and husband was in the house.

It being a Friday, Julian was impatient also, wanting to get out of the house and be with his girlfriend. He had a hot night of necking in mind, taking her to the theatre for one of those sentimental movies all women get worked up about and getting her in the mood, and then after a burger and shake, going up to make-out point along Henderson Drive. He had not yet made out, but he'd gotten plenty of gropes and plenty of kissing and caressing, so he knew it was any day now that she'd put out and he'd finally be able to brag about his conquest to all the guys in the soccer team. So what if it was in the family minivan? Of course none of them knew that he'd not yet lost his virginity.

As for Juliette, she was heading over to her friend's up the street to play Barbies as she frequently did, and which her mother had suggested she do on this night in particular, so fifteen minutes really did not mean anything to her, and she herself unknowingly added to the angst of her sister and mother as she dallied after supper and fussed over which outfits she should take with Barbie over to her friend's. Antoinette of course was eager to see everyone out of the house so she could give Cory a very special welcome that only she could. Cory, of course, was expecting it.

As soon as everyone left, he gave Billy the signal, and without even waiting for him to come in, he headed off with Antoinette to the master bedroom and the two of them quickly stripped down to their underwear like two newlyweds. She'd bought a pair of particularly sexy undergarments for the occasion, a flimsy pair of dark violet silk panties and matching bra which Cory observed were a perfect match with her red hair, and she'd purchased a bottle of expensive and seductive perfume, "Midnight Madness," which caused Cory to observe, "you really smell wicked tonight, sort of like my mom's spice drawer. It's almost as good as the smell of your cunt when it's hot and dripping wet." Considering he was thirteen, she took that as a sincere complement.

They embraced and kissed, their kisses at first tender and loving, but in a matter of minutes they became hot and wet kisses of unbridled passion. Antoinette never ceased to marvel at how hot Cory got her so quickly, something Julius hadn't done in years, and how hot she was able to get the thirteen-year-old boy, an effect she hadn't had on Julius in years either. She was not fooling herself. She had recently turned forty and was no longer the sex kitten she once was, and Cory was thirteen and like all boys that age easily aroused, but still, together they did turn up the heat like she and Julius used to do years ago, which was one of the many things she delighted in being with him.

Undoing her bra, a skill the thirteen-year-old boy had taken a while to learn, Cory stroked and squeezed her ample breasts, and then snuggled down and sucked on them, running his tongue over her sensitive nipples and quickly causing them to become firm just like he'd read in the porn stories Anthony brought over. Trembling with the electric shocks rippling through her irritated nipples and through her breasts, Antoinette massaged the boy's back and ran her fingers down his slender, smooth body to his narrow waist and under the elastic band of his white briefs. She cupped the compact globes of his ass, massaging them and squeezing them as he massaged and squeezed her breasts. As he slipped his hands under the elastic of her new panties and began to push them down, she stroked the insides of the boy's sensitive thighs, causing him to tremble with the pleasure. His little cocklet had been bulging out his tight briefs from the moment he'd pushed down his jeans, and now strained against the cotton cloth impatiently as he eased her panties down.

As his fingers twirled her thick, curly hairs, as red and thick as the long, curly locks on her head, she pushed down his underwear and similarly twirled his fine, silky hairs that had only recently sprouted on his otherwise smooth and naked pubes, a reminder that he was a third of her age and had barely entered his teens. As he ran his index finger along her vulva, stroking them gently and with a knowledge and skill far beyond his years, she reached down and slipped her thumb and first three fingers about his narrow little dicklet. It was so silky smooth and it felt so small but so hard for something so slender and young. It throbbed hotly in her fingers as her cunt throbbed with equal excitement and her cunt juices oozed out between her labia as a droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of Cory's aching little boner.

Upstairs Annette and Billy had stripped and were kissing and fondling each other with equal passion. Billy cupped and squeezed the fourteen-year-old's budding breasts and tweaked her tender, sensitive nipples, sending pangs of pain and arousal through her young, compact tits and causing her to arch her back with the sweet pain that was still so new to her. She stroked his growing penis, marvelling at how it grew in her hand and how it began so soft and delicate and became so quickly such a hard and powerful organ. Her soft, pink hands contrasted with his dark skin as she stroked it, and as Billy drew her young body against his, her pert little breasts pressed against his smooth, ebony chest. Two and a half weeks ago she'd never seen a man naked never mind touched his private parts, nor had she ever had a man touch hers.

Slipping his hands down along her waist and over her pubes, which he'd insisted she keep shaved for now, Billy stroked her young pussy. Finding her clit, he fiddled with it, sending pangs of arousal through her body and causing her to gasp and tremble with delight and causing her young pussy to begin dribbling its juices. He loved engaging in foreplay and touching her young, white body, and besides, he knew the hotter she got the more passionately she'd fuck, and the more passionately she fucked the greater the value of the video he was making, and had made each time they'd screwed. There was a good market for videos of a twenty-four-year-old black man fucking a fourteen-year-old white girl, and since they were going to fuck anyway, he might as well make some money out of it besides.

Cory had spent a longer time than usual at foreplay also, wanting to have an especially hot and lingering fuck, one that would last right up to when Julius and his sons were walking up the walk so when they greeted them they could smell the sex on him and on her. So, he took his time, caressing Antoinette's pussy until her cunt juice was pouring out in a torrent and she was aching so badly for him she was about to throw him on his back and rape him. Nestling between her thighs, which despite her efforts and her dieting were as big around as three of Cory's, Cory slipped his stiff, aching dicklet in her hot, eager cunt, and immediately felt it grasp it like the jaws of a trap, a hot, slimy, wet trap. He slowly eased it up her cunt and then withdrew it, working it in and out of her body like the pro he'd become. It was his twentieth piece of tail after all. Even so, he sighed with the pleasure rippling through his groin and marvelled at the wonder of sex that despite his experiences were all still so new and exciting.

Despite her revulsion and deep-seated prejudice toward all coloured races and blacks in particular, instilled in her since birth by her parents and friends, Annette at that moment had her legs spread and raised in the air as Billy humped her savagely and eagerly as he always did and as she expected of him. She wrapped her young, slender thighs about his waist and closed her eyes in the ecstasy of her arousal, her juicy, eager cunt grasping his thick, pounding black sausage as it worked in and out of her, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She thrust her hips forward in eagerness to reach that orgasm that she knew was possible but which escaped her unless she herself worked particularly hard at it, which in turn increased the ferocity with which Billy plowed her, which helped her to reach her goal. Billy marvelled at how hot he got chicks, especially young, white ones as he humped her there on her bed. This was going to be a particularly great video, and he manoeuvred their bodies so the camera could catch his thick, black organ, slick with her pussy juices, working in and out of her tight, hairless pussy.

He groaned both with genuine pleasure and for the camera as he felt his spunk rising up the core of his cock and he lunged forward, driving his sausage up her cunt until his coarse black hairs were pressed against her smooth, shaved pubes. Grasping her tightly, he trembled as he shot out his juice, filling her womb with thick man juice. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her thin arms about his muscular, black body and tightened the grip of her thighs as she approached her own climax, and she thrust her hips back and forth desperately as she pushed herself that last few seconds and over the peak. As wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, she gasped with the exquisite pleasure of her own orgasm. It was plain they'd both climaxed, but to ensure the evidence for the appreciative audience, Billy pulled his cock out of her still vibrating pussy so the camera could catch its tremors and the sight of his cum still oozing out of the tip of his black cock before sinking it back up her body.

In the master bedroom below Antoinette was also gasping and groaning with her orgasm, something her young lover managed to provide a dozen times more frequently than her husband. As her aching cunt throbbed and pulsed with that womanly pleasure, Cory sank his aching little pecker up her hot, pulsating cunt and shot his load into her, spurting out his thin, watery teenage cum with equal enthusiasm and delight. Panting and gasping and sweating, their groins sticky from their sex, the two grasped each other and trembled with their simultaneous climaxes, just as delightful and powerful for the forty-year-old mother of five as it was for her thirteen-year-old lover. Cory kissed and licked her hot, sweating breast as the final spurts of his teenage cum shot up her pussy, and Antoinette grasped his young, smooth buttocks as the final waves of her climax rocked her body. The two sighed in ecstasy as they lay there in her bed, where she and her husband would curl up and sleep in a few hours, and savoured the physical and mental pleasure of their fuck as a car door slammed outside.

All too familiar with the stench of their sweat from their own after-supper exercise and the strange stink of dog her husband had begun to reek of this past month, Antoinette hung back as she and Cory greeted her husband and sons upon their arrival. Their hair tangled and knotted and their faces streaked with sweat and grime, they had a strong, masculine smell about them, one faintly hinting of semen. It was an odour Antoinette had noticed frequently before, but usually lost in her post-climatic bliss and figuring it was just some male thing, she'd paid it little attention. That Friday, she and Cory themselves were strangely flushed for having been inside, their hair dishevelled with the finer locks plastered to their temples with sweat, and their bodies smelling of semen too, and sharply of female sex. Of course Anton and François had no idea what the odour was and were too concerned about the lingering tastes in their mouths and the smells of their own bodies. Julius had noticed the odours before, though not as strong as this night, and he too was perplexed in that in the past his wife was home with only their oldest daughter, and on this night with their thirteen-year-old guest. Figuring it had to be his imagination, perhaps even triggered by his guilt over what he'd just done, and like his sons, more concerned about the filth and griminess of his body, he did what he always did-headed off for the showers. So began a most interesting and tumultuous time for the Gilles family.

The first and the most obvious change in their lives as a result of Cory's arrival was the change in menus. Julius and his wife, both genetically prone to be heavy set, had consciously established a diet that avoided fats, sweets, carbohydrates and anything else that might result in their gaining weight, and between meal snacks were limited to fresh vegetables and fruit. With Cory's arrival, that changed. The meals were designed to cater to the tastes and to keep up the energy level of a thirteen-year-old boy, all arranged for by of course his love-struck bedmate, and in that he delighted in and praised Antoinette for her baking, the house suddenly had the fresh aroma of home-baked bread, cakes, cookies and pies. The cupboard was stocked with chips, chocolate bars, Nachos and microwave popcorn and the refrigerator with soda.

Of course Julius and Antoinette could not resist indulging with such temptations. Julius, still having flabby breasts, a developing beer gut, and a broad backside despite his strict exercise regime, knew he'd have to exercise all the harder and longer, but then Cory's presence was only a temporary arrangement of a week or two, and after the stress he'd been going through, one could not blame him for indulging in a bit of pleasure. As for Antoinette, Cory assured his beloved that the more of her that there was, the more there would be for him to fuck, and in her infatuation with him, if adding a few pounds would make her lover happy, she was more than willing to do so. Anton, François, and Juliette, who by long habit had not been big eaters and who had been denied these finer things of life, were delighted with the change, which they knew was totally because of Cory. They did not understand why that was, but were hopeful he might have an extended stay. Julian, unable to resist the temptations either, much to his dismay and angst found himself suddenly faced with that teenage plague, zits. Annette, seeing the effects on her mother and her older brother, prayed for both in the hopes that a case of acne and an increase in weight would discourage Billy from constantly photographing her, and despite her ache for the pleasure he brought, perhaps even stop seeing her.

The second change came Monday, November first, Cory's fourth evening with his hosts. He casually observed at the supper table that in his household they preferred to go naked, his parents being longtime nudists, and in that's what he'd done all of his life, he was uncomfortable wearing clothing around the house and wondered if they would mind if he went naked. Julian choked on the chocolate cake he was wolfing down in his hurry to get over to his girlfriend's, and Juliette's jaw dropped as she alternately stared at him unable to believe what she'd just heard and at her dad and mom for their response. It dropped even further, and her eyes, along with those of her brothers' and sister's, practically popped out of her head when their mother observed that nudism was a healthy practice that more people should adopt and that they could easily practice it themselves what with the brick privacy fence in the back yard. Besides, it would cut down on their laundry bill, something that Julius indicated he supported, which was the most shocking comment of all.

Of course ever since hearing about nudist colonies from Billy three weeks ago, Cory had been working on his plan, planting ideas and suggestions in the minds of both Antoinette and Julius long before the opportunity came up of moving in with them, which worked in perfectly with his plan and was an awesome stroke of luck. Concentrating all his thoughts now on the two of them, he reminded them of all the positive things they'd read from sites on the Internet about nudism that he'd subconsciously prodded them into looking up, and repeated the arguments he'd been making in support of nudism for the past three weeks, arguments he'd been linking to anything that would support his suggestion they become nudists. In Antoinette's case, he focussed on her fixation on healthy living and exercise and her worry about gaining weight, her ego regarding her beauty as a youth, and her fear she was losing her appeal. He had praised her beauty daily, planting the idea it was a shame to keep such a gorgeous body covered, and that exercising outside in the nude was a healthy lifestyle that would keep her body in shape. With Julius, a key link was his penny-pinching attitude, linking it with the idea nudism would not only save on laundry bills but would also reduce the wear and tear on clothes and the need to buy new ones, especially for his children. In that he was a physical education teacher, he also planted the idea of nudism being a healthy lifestyle that would keep his body in shape also besides his jogging, and the idea of the Greek students doing gym in the nude, something that Cory was all for, not knowing that in doing so he was also appealing to Julius's love of the past and all things traditional, and of course his deeply buried boy love.

"Well, if you're uncomfortable, I have no problem with you going without clothes while you're here," Julius observed. "In fact," he added as he glanced at his family, who was staring at him in total surprise, "I don't see any harm in all of us giving it a try while you're here." It made sense, and he didn't have any more time to think about it. Make a decision and get on with life, that was the type of guy he was. Besides, Friday Bob had made him and his two sons bend over and grab their ankles while he and Lane strapped their naked backsides with his belt fifteen times each, once for each minute they were late despite the fact he and Lane had themselves been late up to half an hour in the past. He had no intention of ever being late again. To add to his anger and aggravation, neither Bob nor Lane and not even Lad had shown up that weekend, and he and his boys had even gone to the park Halloween evening just in case. That had particularly upset François, but Cory, who bless him had taken Juliette out earlier, offered to go around with him when they returned, and both had come back with their pillow cases filled to the brim. His moving in did have its benefits.

As Julius and his two youngest sons headed out for their supposed hour and a half jog, Julian headed upstairs to primp himself for his date. Looking in despair at the fresh crop of pimples across his forehead, and the large white one that had erupted on the tip of his nose, he scrubbed at his face with acne soap, but all that did was make them red and more evident. It was a common rumour in the locker room that sex cured a guy of acne. He was in desperate need. Perhaps tonight might be the night he thought hopefully as he gelled his hair and gave his pits an extra squirt of cologne. As he headed out the door, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that his mother and Cory had already stripped off their clothes. He'd only seen his mother from the back, but that was enough to make the sixteen-year-old boy's skin crawl. He didn't even want to imagine what it was going to be like seeing her from the front. His sisters were nowhere in sight. Annette had retreated to her room as she always did, unbeknownst to him to wait for Billy. All he knew was that she had been particularly moody the past little while, and was becoming a recluse, staying cooped up in her room instead of chumming around with her girl friends like she used to. As for Juliette, he suspected she was either in her room doing her homework, the good little suckass that she was, or was off playing with her dolls with one of her friends.

To the consternation of Julius and his sons, nobody showed up at the clearing again. That made it the third day in a row, and they'd stayed an extra fifteen minutes, forty-five in total, waiting just in case. Already on edge from waiting and dreading what Bob and Lane might make them do when they did arrive, their anxiety increased still further as they headed home and thought about the consequences of Julius's decision at supper. They had of course become accustomed to seeing each other nude, which was minor compared to what else they'd become accustomed to in each other's presence, but being naked in front of the rest of the family, and especially the female side, was a much different matter. Added to that apprehension the fact they had not had sex now for three evenings, the three were in a particularly bad state of mind as they pulled into the driveway.

Annette, Antoinette, and Cory also had not engaged in their usual post-supper exercise either, and had not since Friday, in part of course because of Halloween, and in part because it was part of Billy's idea of keeping them guessing and wanting. After abstaining for three days and especially after their particularly hot humping on Friday, all three were definitely wanting, even Annette who still struggled daily with her feelings of guilt and shame about doing it, about the pictures Billy was taking, and about her mixed feelings of disgust and desire doing it with a black man.

In that her husband and children were going to see her naked later that evening, Antoinette had not pressed Cory for their usual romp in fear that she might still be in a state of postcoital arousal when Julius and her sons returned from the park, as she had last time but had at least been able to cover her still firm nipples and swollen and dripping labia. As it was, she was surprised Julius had not yet become suspicious, what with the constantly clean sheets every day, though he had noticed the increased water and electric bills as a result of her daily laundry, and the occasional time they'd become particularly active and had left a wet spot or a dribble of cum or cunt juice elsewhere, like the headboard or the night stand and once even on the lamp beside the bed.

Juliette stared into space, concerned and confused by the dinner conversation, her parents having been particularly strict in the past about the clothes they all wore and insistent that they dress modestly and covered up their support of nudism was in total opposition to what they'd preached and practised all her life. In no mood to play with her dolls and unable to concentrate on her school work, she slipped downstairs to check if her mother had really meant what she thought she and her father had said and found her standing naked in the kitchen doing dishes and Cory sprawled naked on the floor in the living room playing a video game. Her mother having her back to her and Cory laying on his stomach, all she saw were their naked butts, but that was enough to send the seven-year-old scurrying back to her room. Now definitely unable to concentrate on her arithmetic practice and definitely in no mood for playing, she removed her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror in the hopes that undressing alone and looking at herself would make it easier when she had to join her family. An hour later she was still just as apprehensive and uncomfortable.

Julian, perturbed by the supper conversation also, and distressed by his outbreak of acne, found he could not concentrate on his conversation with his girlfriend, something that had never happened before, and they'd been seeing each other almost daily since that summer. When he was not self-consciously putting his hand in front of his face to hide it from her view and wondering what she was thinking of his sudden outbreak of ugliness, he was imagining himself standing naked in front of his mother, and her and his sisters walking around starkers in front of him. Just the idea sent shivers up his spine and turned his skin to gooseflesh. Ending their date early with the excuse he was not feeling well, which was the truth, he headed home filled with dread and anxiety.

Uncomfortable herself and worried about the reaction of her sons and daughters seeing her naked, and her reaction seeing them, Antoinette had decided it would help reduce the tension if they all got together and did something they enjoyed doing and got the initial shock over with. Deciding on watching a video, something light and humorous, she phoned Julius on his cell phone and suggested he pick something up, something like Shrek 2, the family having enjoyed the first movie and having not yet seen the sequel. Julius had to admit it was a smart idea. Arriving home, he and his sons hit the shower as they always did, but of course had no need to spend as long. As each dried off and headed for his room to put on clean clothes, he realized that was not necessary. Each inhaled nervously and found some reason to delay going down to the family room. Arriving home and finding everyone in their rooms except his mother, who was in the kitchen with Cory popping popcorn, and discovering his mother's plan, Julian considered using the excuse he had homework, but he knew that she'd object, and besides, getting it all over with at once was probably not a bad idea. So, he headed to his own room with the same dread and apprehension everyone else was feeling. Well, everyone except Cory. This was perfect, and he hadn't even had to plant any ideas in anyone's head.

Setting out the bowls of buttered popcorn, napkins, and cans of soda, Antoinette called the family together, and one by one they arrived, finding a particular fascination for the carpet and glancing up furtively as they headed to their usual places. Even though they headed to where they usually sat, they found it awkward and wondered if there might be a better alternative, one where they would be less obvious and would not have to see the others. Each in turn discovered there was no such place. So, Antoinette and Julius took their usual sofa chairs and Juliette curled up in her bean bag while Anton and François laid down on the carpet in front of them, embarrassed everyone was going to see their backsides but comforted by the fact their other parts would be hidden under them. Julian and Annette took their usual places beside each other on the sofa, but instead of putting their feet up on the footstool and lounging back, or cuddled together like they often did, they sat primly straight up and with their hands in their laps. Waiting until everyone else took their place so he didn't inadvertently intrude in someone's space, and more important so he could pick a vantage point where he could easily watch the family without being obvious, Cory chose to sit down cross-legged on the carpet between Antoinette and Julius.

Sitting curled up in her bean bag like usual when they watched television, Juliette did her best to keep her groin facing the television and away from the family and kept one hand dangling in front of it. At seven, and the youngest of the family, she had never seen anyone naked before and at her age knew next to nothing about sex and hadn't been the slightest bit curious what people might look like with their clothes off, but she could not help stealing furtive glances at everyone throughout the evening, and feeling particularly self-conscious being naked in front of everyone. She was particularly curious about her mother's and her sister's boobs and as she stole glances at them, she wondered when hers would start and if they would be as large, and what it would feel like to have them sticking out in front of her like that.

She of course could not help being curious about the males in the house, her youngest brother because he was the closest to her age, her middle brother because it was impossible not to notice his jeans were always bulging out down there and now she could find out why, Cory and her older brother because they were teenagers, and her dad, because he was her dad, though she found of all of them, she was the most embarrassed looking at his thing. She noticed that each of them was different in a way, in their shape and size and if they had hair and how big the things hanging under their things were, and she wondered why. Knowing nothing about such things, she was particularly fascinated by the difference between her brother Anton, whose thing stuck straight up in the air and looked like it was stiff, and everyone else whose things bounced and hung down between their legs. No wonder his jeans were always so bulged in the crotch! That had to be most uncomfortable having it stuck out like that all the time. She knew she was embarrassing him, but she could not stop herself from glancing over at his thing and wondering about it. She also wondered what it must feel like to have those things dangling between your legs and bouncing around like they did whenever you moved. She much preferred being a girl and having her things inside her body where they belonged. Despite her curiosity, all in all, Shrek 2 was by far more interesting.

Annette, sitting uncharacteristically and uncomfortably straight up on the sofa, did her best to keep a hand dangling in front of her crotch also though she quickly realized no matter how she held it, her cunt was visible to someone, unless she clutched herself, which of course was out of the question. Only her mother knew she'd developed hairs, and she wondered what her mother must be thinking about her smooth, shaved pubes, especially in that she'd caught her mother glancing over at her the most frequently of them all. Of course she had caught her brothers taking furtive peeks themselves, and Julian and Anton had to be wondering why she was as smooth as Juliette yet, the two of them surely knowing about that sort of thing. The thought of her brothers just thinking about sex sent a strange quiver up her spine. That was gross.

Having the advantage of not only having seen but having become intimately acquainted with a man's penis these past three weeks, she was less curious and less shocked than her sister, but she did have to check out her brothers to see how they compared to Billy. Not to her surprise, she found the rumour about black men being especially well hung held true for all the males in the room. Mind you, he was older than Cory and her brothers so that did have to be taken into consideration, though compared to Julian's, whose penis wasn't much larger than his younger brothers', Billy's was a monster. As for her father, she found it most embarrassing to check him out and she glanced at him much less frequently. Besides, unlike her young brothers who only exposed themselves when they sat up to take a drink of soda or twisted around to pass the bowl of popcorn, and Justin who spent most of the movie with one hand trying to hide himself just like she was, her father sat there with his legs spread openly revealing his thing to everyone so she was able to check it out much more easily. His did look older and fatter and more wrinkled, but then he was older and fatter. Another quiver rippled up her spine with the sexual thought about her father. That was so gross. Anyway, she was better acquainted with Billy's when it was in an erect condition, like she noticed her middle brother's was, which she figured had to be particularly embarrassing for him though he had to be some kind of pervert getting erect from them all sitting there nude. She tried to imagine the others in the same condition, and immediately felt a strange sensation pass over her, a warm sensation of arousal especially centring between her legs, but also one of guilt and shame, causing her cheeks to burn. What sort of girl imagined her brothers and father with erections? She had to be as much of a pervert as Anton.

Anton and François of course were used to being naked in front of their father, and he in front of them, but it was a much different matter regarding their mother and sisters. François, like his younger sister, was more curious than anything else, and he could not help stealing glances at each of them and turning a brilliant crimson whenever they turned suddenly and caught him, or when he caught his sisters or mother looking at him. Being closer to Juliette's age, he was more interested in her, though he couldn't help glancing over at Annette even more frequently in that she always had her hand in front of her crotch, and in that he was surprised she hadn't started getting hair yet at her age. Like Juliette though, once the novelty was over, he found the movie much more interesting then checking everyone out.

Poor Anton, always popping a boner at the most embarrassing times, and more often hard as a nail than not, spent most of the evening laying on his erect penis or with it tucked and trapped between his legs whenever he sat up to take a drink of soda or twisted around to accept the bowl of popcorn, which Cory and his kid brother seemed to be forever handing him, or to hand it to one of them. Unfortunately, at three inches [7½cm] in length, it was not that easy to keep it trapped and it seemed like it was always popping out, almost as if on purpose to draw attention to itself. Although he'd noticed everyone was glancing furtively at everyone else, just as he was, he was certain everyone was looking over at him twice as frequently, and it had to be because of his condition. His kid sister and his mother in particular seemed to be constantly staring at him, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment whenever he caught them. He tried to concentrate on the movie, but with seven naked bodies in the room besides his how could he possibly not think about them and about sex, and what twelve-year-old could possibly not have a boner under those conditions?

Antoinette was very much aware of her middle son's difficulty, and his embarrassment, and although she tried not to look at him, she could not help it. As they sat there watching the show and casting quick glances at each other, she wondered if she'd been right suggesting they could practice nudism, and if she'd been right suggesting a family video night, especially considering his embarrassment though it was evident the others were just as uncomfortable. On the other hand, Cory, who was only a year older than Anton, was having no such difficulty with his penis, which she attributed to his ease at being naked in front of others, and his more open and mature outlook on sex. Perhaps it was a good thing for her sons to be exposed to the way others lived and thought, so they might have an attitude more like his instead of being ashamed and embarrassed by their nudity, as they clearly all were.

She tried not to, but she could not help but glance over at her oldest son on occasion, partly because she was so surprised how small he was, having just assumed he'd be like his father by now, and partly to wonder if he was having sex with his girl, not that it was going to be possible to tell just by looking at his penis. It was not unlikely he was, given he was sixteen and very handsome with a good build, particularly obvious as he sat there stark naked on the sofa with the silver chain from his girlfriend laying on his young, muscular chest. He was very popular with the girls besides, and she had been sexually active at his age, and his younger sister by two years had recently become active too, of that she was certain.

She of course could not help notice Annette had shaved her groin, and she wondered if it was another of those teen trends like belly piercings and tattoos that girls were into today and which she hoped neither of her daughters would be, or if it was something she'd done because it pleased that black boy. Of course it could be because she'd caught crabs or something, which was even more likely. God knows what sorts of diseases black people had.

Of course she noticed her family glancing over at her, especially her sons and her youngest daughter, and she at first had done as Anton and Annette had, covering her crotch discretely with her right hand. As she watched them do it, awkwardly and with embarrassment, she also realized doing so was sending the wrong message, that being naked was something to be embarrassed about, something wrong. The concept behind nudism, which for some reason she'd developed an interest in these past three weeks and which considering Cory and his family were practitioners she wondered was Fate, was just the opposite. As she realized that, she spent the rest of the evening doing just the opposite. She sat there and openly exposed her breasts, which she was justifiably proud of and couldn't hide anyway, and spreading her legs for all to see her womanhood. Cory, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her certainly was not embarrassed about his penis being seen. Already enamoured by the boy, her admiration of his confidence and openness increased still further.

Having his mother openly exposing herself was the last thing Julian wanted. Nothing could be more embarrassing. The boy did not know where to look, and was particularly conscious of his mother and two sisters checking him out. By God, his younger sister was only two years younger than he was and she was gawking about checking all of them out like some sort of slut. Mind you, with her clothes off he had to admit checking out her boobs himself, which were not bad for fourteen, and her crack, which to his surprise was totally hairless yet, which made it even easier to see and more difficult not to check out. And his mother! She was definitely checking him out. What sort of mother did that? And not only was she checking him out, but she was sitting there totally exposing herself and thinking nothing of it. What sixteen-year-old boy wanted to see his mother sitting there with her big, flabby boobs, and with her legs spread like some overheated slut airing out her cunt, which was particularly hairy, and which he perversely could not stop glancing at either. And speaking of cunts, having until that evening never seen one himself, and having never been that interested in porn pictures like many of his buddies, he could not help even checking out his own seven-year-old sister. Now that was sick! What sort of boy was he?

What was most embarrassing of all though, was the reaction of his own body. His embarrassment and anxiety over being nude had caused his dick and balls to shrink and draw up between his legs so his dick wasn't much larger than his youngest brother's, and each time he caught someone glancing at him they seemed to shrink even more, as if ashamed to be seen. He could only imagine what the rest of the family was thinking about his lack of endowment, which just wasn't true. The sick feeling in the pit of his stomach grew even stronger as he began worrying what the others were thinking and as his dick and balls shrunk even further.

Julius did not know what to make of the situation. His wife was sitting there displaying herself to her children and to thirteen-year-old Cory Wilson, whom he'd noticed she was paying particularly close attention to, more attention than just being a good hostess warranted. Mind you he could not help checking out the boy himself. He was a handsome looking boy, with a good, athletic build and flat stomach and handsome facial features, and a decent sized cock for thirteen. He wondered if the boy masturbated yet, or knew anything about sex. A thrill of desire rippled through him and caused his heart to speed up. Having kept such thoughts under restraint all these years, under the circumstances he could not help himself, and considering all he was going through, he deserved being able to indulge in his forbidden and long repressed thoughts and desires at least for the evening.

He wondered if he should comment on the fact that he was still wearing that headband he was never without, but then Julian was still wearing his necklace his girlfriend had bought him, and he was wearing his watch and his sons the wrist bands that were popular among youth right then. He wondered what his sons were thinking seeing their mother and sisters naked, and what his daughters were thinking. He'd noticed Annette glancing at her older brother and himself in particular. He wondered if his wife had given her the mother-daughter talk yet. It was still two years before she'd be allowed to date, and he could not help notice she'd not started growing pubic hairs yet despite the blossoming of her breasts, so perhaps it was still too early to talk to her about the facts of life. As for Juliette, he had noticed her glancing about with curiosity, and with embarrassment, both quite natural for a seven-year-old girl. She was definitely far too young for a mother-daughter talk yet, but he should suggest to Antoinette that she at least take the two girls aside and offer to answer any questions they might have.

Julian, his oldest child, he noticed was no different from his youngest, sitting there with his hand trying to hide his genitals while he glanced at his sisters and his mother, ogling their breasts and their crotches. Being sixteen, that curiosity was natural also, as he had told him in their father-son talk about the birds and the bees and being a responsible male when he'd turned sixteen that summer. He could not help notice his son's lack of physical development, and he felt embarrassed for the boy. He'd just assumed the boy would take after him. He wondered if maybe he should take him aside and talk to him about it, to assure him that size was not that important, though he himself didn't believe that. Perhaps he should have the boy see a doctor. That would be far less embarrassing, for both of them.

He wondered what Anton and François were thinking about this latest development. After what they'd been through this fall, he could not think of anything that was left for them to know about sex. They had certainly gone through a lot, and he could not look at either one without feeling guilty and ashamed about what he'd done to them this fall, and what Bob and Lane were doing to all three of them. He could not help but notice Anton was in his usual state. Anyone who said preteen children didn't have sexual desires obviously never had a perpetually hard twelve-year-old son.

As Cory handed him the bowl of popcorn, he could not help but glance down at his young, limp cock and wonder what size it was when it was stiff. Having had no satisfaction for his own desires that evening, to his dismay, he found his cock starting to swell. He quickly passed the bowl on and dropped his hands between his legs to hide what was happening, but then realizing that brought attention to him and that area, he removed them. That he was sitting there fully exposed to his family and one of his students and on the verge of becoming erect caused him to swell even more. He concentrated on the movie, trying to ignore what was happening between his legs and the fact they were all sitting there naked. It did not work. He concentrated on the movie all the harder as his anxiety and his cock grew.

Cory had learned over the past two months to become observant of human behaviour, and how to interpret what he saw, but one did not need any special experience or training to see the embarrassment and discomfort around him. He loved it when one of his schemes came together, especially when it came together so perfectly. It was totally wicked, and the best part of it all was that he wasn't even using his headband to plant suggestions or to augment any of the feelings so evident in the eyes and on the faces of the Gilles family. As he munched on the popcorn and glanced from one to the other in sweet innocence and happily and seductively licked the butter from his fingers, the difficult part was trying to ignore the cam recorder he'd hidden among the clutter of tapes under the television.

When the movie ended, each of them professed to be tired and hurried off to their individual rooms in relief that the evening was over. The evening was, but their night was not. Each twisted and turned, unable to sleep as images of each other's naked body continually came to mind, some images disgusting and nauseating, others raising questions that could not be answered, and still others causing an ache and an itch between their legs, even the crotch of young Juliette who had no idea why. As for Cory, he could not wait to show Anthony his latest tape, and to implement his next change for the Gilles family.

That change came Wednesday, two days later. Confessing that he missed his mother and father, and confiding that when he was upset or lonely at home, he sometimes slept with them, Cory left the rest of the conversation up to his hosts, helping of course with the occasional mental nudge. Julius immediately responded that while that was all very well, this was not his home, and they were not his parents, and that if he was suggesting he sleep with them, that was totally out of the question. Antoinette, having been thinking about her children and how they'd been raised as a result of their reactions Monday night, and helped by the subconscious thoughts relayed by Cody, responded that the boy was only thirteen, and reminded Julius that their own children used to crawl into bed with them Sunday mornings, adding that it was a shame things that were so warm and homey had to change as children got older, and that people had to turn things that were clean and wholesome into something dirty. That of course only fuelled the suspicion that Julius and his sons had, and that Annette knew, that Antoinette had more than just a motherly interest in Cory, a possibility that none of them wanted to entertain.

Annette observed that was exactly what had happened to the pop singer Michael Jackson who had been accused but acquitted on charges of molesting young boys when all he'd been doing was treating them with respect and showing them some kindness while engaged in a bit of innocent fun. That resulted in a lively debate on whether he really was so innocent, and stirred up feeling of guilt in her mother, which had been Annette's intent in that her mother was doing nothing to stop coincidently another black man from molesting her while she was romping in bed with a thirteen-year-old boy, just what Michael had been accused of and the whole world was in an uproar about. Unbeknownst to her, her comment stirred up similar feelings of guilt in her two younger brothers and her father who had their own secrets about man-boy sex.

Julian, unquestionably the most uncomfortable with the philosophy of nudism his family had embraced without question, pointed out how nudism was seen by some as being pure and innocent too, but for many others it was sinful and perverted. That of course put him in direct conflict with his parents, and opened up the conversation to the role of religion and popular opinion in ethics and morality. That lead to a lament about the disappearance of the good old days and a discussion on what really was proper today without any solid rules like there used to be, which lead to a debate on if the innocence of the past really had been a good value, and on how the world today was too vulgar, Julius adamant that the younger generation no longer had any morals considering how they dressed and the music they listened to, and Annette and Julian arguing that it was the older generation that was immoral, and bigoted besides, citing the reality and soap television shows that were watched by their parents' generation.

That resulted in what began as an argument that not everything had to be reduced down to sex and ended with the conclusion that everything when you came right down to it involved sex. In the heat of the argument, it became confusing which thoughts were their own and which were the thoughts of others, including those in their own head, sometimes ideas just seeming to pop into their mind. Their anger and their passion for their beliefs were of course secretly added to by Cory wherever he could, and fuelled by the fact that all of them had now gone without any sexual release since last Friday. The discussion ended with Julius and his two sons heading off to jog and everyone upset and tense.

Billy didn't show up after supper again, and nor did Lane and Bob, not that Annette nor her father and kid brothers were in any mood for sex anyway after the supper conversation. Antoinette was too upset to even think about it herself, and Julian was too angry and filled with self-guilt to even seek the satisfaction of his hand. Of course Juliette hadn't a clue what was happening to her and was frightened that this was the anxiety everyone was talking about even young children getting, which just added to the seven-year-old's tension.

The conversation resumed after Julius and his sons returned from their jogging, the upshot of it all being a major change in sleeping arrangements. First François moved into Anton's room, Anton having the bigger bed that could accommodate the two of them, along with all his belongings with the idea that brothers should share things more like they had to in the old days, and that they would get to know each other better and be better and more responsible citizens for it all in the end. That also freed up François's room so Cory could sleep in it instead of occupying the guest room, giving him a room of his own to entertain his friends, whom he also confessed he missed greatly, and freeing up the guest room again for guests. That raised another question as to what they'd do about guests considering their embracing the philosophy of nudism, which supported having a separate room where they could meet their guests clothed.

Initially they'd considered Cory sleeping with Julian, which Cory thought would be an interesting idea, and he broadcast a few scenarios about the consequences to Julian, his mother, and his father, which quickly convinced them perhaps the sleeping combos be left up to just the family, meaning that Julius would move in to sleep with his oldest son, a situation just as embarrassing for one as the other, particularly in light of the fact the whole family spent the day, and nights, at home naked. The same argument used for Anton and François was raised, and if it was good for them, then it certainly should apply to their older brother. After all, it was a lack of understanding between teenage boys and their fathers that resulted in all kinds of family and social problems in today's world, something they wanted to avoid. That of course also resolved any situation in which Cory might feel the need for a mother's comfort at night with Julius gone, which considering his lack of any desires at night was no big loss for him nor his wife, and indeed, opened up several possibilities if she and Cory were discrete, possibilities that Cory didn't even have to suggest to her by way of his headband.

That left Annette and Juliette, who moved into her older sister's room for sleeping purposes with the same reasoning as used for her younger brothers. That left her room intact should either of them wish to entertain guests, further supporting setting aside François's room for the boys to entertain their guests. The decision was made, and they got on with it that very night.

Much to Antoinette's delight though also worrisome, it being a week since his parents had left, Cory chose the second night of their new sleeping arrangements to feel homesick and seek her comfort, which with a few erotic thoughts, a little kissing and a bit of caressing, ended up with him seeking her comfort between her legs. As he happily eased her stiff dick up her eager pussy and began to fuck the shit out of her, doing his best to make the bed creak, he broadcast his comfort to the household, causing Antoinette to become even more amorous despite her worry.

Down the hall Anton lay there staring up at the ceiling with a raging hardon while his brother lay beside him, his anus itching to be probed. After several hours of restlessness, the two fell asleep with François spooned against Anton, and with Anton's stiff pecker pressed up between the cheeks of his backside as they dreamed happy dreams that they dare not suggest to each other when they were awake.

Across the hall, without Billy to satisfy that need her mother was having satisfied and having checked that her kid sister was asleep, Annette carefully and silently reached down and stroked her aching pussy, now with a week's growth of stubble. The more aroused her mother was getting the hotter Cory was getting, and Annette felt a now familiar lust filling her mind and body, causing her to slip her finger between her juicy lips and work it in and out as Billy had taught her. Juliette, laying beside her, had no idea why she herself was feeling so strange, nor did she understand why her sister had such an obvious itch between her legs as she feigned sleep but twisted and turned uncomfortably, interrupting the pleasure Annette was trying to achieve.

And, in the corner bedroom, Julius, feeling particularly horny without Lad or any outlet with his sons, and Julian feeling as horny as he always did at bed with dreams and desires of his girl, lay there side by side in the dark and under the blankets, glad that the other didn't know the condition he was in, and aching to get one off but afraid to touch themselves, and even more afraid to get up and seek satisfaction in the bathroom least the other notice the condition he was in or guess why he'd snuck off. Besides, neither wanted to admit that perhaps part of the reason for their arousal was because they were laying there side by side totally naked. Each chose to roll over at the same time, and as Julian's smooth, compact ass brushed against the fat, hairy backside of his father, it caused Julius such a charge he reached down and squeezed his aching cock least he blast a load all over his son's sheets, while Julian shuddered with revulsion and wondered why his stiff cock chose to pound with arousal rather than shrivelling up this time. As Cory and Antoinette reached their orgasms simultaneously and clutched each other as their loins exploded, the resulting message Cory sent to the corner bedroom had Julius and Julian gasping in horror as unable to hold back they both shot the thickest, most copious load they'd shot for a long time.

Of course building up those desires and creating their anxiety and frustration was all part of Cory's plan, which was about as far as he'd figured things out, though he was sure more ideas to add to the guilt and embarrassment of Julius and his family would come to him. For now, he was satisfied to have satisfied his, and his beloved dumpling's needs. What he did not know and what Antoinette had confirmed with a little kit she'd bought at the drug store that afternoon while the family was at school, while he had ignited the fire in her furnace, there was a little dumpling in the oven. And, what she did not know, was that Annette had, with great embarrassment and driven only by fear and anxiety, had purchased the same kit at noon that the same day, and had after her mother had vacated the bathroom, confirmed her fears that she too had a surprise in the oven.

Chapter Nineteen

As they sat at the kitchen table, Anton could not stop looking at Cory so it was impossible for him not to get caught no matter how quickly he glanced away whenever Cory looked in his direction. For the past two nights he'd heard the noises coming from his mom's bedroom, and the twelve-year-old was pretty sure he knew what they were. In the mornings, he'd seen Cory leaving the bedroom and heading to the bathroom. That could only mean one thing, but that was repulsive. Cory was only a year older than he was. He couldn't possibly be screwing his mom! As much as he feared the answer, and as embarrassing as it was to ask, he had to know. Inhaling deeply, he opened his mouth when his sister walked into the room. He quickly closed his mouth and averted his eyes, but not before he got a glimpse of her naked body and his dick immediately sprang to attention. He couldn't help it. It was always doing that, and besides, she had nice boobs, firm and round and sticking straight out. The problem was, she was his sister. Getting a boner over her was as disgusting as the idea of Cory screwing his mother. Cory got up and headed down the hall. Anton followed, his stiff boner leading the way. Even though they'd been going nude at home now for a week, he still was uncomfortable and embarrassed, as he knew his sister was, but he also knew she couldn't help but steal glances at him as he had stolen of her. At first he'd tried to keep himself covered, but you can't always keep both your butt and your dick hidden and he'd finally given up trying, as she and the rest of the family had. Cory entered Anton's parent's bedroom and began getting dressed. With Anton's father now sleeping with his older brother in his bed, Cory had moved his suitcase and his stuff into his parent's bedroom.

"You going out?"

"Yeah, to the seven-eleven."

"Can I come?"

"Sure," Cory replied with a shrug. "If you can get your pants over your boner." Anton turned a bright red and Cory flashed him an impish smile. Anton was constantly as hard as a nail, and Cory took great delight in his embarrassment. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, the twelve-year-old's dick was only three inches [7½cm] hard, the same as his nine-year-old brother's. Knowing how Anton thought he was better than he was and would prefer not to have anything to do with him, he was surprised he'd asked to join him and he had to wonder why.

He could have asked his question in the bedroom, but that was an awkward place, in his parent's bedroom, and besides, he was standing there naked and with a bone on. Maybe it would be easier to ask while they were dressed, while they were biking or maybe after they went to the store. He wasn't sure just how he'd say it. How does a guy ask another guy if he's screwing his mom? As they stepped outside, Anton's best buddy Jason rode up the drive on his bike. He wondered what he should do. He could stay back and visit with Jason, but that would mean going in the house, and Jason maybe seeing his parents or his brother or sister naked before they got to François' former bedroom where it was decided guys could be alone to entertain their friends, or they'd have to go somewhere else.

"You going somewhere?" Jason asked.

"Seven-eleven," Cory responded.

"This is, ah, Cory. He's staying with us while his parents are away," introduced Anton. "This is my friend Jason."

"Hi," Jason greeted with a nod and a smile. "I don't think I've seen you around."

"I live in Briarwood. I go to Lincoln Junior High where Anton's dad teaches."

"Oh, I see," Jason responded, the cordial look on his face suddenly changing as if he'd just smelled something bad.

"Why don't you come with us?" Cory offered, having seen the look on his face and knowing the last thing a snob like Jason wanted to do was chum around with someone from Briarwood.

"Ah, yeah, sure," he said to Cory's surprise. Actually, he and Anton often visited each other and Anton had not invited him over to his house all week, and he had been acting strangely at school besides. Now finding him chumming with someone from Briarwood, he was even curious what was going on with his best buddy.

Arriving at the seven-eleven, Cory ran into his friends Anthony and Terry, and after buying a Slurpee and two large Nachos and cheese, one for his friends and one for himself although he'd just had lunch, he suggested they bike over to Westside Park. Just the mention of the park set off a flicker of alarm in Anton's eyes. Cory loved it. Let him squirm like his father had made him squirm hundreds of times. Arriving at the park, he headed over toward the west end where the clearing was on purpose to increase Anton's anxiety. It served him right being such a prick and an arrogant snob.

Spotting Jonah and his family having their Sunday picnic, he stoped and invited Jonah to join them, figuring he'd give the poor kid a break from having to spend the afternoon with his tyrannical father and his sermons. Pastor Winthrop was uncertain. The last time Jonah had joined Cory he'd returned all excited about dogs, and for the past month had befriended every dog in the neighbourhood, all of whom seemed to be taking an instant liking to the boy. In that the Lord had given man charge of the beasts, tamed and wild, to see the boy having such compassion did his heart good, especially since until then the boy hadn't seemed to be interested in anything and had walked around sullen all the time. The only cause he could see was the afternoon spent with Cory and his friend's pet. On the other hand, his son was only seven, and Cory and his friends were twelve and thirteen, much too old for him, and at that age where they needed constant supervision to prevent them from getting into trouble. Still, Cory had invited him, so Jonah had to be having some influence on him also and heaven's knows the boy needed spiritual guidance, so in the end he relented and allowed Jonah to go with them.

Dominic Halder was out for a Sunday afternoon bicycle ride also. As he spotted Cory and his group biking across the park and heading for the shade of a cluster of tall elms, he watched Cory with envy. He had friends too, but none that were really close like Cory did. He was shy and quiet and though physically fit, he was not that coordinated when it came to sports, not having much opportunity to practice and being more interested in reading and school than athletics which made him well liked by teachers, none of which endeared him to the other boys. Cory, on the other hand, was outgoing, great at sports, daring, and made friends easily, all which other boys valued. It had been a month since the Interfaith Prayer meeting in support of families, one of the best days of his life, and one he'd thought about every night since as he played with his dick and wished he and Cory could become buddies.

As he was about to lie down, Cory noticed Dominic standing on the path with his bike looking rather lonely and forlorn as he watched them and he waved for him to come join them. Dominic wasn't the sort of guy he normally chummed around with, being much too serious and studious for his liking, but he was always a good source to copy his homework from, and he still figured there had to be away to use the fact that Dominic's dad was the Area Superintendent of Schools to make Goosey Gilles's life more miserable than he was already making it. Besides, Dominic was sort of naive, and it had been hot introducing him to the joys of sex that Sunday. Dominic's face brightened as he saw Cory wave and he hurried across the grass. Stripping off his shirt in the warm afternoon sun, Cory laid down on the grass and Dominic did likewise. He totally admired Cory and wished he could be around him all the time, and whatever Cory did, that had to be the right thing to do. Offering Dominic some Nachos, Cory looked up into the sky. "Look at that cloud," he observed. "Looks like a sail ship."

"Yeah, it does," agreed Anthony as he plopped down on the other side of Cory and helped himself to some Nachos. "And that one looks like an iceberg."

"Maybe they're not really clouds. Maybe it's a ghost ship, the Titanic, and that's a ghost ice berg," Dominic dared to suggest. He was not comfortable speaking up in a crowd and seldom said more than a sentence, but he wanted to impress Cory. The boys all laid back and engaged in the age-old tradition of picking images out of the clouds.

"That one looks like a ghost."

"Where?"

"Over there. Above those trees and look straight up."

"That one looks like an ice cream cone."

"Oh yeah! Can you imagine licking a cone that size?"

"Hey, look at that one. It looks like a butt!" The boys giggled.

"Can you imagine sticking your dick in a butt that big," observed Cory, causing his friends to giggle even more. He noticed Jason glancing over at Anton with sort of a shocked look. He was evidently as big a prude as Anton.

"Can a guy really do that?" seven-year-old Jonah asked, having been introduced to finger fucking his ass by Cory a month ago and which he'd done practically every night as he lay in his bed ever since.

"Stick his dick in a cloud?" asked Cory teasingly, causing still more laughter.

"Wonder what it would be like to stick your dick in a cloud," mused Terry.

"Probably like sticking it in a ball of cotton candy," Anthony observed.

"Oh yeah? And what does that feel like, Anthony?" Cory asked with an impish grin.

"Smart ass," he replied, giving Cory a punch in the arm. "I'd imagine it'd be sticky."

"And sweet," observed Terry.

"Would make your dick taste good," observed Cory.

"Hey, my dick tastes good without dipping it in cotton candy!"

"Oh yeah? How you know? Been sucking yourself off?" teased Terry.

"That's what you told me last time you did me, don't you remember?"

"Fuck you," Terry responded with a grin.

"You'd like it a lot better than fucking a cloud."

"Well, one thing is for sure, sticking your dick up a butthole is sweet," Cory observed, glancing over at Anton meaningfully. "Real sweet," he added, rubbing his crotch as he continued to stare at Anton.

"Anton thinks fucking ass is hot too," Anthony observed, having been there fucking Anton's kid brother while Cory had fucked Anton, and of course both he and Terry having seen Bob Moser fucking the shit out of him. "Look, it's given him a boner."

Anton turned a bright red as all the boys looked his way. He was stiff, again.

"Hey, you guys know what losing your cherry means," Anthony stated as a fact.

"Of course," Cory and Terry reply.

"I don't," observed Jonah.

"It means when someone fucks or gets fucked for the first time. When they lose their virginity," Anthony explained.

"You still got your cherry?" Cory asked, looking up at Jason, who immediately turned as red as Anton, who was relieved that at least the attention had been drawn away from him. "Bet with your good looks you've been in all sorts of girls' panties," he continued.

"Well," Jason replied with a shrug and a smug grin, as Cory knew he would. He might think the conversation coarse and beneath him, but he had an ego like any other guy.

"Anyway," Anthony continued, "you know what it's called when a guy gets his ass fucked for the first time?" Everyone shook their head. "Losing his prune." Everyone laughed and snorted in amusement.

"What about you Jason? Have you lost your prune too?" Cory asked.

"Of course not!"

"Well, in my opinion there's nothing hotter that having your dick up a hot, throbbing ass, nor nothing more soothing for a guy's boner," Cory observed, purposefully looking over at Anton again. "And sticking it up a guy for his very first time has gotta be the best fuck ever." He smiled at Anton, who was sweating with the fear Cory was going to tell everyone that he'd stuck him up the ass for his very first time, and several times since. Cory let out a loud burp.

"That was well brought up," observed Terry.

"Too bad Cory wasn't," joked Anthony, resulting in a punch in the arm.

"I gotta go take a piss," Cory said as he got to his feet.

As he headed over to the bushes, Dominic paused, and then got up and caught up to him. As Cory pushed down his jeans and the front of his underwear, so did Dominic.

"So, you been jerking off regular?" Cory asked, glancing down at Dominic's cock as he began to let loose a stream. He loved the way it looked, long and slender and white with his long foreskin forming a tube extending beyond his knob. The skin was so pale you could see the head inside.

"Well, sortta."

"How do you sortta jerk off?" Cory asked as Dominic began to piss also.

"Well, I dunno, maybe I'm doing it wrong."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I can't get it to go hard, not like the day the three of us done it."

"You can't?"

"Yeah, no matter how I rub it, or how hard, or nothing." Incredibly horny since the time he'd spent with Cory and Jonah, having discovered sex play he ached for more and had quickly become addicted to playing with himself. However, though it felt good when he rubbed it, which he did practically every night since, he found he could not get hard no matter how horny he was or how hard he tried. He'd even tried to pull his foreskin right back like Cory had shown him and Jonah that afternoon, but it was so tight that it hurt. Even when soft he didn't dare pull it back.

"That sucks. I never heard of a guy not being able to get it hard, except maybe if they were real old, like fifty or something."

"Maybe something's wrong with me."

"Well, maybe you're just not ready yet, like you know, guys get hairs at different ages, and some guys can cum and some can't," observed Cory.

"I guess," Dominic said disappointedly. The two boys watched their streams dwindle and then shook themselves off. Inhaling deeply, Dominic summoned up his courage. "That stuff we were talking about sticking a guy's thing up another guy's butt."

"Yeah?"

"You ever stick yours up a guy's butt?"

"Yeah, sure. Lots of times," Cory bragged.

"You like it?"

"When I said there was nothing hotter I meant it," Cory replied. He hadn't been that sharp, but seeing the taken-aback look on Dominic's face he realized he'd been too abrupt for someone as gentle and shy as Dominic. Came from living with Anton and François for a week. "Why do you ask?" he asked, trying to sound more gentle.

"Well," Dominic said, looking down as he scuffed the toe of his runner in the grass, "if you like it, and would like to do it especially with a guy who's never done it, well, I still got my prune, if you want it."

"You're serious?"

Dominic nodded, holding his breath as he slowly looked up at his classmate with his pretty steel-blue eyes. Having no love or compassion at home from his father or his seventeen-year-old sister, he had a desperate desire to please people in his need for friendship, and he especially wanted to please Cory, not just for how he'd treated him on the Interfaith prayer day, but because he admired him. He brushed the errant strand of fine blond hair away from his nose where it kept falling.

"This afternoon?"

Dominic nodded again. His lungs were beginning to ache.

"You mind if Anthony joins us?"

"No. I don't mind. They all can if you want." For Cory he would do anything, anytime.

Cory thought for a moment, the wheels in his mind spinning. "Losing your prune is a big event. How'd you like some pictures of it?"

"Sure," Dominic said with a shy shrug. He was willing to do whatever Cory suggested.

"Then let's do it," Cory said with a broad grin, making Dominic's heart ache he was so happy.

Returning to the others, Cory took the last of the Nachos and scooping up the last of the cheese, popped it in his mouth. He could tell Jason was disgusted that he'd eat without washing his hands after pissing. He debated if he should include him in his afternoon plans, or send him and Anton back home, and decided it could be fun to have them along and see just how far he could get them to go. When he told everyone he and Dominic were going to his house for some hot fun with his parents being away and the house empty and they could join them if they wanted, from the look on his face and the tone of his voice and the conversation they'd just had, it was pretty evident that whatever they were going to do, it was something parents would not approve, and likely involved sex.

Anthony and Terry of course immediately said yes, and Jonah said he'd like to but his father would likely say no. Anton, embarrassed by the early conversation and worried just what Cory might reveal about what he and Anthony had already done with him and his brother and the goings on in his house, and fearful just what else Cory might have in mind, was relieved at the opportunity for Jason and him to leave. Jason, even more embarrassed by the conversation they'd been having, and disgusted with their crudeness, was just as eager. Kids from Briarwood and who went to the public school really were vulgar scumbags.

"Unless you're chicken to have a little real guy fun," added Cory, looking at Jason and Anton with a smug leer that was obviously a dare.

"You calling us chicken?" asked Jason.

"You coming?"

"Your parents aren't home?"

"Aren't even in the fucking city. We can fuck around all we want."

"All right," Jason said, putting on a false front of bravado. He had a bad feeling about this, but he had no choice.

Borrowing Anthony's cell phone and calling Billy Dean to come to his house with his cameras and telling the others he'd meet them there while he and Jonah got permission from Jonah's father, figuring it best just the two of them approach him, he headed off to find Jonah's family. "So, any idea how we might convince your dad to let you come with us?"

"Well, he sortta likes you."

Cory doubted that very much. "Guess telling him we're going for some jacking off wouldn't be a good idea," Cory said with a smile, causing Jonah to giggle. He loved his high pitched, young boy laugh. "You been jerking off a lot?"

Jonah nodded with a wide-mouthed, innocent grin of a seven-year-old. "And not just me," he said secretively, his deep blue eyes twinkling.

"No? Who else?"

"Rover, and Pal, and Knight and Dante."

"Dogs?"

Jonah nodded with that same bright, toothy grin, his long, gorgeous blond hair bobbing about his head. "Lad's not the only one who likes his dicky rubbed," he advised seriously.

Cory laughed as he clapped him on the back. Seeing the boys returning, just the two of them, and in such comradery, Jonah's father was pleased that Cory had chosen his son's company over the others, and when Cory asked if Jonah could come to his house to look up dogs on the Internet, he readily agreed. Jonah was clearly having a wholesome effect on the teenager.

By the time they caught up to the others and they got to Cory's house, Billy was there waiting. From the look on Jason's face when he saw him, he was evidently as prejudiced as the Gilles's. Taking Billy aside and explaining why he'd asked him to come over, Billy was more than eager to assist, and with his experience in making and selling boy porn, he had a plan in seconds. Dominic stared down at the pavement shyly and blushed with embarrassment as Cory explained to the others that he was going to take Dominic's prune, and that Billy was going to tape it. He really didn't care if the others knew and watched as he'd said. If it was something that would please Cory he'd do whatever he was told.

Listening to Billy's plan, Anthony and Terry glanced at each other with excitement, eager to begin, their young teenage dicks itching with arousal. Jason looked at Anton with drop-jawed surprise, unable to believe what he was hearing. After all he'd been through, Anton was not surprised at all. He also knew that like it or not, they had no way out without looking like losers. So, while Billy set up the cameras, he suggested what the boys talk about when he began shooting, which was not difficult to remember being typical teenage boy stuff, and the conversation being kept to a minimum. A plot was not what those who would buy the tape were primarily interested in. Dominic having a major role, Billy took him aside for more detailed coaching. Receiving their key lines, they all headed outside except Cory and Dominic, and Billy began shooting the video while Dominic took still pictures behind the scenes. Anthony and Terry were the first to arrive, and answering the door bell Cory invited them in. They were followed by Jason and Anton, who like Anthony and Terry pretended they'd just dropped by to visit, and then Jonah. Having turned the shooting of still pictures with the digital camera over to Anthony, Dominic slipped out the back door and came around the front and rang the bell. They gathered in Cory's bedroom and broke out the pop and chips and talked about school, quickly getting to girls and sex and the fact Cory's parents weren't home.

"Cynthia is really starting to get boobs, have you noticed?" improvised Anthony and referring to one of their classmates.

"How can a guy not notice?" Terry observed, making a cupping gesture in front of him, causing the boys to laugh, some more genuinely than others, but those who were clearly acting appeared to be embarrassed and just going along with the others, which actually added to the reality of the film.

There being a lull in the conversation, Jason glanced at the others and then at Billy to see if he should say his line despite Billy's warning to totally ignore his presence. "You really believe that Marcie is putting out like Greg said?" he asked, his cue line provided by Billy.

"No way. That's just Greg talking," Dominic responded as Billy had suggested.

"Too bad, she has one hot looking ass," Anton observed, reciting his cue line in a disinterested monotone.

"Oh yeah, I'd love to screw it," Terry adlibbed.

"Your sister's got a nice ass too, Anton," Cory said, also improvising.

Anton turned a bright red at the mention of his sister, perfect for the film and Billy zoomed in on his face. His embarrassment and the mention of his sister would make a nice touch. Of course he didn't realize Cory was referring to Annette, whom Billy had been screwing for the past month.

"Just thinking about it has given him a boner," Anthony pointed out, and of course Billy zoomed down to his bulging crotch as everyone laughed. This was going to be one hell of hot video. Out of sight of the camera, Anthony also took a picture of his protruding jeans.

"That don't mean nothing. Anton's always got a boner."

"Don't we all?" Anthony asked, Billy having told them to get into how they were all horny.

"Oh man, this talk is getting me horny," Terry observed, thinking the same thing as Anthony.

"Me too! I'd love to have a piece of ass right now," Cory groaned, his key line.

"Well, there's lots of asses in the room. Which one would you like?" Anthony joked, delivering the punch line as Billy had instructed.

"Let's see… ," Cory said looking at each of them as Billy panned each boy with a close up of his face. Anthony and Terry were naturals, besides being good looking their eyes sparkling with humour and their downy cheeks flushed with sexual arousal. Anton and Jason on the other hand were perfect as the two boys who were going along with the others but not so sure they were agreeing with what was happening, which was exactly how they were feeling and exactly what their faces were revealing. Dominic of course looked just as shy and innocent as he was, saying little and letting the others do the talking, as did cute seven-year-old Jonah who was just as awed and bewildered by the whole conversation as he looked. "I pick… Dominic."

Of course everyone knew that was going to be the choice, but the look of delight in the shy twelve-year-old's pretty eyes and his modest smile had Billy erect as he zoomed in on his face. "All right!" observed Terry and the others cheered and hooted as Billy zoomed in on each of their faces, showing the genuine horny excitement in the sparkling eyes and moist lips of Anthony and Terry, the looks of reserved cheering by Anton and Jason, and Jonah's wide-eyed look of innocence as he took everything in. The two boys began to strip, Cory quickly unbuttoning his shirt and chucking it on the bed and then pulling down his fly and pushing down his jeans before sitting on the bed to untie his runners and remove them and his socks. Dominic was clearly much more self-conscious as he fumbled with his buttons and then with his zipper.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Anthony as Dominic eased down his jeans.

"Fucking wicked!" agreed Terry as the boys stared wide-eyed at the sheer nylon double string backless thong Dominic was wearing, courtesy of Billy and which he'd switched with his usual white briefs before circling around to come in the front door. The see-through brown mesh was tied about his narrow waist with a dark-brown shoestring band while the other fastened in the middle on the underside of the thong under his balls looped around the curves of his white ass cheeks to tie at the sides. You could make out the contours of his cocklet and balls in the nylon pouch. The thong contrasted sharply with his light skin, being so pale it was almost milk white.

"Very sexy!" agreed Cory, causing Dominic to blush with pride.

"Oh yeah, I got to get me a pair of those," said Anthony.

"Okay, someone has to get his asshole good and slippery with their spit," Cory announced as he looked around as Billy had suggested to him while everyone was outside. While Anton cringed in dread that he'd be selected, Anthony, Terry and Jonah stood there ready to do it and Jason stood there in disbelief. He couldn't believe any of this, and his face showed it. It was a handsome face, jet black hair gelled and highlighted, dark brown, piercing eyes, a flat nose and sensuous lips. Billy would love to make him a star in his very own video. Cory slowly looked at one and then the other, and then slowly back again. "Anton."

Anton's heart sank. He knew it. Why did it have to be him? And why did it have to be with Jason there. He could only imagine what his best buddy would think of him after this afternoon. He also knew he had no choice. If he refused, the others would call him a prude or a loser or a chicken. Besides, he had no idea what the black guy would do if he ruined the video. Telling Dominic to lie down on his back and to raise his hips and throw his legs over his head as Billy had told him to, Cory looked up at Anton expectantly. He could have worn his headband and used it to influence Anton, and the others, but he wanted to see just how perverted he'd gotten Anton, and he wanted Dominic's pleasure to be all his own without his mental help. He could see the hesitation and revulsion in Anton's eyes, and for a minute he thought Anton would refuse, but with a look of helplessness and surrender, he knelt down on the bed beside Dominic.

Working up a mouth of spittle as Dominic pulled apart his ass cheeks and stretched open his pale little pucker, the same creamy white as the rest of his body, Anton leaned forward and slowly drooled into the opening, causing everyone's dicks to throb with arousal, even his own and Jason's as the little cavity quickly filled up with his slimy spit. Working up another mouthful, he bent over again and placing his lips against the stretched open hole, he blew his spit into Dominic's rectum as Cory instructed. He wished he could keep his face buried in Dominic's ass forever so he wouldn't have to look at the others. Of course Billy zoomed in on his smooth, puckered lips pressed against Dominic's asshole and the vacant look in his brown eyes.

"Now I need someone to suck my dick and get it nice and hard and wet," Cory observed, again slowly glancing at each of them, the four remaining boys looking back with the same response as before. Having picked Anton, Jason was sure Cory was going to pick him, and he had a good idea why, because he was from Eaglemont and Cory was from Briarwood. Why his buddy Anton had readily done the filthy, perverted thing he was doing he had no idea, but there was no way he'd ever do that, or suck dick, especially the dick of someone from Briarwood.

"Jonah," Cory announced, and the seven-year-old happily bounced onto the bed like a little sex bunny. It had been almost two months since he'd last sucked Cory's cock, but he remembered the first and only time he'd done it and how good it had made him feel. Squatting down beside him, he leaned over and took his limp cock in his mouth and began to suck. He knew it was dirty and sinful and his father would be horrified if he knew what he was doing, which made it all the more fun and exciting. He sucked on the smooth, limp sausage and slid his lips up and down over it, delighting in the perversity of having a boy's thing in his mouth. The eagerness of the boy and the warmth and heat of his mouth soon had Cory swelling and he lay back and enjoyed the pleasure of having someone else get him hard as he watched Anton blowing still another mouthful of spit up Dominic's hole. His smooth cheeks were smeared and his chin dribbling with the spit that had oozed out of Dominic's hole and over his butt. It did not take long for Cory to get hard. Billy had Jonah work up a mouth of spittle and then drool it over Cory's stiff cock and smear it over the knob and shaft with his tongue until they were slimy with his bubbly spit. The sight of the blond, blue-eyed angel running his tongue over the knob and shaft of the stiff early-teen cock had Billy oozing pre-cum big time.

The boy then held Cory's cock upright by the base while Dominic got up and squatted over his body facing him. To Billy the boy was another angel with his pretty eyes, fine blond hair, and smooth white skin. Although he would be thirteen in another month, he was small for his age, weighing only eighty pounds [36kg] and being four foot seven [1.40m], making him look much younger than he was. Waiting until he felt Cory's knob wedged in his opening, he then pushed out with his stomach muscles as Billy instructed as he slowly lowered his body onto the hot teen cock. He grunted with the effort, and the pain. Despite the spit and Cory's cock being slender, Dominic was a virgin and his hole tight. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he continued to lower himself, wanting to please Cory and to fit in with his friends, and wanting to feel his stiff boyhood inside him. He'd never felt so horny as he did that moment. Anthony and Terry urged him on, promising him how great it was going to feel. He strained and he felt his virgin sphincter stretching until he was sure he could take the pain no longer when suddenly he felt Cory's mushroom-shaped cap pop inside his rectum and he was penetrated for the first time in his life. Gasping with the sensation and panting loudly, he slowly slid down his slender, spit-slick shaft to the base where he felt Cory's curly hairs pressing against his naked butt. He rested for a moment getting used to Cory's hot cock being inside him, a totally awesome and novel feeling, and then he rose up until he could feel the knob stretching open his sphincter once again before slowly lowering himself back down.

So as the others gathered around the bed and watched, he began to fuck himself on Cory's stiff cock. He fucked slowly at first, but as the moans of pain and discomfort began to turn into moans of pleasure, he began to fuck himself faster. Terry and Anthony had been right. It felt totally awesome, and looking down at Cory's smiling face, he could tell Cory was enjoying it too which made it even better. Following Billy's instructions, Jonah reached over and untied first one side and then the other of the nylon thong, and then untied the top and pulled off the sheer undergarment. Dominic was still soft and his tiny, as of yet undeveloped balls were drawn up tight under his dick so that at first glance it looked like he had none at all. As he rode Cory's cock, his limp dick flopped up and down, dangling and bouncing between his outspread legs.

Gasping with the exertion of his perverse sit-ups and the pleasure throbbing through his rectum, he flexed his legs faster and faster, riding Cory's stiff, throbbing cock so hard the bed bounced even with the other five boys sitting on it and watching. The heat of the seven randy boys clustered together combined with his exertion soon had the boy sweating. His steel-blue eyes were half closed with ecstasy behind fluttering blond eyelids as the sweat trickled down his sides from his smooth, hairless pits and down the pale, almost white skin of his thin chest, down over his flat boy stomach and over his naked pubes. He could feel it trickling down his back and down along the crack of his butt. Ever so slowly his cocklet began to rise, and seven-year-old Jonah brought everyone's attention to the fact he was getting hard, which caused his cock to rise even faster. What he'd been unable to achieve for the past month he was now achieving, in the presence of his classmates and the two strangers, and in front of the black man who was photographing the event. He flexed his leg muscles still faster, driving his body up and down the stiff, throbbing cock up his asshole as his own little cocklet rose until it was rock hard, harder than he could ever imagine it could be. His little balls had drawn up so tight you could barely see them under his now stiff, aching cocklet, sticking up like a pale white sausage, the long foreskin still extending past his knob.

He fucked himself furiously, enjoying the immense pleasure of his erection and the pleasure on Cory's face, enjoying the growing excitement and comradery of the boys watching, all of whom were fully aroused themselves and who were groping themselves between the legs, even Jason. Fucking now as hard as he could, his stiff cocklet jerked up and down as his smooth ass slapped down on Cory's smooth thighs and the errant strand of fine blond hair slipped down in front of his eyes once more to bounce against his nose. He had loosened up and the sluck of spit lubricating his asshole could be heard above his panting as he furiously rode Cory's stiff cock to the cheers of his audience, which drove him on even harder. Striving to please and to fit in and to make others happy, he delighted as much in their acceptance as he did in the pleasure now pulsating through his rectum and his stiff cock. The smile on Cory's face brought him the greatest delight of all. Totally admiring the daring, outgoing boy who had reached out to be his friend, he would do anything for him.

So filled with pleasure his pounding heart felt like it was going to burst, Dominic suddenly moaned still louder and his body shuddered with his first dry orgasm from anal stimulation alone. Gasping in pure ecstasy, he continued to fuck himself as his boy pussy tightly clamped Cory's hard teen cock over and over again with each spasm of his dry orgasm. He could not get enough and continued fucking in a mad frenzy minutes after his orgasm had passed, his anus burning hotly and his rectum throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Both Cory and Dominic were covered in sweat and both groaning and gasping with the pleasure that only boys can know, both oblivious to their audience.

Through it all, Dominic's tight foreskin had remained over his stiff, bouncing cocklet. Following Billy's instructions, Jonah reached out and grabbed the bouncing pork sausage and pulled down on the silky smooth foreskin. Dominic tensed with the pain, his skin being so tight that even when soft he'd dared not pull it back. The tip of his little knob peeked out of the unfolding skin like a flushed, frightened, little one-eyed beast. His knob could be seen under the fine, white skin, a slight bulge hardly larger than the width of his shaft. Jonah yanked down hard, causing Dominic to yelp with a combination of extreme pain and pleasure as his knob was exposed for the very first time, even Dominic having never seen it before.

As he dropped down hard onto Cory's cock, the pain of his foreskin being fully drawn back and his knob exposed caused him to clamp the mouth of his boyhole so tightly around the base of Cory's cock that it cut off his circulation. Unable to last any longer, Cory felt the familiar twang deep in his loins as he began to cum, but his slender cock was gripped so tightly by Dominic's asshole it held his cum back. For a minute the two were locked together with their bodies stretched out and taut as bow strings until finally as his moans grew softer, Dominic began to relax his boyhole. Cory's cum, the most immense load he has ever built up, shot up the core of his numb cock and up inside Dominic like a high pressure hose.

Cory heaved his hips up, lifting Dominic with him as he felt his thick cum finally burning up the core of his numb, swollen cock and out his peehole, causing him to shudder as he shot the rest of his load. The two gasped and quivered, their heads thrown back in ecstasy, Cory with the delight of the most powerful climax of his young life, and Dominic with the pleasure of having his rectum filled with hot, thick, slimy boy juice for the first time. Their smooth naked chests rose and fell with their exertion and pleasure, their naked bodies flushed and dripping with sweat. So powerful was their climax that their audience sat in awe at the explosion.

It took a long time for Cory to empty out and the two stayed combined until Cory finally grew soft. Dominic slowly stood up, his weary legs wobbly as he did so, and Jonah pulled back the boy's foreskin once more, more gently this time, and held it back as the cameras got a good close up of his cock head. Dominic stared down at the perfectly symmetrical bulb, reminding him of a ripe miniature plum in shape and colour, a silky fraenulum extending down from the groove on the underside of his split bulb to connect to his foreskin. The little bulb contrasted sharply with his milk white penis and scrotum. Following Billy's instructions, Dominic turned around and young Jonah held apart his bum cheeks to show his still open and cum filled asshole to the cameras.

Awed by the intensity of what had just happened, Anton obediently laid down on his back on the bed when told to by Billy, and Dominic straddled him and squatted over his face. The cameras zoomed in as he shit out Cory's cum into Anton's open mouth. The copiousness of Cory's young load was realized as it oozed out of Dominic's now red and swollen boy pussy and along the streamer connecting his asshole to Anton's mouth in a continuous, pulsating flow until Anton's mouth was full. Swallowing the thick, tart boy juice, Anton raised his head and obediently licked the gaping hole, worming his tongue inside and then fastening his lips to it and sucking out the remaining cum, totally cleaning out Dominic's boy pussy until it was empty of teen-boy cum. Twelve-year-old Jason sat there staring in disbelief at what his best buddy was doing. Until that moment he'd never even heard the world felch, but it was evident that Anton not only knew it, but had plenty of experience in doing it.

As Anton finally laid back, his lips glistening with spittle and cum and ass slime, Billy zoomed in on his face and as Dominic knelt there on the bed beside him, Jonah once again stretched open Dominic's pucker to reveal it was clean. Rejoining Jonah on the bed, Cory knelt beside him and beamed at him happily. As he looked up at Cory and shyly returned the smile, Cory slipped an arm about him and bent his head and the two naked boys kissed, a long, sweet kiss on the lips for a final still shot and as the cameras faded out. It had been perfect, and it had all been captured on high quality digital film, videos and still, so the world could witness the loss of Dominic's prune and seven boys being boys on a Sunday afternoon.

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