PZA: Teacher 20-21

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"Oh yeah, that was like so totally wicked. I'm about to cream my underwear," agreed Anthony, every inch of his five-foot-three [1.60m] frame aching to get off a load and his deep brown eyes bright with sexual desire.

"Yeah? Let me help you," Cory said with an impish grin, playfully grabbing his best buddy between the legs and giving the protruding bulge in his jeans a vigorous rub. "Oh yeah! Better zoom in for a shot, Billy. I think he's about to pop!"

"Oh maaaannn!" Anthony groaned as he tensed and pulled away. Cory grabbed him before he got out of reach and drawing him back, gave his crotch another grope. "Cory, if you make me cum in my shorts I'll make you wear them!" he warned as he struggled to break loose again, though not too desperately.

"All right, that I have to see!" giggled Terry, grabbing Anthony and wrestling him to the bed and pinning his arms down. "Help me hold him down guys," he called as Anthony squirmed under him and bucked his hips in an attempt to break loose. Dominic and Jonah, still sitting on the bed, each grabbed a leg and sat on it.

Grabbing the bulge with his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other, Cory worked it over so that it was extending up over Anthony's flat belly, a much more comfortable position, and one that was easier to rub. Squeezing it tightly with his thumb and four fingers, he rubbed it as hard as he could through Anthony's tight jeans. Anthony of course heaved his hips and squirmed as he tried to break loose, but it was impossible. His dick, already aching and throbbing, ached and throbbed all the more. Catching the action with the digital video camera, Billy thrust the still camera at Anton who, like Jason, was standing there watching. Despite their strict moral upbringing, the two boys were randy as fuck also. They were twelve after all. Anton began taking pictures.

"I'm serious guys, I'm gonna pop my nut!" called Anthony, his young voice an octave higher as he felt himself approaching that critical point.

"Com'on, I'm serious. I'm gonna cum!" Anthony warned, Terry's comment not helping one bit in his effort to hold back.

Cory continued to stroke the bulge in his best buddy's jeans from his balls up to the tip. As his fingers slipped over Cory's circumcised knob, he rubbed it vigorously in short strokes, sending ripples of pleasure through the turgid, throbbing flesh. It had been Anthony who had revealed the secret of jerking off to him, and the two buddies had done it together and to each other so many hundreds of times since he'd long ago stopped counting.

"Ungh! Ahhh, unnnh, ooohhh fuck!" he groaned, his voice quivering with emotion and his body tensing and then jerking so violently the three boys holding him down had difficulty keeping him flat on the bed. Billy zoomed in on Anthony's face, and then on those of Terry, Dominic, Jonah and Cory, and then down to the bulge being gripped in Cory's hand.

"All right!" exclaimed Cory as his buddy's cock throbbed in his hand and as a dark patch began to appear in his jeans at the top of the bulge. "Fucking shit! He's shot so much it's soaking right through his underwear and his fucking pants!"

"You buggers!" Anthony gasped, but from his flushed face and giggle it was evident he was not really angry.

Following Billy's instructions, Dominic and Jonah pulled down Anthony's jeans with Cory's help while Terry continued to hold him down, and then of course his boxers as Billy zoomed in, showing the boy's sticky, cum filled underwear and flooded groin, his fine young hairs sticky with the watery, early teenage goo that coated his flat belly, his still stiff dick, and his tightly drawn up balls. As the boys finally released him, he grabbed his boxers and smeared them first in Cory's face and then Terry's, to the amusement of Dominic and young Jonah until he grabbed them and did the same. Jason and Anton stared at the boy's fresh cum glistening on his crotch and now on the faces of his four attackers, their own cocks swollen and aching to get off too.

"You can do mine, but not in my underwear," Terry offered, pulling down his fly and undoing his belt. Pulling down his fly, he pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them, and then removed his socks. As he stepped out of his underwear, his cock sprang up eager for action. He had huge, ripe balls which like his pubes were still hairless but which were full of new teen cum, and a nice size cock for a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Actually I know someone who's a master jackeroffer and would love to jerk you off, right Jonah?" The seven-year-old beamed brightly as he nodded.

Jonah eagerly scooted over to Terry and reached out for his cock. Holding it tightly with his thumb and first two fingers, he began to rub his fingers up and down the length like he did his own, and like he'd learned to do to Lad. Leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows, Terry watched the blond-haired youngster beat him off. It felt different having him just rubbing with two fingers and a thumb instead of his fist as Terry normally did himself, and it was hot watching his little hand pumping up and down his cock as the boy stared at it intently with his deep blue eyes. Already horny from watching Dominic losing his prune, his cock was throbbing hotly in no time. He tensed his body as the pleasure prickled through his aching flesh. Jonah glanced up at him, uncertain if he was in pain or feeling pleasure.

"You're doing a great job," Terry assured him, seeing the questioning look on his innocent face. "Cory's right, you're a master jackeroffer. How long you been jacking guys off?"

"You mean I'm the first one?" Jonah nodded his head as he looked up at Terry with his deep blue eyes. "Fuckin' wicked!" Terry looked down and watched the youngster pumping his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, the fact his was the first cock for the boy to play with doubling his arousal. "How long you been doing yourself?"

"Five weeks. October third was the first time." That was a day he would never forget, thanks to Cory.

Jonah shook his head and Terry practically shot off just with the thought of his little virgin dick. Stopping Jonah, he quickly pulled down the boy's pants and underwear, revealing his tiny dicky and balls. He immediately reached over and began to rub the limp, silky smooth little cocklet, which like Dominic's, was as white as the rest of his body. As he worked his fingers up and down the limp, warm worm, he could feel the little bulge his dick head made inside his foreskin. Unlike Dominic's, when Terry pulled down on it, it slid back easily, though when he released it, it slipped back up over his little knob. The thought of his fingers being the first to bring the seven-year-old the pleasure that all boys eventually discovered sent tingles of arousal up his already throbbing cock. As he tugged and rubbed the silky little cocklet, it quickly began to swell. Even at seven a boy can get pleasure from having his dick rubbed. Jonah was soon as stiff as he was, his little three-inch [7½cm] cocklet sticking up in the air like a little cocktail sausage.

Terry pumped his fingers up and down the little sausage, feeling so silky and so much different from his cock which was twice as fat and at least an inch [2½cm] longer. He pulled his skin right back, revealing his little bulbous dickhead, and then released it to let the skin slip back up over his knob. He rubbed his smooth, silky ball sack with the fingertips of his other hand, feeling the pea-sized nuts in the loose skin. After a couple minutes he released the little worm and it jerked in the air, aching for more rubbing, much to everyone's amusement. As the thirteen-year-old resumed, Jonah began to pump his cock once again. It was so hot knowing that he was going to be the first boy to bring the seven-year-old off, and that his was the first cock the youngster would make spurt. Tensing his body once again, he grabbed Anthony's boxers, the closest thing he spotted, and with a groan of pure delight he shot off a watery and copious early teen load in Anthony's underwear and over little Jonah's fingers. It continued to ooze out, a watery, raw egg-white like early teen load as Jonah continued to milk him, oozing out of his burning little peehole and down over Jonah's hot little fingers. He rubbed the youngster's stiff, hot little cocklet furiously and Jonah squirmed with the pleasure of having another boy's hand rubbing his dicky. A minute later the seven-year-old arched his back and whimpered with his delightful dry orgasm.

"Guess that leaves you two," Cory said, looking at Anton and Jason. Although the two were the best of friends, they'd never discussed anything about sex with each other before, and certainly not jerking off. At twelve, and with their strict moral upbringing, it was still a mysterious and forbidden topic, one they found embarrassing to discuss. The two glanced at each other, and then at Cory. Both were randy as fuck after having watched Cory and Dominic fucking, and then Terry and Anthony shooting their loads, and finally Jonah quivering with his dry orgasm. Still, doing it in front of everyone would be embarrassing, especially in front of each other, and doing each other would be even more so.

That was true, but they'd been told it was wrong to do it, and wrong to do it in front of anyone. For Jason, it was still something that he did only on the rarest of occasions, and always with the greatest of guilt. Anton, thanks to Cory, was considerably more experienced when it came to sexual matters, but the twelve-year-old felt just as guilty as his best buddy afterward. As they just stood there, wrestling with their temptation and their morals, an age-old dilemma that society forces all boys to go through, Cory wondered if he was going to have to get his headband. That would be awkward and evident, and it would be rather obvious if he put it on and then sat there concentrating on them and they did it. So far nobody knew about the power of the headband, and he was planning on keeping it that way, even from Anthony for now. Though he'd been using it for two months and had gotten pretty good at it, thanks to the paper his great-grandfather had written explaining how to use it, just how it worked was still mysterious and he wanted to be sure about what he was doing before he revealed it. Besides, the more people who knew about it the more likely some grownup would find out about it and confiscate it and his fun would be over.

"Looks like you could use a jerking off too," Cory said with a grin as he looked at the bulge hanging down the right leg of the black man's trousers. The idea came to him immediately and he had to smile at the brilliance. "Why don't the three of you do it together? I know you got a fucking monster in there that's gonna take two white boys to jerk off, and I bet they've never had their dicks pulled by a black man before. Dominic and me can take the pictures."

"Homeboy, I do love the way you think!" Billy said with a wide grin as he handed over the cameras.

They aimed them at Billy as he quickly removed his clothes and chucked them on the floor. His thick, black, seven-inch [18cm] sausage stood up proudly in the air above his big black balls. He'd seen the looks of prejudice and dislike on the faces of the two snobbish white boys, and the idea of them both stroking him off was hot, and would make for still another hot video that a lot of men would pay big bucks for. Hell, he could get fucking rich just on the videos from that afternoon! Making money while putting two racially prejudiced white boys in their proper place, life didn't get any better!

"So, what you waiting for boys?" he asked as he looked at them. "You gonna grab my cock and show me how you white boys do yourselves when yo momma's not lookin', or maybe you're hankering to take a ride on it like Dominic here did?"

Their eyes widening with obvious fear and anticipated pain with the thought of that thick monster stretching open their assholes, never mind the humiliation, Anton and Jason quickly began to undress before Cory or Billy decided they should do that instead, which they figured either could very well decide at any moment. They were far more self-conscious than the others had been as they removed their shirts and folded them and laid them on the dresser out of habit and then stepped out of their jeans. Their eyes reflected their embarrassment as they pushed down their underwear to reveal their erections. Anton's three inches [7½cm] and Jason's three and a half [9cm] were in marked contrast to Billy's whopper both in size and in colour.

They slowly and hesitantly sat on Cory's bed on either side of Billy, and even more slowly and hesitantly they reached out to touch him as if he was carrying some disease or something. The thought of just touching a black man was repulsive to them, and the thought of touching his dick and balls was even more so, the two boys having been brought up in homes where blacks were considered not just inferior but sub-humans, but they knew they had no choice and that they could be forced to do even worse. Of course they could have refused to do anything at all, but after everyone else had gotten off a load that would make them look like prudes, and they both suspected the others would not take no for an answer. Following Billy's suggestion, Anton slipped his fingers about his thick, throbbing cock and began to stroke it while Jason cupped his large, hairy balls and rolled them in his hand. The two quivered as gooseflesh formed on their arms and legs, especially Jason who had never touched another guy's privates in his life, black or white. Billy enjoyed the evident revulsion and guilt the two white boys were feeling as much as the pleasure of having his cock and balls fondled.

He let them fondle him for a couple minutes and then had them reverse their roles for another couple minutes. He teasingly told them to hold their hands to their noses and smell the scent of a black man's cock and balls on their hands, and he grinned with delight as gooseflesh formed on their body and their stiff little cocks jerked with the arousal of smelling his genital scent. He then had Anton hold his thick cock at the base while Jason ran a fingertip around his knob, sending a ripple of pleasure through it and coaxing out a dollop of clear pre-cum. He then had Jason hold his shaft while Anton did the same, coaxing out another droplet of the clear man-juice. He reached over and slipped his fingers about their stiff little preteen cocks. They might be small, but they were hot and hard as nails.

It was fucking hot having the two white boys playing with his stiff prick and knowing they didn't want to be doing it at all, and especially to a black man, and it was even hotter reaching over and playing with their little white dicks. His deep black fingers contrasted sharply with their pale skin, as their hands contrasted with his thick black cock and dark balls. He ran his fingers over Anton's smooth pubes and tugged on his slender, three-inch dick with one hand while he fondled Jason with the other. Jason had just the sparsest beginnings of fine pubic hair, but he had nice size balls, bulbous and full of twink cum. He slowly pulled back Jason's foreskin, revealing his bulbous cockhead and then released it and watched as it crept back up his slender dick to cover his knob as he'd taped Terry doing to Jonah. Cory and Dominic of course took closeups of their crotches, and of their faces, their growing desire and their abhorrence both evident in their eyes.

Despite their abhorrence, both twelve-year-olds were hot and soon they were squirming and quivering in ecstasy, their embarrassment and their revulsion of doing it with a black man forgotten as that pleasure that all boys can't resist overcame them. Their little preteen cocks grew even hotter as their young blood pulsated through them and their dickheads itched and burned so badly they could not sit still. And, as they bounced there on the bed with the ache deep in their loins, Anton pumped his fist up and down Billy's thick cock and Jason massaged his now tight balls as eagerly as any whore.

Jason was the first to come and the twelve-year-old tensed and groaned as his slender little cock spurted out his thin, watery twink cum. It spurted like a little fountain with two little spurts and the rest oozed out of his burning tip and down over Billy's black fingers and down over his now tightly drawn-up balls. Anton quivered also as his still developing little balls contracted and he too squirted out a couple thin, watery squirts like a little water pistol, the rest, like Jason, flowing down over his dickhead and Billy's fingers and over his tight little nuts. And then Billy shot, his big black hose jerking so unexpectedly and violently it jerked out of Anton's fingers and sprayed him, Jason and Billy with thick, creamy ball juice, thick white streamers flying in every direction much to his delight and to their revulsion. They sat there sweating and flushed with the awesome pleasure of their ejaculations, and with the repulsive sensation of having a black man's hot, thick load spattering them and oozing down over their skin, down their panting, thin chests, over their hips, and down their thighs.

"Fucking wild man, fucking wild," Billy panted as he leaned back on the bed, his black body spattered with his own cum and his fingers dripping with the watery loads of the two twelve-year-old boys.

"Oh yeah. Cory knows how to throw a great party," Anthony said, beaming over at his best buddy.

"Well, it was Dominic who got us off to a great start," said Cory, winking at Dominic who blushed with the attention and beamed with pride at the comment. Already worshipping the outgoing and brash thirteen-year-old and wishing he could spend every minute of the day with him, and unaccustomed to receiving any praise or credit at home, at that moment he would have done anything Cory asked. "Don't know bout you guys, but I worked up a fucking appetite."

The delivery to 208 Briarwood Crescent was Kenneth Ballard's last delivery. Then it was home for a shower and off to pick up his girl Nikki for an evening of heavy petting and if he was lucky maybe finally scoring. He was already half boned up just thinking of the evening. With the image of the two of them in the back seat up at make out point on Henderson Drive, her with her dress up and panties down, her pussy wet and aching from their kissing and caressing as she begged him to do her, him kneeling between her legs with his stiff dick sticking out of his fly, he rang the doorbell. The image he did not expect to see was a thirteen-year-old boy standing there stark naked except for a goofy looking metallic headband and with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Hi, you must be the pizza delivery guy," Cory said with a smile. "And this must be the extra pepperoni I ordered," he added with a wider smile as he reached out and groped the swelling in Kenneth's trousers.

Kenneth immediately drew his hips back. Kids today were getting more brash and vulgar by the week. "You better have money to pay for these pizzas kid."

"Does it look like I got a wallet?" Cory asked impishly and with a hint of impudence. "Actually," he said with a leer, "I planned on paying by giving you a blow job."

"Five pizza combos for a blow job? Not even if you were the sexiest looking broad on earth," he snorted, "and if you think I'm the type of perv to do it with a boy you are really mistaken. Now you don't pay for these I got to report you to the management. I don't think your parents would appreciate getting a phone call about an unpaid bill for five pizza combos."

"Ah com'on, you can even have your pick of any one of us," Cory offered, nodding behind him as he stepped back. "Or you can have all eight of us. Bet we can make you feel way better than any slimy cunt can." He projected thoughts of horniness and promised pleasure, something any normal, healthy teenage boy could relate to. From the bulge down the leg of his tight jeans the teenager either had to be horny, or else he had to be hung like a horse in which case Cory had to see it!

Determined to get paid and not wanting to have to return to the pizza parlour with the five pizzas and fill out a nonpayment claim, which would seriously cut into his making out time, Kenneth stepped into the room. He stopped abruptly at the sight of the seven naked boys. One of them was taking pictures of him, and behind him was an older black man running a digital video camera.

Dominic, who'd been trying to hide behind Anton and Jason, stared down at the floor in embarrassment.

Dominic had put on his nylon thong, which Billy had said he could keep and that all the other boys envied, while he'd waited for the pizza.

"Yeah? Then we got somethin' in common," Cory said with a grin as he extended his hand. "Oh, let me take those," he said, taking the five pizza boxes and five thirty-two-ounce bottles of pop and handing them to Terry. Kenneth was too surprised to object. "Like I said, we got something in common," he said as he extended his hand again. "You're Dominic's sister's boyfriend, and I'm Dominic's boyfriend."

Terry and Anthony giggled and Billy had to chuckle. The more he was getting to know Cory the more he was liking the brash little bugger.

Terry and Anthony giggled even louder and Billy snorted in surprise at the comment as Dominic glanced back down at the floor in embarrassment, and with a little pride. Cory had just said he'd been a good fuck.

"Foulmouthed little brat," Kenneth replied unamused. "You need your mouth washed out with soap. Dominic, get your clothes!"

"Don't you give me no! You don't have a choice. Now get your goddamn clothes! I'm taking you home."

"Then you can come dressed in that faggot boy toy underwear. Wait until your father sees you in that," he threatened, looking at him in disgust, "and finds out you've been hanging out with a bunch of foulmouthed pervs."

"Didn't you hear him? He said he's not going," Cory intercepted, grabbing Dominic's arm and trying to pull him away. "And who the fuck you think you are fucking calling us pervs? Haven't you fuckin' heard of nudists before cuntface?"

"Is that it? You making some type of pedo nudist film?" he asked, directing his question at Dominic and when the boy didn't answer looking up at Billy who was continuing to tape and then at Anthony who was continuing to snap pictures. "When your father hears about this, I bet he'll send you away to one of those military schools for delinquents. And when I give him this address you wait until he contacts your parents," he said, looking at Cory.

"You're all going to be in big trouble," he continued as he looked at the others. Jason and Anton turned pale and hoped they'd be struck by lightning before their parents found out, especially their moms. Jonah figured being struck by lightening would be the better of the evils compared to the beating his father would give him, not to mention the lectures on his sinfulness for the next year. Terry rolled his eyes. This would be good for a two-month grounding at least, and he'd just barely been ungrounded. As for Anthony, he figured he'd probably be forbidden to see Cory for at least the month and maybe longer, which was a major punishment in his eyes.

"And especially you," Kenneth finished, looking at Billy defiantly. The twenty-five-year-old hustler was not particularly concerned. A quick phone call and the kid would never arrive home. He'd end up in the river, or if he had a say, in some brothel across the border or some sheik's harem in the Middle East, minus his testicles. There was a good market for athletic white boys like him, and he had the connections to make it happen.

"No! You leave them alone! It's none of their fault. I wanted to do this! I'll come," Dominic said almost in tears, "but you gotta promise to leave Cory and the others out of this."

"You wanted to parade around in that skimpy thing with a bunch of naked boys? What are you, a little faggot boy whore?" the seventeen-year-old accused, winning the tug-of-war and dragging the almost hysterical boy toward the door.

"Let go of him, this fucking instant!" Cory yelled angrily and with not a little fear as he grabbed Dominic and pulled on him desperately. He had to protect Dominic from whatever punishment awaited him having been responsible for him being there and for him having had sex, and he had to protect himself. If the guy did as he was threatening he was going to be so in trouble! And this had been such a perfect afternoon if it hadn't been for the son-of-a-bitch.

Kenneth's equally angry glare was suddenly replaced by a totally blank look, like he'd been hit over the head with a baseball bat or something. He released his grasp and Dominic and Cory stumbled and fell back on their backsides. Cory stared up at Kenneth in surprise that the teenager had given up just like that, and puzzled by his blank look.

"Now shut the door and your mouth and do exactly what I tell you," he snapped, still driven by his anger and fear and figuring he'd better charge ahead while he still could.

Kenneth slowly turned and shut the door and slowly turned to face Cory again, moving mechanically like a robot and staring at him with this blank look. Shocked by Kenneth's angry reaction and disgust when he'd seen them and by his threat to tell on them, and then just as surprised by his sudden obedience to Cory, the others just stood there in slack-jawed bewilderment and watched.

"First of all Dominic's my friend, that's what he is. Now you take back what you said about him and apologize!" Cory said angrily. He was angry at Kenneth for having ruined his party, and for the comments he'd made about Dominic, but he was also exaggerating his anger in the hopes of cowing Kenneth into not telling on them.

"I… I… take back what I said. I'm… I'm sorry I… I called you a little faggot boy whore, I really am." Kenneth's voice was sincere as was his facial expression, except his eyes were still blank and staring straight ahead as if he was stunned.

"That's better," Cory said in as much surprise as the others as he struggled to control his thoughts and to not loose control. Except for the first few times when he was first learning how to use the headband and had voiced his thoughts and commands to Julius Gilles, he normally just thought them, and that took a lot of concentration and he had to plant the ideas slowly and in little steps and relate them to something that was already in the person's mind for the person to do as he told him. Never in all the times he'd used the headband had anyone become so totally willing to do as they were told, and never so fast, and never had they stood there looking like a zombie out of a low budget horror movie. "You gotta make it up to us for getting Dominic and all of us all upset," Cory said, his angry scowl now faked as he thought fast. He had no idea if it had been his anger that had frightened the teenager into giving up, but he wasn't taking any chances that it wasn't and so continued pretending he was angry.

"Let's go eat guys," he said to the others. "Come with us," he continued as he addressed Kenneth. "You can be our entertainment while we eat."

As he headed into the living room, he was glad that he could think rapidly and on the spot. He had no idea how long he was going to be able to keep this up, but he hoped it would be as long as it took for him to figure out how they were going to stop the guy from squealing on them.

"For starters… let's see you do a strip tease," he suggested. "I want you to be the hottest, sexiest male stripper in Riverside and get us all feeling horny, like the rich had slaves do in ancient Rome." That was a good, reliable standby, or so he hoped. At least it had worked with Julius, twice, and he figured everyone had to have seen one of those movies with half-naked dancing slave girls.

The boys sat on the sofa or cross-legged on the floor and opened up the boxes of pizza while Cory put on a CD by Wyclef and Kenneth began to bump and grind like he'd seen on television. He had always been a great dancer. All the girls he'd ever dated had told him that. Nikki Halder had said he had so much rhythm he should have been black. He'd told her that wasn't the only thing he had in common with black men, looking at her suggestively and running his hand along his thigh. She'd turned all shades of red. She'd heard of the rumour about black men too. His boast had not been an idle one, but he'd never found an opportunity to prove it to her, not then anyway, but he would any day now, he could feel it. Meanwhile he'd show the black fellow still taking his picture. He'd show him just how much rhythm a white boy can have.

He shook his hips and twisted his body in time to the music, running his hands over his body as he'd seen strippers in the TV movies do. He slowly and seductively unbuttoned and slid off his shirt, and swinging it in time to the music as he gyrated, he parted his lips and looked at each of the boys like a vamp. He was the hottest male stripper in town, with the looks and the body it took, and he'd have each of them aching to get off a load by the time he was done, even the youngest one who wouldn't have a clue why he was feeling the way he was. He slowly pulled down his zipper as he looked at each one of them as if he was lowering his fly just for him, and then turning around, he seesawed his jeans off his hips and stepped out of them. Standing now in just his boxers and socks, he twisted his hips and ran his fingers over his upper torso.

Having been present when Cory had told Goosey Gilles to strip during their detention, and then later that week over at his swimming pool along with his two sons, Anthony had just figured that it was just another weird trait of their hated teacher that Cory had somehow stumbled across. Who could figure out the minds of adults, and especially of teachers? Seeing the seventeen-year-old pizza deliveryman bumping and grinding in time to the music and clearly getting it on, however, he wondered just how many people wanted to be male strippers, and how his best buddy was discovering that. It was weird, and scarey in a way, but Cory was his best buddy, he had a thirty-six-ounce bottle of Coke and an extra-large three-cheese pizza in front of him, a seventeen-year-old stud who had threatened him was now stripping in front of him, and earlier that afternoon he'd had gotten a wicked jerking off by his best buddy. What was there to be worried about?

Anton was also aware of Cory's powers of coercion, having been the object of his whims along with his father and kid brother a month and a half ago when they'd also performed a strip tease for him and then he and his brother had bent over for Cory and Anthony in front of their father, and more recently with the effect he'd had on his whole family since moving in with them. Like Anthony, he too glanced over at him curiously, and a little more fearful and a lot more perplexed, as he picked up a second slice of pizza.

As for Terry, Dominic and Jonah, whenever Cory was around things got exciting and very interesting, but having neither witnessed him doing anything directly nor been the object of his power, they hadn't associated any special ability with him. For Terry and Jonah, Gilles just had a weird thing for dogs and Cory had a special way with them, nothing that unusual for either Gilles or him, and for all three of them Cory was just himself, an outgoing and brash thirteen-year-old boy with sex on his mind, constantly on his mind. That was nothing unusual either. He was thirteen after all, and it was constantly on their mind too. At the moment, like Anthony, they were content with having had a hot afternoon of sex and they happily stuffed themselves with pizza as they watched Kenneth bouncing about in front of them in his socks and boxers. Dominic of course took particular delight in seeing the seventeen-year-old boy dancing in his underwear in front of them.

As for Jason, the poor twelve-year-old just sat there open-mouthed, the stripping seventeen-year-old pizza delivery carrier being just one more event of a very odd and extremely stressful afternoon. First he'd witnessed what appeared to be a good friend of Jason's sticking his dick up the ass of another boy, after his best buddy had licked the guy's ass and another boy had licked Jason's friend's dick until he had a boner, and then after watching the rest of the guys jacking each other off, he had joined his best buddy in jacking off the monster cock of a black man while the nigger had jerked the two of them off, the entire afternoon being recorded on video and with digital pictures. Was this what life was normally like for guys in Briarwood? Was this why Anton had stopped chumming around with him, because he was into this sort of perverted sex stuff? Never in his twelve years had he even thought about such filth, never mind actually done any of it except for a few guilt-ridden jerk off sessions in the privacy of his bathroom when he couldn't resist the temptation. What was most stressful of all was that despite his guilt and shame and feeling of filthiness, he'd enjoyed it!

Billy was just as surprised as the rest of them with the turn of events. He'd seen the seventeen-year-old kid walking up the walk and had suggested to Cory it would be a wild joke to meet him at the door naked. He'd figured he could use the film to enhance the boy party tape he planned on putting together from everything he'd shot so far that afternoon. He'd had no idea the seventeen-year-old would go so ballistic over a few early teens having a little bit of innocent fun, and he certainly had not expected him to know one of the boys. He certainly had not expected the kid would end up doing a strip tease. He had known the minute he'd spotted Cory at the Seven-Eleven that he was no ordinary thirteen-year-old and that he had to get to know him better. The partnership they'd formed was however, way beyond his wildest dreams, and turning out to be particularly lucrative. Hell, the video of a seventeen-year-old pizza delivery boy turned stripper was going to a hot video in itself, and panning his naked, happily munching audience would make a second tape that pedos all over the world would be eager to buy. He already had a title: The Pizza Boy Delivers.

Kenneth had only one thing on his mind, to put on the best strip show he possibly could for the bunch of naked early teen and preteen boys and the black man, who along with one of the kids was still taping him. He had this urge to be the best fucking male stripper in Riverside and to get his audience sexually aroused. That would be the proof his ability. He had no other thoughts, no other desires. All his mind was focussed on was to strip. He eased off his boxers, turning to show them his ass as he lowered them. He had a nice ass, firm and muscular from hours of football practice. That should turn on a bunch of teenyboppers. Moving slowly and rhythmically in time with the music, he turned to face them and twisted his hips, causing his semierect dick to flop and bounce in the air along with his low-hung balls. He was well hung, his limp cock being longer than any of the boy's when they were hard. He could see he had their attention. He could see their growing desire in their eyes. He twisted all the harder, running his hands along his body sensuously, along his thighs, over his chest, tweaking his nipples, doing everything he could recall having seen strippers do on television, doing everything he'd ever read in an attempt to turn them on. His cock began to swell. He was getting turned on himself.

"That was great," Cory mumbled, his mouth full of pizza and his dick half swollen with arousal. "Now be a good slave boy and pour some Coke in my mouth, and be quick about it."

Kenneth picked up the bottle and holding it to Cory's mouth, tipped it up, switching from entertainer slave to servant slave. The boy was his master. His was to obey his every command, his every wish. Coke dribbled down Cory's chin, which Cory wiped off with the back of his hand, and then wiped off on the football player's well-developed chest. He'd begun developing a fine mat of chest hair that he was particularly proud of and that he knew the guys on the football team envied.

Kenneth hurried to pick up a slice and he fed it to his master, and on his orders, he served the other boys, who were just as perplexed over his behaviour as they were amused.

As he held out a slice of one of the loaded pizzas for Dominic to bite into, the topping slid off and onto the floor.

"Now look at the mess you've made," Cory said. "That piece you can pick up and eat yourself."

As disgusting as it was, Kenneth picked the topping up off the carpet and brought it to his mouth.

"No, on second thought, it's all dirty. Just bypass your stomach and shove it straight up your asshole."

Kenneth did as he was told, and the boys hooted and giggled as he stuffed the topping and the crust up his butt, pushing the cheese, mushrooms, green peppers and pepperoni into his rectum with his greasy fingers and easily shoving the slice of dough up his greasy hole, pushing the topping still further in.

Anthony purposefully dropped a half-eaten slice of three-cheese pizza on the floor.

"Pick it up… slave boy, and… since Anthony dropped it, stuff it up his butt," he said impishly and with a twinkle in his eyes as he glanced over at his best buddy in merriment.

"Go for it slave boy," Anthony said, laying back and throwing his legs up over his head.

Kenneth slipped the half-eaten slice up his butt, the wedge of dough slipping in easily with the greasy cheese.

"You know, the problem with eating pizza in the nude is you got nothing to wipe your greasy fingers on," Cory observed.

Everyone expected him to call Kenneth over to wipe his fingers off on his body like he'd done with the pop, but instead he turned to Dominic sitting beside him.

"Guess I'll just have to use whatever is closest," he said with a giggle as he wiped his greasy fingers over Dominic's chest, leaving a greasy smear of cheese, tomato paste and bits of hamburger from the all-meat pizza.

By then the boys had fully stuffed themselves and there began a food fight, the boys picking up the remaining slices of pizza and smearing them over each other until there wasn't one of them that wasn't greased up from head to toe, their faces, their hair, under their armpits, and of course their crotches, which had become one of the main targets. Picking up one of the slices on the floor along with a handful of topping, Cory stuffed it up his own ass.

"Okay slave boy, come eat your pizza," he said, lying down on the floor on his back and throwing his legs over his head.

Kenneth obediently knelt behind Cory and placing his lips against his crammed asshole, he began to eat him out. Drawing out the slice of pizza with his teeth and then sucking out the topping, he sucked on his asshole as if he was starving, his only thought being to do as his master told him.

So, when Cory told him to lick his body clean, he eagerly and willingly did so, his sole focus turning to fulfilling his new command. He knelt there and ran his tongue over the sole of Cory's feet where he'd stepped in pizza topping, and he wormed his tongue between his toes, licking the bits of cheese and topping stuck between them. He licked the grease from his shins and thighs, and to the merriment of the rest, he licked Cory's smooth ass cheeks. He continued up over his smooth, flat stomach and his young, developing chest, licking the grease from his nipples, another of the favourite targets of the boys in their food fight, and then his cheeks and even his hair before Cory raised one arm and then the other for the naked, seventeen-year-old slave to lick his arm pits.

"Okay, for being such a good slave boy, come get your treat," Cory finally said as he grasped his stiff dick and looked at Kenneth with a leer. "Come get your pepperoni."

Kenneth Ballard knelt before the thirteen-year-old boy and taking his four-inch dick in his mouth, he began to suck. Kenneth Ballard, six-foot two [1.88m], two-hundred-and-twenty pounds [100kg], grade twelve football quarterback and stud muffin, Boy Scout Venturer, dating Nicole Halder, one of the hottest cheerleaders at William Cleaver Senior High School, knelt there in the pizza-strewn room of naked teen and preteen boys and sucked on the thirteen-year-old's stiff little cock while being videotaped and photographed. He didn't care. He eagerly and willing sucked on the stiff little early teen cock, doing what he'd been told to do, without question, without any other thoughts to distract or confuse his mind, focussing on giving the very best blow job he could, summing up everything he'd ever read or heard about it.

It was fucking hot, and Cory thoroughly enjoyed it as he laid there on his back and watched the seventeen-year-old stud sucking on his dick and working his lips up and down it, sending shivers of familiar pleasure through the turgid flesh. He had no idea why the teenager had snapped and why he was so willingly obeying his every demand, but he was not questioning it. He was getting one of the best blow jobs he'd ever been given. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his aching dick, a pleasure he could not get enough of. His dickhead itched with that unique combination of pain and pleasure he'd come to know, and he squirmed as he felt the tension developing deep in his loins. When he felt himself coming, he withdrew his cock and sprayed Kenneth's broad, muscular chest, adding his hot, runny boy juice to the smear of pizza and Kenneth's already sticky chest hairs.

Offering his slave to anyone else who wanted to get cleaned, Anthony eagerly stepped forward, his dick already erect from watching his best buddy. Sitting on the coffee table, his olive skin glistening with streaks of grease from the pizza fight, he offered first one foot and then the other to the kneeling football player, who obediently licked the pizza guck from between his toes and from the soles of his feet. Anthony quivered with arousal and his stiff dick jerked excitedly as the seventeen-year-old stud ran his tongue up along his sensitive thighs, and his cock jerked even more wildly when he stood and pulled apart his asscheeks and felt the stud muffin run his hot, wet tongue up his ass crack and then suck out the pizza and topping that Kenneth had stuffed up his rectum earlier, now heated and slimed from being up his hole for the past half hour. Seeing the greasy smear he'd left on the coffee table, he had the slave boy lick it clean first before he sat down again, and then he had Kenneth lick off his chest and nipples, and then each of his still hairless armpits. He even licked clean the wisps of fine dark brown hairs at the corner of the early teen's upper lip.

His stiff, olive-coloured dick and young balls glistening with cheese grease and with pizza sauce and bits of topping clinging to them and his fine, brown hairs, were the last to be cleaned and as the muscular high school student knelt there before the thirteen-year-old and licked and sucked on his balls and licked his fine pubic hairs clean, his young boy dick throbbed with arousal. He spread his legs wide and gripped the edge of the coffee table as he felt Kenneth's hot, wet mouth envelop his stiff, aching cock. This was so fucking hot he could not believe it, and it was all thanks to Cory. His lips curled with delight as he watched Kenneth's cheeks sink in as he sucked on his greasy, throbbing tube. This was even better than the hottest porn he'd ever found in his father's stash. His fingers tightened about the edge of the table as he felt himself coming, and like Cory, he pulled his dick out at the last moment and added his spurts of hot, slimy early teen juice, lacing the football player's broad, muscular chest and his nipples with his watery, sticky cum.

Stuffing a slice of pizza and a handful of topping up Dominic's recently fucked ass, Cory smeared his fingers over his little cocklet, causing it, he noticed, to get erect immediately, something he quietly pointed out to his new friend. Evidently his inability to get hard wasn't a problem now, much to Dominic's delight and relief, and endearing him still further to Cory. Scooping up a handful of topping and smearing it between Dominic's legs, Cory called Kenneth over to clean up his buddy. Dominic was beside himself with delight, at being called Cory's buddy, and in anticipation of what Kenneth was about to do, and the diminutive twelve-year-old could not stop from excitedly dancing from foot to foot as Kenneth shuffled over to him on his knees. Dominic's older sister Nicole, like his father, blamed him for his mother's death and took every opportunity she had to belittle him and to be mean to him. With her father often away at meetings, she had plenty of opportunity to boss him around, which she did almost daily. Her boyfriend Kenneth, whether because he enjoyed bossing him around too, or if he was just sucking up to Nicole in the hopes of getting into her panties, or both, joined her in bossing him around, which was evident from his attitude and comments that afternoon.

So, Dominic took particular pleasure in having the seventeen-year-old high school student sucking the pizza out of his asshole and then licking off his body, and as the football stud and heartthrob of half of the girls at William Cleaver Senior High School stuck out his tongue and licked the pizza grease from his armpits, he was so lightheaded and giddy with pleasure and arousal it made him dizzy. He wobbled on his weak legs as Kenneth began licking his stiff, itching dick. He could not believe it! His stiff little cocklet throbbed and itched with pleasure and he trembled with the ripples of arousal shooting through his little dickhead hiding under his foreskin. As he watched Kenneth eagerly sucking on his little, throbbing sausage, he wished his sister could see her boyfriend now. Actually, he wondered if he could dare hope that he could get one of the pictures Anthony was taking with the digital camera. That would fix the two of them for the way they'd treated him, and he could just imagine the shock on her face when she discovered it there on her desk. It was with that thought that he clutched Kenneth's head and trembled with a most violent and pleasant dry orgasm.

One by one the rest of the boys lined up and their teen boy slave eagerly and hungrily licked each of them clean and sucked each of them off, Terry spraying his face and hair with his hot, sticky early teen cum, and Jonah along with Jason and Anton, the two twelve-year-olds having shot their quota of cum from their still developing preteen balls for the day, trembling with dry orgasms. Billy was last, turning the video camera over to Cory. He figured he could probably edit out that part of the film to make one just showing him and Kenneth. In fact, as the boy sucked on his long, thick cock, he already had an idea how to reshoot his arrival with the pizzas to introduce the second film. A video of a good-looking white high school jock licking and then sucking off the cock of a hung black man would sell almost as well as the boy party video. Thinking of the money he was going to make was almost as pleasant as the throbbing of his thick, swollen cock as he shot his thick load of cum down the white boy's throat.

As Kenneth Ballard pulled up to his house forty-five minutes later, his cell phone rang. It was Nicole, Dominic's sister, wondering if he'd finished supper yet, and when he was coming over. He told her he had been late getting off work, and would have to cancel for the night, which did not make her very happy, nor him, but there was no way he was going to be able to go on a date that evening. As he looked in the rearview mirror at his cum-smeared face and cum clotted hair, he squirmed uncomfortably, his shirt and trousers sticking to his body smeared with pizza sauce and early teen cum. He thought back to how he'd stripped before the boys, how he'd been their slave boy and had fed them, how he'd licked their young bodies clean and had eaten out their asses and sucked them off.

Revulsion filled him, causing his skin to turn to gooseflesh and his stomach to churn and almost upchuck as he wondered how he could possibly have done what he'd done, so eagerly, so willingly. At one moment he was fighting with the kid in the strange headband as he tried to get Dominic out of there, disgusted with his girlfriend's dorky kid brother and with the rest of the pervs, especially the black man making the porno video of it all, and angry with Dominic for engaging in such filth and even more so for defying him, especially in front of the others, and the next moment he was eagerly participating in their orgy, even posing again at the entrance for the black dude, the cameras of course aimed so as not to show his stained clothes and face. How could he have done it? How could he have done such perverted things with a gang of filthy-minded kids? How could he have sucked the pizza back out of their filthy assholes, hot and slimy with their ass juice, and sucked on their filthy little dicks? He shuddered with the thought and the memory of the black dude's hot, thick cum filling his mouth and shooting down his throat. He managed to get the car door open and to lean out before he puked all over the driveway.

"Hey, while the rents are away," Cory replied with a grin. "Right after school."

Dominic hung back as the others left. "I hope Kenneth doesn't make any trouble for you," he said, his voice trembling nervously as he shyly stared down at the floor.

"Would you tell anyone you stripped naked and then ate out the asses of eight guys and sucked their cocks?"

"No," Dominic said with a grin as he sighed with relief. He hadn't thought of that. Cory thought of everything.

"Actually, with the video and pictures we got of him, he's gonna do whatever we want."

"Cool," Dominic said with a wide, open grin that showed his teeth as his steel blue eyes sparkled. He was tempted to ask if he might have one of the digital pictures, but was too shy to do so.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I invite my boyfriend?" Cory said with a twinkle in his eyes. On impulse, he bent over and gave Dominic a kiss on the lips.

Dominic floated all the way home, oblivious to everything around him. Today was the best day of his entire life.

Chapter Twenty-One

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Thanks to Ben for suggesting the characters of Ben, Molly, and Nick, whom we'll be seeing more of in later chapters along with Molly's two girlfriends.

Mrs. Pakorny looked up at her class and smiled. All the teachers complained that the grade 8B class was the most unruly and the most difficult to manage. She had to admit they were a handful but she rarely had difficulty with them. It came from taking the time and effort to make her history lessons interesting and relevant, and from knowing and understanding junior high students. Take Cory Wilson for example. At the moment his brow was furrowed as he concentrated on his assigned reading. He always furrowed his brow when he was thinking extra hard. He was a good student, bright and normally well behaved, but he was impulsive and headstrong, one who readily questioned what he read or was told, and one who challenged the rules. Some teachers did not like students who questioned or challenged them. She was not one of them. Developing inquiring minds was what teaching was all about, and even she found some of the rules at Lincoln Junior High School archaic and unreasonable. Actually, Cory reminded her of herself when she was at that age, inquisitive, self-confident, outgoing and full of energy, full of piss and vinegar her father used to tease her.

Cory was concentrating, but not on his reading. After the wild party with the guys he'd returned to the Gilles for supper. Even though he'd just stuffed himself with pizza to the point of bursting, he was hungry again, which was not unusual considering he was a growing boy, and he'd spent a particularly active Sunday afternoon. After supper he'd gone to François's old room, supposedly to work on his school work, but actually going to look through his great-grandfather's journal he'd brought back to the Gilles's. What had happened with Kenneth Ballard had never happened before, not so fast and so total, and he had to find out just what it was that he'd done to cause it, not just because he was curious and loved solving mysteries, but more important, if he could figure out what he'd done it would make his revenge on Julius a lot easier.

His great-grandfather on his mother's side, Isaiah McFarlane, had gotten the journal from his father when he was eighteen and about to start medical school in Dublin in 1902. That was sort of interesting being over a hundred years ago. The journal however was handwritten in small script and had to be at least a thousand pages, his great-grandfather, as mentioned, being particularly verbose. Isaiah was ninety-five when he died, and Cory figured he'd have to live at least that long just to read his journal. Fortunately he'd found two things so far that had helped him find information on the headband. The first was the paper on mesmerization and Druids. That itself was long and boring and he could see why the Royal Dublin Society had rejected it. His great-grandfather had fortunately scribbled in references to his diary in the margin which were a great help in his search.

The first reference was an entry written the end of October, two months after he'd started college, in which he'd described a pompous student who was always making fun of him because he came from a small village and didn't know the sophisticated city ways of doing things. They had a costume dance for Halloween so he had dressed like a Druid and had put on his headband, which unlike Cory he didn't wear every day, and when the guy started in on him at the dance he used it to make the guy act, in Isaiah's words,

He had him stumble over his feet and step on the toes of the girl he was dancing with, dribble his drinks down his chin, greedily heap his plate with food and drop it, and finally go to the men's room and return without buttoning his trousers back up.

It was the first mention in the diary of the headband and his great-grandfather went on to tell how he had found the headband on his thirteenth birthday while out cutting blocks of peat to bring home and dry for fuel, one of his chores even on his birthday. If nothing else, it made Cory appreciate the simple chores he had. His great-grandfather's first discovery of the power of the headband was that very evening. He'd put it on and his father began getting on his case as he evidently often did about being lazy and always finding time to play with toys like the headband but never to do his chores, and Isaiah, being pissed off already having to do chores on his birthday and Saint Patrick's Day besides, told his father to go suck himself, thinking it of course, not really saying it. Well, to his surprise his father stopped his rant in mid sentence and stared at him and for a moment he thought maybe he'd actually spoken. Apparent that he hadn't, he used the pause to tell his father again, taking great joy in talking back at least in his mind, and to his surprise, his father got this funny look on his face and got up and went outside. Curious, Isaiah had followed him and discovered him laying on his back in the peat shed with his legs over his head and his cock in his mouth. Evidently his father was exceptionally well hung besides flexible, and had often sucked himself off to satisfy his needs as a young man. The incident reminded Cory of his first discovery of the headband and telling his mother to go frig her ass. Actually, it was just two weeks after his thirteenth birthday, and now he thought about it, they had started to clean out his grandfather's stuff on his birthday but hadn't gotten to the pile with the headband.

Well, Isaiah was soon using the headband to get back at the bullies at school who teased him and adults whom he didn't like and the richer people in the village who looked down on him and his family because they were poor potato farmers. He seemed to use the same punishment for them all, making them embarrassed and humiliating them by making them fart or burp loudly in public, scratch themselves in private places, pick their noses, and in some cases eat their boogers, go about with their flies unbuttoned and the like. Most of the other references to journal entries referred to similar incidents where someone had crossed his great-grandfather or been a snob and he'd used the headband to get back at them. Cory smiled as he realized that Isaiah getting his revenge was no different from what he was doing. Some things hadn't changed in a hundred years!

Isaiah reported sometimes making it happen was easy, sometimes it was not and sometimes the headband didn't work at all. From his experiences and experimentation, Isaiah had concluded that the headband operated using some sort of magnetic field that he called animal magnetism, and which in a later entry he changed to animal electricity because he figured some things conducted the band's power better than others, including water, milk and trees which he said gave their power to the headband, pointing out that the Druids held trees and water to be sacred. He also figured the position of the planets and the stars influenced the headband's power, along with spirits and Druid chants.

That was the second thing Cory had found that helped him understand more about the headband, a much shorter paper called Evidence of Neuro-linguistic Programming in Druid Chants and Rituals that he'd found in the bunch of letters from a Doctor Milton Erickson. His great-grandfather seemed to have a real thing for Druids, who sounded interesting but he hadn't gotten around to reading the geographic article on them yet. Like Isaiah's other paper, this one was just as boring but there was also a page of scribbled notes sort of summarizing this neuro-lingy thingy again with references to entries in his journal that explained how to use the headband and gave examples from his diary, things like linking new thoughts with old memories, taking small steps by thinking of just one thought with lots of repetition, thinking slowly and calmly, and thinking so the other person thought it was his own thoughts and feelings, all things which he'd used with Goosey and his family, and none of which explained why sometimes you didn't have to do all that and other times even doing that the headband didn't work.

This Doctor Erickson evidently used the technique so his patients could cure themselves using their own power by doing things like controlling their own heart rate and breathing, and so they could overcome things like fears and stuff, sort of like hypnosis but just talking out loud instead of putting the person to sleep. One of the references Isaiah had made to his journal was an entry where he described using his head band when he served as a medic in the first world war to help soldiers who were suffering from battle fatigue and to help them ignore their pain by focussing on other things.

What was a lot more interesting were the references to journal entries about how he used his thoughts for sex. Isaiah, Cory learned, was turned on by adults when he was a boy, a condition he said in a later journal entry was called teleiophilia and studied by someone called Kurt Freund. First there was making his father suck himself, which he made the man do whenever he got on his case, which his great-grandfather said was quite often, and he even invited close friends over to spy on him when he was particularly pissed off, not unlike what he was doing with Anthony and Terry with Goosey and his sons. Cory smiled again at the similarity!

His first incident involving sex and himself was the summer of 1897, four months after he'd found the band. He was working that summer as a carpenter's helper to earn some money for his family and was wearing the band to keep his long, curly hair back, and at the end of the day he was fantasizing about sucking the man's dick when he noticed the man was getting aroused and was looking at him funny, and the more he concentrated on what he'd like them to do the hornier the man got.

his great-grandfather had recalled and written in his diary five years later after having passed by a woodworker's shop. He went on for several more pages on how the two of them became lovers, and how he

That was the first of several men in his village and the surrounding farms that he found

Isaiah McFarlane was verbose but had a flowery way of describing things that Cory found he liked. His great-grandfather also had a lot of experiences, which promised to keep Cory entertained for years even if he read a half dozen journal entries a day, which he could never do as after just one or two of his great-grandfather's descriptions of his sexual experiences he got so horny he had to stop and get his nuts off. That was exactly what had happened that Sunday night, and although he'd gotten off twice that afternoon, he was good for two hot fucks with Antoinette Gilles that night. He was, after all, thirteen and had a sexual appetite to match his digestive one. So he fucked her pussy, and then her ass, concluding afterward that as great as it had been, fucking Dominic's ass had been more enjoyable.

Snuggling up to her still hot and panting body and finding a tit and slipping the nipple in his mouth, he thought of one of the last entries he'd read in his great-grandfather's journal that night, one he'd written at the age of ninety while recovering from a bad bout of flu but well enough to have encouraged a hot fucking session in the empty bed on the other side of the curtain between a young eight-year-old patient who clearly was interested in his fifty-year-old doctor. His great-grandfather had written that he didn't know what to do with the headband should he be "knocking on death's door" as he didn't know if it was a curse or a blessing, and in that he hadn't come any further in his understanding than he had October 6, 1954 twenty years earlier. Cory of course flipped back and found the entry dated that day.

In computer class next period he could not help wondering what the class would think if they knew their teacher and his family went naked at home, and that while he slept with his teenage son Cory was sleeping with and fucking his wife. Anthony leaned over and asked if the party was still on after school, which totally distracted him for the rest of the period as he thought about the fun they'd be having in less than an hour. He was still thinking about that as he headed down the hall for his last class of the day.

"So, what did you think you were doing, staring at my girl?" shouted Nick Dawson angrily, interrupting Cory's thoughts. Almost a foot taller, the slender grade nine student towered over Ben Hanson as he stood in the middle of the hallway blocking Ben's path.

"I should punch you out right here, but I'd have to bend over to do it," Nick remarked with a snicker that caused his girl to giggle.

"Do it," encouraged Molly, Nick's girlfriend. "He deserves it. You should have seen the way he was looking at me. You know, like the pervert was undressing me with his eyes."

There wasn't a boy in school that didn't look at Molly Vickers and undress her with his eyes. When they'd returned to school the summer after grade six, Molly had returned with the biggest, firmest tits of any girl in grade seven, and now a year later, they were even more enhanced. Even a geek and egghead like Wilbur Thornton commented on her boobs, though on second thought, short, pudgy Ben Hanson was probably one of the few students in the school that didn't fantasize about Molly and her boobs, him and Dominic Halder who was too innocent and pure to have such thoughts. At least Ben didn't seem to be the type, though honestly Cory couldn't say for sure what type Ben was. Ben was in his computer class, and his physical education and science classes, but he didn't really know him. He was one of those students that was just there. He seldom said anything, and he was always looking down at his feet. He wasn't even sure what colour his eyes were. Ben Hanson was one of those students whom nobody really noticed, not even the teachers. At any rate, he certainly wasn't so foolish as to openly ogle Molly.

As Nick stepped forward, Ben drew back against the lockers, ready for the punch that Nick kept threatening him with but never actually delivered, so far. Instead Nick knocked his books on the floor and with a smirk and a laugh, headed off to class, his arm about Molly's waist. The bell rang and Ben scrambled to pick up his things. Cory bent down to help.

"Whoa, what's this?" he asked, picking up a computer printout. It was a guy sitting at a computer with some type of headband with different probes sticking out of it and connected by a wire to a little black box on the desk.

"That's a Cyberlink Mind Mouse," Ben replied softly, afraid Cory was going to make fun of it, or of him for having run off a copy. "It sends brainwave signals to a computer to operate it without using your hands."

"Yeah." Ben was in a quandary. The bell had gone and he was going to be late for class which was causing him great anxiety, but Cory being the first one to actually talk to him that day he wanted to explain the device to him too.

"No, I got plans for after school." Ben's face fell. He should have known. Everyone had plans after school, everyone except him. He never had any plans. None that involved anyone other than himself. Beside it was just a dumb computer tool. To think Cory might have been interested enough…

"Cool, I'll see ya then," Cory said, shoving the rest of the papers in Ben's arms and rushing down the hall. "Oh, by the way, what's your address?"

"It's 154 Briarwood Close," Ben replied, just standing there and staring at Cory in surprise.

Billy was waiting for them after school and Cory, Terry, Anthony and Dominic, eager for the party to start, piled into his red Corvette and headed to Cory's house, stopping to pick up Jonah who sadly informed them that he had asked but his father had not given him permission. Cory didn't know how, but he'd make it up to the seven-year-old boy and see that his father paid for his decision to deny his son a bit of fun. Billy had just finished setting up the cameras and checking the lighting in the living room when Kenneth arrived. The previous day after he'd posed at the doorway for the black dude before he left, he'd agreed to come back whenever Cory told him to, and he'd barely finished throwing up outside his own home when Cory phoned him and told him to come to his house after school on Monday. Despite his revulsion, and his torment as he relived the events over and over the rest of the evening and as he tossed and turned all night, and all of today at school, whenever he thought about returning at the end of the day he not only felt a compulsion to obey but felt himself becoming aroused, and by the time he had arrived at Cory's he was even more eager than the others to begin. Jason and Anton, least certain of all of them, arrived shortly afterward. They were boys and not about to pass up an opportunity for some more fun as much as it was contrary to their upbringing and beliefs and despite the guilt and embarrassment both had felt biking home yesterday and seeing each other at school today and knowing what each other had done on Sunday. They were also hesitant in that they had no idea what they might end up having to do and if they would like it, but the uncertainty what would happen to them if they didn't show up far outweighed the other.

Billy again had each of the boys come to the door and Cory greet them like on Sunday, and told them to just act as they did when they met after school and to talk about things they always did, but to spice it up with some four-letter words, which was not a difficulty for most of them and was just natural for Cory and Anthony. Again there was no real plot, the main purpose of the video being the action, which he readily left to Cory.

So after a few minutes of talking about school and teachers, music and sports, and being bored and horny, all typical topics for the group of early teens and preteens, Cory asked if anyone wanted something to drink or some snacks, the first of only two cued line in the entire video. Of course everyone did. Picking up a silver bell, one of three props Billy had brought, he rang it. Kenneth arrived in seconds with bowls of chips, nuts and Nachos and cans of soda and wearing the second prop, a sheer black nylon backless thong that he'd called faggot boy toy underwear yesterday when he'd seen Dominic wearing one. With his muscular body and developing chest and pit hair and good looks, the seventeen-year-old football quarterback could have been a model in a woman's skin magazine, or a gay mag. Of course the reaction of the early teen and preteen boys was much different, all of them snorting and giggling in surprise and amusement, all of course which was genuine and Billy knew would enhance the video.

They got right into the action with Cory telling his scantily-clad servant that his guests were horny besides hungry, and he was expecting him, as his new boy toy, to make them happy, the second of the lines Billy had given him. They began with Kenneth seductively walking over and sitting on the sofa between Terry and Anthony and unbuttoning their shirts while caressing their bodies and kissing them, on the lips and on the necks, and on down to their chests where he nibbled on their nipples, causing them to become firm and the boys to begin to squirm with arousal. While he nibbled and licked the nipples of one boy he ran his hands along the thighs of the other, and then vice versa. Undoing Terry's belt and pulling down his fly, he slipped his hand inside and cupped the bulge in the thirteen-year-old's boxers as Billy zoomed in on the action. Terry raised his buttocks so Kenneth could pull down his jeans and then he sat and watched, his snake twitching in his boxers, as Kenneth similarly opened Anthony's pants and groped him and then pulled them down. As he pulled down their boxers, their young cocks stood straight up looking for attention. From the way his skimpy thong was stretched out it was evident Kenneth was turned on also.

Dropping to his knees before the sofa he nibbled and licked Terry's balls and cock while he reached over and caressed Anthony's thighs and fiddled with his cock. Licking Terry's smooth, hairless pubes and large balls, he stroked his thigh as he wrapped the fingers of his other hand about Anthony's aching cock. Running his tongue along the rim of Terry's knob, he caused the boy to jerk and squirm with desire. After a few more minutes of licking and caressing which had the two thirteen-year-old's quivering with pleasure, Cory took a tube of lube, the third prop Billy had brought, out of his pocket and handed it to Kenneth. Squeezing out a dollop on Anthony's throbbing dickhead, he spread it out over his circumcised knob and down the shaft of his young cock and then squeezing out another generous dollop on his index and middle fingers, he reached behind and greased up his asshole, coating his anus with the grease and slowly slipping first the index finger and then the middle finger into his rectum. He'd never stuck anything up his ass before, and he quivered with the erotic sensation of feeling his finger slipping into the hot, moist depths of his ass.

He then turned his attention back to Terry. The thirteen-year-old watched with delight as Kenneth opened his mouth and slipped his lips over his knob, and he smiled with pleasure as the older boy's cheeks sunk in and he began to suck on his organ. His breathing grew heavier as Kenneth slowly eased his lips down to his hairless pubes, and he squirmed and sighed with the wild sensation of having a hot, moist mouth totally enveloping his stiff boner. As Kenneth began to work his lips up and down his aching, throbbing boy cock, Terry ran his fingers through the boy's hair. Anthony of course had some experience at fucking ass, having fucked Anton's kid brother François, and the lube made penetrating Kenneth easy. He grasped the older boy's firm buttocks and slowly began to pump his hips to and fro, working his throbbing, aching little boner in and out of the boy's hot, moist rectum. Fucking someone four years older than himself was a totally different experience, especially doing it before a bunch of other guys and being taped and photographed. He soon forgot his self-consciousness as lust took over his mind, and his lips curled with pleasure as he began to bang away at Kenneth's ass, enjoying the throbbing of his hot, moist hole and the throbbing of his own dick.

Yesterday was the first time Kenneth had ever engaged in any sex with another male. Yet despite being totally heterosexual and having had no interest nor experience in doing anything sexual with other males, he found himself aching with lust and pleasure as he serviced the two thirteen-year-old boys. He sucked on Terry's dick and worked his lips up and down the slender young cock as if it was a candy cane, and as the boy tensed and sighed he knew the pleasure he was feeling between his legs and he was delighted that he was the cause of that pleasure. As for getting his ass fucked, he got just as much pleasure hearing Anthony grunting and panting and knowing that his slender young cock was aching with the same pleasure as Terry's and that he again was the reason for that pleasure. The burning stimulation of having his sphincter stretched open for the first time in his life, and the eroticism of having his virgin ass fucked by a horny thirteen-year-old boy had him squirming with his own physical pleasure. He was making both boys happy, as he'd been told to do.

Inhaling faster and faster and deeper and deeper, Terry finally felt that familiar and still exciting twang deep in his loins and he grasped Kenneth's head and tangled his locks in his fingers as he felt his cum begin to gush up his slender, young cock. His thin, watery early teen cum spurted out quickly and forcefully, and Kenneth inhaled deeply through his nose as he felt the watery spurts striking the roof of his mouth and across his tongue. He sucked deeply on the now numb tube and swallowed as Billy took a close up of his face. Moments later Anthony felt the same twang in his loins, and as he felt his cum racing up the core of his young cock, he pulled out and shot all over Terry's back, streaking the teenage football player with his thin, watery juice.

Dominic and Cory were next. Cory smiled as Kenneth unbuckled Dominic's belt and pulled down his fly and he saw that Dominic was wearing his nylon thong from Sunday. He smiled even wider when Kenneth untied the flimsy underwear and revealed that the twelve-year-old had a boner. Evidently his earlier problem of not being able to get it up wasn't a problem today. Squatting down between his outspread legs, Kenneth licked his young, still developing balls, taking one and then the other in his mouth and sucking on it, causing the boy's cocklet to twitch with arousal. Dominic could not help wondering if Kenneth sucked on his older sister's tits like he was sucking on his balls, and as Kenneth slipped his lips over his slender cocket and began to suck on it, the thought of Kenneth kissing his sister with those same lips caused a wave of erotic arousal to throb between his loins. He so wished his sister could see what her great boyfriend was doing at that moment.

Cory smiled at the look of ecstasy on young Dominic's face as he knelt behind Kenneth, his stiff early-teen cock having been lubed by his boy toy before he'd gone down on Dominic. Grasping the seventeen-year-old's hips, he easily sank his cock up his rectum. Having plowed Anton's ass and Anton's mother's ass, and having popped Dominic's prune yesterday, he was becoming a pro ass fucker. He paused and concentrated on the sensation of having a hot, moist asshole surrounding and throbbing about his young bone, enjoying the feeling for a moment before beginning to fuck. He then slowly began to pump his hips, delighting in the friction that caused his dickhead to burn and his shaft to throb. It was fucking awesome being a boy. He looked down at the spatters of cum his best buddy Anthony had left on the teenager's back as he worked his cock in and out of the hole his best buddy's cock had just been in. That was a weird thought and he quivered with the delight it brought.

Dominic saw Cory's smile and he delighted as much in seeing his pleasure as in the pleasure he himself was feeling between his legs. That he'd gotten a bone on that afternoon with no difficulty had not gone by unnoticed, and he knew it had to do with having sex in the presence of other guys, and particularly being in the presence of Cory Wilson. As he looked past the cum spatters on Kenneth's back and at Cory's young cock pistoning in and out of his ass, he knew how it felt to be fucked, and in a way he envied Kenneth, particularly in that it was Cory's cock that was inside him. Getting his cock sucked and having sex along with Cory was great too of course, and as he felt the pressure developing in his loins he looked up Cory just as Cory did the same and their eyes met. Dominic smiled with admiration and delight at his new friend, and their eyes were still locked as his dry orgasm shot through his loins and caused him to quiver. Cory knew very well what was happening from the curl of Dominic's lips and the shine in his pretty steel-blue eyes, and knowing he was climaxing brought Cory to his peak. Like Anthony, he pulled out at the last second and added his watery early teen juice to the shots Anthony had laced Kenneth's back and butt with, his eyes locked on Dominic's also.

Anton and Jason followed, Jason choosing to get sucked as it was an experience he'd had the day before and something he knew, and because the idea of sticking his cock up another guy's ass was repulsive despite the obvious pleasure Anthony and Cory had felt. After watching the other two pairs of boys getting off, he of course already had a boner, and that he'd boned up watching guys having sex and anticipating the same bothered him greatly. He was randy, but there was only one type of boy who got randy under those situations. Up until yesterday he'd have sworn he'd never get aroused by faggot sex, and up until yesterday he'd considered guys who had sex with other guys as sick pervs. He still did. Despite the pleasure throbbing between his legs as Kenneth sucked on his cock and worked his lips up and down the shaft, it was faggot sex, and the seventeen-year-old boy sucking on his cock was a sick perv. The difference between the two of them was that he was not the one doing the sucking.

Anton was not very keen on what he was about to do as he knelt behind Kenneth, but he had no choice. Getting your cock sucked was one thing, but sticking it up someone's filthy asshole was a totally different thing. He of course knew about ass fucking, having been fucked several times by Cory in front of his father and brother, and he and his kid brother getting fucked in front of their father eleven times now in the park. He knew it was eleven times because after each and every time he twisted and turned in shame and torment for the rest of the day and waited in fear and loathing for the next time. Now it was his turn to do the fucking. As he slipped his slender twelve-year-old cock up Kenneth's rectum, he knew exactly how Kenneth was feeling, and now for the first time he discovered what it was like to be the fucker. As Kenneth's hot, wet ass tightened about his cock he was surprised just how tight it felt, and as he began to pump his hips to and fro he was surprised just how pleasant it was. Having a hot, throbbing ass surrounding your dick while it throbbed and ached with that burning pleasure was not a bad thing. So what did that make him?

It was with that thought that he felt the twitch at the base of his cock and like Cory and Anthony had done, he withdrew it. This day his balls had decided to function and they squirted out a thin quick two spurts of his still developing, preteen fluids, adding them to the spatters of Cory and Anthony. Jason squirmed and sighed with pleasure as he too came, spurting his young seed into Kenneth's mouth. The two boys glanced across his naked body at each other, their sexual pleasure evident in the shine of their eyes and they blushed with embarrassment and shame for having come and for having enjoyed it and especially for having enjoyed engaging in fag sex.

Kenneth Ballard saw nothing wrong with what they had done. He had but one thought on his mind and one purpose in his life, and that was to please the boys as he'd been told. That was his duty, his desire. He was a boy and he knew the pleasure of having a hot, throbbing cock being stroked, and the powerful pleasure of climaxing, whether it be dry or wet. Of course his own knowledge came totally from pleasuring himself with his hand, but having your aching cock stroked by a pair of lips or by shoving it up an ass had to be as pleasant, and probably even more so in that it was doing it with another person. So it was with another guy, so what? Was a guy's mouth or ass any different from a woman's? In fact it had to be better. A guy knew what it was like to have a cock.

That he'd brought the boys pleasure there was no doubt. The smiles on their flushed faces, their now limp and wet cocks, the taste of young boy cum in his mouth and the hot, sticky spatters of it on his back, they were evidence of his success. So, when Cory told him to remove his thong and to jack himself off he did so willingly, because Cory told him, and because it would bring Cory and his friends still more pleasure. He slipped his shirt on so as not to stain the carpet and lay on his back and threw his legs over his head. His shirt stuck to his back as he stroked his hard, throbbing seven-inch [18cm] cock, feeling so large compared to the slender dicklets of the boys. It throbbed with pleasure as he drew his foreskin all the way back to reveal his mushroom-shaped knob to his audience, and he quivered with the electric shocks that ripped through the glans as he pushed his foreskin back over it. It felt great, as it always did, and doing it there surrounded by six naked, flushed boys felt even better than when he did it at night in his bed thinking of Nikki Halder. He was bringing not just himself pleasure but them too by the act. He stared at the pee slit as he felt himself coming, watching for the first shot of his juice just as the six boys around him were watching with as much anticipation. As he spattered his chest with his hot, thick creamy load, he sighed with the pleasure and looking up at the smiling faces of the boys gathered around him, he knew he'd done well.

Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 20-21

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One