Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 26-27

Chapter Twenty-Six

Putting his pencil case, textbooks and homework in his backpack so they would be all ready in the morning and hanging his backpack on the back of his chair like he did every night before school, Ben Hanson said good night to his mom and dad, brushed his teeth, and returning to his bedroom, shut the door and stripped naked. Pulling back the blankets and sheets and placing his folded pajamas beside him where he could find them, he shut off the lights and laid down on his back, ready to throw the sheets over himself if he needed to. He eagerly reached down and began to fiddle with himself, just like he did most nights, and just like thousands of other boys his age did across the country. The moon was just beginning to rise and shone in the open window, and although only in the first quarter, it provided enough light to see. As he glanced down at his naked body, he wished he wasn't so short and pudgy. He wasn't the shortest in his grade, that honour going to Dominic Halder, nor was he the fattest, that distinction being won by Fats Fortillini. His height and weight, like everything else about him was neither average nor exceptional. It was nothing, like him.

Normally he'd dwell on that for a while and wish things were different and daydream about some magical occurrence that would transform him, but today had been an exceptionally great day, too great for his mind to dwell on such negative thoughts. He'd gotten a hundred percent on his computer assignment, and eighty-seven on his science test, second best in the class right after Wilbur Thornton. Both marks had pleased him, and his mom and dad, who at that moment were in the family room watching a reality show, totally unaware their thirteen-year-old son was laying in his bed jacking off. He stretched out his legs and tensed his body as he rapidly pumped his slender, throbbing cock, the image of Molly Vicker's firm, round boobs vivid in his mind. The image wasn't just based on his imagination or on wishful thinking. It was based on the real thing. At noon that day, after he and his friends – those thoughts, that he had friends, and that they'd eaten together, flooded him with a warmth of pleasure that was even more pleasant than the pleasure he'd felt receiving the good marks he'd gotten that day and even more pleasant yet than the tingles of pleasure causing his dickhead to feel like it was being pealed-had returned to school from their daily trip to the Seven-Eleven for sodas and snacks and were picking up their books at the lockers, Molly had approached him with her boyfriend Nick Dawson. He'd immediately cringed and his heart had fallen with the expectation she was going to accuse him of staring at her again, or lying about him asking her out. It was like her to ruin what had been a wonderful noon break with his new friend Cory.

Instead, to his surprise, and that of Nick and the others who were there, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall open, fully exposing her breasts as she wasn't wearing a bra, as every guy at Lincoln Junior High School knew had become her habit. They weren't as big as the boobs in his porn collection of older teenage and adult women, but they were one of the biggest of all the girls in grade eight, and they were real, and they were Molly Vicker's! They were so totally gorgeous. And so totally unexpected. He'd turned as red as a fire hydrant. Cory had slipped him a note in computer class later that afternoon saying that Molly so had the hots for him, causing him to turn red all over again. He knew Cory had something to do with her exposing herself to him, that he had somehow made her do it. He couldn't see how Cory could possibly have done that, but he had the faith of a thirteen-year-old that such things were possible.

Cory had spent the previous Sunday afternoon and evening with him and they'd surfed the Internet for information on mind control and hypnotism, which Cory was really into. He'd even stayed over for supper, something that hadn't happened for so long Ben couldn't even remember when it last happened. And that night he'd dared to show Cory his porn collection of naked women and boob shots, and Cory had told him it was the biggest and best collection of boob shots he'd ever seen. It had been a totally perfect day! It was with that memory of him and Cory laying on his bed looking at his collection and Cory's words of praise that Ben Hanson shot off into the folded Kleenex tissue in his left hand the hottest and best load he'd ever shot off in his young life.

At that very moment in the adjoining neighbourhood of Eaglemont thirteen-year-old Cory Wilson was about to shoot off a load too. He was fucking Antoinette Gilles's large boobs in the Gilles's master bedroom, working his hips to and fro and sliding his stiff early-teen dick between her warm, firm tits, which she was squeezing together to trap his hot, aching young cock as he'd instructed. He'd gotten the motivation from Ben's collection of boob shots, and the idea from one of the pictures he'd looked at over at Jacob Schuller's house that afternoon with Anthony before the two of them had shown their thanks to the German teacher for sharing his collection by giving him a hot golden shower and letting him suck them off. As he fucked his hostess's boobs, he thought about the day, and especially about Molly Vickers flashing her boobs at Julius Gilles in computer class, and giving Ben Hanson a full and long view of them at the lockers after lunch. It was the least he could do to thank Ben for all the help he'd been in helping him perfect his use of his great-grandfather's headband.

Last Sunday Ben had surfed the net and they'd found tons of information on mind control and hypnotism, good stuff. Ben knew how to seek out just exactly what they wanted and how to weed out the junk. It would have taken him days himself, and even then it was unlikely he'd have found as much stuff as Ben had. And, what they'd found had allowed him to go another step in using the headband, beyond projecting his conscious thoughts and his emotions like he'd done in the beginning and like his great-grandfather had mostly done with the headband, and beyond the transmission of bursts of subconscious desires his grandfather had attributed to animal electricity and picking up spiritual power from trees and whatnot, or at one point in his life to the work of the devil, and that he'd managed to do by summoning up his strongest emotions, unintentionally at first and then deliberately after his first visit with Ben.

Last Sunday Ben had found a site on trances, www.trances.edu. Most of it was way too difficult for either boy to understand, but from what he could understand, he'd learned that a trance was a special state of mind that allowed the mind to do two separate things, like drive a car and listen to music, and that was because a trance narrowed a person's focus and was more intense than the usual state of a person's mind. That allowed a person to accept a different reality because the focus and intensity disabled some critical mental functions like a person's free will, judgement, will power, awareness of their body, the continuity of time, and memory. He still wasn't sure what all that meant, but Ben had printed off the page for him to read later and he'd read it so many times trying to understand it he now had it memorized. The guy who'd written the stuff on the site was some computer whiz, which really interested Ben, and had said at the same time as this disabling stuff occurred, the ability to creatively fantasize or visualize was enhanced and the person was more suggestible and less critical of new ideas, just like drugs or hyper-emotionalism can do to a person. Even at thirteen Cory knew about drugs and about emotions, and that made sense.

Another site Ben found on mind control, a site called Mind Control101, said there is a mental disorder called Dissociative Identity Disorder which occurs in times of shock that creates an alternate personality which blocks out the trauma, and that hypnotism can do the same thing. It went on to say the goal of mind control is to access those areas of the brain that are outside the conscious control of the individual by getting around the normal inhibiting response of the conscious part of the brain, and that could be done by creating deep emotional states like pain or fear. It said that even a light trance caused by focusing on a minor pain or loss opens the mind to what it called 'uncensored emotional imprints,' which it explained was anything said to the person during their pain or loss. It said that such emotional states allowed for a transfer of conscious control from the person feeling pain to the other person and the willingness to respond to posthypnotic suggestions if they don't cause too much anxiety.

Cory would not have understood any of it had he not read his great-grandfather's journal. The blocking of trauma stuff and the transfer of control explained his great-grandfather's ability to block out soldiers' fears and pain during the war as a medic, and the other times he'd mentioned using the headband that he thought were evidence the band was cursed, and the times he'd used the band himself when he'd been angry, like when he'd told his mother to frig herself and when he'd become angry with Kenneth when he'd tried to take Dominic with him. Somehow when they were all excited the headband was able to bypass the inhibiting part of the brain so the person would do what he or she was told. The website on trances had talked about trance loops and drumbeats and repetition and DTP's and TGL's and a bunch of other boring stuff, which was probably how it worked.

So, he'd gone home and this past week had tried out his new knowledge with the headband, narrowing his thoughts to one thing, not his big toe like the web site had talked about but a different part of the human anatomy just the same, and repeating his thoughts and thinking in rhythms and stuff and summoning up the one emotion he knew well, being horny. He'd decided to begin with something easy and with someone he was familiar with, Antoinette. Having learned she disliked animals of any kind, and had a particularly deep fear and a dislike for dogs, he concentrated on getting her to accept a different reality as the computer whiz guy had put it. That was the thought he'd concentrated on that Sunday night as he'd fucked her, figuring the rhythm and pleasure of fucking should do the trick. Over breakfast the next morning she'd talked to Julius about getting a husky or a great Dane for a pet, or maybe even a Rottweiler, which considering her fear of dogs came as a total surprise to her husband.

His ability proven, Cory hadn't thought any more about it, but that Thursday as he screwed her tits he thought about it again, and he bet if he wanted to he could even get her to spread her legs and get fucked by one of them. As he shot a juicy, watery load between her breasts, he wondered if maybe he should introduce her to Lad. Now that would be hot. Hell, he was fucking her and her son, so why not Lad fucking her and her husband. Maybe later. Tomorrow he had a big party planned over at his house, the last day before his mother and father returned home. It had been a fun three weeks, but he did miss them and was looking forward to their return.

Dominic Halder was thinking about the upcoming party that Thursday night also, and like Ben Hanson, he was laying in his bed pumping his young cock. Once again he found he could not get stiff, and he still could not pull his skin all the way back over the knob. As he lay there bouncing his limp dick with the flat of his fingers and twisting the knob, sending immense pleasure through the limp flesh even if it wouldn't stiffen, he thought about the day. It had been a good day. There was going to the Seven-Eleven with Cory, Anthony and Ben, watching Molly Vickers wiggling her boobs at every man who came in, and then seeing her totally open her blouse and flash her boobs at Ben back at the lockers, and hiking up her skirt in computer class to give Mister Gilles a good peek at her panties.

That evening after supper Kenneth Ballard had stopped by to pick up his sister, and like usual, she used the opportunity to boss him around and complain that she couldn't leave until their dad came home from some dumb School Board meeting he was at about blocking porn from the school computers because she had to 'babysit' her dorky brother. Kenneth, unlike in the past, didn't side with her and join in with bossing him around. It wasn't because of what the two of them had done together. In fact he'd tried to act as if nothing had happened between the two of them at Cory's two parties, just as Dominic was trying to pretend, resulting in a very embarrassing and awkward half hour before his dad came home.

As his car pulled away, Dominic wondered if he and his sister were going to Make Out Point on Henderson Drive and if the two of them did it, and what his sister would think if she only knew that Kenneth had sucked his dick and his ass and had jacked himself off in front of all of them, and had gotten fucked up the ass. He hoped that his sister was as much a bitch as he thought she was and that she and Ken weren't doing it. That he was having sex with her boyfriend and she wasn't was freaking erotic. It was with that thought that twelve-year-old Dominic trembled with his dry orgasm.

Several blocks away and on that same night, thirteen-year-old Molly Vickers was turning and twisting in her bed also, though for very different reasons. It had been a horrendous week and it was only Thursday. Her sudden and totally insane impulse to expose her breasts and her panties that had begun nine days ago had grown with each passing day until it had become an obsession. Ever since her breasts had blossomed over the summer between grade six and seven she was aware of boys, and men, stealing glances at her. While she was pleased and proud that they found her figure attractive, she found their lustful stares and obviously dirty thoughts annoying and after the novelty of being stared at wore off downright repulsive.

That was up until nine days ago. Nine days ago she'd had this totally uncharacteristic impulse to expose her breasts to Matt Simmons. Sure, he was twenty-two and handsome and the coolest teacher in the school and every girl at Lincoln Junior High had a crush on him, but he was a teacher, and an adult. Even more absurd was her impulse to show off her breasts to the stranger at the gas pump at the Seven-Eleven, and to take off her bra and call Goosey Gilles over to her desk half a dozen times the next day so he could see her breasts. Now that was so unexplainable. Goosey was neither handsome nor cool. Everyone hated him, he was forty-four, hairy and had a middle-aged gut.

It didn't stop at that. Each day she had the same uncontrollable urge to expose her breasts and her panties to any and every adult she saw, her male teachers, total strangers, at school, at the Seven-Eleven, in the park, and at the mall. Then Monday it got even worse, if that was possible. She'd begun having the same urge to do the same to her male classmates, not the good-looking boys which would at least make sense, but the ugliest and most unpopular boys in the school, whale blubber Fats Fortillini who was always stuffing his face and waddled when he walked, total geek and egghead Wilbur Thornton who probably didn't even know the difference between boys and girls yet, and even Spaz Spatski who not only was a retard and forever drooling but smelled like garlic.

Each day she'd also been wearing more and more revealing clothes, pushing the school's dress code limit, and then on Monday she'd begun flashing her breasts at strangers. Although repulsed by their lustful stares, she found herself turned on by them at the same time. She also found herself becoming sexually excited overhearing the dirty comments about her body from her admirers after she'd exposed herself and when they thought she was out of hearing range, and yet she hated herself for having such aroused feelings at the same time. It was as if she'd become addicted to exposing herself and inviting stares, especially from total strangers and older men and the most repulsive boys in school, just like a drug addict loves the moment she's on drugs but hates herself when she comes down. Today was proof of that. Today she'd exposed her breasts to that insignificant, meek little mouse Ben Hanson, and she could see from the look in his eyes how he'd desired her, probably even imagined doing it with her. The thought of doing it, or anything, with him was so erotic at the same time she actually felt an ache of desire between her legs that was so strong it was actually painful. Now as she twisted and turned, her stomach felt like heaving in disgust with the thought of having sex with the little nothing, and with the memory of the look in his eyes and the fact she'd actually exposed her breasts to him.

Despite the anxiety and revulsion she'd felt as she'd finally fallen asleep, the next morning she wore the lowest neckline and the shortest skirt the school would allow, and she left her panties at home. In science class period four she hiked up her skirt and spread her legs, pretending not to know anything was showing as she copied Mister Simmon's notes. As he sat down at his desk, she accidentally dropped her pencil, and then stood up and turning her back to him, bent over to pick it up. As she took her seat again, she cautiously glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. From the stunned look on his face, he'd evidently seen what she'd shown him. That look on her twenty-two-year-old teacher's face sent a thrill of excitement up her vagina, but at the same time she was shocked by what she'd done, and afraid how he might react. When he looked away and he didn't say anything as his cheeks began to redden, she knew it was because he'd been just as thrilled at seeing her girlhood as she had been exposing herself to him.

At noon Nick accompanied her to the Seven-Eleven as usual, and she carelessly dropped her purse out by the gas pumps and had to bend over for several minutes to pick up her coins, exposing her buttocks and her girlhood to the fat, balding man filling his car. He had to be at least as old as her father and the look of lust in his eyes when she glanced over at him sent a thrill of desire up her girlhood. After school, she went to the shopping center and then the mall where she dropped her purse, which being open of course spilled out its contents, and then bent over to picking everything up in front of every disgusting old man she saw. With each lustful look and dirty comment the bolder she became. She even sought out the security guard at the mall, a disgusting old black man who had to be in his fifties or early sixties, a balding man with the body of a wrestler and the face of an ape and with whom she'd flirted with earlier in the week. This time, instead of her naked breasts, she flashed him her sweet girlhood.

While Molly was entertaining every disgusting old man she could find, Cory had headed straight over to his house after school. He'd told the Gilles's he was spending the night with Anthony. Anthony had told his parents he was spending the night with Terry, and Terry had told his parents he was spending the night with Anthony, both boys of course accompanying Cory to his house. Anton had reluctantly told his parents he was spending the night with Jason as Cory had suggested he do. Guilty over having lied to his parents, something he'd been raised to never do right from the moment he understood, and reluctant to go to Cory's home after the last time he'd been there, finding the sex action perverted and disgusting, as he'd also been taught by his parents, Anton had nonetheless biked over to Cory's house. Cory hadn't said what the consequences would be if he didn't come to the party, but he knew there would be, and he really didn't want to find out what they were.

Dominic on the other hand had lain awake all night in eager anticipation. When he had told his father that morning that he was spending the night with Cory, his father cared so little he hadn't even responded, and he wasn't even sure if his father had heard him. Even after twelve years of his father's indifference and open hatred, his attitude still hurt. Despite his eagerness to party with Cory and Cory's friends, throughout the day he could not help thinking about his father's total lack of love.

Jonah had also been eager to join Cory, but when he'd asked during supper on Thursday his father had forbidden him to do so as a matter of principle. Reverend Jonathan Winthrop knew what mischief boys got into in their sleep overs, and he didn't have to check with Cory's parents to ensure the boys would be supervised because he knew no matter how well supervised boys were, they were devious and would find some way to avoid detection as they were lead into temptation. To Jonah's surprise, when he'd phoned and told Cory his father's decision, Cory had come to his house. Even more of a surprise, after talking briefly and privately to Cory, his father had an uncharacteristic turn of heart and not only gave his permission and blessing but gave Cory a hundred dollars to buy everyone supper.

The last invitee, Kenneth Ballard, did not have to get permission from his parents, his mother being out of town over night at a Scout Leaders' meeting and his parents being divorced. He did have to do some fast talking with Dominic's sister, Nicole, his girlfriend, who was not pleased being left home alone on a Friday night, even if he did claim to be sick, which would account for his awkward and detached behavior the night before. She was beginning to wonder if he was interested in someone else. Pissed off that she had to spend Friday night at home, she was even more pissed in that Dominic was going out.

Piling into Kenneth's car, the boys went to McDonald's for burgers, fries and milkshakes, and then stopped at the Dairy Queen for blizzards and to pick up an ice cream cake and then at Safeway to pick up pop and snacks for later, where they spotted Molly flirting with two old men, bending over to talk to them and wiggling her boobs under their noses. The men's leers as she walked away and their comment about what sluts young girls were today and how luck today's generation was caused the boys to snicker as they exchanged leers of their own. Returning to Cory's place, they talked about school and their teachers and the upcoming soccer game, as young boys do, and of course about Molly Vickers who was becoming the topic of everyone's conversation, and a regular tease flashing her boobs and her pussy at the most unlikely people, and Trang Ng who seemed to be following in Molly's footsteps, which was not a surprise the two of them being such close friends. They figured it would only be a matter of time before the third member of their little clique, Ashley Rowland, joined them.

Cory popped one of the video cassettes he and Anthony had selected at Jacob Schuller's place for the party into the player. It was about a husband and wife entertaining friends, the main entertainment being getting it on every which way imaginable, man on woman, man on man, and woman on woman. They talked about if adults really did that sort of thing for real and imagined their parents having such a party, which given the attitudes of their parents was highly unlikely, and totally grossed a few of them out. They talked about Jacob Schuller and the surprise that a teacher would have a porn collection and tried to imagine which of their teachers would have such a secret hobby, which in some cases sent them into gales of laughter at the preposterousness of such an idea.

Breaking out the chips and sodas, they watched a DVD of short clips of porn featuring teen and preteen boys including a sixteen minute clip called Unusual Hospitality about two older teen boys seeking warmth on a snowy day and being stripped, tied up and forced to have sex by two older guys, including one of them being pissed on which caused Cory and Anthony to exchange knowing looks, and a nine minute clip about three boys, two eleven and one twelve, playing strip poker on a bed and then looking at porn magazines and messing around with their dicks.

That of course got them in the mood, and Cory soon found a deck of cards and Kenneth taught them how to play poker. Although they'd already seen each other naked and had messed around with each other, the idea of slowly stripping and being watched was exciting, and fun, especially as more and more of them got down to their last couple articles of clothing. As one by one they stepped out of their jeans to reveal their boxers and shorts they giggled and snickered and a few jeans and pairs of underwear began to tent. Dominic and Kenneth had both worn their thongs, reminding them all that they' all planned on getting a pair of the sexy underwear.

Terry was the first to stand up and push down his boxers to everyone's snickers, revealing his partially erect dick, huge, cum-filled balls and still hairless pubes. As he watched the others continue to play, he lit up a cigarette, which he shared with Cory, and the two of them finally convinced Anthony to try. As he coughed and hacked and tears streamed from his eyes, the two laughed and thought back to their first attempts at smoking and the first time they'd inhaled. One by one the other boys stood and stepped out of their underwear or stretched out on their backs and raised their hips and pushed them down. Anton, much to his embarrassment, was hard as a nail, not that there weren't several others close to it. Jonah was the last one not naked, still having his jeans and underwear on as Kenneth pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them, resulting in them observing that Jonah was a skillful gambler, which was sort of funny considering his father was a preacher. They of course suddenly tackled him and with a lot of giggling and groping removed his jeans and his white briefs.

Cory suggested they form a jerk circle and they all readily agreed, even those who'd never heard of it before having a pretty good idea what it was. They arranged themselves simply on where they were sitting at the time rather than choosing the person on either side of them. So it was totally by chance that Cory reached over and jacked off his best buddy Anthony who was sitting on his right, and that Anthony did seventeen-year-old Kenneth Ballard as the grade twelve senior reached over and jacked off seven-year-old Jonah while Jonah jacked off Anton who did Terry while the thirteen-year-old jacked off Dominic, who completed the circle by jacking off Cory. Seven hot, horny boys and seven stiff, throbbing dicks.

Cory eagerly pumped his fist up and down his best buddy's stiff dick just as he did his own. The two thirteen-year-old boys had compared sizes on several occasions and at the moment Anthony's was a little shorter and a little fatter than his own and it was cut. It had been Anthony who had introduced him to the secret of jacking off and the two of them had done it together and had done each other more times than either could remember now. It was hot playing around with another guy's most personal and private part, and even hotter when it was your best buddy. And, there was no greater pleasure one guy can give another than to get his nuts off. Cory glanced down at his buddy's cock and then down at his own as it was being jerked off by his newest friend. It always felt strange having someone else doing his cock instead of his own hand, and it was surprising how such a basic act felt so different for each guy who beat him off. While Anthony jacked him off vigorously and with full strokes, Dominic was much more gentle and much slower and he concentrated more on his shaft than his knob.

Although only three-and-a-half months younger than Cory, Cory's birthday being at the end of August and Dominic's in mid-December, Cory thought of Dominic as his kid brother, someone whom he loved even more than a friend, and someone he felt he had to protect and guide. Maybe it was because he looked so young and was the shortest and thinnest of all the grade eight boys. Although Dominic knew about jacking off, it had been Cory who had shown him how to do it, and who had been present the first time he'd tried it, passing on the knowledge Anthony had shared with him in a time-honored tradition among boys. He had a beautiful looking cocklet, as long as Cory's but more slender with a long foreskin that totally encased his dick. Cory noticed that Dominic hadn't had any difficulty getting stiff despite his confession before the party that he still was having trouble doing so at home when he fiddled with himself. He also noticed his other good friend, Terry, was being careful not to pull Dominic's skin all the way back.

Although his pubes were still naked like Dominic's, Terry's balls were at least three times the size and whereas Dominic's were the same pale pink as his dick and his marvelously flat stomach, Terry's were developing the darker purplish tone of an adolescent boy. Terry, like Cory and Anthony, was sexually curious and precocious and jacking off was hardly anything new, though doing it in a jerk circle of seven boys was. It was also hot, and he licked his lips as he concentrated on carefully stroking Dominic's young practically virgin cocklet and delighted in the pleasure pulsating through his own solid flesh. That it was Goosey Gilles's son who was stroking his cock made it even hotter. He wondered what his hated teacher would think if he knew his son was over at Cory's having a hot jerk session. Of course he knew about the fun in the park and that Anton did a lot more than just engage in jerk circles. He hoped that he might have a chance to fuck his ass that evening as he'd seen Lane Spudder fucking him in the park.

Anton Gilles didn't exactly know what to think of what was happening. He was only there because he suspected Cory would make his life more miserable if he didn't show up. These were not his friends, and if he'd had a choice, he'd rather not be there, and certainly not participating in a filthy faggot act like messing with another guy's dink. A guy's privates were exactly that, and it was wrong and it was dirty to touch another guy down there, and to be touched by someone else. Despite all that, he did enjoy the pleasure having his dick stroked brought, and even the excitement and perversity of stroking another guy's dick. He'd never be able to do that with his best buddy, Jason, not like Cory and Anthony were doing. That he regretted in a way, the pleasure of a hot, throbbing dick being one of the most enjoyable experiences a guy could share with another. On the other hand, he and Jason were above that type of common perversion, something that was more appropriate for students who attended public school to engage in. That was what made it common and dirty, and that was what made it so erotic.

Seven-year-old Jonah just knew that it felt good to have his little uncut cocktail weenie stroked. Like Dominic he had a long foreskin, but unlike Dominic's, his was loose and was easily pulled back to expose his tiny knob. Like Dominic his undeveloped balls were tiny and the same color as his pale stomach, and like Dominic, he had Cory to thank for having introduced him to the joys of jacking off, something he engaged in daily in the privacy and secrecy of his bedroom, keeping a constant ear open for the approach of his fanatical father who would if he could have him whipped in public for engaging in such a sin. Yes, each time he wrestled with the teachings of his faith and the ranting of his father about the evils of sex and temptation of the flesh, but those feelings of guilt and shame didn't stop him from playing with himself, or with every male dog in the neighborhood. As much as he enjoyed doing dogs, and they enjoyed being done, jacking off another guy was even hotter than doing a dog, and having your little cock jerked off by someone else was even hotter.

Kenneth Ballard was of mixed feelings about what was going on also as he sat there getting his hard, throbbing cock jacked off by thirteen-year-old Anthony, and as he jacked off young Jonah. He didn't have any qualms about jacking off itself. All guys got horny and satisfied their need with their own hand whether they admitted it or not, and though he'd never done it in front of anyone else prior to the Sunday he'd delivered Pizza to Cory's house, he knew there were guys who did it together and who did each other, normal straight guys. The difference of course was that when guys, straight guys, did each other when they were horny it was because they'd been thinking about girls and because there were no girls available to satisfy their need. And, they were older guys and guys of about the same age. He was sitting in a room where the next youngest guy was four years younger than himself, where a thirteen-year-old boy was tugging on his throbbing cock and he was jerking off the silky little dicklet of a seven-year-old. That was not normal. It was perverted. It was also erotic.

Anthony felt the same way about jerking off a high school senior four years older than himself, but being perverted and being erotic were not opposites nor exclusive. They were one and the same. Like most thirteen-year-old boys he was sexually curious and found anything to do with sex a turn on, and the fact that adults thought it dirty and forbade it made it all the more a turn on. Also like most thirteen-year-old boys he wanted to be cool, and especially in front of his best buddy Cory. Getting his dick jacked off by his best friend, whom he'd introduced to jacking off in the first place, and jacking off the thick seven-inch [18cm] cock of a seventeen-year-old senior student was cool. It was also extremely erotic, and as the tingling of his cockhead sent ripples of pleasure up his slender early teen cock, he knew the thick, throbbing cock he was stroking was doing the same.

It was impossible for the seven boys in the room not to sense the growing tension and mounting pressure in each other's loins as they sat there with greater concentration than any of them ever showed at school, even the serious students like Jonah and Dominic and even in subjects they were keen about and found interesting, like Mister Simmons's science labs, or Mrs. Pakorny's history simulations. Their breathing became more labored and the smell of flushed, hot young boys and hot, blood-engorged dick filled the family room. Grabbing the empty candy dish from the coffee table behind him, Cory held it in front of his aching dick, and he inhaled deeply as he felt the twang deep in his groin and the delightful sensation of his cum gushing up the core of his cock like oil gushing up the central pipe of an oil rig. Spurt after spurt of runny, early teen cum shot out of the burning tip of his dick and into the clear glass bowl, six rapid squirts one after another. He trembled with the pleasure of his ejaculation and with the pleasure of Dominic milking his cock, each tight squeeze and stroke sending a ripple of pleasure through his swollen flesh and drawing out still more early-teen cum that squirted into the bowl.

The throbbing of Cory's stiff dick in his hand and the sight of Cory spurting out his cum caused Dominic to tremble and buck his hips as he reached his own climax, dry but just as delightful and just as powerful. He gasped for breath as the ripples of pleasure pulsated through his cocklet and his young balls drew up tightly under his slender cocklet. He knew of no greater pleasure a boy could know, and he was thankful Cory had convinced him to try it.

So was young Jonah as he too quivered and gasped with his dry orgasm, his little cocklet itching and throbbing with the strange and delightful pleasure, his little undeveloped balls drawn back up into his body so that they had practically disappeared. All boys, at an age much younger than seven, mess with their dinks and delight in the pleasure that results, but misguided and envious adults quickly bring an end to that universal pleasure so that most by the age of seven have been conditioned not to seek the pleasure. Jonah was one of the reborn so to speak. He did not care what his father preached about self-abuse and the sin of onanism, this was a pleasure to be experienced, and he was in the company of those who held the same belief.

Seeing his best buddy squirting brought Anthony to the brink, and he had Cory hold the candy bowl in front of his swollen, aching cock just in time to catch his spurtings. Like Cory his early-teen cum was thin and copious, sending another six squirts of watery cum into the bowl. Cory slowly pulled up on the swollen flesh, milking out his buddy's remaining cum just as Dominic had milked out his own. He knew exactly how his best buddy was feeling, which made what he was doing all the hotter. Anthony's remaining cum oozed out of the burning tip of his swollen cock and hung in a pendant from the tip of his dick to the pool of cum in the dish.

Terry was next to add his load to that of his two buddies, and he was still squirting his early-teen cum into the candy bowl when Kenneth shuffled over and began to add his. He came just as violently as the younger teens, but his cum was thicker and whiter, reflecting the more abundant sperm and the milky solution to nourish them. The boys of course watched his spurting with interest, both those who could come and those who could not yet. Anton was one of those between, sometimes his still developing balls developing enough juice to squirt, usually thin and watery, and other times his orgasm being dry. This day was one of the wet times, and his thin, translucent shot spurted into the bowl with just as much pleasure as the other boys had felt.

"You better remember to wash that dish out before your parents get home," observed Anthony.

"Yeah. They might mistake it for chip dip," observed Terry with a smile as he reached for a chip and the boys all giggled at the idea.

"That'd make an awesome dip," observed Anthony, debating if he should try it as he reached for a chip also.

"Bet it'd taste great on toast," said Jonah, causing them all to giggle again.

"To great friends," Cory said on impulse, raising the dish in the air, and then bringing it to his lips, tipping it and taking a sip. The slimy, sticky mixture of boy juice clung to his lips and formed a streamer connecting his lips to the bowl as he drew it away. His tongue snaked out and cut off the streamer.

Anthony immediately took the dish and similarly raised it in the air. "To great friends, and to Cory for a fucking awesome party," he said, bringing the bowl of slime to his lips and taking a sip also. He grinned over at his best buddy, his lips now smeared with the whitish, slimy concoction. One by one the others each took the dish and made the same toast to friendship and to Cory, and each smiled with impish joy as he passed the bowl on, his lips glistening with the combined boy juice of the five boys.

"So, anyone ready for ice cream cake?"

"Oh yeah! Think it will taste as good as fresh cum?" Terry joked.

"Hey, maybe we should jerk off another load as topping to the cake."

"Naw, it'd be so hot it'd melt the ice cream," observed Anthony to the amusement of the boys.

Cutting the cake into seven large pieces, the boys quickly consumed it, their lips now glistening with ice cream.

"Oh maaaannn, that was good."

"Yeah. Awesome. But now I'm horny again."

"Anthony, you're always horny," Cory joked and the others all laughed.

"Oh yeah? Look whose talking," Anthony retorted good-naturedly, causing the others to laugh again.

"So, what should we do?"

Cory's eyes narrowed and went blank as he concentrated. His fingers drummed rhythmically on his naked thigh and his breathing became slow and deep. Anthony smiled. Whatever his buddy was thinking of, it was sure to be good.

"I feel like fucking ass," he finally said as his eyes brightened once again. It had barely been thirty seconds, but it had seemed like thirty minutes to the others. "How many guys here have fucked ass before besides me?" he asked as he raised his hand. Anthony immediately raised his and Anton slowly followed. "And who has had their ass fucked?" Anton and Kenneth reluctantly raised their hands and Dominic shyly raised his, having lost his prune to Cory at Cory's first party two weeks ago.

"Mine's been finger fucked, if that counts," Jonah confessed, Cory also being responsible for teaching the boy that pleasure.

"Sure," said Cory reassuringly as he smiled at the seven-year-old. "Looks like you're the only one to have done both," he continued as he looked at Anton. "You must really like it."

"I do," confessed Anton. "I like it a lot, especially getting fucked." It was true. As Cory had been thinking what to do, the memory of the first time he'd gotten his ass fucked, two months ago by Cory beside their pool while Anthony had fucked his kid brother flashed through his mind, and then doing it again a week and a half later. He had hated it. It was filthy and demeaning, a vulgar homo act kids like Cory and others who attended the public school engaged in, not a Gilles. Then he'd discovered what his father did in his daily jogs and Bob Moser had begun fucking him in the park. He'd hated that too, the perversion, the humiliation, being used, but his perverse, warped mind wanted it too, and when Bob wasn't there he was disappointed. And then a week ago his dad had fucked him, and he'd wanted his dad to do it to him, though for the past week he'd been unable to look his dad in the face without feeling guilt and shame. Dads were not supposed to mess around with their preteen sons. It was sinful, and illegal, and disgusting. It had also felt good, very good.

"Everyone who wants to fuck Anton's ass raise your hands." Of course everyone raised them. "I think we should start with someone whose never fucked ass before," Cory announced as he glanced around. "Let's start with the smallest dick and work up to the largest. Jonah, I guess you're first up!"

"And he really means up," Anthony observed wittily, causing them all to giggle.

Piling a couple sofa cushions on the floor, Cory had Anton lay on his back with his hips on the pillow, and then had him suck Jonah's little dick until it was hard. The blond-haired seven-year-old preacher's son knelt between Anton's outspread legs and looking down as he placed the tip of his stiff little cocklet against Anton's asshole, he slowly sank his cocklet up his ass. It was not difficult given the boy's dick was no thicker and no longer than a man's little finger. Jonah felt hot, moist flesh surround his aching, throbbing little tool for the first time. From the pleasure it caused, it would not be the last time. Following Cory's instructions, he began to slowly work his hips to and fro, easing his stiff little cocklet in and out of Anton's hot, moist ass. It felt great.

Anton, having been screwed many times before, worked his sphincter in time with Jonah's thrusts, tightening it as he withdrew, and relaxing as he eased his cocklet back up his rectum to ease the pain of being penetrated, and to increase his own pleasure. This was different from any of the other times though. For one, Jonah was only seven, and being twelve and fucked by a seven-year-old boy was even more perverse than being fucked by a boy closer to his age or by an adult. For another, Jonah's dick was tiny compared to the others that had penetrated his rectum, not that the pleasure was any less. In fact, that was the biggest difference.

While Cory had been thinking what they should do, he'd been thinking about the times he'd gotten his ass fucked, and how despite the humiliation and degradation, how good it had felt. In fact the more he thought about it the more he realized just how much he'd enjoyed it. He was disappointed when Bob hadn't shown up in the park because he liked getting fucked by his monster cock. He had wanted his dad to fuck him because he had an itch deep up his rectum just like François had minutes earlier, and because his dad was stiff and aching for sex and he wanted to please his dad, and himself. He'd only thought about it for thirty seconds, but in that short time he was aching to be fucked. He could think of no greater pleasure than the stimulation of having his asshole stretched and massaged, of feeling a cock inside him, of bringing another guy pleasure.

He was bringing young Jonah pleasure, a pleasure the seven-year-old had never known was possible. His first thrusts and withdrawals had been awkward and he'd been very self-conscious about not pulling back too far so his dicklet slipped out and of being watched by the other boys. It was not long before he forgot both as the throbbing of his cock and the burning of his little knob became his focus and he began to pump his hips to and fro as if it was perfectly natural. It was perfectly natural, and it was only cruel and zealots like his father who made such a beautiful and pleasant act into a sin and a perversion. As the itchiness of his dickhead grew, Jonah grasped Anton's hips and fucked his ass like a little bunny. Anton was squirming with the pleasure also and his breathing growing just as labored. Both boys closed their eyes and threw their heads back as they gasped and grunted with the intense pleasure as the others waited and watched. As Jonah trembled and groaned openly and unabashedly with his dry orgasm, the first from fucking a boy's ass, his pleasure was evident in his pretty deep blue eyes, as was Anton's from the smile on his parted lips.

Dominic was next. He, to his surprise and delight, was already stiff just from watching Jonah and from the sexual electricity in the air. He straddled Anton's chest and let the twelve-year-old slick up his cocklet with spittle, and then anxiously knelt between his legs as Jonah had done, eager to experience fucking another guy's ass but worried if he'd be able to do it at the same time. To his embarrassment, it took him a few tries to get at the right angle, but with Anton's eagerness and with the slenderness of his dick and Cory's guidance, he managed to ease his aching, throbbing dick into Anton's eager hole. He slowly worked his hips to and fro, severely conscious of the others watching him, and of the great privilege of being admitted into their group. Although he desperately wanted to be, he was nowhere near as outgoing and daring as Cory, Anthony or Terry, and he certainly was never as precocious as Jonah at that age.

The throbbing of his dick and itchy pleasure causing his sheathed knob to burn pleasantly soon overwhelmed his self-consciousness. As he worked his hips to and fro, his long, blond hair fell down over his eyes as it was wont to do and it bounced against his nose as he engaged in his first piece of ass. As he felt Anton's hot, moist ass grip his throbbing cocklet each time he withdrew and as he felt the hot flesh throb about his slender boner, he knew how Cory must have felt fucking him. It was that thought that brought him over the edge and he trembled with his violent dry orgasm as Anton trembled with his.

Although he'd just climaxed, Anton was eager to be plowed, and he willingly and almost desperately slicked up Terry's stiff cock, which was actually slightly shorter than Dominic's in that Dominic's long foreskin extended beyond the tip, but which was fatter, the thirteen-year-old's cock being more the thickness of a man's thumb. Much to his later guilt he'd been eager for Bob Moser to plow him each time he'd gone jogging in the park with his father, and that night in his bed he'd been eager to have his father fuck him too, but those times paled in comparison to how he felt at the moment. Never had he felt such a desire to be fucked, such a desire to feel a guy's stiff cock up his ass.

He eagerly pushed out with his stomach muscles as Terry pressed forward, his young, rock-hard, spit-slick cock easily stretching open his sphincter. Like the boys before him, this was Terry's first time fucking ass, and also like the boys before him, from the pleasure he felt having his aching boner surrounded by hot, moist flesh and the waves of pleasure rippling up it as he began fucking, it would not be his last either. He'd wondered what it might be like from the first day he'd watched Bob Moser and Lane Spudder having their pleasure in the park as Lad had fucked Goosey Gilles. Now he was finding out. It felt, as far as he was concerned, as good as fucking cunt, or at least how he imagined fucking cunt would feel like, not having had that opportunity yet, though he certainly was working on it with several girls at school. Being athletic and outgoing, he was making good progress. One advantage of doing a guy he realized was that he didn't have to wear a condom and worry about getting him pregnant. Shooting his load up Anton's ass, he threw back his head and sighed with the pleasure. That was a very definite advantage.

As Anthony stepped forward, his young, stiff cock jerked excitedly and eagerly in anticipation, to everyone's amusement. The thirteen-year-old could not help recalling the times he'd fucked Anton's kid brother, and Anton could not help thinking that he was about to be fucked by the guy who'd fucked his younger brother's ass. Anthony's cock was about the same length and thickness as Terry's, and by then Anton had been stretched open long enough that he didn't need to slick up Anthony's cock with spit. Besides, as Terry had eased his cock out, the tightness of Anton's asshole had squeezed out Terry's remaining cum which would provide any slickness Anthony needed.

Experience and eagerness on the part of both boys, and Terry's slime, made penetration easy, and Anthony smiled down at Anton as he began to pump his aching, throbbing cock in and out of his hot, moist hole. It felt great, as he knew it would, and as he eased his cock in and out of Anton's ass, he wondered if when Anton returned home and saw his brother what he'd be thinking knowing both of them had his cock up their ass. It was a hot thought, as was the thought that he was sliding in dick through Terry's slime, and that soon he would be adding his own. He inhaled deeply with the pleasure pulsating through his swollen flesh and with the erotic thoughts filling his mind, and it was not long before the thirteen-year-old was spurting his thin, early teen cum up Anton's rectum.

Cory was next, and he smiled as he looked down at Anton with his legs eagerly spread for him just like his mother did. That was so fucking hot, fucking both son and mother, and he wondered if maybe sometime he should invite Anton to join him and his mother and fuck the two of them, one after the other in each other's presence. Now that would really be fucking hot. And it would be fitting. After all, both of them were eager to be fucked thanks to him.

It was of course not the first time Cory and Anton had screwed, and as Cory worked his cock in and out of Anton's rectum, Anton recalled those earlier times beside the pool when Cory had fucked him as Anthony had fucked his brother. He also could not help thinking about Cory spending the nights with his mother and his suspicion they were not just sleeping, and that the baby in her belly was really his. He worked his sphincter muscle in time with Cory's thrusts and withdrawals and Cory could not help thinking it was just like Anton's mother working her cunt. He worked his hips to and fro slowly and rhythmically but the idea of fucking mother and son was just too hot. Anton found it hot too and the thought that the hot, throbbing cock spurting cum up his rectum was the same cock that had spurted cum up his mother's cunt, and had likely knocked her up, had him trembling with his third orgasm of the evening.

Despite being almost three inches [7½cm] longer than Cory and almost twice as thick, Kenneth had no need to be lubed as he took his place between Anton's outspread legs next. Despite having been fucked five times already, his anus was not sore and Anton was feeling neither weary nor used. He was in fact looking forward to being plugged by the largest cock yet, Kenneth being almost as long and as thick as Bob Moser. As he felt Kenneth's knob stretch open his sphincter, and then his long, thick cock plunge deep up his rectum he was not disappointed. His rectum itched and ached for a good fucking just as badly as it had ached and itched half an hour ago as Jonah had been about to mount him. As Kenneth began working his cock in and out of his body, Anton shuddered with pure delight.

As for Kenneth, he was not sure how to feel about what was happening. It had been one hot evening, that he could not deny, no more than he could deny that having his stiff, aching cock surrounded by hot, moist flesh felt wonderful, as wonderful as he'd ever imagined fucking would be. His cock ached and throbbed and itched with even greater pleasure than the pleasure he felt jerking himself off. That was great, but that was also a problem. He was still a virgin as far as girls were concerned, but he was totally straight, so why was he here messing around with a bunch of guys, and why guys in their early teens and preteens? Even more perturbing, why was he enjoying it so much! As he shot his thick, teenage cum up Anton's rectum it was with a strange mixture of pleasure and guilt, of rapture and shame.

The boys refueled on caramel popcorn and plates of Natchos and cheese melted in the microwave and washed down with soda pop as they watched a couple more porn videos borrowed from Mister Muller's collection, a couple bi films with a lot of action between young guys and girls and between members of the same sex, both male and female, and a vid clip simply entitled Kdv02 about a fourteen-year-old boy jacking off who is joined by a ten-year-old boy who strips and joins him. The extra sugar and carbs combined with their viewing entertainment did nothing to quell their desires, not that there was anything that could considering they were young and perpetually horny.

As he watched the two boys messing around with each other in the sixteen minute vid clip, Cory absent-mindedly reached down and caressed Anthony's firm, compact ass, and Anthony responded by reaching down and stroking Cory's inner thighs, knowing how sensitive they were and how stroking them turned Cory on. Cory's young cock quickly swelling and rising in the air was proof of that, which Anthony knew from touch alone in that his eyes were glued to the vid clip. From the way Cory was caressing his ass and running a finger up and down along his crack and fingering his pucker, Anthony had a good idea where their messing around was going to lead but he had no problem with that. He'd fucked ass several times along with Cory but he'd never been fucked himself. After having seen Cory and Dominic, he'd thought about it though, and had decided if the opportunity ever arouse with the right person he wouldn't object to trying it. As Cory slipped his pointer finger along his ass crack, he knew the opportunity had arisen. His best buddy was certainly the right person. As the vid clip ended with the two boys kissing, Cory and Anthony looked into each other's eyes and each knew what the other was thinking.

Terry, Jonah and Anton had been sitting together and fiddling with themselves as they'd watched the clip, and it was only natural that they'd reach over and begin to fiddle with each other when it was over. It was also only natural that their play would progress into the formation of a daisy chain with Anton sucking Terry, Terry sucking Jonah, and Jonah sucking Anton. Terry had been sucked by Jonah over two months ago when he and Cory had watched Jonah suck and filch Goosey Gilles, and he now finally returned the favor. As for Jonah and Anton, both had sucked cock before, and each eagerly slipped his lips over his partner's cock and began to suck.

That left Dominic and Kenneth, an unlikely pair considering how Kenneth ordered Dominic around every time he went to his house, mainly of course to please Dominic's sister and in the hopes that by doing so he'd win her favor and would end up between her legs. Watching Cory slipping his stiff cock up Anthony's ass, he at first considered fucking Dominic, but as attractive as that idea was, considering his size and that Dominic's first time had only been two weeks ago, he decided against it. Seeing the others form a daisy chain, he considered sixty-nining with the young boy, but in the end, he instead spread his legs and offered Dominic his ass. That was funny in a way in that it was Dominic's sister than he'd been hoping to have sex with, not Dominic, and it was he who he'd thought would be doing the screwing!

As he worked his slender cock in and out of Anthony's rectum, Cory smiled down at him and Anthony returned the smile. Engaging in sex was always reason to smile, but when it was with your best buddy there was even more reason. He leaned over on impulse and kissed Anthony on the lips like they'd seen the two boys in the vid clip do, and the hot throbbing between their legs doubled in intensity. Anthony clamped his sphincter about Cory's young cock and wrapped his legs about his waist as the ripples of arousal pulsated through his rectum. Cory trembled with arousal also as he pumped his hips to and fro, sliding his stiff, aching cock in and out of his best buddy, bringing the two of them pleasure that society would deny them.

Anton, Terry and Jonah were all tensing also as they felt the same pressure developing in their loins as Anthony and Cory, a pressure that was by then well known by each of them and enjoyed as much as the very first time they'd experienced it. Each boy sucked deeply on the throbbing cock in his mouth as his own cock throbbed with the same pleasure, each knowing that any second he would reach his climax and each delighting not only in anticipation of that awesome pleasure but also in the fact that he was bringing that same pleasure to another boy.

Dominic felt himself approaching that ultimate peak of pleasure once again also, as did Kenneth. Although five years apart in age, that pleasure was not that much different. That he was fucking his sister's boyfriend was not lost on the shy twelve-year-old, nor was the fact that from the way he was squirming and the way his stiff, seven-inch [18cm] cock was jerking about Kenneth was obviously enjoying what they were doing also. He had begun fucking Kenneth with the idea of seeking revenge on his sister, fucking the boy she loved, and revenge on Kenneth for the way he bossed him around, but as the pleasure pulsating out from their union flowed through his body, all he could think of was how great it felt, and how great it was for two guys to experience such pleasure. Throwing back his head and closing his eyes, he sighed with the sweet pain ripping through his knob as he reached his climax, his thighs numb and weak and his right leg convulsing uncontrollably. At the same time Kenneth erupted, his thick teenage cum spurting out of his stiff cock and spraying the six-foot-two [1.88m], two-hundred-and-twenty pound [100kg] football player's broad, muscular chest and the thin, smooth chest of the four-foot-seven [1.40m], eighty pound [36kg] boy fucking him. He had no idea why he'd chosen this act for the two of them to engage in, and at first he'd thought it perverse to be getting fucked by a twelve-year-old boy, but like Dominic, as the pleasure pulsating about his rectum increased and he sensed the immense pleasure the boy above him was feeling, he felt a sense of compassion and caring for the boy that he'd never felt before. When he came, it was with as much delight that he'd brought pleasure to the boy with his dicklet up his ass as it was the exotic pleasure of shooting off his load.

Oblivious to everything else other than their own pleasure, Cory and Anthony grunted and quivered with their own climaxes as Cory shot his juice up Anthony's rectum and Anthony sprayed the two of them with his watery, early teen cum. Cory thrust his stiff, spurting cock in and out of Anthony rapidly, trying to match each squirt with a thrust. His thin, watery, early teen cum spurted deep up Anthony's rectum with a force only a thirteen-year-old boy can have, and as he pumped his stiff cock in and out of Anthony, Anthony squeezed his sphincter tight with his own explosion, his own early teen cum shooting through the air with the same force, streaking his smooth, panting chest and that of his best friend plowing his ass.

Terry, Anton and Jonah all quivered with their own orgasms, two dry and one wet, but all as delightful and as powerful. Anton eagerly swallowed Terry's early teen cum, delighting in the taste and texture of his boy juice, his own developing balls having run dry but his body quivering in delight with his dry orgasm. Jonah trembled with that still awesome and mysterious pleasure also, his slender noodle swollen and numb and his little balls drawn up into his body. Terry sucked on the silky little cocklet, knowing the pleasure he was bringing Jonah was the same pleasure he was feeling as he spurted out his boy juice once again.

The boys said nothing as they finally disentangled themselves and lay back, their eyes closed and their chests rising and falling as they enjoyed the bliss of having climaxed, the fresh aroma of cum filling the air and their lungs. Exhausted by the day's activity, the seven boys slowly dropped off to sleep. As he was dozing off, Cory glanced about the room, satisfied that his party had been a success and delighted he'd be seeing his mom and dad again tomorrow even if it did mean an end to opportunities like this. He noticed Dominic and Kenneth snuggled up together in each other's arms and for a moment he thought he saw an aurora enveloping and pulsating about each of them sort of like the light you see in movies when a guy's supposed to be an angel or something. The two merged and sort of blended together in color and were gone. Figuring his eyes were tired and playing tricks on him in the pale moonlight or that he was lightheaded from too much sex, he thought no more of it as he snuggled up in Anthony's arms.

The next day all seven slept in until late morning, and all seven woke up with a morning wood. Cory, Anthony and Terry were the first to awake, and after stretching and yawning and scratching where it itched, the three friends silently formed a daisy chain there on the floor of the family room and began the morning with a drink of fresh early teen cum. While the three were eagerly and joyfully sucking on each other's stiff, throbbing straw, Dominic and Kenneth awoke in each other's arms, and seeing the three on the floor the two didn't say a word as they formed a sixty-nine, Dominic eagerly slipping his lips over Kenneth's huge purple-red knob, and Kenneth slipping his mouth over Dominic's slender, pale white cocklet. Anton and Jonah were the last to awake and they followed the example set by the others. It was a great way to begin the day.

While the boys were happily engaged, Molly was wandering Westbank Park, flashing the old men sitting on the park benches and a couple dirty panhandlers hassling people for change. The older and more disgusting the men were the more lustfully they stared at her and the greater the charge she got out of exposing her breasts and vulva. From the park she headed over to the Westbank Center and wandered the large mall looking for men to expose herself to. After having wandered the park for an hour, she was feeling particularly daring and randy. Spotting the security guard she'd flashed earlier in the week she went through her "oh dear I've dropped my purse" routine, except this time she had gotten careless and more spilled out than she'd intended. She was still picking up her loose change when he stepped up to her.

"You know girl, you gonna git in trouble if you keep doin' dat."

"Doing what?" Molly asked, grabbing the last of the coins and standing up and looking at him innocently but her heart racing. She'd never stuck around long enough for any of the men she'd flashed to actually talk to her.

"Ah ben keepin' ma eye on you, girl" the guard said, stepping in front of her as she tried to walk away.

"Oh, really?" Molly replied coquettishly, feeling aroused and disgusted at the same time.

"Ah knows wut yo up to."

"I don't know what you mean," Molly replied, starting to get a little worried.

"Oh, ah tink yo do. An' I tink yo momma and poppa would be quite shocked to learn just wut their little darlin' has ben doin'." Molly's heart speeded up. "Now, ah don' tink you wan me to be reportin' yo indecent activities to yo parents, or to da authorities, do you girl?" Molly definitely didn't want that. "Well, you jus come along wit me an' we'll see if you can convince me why ah shouldn't do dat."

As Molly followed him, she tried to think of what she could say to possibly convince him of her innocence. She could say she wasn't wearing any clean panties because, well, she'd run out of laundry soap, which was why she was at the mall. She could claim she didn't know anyone could see anything. She was so busy trying to think up excuses, she didn't pay much attention to where they were going, and just assumed they were going to the security office or something like that. Unlocking one of the doors, he pushed her ahead of him down the short, narrow corridor to a tiny room barely more than seven feet square, a former custodial storage room no longer used with the renovation of the mall and where he came to catch forty winks or to have a shot of cheap wine. It had a folding cot with an old blanket, a stool, a shelf with a half empty wine bottle and an overflowing ashtray, and a naked overhead bulb. It smelled of dust and stale smoke and sour wine.

"Now, let's have a good look at whut yo ben flashin' me."

As he reached out and slipped his large, rough hands inside her blouse, easy with her half-unbuttoned blouse, Molly realized he was not intending on having a discussion about her behavior. The idea of the old men and the losers at Lincoln Junior High that she'd flashed getting turned on and wanting to touch her breasts had been erotic while she'd been flashing them, but the reality of the black security guard actually touching her was disgusting. Her first thought was to escape, but he was well over two-hundred pounds [90kg], twice her weight, and though that was mostly fat and he was as old as her grandfather, she was no match for him as she tried to squirm out of his clutch. Her second thought was that she'd report him. She looked at the badge on his uniform. Elijah Dean.

Eli easily unbuttoned the few remaining buttons of Molly's blouse and as he squeezed and massaged her young, budding boobs he smiled. His nephew Billy could use a girl like her in his business. He knew Billy would prefer to break her in himself, but he also knew Billy took used goods. He ran his fingers over her nipples and Molly squirmed with the irritation, her tender young nipples quickly becoming firm. That was not all that was becoming firm.

"No! Don't! I'll scream," she warned as he ran a hand up her thigh and under her short skirt.

"Go ahead. Scream all you wan' girl," Eli responded. "Ain't nobody around gonna hear." His fingers were on her crack, small and tight, her hairs so silky and fine as only a thirteen-year-old can have. He massaged the lips of her crack roughly as he bent over and kissed her on the lips. It was a one-sided kiss, but that would change in time.

Molly wanted to puke. The stench of his foul breath and the groping of his hand between her legs were revolting. She struck at him with her fists but he easily grabbed them and pinned them back as he kissed her again, a wet, slobbery kiss. His breath smelled of tobacco. As he let go with one hand to grope her between the legs again, she tried to scratch him and he slapped her hard across the face, snapping her head against the wall. She could taste blood.

"I'll tell."

"I'm sure your classmates will enjoy the tale," he said with a grin.

Mauling her cunt, he resumed kissing her, her lips, her cheeks, her lovely, developing boobs. She heard his zipper being pulled down and she struck at him and screamed only to have him crush her up against the wall. She could feel him, hard and hot, pressing against her flat belly, against her womanhood, just like they described in the Harlequin romance novels she and her friends snuck from their mothers' collections and read, but this was not romantic. It was not love. It was vulgar and crude and wrong. This was not how it was supposed to be. This was not how she was supposed to lose her virginity.

"Please, please. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just don't…"

"You'll do anyting fo sho girl," Eli said with a leer. He flexed his knees and pressed the tip of his fat, black cock against her virgin pussy. He worked up a gob of spittle and drooled it over his black knob and along her slit. He should probably use lube for her first time, but that wasn't something a fifty-nine-year-old black man carried around with him. Besides, what was a little pain? The little white slut had been asking for this. What did she expect flashing her boobs and her little girl cunt in his face? He pressed forward, his cock rigid with arousal. It wasn't every day a man of his age got to crack a young girl's cherry, or that a black man got to break in a young white girl.

Molly cried out in pain as she felt his thick, black cock burst her hymen. It stretched open her tender, virgin pussy and rapidly sank up her vagina. He rammed it all the way in, until his coarse black hairs were pressing against her pubes, and then began to fuck her rapidly and savagely, banging her against the brick wall, seeing only his own satisfaction. He grunted and snorted like an animal in rut. He was an animal. A filthy, dirty, lust-crazed animal. Tears began to roll down her soft cheeks as he brutally raped her but he didn't care. She'd been asking for this for two weeks. Browsing through the computer games at the Computer Zone only a dozen stores down the mall and wondering which one Cory might enjoy playing with him, a choice he hadn't had for years, Ben Hanson had no idea what was happening in the dusty, cramped little room. Even though he didn't know, it was a fitting revenge for all the times she'd hassled him and accused him of staring at her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked up at Billy questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi."

"Hi."

"What you up to?"

"Just goin' for a walk."

"I see."

"You?"

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

"I see."

"You wanna toss a while?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess I should be heading home."

"Yeah, me too."

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

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

"Maybe we can do it again some time."

"Yeah! That would be so awesome!"

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

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

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

"A computer?" asked Cory in surprise.

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

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

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

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

"Thanksgiving?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Well… maybe… most others maybe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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