Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 28-30

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Jogging? With the three of you?"

"Yes. It will be good training for you. Your performance these past few games has been far from satisfactory. Besides, I've noticed you've been putting on some extra weight."

Julian was about to retort that his father had no room to talk on either account. Their game had sucked all season, and a large part of it had to do with his father's incompetence as a coach. That was the plain and simple truth. No matter what Bob Moser's faults were, nobody could deny he knew soccer and he knew how to coach. Both Julian and his father knew many of the team wished he was back, even if he was a drug-pushing pedo fag, which some still believed he was despite the court having said otherwise. And, as far as weight, his father had been packing on the pounds too. Even though Cory had been gone now for two weeks, his mother was still cooking rich meals and desserts which none of them could resist.

"I'd really rather not."

"It's not a choice."

"That's not fair!" His younger sister had gotten her belly button pierced and a provocative tattoo on her backside, and had gotten herself knocked up by a nigger, and his younger brother, well, his behaviour recently had totally weirded the whole family out. Yet in the end, after a violent explosion and a lot of ranting and raving on his father's part, they got off scot free. He, on the other hand, because of his father's inept coaching and his mother's baking, was going to be punished by going out jogging with his father and brothers. That so sucked.

Julius could not agree more but he couldn't say so. Life was not fair, what he was asking Julian to do did suck, and he didn't want him to join him jogging any more than Julian wanted to go with him. The point was, Julian didn't have a choice, and nor did he. Bob Moser and Lane Spudder had been particularly angry after their loss to Weaver Central High School on Saturday and justifiably so, wchs being one of the weakest teams in the league and until Saturday hadn't won a game. Humiliating him and his sons that night, making him lick Lad clean after getting fucked and making his sons beg to be fucked, had not been enough. They demanded they bring Julian with them next time so they could tell him first hand what they thought of him being team captain.

He'd begged Bob not to, there in the park naked and on his knees in front of his two boys, telling him he'd do anything and everything he asked if he'd spare Julian. He was aware of the darts of hatred from his other two boys and he knew they were thinking why spare Julian when he hadn't tried to spare them. He hadn't had a choice then either. Actually, the truth was he hadn't known back then the extent of the animosity and perversity of Bob Moser and young Lane Spudder. He'd expected their humiliation and abuse to be a one time thing, not an ongoing punishment now entering its tenth week, and he'd expected they'd be forced to perform the one perverted act, not debased to the point where Bob couldn't possibly come up with anything else.

Nothing other than threaten to reveal what he and his sons had been doing in the park and to force him to extend their perverted orgies to include his oldest son. Of course Bob had no evidence, but as Bob had said, people were condemned without evidence, even if they were innocent, and he and his sons were far from innocent. His coaching job, as poorly as he'd done, was his foot in the door to the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys. He couldn't lose it after finally getting it after all these years. And if word about their perverted acts got out, not only would he lose his job teaching at Lincoln Junior High, as much as he was hating it more and more each day, but he'd never get another teaching job in the country. And there were his sons. They'd be kicked out of the Academy and would have to go to the public schools, and further humiliated by having the perverted activities they'd been engaging in gossiped about town.

He had no choice. He'd explained that to his two sons on the way home but he knew they hadn't believed him. Anton in particular was becoming more and more defiant. He'd always resented being the middle boy, and now that he was about to enter his teens his attitude had gotten even worse. When Julian joined them in his sweats the next day they evidently had not warned him what he was about to have happen to him. That didn't mean they understood there was no choice. It meant they hated Julian for what was happening to them as much as they hated him. Why had his life become such a disaster?

And so they parked in the parking lot and jogged along the walking path through Westbank Park, veering off the trail and heading toward the dense bushes along the west side near the freeway. Anton and François normally approached the dense tree line with a mix of excitement, desire, despair, and apprehension. They looked forward to the enjoyment and physical pleasure of having sex, especially raw and unrestrained sex, but they dreaded just as strongly the humiliation and the worry just what Bob and Lane might have in mind next. Like their father, just as they thought things could not get worse, Bob Moser came up with a new and even more degrading twist. This day, they approached with the added anxiety of having their older brother with them, with the anxiety of what he might be made to do, especially considering it was him who Bob and Lane hated, not them, and the even greater anxiety of him finding out just what they and their father had been doing these past two months.

Julius pushed his way through the bushes with much the same feelings. On the one hand he was anxious to get humped by Lad, but on the other he hated what was happening to his sons, and he hated even more what was about to happen to Julian and what Julian was about to learn about him and his brothers. In fact, he'd come prepared to have a showdown with Bob Moser. A man can only take so much. Stepping into the clearing, he was surprised to find not just Bob and Lane, but Spence Spudder also. Now including one of the boys he was coaching was going too far! He glanced around for Lad and was relieved, in part anyway, that the German Shepard was not there.

"No, your shaggy lover hasn't arrived," Bob said with a smirk. "But I'm glad to see you've brought the star of the rgab Soccer Team. Maybe he can take your lover's place."

Julius glared at Bob as his two youngest sons stood there uncertain what to do. Normally they'd immediately stripped, and were whipped if they didn't. Julian stared at the three in the clearing in surprise. What were they doing here, and what did Bob Moser mean about his father's shaggy lover?

"Actually, we were discussing what we'd do before you got here, which is right on time I notice," Bob said with a leer. "We figured it only appropriate Spence show his appreciation to Julian for his leadership as the new team captain, you know, ex-captain to captain, and perhaps you and I should pair up, coach to ex-coach. I'm sure your other two boys can keep Lane occupied, especially your little bottom boy." Julian blushed, knowing Bob was referring to him.

"Actually, with his chain and collar, I thought maybe he should take Lad's place if he didn't show," observed Lane. Bob and Spence had laughed when he'd suggested it while they'd been waiting, and they laughed again. Anton blushed even more and Julius turned red with embarrassment and anger. Life was bad enough without Anton making it worse.

"There won't be any pairing up and any anyone taking anyone's place, not today, not ever again. It's over."

"You sure you want to do that?"

"I should have refused the very first day."

"Like I told you Saturday, I'm sure the board at rgab and the Trustees for Riverside Public will be most interested to hear about your secret pastimes."

"You'll have no proof, and if it comes to your word versus mine, I know which of us people will believe." Julius was not above using Bob's undeserved reputation against him when it came to protecting himself and his sons.

"People don't need proof to pass judgement on you. Especially when it comes to judging people in your position, a coach and a teacher. I of all people should know that. As should you."

Bob was right. "I don't care," Julius bluffed.

"And you don't care when the truth comes out about your two sons?"

"You'd have to incriminate yourselves to do that," Julius challenged.

"Oh, I don't think so," Bob said with a smile. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he took out several pictures and handed them to Julius. Julius blanched at the sight of him naked and on his hands and knees getting humped by Lad, and of the pictures of his sons getting their asses fucked and clearly enjoying it. The two guys fucking them were positioned such that you couldn't tell their identities though you could that of himself and his sons.

"Where, where, where did you get these?"

"Don't matter. We got more. A lot more. You and your sons kissing for example, and snowballing. Now I'm sure that will impress the Trustees at rgab."

"Dad? What's going on? What is he talking about, kissing and snowballing? We've never been anywhere where there's been snow. And we've never-at least not you and I…"

"Enough talking," Bob interrupted. "Your daddy can tell you all about it on your way home. Now look what you've done. With all this gabbing you've cooled off, and you know we like you hot and sweaty. Drop and give us fifty pushups."

Julius glared at the man but he knew with the pictures now he really had no choice. "I'll do what you want, anything. Just let Julian go."

"Next time you don't jump to obey or you open your mouth to say anything other than 'yes sir,' this picture goes up in the Lincoln Junior High boys washroom," Bob said, holding up the picture of Julius and Lad. "And the second time, one of these of your boys in the Glencoe Academy washroom, and the third time we'll see the soccer team finds one in the lockers. You," Bob snorted with amusement, "get the picture?"

Julius did, and he knew Bob Moser would do it. So did Anton and François, who were horrified to think that anyone in the public school would see the picture of their dad getting fucked by a dog, or anyone at rgab would see one of them getting screwed. As Bob began to raise an eyebrow, the three of them dropped to the ground. Julian stared at them, and then at Bob, and at the picture he was holding. He slowly dropped to the ground also, totally shocked and bewildered.

Fifty pushups later, the four stood, gasping for breath and sweating like pigs. Bob, Lane and Spence had stripped in the meantime, and Bob ordered the four of them to do likewise. Julius and his two younger sons were used to the routine and pulled off their jogging sweaters and pushed down their jogging pants in silent humiliation. Julian did so much more self-consciously, and as absurd as the thought was, he had a good idea why they were doing it, especially with Moser and the Spudders already naked.

Ordering Julius, Anton and Julian to their knees, Bob ordered Julius and Anton to show Julian how skilled they were at getting him and Lane up. Blushing with embarrassment and seething with anger, anger at Bob Moser and at himself for being unable to prevent what was happening, Julius picked up Moser's limp cock, slipped his lips over it and began to suck as he slid his lips up and down the shaft. He could only imagine what his son was thinking, seeing his father kneeling there naked and sucking another man's cock. Painfully conscious of his older brother watching, Anton similarly picked up Lane's limp cock and leaned forward and began to lick it. It was humiliating, but the truth was he loved cock, he loved the way it tasted, he loved the way it smelled, and he was looking forward to being fucked by the good-looking, darkly tanned, athletic teenager. Although Lane had told him about what was going on yesterday, Spence could not believe what he was seeing, his despised coach sucking the cock of Bob Moser, and his pretentious and clearly faggot son licking the dick of his thirteen-year-old kid brother. Julian was having an even greater problem with what he was seeing.

"Okay, enough observing," said Bob as he looked at Julian, "this isn't brain surgery. Get to your knees and do Spence."

Julian looked at him blankly. No way. Not in a million years! Not anybody, and certainly not his teammate and classmate.

"What I told your ol'man goes for you too sport. You just had your one and only chance. Hesitate again, and your ol'man's picture goes up in the boy's room at his school, and then one of your brothers in your school, just like I told your ol'man." Bob smiled. "What do you think your teammates will say when they see a picture of your brother getting it up the ass, or how long it will take for the news your dad and their coach likes getting it on with a dog?" Julian knew very well what they'd say, and what they'd think about him. "All right," Bob said with a shrug. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

"No! No. I'll, I'll do it."

"Too late. You got to learn I mean what I say, and I don't repeat it twice. As you can see your father and brother have learned that."

Julian looked at his father and brother sucking on the now stiff cocks and he thought about his humiliation when his teammates saw Anton's picture. And Bob Moser was right. Word about his dad being fucked by a dog would spread like wildfire.

"Please. I'll do it!"

"Now you're going to have to drop on your knees and beg for it."

Julian looked at his ex-coach and teacher in dismay. He knew Bob Moser. He knew the man had always meant what he said as a teacher and a coach. He knew he meant what he'd just said. He dropped to his knees. "Please," he whispered. "Please let me suck your… you."

"Well, not very sincere, but it'll do for today." Bob looked at Spence. "Give him a couple weeks and he'll be as appreciative as his faggot father and brothers."

A couple weeks? Faggot father and brothers? As he stared at Spence's fat cock dangling before his eyes, he could not believe what was happening. He could not believe what they wanted him to do. He slowly and hesitantly reached out. He had no choice. That should perhaps be the theme song of the men in the Gilles family he thought. As he hesitantly picked up Spence's limp cock his skin crawled. Just touching another guy down there was disgusting. He opened his mouth and began to slip his mouth over the knob. He gagged. The others laughed. He tried again with the same result. Inhaling deeply, he slipped his lips over it. He wished he would die. He felt Spence swelling in his mouth. He sucked and slid his lips down his swelling cock as he'd seen his father do.

"Okay, now rim each other and get those holes loose and slippery."

Julian had no idea what that meant, but soon found out as his kid brother shuffled over to him and began to lick his asshole and work up a mouthful of spit to blow up his ass, and as his father shuffled over and did the same to Anton. Fuck, he couldn't possibly do that, not to his own father! He knew he had no choice. He gagged as he ran his tongue up his father's hairy crack. Like his father, he was developing a good covering of hair himself, his forearms and shins already having a thick growth of dark brown hair, and of course his pits and his pubes. He was even starting to shave, not often, but several times a month, and had hairs along his ass crack, and around his nipples and in the centre of his chest. He quivered as he felt his kid brother's tongue working on his asshole. Fuck, he knew the little prick was queer the moment he'd shown up at supper with the earrings, but he didn't know just how much of a one he was. He was fucking enjoying this.

Anton was. Despite his embarrassment licking his older brother's asshole, and having his father lick and blow his spit up his, he found the act itself enjoyable. Ever since he'd been repeatedly fucked at Cory's party he found the idea of having sex with other guys, and especially arousing them, erotic. He loved guys, and he loved pleasing them. Several minutes later as he bent over and grabbed his ankles as he spread his legs, he inhaled deeply in anticipation and desire as Lane Spudder placed the tip of his cock against his asshole. Lane had lots of experience fucking his kid brother, and he had a lot of experience being fucked, and Lane's four inches [10cm] was a lot easer to take than Bob Moser's monster cock.

Julius had often wondered how his son was able to take that long, thick cock up his ass, and he was now finding out just how stuffed it felt as Bob rammed his thick, seven inches [18cm] up his rectum. It was a big difference compared to the slender, slimy dog cock he was used to having, not just in size, but in lack of lubrication. As he strained to accept the thick hunk of cockmeat, he grunted and snorted with the effort, his heart sinking to a new low as he knew how he must sound to his three sons.

It being Spence's first time, and Julian's, the two high school studs had much more difficulty getting started, Spence's cock first slipping up along Julian's ass crack, and then down to poke his balls. Growing frustrated and angry, he placed the tip of his cock against Julian's asshole and grasping his hips, he pushed forward. It hurt but he persisted, because his kid brother had managed to stick Julian's faggot brother, and Bob Moser had sunk his humongous cock up Julian's father's butt, and mostly because he hated Julian, he hated him for having been given the team captain's position over him, because he was an arrogant jerk, and because he was Goosey Gilles's son. For those reasons he endured the pain, and for those reasons he savagely rammed his thick, six inches [15cm] up Julian's tight hole. As he felt it entering, he trembled with the awesomeness of having his stiff cock surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh. Spence Spudder was no virgin, having lost his virginity back in grade ten at the age of fifteen when he was captain of the soccer team, to Debbie Myers. Julian's asshole was a lot like her cunt, except tighter.

As he watched his family getting fucked, François could not help feeling envious. Going to the park every day to engage in sex with another guy was humiliating and disgusting, but he was nine and he'd come to enjoy the physical sensation of having a hard, hot cock slipping in and out of his rectum and the throbbing boner and dry climax that resulted. Although initially prodded and encouraged by Cory through use of Cory's headband, he was no longer under such influence and his motivation was strictly that of a nine-year-old boy enjoying the pleasure sex brought him. So, when Bob Moser told him to finger fuck his asshole and to step in front of Anton so Anton could suck his cocklet, François readily did so.

Anton didn't mind. He no longer cared whose cock he got nor how he got it, in the mouth or up the ass. Getting it both ways and at the same time was double the pleasure. He eagerly sucked on his kid brother's little three-inch [7½cm] cocklet while François finger fucked himself, and he eagerly worked his sphincter in time with Lane's plunges and withdrawals. He was being fucked by his schoolmate but he didn't care. Hell, he'd seen him practically every day for the past two months knowing that Lane was regularly fucking his kid brother so seeing him tomorrow and knowing he'd fucked him today didn't make any difference. If he showed up in the boys' washroom tomorrow at school, he'd eagerly drop his pants for him, or suck him off if that's what he wanted. So far he hadn't propositioned any of the boys he'd been spying on in the washroom in fear of being reported, but he'd come close to it, and he knew it wouldn't be a problem with Lane.

Lane was aware of Anton's new fixation, guys at school talking about him hanging around the boys' washroom and checking them out, and as of last night, of his newest fashions. There was no question the kid was queer, and that made the revenge he was seeking against his older brother and his father all the more excellent. Despite Bob Moser's assurances that he was perfectly normal, the fact that he was regularly having sex with another guy, and enjoying it, had bothered him. Hearing about Anton and seeing how much he dug it yesterday, he realized the difference between them. He loved getting his nuts off; Anton loved cock. There was a big difference. So he now rammed his teenage cock in and out of Anton's hot, moist hole, delighting in fucking ass and the throbbing of his cock, not really caring which Gilles he was doing.

Bob Moser smiled as he saw Lane furiously and eagerly fucking Anton Gilles. He'd been worried about the boy recently and was glad to see him come around. He'd always believed that sex between guys was perfectly normal, whether it be men and men, boys and boys, or men and boys, though for years he kept his opinions to himself and was content to read about such things on the Internet and fantasize about doing them. The court case, and the discovery of Julius's Gilles's secret perversion in the park, had changed that. He was glad to put into practice what he believed, first with Lane and now with Spence, even if their motivation was hatred and revenge. That was, after all, his motivation. He was screwing Julius Gilles because Julius Gilles had literally screwed him, and he was doing one better, he was seeing to it that Julius's three sons were getting screwed too.

That was Spence's motivation. How many nights had he lain awake cursing Julius Gilles for taking Bob Moser's place, and for replacing him with his own son? How many nights had he cursed the two of them and plotted revenge? He'd thought of all kinds of imaginative things as only a sixteen-year-old boy can, imaginative, painful and impossible things, especially after every game they lost. He hadn't considered raping them. When Lane had told him last night what he and Bob Moser had been doing, he couldn't believe it, and when he said Bob had suggested telling him and inviting him to join them on Sunday, and that Goosey was bringing Julian to break him in, he'd thought it was an elaborate joke, something a thirteen-year-old would dream up as a fantasy. When he realized Lane wasn't joking, he wasn't sure if he'd enjoy it. Fortunately he was angry enough over the loss to Weaver Central High School he'd agreed to come along. He was glad he had. This was even more freaking wicked than Lane had said it would be.

Although it seemed to be forever to Julius and Julian, it was not that long before Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers reached their orgasms. For the two horny, vengeful teenagers it was delightful, not just the physical sensation of spurting, but the psychological pleasure of filling the two Gilles brothers with their hot, gooey spunk. Lane even had to admit getting off up Julian Gilles's ass was even hotter than the first time he'd gotten off up Debbie Myer's cunt. Bob of course found particular joy finally shooting his spooge up Julius Gilles's ass.

Of the three Gilles getting fucked, only Anton squirmed and tensed with pure joy, knowing the pleasure that Lane Spudder was feeling and delighting not just in the physical pleasure of having his asshole filled with hot, watery teen cum, but in the psychological pleasure of bringing such delight to another boy, and the eroticism of having had sex with a boy. It was as good as coming himself, and in fact, the combined pleasures brought him over the peak and he trembled and gasped with his own orgasm. Even though dry, it was as pleasurable as that of the others.

Of course François was squirming with delight also as he too reached his dry orgasm, from finger fucking himself and from Anton's sucking. The nine-year-old trembled and inhaled deeply as the still strange and powerful ripples of orgasm pulsated through his cocklet and up his rectum. Julius found no such delight in having his rectum filled with spooge, this time a man's rather than a dog's. He realized even more than ever before just how much he loved Lad, and how much he loved having the German Shepard shooting his stuff up his ass. And he realized even more than ever before how humiliating and debasing being screwed by a guy was. He'd always felt embarrassed for his two sons, and now he felt even more so, and especially for his oldest son, this being Julian's first time, and he knew with heavy heart, far from his last.

As he felt Spence grasp his hips even more tightly than he had been and lunge forward and draw back with long, slow strokes as he quivered and gasped, it took Julian a few moments to realize what was happening. When he did, he shivered also, not with ecstasy as were his two brothers and Bob Moser and the Spudder brothers, but with revulsion. His skin crawled and he never felt so dirty and ashamed in his life. He'd just been fucked by a guy, and had his ass filled with the guy's spunk, like he was a woman. He'd never felt so filthy and so used as he imagined Spence's sperm swimming up his rectum. The only good thing about it was that his humiliation and debasement were over. Little did he know!

"That was fucking hot," Bob sighed with genuine pleasure as he finally withdrew his cock. It had been especially good, and a long time coming. "Before you felch your boys, lick me clean." Julius looked up at him with disgust but not with any surprise knowing Bob would do everything he could think of to humiliate him in front of Julian. He quickly obeyed, much to the amusement of Bob and the others and to the humiliation of his three sons. As embarrassing and humiliating as it was, he knew they'd understand. If those pictures ever got out… . He ran his tongue over Bob's semierect cock, licking off the spooge and the ass slime that streaked it from tip to base. He'd made sure he'd gone to the bathroom long before, and had cleaned his rectum with his finger wrapped in toilet paper in anticipation of Lad fucking him so at least his asshole had been relatively clean. He kept his eyes diverted from Julian. He could only imagine what his son must be thinking.

"Oh yeah, that was almost as great as fucking your fat ass," sighed Bob. "Actually, before you felch your boys, I got one more thing for you to do. I have to take one hell of a piss."

The thought of pissing in Julius's mouth in front of his sons had just come to him out of the blue, along with a split-second image of Jacob Schuller jacking off while being pissed on by two boys for the strangest reason. With a wicked grin, he aimed his still erect cock at Julius, who was still kneeling there on the grass before him, and overcoming the inhibiting factor of being erect a few seconds later, he began filling Julius's mouth with piss. Of course Julius could not swallow as fast as Bob was pissing, and the overflow flowed out of his gaping mouth, over his chin, and down his chest in a yellow flood. Bob really did have to go, having sucked back half a dozen beers while waiting for his scheduled sex session. It was pale and diluted, but it was a full bladder full.

Julius swallowed the warm, salty piss and fought the impulse to upchuck. Where Bob Moser got such filthy, perverted ideas he'd never understand. Just when he thought the man could not come up with anything more perverted, he did. Smelling now of piss and his mouth tasting of the foul, salty, nitrogenous urine, Julius sat back on his heels and applied his lips to Anton's asshole, sucking out Lane Spudder's cum. He sucked deeply and wormed his tongue up the twelve-year-old's hole, thoroughly cleaning his ass of cum, and giving him a dry orgasm besides, much to Anton's embarrassment and Julius's disgust. What sort of pervert son had he raised that he got his nuts off getting rimmed by his father? He realized the absurdity of that thought coming from a man who'd just swallowed a gallon of piss and sucked the cum from his twelve-year-old son's ass.

Feeling a sudden need to take a leak himself, Lane stepped forward and let loose. Julius knelt there helplessly as he washed down the boy's cum that he had just sucked out of Anton's asshole with the boy's piss. It was much darker and much more nitrogenous than Bob's had been and the odour markedly stronger. So was the foul taste of the warm liquid. Like Bob, Lane found he really had to go, and as in the case of Bob, Julius could not swallow it as fast as Lane emptied his bladder. The thirteen-year-old's warm, foul piss flowed out of his gaping mouth, down over his chin and down his flabby chest, soaking his thick chest hairs, and down to his crotch, soaking his pubic hairs and flooding over his dangling cock and balls.

His mouth 'refreshed' as Bob put it, Julius pulled apart the asscheeks of his oldest son and began to felch him, sucking out Spence Spudder's thick, teen cum and worming his tongue up his hole to clean it, eager to have this done and finished with and knowing Bob Moser was watching to be sure he did a thorough job. Julian, having never even heard of felching before never mind having it done to him, opened his asshole wide out of instinct, and pushed out to help his father get his tongue up his asshole and get the foul deed done. In the process of doing so, to his horror, he felt a turd begin to ease out of his rectum. He immediately stopped pushing, but by then it was too late, and before either of them knew it, Julius had sucked the foul cylinder of shit into his mouth. At first he hadn't realized exactly what had happened, having felched his sons many times now and nothing like it having happened before. As he felt the solid piece of shit slide into his mouth and tasted the pasty goo, he did slowly realize, and in his shock his instant reaction was one of anger. How dare his son do something so foul! It was not his doing that the boy had been raped, or that he was suffering the humiliation of having his father suck his rapist's cum from his ass. Well, maybe it was his fault, but it was still no reason to do what he'd done! His two brothers had never done such a thing, not in all the times he'd sucked their asses.

Reacting totally on impulse and out of anger, he scooped up the foul paste laying on his tongue as he stood, and grasping Julian and spinning him around, he smashed the brown turd in his face, attempting to shove it in his son's mouth. Julian of course immediately clamped his lips shut, and Julius only managed to smear his lips and get the sticky paste up his nose. His eyes blazing with anger, for having had his son shit in his mouth, and for having his attempt to shove the turd down his son's throat, he smeared the rest of the foul, sticky crap on Julian's cheeks and forehead, and finally wiping his hand off on his son's chest.

As he stood there glaring at his son, he slowly realized what he'd just done, and how unjust his anger had been. It had been Julian's first time being felched, and he'd surely had no idea what to expect or what to do. It was a most unfortunate accident, but he certainly had not done it on purpose. His actions on the other hand were no accident. Feeling as remorseful as seconds ago he'd felt anger, he stared at his shocked, horrified son in sympathy and regret. The boy was practically in tears. He had to make it up to him somehow. He had to show him that he did love him, and there was only one way he knew how one expressed his love. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he kissed him, passionately and forcefully with love, pressing his own lips against Julian's shit-smeared ones, and he did the only thing he could possibly do to make amends, he began to clean his face with his tongue. He had to. He deserved it for the foul, angry deed he'd just done. He licked the foul shit paste from his lips, from his downy cheeks, and from his forehead. He swallowed the acrid paste and licked again, smearing his now brown-tainted spit over his son's face, licking up the remaining chunks of paste and the foul smears and swallowing it. He worked up more spit and licked off the brown spittle. He continued down to his chest, licking the brown smears from his broad, firm muscles, licking his chest hairs and his shit-smeared nipples, licking until there wasn't a trace of the foul crap anywhere.

"All right!" snorted Bob in genuine surprise and amusement. He, like the others, had stood there in just as much shock and surprise as Julian had as Julius had smeared his face and chest with his crap, and had then proceeded to lick him off. "That was fucking wild! What a fucking performance!" he gushed. "And I got something I know you'll like to reward you with."

Telling François to step forward, he had the boy cup his hands under his ass and he proceeded to take the biggest dump he'd taken in a long time, pushing out turd after turd into the nine-year-old boy's awaiting hands. It formed a yellow-brown mush with the distinctive aroma of shit that had been baking in alcohol.

Lane and Spence suddenly felt the same need and had the same idea, and calling over François's two brothers, they too took a dump, Spence filling Julian's cupped hands with his thick, light-brown turds, and Lane similarly filling Anton's with his slightly darker version. The air was rank with the stink of shit as the three brothers stood there in total revulsion and humiliation with their hands filled with mounds of hot, steaming turds.

Bob first had Julius clean his ass, rimming him and worming his tongue into his asshole, licking him clean, and then had him do Lane and Spence. He did so eagerly, hungrily, his cock slowly rising in arousal as he sucked and licked first Bob Moser's asshole, and then the holes of sons' classmates including the grade eleven student he coached. And when he was done, he looked at the mounds of hot shit in his sons' hands as if they were the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. He shuffled forward still on his knees and bit into the stinking yellow-brown mush François was holding, sucking it into his mouth and swallowing the foul paste and then licking his nine-year-old son's fingers clean, and accepting a mouth of his nine-year-old son's piss to wash it down. It had been François who's announced he had to take a leak, the urge suddenly coming upon him, and knowing he would not be able to hold it until Bob Moser and the Spudders had left. After what had happened, it only seemed natural he piss in his father's mouth. To be honest, as the youngster stood there filling his dad's mouth with his dark yellow, salty piss, he felt justified. It served his father right for not protecting him, for making him and his brothers accompany him to the park each day.

Julius could see the revenge in his young son's eyes, and he did not blame him. What sort of father let his nine-year-old son be repeatedly raped and forced into performed the lurid, profane acts François was being forced to perform? What sort of father took such delight in the taste of shit and piss? It was with delight that he went on to Anton and hungrily devoured Lane's pile of shit as if his turds were some exotic cylinders of sweet pastry, and that he licked his son's fingers off like a little kid licking chocolate icing from his fingers. When his son announced that he too had to take as piss, he thirstily opened his mouth and drank down his son's hot, nitrogenous piss as if it were lemonade.

As he went on to Julian and began to eat Spence's pile of turds, he could not help notice his youngest two sons had popped boners, and the sight, and realizing his own erotic arousal, caused his own cock to rise up, to the amusement of Bob Moser and the two Spudders. He could not explain it but he was aroused, by the smell and taste of shit, by the perversity of greedily eating and swallowing the foul, stinking turds, by the thought of drinking warm, putrid urine. He was like a man demented, and perhaps he was, having finally snapped under the pressure and humiliation day after day. He sucked off his son's filthy, shit caked fingers, and opened his mouth to wash the foul paste down with his own son's hot, yellow piss.

As Julian stood there totally in shock and in such disgust he wanted to puke, his mind felt like it was about to explode. This was insane. They were all inmates in an insane asylum. He had just gotten raped, as had his father and his brother. He'd just watched his father lick and suck ass, and then hungrily devour three loads of crap like he was eating chocolate pudding, and drink his own sons' piss. This was mad. He was mad. He had to be. As he'd stood there watching his father kneeling before him and stuffing his mouth with foul, stinking turds, he'd felt aroused, and when his father was done, he'd felt an overwhelming need to not just piss, but to piss in his father's mouth. As his stream dwindled, he wondered how he was ever going to look his father in the face again. As far as that went, how was he going to face Spence at school tomorrow? He wasn't even sure how he was going to possibly see his girl tonight as he'd promised after what he'd just done.

Debased, humiliated, and speechless, the four Gilles's dressed and left the clearing, feeling more guilty, more shameful, and dirtier than they ever felt in their lives. Never had they engaged in anything so filthy and disgusting. Bob, Lane and Spence had been just as stunned as they had dressed, and they now stared at the departing foursome just as speechless. Turning to face each other, a slight, embarrassed smile slowly curling their lips, they high-fived and left the clearing also. It had been weird, and totally disgusting, but undescribably and delightfully rewarding. It had also been a bit disturbing, and something they were not about to admit, arousing also.

"Fucking son of a bitch! I've never seen anything fucking like that!"

"Sure you have. In that picture we saw at Mister Schuller's. The one of the guy in a Nazi uniform taking a dump in the prisoner's mouth."

"Oh yeah, but I mean for fucking real! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! And fucking sick!"

"Oh yeah," agreed Cory with a wide grin. Although not as surprised as the participants, he was surprised how things had turned out. He had nothing to do with Julian taking a crap in his father's mouth, or Julius's initial reaction, or anything that had happened up until then. Julius's subsequent feelings of sympathy and kissing and licking off his son, and his perverse delight in eating shit and drinking piss had of course been the wild, perverted thoughts of an imaginative and creative thirteen-year-old boy, aided by Schuller's picture of the Nazi, and his memory of how turned on he'd gotten the German teacher with the idea of him and Anthony pissing on him. It had been Bob Moser however who had the idea of shitting in Julius's sons' hands, and the Spudders who had agreed. Sure he'd gotten Goosey hungry and thirsty and aroused, and had prompted Julian to piss in his father's mouth, but he had absolutely nothing to do with the others having to piss or getting turned on. He'd used the headband to help move things along, but people, he was finding, are naturally perverse and need little help once they got started. The only difference actually between him and the adults he knew was that the foul, dirty mind of a thirteen-year-old got repressed when you got older.

Too horny to wait until he got home, he pulled down his fly and eased out his swollen, aching boner. Anthony did the same and the two thirteen-year-old boys settled back in the bushes and began to happily jack one off. It had been fucking hot, and the two were soon ready to pop. As he inhaled deeply and threw his head back in ecstasy, Cory looked up into the deep blue eyes and smiling face of Bob Moser.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Seeing Dominic Halder walking home from school you'd think the boy was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders from his long face and the slump of his shoulders. Even watching Molly Vickers and Trang Ng shamefully flashing their boobs at the new, skinny, pimple-faced clerk at the Seven-Eleven didn't cheer him up, nor the fact that it was a Friday and the beginning of a weekend. It wasn't just any Friday either. It was the tenth, the tenth of December. Today he'd become a teenager, not that you'd be able to tell from his fine looks and small size, both inherited from his mother. Dominic looked much more like he went to Grade Five, not Grade Eight. He did not know the cause of his mother's death, but it was shortly after his birth and his father blamed him for it, so there would be no celebration today. There never had been. Thirteen, and he'd never had a birthday party, not even a single friend over to celebrate.

Hearing a car pulling up behind him, he hoped maybe it was one of those perverts who kidnapped kids and did stuff to them. He was desperate for some attention, any attention. As he turned, he recognized Kenneth Ballard's blue Civic Honda.

"Hey, dude, whatsup?" Kenneth asked, leaning over and glancing out the passenger window.

"Nothin'," Dominic replied with a shrug. Nothing at all.

"Nothin'?" asked Kenneth in mock surprise. "No big date tonight? Not throwing a wild party at your house?"

Dominic smiled and his cheeks tinted with the teasing. A change had come over Kenneth. Ever since Cory's last big party three weeks ago, he'd been dropping by each day, which delighted his sister Nicole who'd begun thinking Kenneth was dropping her for someone else. Of course he came over to see her, but he always spent some time with Dominic, just talking, sometimes horsing around, tickling, sometimes tossing the football out on the lawn. It was cool. It also pissed off his sister, which was even cooler.

"Hey, I got nothin' planned either. What say we go to the park and toss the football around for a while, and maybe swing by the Pizza Hut for a pizza or something, maybe pick up a video or two?"

"Sure," Dominic replied with a shrug. It wasn't exactly a birthday celebration, but it was better than spending it home alone. He threw his backpack in the back seat and got into the front.

"You can use my cell if you like to let your dad know where you are."

"That's okay. He's at work and doesn't like me to bother him there. Sides, he won't care."

Truthfully, Dominic suspected his father would be happier if he wasn't around on this particular day. He decided to phone home and leave a message on the answering machine, just that he was out for supper and not to worry. That was a laugh, his dad worrying about him. He didn't say he was with Kenneth. Nicole checked the messages, which were usually for her anyway, and he didn't want her to know he was out with Kenneth.

So they drove over to Westbank Park and spent the next hour and a half tossing the football and running tackles. Dominic was getting quite good at handling the ball, which Kenneth commented on, which caused him to beam with pride and his cheeks to colour again. They laid back on the grass and talked a while, and then picked up a couple videos, Shrek 1 and Shrek 2, Dominic's choices, and swung over to Pizza Hut where Kenneth worked part time. Kenneth had already placed the order, and to Dominic's surprise, he got not one, but six extra large pizzas. When he asked about it Kenneth only smiled and said he'd worked up an appetite. Arriving at his house, he handed Dominic the key and told him to go ahead while he carried the pizza.

Opening the door and stepping inside, Dominic was greeted with cheers and the blowing of party favours, and an off-key rendition of Happy birthday sung by ten of Kenneth's closest friends while one of them recorded his reaction on a high definition digital video camera provided by Kenneth to record the evening's events. A hastily made banner made of looseleaf pages taped together said Happy 13th Birthday Dominic and there were a half dozen streamers and balloons hung from the ceiling. Having learned from Nicole that it was Dominic's thirteenth birthday and that they never did anything to celebrate his birthdays given the circumstances and how her father felt, Kenneth had taken it upon himself to arrange one. Not knowing who Dominic's friends were, he'd initially considered contacting Cory Wilson but worried what sort of party that might end up being considering his past experiences with Cory and his parties, and him being ultimately responsible for setting it up, he decided instead just to go for something small with him and a couple friends. The last thing he needed was some parent finding out his son was in some wild gay sex orgy and that he was in charge. That he'd already participated in three of Cory's parties, two as an invited guest, had already caused him enough worry and sleepless nights. Anyway, when the others heard about Dominic's home life and Kenneth's plan, they were eager to help, and the numbers and plans grew from three friends to ten and from taking him out for pizza to a full-fledged party.

He quickly introduced Dominic to the others, Mike, Evert, Grant, and Kurt, all muscular teen hunks and members of William Cleaver High School's football team, Grant's girlfriend Stephanie and Kurt's curvaceous girlfriend Tracey who was a cheerleader, Tracey's friend and fellow cheerleader Rita and her boyfriend Steve, and Derry from the high school swim team with his girlfriend Lana. Opening up the pizza and the first of several cases of beer, provided by Mike's older brother who was of legal age, and a can of soda for Dominic with the joking he should have at least one beer having become a teenager, they began to party. They were on their third beer by the time they'd consumed the pizza and brought out an ice cream cake, with a picture of a football player and Dominic's name on it, and of course thirteen candles which they lit and had him blow out and make a wish.

Already totally overjoyed with the attention and the surprise party, Dominic could not believe it when they brought out two presents, and his eyes lit up as he opened them, a football jersey in the same colours as the wchs team, blue and gold, with even the school crest on it from Kenneth, and a football helmet the others had chipped in and bought. They of course insisted he try them on. By that time everyone was more than a little inebriated as they opened up another round of beer, and after some discussion on party games, most of the ideas more suited to someone who was six not thirteen but nobody knowing any games suitable for a new thirteen-year-old, they decided, with some giggling and joshing, on spin the bottle.

They were a little old for such amusement, being between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, but full of beer and good spirits, they formed a circle on the floor of the family room just as excitedly as the first time they'd ever played the game. Those who had come with a boyfriend or girlfriend of course looked forward to the opportunity to do some kissing, and having several guys who'd come stag added to the merriment and joking when one of them had to kiss one of the girls, the boyfriends warning both parties to keep it light and of course the kissing couples jokingly doing just the opposite and hamming it up for the video recording Derry was making of the birthday. To add to the humour, the first time the bottle pointed to two girls to kiss, the boys, who were in the majority, declared the rule that it didn't matter what the sex of the two people were and there was no spinning the bottle a second time if the person spinning ended up having to kiss someone of the same sex. The girls of course got their revenge when the bottle pointed to two guys, which occurred more frequently, that being the disadvantage of the guys being in the majority. For young Dominic, it felt just as weird and was just as embarrassing kissing a girl as it was a boy given their age difference, and of course everyone whooped it up extra loudly when it was his turn to kiss someone.

To Dominic's embarrassment, and secretly to his delight, he found himself popping a boner with all the kissing. Watching a guy and girl who were girlfriend and boyfriend kissing was hot knowing the feelings they had for each other, but watching a guy kissing another guy's girlfriend was hot too even if it was all just in fun. What he did not know was that the guys were getting turned on too, finding the sight of two girls kissing particularly erotic and especially good-looking, stacked girls like those at the party, and the girls were finding themselves getting aroused by the sight of two football studs touching lips even if it was just a game.

That having set the tone and direction of the party, they decided next on a game of strip poker. At first they let Dominic win and slowly they began removing their clothes, but once they got down to their underwear and things got serious, they played for themselves, and between being inexperienced and having a string of bad luck, Dominic began to lose big time. In the process the girls helped him remove his clothing, which got both him and the girls excited. The sight of his thong sent all the girls in twitters, and even more so when Kenneth dropped his jeans and revealed the same underwear. As he sat there with the eleven high school students, Dominic not sure who to ogle first, the girls in just their bras and panties or the guys in their boxers or briefs. He found both highly erotic, guys and girls, but, much to his relief, the fear and embarrassment of having to remove his underwear and reveal his boner caused his erection to suddenly shrivel as quickly as it had popped up. He of course was the first to strip naked, and they all laughed good naturedly as the girls helped him out of his thong, and another round of beer was opened up in celebration. One by one the rest stripped and Dominic was not the only one to steal overt glances at the girls' boobs and pussies, and the guys' butts and equipment, being curious about both just like all the others in the room. Derry had the advantage over all of them as he zoomed the video camera in on each of them as they removed that last intimate article of clothing and revealed all.

One of the guys, Evert, observed he'd seen a video about a party once where they'd had a girl in a cake, and they'd filled her vagina and rectum with booze and then passed her around and drank the booze out of her two openings. Of course they all jokingly asked what sort of perv he was watching porn movies, and where they could get a copy. The discussion lead to the fact it was too late for the cake part, but not the second part, and nominations began to be presented, each nominator having good reasons for whomever he or she chose but each nominee in turn declining the opportunity. They finally and unanimously decided on their guest of honour, who was too meek in the presence of the older teens to decline.

Slipping out to his car while Kenneth looked for a container, Derry returned with an enema kit, which resulted in a round of teasing and disbelief that it was really his dad's even if it was his dad's car, and that it just happened to be in a box of supplies his father was transferring from the hospital to the free clinic where he did volunteer work, and that Derry just happened to know it was there.

All of them having a good buzz by then, they decided to wash out Dominic right there in the family room, and delighted with all the attention and eager to please, he let them. Turning the video recording duties over to Kurt, Derry sat down on the floor and opened the bag. Following the instructions in the kit and choosing the plain enema syringe over the gravity bag or the in-line-pump, Derry pulled back the plunger, unscrewed the cap and filled the eight-ounce cylinder with warm water. Having Dominic lie on his back and raise his legs and backside, Derry lubricated the nozzle and inserting it up Dominic's rectum, pushed in the plunger and filled his rectum. Dominic squirmed with the strange sensation but assured everyone everything was all right. He didn't tell them that it didn't feel at all like when he stuck his finger up his butt. It was as pleasant thought, and between being watched and the physical sensation, to his embarrassment and dismay he popped a boner, and in the position he was in there was no way to hide it. He blushed a bright red as one of the girls commented on it, and another observed how cute it looked, and one of the guys observed it was a nice size for someone his age. Timing him for three minutes, Derry had him empty his bowels in an empty plastic ice-cream bucket Kenneth had found. He blushed even redder as he squatted over the pail and noisily evacuated his bowels.

Repeating the process several times until he was sure he had Dominic completely rinsed out and the water coming out was as clear as that going in, Derry filled the cylinder with beer and injected it up his rectum. Deciding Kenneth being the host he should have the first drink, they insisted on it when he protested that it wasn't necessary. Fastening his lips to Dominic's pucker with more than a little uncertainty, he sucked out a mouthful, and finding the taste no different from sucking on a can, he took a long draught. Wiping off his lips with the back of his hand, he pronounced it to be delicious. With a lot of uncertainty and drunken giggling, they passed Dominic over to Derry, who pronounced the same thing and who handed him to his girlfriend Lana. Seeing his girl pressing her lips against the butthole of an erect thirteen-year-old boy and sucking out the beer up his ass sent a thrill of arousal up Derry's dick, and though he didn't pop a boner, it did swell.

Someone popped in the first of the two Shrek videos they'd brought for the party, and they sat back and enjoyed the tape as they passed Dominic around, none of them bothering getting dressed again. As he was emptied, he was filled with another eight ounces and passed around again until nobody was bothering drinking from a can anymore. Absorbed in the movie and already well sloshed, nobody noticed Dominic beginning to get tipsy and giggly himself, none of them realizing the beer was being absorbed through his intestinal lining into his blood stream and quickly making its way to his brain. Being only eighty pounds [36kg] and four foot seven [1.40m], it didn't take that much to have an effect. By the time the movie was over, the room was spinning and everyone had become blurred.

"Oh man, the only problem with beer is it goes right through," sighed Mike.

"Yeah, tell me," agreed Evert.

"Remember when we were young we used to have pissing contests?"

"Oh yeah," Evert replied with a grin. "Well, right now I could beat you by a mile. Well, several yards anyway."

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure. What's the winner get?"

"A blow job."

"In your dreams."

"Didn't think you were so sure. Five bucks then."

"Kiss my ass."

"Hey, five bucks is all I can afford. I don't get my allowance til next week."

"I mean, that's the bet. Loser kisses the other's ass."

"All right, I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone kiss my ass. Step outside."

They all did and Evert and Mike lined up and unabashedly raised their dicks. Booze and male pride is no match for modesty or self-consciousness never mind logic. Fortunately by then it was getting dark and none of the neighbours were outside. After all the beer they'd drunk, both boys had a lot of pressure, and a lot of distance. In the end Evert had not exaggerated his need, though several yards was an overestimate. Evert bent over for Mike, who amidst cheers and hoots and laughter, paid his debt, the entire event of course being recorded by Derry.

"You boys are gross," observed Lana.

"Yeah, well, that's one advantage to being a boy," observed Evert.

"That and being able to have pissing contests," added Kurt.

"Having pissing contests is not just a boy thing," Lana advised.

"Girls do too?" Kurt asked in surprise. Lana and Stephanie exchanged grins. "You two have?"

"Well, not for distance."

"Remember when Whitney and Alicia tried?" Lana asked, and the two girls broke into the giggles.

"That was a disaster!" Stephanie snorted.

"And very wet," added Lana, causing the two to break into gales of laughter again.

"You boys do have the advantage there."

"So, com'on, what sort of contest did you two have?"

The two girls looked at each other. "Volume," they said together.

"Oh yeah?" laughed Evert. "So, who wants to challenge who?" The girls giggled as they all glanced at each other. They all had to go. "Com'on, you seen us guys. Well, two of us anyway, so far." The other guys had to go just as badly.

"I'm willing," said Stephanie as she looked at Lana. "Loser… kisses the winner's boyfriend's butt." Lana laughed, but agreed and Kenneth quickly fetched two saucepans from the kitchen, the only large containers he could find. The ringing sound as the two girls squatted over the pots and began to piss caused everyone to giggle. Stephanie had a good reason for speaking up, and her boyfriend Grant was the winner. As he felt Lana's lips against his asshole, he began to swell himself.

"Anyone here ever heard of a golden shower?" Kurt asked. The leers on several faces, including one of the girls, indicated those who did, and considering what they'd been doing, it didn't take rocket science for the others to figure out what it meant. "So, since we're all naked anyway, anyone need a shower?"

"No way!"

"They say it's a real turn on," Derry offered in support of Kurt's suggestion. Seeing his girlfriend pissing into the pot and then kissing his buddy and classmate's asshole had been hot, and the image of him standing there and his piss running over her boobs and down along the furrow of her twat was even hotter. Now that he'd have to be sure to catch on video!

"Some people drink urine for therapy," offered Kurt.

"People who drink urine need therapy."

"Seriously. They say it's really good for you."

"Yeah, well then, you want to have a power drink?" offered Steve as he reached down and slipped his fingers about his partially aroused cock.

"I said some people believe it, not me."

"Let's draw straws. Whoever gets the short straw gets the shower," suggested Grant.

"Why don't we just pick whose the shortest?" joked Derry, there being no question who that was.

"Yeah, instead of giving the birthday boy the bumps, why don't we give him a shower instead?"

They all laughed, but also all quickly agreed. Those who had not already pissed had to go badly now, and all the talk about pissing was not making it any easier to hold it back. Most important of all, it got all of them off the hook of being the target. Hearing no objection from Dominic, who now on top of his desire to fit in and to please everyone who'd been so kind to him was finding it difficult to think straight, they had him lay down on the grass and the eleven inebriated, naked teens formed a circle around him, those who'd already emptied their bladders wanting to watch. Evert offered to take over the taping duties for Derry while he did his thing, and the entire group of them so buzzed by then, nobody even thought of objecting to being taped. Dominic certainly didn't object as he lay there in a happy haze, staring up at the four openly exposed cunts and four pairs of tits, and the seven sets of balls and flaccid cocks all pointing at him.

Kurt was the first to overcome his self-consciousness, his hot yellow stream arching up and out, striking Dominic in the centre of his chest and running down in streams down his slender, white body, now seeming all the whiter in the moonlight. Tracey squatted over his lower torso and drenched his genitals with a strong stream of piss, and Grant hosed down his right thigh while Derry did his left and Rita squatted over his feet. Kenneth added his hot stream, directing it at little Dominic's nipples while Steve did likewise, and unable to hold back, Dominic let loose himself, his piss shooting up into the air like a fountain and falling back down over his flat, white stomach and little hairless balls. They all had full bladders.

"Oh man, now that was hot," observed Grant, finally shaking himself off as he looked at Stephanie.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," she said flirtatiously. Watching her boyfriend standing there in the nude pissing on Dominic along with everything else that had gone on that evening, on top of the effects of the booze, she was feeling hot herself.

"You mind if we borrow your guest room for a while?" Grant asked. Receiving their host's nod, the two disappeared into the house.

"I don't know about you all, but it's getting late, and I'm working tomorrow. I gotta split," Steve announced.

"Yeah, me too," observed Rita.

"One more beer," suggested Kurt.

"One more beer and I won't be able to stand up. Actually, I don't think you should drive as it is," observed Tracey.

"Yeah dude, you'd better sleep it off here," offered Kenneth.

"But I have to get Tracey home."

"I can catch a ride with Rita and Steve, if you don't mind."

They didn't. Derry and Lana announced their intention to leave also. Like Grant and Stephanie, the nudity and the booze and the games had gotten them hot, and they were eager to slip off to Make Out Point on the way home. Mike and Evert headed for the house to get their clothes and to head out also. Kenneth suggested Dominic go take a real shower before he took him home, and as Dominic wobbly got to his feet and almost toppled over as he began to weave his way across the lawn, Kenneth suggested Kurt help him find the bathroom and get his shower while he straightened the place up in case his mother got home earlier than expected tomorrow from her out of town meeting.

"That was a hot party," observed Kurt as he helped Dominic step into the tub and turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. "You've been a real good sport about it all."

Dominic shrugged, too groggy to reply and as he almost fell over Kurt reached out to support him.

"Actually, a shower just might be what I need to wake me up. I'm getting all wet anyway. You mind if I join you?"

Dominic shrugged again.

Stepping into the tub and standing beside Dominic, Kurt looked up into the shower and vigorously scrubbed his face and his scalp, trying to clear his head. Lathering up his hands, he scrubbed his arms and chest, and then reaching around behind Dominic he lathered up and washed the boy's back. Dominic reached up and ran his fingers through the lathered chest hairs of the sixteen-year-old jock. His chest was broad and muscular, as Dominic wished his was. He dared to continue down, over the football centre's stomach and then even farther, to his thick bush of dark black hair. Inhaling deeply, he continued down.

Kurt's first instinct was to draw away, making it casual and natural as if he hadn't noticed the contact. As Dominic's soapy fingers cupped his testicles and carefully and reverently rolled them, it became evident the contact had not been accidental as he'd first concluded. Running his hands up the boy's back and placing them on his shoulders, he again considered simply drawing back or turning. The boy had just turned thirteen. Of course he was curious. There was no need to make a big production out of touching a guy down there.

It was wrong though, for a guy to do that. The kid was in junior high. He should know that by now. Try that in the showers after gym with one of his buddies and he'd have a black eye, or worse. Feeling Dominic slip his fingers about his half-swollen cock and slowly stroke it, Kurt felt it immediately begin to swell. It had been a hot party, and if he hadn't gotten so drunk right now it could have been Tracey's fingers doing the job. That was as far as they'd ever gone, masturbating each other, with their hands or by rubbing themselves against each other in their underwear. From the way the boy was stroking him, he knew what he was doing. He glanced down. The boy was erect again. He was almost also.

Wrapping his fingers about the swelling flesh more tightly, Dominic stroked it from the base to the tip with long, slow strokes. Kurt was circumcised and he found it interesting having his mushroom-shaped knob totally and constantly exposed. The sixteen-year-old boy was soon stiff. He wasn't as large as Kenneth, being an inch [2½cm] shorter, but that was still two inches [5cm] longer than Dominic when he was stiff. In that Kurt had made no effort to stop him, he began to jack him off in earnest now. It was the least he could do after throwing him such a great party. If he'd had the opportunity, he would have jacked them all off, guys and girls. As he stroked Kurt's now hot, throbbing cock, he wondered how you'd do a girl, and concluded you'd stick your finger in her much like he stuck a finger up his butt. He was glad he was a guy.

Kurt knew he should put a stop to it, but it felt damn good. A guy shouldn't be doing that with another guy, but then a guy shouldn't be doing it to himself, or a guy and girl each other as far as that goes. None of it really made sense. If it didn't harm anyone why make it illegal? If God didn't want people to sin, why did He make it feel so good? If it was no threat to society, why was it wrong? Heavy thoughts for someone who was horny and buzzed. Too heavy actually. Lathering up Dominic's chest and flat stomach, he ran his fingers through the lather, working it into his skin. After being pissed on, he had to make sure the boy was clean. He worked up a handful of lather and worked it into his smooth pubes and over his tiny balls. He slipped his fingers over the boy's erect penis. It was so slender and felt so tiny. He remembered playing with himself when he was that age, but he didn't remember his dick being so small, though it must have been.

He worked the lather over the boy's knob and the extended tip of his foreskin, wiggling the tip of his finger inside the hollow tube. He ever so slowly pulled back on the skin, constantly working the lather around the tip, recalling having seen a friend in gym doing that in the showers, the first time he'd ever seen a guy with a foreskin cleaning himself. The boy grimaced and he stopped, but Dominic told him to continue. It hurt, but he wanted to feel the skin pulled back, and besides, he knew a boy should do that when he bathed to keep it clean inside. He always did despite the pain, and somehow having someone else doing it, it didn't seem so painful. Besides, the lather helped.

As Kurt resumed pulling his skin back, he resumed jacking him off, slowly and rhythmically sliding his closed fist up and down his shaft and over his knob, and as the swollen flesh throbbed hotly in his fingers and Kurt's breathing grew deeper he knew he was bringing him pleasure. Kurt was bringing him pleasure too. He'd gotten the skin pulled back, exposing his little bulb-like knob to the air, and as his fingers brushed against it electric shocks shot up the swollen flesh and caused Dominic to inhale sharply. When he stopped, Dominic pumped his hips to and fro, working his stiff, aching cocklet between his fingers to continue the pleasure.

Kurt knew how the boy was feeling. It was addictive, that pleasure. Once a boy felt it, he could not resist experiencing it again and again. Once a boy started, he had to continue to the end. And why not? It felt good. It felt even better having someone else do it to you, and doing it to someone else. Until that night the only person he'd ever had do it to him had been Tracey. He was surprised at the difference. Even though they'd been doing it now for several months, she was still awkward, and her long nails occasionally scratched his sensitive knob. Dominic was gentle and tender. Of course he was a guy, and knew how a guy's stiff felt. And so what if he was a guy? And so what if he was only thirteen? He was only sixteen himself. Why shouldn't they mess with each other? They were both willing. It felt good. It felt damn good.

Speaking of making each other feel good, having finished, Stephanie headed upstairs and down the hall and stepped into the washroom to wash up before heading home. What with the beer she'd drunk and having just had sex, she wasn't really thinking when she opened the door and was two steps into the washroom before she realized there was someone in the shower. Actually, two people. They had not fully pulled the shower curtain shut. She quickly stepped back and closed the door. Shocked and embarrassed, she hurried back up the hall. She'd seen them, both of them. They were erect, and touching each other. That was sick. And the boy was only thirteen. That was even sicker. Kurt Jennings a child molester!

Grant was going to go wash off too but she told him the shower was occupied and they'd best just leave. He said he could just use the sink, but she insisted they leave, and that they leave immediately. With a glance at Kenneth and a shrug, he thanked him for the party, "and everything," meaning of course the use of the guest room, and left. When Stephanie told him why she was so insistent they leave on the way home, he could not believe what she'd seen. The kid was probably too drunk to shower by himself and Kurt was just helping him. Maybe they were just washing each other down there. Guys' couldn't always control what happened down there. Maybe it was the booze that had made him shower too. Kurt was a good buddy, and fellow football player. He couldn't be gay. And he certainly wouldn't be messing around with a little thirteen-year-old. He wasn't that sort of guy.

Little did he know that as they were pulling out of the driveway, Kurt was trembling and gasping with his orgasm, his hot, thick spunk shooting out of his throbbing cock and spattering Dominic's smooth chest. Squirt after squirt shot out of his thick cock with burning pleasure, and he tottered on his feet as his loins went numb. Seconds later Dominic shivered and bucked his hips with his own hot orgasm, ripples of pleasure shooting through his swollen flesh also as it was tightly grasped by the hundred-and-eighty-pound [82kg] football centre. He groaned with the pleasure and wobbled on unsteady legs also. The warm water poured down over the two as they closed their eyes and delighted in their mutual pleasure and Kenneth stepped into the washroom to see how they were making out. Hearing the door open, Kurt quickly drew his hand away from Dominic's stiff, throbbing cocklet, but he knew Kenneth had seen.

"Well, I guess we'd better get dried off," Kurt said awkwardly from behind the shower curtain. Maybe it had been pulled closed far enough. Kenneth handed them the towels and waited for them in the living room down the hall.

"I've set up a cot for you in the family room," Kenneth said as Kurt sheepishly appeared in the living room, a towel wrapped about his waist. "I wasn't sure if Stephanie and Grant were going to be spending the night in the guest room. And when they left, I didn't know if you wanted to spend the night there, after, well, you know."

"Yeah sure, that's all right." The two of them stood there awkwardly. "Well, I guess I'd better go to bed."

"Sure. It was quite the party."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. He stared down at the living room carpet. "About, well, you know, the shower. I, well, thought it might wake me up, you know, and well, hell, I dunno, I had too much to drink I guess."

"Hey, we all have. Don't sweat it."

"Yeah, sure, thanks. Anyway, I guess the shower didn't do the job. I'm still feeling wobbly. I'd better go lay down."

"Sure. Have a good sleep."

As he headed for the family room, Kurt wondered if Kenneth had just seen them in the shower together, or if he'd seen them holding each other's dick, or if he'd seen them earlier. He didn't think he had. He tried to think when he'd heard the door open, but it was difficult to remember. Hopefully he just thought they were showering together. If he'd seen more, he could blame the booze.

"And how are you feeling sport?"

"Sokay," Dominic replied thickly.

"Instead of taking you home, I think we'd better get you to bed, birthday boy."

"Bet you say that to all your birthday guests," Dominic said with a giggle and slightly slurred speech. If it hadn't been for the booze and the wild party, he'd never be so daring.

"Only the very special ones," Kenneth observed with a smile. The boy really was buzzed.

"Drunk ones?" Dominic asked, giggling again and more loudly.

He was definitely in no condition to be taken home. Taking him to his bed and slipping down to the family room to ensure Kurt had made it all right, he returned to find Dominic had crawled under the blankets. Shutting off the light and stripping down to his thong, Kenneth crawled in beside him. Dominic immediately snuggled up beside him. Feeling the boy's hot, naked body pressing up against him, Kenneth wondered if maybe he shouldn't have put Dominic up in the guest room. He also wondered if he should bring up the matter of the shower.

"About the shower," he said, figuring he had to, for his own peace of mind, and for Dominic's sake.

"Which one?"

"In the tub, after the first one."

"Yeah?"

"Did, did Kurt take advantage of you?"

"I don't know. I don't know what that means."

"Did he do things with you? Sexual things?"

"Yeah."

Damn. Who would have expected? Kurt Jennings of all people. Just the other day in the lockers he'd been bragging about how far he and Tracey had gone.

"And I took advantage of him," Dominic giggled.

Who would have thought Kurt would do anything with another guy, and not just another guy, but a boy, a boy who'd just turned thirteen? Of course he had no room to talk. He'd messed around with the boy, and the boy had only been twelve. Who would have thought that! A lot had happened since then. Even though he'd been going with Nikki for over six months, he'd really only gotten to know Dominic over the past three weeks, and he'd gotten to like him, to like him a lot. It had to be tough living with a father who has no interest in you and totally ignores you, and with a sister who resents you and always bosses you around. He was sorry he'd supported her in that. He hadn't meant it. He'd just wanted to get in her panties, like any healthy seventeen-year-old male.

That was why he'd taken a stronger interest in Dominic these past three weeks-not to get in his sister's panties, but because he wanted to make it up to him for having been mean to him, and because he felt sorry for him. Yes, tossing the football with him, and teaching him the basics of football, and just being with him made him feel good besides. Actually, it was more than feel good. He had to admit whenever he was with Dominic he felt a surge of sexual arousal, a surge that was far stronger than he'd ever felt with Nikki on even their hottest date. The boy was turning him on. And there he was laying in bed with him and casting aspersions on Kurt Jennings for giving in to his hormones one time.

"It wasn't as good as taking advantage of you though," Dominic continued when it was evident Kenneth wasn't going to say more. He felt the same way about Kenneth as Kenneth felt about him. Initially he'd hated seeing him drive up, but for the past three weeks he looked forward to their times together, and even if they didn't tickle or mess around he felt a sexual arousal being around him. When he thought about him at night, he still couldn't get a boner though. He did have one now. He rolled over on his side and snuggled closer to Kenneth, poking him with his little cocklet.

Kenneth felt the hot little poker against his side. "You don't take advantage of me," he said gently and with a smile as he rolled over on his side to, to face Dominic, and to draw away from temptation. "You can only take advantage of someone when they can't resist."

"Oh. Then you take advantage of me," Dominic said with a giggle. "I can't resist you." He snuggled closer again, his stiff little cocklet branding Kenneth's stomach this time.

"What I mean, is that Kurt did stuff with you while you were drunk."

"He was drunk too."

"What I mean is that you weren't able to think straight and resist his advances."

"Why would I want to?" At one time Kenneth was confident of his answer. Now, that was a difficult question. "It felt good doing stuff with him," Dominic continued. "But not anywhere as good as doing stuff with you." He reached over and cupped Kenneth's warm balls on the outside of his thong.

Kenneth was about to say he shouldn't do that, but he held his tongue. He didn't want the boy to think that it was wrong. It wasn't, not really. It wasn't like the church or adults said. Two guys messing with each other could be good, very good. It had been with them that night at Cory's party. He'd never felt such love and tenderness as he had when then or when they'd woken up the next morning. So what if he was thirteen? He knew about sex. He'd known a lot about sex before they'd started doing stuff together.

Dominic reached inside Kenneth's thong and slipping his hot little hand about Kenneth's limp cock, he began to stroke it. It quickly began to swell in his fingers. Kenneth had to smile. Dominic had changed this past three weeks too. He was still quiet but he was a lot more confident in himself for one. And he'd taken a greater interest in sports, and especially football. He leaned over and brushing aside the pesky hank of blond hair that kept falling over Dominic's forehead and in his eyes, he kissed his forehead. Dominic smiled, and leaning his head back he kissed Kenneth, on the lips. They kissed a second time, and a third, and Kenneth reached down and gently and slowly stroked the now thirteen-year-old boy's slender, erect dicklet as he felt the boy push down his thong.

Squirming around so they were head to foot, Dominic wrapped his fingers about Kenneth's erect cock and licked it, running his tongue up along the base to the knob, and then over the bulb to the tip. He tickled his pee slit with the tip of his tongue and ran his hot, wet tongue along the ridge of his bulb, drawing out a clear droplet of pre-cum. He flicked it up with the tip of his tongue and savoured it. He wondered when he'd be able to squirt. As he resumed licking, he felt Kenneth's mouth envelop his little cocklet and begin to suck on it. Kenneth worked his lips up and down the shaft and over the sensitive knob encased in foreskin. He swallowed the dicklet-flavoured saliva and basted the little noodle with more. He blew his spittle under the boy's tight foreskin and slowly and gently pushed it back with his lips. He was slow and careful, and his spittle and Dominic's arousal resulted in the tight skin being slowly pushed back and his tender, delicate little knob being exposed.

Holding the skin back, Kenneth ran his hot, wet tongue around the exposed purple bulb, the delicious little bud the sauciest, tastiest thing he'd ever savoured. Dominic trembled with the shocks of stimulation shooting through his exposed knob and he attacked Kenneth's large, stiff cock with even greater eagerness. He slipped his mouth over the bulb-like knob and sucked on it. He ran his tongue over the tip and he eased his lips down the throbbing shaft as far as he could. He wanted so much to please Kenneth. He wanted so much to bring him the greatest pleasure a boy could feel, and for Dominic, that was the throbbing, exquisite pleasure that made a guy's dick feel numb and tingling and twice as big as it really was.

From Kenneth's heavy breathing, he knew he was achieving that, and that Kenneth was on his way to that most exquisite feeling of all, that moment when he reached his climax. For Dominic that was still dry, but he knew the undescribable pleasure he felt was at least equal to that when a boy was able to squirt. He was approaching that same peak himself. It was so wonderful when two guys reached that peak together, the result of what one was doing to the other. That was true love. That was what sex was all about, and what being a boy was all about. As Kenneth warned him he was about to come, he held his breath and drew back so that he could catch Kenneth's hot, creamy offering in his mouth, so he could taste it and savour it before swallowing it. And, when Kenneth came, so did he, jerking and thrashing about with his own hot orgasm. It was awesome, even more awesome than the night they'd had sex at Cory's party and he'd fucked Kenneth's ass.

Later, they snuggled together, warm and flushed, arms about each other, Dominic's blond head on Kenneth's broad, muscular chest. He traced a pattern on Kenneth's stomach dreamily. "Thanks," he sighed. "It was an awesome birthday."

Chapter Thirty

"So who's the kid with the dogs on the wall?" Cory asked, propping himself up on his left elbow and gently feeling his tight, swollen balls with his other hand. It was sort of weird how a guy's balls swelled and drew up under his dick when he had sex and he wondered if that was because of the way they bounced when a guy fucked or if that was how they shot out his cum or what. Sex is a wonderful, awesome mystery when you are thirteen. He and Antoinette had just finished screwing in front of the Christmas tree in the family room. Doing it there had been his idea and though Juliet was home up in her room and could have walked in any time, Antoinette had given in to his whim, and he didn't have to use the headband. She could never say no to him. Besides, it was sort of exciting and daring, something her sex life with Julius was not. That was another great thing about being a thirteen-year-old boy, and being in love with one who was.

"That is Benjamin, my nephew, Julius's younger brother's son," she replied, looking up at the pictures she'd hung earlier that week. "Everyone calls him Benji. He and his family will be visiting for a few days over the Christmas holiday." That was why she'd taken out the pictures and hung them up along with the Christmas decorations. "It will be the first time they'll be spending more than just part of a day with us in almost four years. Ever since they got Benji his first pet, they've never stayed overnight knowing how I used to feel about animals, and especially dogs."

"So have you decided on what sort of dog to get yet?"

"No. I told the children to surprise me. They're going to buy me one for Christmas," she responded with a smile.

Having had a fear and dislike for dogs all her life, she could not understand her sudden and complete reversal in attitude, but she was actually looking forward to having a dog in the house.

"Julius's brother and his family also know about our conversion to nudism. I think Jacques is coming more because he's concerned about Julius than because it's Christmas. I think he thinks Julius is having some sort of mid-life crisis, or a nervous breakdown or something."

Actually, she was wondering the same. Julius had become exceedingly impatient and short-tempered and as moody as a teenager, and he had the strangest fixations, all of them totally unexpected. These past two weeks it was his breath. He was constantly trying to check it by cupping his hand over his mouth and exhaling, and he was brushing his teeth every half hour.

"We told them they don't have to go naked just because we will be, but I think it will be a strained Christmas visit all the same. And speaking of Christmas, I wish you were able to open presents with us Christmas morning."

"Yeah, well, me too, but we're going to my grandma's. It's sort of a Christmas tradition thing."

To be honest, fucking her was fun, but visiting his grandparents, his father's parents, was a lot more fun.

"I got you a present," she said, sorting through the presents under the tree. "You can open it now if you like."

"Hey thanks," he said, ripping open the wrapping. It was a DVD set of the first three Harry Potter movies. Cory had never read the books, not being much into reading, but he did like the movies.

"I wanted to buy you something more personal, but I didn't know what your mother might think."

"Yeah, I suppose she'd think it was sort of weird," Cory observed.

"The clerk said the DVD's are very popular among… those your age."

She was going to say children, but it was hard to think of Cory as a child considering they'd just had intercourse, and that she was carrying his child. It was two and a half months, and she was definitely showing.

"Yeah, they're cool," he said. "Which reminds me, I almost forgot. I brought over your present today." He'd left it in the inside pocket of his jacket, which he'd left up on the hallway table where he'd taken off his clothes. Going up to get it, he noticed his underwear, which was the second last thing he'd taken off just before his socks and had left on the top of his stack of clothes on the hallway table, was gone. That was very weird. It was also the second pair. The first was when he'd stripped down in his room just before the Gilles's had come over for Thanksgiving.

Returning to the family room, he handed Antoinette the present. He'd even gift wrapped it. As Antoinette opened it up, he could see from the look on her face she was surprised, as he figured she would be. "This way when I can't come over you can use it and think of me," he explained as she examined the four-inch [10cm] dildo. Jacob Schuller had let him have it for free, not that he didn't have money to pay for it. He had no idea selling porn was so profitable, and that was only his half.

"Well, ah, thank you," she said, not knowing what else to say. It was a thoughtful gift she figured, in a thirteen-year-old's way of thinking anyway.

For his father he'd gotten a horror anthology with all the stories having something to do with insects, which he knew his father would like in that he loved reading mysteries and insects is what he studied, and he got his mom a necklace with matching earrings. For him, his parents had gotten some cool video games for his new computer and a bibcam. Returning to Riverside after spending Christmas with his grandparents, Cory called on Terry to see if he and Lad would like to pay a holiday visit to Goosey and to see their new dog. Terry was grounded, again, but said Lad would be delighted. Anthony eagerly agreed to accompany him, never finding a moment with Cory dull. The sound of the doorbell was greeted by loud barking inside the house. Julius opened the door a crack and peeked out.

"Oh, hi," he said, hardly enthusiastically. He did not seem to be in a particularly good mood. Seeing Lad, he glanced back at Cory curiously.

"I brought Lad over for a visit. He misses you."

That Cory knew Lad, and knew about him and Lad, did not come as a surprise. Nothing was coming as a surprise anymore. What with Antoinette's sudden turnabout regarding dogs, Annette's piercings and tattoos, the visits now at any hour and without notice by her nigger and spic friends, Anton's even wilder accessories and sudden faggish behaviour, his sick delight in the taste of shit and piss, which Bob, Spence or Lane now provided each time they met in the park, Julian's totally undisguised disgust in him and loss of interest in soccer, his brother's atypical visit and his concerns and questions about his health and his job, why not a visit by two of his less favourite students, Cory and Anthony, along with his secret lover, Lad? He let them in. "I'm the only one home," he said, uncertain whom Cory had come to see, the boy spending more time with his wife than his sons when he did visit, and no time at all with Annette, which was at least one blessing. The idea of Cory dating his daughter sent a shiver up his spine. "Me and my nephew. The rest have gone out post-Christmas shopping."

"Perfect," Cory said with a grin.

They were immediately checked out by the Gilles's new pet, a nine-month-old Rottweiler by the name of Rocky. Although only nine months old, he already had a massive, powerful body and the typical broad head with rounded forehead and well-developed muzzle. Like all Rottweilers, he had dark eyes and black lips and his coat was short, hard, and thick, and black with brown markings on his cheeks and muzzle, paws and legs. Although basically still a pup as you could see from his behaviour and his face, he already stood at twenty inches [50cm] and was seventy pounds [32½kg].

With him were Benji's two pets. His three-year-old Doberman, Dobe, stood at twenty-seven inches [69cm] at the shoulder and weighed seventy-five pounds [34kg]. Muscular and squarely built with a muscular neck, deep broad chest, and strong legs, his eyes were dark and deep set and intelligent and his smooth, short, dense coat black with a deep rusty red with lighter rust markings on his muzzle, throat, above his eyes, in the front of his chest, beneath his tail and on all four legs and feet, making him a very attractive young dog. Initially developed and bred as police dogs, you could see he was intelligent and a good guardian. Although curious and excited, he stayed close to his young master.

Benji was even cuter than his picture, an inch under four feet [1.20m] and on the thin side but not skinny, around forty-five pounds [20kg]. He was the type of boy that brought a smile to everyone's face just looking at him with his nice button nose, innocent eyes and feathery eyelashes, small mouth and dainty lips, and scattering of freckles. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts, revealing his slender legs and a very nice, round, small butt. Excitedly bounding about and trying to squeeze in was Benji's newest pet, Shep, an eight-month-old Alsatian, twenty inches [50cm] tall and sixty pounds [27kg] with an attractive black and tan coat, very much still a pup with his bright, inquisitive eyes and excited, curious behaviour.

Lad of course checked out and was checked out by the other dogs first, but not having seen his bitch for two weeks, he was far more interested in him, and in showing him how much he'd missed him. Julius of course could not very well provide him what he wanted as much as he wanted to. Lad's ardour and Julius's attempts to discourage him got Rocky upset. Though he sensed Lad was not attacking his master, what he did sense the German Shepherd was up to was confusing, his master being neither female nor dog. Lad's arousal and Rocky's guardedness got the other two dogs excited, which got Benji worried as he tried to stop his pets from jumping round and knocking something over, which his parents had warned him about considering Aunt Antoinette's former dislike for dogs, and a little frightened as he saw Rocky beginning to tense and heard the low growl in his throat.

"Told you he missed you," Cory observed. Julius was of course naked and Lad was doing his best to try to get behind him.

"Shep jumps up on me too, when I come home from school," Benji observed as he petted Shep's head and tried to stop him from joining in, "but he's not supposed to. We're trying to teach him not to jump up on people." It was an observation, but also a hint for Cory to control his dog in the only way the seven-year-old knew how without just telling him, which a seven-year-old can't do to a boy almost twice his age.

"Yeah, well, Lad more than just misses your uncle. He wants to screw him. Why don't you just let him, Mister Gilles?" Cory asked matter-of-factly as he looked up at the man with wide-eyed innocence that was incongruous with his vulgar remark. "It'd calm him down, and the others too probably. Sides, you both want to do it."

Julius looked at Cory, and then at Anthony glumly. So, they did know more than just that he and Lad knew each other, as he'd suspected. But how? It was difficult to concentrate with Lad trying to jump up on him and the other dogs straining to break loose from Benji and Rocky about to attack. He pushed Lad down, but the dog just jumped up again. The German Shepherd wanted to mount him desperately, and he desperately wished that he could let him. There was only one way Cory could know about them. The picture. Despite doing exactly what he was told every time they'd met, even eating his shit and drinking his piss these past two weeks, Bob Moser had posted the picture somewhere, somewhere where his students would see it, somewhere where they hung out! That was how Cory knew!

His sudden anger was sensed by Rocky who became even more upset and was now baring his teeth, much to the worry of Benji and Anthony besides himself. Julius knew he had to do something, and quickly. He had to get Lad out of there, to settle down the other dogs, to get him away from Rocky, and to get him away from himself. It would be great if they could be alone together, so they could do what they'd become accustomed to doing whenever they saw each other. He loved the animal, loved him in a way that went deeper than just the love between owner and pet. But where could he take him? Taking him outside would separate him from the other dogs, but they wouldn't be able to do anything. Perhaps the boys could take the other dogs outside while he took Lad to one of the bedrooms, his and Julian's bedroom.

On the other hand there were advantages to getting it on with Lad in front of Rocky. Perhaps the Rottweiler would get the idea what could be between a dog and a man and the two of them could do it on those days Lad wasn't around. That would be good. He loved Lad, but he loved getting screwed too, and he never knew when Lad was going to be at the park. Perhaps he and Lad should do it in front of all of them. Benji loved his two dogs and they loved him, as a master loves his pets and vice versa. Perhaps the boy should learn that deeper love, the love that existed between him and Lad. The moment that thought entered his head he rejected it. The boy was only seven for God's sake! But why not? Why not at age seven? It was a beautiful thing, the love between him and Lad, and physically rewarding. Why deny the boy the experience, and the pleasure? There was no denying the pleasure. Seeing Rocky's hackles begun to rise, he made his decision.

"Let's go down to the family room."

Reaching out and petting Rocky and assuring him everything was all right, Julius lead the way. He had made the right decision. Stepping into the family room, he quickly dropped to his hands and knees and as he expected Lad immediately jumped him. The sooner they all understood the better. Benji stood there staring in total surprise, an arm about each of his pets as he tried to hold them back and to calm them, without much success as they watched Lad furiously hump his hips back and forth, his big red cock quickly emerging from his hairy sheath. Julius opened his sphincter wide as Lad wrapped his forelegs about his waist tighter and rammed his body against his, his stiff, slimy cock seeking his hole, the odour of the sweat of the man having the same effect on him as a bitch in heat.

Obviously prepared to protect the master he'd known for less than a week, Rocky tensed, every muscle in his body ready for action. It was fortunate perhaps that he'd known Julius for only such a short time. Had they had time to develop a closer relationship he would have surely attacked Lad even though he was meaning his master no harm. As it was, his agitation was more a case of excitement and confusion which fortunately delayed his innate attack reaction. Seizing the opportunity, Julius talked reassuringly to the Rottweiler, petting him firmly, drawing him under him to pin him down before he did do something. On impulse, he reached down and stroked his lower flanks, reaching around and cautiously touching his pouch. The dog did not object to his intimate touch. Slipping his thumb and fingers about the hairy pouch, he squeezed and tugged on it, including the Rottweiler in his sexual orgy more out of necessity than desire, figuring if he involved the animal sexually also he would be more accepting of what the strange dog in his house was doing. As he felt the dog's cock slowly begin to swell and saw the red, pointed tip begin to emerge from the pouch, his own cock began to swell with arousal and at the same time he felt Lad's hot, slick cock begin to penetrate him. It was a magical moment.

"Can dogs and people make puppies?" Benji asked innocently, causing Anthony's eyes to sparkle with amusement as he grinned over at Cory.

"No," replied Cory. "You need a boy dog and a girl dog to make puppies."

"Then what is your dog doing?"

"He's not my dog," observed Cory. "It's a friend's. And what he's doing is what you said, he's screwing. You got that part right. But he's not doing it to make puppies. He's doing it because he likes it, because it feels good. Which is why your uncle Julius is doing it too."

Dobe and Shep squirmed and whined as Benji held them tight, the two dogs sensing the sexual arousal in the room and their biological instincts kicking in. "I think your two dogs want to have some fun too," Cory observed. "What are their names?"

"Dobe and Shep," Benji replied, his pride in his two dogs evident in his eyes and the tone of his voice, as was his love. The two dogs immediately licked him in response to hearing their names.

"So what do you say, you want to have some fun like your uncle is?"

Benji looked over at his uncle. The German Shepherd was grasping him tightly with his front two legs and ramming his big, sticky, red pee-er in and out of his bum just like he'd seen boy and girl dogs doing it in the park. He did seem to be enjoying it, the dog that is, and his uncle seemed to be enjoying it also actually. He also seemed to be enjoying playing with Rocky's pee-er, rubbing and squeezing his hairy pouch which seemed to be making his pee-er come out like he'd seen Dobe's do sometimes when Dobe licked himself. He wondered if Rocky felt the same way he did when he rubbed his pee-er, and why it was okay for his uncle to be doing it to Rocky but his dad had said it was bad for him to do it to himself. It had felt good, and the boy beside him said that was why his friend's dog and his uncle were doing what they were doing, screwing the boy had called it. That was a lot for a seven-year-old to absorb.

"Com'on, we'll help you," Cory offered, reaching over and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"My dad said people aren't supposed to take their clothes off in front of other people," Benji advised, but from the tone of his voice he didn't totally believe that.

"You don't want to get them torn or dirty, do you?" Cory asked, continuing to undo the buttons.

"Well, no." Slipping the boy's shirt off, Cory dropped to his knees and drew down Benji's fly and undid his belt. "We're going to take our clothes off too, aren't we Anthony?"

"Oh yeah, for sure," Anthony replied, immediately beginning to unbutton his shirt knowing that Cory was trying to convince the boy it was all right to get naked. His eyes were glued on Goosey and the two dogs. Although he'd seen Goosey getting his ass fucked plenty of times in the park, seeing it only a foot away from him and watching his teacher playing with the Rottweiler's cock besides was hot, and the idea of the seven-year-old boy getting naked and messing with his two pets was even hotter. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off and chucking it aside, he unzipped his fly and pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. His underwear was bulging and as he pushed them down Benji stared at his erect cock. His got hard like that, sometimes when he was asleep and woke up in the morning and had to pee bad. He'd never seen another boy's when it was like that though. He was still uncertain if he should be taking his clothes off. His mother and father had explained to him that his uncle and his family went around naked, and that was okay in private like that, but it wasn't something they believed in or were going to do. The other boy had taken his clothes off though, and it was interesting seeing his thing sticking up like that, and he didn't want to get his clothes dirty. His mother definitely would not like that. By then Cory was pushing down his white briefs and helping him step out of them and it was too late.

Shep and Dobe both immediately checked him out, sniffing his dangling boyhood and his butt, even giving both a lick, causing him to giggle and the two boys to laugh. Although he was a bit on the quiet side, he was not shy, and like his father, he was bright and inquisitive. This had all the indications of being fun, and perhaps on the forbidden side, and he was not the type of boy to let that stop him.

As Anthony put his arms about the two dogs and kept them pointed at Benji, he encouraged them to keep licking as Cory quickly removed and chucked his clothes, not just to show support for Benji but also because he enjoyed going naked. Suggesting Benji get on all fours like his uncle, he guided the Doberman around behind him, and Dobe immediately got the idea and jumped him. Anthony meanwhile guided Shep around to Benji's side and his head under his master where he could continue licking the boy's dangling boyhood. On impulse, he rolled the Alsatian pup on his back and swung him around under his master and groped the young dog's pouch. His cock of course immediately began to poke out and he told Benji to lick it like the dog was licking him. Lacking the inhibitions installed by adults and his peers and that came with age, Benji curiously lowered his head and tentatively ran his tongue along the red, rubbery cock, causing Shep to lick him all the more vigorously. As eager to please Shep as Shep was to please him, he licked his rubbery, slick dick a second time, this time more forcefully.

Having occupied the two, Anthony crawled over to Benji's butt. Pulling back the seven-year-old's small, firm ass cheeks, he told him to push out like he was going to poop. As the boy did so, Cory grabbed the hot, stiff cock of the excited Doberman and tried to stop him from humping long enough to guide his cock to Benji's opening. It took several more attempts, but the lively, energetic Doberman was hot and eager for a fuck by then and nature and instinct finally succeeded in achieving the unnatural union of dog and boy. One he got the tip of his tapered dick inserted in the boy's anus, he needed no further help and quickly rammed his slender, slick cock up the boy's virgin ass and began humping, much to the delight of his two assistants.

Anthony dropped to his hands and knees again and crawled back between Benji and Julius to check out how the boy and Shep were doing. Shep was happily laying there on his back lapping at Benji's little stiff cocklet and smooth balls, and Benji was just as happily licking his stiff, jerking cock. Telling the youngster to slip his lips over it and suck on it like a popsicle, Benji did as he was told and Shep immediately began to face fuck him. Rocky, now fully erect and seeing Lad and Dobe furiously humping and a round, pink ass being presented to him in the traditional doggy position, suddenly squirmed out from under Julius and leaped on the unsuspecting boy.

"Oh shit!" Anthony exclaimed as he felt the strong, hairy forelegs wrap about his waist and the hot, slimy poker poking at his backside. It was so totally unexpected and the sight of his best buddy there on his hands and knees and the Rottweiler trying to mount him was so funny Cory could not help laughing at the situation. Whether it was beginner's luck or instinct or just meant to be, after only a couple probes Anthony felt the dog's hot, stiff cock wedge into his opening. Feeling Anthony's hot, moist flesh enveloping the tip of his cock, Rocky stopped his wild humping and thrust forward, driving his hot, hard cock up Anthony's rectum.

"Oh maaannn! Oh fuck!"

Cory rolled over on the floor with laughter as Rocky resumed his rapid, passionate humping. There was no way he was going to be able to stop the Rottweiler now if he wanted to, and he suspected Anthony didn't want him to anyway from the look of shock and of delight on his buddy's face. Wrapping his forelegs about Anthony's waist even more tightly, Rocky thrust his hips to and fro madly as if trying to make up for lost time. His slick, red cock looked to be about five inches [12.5cm] long, an inch shorter than Lad's, and about the same thickness, about two fingers. As he humped Anthony's ass, his eyes seemed to take on a focus, as if concentrating on the pleasure pulsating through his cock. Anthony could feel it throbbing as it pumped in and out of his ass. He was surprised how hot the dog's cock was, and he wondered if a guy's cock felt that hot. Although he'd had occasion to fuck François Gilles several times and more recently Kenneth Ballard, he'd never had a cock up his own ass, not until that moment. To his delight, it actually felt quite wicked. As he felt Rocky start squirting his dog juice, he quivered with the sensation and wished guys could squirt their stuff for as long as dogs were able to.

Benji was getting a double dose of the hot, slimy juice, Dobe spurting his doggy cum up his master's tight, round ass and Shep pulling his cock out of Benji's mouth in his excitement and spurting out his cum like a little water pistol as he hungrily and eagerly licked the swollen little dicklet of his seven-year-old master. Having only recently reached sexual maturity, the eight-month pup was spurting for his first time. His cheeks glistening with Shep's slime, Benji fastened his lips about the pup's hot, red pecker once again and more tightly and drank Shep's hot, slime straight from his throbbing dick. His own little cocklet, barely more than two inches [5cm] and as thin as his little finger, was burning with a pleasant arousal like he'd never felt before and each time Shep's hot, wet, rough tongue ran over his knob it sent shivers of pleasure up the little swollen cocklet. At the same time he felt Dobe's hot cock pumping in and out of his throbbing, burning asshole, his slime shooting up his rectum and with each withdrawal of the hot cock oozing out of his hole and down the backs of his small, dangling balls.

Cory was so hot with all the action going on around him he didn't know who to watch. It was totally wicked, and even more wicked was that he hadn't had to use his headband for any of it, not to convince Goosey to get it on with Lad in front of them, nor to convince his nephew to get it on with his two dogs. That was especially hot, uncle and nephew both getting their asses royally fucked by a dog. And Goosey's brother had told his son not to even take his clothes off. He wondered what the boy's father would think if he could only see his seven-year-old son and his brother now. And it was so funny Anthony getting himself humped by accident. His buddy was clearly enjoying it though from the look of pleasure on his face and the fact his cock was rock hard. So was his own. Slipping over beside Anthony, he reached under him with his left hand as he reached for his own cock with his right and he began stroking the two hard, aching cocks simultaneously.

Like Shep, Rocky had only recently reached sexual maturity and was engaged in his first sexual experience. He rammed his body against Anthony with rapid, short thrusts, his stiff cock spurting out his slime with each thrust, and as he approached that peak of arousal for the very first time, he fucked even more furiously, almost knocking Anthony over. Anthony groaned with the sudden pain and pleasure as he felt the nine-month-old pup's knot stretch open his anus and pop inside his rectum and his hot, stiff cock begin spurting out his doggy slime in earnest, totally filling Anthony's rectum. Between the hot sex going on around him and having his anus fucked and filled with doggy goo for the first time, not to mention his stiff cock being stroked by his best buddy, Anthony shot also, spurting his thin teen cum across the carpet of the family room with one of the most violent ejaculations the young teen had ever experienced. Just as aroused, Cory groaned in ecstasy also as he felt his cum surge up the core of his young early teen cock and he shot his stuff across the carpet also in a staccato of rapid spurts.

Lad by this time had thrust his knot up Julius's asshole also and had stopped humping as his juice spurted out of his swollen cock and up Julius's rectum. Both he and Julius were panting with pleasure, Lad's long, red tongue hanging out of his gaping mouth and his slobber oozing down it and off the tip to drip on Julius's back and ooze down around his ribs and down along the groove of his groin where his thighs joined his torso, through his hairs, and on down over his tight, swollen balls. Between having his prostate massaged by Lad's hot cock and the pleasure of having his ass fucked, Julius had shot off a load himself, shooting his slime across the carpet of the family room also and the last of his cum now hanging from his still stiff, throbbing cock. Flushed with pleasure, Julius glanced over at his young nephew beside him and his stiff cock jerked with arousal at the sight of the pleasure on the seven-year-old's face.

Unable to swallow as fast as Shep was spurting out his young doggy cum, the pup's goo was oozing out of the corners of his master's lips and down over his chin. Young Benji's eyes were closed in pure ecstasy as he savoured his young pet's gooey slime and as unbelievable shocks of pleasure ripped up his rectum and through his swollen little dicklet. His stiff, aching cocklet and little marble-like balls were dripping with slobber as Shep lapped at them furiously, sending shivers of arousal through the swollen flesh. At the same time Dobe's hot, slender cock was sending shivers of arousal through his tight asshole and up his rectum as it rapidly thrust in and out of his body. Then the three-year-old Doberman suddenly rammed his knot up his young master's rectum and began to spurt big time, filling the little boy's rectum with his cum. A strange, new shock rippled through the seven-year-old boy's groin as he trembled violently with his first orgasm as the two Gilles families pulled into the driveway. This was going to be an afternoon he'd be forever indebted to Cory for, and that he'd remember for the rest of his life.

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