Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 68-69 (Concluding Chapters XII-XIII)

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Concluding chapter XII

When Julius and the boys returned home they devoured the spread Antoinette had laid out for them as if they hadn't eaten in a week. Actually, she'd prepared it for Cory having made his favourites, barbequed ribs and chicken with spicy fries and freshly baked buns with chocolate cake and double fudge brownies for desert, but she was delighted to see their appetites and their appreciation for her efforts. She had spent the entire morning cooking.

"Shit, that was fucking fantastic," Cory observed as he finished his third large slice of chocolate cake and wiped the icing and crumbs off his mouth with the back of his hand along with the remainder of the BBQ sauce. He burped loudly to the amusement of young Benji who'd eaten half a chicken, a heaping plate of fries, and four deep fudge brownies himself. "Thanks dumpling," he said, using his latest pet name for her as he smiled up at Antoinette, "you're fucking fantastic." She beamed happily like a newlywed wife being praised by her husband. Although two years ago she would have never tolerated such language and behaviour from her children, she had come to not just accept his vulgarity and coarse habits as typical teenage behaviour but found herself turned on by them. "There's only one thing left that will make it perfect," he observed as he leered up at her suggestively, causing her to blush and giggle like moonstruck calf, which she was, a fat, moonstruck calf.

"What's the one thing that's left?" Benji asked innocently, wiping the chocolate milk off his upper lip with the back of his wrist as he watched the two of them head out of the kitchen.

"Let's go out in the Italian Gardens and I'll explain," Anthony replied, thinking of the one thing left that would make things perfect for him too, and the Italian Gardens would be the perfect place for it.

Julius, humiliated by the open flirting between his wife and her teenage lover and the constant sexual escapades of Cory's friends and frustrated by his inability to do anything about any of it, reached for another slab of ribs. He knew with his weight he shouldn't, but on the other hand, he'd earned the extra helping this morning mucking the stables not to mention the other.

Retiring to the bedroom and directly to the bed, Cory flung himself on Antoinette and began to smother her with kisses as he reached down and caressed her pussy. One great thing about practising nudism was that you didn't have to waste any time getting undressed. She responded by caressing her slim teenage lover's smooth, compact buttocks and back and returning his hot, passionate kisses. He made her feel so young. Cory soon snuggled down and began kissing her breasts, larger and fuller than usual with mother's milk as a result of her recent pregnancy, and then fastening his lips to the right nipple, he began to gently suck on it.

"Naughty boy," Antoinette scolded as she felt her milk squirt out of her nipple. "You'd best leave that for Sarah and Emily." As he continued to suck, she felt another squirt and a quiver of arousal ran up her vagina.

"Too bad you don't have three tits then we could each have one," Cory observed impishly.

"Silly," Antoinette giggled as Cory took her other breast in his hands. Squeezing it gently as if milking it, he slipped his lips over the nipple and began to suck and was rewarded a few moments later by another squirt of warm milk. He enjoyed drinking her milk and could see why videos of young, recently pregnant girls getting the milk sucked from their tits were popular. He also knew suckling him turned Antoinette on as much as it did him as evidenced by the heat and dampness of her pussy as he returned his hand between her legs. After the sex play that morning with Nicholas, he was just in the mood for a piece of hot hair pie. His cock, already erect without even touching it, nodded its head in agreement.

As her young lover knelt between her legs and poked her with his stiff cock, she delighted in the coarseness and vulgarity of his lovemaking, and with his never ending sexual energy. She'd begun calling him her Everready Bunny after the energizer battery commercial on television featuring a toy rabbit that never ran down. She delighted in the quickness of his arousal when he made love to her and the amazing rigidity of his young cock, which seemed to be growing longer and fatter each time they had sex, which had been every day since she'd given birth to their twin daughters, and sometimes two or three times a day, which was something Julius had never done. Cory had said he was making up for time he'd lost when her belly had gotten too big for them to screw, though it wasn't as if he'd had to totally abstain. For the last month of her pregnancy she'd sucked his cock or taken it up the ass instead of having intercourse, both of course having been Cory's ideas.

She knew if they kept up that frequency she'd be getting knocked up again if she hadn't been already, but Cory refused to use a condom or to let her use a pill, and as a good Catholic she was hesitant to use such birth control methods anyway. Besides, she had to admit she liked doing it bareback also as Cory called it, and anyway, at forty-one she didn't have that many childbearing years left and she wanted to give Cory as many children as she could. She certainly didn't feel forty-one, not when she was with him, and certainly not when they made love. He made her feel like a teenager again. To be honest, even as a teenage girl she'd never had such wild and passionate sex as she was having at forty-one.

Wrapping her chubby legs about her slender lover's waist and her flabby arms about his upper torso, she embraced him tightly as her hotly pulsating vagina filled with her cunt juice. She worked her cunt muscles in time with him, tightening them as he withdrew and relaxing them as he sank back up her vagina and delighting in the thrills of arousal pulsating between her legs as her young lover rode her. They were both breathing heavily and perspiring profusely and Cory had to stop on occasion to catch his breath and, she knew, to stop from coming and to prolong their pleasure, and to bring her to her own climax. That was something Julius rarely did, and when he did, he did it poorly, never able to wait for her and then hanging on in obvious pain as she thrust her hips to and fro in desperation to reach the same ecstasy as he had, or more often than not, going soft on her. Her fourteen-year-old lover never went soft.

Cory closed his eyes in delight as his swollen cock throbbed with pleasure and he felt the pressure developing in his loins. No matter how often he got off he delighted in those feelings as if he were experiencing them for the first time. He wrapped his arms about his obese partner as best he could and humped her for all he was worth, his slight body sliding over her smoothly and easily with her sheen of sweat lubricating her billowing flesh. He so loved the way that felt. Their breaths were ragged and he knew they were both near that brink. He paused longer than the previous times, not just to allow his lust to subside and not just to enjoy the sexual ecstasy, but to cool Antoinette down also. He wanted to reward her for the lunch he knew she'd spent the morning preparing just for him, and the best reward he could give her was the longest and hottest fuck of her life.

Seconds away from climaxing, Antoinette began to thrust her hips to and fro in a desperate attempt to orgasm, but to her surprise Cory told her to lie back and relax and just enjoy the pleasure between her legs. Always the obedient wife, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, causing her young lover to slowly rise and fall as she concentrated on the throbbing between her legs, unable to tell if it was her cunt or Cory's cock that was pulsating between her legs. As the tension slowly began to subside and the throbbing became less urgent she was disappointed she hadn't reacher her climax, but to her surprise Cory began to work his still stiff cock in and out of her again, and he did so high up on her belly so that his cock rubbed against her clit, sending sharp spasms through her swollen cunt lips and causing her to ache once again with the need to climax.

Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down between her folds of fat in rivulets and as she caressed her teenager lover's back she found it was damp with a sheen of sweat also. Once again they approached that peak and she could not believe that they'd had sex for as long as they had, and that Cory had not yet come. It was even more wonderful than anything her romance novels had described. She closed her eyes and tensed and seconds later began shrieking with ecstasy as her climax hit her, wave after wavy of sharp, penetrating pleasure pulsating up her hot, slimy cunt and causing it to constrict and relax out of control. Shrieking like a banshee she thrust her lips upward and fell back on the bed repeatedly as wave after wave hit her. Cory rode his heaving, climaxing beloved like a bronc buster and then he too tensed and threw back his head as he reached his own climax. Antoinette drew him to him tightly, almost breaking his ribs as she felt her teenage lover beginning to shoot his hot, thick teen semen up her vagina. Life was wonderful.

Emerging from the bedroom two hours later, smelling of sex and cunt and leaving behind an exhausted and totally satisfied partner, Cory skipped having a shower so he could enjoy the fragrance of sex and his lover's sweat. He got dressed and called for the family's chauffer, Chouan Sangha, to take him and their butler, Gamal ben Marduk, to Falconridge where Doctor Frederick Rabb had his medical clinic, swinging by Canal Street to pick up Ravindra Shankar first. Arriving at the swanky clinic they were taken immediately to the teaching unit, an observation room with a one-way window looking in on an examination room. It also functioned as a recording unit, the operation room having remote cameras which could be controlled in the observation room for the purpose of reviewing medical procedures later or showing to interns, besides recording for other purposes when Billy or Cory requested, the construction and outfitting of the room having been funded by their entertainment company.

This was one of those times and the two patients about to be filmed and that Cory had kept waiting until he'd arrived were the ex-cops Michaela Polanski and her companion and colleague Erica O'Malley. It had been a year and a month since the two men had been transformed from swaggering, faggot-hating, racially-prejudiced, macho cops to a pair of loving dykes. They were still prejudiced against immigrants and foreigners but Cory had a remedy for that personality flaw which he'd begun three days ago.

Following their sudden and unexpected sex-change operation, Billy and Cory's revenge against the two cops for raping Molly Vickers and Trang Ng, they had taken a leave of absence from the force to deal with the drastic changes, not just their physical alteration, which was drastic in itself, but the changes in their personality that Cory had induced during their operation, the two men and close buddies waking up to find themselves women and not only turned on by their new anatomy, but finding themselves physically attracted to each other besides. After a period of at first denial and then of hatred during which they'd considered taking justice in their own hands as they'd done with Molly and Trang and seeking their own revenge against those who'd done this to them, they were forced to accept the fact that there was nothing they were going to be able to do about it. For one, despite all the contacts they'd made with informants and the scum of the underworld who would sell out their own mothers after a total of thirty-two years as cops between the two of them, and even though they were still formidable, both being over six feet [1.80 m] tall and over two hundred pounds [90 kg], all muscle except for their huge silicone boobs, nobody knew anything about who was responsible for capturing them in the Economy Inn that afternoon or who was responsible for changing them from men to women.

They had only two leads, the faggot whore Goth punk kid they were about to deliver their brand of justice to, and the diaper head who worked for Dunkin' Donuts, both of whom they'd been forced to have repeated sex with. Both claimed innocence. They had no idea who the men were who'd broken into the room and had forced the two of them to have sex with the two cops, and they had been given drugs afterwards to mess up their minds so they could not recall what the men looked like nor much of what had happened that afternoon. The two cops knew it wouldn't have taken much to force the two yellow-bellied, limp-wristed faggots to have sex with the two macho men, and they themselves had only vague memories of the faces of their captors, recalling only that it was a gang of spics and niggers, their images having become blurred during the ordeal they had gone through, and probably because they had been given drugs too. Of course the manager of the Economy Inn knew nothing of the men nor where they'd been taken, which came as no surprise.

What was vivid in their minds and still was a year later was that they had been forced to have sex with the twelve-year-old kid and the effeminate-looking, long-haired curry-eater repeatedly. Also vivid in their minds were the powerful ejaculations that they'd had. The last memories they'd ever have of ejaculating had not been between the legs of a beautiful woman or with their wives but had been the result of the disgusting, filthy sex the two of them had been forced to engage in with a faggot preteen and a filthy, brown-skinned diaper head. What happened after that was a blur but when they'd woken up they'd found they were women, complete with huge, gorgeous boobs and hairless gashes between their legs and with their balls pickled in formaldehyde in two jars which they kept on a shelf in their living room as reminders of when they were real men. Not only that, they'd found they enjoyed touching their new sexual organs, and that they felt an attraction toward each other that was stronger than any attraction they'd ever felt before, even the attraction to their wives. No wonder they could not recall the faces of their captors nor much about what had happened in their sex operation. What they had gone through would be enough to warp the strongest minds.

Unable to deal with the looks and the comments behind their backs from their colleagues and former buddies on the force, they'd resigned and after some debate what two extra-large and masculine-looking dykes who only knew how to be cops could do, they'd taken on jobs as night security at Aris Pandoppolis's warehouses down on the docks in LA, Aris being the only one who would give them a chance. That was added insult in that they knew Pandoppolis had Mafia links, but they needed work and it was far enough away that nobody knew their former identities as men. Of course that meant moving away from Riverside, but that didn't really matter in that their wives had asked for divorces. None of them, their wives, themselves, Erica's two girls and Michaela's two sons could handle their physical conversion, nor their new sexual orientation. So they'd moved to the lower side of LA, taking their pickled balls and mementos of their former lives, Erica's weight-lifting trophies, photographs of him in his trunks flexing his muscles, and the photograph in his uniform when he'd served a three-year stint in Afghanistan, and Michaela's Ironman trophies, having been an accomplished triathelete, and the photographs of him showing off his muscles in his swim suit and biking gear that had once adorned the mantle over the fireplace and that his two sons, Michael Junior now twelve and Stan now eight, used to take down and show their friends and tell them they wanted to be big and macho and have muscles just like their dad. And of course there were the scrapbooks of newspaper clippings about their accomplishments as cops and in sports that they occasionally took out and sadly thumbed through as they recalled their past lives. They were delighted to be women, and they found each other sexually arousing, but they still missed those days, the glory of achievement and the respect and envy of other men and the love and hero-worship of their children, and could not help but have days of regret and wishes that things could be undone.

That was why they'd come to see Doctor Frederick Rabb. They missed their children greatly and had decided to have a family together. Frederick Rabb was a respected and well-known doctor and a leader in genetic research. He was also known in the underworld to be working on some of the shadier sides of medicine, including stem-cell research with human tissues which was banned almost everywhere in the world and abortions which other doctors deemed too risky or unethical. He was the type of doctor Erica and Michaela wanted. It was not every doctor who was willing to inseminate two lesbians. Besides that, they did not just want to be artificially inseminated, they wanted a guarantee that the sperm that would be used would be from the right men. If they had boys, they wanted them to be all boy, strong, muscular and aggressive just like they had been as boys and men, and if they had girls they wanted them to be the perfection of femininity, gorgeous, smooth-complexioned, large-breasted and with shapely legs, submissive and skilled in all those feminine pursuits. They wanted perfect children and were not averse to genetic engineering if that was what it would take, and they knew the German doctor was interested in developing the perfect master human race himself, and the two white, macho, immigrant-hating American women had no problems with having two blond-haired, blue-eyed Aryan children.

When they'd first met the doctor he'd seemed strangely familiar, especially his eyes and his voice, but then he had often been in the newspaper and on television. This was their fourth and final consecutive day, the four days having been determined by the doctor to be the four days they would most likely be ovulating. He seemed particular interested in their reproductive organs, and particularly pleased that they were ovulating and menstruating, which the two women found strange, but then he was a genius and eccentric. His method of insemination also seemed strange, but then he was the expert and they were paying very big bucks for his advice and his special sperm. They had expected it to be very clinical, sit in the examination chair, spread their legs, and be inoculated with a syringe. Instead, he wanted them to lie down on the surgical table and make love, full passionate love, including giving each other an orgasm. He said it would better prepare their minds and their bodies for the sperm, increasing their chances of fertilization besides ensuring right from the start the proper frame of mind for the perfect children they wanted to conceive.

So the two women who had been impatiently and irritably waiting for the past hour were finally told by the doctor they could begin. Sitting there on the examination table, they began to kiss and caress each other and to unbutton each other's blouses and unzip each other's skirts, unaware of the audience they had in the room behind the mirror. Despite their size and bulk, they were good-looking women admittedly with masculine overtones, Michaela with her broad face and wide nose and long, curling platinum blond hair and blue eyes and Erica with her strong, square chin, curly, flaming red hair and green eyes, both with firm, silicone-filled 40dd boobs and broad hips and backsides, strong, muscular, smooth thighs, and thick, curly bushes above firm, luscious labia. They played with each other's breasts, squeezing them and caressing them, snuggling down to kiss and lick them, nibbling on their large, quarter-sized nipples, the sensitive nubs quickly growing firm and sending tingles of arousal through their breasts.

Their hands continued down, their long fingers with their brightly painted nails, flourescent red for Erica and metallic blue for Michaela, gently caressing their flat, muscular stomachs and their sensitive thighs. They slipped their middle fingers along the crevice of their labia, caressing the swelling lips and carefully pressing between them to stroke the velvety, moist inner lips. As men they'd delighted in caressing their wives' cunts and were disappointed when their wives didn't share the enjoyment of being touched, and flatly refused to touch their own genitals. Now Erica happily and eagerly caressed Michaela's swelling cunt and delighted in being touched in return, as did Michaela, the two of them thrilling in the tingling desire and pulsating of their labia and vaginas. Their kissing became more fervid as their passions rose, their lips pressing tightly against each other as they inserted their middle fingers up each other's swollen, wet cunt and began to finger fuck each other while on the other side of the mirror their audience leered and smirked.

Twisting around on the examination table, they buried their faces in each other's crotch, delighting in the fragrance of each other's femininity as they kissed and sucked on each other's cunt, as they stuck out their tongues and lapped up each other's slimy cunt juice and probed each other's juice-filled twat, things their wives would never allow them to do and had thought filthy and disgusting. Each delighted not just in her partner's cunt but in their partner's delight in her own cunt and the joy that the other found licking and tonguing her swollen, slimy slit. Their cheeks smeared with cunt juice, they eagerly tongued each other's clit, sending spasms of arousal through their partner's swollen cunt and causing their partner's and their own cunts to fill and overflow with juice. Inhaling deeply they lapped up and sucked in each other's cunt slime with hot, growing passion.

All the while they thought of the pleasure they were feeling and the love they felt for each other, and the reason they were doing this laying there on an examining table. They were making love, but they were also making a baby. They were preparing their bodies physically for the semen the doctor was at that very moment thawing and preparing for them, that special, perfect sperm for the special, perfect child that would be growing in their bellies, that child of their choosing. Each imagined in her mind that beautiful baby girl with soft pink skin and dimples and tiny, smooth little slit, that toddler in pink ribbons and lacy effeminate panties, that young adolescent with the long, beautiful hair and budding breasts and sweet hair pie between her legs. Each imagined that perfect little baby boy with his little wrinkled nut sac and tiny little pink weenie, that toddler in the wide-legged trousers fiddling with himself as he played with his cars and trucks, that young adolescent with developing muscles and pendulous balls and horse cock just like they'd had.

At the peak of their ecstasy the doctor slipped into the room and handed them the syringes with the bulbous tips filled with their special sperm, and they eagerly grasped the long, thick syringes and inserted them up each other's vagina. They eagerly pumped the thick, ridged tubes in and out of each other's pussy, sending thrills through each other's throbbing vaginas, the ridges designed to strike their clits and send sharp pangs of pleasure through their aching cunts. They gasped and squirmed with their approaching orgasms until at last at that moment of pure ecstasy, they thrust their hips up off the examination table as they shook and whimpered with their climaxes, and pressing their lips tightly together in love and lust they plunged the syringes in as deeply as they could and squeezed the rubber bulbs at the base, squirting that special sperm up their hot, throbbing cunts, that sperm that would create in their bellies that perfect baby.

They quivered and gasped as they felt the hot, thick semen spurting up into their wombs and they thought again of those perfect babies, the beautiful baby boy with soft pink skin and dimples and tiny, smooth little dicky, that toddler in pink ribbons and lacy effeminate panties, that young adolescent with the long, beautiful hair and budding breasts and horse cock between his legs. Each imagined that perfect little baby girl with her little wrinkled cunt and smooth, pink pubes, that toddler with her hands in her panties fiddling with herself as she played with her cars and trucks, that young adolescent with firm budding breasts and muscles and delicious hair pie just like they had and loved.

And watching behind the mirror with delight at the two hefty lesbians furiously diddling each other with the sperm-filled dildos was a most appreciative audience. It was the fourth consecutive visit to the clinic also for Ravindra and Gamal but the first time they'd watched the two recipients of their semen that they'd donated on each of their visits, the last having been jacked out only a minute ago and squirted into the special dildos that had been provided. The instructions the doctor had been given were that the sperm was to be from men who were strong, muscular and aggressive and whose female relatives were the perfection of femininity, gorgeous, smooth-complexioned, well-built, submissive and skilled in all those feminine pursuits. Ravindra and Gamal and their sisters all fit that bill perfectly, just as Cory had suggested to the doctor. At no time had Michaela nor Erica said their donors had to be white.

This was also Cory's fourth consecutive visit. He and Billy had kept track of the two ex-cops off and on since their operation and it had been through Billy's contacts that they'd learned the two had begun asking about who might perform artificial insemination on two lesbians, and through his contacts that they'd directed the two women to Doctor Rabb. The good doctor was more than willing to inseminate the two lesbians, having a vested interest in the two women in that he'd performed the transsexual operation and was eager to see if the two women could conceive and carry a baby to full term. As for neglecting to inform the two women that their babies would be of mixed race, he felt no guilt. They were lesbians after all, and besides, it had been Cory's idea and he was indebted to the Wilson-Dean-Schuller Entertainment Company's for helping fund the facility and supporting his more unorthodox research.

Unlike the two sperm donors watching beside him, Cory had witnessed each of the previous sessions of sex between the two women and had used his headband to pick up their thoughts and to begin moulding them. Augmenting their natural maternal instincts and love for their still to be conceived babies was easy, and by the time he was done over the next nine months of post conception consultations between them and the doctor he'd have them so much in love with the babies in their bellies that they'd love them unconditionally despite one being half Arab and the other half East Indian. By then he'd also have them conditioned to raise their sons, if that was what they had, as effeminate, cross-dressing horse-cocked faggot girls, and their girls, if that was the toss of the coin, as little butch dykes just like their mothers.

That would only be the beginning. After their first set of babies he'd ensure that they'd want a second, and he figured it would be a hoot if Doctor Rabb used the sperm he'd collected from them before pickling their balls, or the sperm he'd produced since then from the seminiferous stem cell tissues he'd saved from their nuts and had been experimenting with. He could inseminate each with his own sperm. Talk about having the cops fucking themselves! Or he could use Mike's sperm to inseminate Erica and Eric's sperm to inseminate Michaela. He could even encourage them to have a third round of children. Juan and Billy would be happy to donate sperm he was sure, or maybe Sangha. And of course as their children grew older their half Arab and half East Indian children could introduce their younger white half siblings to sex, and their white siblings could service their still younger half nigger and half Puerto Rican siblings, boy on boy, girl on girl, brother on sister.

It was with those happy thoughts that Cory had Sangha drive them over to the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys to watch the challenge soccer game between them and Woodbine Christian, one of the newer private schools in the Rancho Santa Ana district designed specifically for the spoiled offspring of the new rich. The Rancho Santa Ana district was the third richest district in Riverside populated by two-income, upwardly mobile aspiring socialites in middle management in the electronics, plastics and aeronautics industries, parents who didn't have the time nor the desire to spend with their children so shipped them off to private schools and kept them busy in organized sports. The reason Cory was going to watch the game was because the coach for the Glencoe team was Bob Moser, and that was another success story.

One evening just over a year ago, toward the end of April, a couple weeks after Julius had been given notice his contracts as a coach at rgab and as a teacher at Lincoln Junior High were being terminated at the end of the school year, Cory, Dominic and Anton had been goofing around playing truth or dare, and, like typical junior high boys, most of the questions and most of the challenges were of a sexual nature, like streaking across a neighbour's front lawn or mooning passing cars. As a shiny, dark blue Porsche approached them Cory dared Dominic to moon the occupants as they drove by. Hoping they wouldn't notice, the thirteen-year-old boy stood and turned his back to them, and as they approached he dropped his jeans and underwear. To his horror the car slowed and stopped!

"Hey, I didn't know there was a full moon tonight," a voice called out, a high pitched feminine voice.

Quickly pulling up his pants and underwear and turning around he found a very good-looking and stacked sixteen-year-old girl smiling at him and the driver, who he at first thought was her twin, looking over her shoulder with the same twinkle in his eyes and the same grin.

"Hey, you go to rgab, don't you?" the boy asked, glancing at Anton. Anton nodded, recognizing the two teens immediately, seventeen-year-old Colin Cosher and his sixteen-year-old sister Stacey, the children of the Chairman of the Board of Trustees for rgab, Calvin Cosher. Colin went to rgab and his sister went to their sister school, the Gladys Harper School for Girls.

"Oh my God, it's Julian's little fag brother," the girl said, Stacey having been Julian's girlfriend until he'd gone weird and started dressing and acting like a girl.

The two got out and approached the three boys. From the glaze in their eyes and the odour on their breaths, it was clear they'd been drinking, which Cory pointed out.

"Oh, very smart," said Colin. "You go to the head of the class. And who are you, smartypants?"

"Cory. Cory Wilson."

"And what's your name moon boy?" asked Stacey.

"Dominic. Dominic Halder."

"Oh my God, you're Dominic? I hear you had one wicked thirteenth birthday party little dude!"

Dominic blushed even more as he recalled the delightful but embarrassing events of that party. It was even more embarrassing knowing that a sixteen-year-old girl had heard about his party, and he wondered just how much she knew. "I hear your moon was very popular," she said with a giggle, causing him to turn so red the sunset was pale in comparison.

"Your face is as bright as Anton's Mohawk," Colin laughed. "Nice hairdo you and your ol'man are sporting these days by the way," he said sarcastically as he turned to Anton. "Speaking of your ol'man, where is the stupid fat slob anyway?"

Anton bristled with the derogatory comments about his father, but he knew there was no point in retorting. Colin Cosher was a senior and a real wit at school, besides being a lot bigger and stronger, and anyway although he loved his dad, he had to admit he was a stupid fat slob. "He's gone out. With my mom."

"I should have known the rents were away or you three wouldn't be out here playing infantile games."

"And what are the two of you doing in this part of town?" Cory asked, his own dander rising. He didn't much like Julius Gilles but he didn't like him being insulted in front of his son either, and he didn't much like the attitude of either of the Cosher children, calling Anton a fag to his face and talking to Dominic like he was a little child and looking down their snooty noses at the three of them. He'd show them some infantile games.

"Slumming," Stacey said with a giggle.

"Actually, we just picked up some liquid refreshment over on Sixteenth and are looking for a place we can do some serious partying."

"What sort of partying?"

"Drinking. What other kind of partying is there?"

"Well, if you're looking for a place to drink, why not come in and sit by the pool. Like you said, the rents are away."

"Well now, that's right decent of you old chap," Colin said pretentiously. "The pool you say. We just might do just that."

Anton and Dominic were dismayed and surprised Cory would invite the two arrogant, condescending snobs into the Gilles's home. They were even more surprised to find the trunk of the Porsche was loaded with beer, purchased of course illegally, the brother and sister being underage. Lugging the cases inside, the brother and sister opened up a couple cans and taking out a pack of cigarettes lit up, and offered beers and cigarettes to their hosts. Cory willingly accepted both and Dominic and Anton accepted a beer simply because they knew they'd be derided if they didn't. As they drank, they talked, mostly about school and drinking and dumb age laws, the Coshers doing most of the talking, and it was not long before they were finishing off their fifth can while Cory was beginning his second and Dominic and Anton were still sipping the bitter brew of their first. The booze had come from Paul Kowalski with whom the Coshers often drank and who was a university student making some extra money bootlegging over on Sixteenth Street. His brother Mike attended William Cleaver High school and was a football player. It was though sports and through Mike that the two Coshers knew Kenneth Ballard, whom Stacey thought was the hottest hunk going and whom Colin admired for his football skills, Colin himself being a mediocre soccer player who was mostly on the team because of his father's position. And of course it had been through Kenneth and Mike that they'd heard about Dominic.

"One problem wish beer ish that it don' shtay in your body very long," Colin observed, his voice having become slurred. "Whersh the bashroom?"

"I think you might have trouble getting to it," Cory observed as the older teenager stood and almost toppled over.

"Hey, wash you mean? I can walk schtraight."

"Why don't you just use one of those cans you've emptied and save yourself a trip?"

"I'd need sheveral cans, not one," Colin grinned. The patio was beginning to spin and Cory's idea didn't sound half bad. Cory handed him one of the empties. "Stachy, closh your eysh."

"Why, you embarrassed by your size?" Cory asked, looking up at the blurry-eyed teen innocently.

"Of corsh not. She's a girl."

"You don't like girls to see your thing?"

"She's my shister."

"So?"

"Yeah, sho?" Stacey asked teasingly, feeling tipsy herself.

"Shuit yourshelf," Colin replied, pulling down his fly. Stacey continued to watch instead of turning her head as he'd thought she would. Well, what the hell. He'd warned her, and he had to go, bad. Taking his cock out and aiming for the opening in the can, he missed more than he got in, to the amusement of all the others, and causing him to giggle drunkenly himself. "You think you can do better?" he asked, challenging his sister.

"Better'n you," Stacey replied, "an' I don't have a hosh to aim wish."

Bombed herself, she got to her feet unsteadily, the sudden movement making the patio spin even more. She openly pushed down her tight jeans and panties and squatted above a can and all four boys watched as she directed a stream for the opening. Actually, she did a much better job than her brother had.

"Too bad we didn't bring our bathing shuits or we could go for a schwim," Colin observed.

"That's okay. The Gilles's are nudists. You can go buck naked."

"Oh shure, you jush wanna she my shister," Colin snickered.

"Except for fag boy," Stacey said. "He'sh jush waitin' to she you brother dear."

"We've already seen both of you," Cory pointed out.

"Oh yeah. Gesh you have. Well, why not." Swaying unsteadily on his feet, Colin pulled his fly back down and fumbling with the clasp until he finally undid it, he dropped his pants and underwear. As he stood on one foot to step out of them he staggered sideways and then swayed forward and back before falling over, much to his merriment and that of the others. Sitting there on the patio, he struggled to get out of his tangled trousers and underwear like he was a two-year-old. Stacey was having just as much difficulty.

It took a while but finally the two of them had stripped naked and they arrogantly displayed their bodies to the three boys, Colin proud of his physique and 'family jewels' and rightly so, and Stacey knowing she had a body that boys dreamed about, and both figuring they were giving the bumpkins a treat. Encouraging them to have another beer before they took a swim, which was not difficult to do, Cory opened up two more cans for them, and slipped in a Viagra pill, which he'd slipped off and gotten out of Julius's night stand, in Colin's. By the time they finished the cans, Colin was feeling the effects of the pill and both were feeling the effects of Cory's broadcasting through his headband.

"Colin, you pig," Stacey observed as she noticed the erection he was trying to hide behind his hand. "Do you have to play with it?"

"I washn playin' wish it."

"Then what were you doing?"

"Tryin to hide it sho you wouldn' she it."

"Whash wrong wish you anyway, gettin' a shtiffy like that?"

"I can't help it. I need a woman, bad."

"You're lucky, there's a woman here," Cory pointed out with a grin.

"She's my shister."

"So."

"You gotta be kiddin'!"

"Don't you find her attractive?"

"Of course not."

"Whash the shit you mean by that?" Stacey retorted.

"I mean you're my shister for Chrissake."

"Sho. Don't you find my body attractive?"

"Yeah, shure. You got a great bod. Everyone knowsh that."

The three young teens certainly agreed with that, Stacey half sitting and half laying on the patio drunkenly, her large sixteen-year-old boobs openly displayed and her legs splayed, openly displaying her slit. "So why don't you two get it on? You both want it."

"When you grow up you'll understand," Colin replied, wishing his sister would at least close her legs. She was not making this easy for him.

"How do a guy and girl do it anyway?" Dominic asked, feigning wide-eyed innocence as Cory had whispered to him.

"Yeah, how do they do it?" Anton said in support as Cory had whispered for him to do.

"Com'on, show us."

"Man, you're shush a child."

"Bet you don't know how."

"Now you're being schutpid."

"Bet you're a virgin," Cory challenged, looking directly at Colin. "Bet both of you are," he said, looking at Stacey.

"Heh, whash would you know about that," Colin retorted, Cory having struck a raw nerve.

"So if you're not virgins then what's the big deal about you two doing it?"

"Yeah, show us then," Dominic challenged in support. Seeing the two of them fucking there in front of them would be hot.

"Maybe the snooty class is too prudish to do it in front of others," Anton added, catching on what Cory was trying to do.

When Cory had invited them in to drink by the pool, he hadn't had any plan in mind, other than he was going to make them pay for the sarcastic, demeaning comments they'd made about the three of them, and whatever that was it was going to be demeaning and embarrassing for the two of them. As they'd sat there and drank and rambled on drunkenly, he'd scanned their minds and he picked up Colin's thoughts about screwing Anton's brother's fake cunt and wondering what it would be like to screw the faggot wanna be woman's kid brother's ass. It did not take much probing to discover he was a virgin and that though he had been trying to make out with several different girls he'd been unsuccessful, and that seeing his sister's cunt that night had been the first twat he'd ever seen. Probing Stacey's mind he found that she too was a virgin though she'd come close to giving in to Julian's persuasion, wanting to do it with him but out of fears of pregnancy and reputation had rebuffed him. Since breaking up with him she hadn't found anyone she felt strong enough to give up her virginity to, or that she trusted not to tell or to be clean.

Cory picked up on that thought now and began to ping each of them. This was her chance. She could trust her brother. He would never tell. No boy would admit to doing his sister. And he was clean. He was a Cosher after all, and besides, she was pretty certain he was a virgin. This was his chance. His sister was bombed and horny for a screwing. Despite his upbringing that had taught him that his sister was untouchable, he couldn't help notice her body, especially as she'd begun maturing these past couple of years. Now it was impossible not to notice now she was naked. She was hot. And he was horny. They could show these little, underprivileged kids something. They'd never have a better chance than this to see how real heterosexual people did it, and how people did it with class. They were a class act. Stacey did have great tits, and it was a chance to lose his virginity. Colin would be gentle and understanding, and he did have a buff body. She was feeling horny, the itch between her legs having never felt so strong, and he was evidently horny. He had an erection. From the way she was displaying her twat, his sister evidently was hot for it. So why not give it to her? He had a boner and she knew it. It was as if she was challenging him to use it.

With the booze, the Viagra Cory had slipped Colin, their natural teenage hormones, and Cory's probing and pinging, they gave in, and the moment they gave in and their lips met, nature took over. They kissed and caressed, Colin massaging and cupping his sister's tits as he'd read in porn stories and as he'd ached to do with a girl but until that moment had only been able to do from the outside of his dates' clothes, Stacey caressing his back and returning his kisses and stroking his thighs as she'd read in her romance novels, causing his cock to jerk. She slid her hands farther down, cupping his tight, smooth ass. Boys had such firm, compact asses and she'd wanted to slip her hands down the backs of her dates' jeans and feel them but she knew to take such aggressive action would only set up expectations she was not prepared to fulfil. This was her brother however and he'd understand. They kissed and caressed more firmly, more passionately.

Stacey lay down on her back beside the pool, somehow having ended up on an air mattress, and raising her legs and spreading them, she exposed her pussy to her brother and the three junior high boys watching. He would be gentle, and he was clean. Colin knelt between his sister's legs, his stiff cock aching for pussy, and he placed the tip against her virgin hole. This was it! He was going to lose his virginity. He loved his sister so very much. He'd always loved her, but after this night he'd love her more than any brother could love his sister. They had always been close, as far back as either could remember. They understood each other. They knew what each other was thinking and how each other was feeling. People had often commented that they should have been twins. They looked identical. Their faces that is, their long, curly blond hair, their blue eyes, their noses.

Colin pushed forward ever so slowly and Stacey pushed out with her abdomen, opening up her swollen lips to him. How had she known to do that? The thought had just popped into her mind. Likely it was an instinct. Colin leaned forward and kissed her and paused, letting her pussy juice flow around the tip of his stiff, aching cock, letting her get hot. He hadn't read that in any porno story. Somehow he just knew it, but then he was a Cosher. He'd never felt so horny. Nor had Stacey. She wanted it. He wanted it. He plunged forward, breaking her hymen, and she cried out but was glad it was her brother and not some crude high school stud just wanting to get his rocks off. He would be gentle, and he'd understand. He'd just cracked his sister's cherry. He was glad it was him and not some crude high school jerk who would brag about scoring in the lockers tomorrow. He'd never tell. It was his sister, and he loved her.

Colin sank his stiff, aching cock up his sister's cunt until his hairs were pressing against hers, until his low, dangling balls were brushing against her smooth thighs, until his cock was buried up her hot, wet pussy as far as it could. Her brother was inside her. She could feel his hard, hot cock deep up her vagina, stretching open her labia. She was glad it was him. It felt good, so very good. As he raised his hips and his cock slowly withdrew she instinctively tightened her cunt lips about it, and as he slowly sank it back in she relaxed her grip. She didn't know how she'd known to do that. It had just popped into her mind. It felt so good, gripping his hard, stiff bone with her cunt. Colin drew back out and then sank his cock up his sister's cunt again. It felt so good, having her cunt grasping onto his cock as it withdrew, having his cock surrounded by her hot, pulsating pussy. It was so wet. He could feel her cunt juice basting his cock.

The two closed their eyes and began to fuck each other with a lust that surpassed their wildest fantasies. With a smile, Cory withdrew his mind and sat back and watched along with Anton and Dominic. This was so fucking hot watching a brother and sister going at it for the first time. The rules against brother and sister doing it were so dumb. But what was going to come next was going to be even hotter. He let them enjoy the pleasure pulsating between their legs for another minute and then he gently pinged their minds again, playing with them.

It felt so good doing it together, their organs united, pulsating as one. They were engaging in that most intimate act, an act of love, an act engaged in by lovers around the world. They were not exactly lovers though. They were brother and sister. This was more an act of lust than an act of love. It was crude and illegal and immoral actually. It was even cruder doing it in front of others, and especially in front of three young teens, junior high kids and middle class besides. What had they been thinking doing it in front of them? What were the three watching them thinking? What could they think about a brother and sister engaging in a base, crude act like this, rutting like the lower classes and criminals did in Baldwin Park, rutting like animals? How could they have done this? How could they be feeling so good when what they were doing was so wrong?

They were feeling good, very good. The pounding of their blood through their swollen flesh, the pulsating of their organs, the building pressure in their loins, it was totally awesome, even better than getting high. Colin inhaled and exhaled deeply as he worked his throbbing, aching cock in and out of his sister's hot, moist pussy. It felt so good deep inside her body, being gripped tightly by her eager cunt. His cockhead tingled and burned with a pleasure that until that moment he'd only known by creating it with his own hand. This was so much better, so much sharper. Stacey inhaled and exhaled deeply also as her swollen cunt throbbed and pulsated. It felt so good, and when Colin's thick, long cock rubbed against her swollen clit she quivered uncontrollably with a delight she'd never imagined in her wildest fantasies, a delight far superior to anything any author had ever described in a romance novel. She wrapped her legs about her brother and wrapped her arms about him as he eagerly thrust his cock in and out of her body. He fucked her faster and faster as the pressure inside their loins built higher and higher until at last they both exploded.

Stacey cried out and tightened her grasp, her legs locking around her brother's waist, her arms wrapped about his upper torso, her cunt grasping his hot, throbbing cock like a vice as he spurted out his thick juice. She could feel it spurting deep inside her as her entire body spasmed with her first ever orgasm. Over and over her hot, aching cunt contracted and relaxed, each contraction sending a thrill of arousal through her blood-engorged labia and up her vagina. She trembled and gasped with the first orgasm she'd ever experienced as Colin trembled and gasped with his own climax, the first up a girl's cunt. He gasped and snorted like an animal in rut as he shot his semen deep up his sister's cunt, the power and pleasure of his ejaculation greater than any he'd achieved by hand.

Wracked by the ultimate pleasure a boy or girl can know and by embarrassment and guilt at the same time, Colin and Stacey lay there beside the pool, snorting and panting and quivering with pleasure while painfully aware of the audience sitting around them and watching.

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Concluding chapter XIII

With the firing of Julius Gilles as rgab's soccer coach and the retirement of Arnold Penhold, the board began looking for a new coach and teacher. Bob Moser fit both needs, having been a superb coach who had previously lead the rgab high school soccer team to more championships than any other coach in the school's long history and having been a well-liked and successful junior high teacher at the private school besides. It had been a year and a half since the spurious and false accusations against him, and he had been proven innocent of the charges. Still there were some long-held grudges and jealousies and despite the support of the school principal and the leaning of many on the Board of Trustees to rehire him, the chairman of the Board, Calvin Cosher, used his position and influence to convince the majority not to do so. Of course it helped when several prominent financial backers of the school, and in particular the Freemans, once again threatened to withdraw their children, and their funds, if Bob was rehired.

Then suddenly at the end of July to the surprise of the trustees and individuals like the Freemans, Calvin Cosher uncharacteristically did an about face and did everything short of demanding that the trustees hire back Bob Moser. It was not like Calvin Cosher to change his mind once it had been made up and especially since he'd been one of those leading the charge to have Bob Moser fired in the first place. Many were suspicious why he'd suddenly changed his mind but none of them could figure out what could have happened for him to do so. Of course there was no way any of them could have ever suspected that his two oldest children, both of them honour students, school leaders, and upright, decent teenagers well liked by their peers and adults alike, would have done something as sordid as have sex with each other three months earlier. Calvin Cosher would not have believed it either had he not got in the mail a video tape of them in the act, with a note saying that he'd better hire Bob Moser or the tape would find its way into the hands of the vice-chairman and unidentified influential backers of the school.

So, the trustees reversed their decision and rehired Bob, resulting in the Freemans and several others pulling out their children and their funding, some out of jealousy and spite and others because they could not admit they had been wrong when they'd pushed for his resignation in the first place a year and a half ago. Several, including the Freemans, enrolled their children in Woodbine Christian which despite being comparatively new was one of the top ranked schools in the state. That created problems enough for Calvin Cosher but to add even further to his problems, as the school year progressed it became more and more difficult for his daughter to hide her pregnancy and she finally had no choice but to tell her parents and to drop out of Gladys Harper. Of course Karen Cosher was livid when she found out her daughter was pregnant. Not only was it embarrassing that she was knocked up like a common slut and had to leave Gladys Harper, but even worse she knew what others would be saying about her parenting ability. She insisted on knowing who the father was and that he and Stacey get married immediately as the only decent thing to do. To her anger and surprise Stacey refused to identify the father, and to her even greater anger and surprise, her husband supported the silence of their daughter. She could only conclude that the stresses of their personal life and his position as Chairman of the Board had become too much for him, but then he never did have much of a backbone. The only reason he'd gotten to where he was, was because of her. He'd never ever gone against her wishes before.

Unbeknownst to his mother, her son Colin was the one about to have a mental breakdown, his mind being wracked with remorse and guilt. He and his sister really were close to each other, being like two peas in a pod not just physically but in personality too, and since the incident at the Gilles's residence they'd become even closer. It was agony seeing her taking all the shit when they were equally responsible for her condition, but they had nothing to gain telling their mother who the father of her first grandchild was. He at least had the comfort of being able to give his sister moral support through her pregnancy though at first it had looked like he wasn't going to be able to do even that, his parents, that is, their mother, having decided the best solution to the 'problem' was for Stacey to move out of state to live with an aunt and uncle until she had the child and then for her to give it up for adoption.

Thankfully for both him and his sister their mother changed her mind. Unbeknownst to them, Cory had intervened and had convinced her subconsciously through the use of his headband that their dirty little secret would be better kept if her daughter lived at home and raised the child herself. He hadn't done so out of any great concern for Colin nor Stacey even though he had been responsible for their intimacy. Rather, he figured having their little bastard running around the house would provide future leverage for when Calvin and Karen Cosher got too smug and comfortable with their bigoted little lives.

So Bob Moser got hired and he lead the rgab soccer team to tie with Woodbine for third place at the close of the soccer season. To everyone's surprise, the gosey Ganders came in first, undefeated for the entire season. Bob had to give Julius Gilles credit, and also his team captain, Chang Tse-tung, a good-looking streetwise fifteen-year-old from Riverside's Chinatown whose jeans Bob wouldn't mind getting into. Julius had totally turned his coaching techniques around and had taken a totally new team and new school to the top of the league in one year. He had to wonder if Julius's rumoured unconventional team bonding and player initiative practices had anything to do with his success. With someone with Gilles's reputation and the reputation of the group of delinquents that he'd brought together in his new school, there were plenty of wild and usually lurid rumours about what those practices and initiatives were, and having an in with a close member of the family, Cory Wilson, Bob knew that some of those more vulgar rumours were true. Of course what he did not know was that Julius had also had the advantage of having Cory's coaching advice, which was surprisingly sound from an athletic point of view despite Cory not being an avid soccer player and showed surprising insight into the minds of the students enrolled in the outreach school.

Saint Joseph's came in second, the only surprise being that they hadn't come in first, Saint Joseph being one of the best teams in the league, constantly in the top three and having won their own share of championship trophies. That Woodbine Christian came in third wasn't a big surprise either. Despite being a fairly new private school, having been opened up only four years ago, it was making a name for itself. With over ninety percent of their students being white, it catered to the sons and daughters of the middle rich from Riverside's growing plastics and electronics industries. Their parents were in the six digit income bracket with their combined salaries and both had at least one university degree. The school was constantly in the top rated schools academically, and over the four years had been consistently and rapidly growing stronger in soccer also, their coach being the best money can buy and the team not wanting for anything.

The rapid rise of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys soccer team during the season had been the second big surprise in the soccer community. Of course everyone knew of Bob Moser's superb coaching skills, but at the end of the previous season the team had been at the bottom of the league and he'd inherited a team filled with dissension and discontent and players with sloppy living habits and soft bodies, even Big Theo. On top of that he'd lost several strong players, including Joshua Card and Kevin Johnson who had graduated, and the Freeman cousins.

Mind you he had also lost two of his weakest players, Colin Cosher, the son of the Board Chairman who was on the team because of his father, and Freddy Rabb, who was more interested in getting laid and getting high than he was in soccer, both boys having graduated. He'd also lost Julian Gilles who'd once been a strong soccer player but who'd been put in the impossible position of team captain over the past captain by his father and who'd lost interest in the sport over the year, besides taking on some very weird personal habits, but then peculiarity seemed to be a Gilles family trait. Bob had also gained some strong players, including Mason Hartley who was a muscular and scrappy grade ten student with the unique junior high record of being able to hit a pop can with a gob of spit at a distance of three yards and a reputation of being a bit of a bully, neither of which was a disadvantage for a soccer player.

So, through a lot of hard work and determination and hours of soccer practice to build up their bodies again and to regain their confidence, he'd brought the team back and with each win their confidence and skill grew. Besides his own coaching skills, he had the advantage of having the respect and trust of the team right from day one and of having Spence Spudder back as team captain, whose jeans incidently he would also love to get into. Spence was not only a highly skilled player but he had the respect and admiration and the full cooperation of the team right from the start also. To have brought the team from last place to tie with Woodbine Christian for third place was an incredible achievement for both of them.

Bob's success in the classroom had not been a surprise, the man being the type of teacher who listened to his students and genuinely cared about their lives in school and out. So with the school year about to close he was once again revered by his students in the classroom and on the soccer field to the point where he would have been able to easily fulfill his wildest boylove dreams. When he had been fired two and a half years ago those dreams had only been dreams, Bob having respect for his students and being conscious of his position of authority which he would never abuse or use for his own personal gain. Although he had lusted for many of the boys in his soccer team and for the cub scouts he'd been responsible for as a scout leader, and had fantasized having some of the wildest sex a man could imagine with them, he had never acted on those lusts and fantasizes and had instead found sexual outlet through reading boylove stories on the Internet and corresponding with their authors.

It had only been after the loss of the companionship and daily interaction with boys and being denied the Platonic love that had existed between them and that had curbed his sexual craving for boys, combined with his new fixation to humiliate and degrade the fathers and mothers and former friends who had unjustly turned on him in his time of need and support, that he had given in to those cravings. The first had been with Julius Gilles and his sons two years ago this coming September, with the help of course of Cory Wilson though he still was not quite sure how the boy did the things he did or knew the things he knew.

Over the year he'd worked as groundskeeper at Westbank Park he'd been able to enact his revenge against some of those who'd opposed him and turned on him, again he knew thanks to Cory though again he wasn't sure just how. He'd also been able to realize some of the fantasies he'd denied himself earlier, and some of the revenge fantasies he'd dreamed up those painful five months after having been fired. As groundskeeper he had quickly learned the haunts and routines of those boys who were not averse to having a little sexual fun with members of their own sex, including fun with an older beer-loving man pushing sixty with a grey-streaked ponytail and a salt and paprika goatee, in the public washroom in the park, in secluded bushes along the western fringe near the freeway, and in other teenage meeting places in the city. Again he knew he'd been able to do so at least in part thanks to Cory Wilson who somehow had a knack of finding such boys and steering them toward him or steering him to them.

Two of those boys who were not averse to messing around with a man old enough to be their grandfather were the Spudder brothers. Bob had always had the highest respect for Spence Spudder. He'd made him team captain when he'd entered grade ten not because he was an attractive, well-built boy or for any hopes of personal gain, but simply because he'd watched him playing in the junior league in junior high and knew the boy's skills and capabilities, as a soccer player and as a leader. The boy had not disappointed him and the five months until he'd gotten fired had been awesome. Of course he'd had fantasies about the boy, wild, delightful fantasies, but Spence had been a student of his in junior high and in grade ten he was the boy's coach and so he'd curbed those lusts though they had fuelled many a masturbatory session. Spence's younger brother Lane he'd also admired, for his quick mind, his sense of humour and his athletic abilities also, and he'd lusted for him too, especially given his dark good looks and his deliciously long and fluttering eyelashes, and he often had included him along with his brother in his nighttime jerk session fantasies. However, again, as the boy's teacher, he never acted on those feelings as strong as they'd been and if he'd remained employed as a teacher at rgab he never would have.

Even after he'd been fired, he would not have normally acted on those cravings with the two boys, not wanting his prior position to influence them, but then he'd come upon Julius in Westside Park and had seen his pompous and hated replacement engaging in things he'd only imagined doing, and shortly after that he had been joined by Lane, which was not unexpected in that the boy had often sought him out for advice and companionship after he'd been fired. Connecting the two events just happened naturally. It had been that close relationship between the two of them and knowing how much the boy hated and despised Goosey Gilles for what he'd done to Spence and the team that in a moment of anger and lust and craving for revenge and empathy for the youngster he'd let Lane in on his discovery.

After that, one thing just seemed to lead to another and he found himself not just acting out his revengeful fantasy against Julius Gilles but including Lane in his fantasy, because he knew the boy also sought and would enjoy the revenge, and because he was able to fulfil his fantasies of sex with the teenager vicariously by watching the boy getting his nuts off with the Gilles boys. After that it just seemed like the natural thing to do to encourage Lane to tell his brother what they were doing and to invite him to join them. The three of them had a common motivation of hatred for the man and a need for revenge for how he had destroyed the team though Bob knew that was a poor reason for his moment of indiscretion to include the two boys. Even so, it had been the reason they'd willingly engaged in the perverted acts initiated by Bob against Julius and his sons Anton, Francois and Julian in the park and later at the rgab parties at the Economy Inn with Julia Gilles and the soccer team and for which Spence eventually took charge. Of course Bob could not deny that he was also following his belief that sex between guys was normal, whether it be between men and men, boys and boys, or men and boys.

As to be expected both Lane and Spence were initially greatly disturbed by what they'd done, and especially by the pleasure they'd felt, the two boys being typical homophobic teenagers having been brainwashed by society and their parents that sex between guys was wrong. Bob knew enough about teenagers, and these two brothers in particular, to realize that and had taken the two boys aside for a man to boy talk after the rush of revenge and lust had worn off and he'd realized what he'd done. His explanation to Lane that it was not so much fag sex that he was enjoying as it was that he was enjoying getting his nuts off, and his explanation to Spence that though it was a homosexual act, he was the one doing the fucking and getting sucked were eagerly grasped by the two boys as explanations for their enjoyment as he knew they would. Though he had felt guilty about not being totally straight with the two boys and telling them they'd felt good because having sex with guys felt good, Bob had told himself that he'd given them those explanations for their own good, there being no reason for them to worry about what they had done and to beat themselves up over how they'd felt. He knew he was not being totally straight with himself either.

As time went on, he felt even more terrible knowing he'd taken advantage of their puppy love and hero worship for him but by then he didn't know how to approach the two boys about his true beliefs about sex between people of the same gender or his feelings about them. Besides, by then they'd seemed to have accepted performing their perverse acts with the Gilles's so there was no need to pursue the matter just to satisfy his guilt feelings. Then last September he once again became their coach and teacher and Julius and Julian dropped out of the picture, both events putting an end to their torment and sexual abuse of the Gilles's and their sexual outings with each other. Bob missed those sexual romps with them in the park or at the Economy Inn and still regretted having involved them in his revenge against the Gilles's and having introduced them to the grosser of his sexual perversions even though Lane and Spence had joined him willing and had enjoyed it. So, out of guilt and to compensate for the wrong that he'd perceived he'd done them, he began doing little things for them, things like tutoring Lane in mathematics, the boy's weakest subject, reading over Spence's essay assignments for grammar and spelling errors, showing up at the skateboard park to give Lane encouragement, and taking the two of them to baseball games or giving them free tickets to go themselves if he couldn't join them.

The exhibition match Woodbine Christian had challenged rgab to upon finding they had tied for third place was a close fought game as one would expect with the teams so evenly matched and Bob Moser and the coach for the Woodbine team wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Fans quickly lost interest in a one-sided game, even the fans for the winning team, and the players lost interest too. What they wanted and what they got was a hard contested final game even though the results would have no bearing on their official standing in the league. Each team wanted to beat the other to show that it was the best, but the rgab players also wanted to beat their former teammates James and Chad Freeman, whom they'd considered deserters going to Woodbine and whom they'd felt had shown disrespect for their coach pulling up and leaving like they had. That, Bob felt, was what had given them the edge over Woodbine and why they won the challenge game.

After the customary celebration with the team in the locker room following the game, nobody was surprised nor concerned when Moose, as Bob Moser was once again affectionately called by his players, and the two Spudder brothers headed off together. Had the team members known they were heading to the Economy Inn on the other hand, there would have been speculation what the three were up to considering the wild orgies the team had there over the course of the previous year. Though their parents and the other spectators had no idea about those orgies, many did know of the reputation of the Economy Inn and knowing Bob and two of his young players were heading there would have certainly raised old suspicions and rumours about Bob all over again.

Pulling into the parking lot, they found Chad and James Freeman waiting impatiently and angrily for them. The two cousins were pissed that rgab had beaten Woodbine, and even more pissed being kept waiting, so they were in a foul mood as they followed Bob and the Spudder brothers up to room 137. Bob was actually surprised the cousins had shown up considering that they knew what was going to be expected of them, and he had to give them credit for that. He also knew that what they were about to do was going to be recorded, but he was confident that he could trust Cory and Billy Dean to see that the tape was turned over to him. It would make a good memento of the day and who knows, depending on how things went perhaps he'd show it to the team to reward them for a game well fought, and provide incentive to do even better next year.

"So, that was quite the game," Bob began, ready to praise the two boys for their skills and congratulate them on a hard-fought and close game.

"Yeah, whatever," James replied irritably. "Can we just get on with this and get it over with?"

"Eager to pay your bet, loser?" asked Spence, unable not to gloat. James glared at him but said nothing, knowing it would be futile.

"Or maybe they're just shit-lovers as we always expected," added Lane with a leer.

"And maybe both of you are just a bunch of talk," Chad replied, rising to the bait. "If we're gonna do this let's do it."

"Okay, you can begin by kissing Coach Moser's ass as we'd agreed."

Bob, feeling the same resentment as Spence and Lane did and even greater contempt for the boys' fathers, had fantasized about what they were about to do ever since Spence had told him about the bet he and his brother had made with the two cousins. Now, there in the motel room facing the two handsome, fresh-faced teenagers, he had second thoughts, but he knew how much Spence and Lane had been looking forward to this moment and he couldn't disappoint them, and the two Freeman boys knew the terms of their agreement. The two cousins had to accept at least some of the responsibility for what was about to happen, and besides, their attitude was certainly making it difficult to feel sorry for them. Dropping his trousers and his boxers, he bent over. James and Chad stepped forward and bending over, James gave his right cheek a quick peck as Chad kissed the other.

"Com'on, you can do better than that," Spence complained. "Let see you do that again, with some passion."

The two boys glared at him but repeated the kiss, not exactly passionately, but with more force and a few seconds longer.

"Now, drop on your knees and spread apart his cheeks and give his asshole a nice long kiss."

"All we'd agreed to was to kiss his ass. There was nothing said about assholes."

"The bet was that if rgab won you'd kiss our asses and eat our shit AND do whatever else we told you, and we agreed to the same if Woodbine won," Spence said. "You copping out on that?"

James and Chad knew that in the heat of the moment and certain that they'd win that was exactly what they'd agreed to do. As disgusting as it was, they were not about to renege on their bet. A Freeman didn't go back on his word. Dropping to his knees, James pulled apart Bob's hairy cheeks and kissed his hairy asshole and Chad did likewise.

"Now let's see if you're as good a French Kisser as you claim you are," Spence said as he looked at James. "French kiss his asshole." James glared at his ex-teammate. "What's the matter dude, was all that talk about French kissing Emily Sutherland just that, all talk?"

"We did it. Lot's of times," James replied with a glare.

"Then show us your skill. Tell you what, you can even choose if you wanna French kiss the coach's mouth or his ass."

James, still on his knees, stared at his former coach's hairy asshole. There was no way he was going to stick his tongue up his hole, but sticking his tongue in his mouth was even grosser. Besides, the bet was to do something even more gross than French kiss the coach's asshole, and he had every reason to believe the Spudder brothers were going to make him and his cousin go ahead with it. They were sick perverts just like their fathers claimed Bob Moser was. Knowing he had no choice, he reluctantly knelt behind Bob Moser and sticking the tip of his tongue against his asshole, he forced it into his dank chamber, fighting back the urge to puke and turning scarlet with shame and anger as the Spudder brothers laughed.

"All right. Now you can do the same to me as Chad does Lane."

Spence and Lane quickly chucked their trousers and underwear and bent over to be kissed and tongued. As the two cousins did so Spence and Lane exchanged grins, knowing how humiliating and embarrassing this had to be, and especially for someone as proud and arrogant as the Freemans. Revenge was sweet, and it was about to get sweeter.

"Okay, lay down on the floor and open your mouths nice and wide."

The two boys inhaled deeply and gooseflesh formed on their arms and legs as they did as instructed. This was the moment they'd been dreading ever since losing the game, and hoping that the Spudder brothers hadn't been serious. They knew it was a faint hope. If the shoe had been on the other foot, they'd have gone through with it, and with zeal. Having expected to win knowing how unfit and what a bunch of losers their former team members were despite having tied with them for third place in the league and having been egged on by the Spudder brothers, they had agreed to engage in the filthy, sick act they were about to engage in fully expecting Lane and Spence would be the ones lying on their backs and they'd be the ones doing the squatting. And when they were done, they had plans on doing much more to the two brothers, humiliating and using them just as they'd done with Goosey Gilles and Julian and his fag brothers. Never had they expected to be the ones laying on their backs.

Spence and Lane had never had any doubts that rgab would win and they triumphantly squatted over the two obnoxious, arrogant boys, their assholes directly above their gaping mouths, and ever so slowly, they began to push out with their abdominal muscles. Chad and James stared at the slowly emerging tubes of shit with growing apprehension and nausea, wondering how they were ever going to be able to do this but determined no matter what to show a Spudder that a Freeman was a man of his word and could do anything a Spudder told him, and better, though that really didn't make a lot of sense if you thought about it, and especially considering what they were about to do. Needless to say under the circumstances the two boys were not in any position to analyse their logic. Ever so slowly the turds emerged from the two straining assholes above them, slowly growing longer and longer, until finally they were squeezed off, and from long practice doing this to the Gilles, they fell directly into the gaping, awaiting mouths of the two Freeman cousins. The two boys immediately began to gag with the foul taste and the thought about what they were expected to do.

"It helps if you swallow it down as fast as you can," advised Bob.

With tears in their eyes from the acrid taste and foul stench and flushing with shame and anger, the two boys forced the putrid cylinders of shit down their throats. They were still doing so as a second turd began to emerge from the asshole above them. Spence and Lane had been saving up for this moment for the past twenty-four hours and had plenty of shit to feed their two hapless victims. Turd after turd emerged from their assholes less than a minute apart, and each stinking, pasty turd was dutifully and quickly swallowed by the two boys in a desperate and futile attempt to bypass their tastebuds and knowing the faster they swallowed the faster their ordeal would be over with.

Their bowels finally empty, Spence and Lane instructed James and Chad to lick their assholes clean and the two cousins knew by the terms of their bet there was nothing they could do about it. Spence and Lane pushed out with their abdominal muscles, opening their sphincters to give James and Chad access to their rectums and they inhaled deeply with the pleasure of having a hot, moist tongue worming into their rectums and a pair of smooth though unwilling lips sucking on their shitty holes, and the pleasure of putting the two cousins through the ordeal. Their cocks slowly began to swell. The two brothers finally stood and turned around and leered down at their two hapless victims, fully enjoying their shame and embarrassment and the sight of their shit-smeared lips.

Bob had planned on declining the opportunity to do the same to the two boys, figuring watching Spence and Lane get their revenge would be enough and mindful that he was the coach of one of the boys and the teacher of the other. However, watching them lying there and reluctantly gobbling down Spence and Lane's fresh, stinking shit, anger and embarrassment and revulsion in their eyes, and thinking how much he hated their smug, arrogant fathers who envied his success and used their wealth and positions to bully others to get their own way and to gain favours for their sons, he decided to feed the two boys the contents of his bowels also. They were so very much like their fathers in arrogance and pride they deserved the treatment they were getting. It was delightful to see the shame and repugnance in their eyes as he approached them. As he squatted over James and began to shit, he wondered if it might not be a bad idea to send a copy of the tape that he knew was being made to the boys' fathers, with of course the identity of their abusers blocked out. He'd love to see the look on their faces when they discover the tape is of their shit-eating sons.

When he was done, he had the two boys strip and then kneel before him and he pissed in their mouths, switching from one to the other to give each time to swallow his putrid, yellow waste. He had a full bladder and switched back and forth several times before he was done, spraying the two boys' faces and naked bodies in the process, just as much piss running down their smooth, muscular bodies as down their throats. When he was finished, Lane and Spence took their turns, standing before the two boys and letting loose a hot, putrid yellow stream into their gaping, shit coated mouths, switching from one cousin to the other and sometimes the two aiming their piss streams into the same mouth. Of course the two cousins could not keep up and as they desperately swallowed the putrid, salty urine piss streamed down over their chests and flat stomachs to soak into their hairs and flood over their limp cocks and dangling balls and down their thighs.

Dejected and humiliated and stinking of piss and shit, the two boys dressed, their underwear and expensive shirts and trousers soaking up the piss and wetly clinging to their skin. They stared down at the floor in shame and humiliation and boiling with anger as they were sent on their way. They had not gone a block before James pulled over and the two boys opened the doors and leaned out of the car and began to puke, their vomit acrid and salty, a foul mushy brown sludge in a flood of yellow piss and puke slime. The two boys were too preoccupied emptying their stomachs of the foul content to notice the Rolls pulling up behind them and the cam recorder recording their final act of humiliation.

Spence and Lane Spudder headed back to Bob Moser's place and as the Moose sat back and relaxed with a cold beer, the two brothers prepared supper, thick barbequed T-bone steaks, baked potatoes with sour cream and all the trimmings, and a stack of corn on the cob slathered with butter, Bob's favourite meal, washed down of course with several cans of cold beer. Over the past year Lane and Spence had been doing little things like that for him, buying take out and bring it over to him or taking him out for pizza after soccer practice, cooking him supper, dropping by his home and mowing his grass or washing his car, and a lot of other things.

"Oh man, this has been a perfect day," Spence observed as he leaned back and wiped the butter off his lips off with the back of his hand.

"Right on," agreed Lane as he took a long draught of cold beer. "The look on James's face when you told him to French kiss the Moose's asshole and suggested his claims to have French kissed Emily Sutherland were lies was hilarious."

"I still doubt if he's ever done that to Emily, or anything else he's claimed to have done with her for that matter."

"Yeah, he's probably still a virgin."

"That he's not." Lane and Bob glanced at Spence in surprise. "He has done Miss Julia Gilles," Spence observed with a wry grin and all three laughed.

"I don't know how I can thank you two boys," Bob observed.

"For what?"

"For everything. For standing by me and supporting me while everyone was kicking me while I was down for the year and a half after I was fired. For helping me punish Goosey Gilles and Julian for what they did to the team and to me. For the entertainment tonight with the Freemans. For supper. For everything."

"It's too bad there wasn't a way we could get their dads to do the same thing for all they did to you."

"Turning their sons into shamefaced shit-eaters for an hour was fine. Damn fine."

"They're a bunch of hypocrites, going to Woodbine Christian. Like they are so Christian."

"Well, I owe both of you."

"No way. We owe you."

"Owe me? What could you possibly owe me for?"

"For coming back to rgab. For helping the team get back on its feet. For helping us get back at Goosey, and Julia, and the Freemans. For a whole shitload of stuff."

"You two certainly gave the Freemans a shitload tonight," Bob chuckled.

"We should have had them blow the three of us, or bent over for us."

"Oh yeah, now that would have been hot, making them get us off."

"Did you see the look in their eyes when the coach pulled his cock out?" asked Lane. "You would have really made them squirm sticking them up the ass with your monster cock." Lane glanced at Bob appreciatively.

"I think we'd better change the subject boys," Bob observed as he shifted in his chair, his swelling cock pinned uncomfortably in his tight jeans.

"You getting horny?" Lane asked with a grin.

"The coach is always horny," observed his brother. "He's worse than a teenager."

"Oh yeah."

"Well what do you expect with that sort of dirty talk?" Bob asked. They had often engaged in such banter after a session with the Gilles's and had grown accustomed to such lewd talk despite their age difference and the fact Bob was again in a position of authority.

"Well, we can do something to take care of your horniness," Spence observed, glancing at Lane.

"Oh yeah. We'd love to." The two stood and approached Bob.

"Hey, now you don't need to do that," Bob protested weakly and unconvincingly as they knelt on either side of him and Lane reached out and began to pull down his fly.

"We can't very well leave you sitting there in pain," Lane replied.

"Right. Besides, we want to," Spence observed.

Pulling down his zipper, Lane slipped his hand inside Bob's fly and wrapped his fingers about his warm, swelling tube of flesh. "He's definitely getting horny," he observed with a leer as he glanced over at his older brother.

Unclasping the top of his jeans, the two brothers pushed the man's trousers over his hips and drew them down and together they pulled down his boxers. Spence slipped his fingers about Bob's swelling cock and gently stroked it as his brother cupped Bob's pendulous balls and rolled them in their loose, hairy sack. With the two handsome, muscular teens kneeling there fondling his most private parts, it was not long before Spence was grasping a thick, hard protruding bone extending a good three inches above his fist. As Spence released it to twirl Bob's thick, curly hairs and to caress his round, hairy beer gut, Lane quickly reached up to take his hand's place. He squeezed Bob's thick cock and then holding it by the base, he leaned over and the handsome fourteen-year-old youth stuck out his tongue and licked the throbbing shaft from base to tip. Spence quickly joined his brother and licked the other side and Bob squirmed with his quickly growing desire. With two lean, athletic, teenage boys kneeling on either side of him and licking his swollen cock from base to tip, it was little wonder he began to leak pre-cum. Spence quickly and eagerly lapped up the first dollop and the next was lapped up by Lane. The sight of the handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed fourteen-year-old's tongue lapping up his pre-cum and then disappearing with the creamy treat between his smooth, ruby lips had another dollop quickly forming at the tip of Bob's cock for his older brother.

As Lane slipped his deliciously smooth lips over Bob's knob and slid them down his shaft, Spence nuzzled Bob's large balls and ran his tongue over them. Gently sucking on his thick, throbbing cock, Lane began to slip his lips up and down the shaft and Spence caressed the sensitive inner sides of Bob's thighs. By then both teenagers had painful bulges in their tight trousers and Bob stopped them and rectified the problem, drawing down their flies and opening the tops of their jeans and groping and squeezing the hot, firm bulges in their underwear. They were soon pulled down along with their jeans, releasing their aching teenage cocks which immediately sprang up with the eagerness of youth to stand up tall and proud, delightful twin mushrooms, Spence's a thick, rock-hard six inches [15 cm] and Lane's fourteen-year-old cock an inch [2½ cm] shorter but just as thick as his brother's. The three of them chucked their trousers and underwear and Bob and Spence removed their shirts, leaving the three of them in only their socks and Lane in his tight, black fishnet T-shirt.

As Bob looked into the eyes of the two teens he could see the love and devotion the two of them had for him and he realized that the two brothers had not chosen to satisfy his sexual needs out of natural teenage lust nor even out of hero worship or puppy love, but because they completely and truly loved him. As he caressed their smooth, firm butts and brushed his salt and paprika goatee against Lane's smooth, beardless cheeks and then kissed the boy's sweet lips, Bob did so with a tenderness and desire that were similarly driven by love, not by lust. He reached down and stroked Spence's stiff, throbbing cock and then dropping to his knees he bent over and went down on the seventeen-year-old's cock. He inhaled deeply, delighting in the teen fragrance of his prick and balls, and he eagerly sucked on the boy's stiff, throbbing member. As Lane wrapped his arms about him and kissed the nape of his neck, Bob caressed his older brother's smooth ass cheeks, and running a finger along his ass crack, he pressed a fingertip against his asshole and was delighted to feel it immediately open up to him.

Kneeling behind the boy and pulling apart his ass cheeks, Bob fastened his lips to the boy's teenage pucker and sucked on it, causing the boy to squirm with pleasure. Worming his tongue inside, he rimmed the boy's delicious teenage hole and was delighted to feel his kid brother begin doing the same to him. Working up a mouth of spittle, he forced it into Spence's rectum, and then pulling apart his ass cheeks even further, he had the boy drop to his hands and knees and he knelt behind him. Placing the tip of his aching cock against the boy's pucker, he slowly pressed forward and Spence pushed out with his abdominal muscles, opening up to his coach and his adult lover. The teenager was hot and his asshole slick with spittle and Bob was a master when it came to cornholing tight young boys. Grasping the seventeen-year-old's slender hips, he pressed forward, his solid wedge forcing open the boy's tight opening. Ever so slowly he pressed forward until his wide cap popped inside the boy's rectum. He continued to push forward until he had his cock plunged to the hilt up the boy's hot, moist asshole and he paused to enjoy the delight of penetrating the lean, muscular young athlete's virgin hole. Motioning Lane to stand beside his brother, Bob leaned over and slipped his lips over the fourteen-year-old boy's stiff cock.

The two brothers trembled with delight, Spence with a massive seven-inch [18 cm] cock up his virgin asshole and Lane with his aching cock being deep throated at the same time as the man began fucking his brother. His young cock throbbed and ached with that sweet combination of pain and pleasure as Bob began to work his lips up and down the shaft and over his sensitive knob. Spence too trembled with delight as Bob grasped his slender hips and began to slowly pump his hips to and fro, driving his thick cock in and out of Spence's tight asshole. Each time his swollen cockhead brushed against Spence's prostate the seventeen-year-old's thick cock jerked wildly and ached to squirt off a load. Bob too was aching to get off but he wanted this pleasure to last and so slowed down and paused frequently to enjoy the throbbing of his cock deep up his soccer captain's dank hole, and to enjoy the throbbing of the boy's kid brother's cock between his lips. He was going to make this the best fucking and the best blow job that he could out of his deep love for the two boys, and the two boys were just as determined in their love for the six-foot-two [1.88 m], two-hundred-and-fifty pound [113 kg] fifty-eight-year-old man to bring him the greatest pleasure that they could. That evening was the confirmation and celebration of their unconditional love for each other.

Meanwhile the two Freemans had returned home and taken a hot, soapy shower and brushed their teeth and rinsed their mouths out with half a bottle of mouthwash. Changing into their scout uniforms, James and Chad both being Venturers, they joined their younger brothers fourteen-year-old Dennis and thirteen-year-old Jason who were both in the Boy Scouts, and their fathers, who were scout leaders, the four of them also in their uniforms. Having heard of the plight of the Santa Ana Cub Scouts, the adult Freemans had offered to help out the five boys until they could attract more members and become reestablished. As an initial getting-to-know-each-other exercise, they'd arranged to take the boys along with their two supervisors, Earl Thompson and Harrison Byford, on an overnight camp out in the Jacinto Mountains near the Emerson Scout Camp with their sons. They did so in part because they believed in the Scouting mission of educating young people so they can become self-fulfilled individuals and have constructive roles in society, but even more so, because Earl Thompson was a prominent and successful lawyer and Harrison Byford one of the most influential and powerful judges in the state. The Freeman brothers hadn't become successful and prominent businessmen solely on their skills and hard work. They knew when and who to suck up to.

Their sons had readily agreed with the idea, in part because they too sincerely believed in the Scouting mission, and in part because though they were not exactly sure what it was that their fathers did, they saw how they ordered others around and they wanted to be powerful and important like them. Besides, they loved their fathers and were eager to please them, and even more important, they too knew when and who to suck up to. So the thirteen of them headed out to a secluded spot in the Jacinto Mountains where they could teach the cubs outdoor survival skills. The four teenage boys packed their fathers' bedrolls and the tents to lighten their fathers' loads on the three-mile [5 km] hike, which impressed their guests, both the two adults and the five cubs. Arriving at the site, the boys did most of the work of setting up the tents and gathering stones for an open pit and wood for a campfire. It was a simple meal, beans and wieners roasted over the open fire.

"Well, there's nothing like fresh mountain air and honest work to build up an appetite. We've eaten every last wiener," observed Jack Freeman.

"Well, if you're still hungry, I know of one wiener you can eat," his brother David observed as he grinned at his brother impishly. His heart sank the moment the words were out of his mouth. He couldn't believe what he'd just said. He glanced around with embarrassment, hoping that he hadn't actually voiced his thought. It was a memory of a smart ass, juvenile comment he'd made in response to his brother's exact observation on a boy scout outing twenty-eight years ago when his brother was thirteen and he was fourteen. It had just popped into his head. From the surprised looks on the faces of the three adults and his and Jack's sons and the gleeful glances and unrepressed grins of the cub scouts, evidently he had spoken, and they all knew what he'd meant.

"Well thanks, brother, but that would be a very small snack," Jack joked just as he had back when they were scouts sitting around the campfire and out of earshot of the adult supervisors. He could not believe his brother had made such a childish and inappropriate comment and hoped by making a joke out of it Thompson and Byford would laugh it off. On the other hand, the idea came to him that his brother might be trying to impress their sons and their guests with how in he was with today's youth by making a joke that would have been more appropriate coming out of their mouths. Well, he could do the same even though he was doubtful if Thompson and Byford had been favourably impressed by the vulgar suggestion.

"Look who's talking little brother," David retorted, emphasizing the word 'little' just as he had twenty-eight years ago and hoping like his brother that by joking around with him Thompson and Byford would let his inappropriate suggestion pass by. Besides, he couldn't let his brother get away with that crack about his size without some sort of retort, not in front of their sons.

"Oh yeah? If you think you're so big, you want to put your money where your mouth is?" Back when they were fourteen and thirteen his was smaller, but that was back then and besides, there was no way his brother would actually go through with something like that.

"When I win, you know where you can put your mouth." One thing that had not changed was the competitiveness between the two brothers, which just like when they were kids more often than not resulted in them speaking before thinking.

"All right! Show him what you got, Dad," Chad piped up. Competitiveness ran in the family and like father like son he'd spoken his thoughts without thinking of the consequences. The opportunity to show up his cousin was just too good to pass up. He'd seen his dad's dick in the locker room down at the club and it was huge soft so it had to be really something hard. Besides besting his cousin, he'd often tried to imagine how big his dad's dick would be hard and now he had his chance to find out.

Jack could not believe the comments by his brother and his brother's oldest son. They were grown men and married, not teenagers, and they were having this conversation right there in front of their sons, and five impressionable little preteens, and two of the most influential, not to mention law-abiding, men in the state. He glanced at his own two boys and found them looking up at him and waiting for his response. He could also see the look of doubt in their eyes, doubt that he would follow up on his challenge, and doubt that he would win. They had all gone swimming down at the pool at the club and they had to have noticed the difference between his brother's dick and his own. How had he gotten himself boxed into a corner like this? Actually, how could his brother have boxed him in like this? He was in a lose-lose situation. He couldn't just pull his dick out, not in front of his two boys and his two nephews and in front of the gaping cubs and their two supervisors. A man could go to jail for that, and the two men watching didn't just know the law, they enforced it.

Besides, his sons had good reason to be doubtful. Although he was only a year younger than his brother, his dick had always been a good half inch shorter throughout their junior high school years. They'd stopped comparing sizes after they'd gotten into high school, and had stopped masturbating in front of each other at that time besides, but whenever he'd seen him in the locker room down at the club as a high school student and even now as an adult he couldn't help glancing at his, and it was always larger than his soft.

Seeing his uncle's hesitancy, Chad began to grin more broadly as he glanced at his younger brother and at his cousins. Noticing his nephew's smugness Jack knew he had no choice and slowly began to pull down his fly even though he knew he shouldn't be. It was as if someone else was controlling his mind and his body. At least his sons would see he wasn't chicken to carry through with his challenge. Surprised to see his brother going through with the bet, not just because he hadn't expected him to actually expose himself in front of Thompson and Byford besides the five little cub scouts but because he'd seen his brother's dick in the lockers down at the club and knew he was shorter, David slowly began to pull down his own zipper though internally he was struggling with his rash decision.

This was not the first time their bravado and their sibling rivalry had gotten them into trouble. Although the other two adults had not raised any objections nor made any attempt to stop them, Jack and David knew they should not do what they were about to do. It was wrong, legally and morally, for a man to expose himself to an underage boy. They also knew they had no choice but to carry through with it and they blamed their big mouths, and each other, for having gotten in the situation they were in. As they slipped their fingers in their flies and slowly pulled out their cocks, it was with embarrassment and reluctance, not with the bravado and the erotic excitement of doing something forbidden and risque as in their youths.

"Well, brother, looks like mine's still the bigger," David observed with relief, relief that he'd won, and that this whole embarrassing situation was over and he could tuck his away again.

"That's not a fair contest when you're soft," objected James, the idea suddenly coming to him as a way his father could save face. "One guy could be feeling aroused and be partially erect." He'd used the same argument when Chad had suggested they compare sizes back when he'd first started getting hairs and to his disappointment had found his cousin's limp dick longer than his. There was a chance however slim that his father's dick would be bigger stiff, and even if it wasn't, his father's was already shorter so he had nothing to loose comparing boners.

"We said nothing about comparing them stiff," David replied quickly. He was quite confident he'd beat his brother erect too, just as he had when they were kids, but they had already pushed their luck farther than they should have. Exposing your dick to a group of gawking cub scouts and two of the most powerful legal experts in the state had been foolish enough, exposing your erection was asking for trouble.

"The boy has a good argument," Earl Thompson observed, "legally speaking." He had been surprised at the off-coloured, juvenile conversation between the two brothers and shocked by the brashness of their sons joining in on the lewd conversation, having never expected such vulgar behaviour from any of them, but he could see where this might lead, and hoping that it would, he had to do what he could to encourage the two brothers to continue.

David and Jack looked at him in surprise and then at each other helplessly. Leave it to a lawyer to appreciate the logic behind the debate. "Well, I guess we'll never know then. Unfortunately neither of us is erect," David observed. That was that. He silently congratulated himself on bringing this embarrassing situation to a close as he began to tuck his dick away.

"That can be remedied."

David stopped. He should have known better than to debate with a lawyer. He and Jack glanced at each other questioningly and then the two brothers looked back at Earl uncertainly. There was a way to get erect, but surely he was not suggesting they play with themselves. Perhaps the man was testing their moral fibre. That would explain his unexpected comments. A boy scout did not masturbate, and certainly their leaders didn't. That wasn't written anywhere in the scout manual, but camp counsellors still taught that masturbation was wrong. Neither he nor his brother had ever believed that of course, and they doubted if many scouts then or now did. "Well," David finally said with an uncertain chuckle, "unfortunately our wives aren't here."

"Maybe you could just think about them," the oldest cub offered helpfully. The four men looked at the blue-eyed, blond-haired ten-year-old. "It happens when a guy thinks about girls and stuff," he explained. Harrison Byford raised a bushy eyebrow. "Well, it does to me," he added as he turned a bright crimson. Earl Thompson and Harrison Byford felt a stirring in their trousers, and they were not thinking about their wives.

"Dennis and I can help you get it stiff," Chad suddenly offered his father, feeling a desperate need to help him.

"And James and I can help you," quickly volunteered Jason as he looked up at his father, feeling the same need.

"Bet we can get our dad hard faster than you can get your dad," Dennis challenged, the competition between cousins even stronger than it was between brothers.

"You're on," accepted Jason. Acting first and thinking later was a strong family trait.

Chad and Dennis glanced at each other and without a word, they knelt before their father and reaching up, they pulled down his trousers and his boxers. James and Jason quickly did the same to their father. David and Jack stared down at their sons in disbelief. This was an evening for surprises. They knew they should stop their boys, but each man did not want to see his nephews beat his sons, as illogical as that was considering what their boys were competing about, and so neither objected. So it was that the four boys, two Venturers and two Boy Scouts, knelt there in their scout uniforms complete with badges and crests and eagerly and dutifully began to lick and suck their fathers' cocks and balls, each pair of brothers determined to beat the other pair and both feeling a need to not just get their fathers erect but to satisfy their fathers' most basic need besides, and they were not thinking of food, shelter or clothing.

Chad slipped his lips over his father's bulb-like knob which he noted was shaped just like his and sucked on his limp cock while Dennis nibbled on his dad's hairy, low-hung balls and alternately sucked one and then the other into his hot, saliva-filled mouth. James went all the way down on his father and sucked on his limp dick as he bobbed his head, sliding his lips up and down its length as Jason nibbled and licked his thighs, figuring his dad would be just as sensitive there as he was. On that he was right. The two older sons felt their fathers' cocks begin swelling between their lips almost immediately encouraging them to suck even harder on their dads' dicks. Jack and David Freeman were very much aware that they were getting erections and they willed themselves to do so in an effort to get hard before the other. As they stood there with their underwear and trousers about their ankles as their oldest sons sucked on their dicks and their younger sons licked their balls and thighs, the two men found their minds a jumble of disbelief and pleasure, surprise and revulsion, and shame and lust. As far back as when they were children in primary school they'd been told that adults did not have sex with teenagers, that men did not have sex with members of their own gender, and that fathers did not have sex with their sons, but the two men could not deny that they were feeling sexual desire, and that their cocks were quickly growing stiff and throbbing with just as much pleasure as they did during foreplay with their wives.

The two men were soon stiff and the reason their boys had gotten them erect the farthest thing from their minds. They were remarkably hard and hornier than they'd felt in years. How could one stop to compare sizes when his cock was swollen and throbbing with pleasure and his nuts were aching to shoot off a load? They had not felt this hot since they were randy teenagers on the make. Why they were feeling so horny given the circumstances made no sense, but then when you're standing there with your pants and underwear about your ankles and sporting a raging hardon who could think clearly?

And speaking of teenagers, who cared which dad had the longer cock when your dad was stiff and aching to get one off and depending on you to bring him that ultimate pleasure that only a man can know, and that can truly be best brought only by another man? Sons were expected to love and honour and obey their fathers, and what greater evidence can there be of a son's love, honour and obedience than to bring his father off, to bring him that ultimate pleasure? Their own cocks were swollen and throbbing, proof of their own enjoyment and their own need.

Overcome with lust and thinking with his balls and not his brain as a man often does when in such a state, Jack had his oldest son stand and bend over, and stepping up behind him and grasping his boy's slender hips, he plunged his cock, slick with his son's spit, up his seventeen-year-old boy's asshole. It was even hotter and moister than his wife's cunt, and tighter by far, and having his hard, aching cock buried deep up his son's pulsating rectum felt even better than up his wife's pussy, and far better than he'd imagined it would be. He glanced over at his brother and watched as he likewise had his oldest boy bend over and rammed his stiff cock up his boy pussy, and from the look on his brother's face he could tell that he was just as amazed at his discovery of the pleasure of spearing his son's asshole as he was. And, from the look on his nephew's face, and from the wagging of his long, thick cock, the boy was quite clearly enjoying getting his ass stuffed by his father. Well, he could bring his son just as much pleasure as his brother was bringing his son.

As Jack began to pump his hips to and fro, driving his aching cock in and out of his seventeen-year-old son's asshole as much for his son's pleasure as his own, his younger son knelt behind him and grasping his hips, the thirteen-year-old boy fastened his lips to his asshole and began to suck on it. Never in his wildest sex had his wife ever done anything like that and he arched his back and threw back his head with a pleasure he had never before imagined. A man truly did know better than a woman how to please another man, and who better to bring that raw, disgusting pleasure to a man than his own son? Dennis meanwhile did the same as his younger cousin, having had the same idea at the same time as he had, and so as his dad plowed his older brother he eagerly rimmed his father's dank shit hole, worming his tongue up his shitter and sucking on it, the darkly handsome fourteen-year-old bringing his dad a pleasure that he knew his mother would never bring him, his own teenage cock stiff and throbbing with pure animal lust.

Earl Thompson and Harrison Byford and the five cub scouts had been too surprised by the unexpected, and unabashed, display of homosexuality and father-son incest to do anything but stand there and gape. Their own hot blood coursed through the veins of the two adults and they could not help but feel the sexual energy and lust throbbing out from the two thrusting, panting and slurping threesomes. Shawn, the blue-eyed, blond-haired ten-year-old cub who had spoken up was the first to notice the bulges in the trousers of the two men standing beside him watching the rutting threesomes. One by one each of the other cub scouts noticed Shawn's diverted gaze.

Dropping to his knees, Shawn reached up and pulled down Harrison Byford's fly and then after a bit of difficulty unbuttoned the top of the man's trousers. He was joined by his fellow cub scout, nine-year-old Matthew, and the two boys pulled down the man's trousers and then his boxers. They looked up in awe at the man's thick, heavily-veined monster stiffly jutting up in the air from a thick bush of curly, grey hairs. Until this evening neither had ever seen a grown man's cock before, and certainly not erect. Sticking out their small, pink tongues, the two boys began to lick the thick organ, and as they inhaled its musky fragrance their own little dicklets began to swell with excitement and arousal. Soon their khaki shorts were bulging out with their little erections. Being hard was nothing new for the two preteens, Shawn having frequently popped a boner thinking about girls and doing stuff with them this past year, and Matthew frequently waking up in the morning with a slender young woodie, sometimes the result of a full bladder and other times the result of a forgotten erotic dream.

Following the lead of the two older cub members, nine-year-old Ryan and the eight-year-olds Willy and Bobby, drew down the trousers and boxers of Earl Thompson, revealing his long, thick cock and hairy, dangling balls. The three were totally inexperienced in matters of sex, none of them having the slightest interest in girls at their age and having no knowledge of things that guys can do with each other, nor even with themselves, none of them having discovered the joy of playing with themselves. They were, however, observant, as good cub scouts should be, and they eagerly copied the two older cubs and the still older Boy Scouts and Venturers, idolizing and eagerly imitating older scouts in their desire to be like them, and as good cubs, eager to help and please adults. From the grunting and grimacing of Jack and David Freeman it was difficult to tell if they were feeling pleasure actually but somehow the boys sensed that they were, and from the expression on Harrison Byford's face as he looked down at the boys mouthing his privates he was definitely enjoying what they were doing.

And so while one dark-haired cherub slipped his ruby lips over Earl's wide mushroom-shaped knob, which totally filled the youngster's mouth, and began to suck on the strange, meaty lollipop, a cute brown-eyed moppet sucked and nibbled on his hairy eggs and green-eyed, russet-haired Willy slipped behind him and fastened his young lips to his asshole and began to suck on it just as he'd seen Jason and Dennis doing to their fathers. Earl soon had the three youngsters stripped naked and while one grasped his thick cock in a hot little fist and sucked on it and another rimmed his asshole, he reached down and fiddled with the tiny, pink wiener of the third, tugging on the flaccid little tube and pulling back its foreskin to reveal its sensitive, little strawberry. Bending over and licking the sweet morsel, he soon had the boy sporting a hard, aching little stiffy. This had turned out even better than his wildest thoughts when Margaret Marshall and Eddie Fairchild's friend had approached him about finding a leader for a pack of Cub Scouts.

David and Jack Freeman were meanwhile grunting and snorting with their approaching climaxes as they madly plowed their older sons, ramming their stiff, aching cocks in and out of the tight pussies of the two seventeen-year-old boys. Their cocks were throbbing with pleasure and their nuts were drawn up tight under their swollen members as they thrust their stiffs deep up their sons' rectums and then drew them out to plunge them in again. Never had they felt so horny nor so satisfied in all their lives, and yet at the same time they were whelmed with guilt and shame, there being nothing dirtier than having anal sex, especially anal sex with another male, and especially with their own sons. It was with that mix of lust and disgust that they shot their hot, thick wads deep up the rectums of their two oldest sons.

Chad and James, having gotten off up the asses of Julius, Anton and Julian Gilles plenty of times in their post-game celebrations, knew what it was like to get off up another guy's hot, moist asshole, and they now discovered for the first time what it was like to have a man fill their rectums with their stuff. They were not surprised it was freaking hot, and as they felt their rectums flooded with hot, thick cum they began to spurt themselves, their stiff cocks throbbing in the air as they laced the ground with their teenage sperm. It was hot, and it was also filthy and disgusting. Their assholes were being filled with a man's slime, with their father's slime. That was totally different from getting off themselves. Their fathers were fucking them, fucking them like they were women, and to their surprise and their confusion, not to mention great consternation, it felt wicked.

As for Jason and Dennis, the two young teens had first witnessed the act of rimming over a year ago in Westbank Park when they'd watched Julius Gilles sucking the asshole of his seven-year-old nephew and Reverend Winthrop sucking dog slime from the asshole of his seven-year-old son, and to their total surprise, Bishop Henry sucking the Reverend's dog-cum-filled asshole while the Reverend sucked him off. They'd gotten so hot watching the wild, wicked action they'd pulled out their dicks and jerked off, and that afternoon was the source of many jerk off fantasies since as they wondered what sort of sick person would lick another's asshole, and what it would be like to have their assholes sucked. Now over a year later they were discovering some of the answers to those questions. For one, they found that actually rimming a man's asshole was even more frigging hot than watching others doing it, even though it was filthy, and especially degenerate doing it to your own dad. The two boys had been stroking themselves as they'd eaten out their fathers' assholes, and although they found what they were doing dirty and sick, they'd never felt so horny in their lives. The pure eroticism of their fathers filling their older brothers' assholes with their cum, and the sight of their older brothers shooting their stuff, triggered their own climaxes and the two boys grunted and snorted as they shot off also, delighting in the most powerful orgasms they'd ever had but at the same time ashamed and confused how they could find faggot sex so enjoyable.

There was no shame nor embarrassment as far as the other seven rutting around the campfire were concerned. Shawn and Matthew eagerly took turns sucking on Harrison Byford's long, thick cock, and while one slipped his ruby lips over the white-haired man's knob and sucked, the other licked his balls, the two cubs eager to please the man. Lying down on his back, the judge, old enough to be the boys' grandfather, trembled with delight as Shawn knelt between his boney, white, widespread legs and sucked on his swollen cock. Having Matthew straddle him with a knee on either side of his head, the horny old man slipped his lips over the nine-year-old cherub's stiff little dickey and sucked on it, marvelling how velvety smooth and nail-hard the slender little dicklet was. This had gone beyond his wildest hopes when Earl Thompson had phoned him and suggested the two of them offer to become scout leaders for the almost defunct cub pack and go for a trial outing with them in the Jacinto Mountains with the Freeman family.

This was way beyond the wildest hopes of Earl Thompson also. When the boy with Margaret Marshall had mentioned he was a friend of Eddie Fairchild he figured the boy had to know of his special interest in young boys, and was either trying in an amateurish way to blackmail him into accepting Margaret Marshall's request to take on the cub pack, or was offering him a boylover's dream. He was delighted it was the latter. After letting the three boys lick his gonads and asshole until he was ready to erupt, which was only a matter of minutes, he'd had the nine-year-old, Ryan, turn around and bend over and after loosening him up with a bit of finger fucking and rimming, he'd plugged the youngster's bottom with his aching, rock-hard cock. As he began to tug on the young boy's little erection, he had one of the eight-year-old's stand beside him so he could suck the little boy's stiff little dickie. That left the other eight-year-old whom he had fuck the eight-year-old he was sucking. Watching the sweet, innocent boy stick his little dickie up his friend's hot, tight asshole and seeing the look of pleasure on both of their faces was enough to make the perverted boylover almost pop his nuts then and there.

So it was of little surprise the two men were soon ready to shoot off and unable to hold back. Harrison finally thrust his hips into the air and as his thick, heavily-veined cock erupted, the two cub scouts who had brought him off began lapping up his thick cream, their tongues scooping up the tart milt and drawing it into their mouths as if they were lapping up honey. As they did so, Harrison furiously wanked their smooth, slender cocklets and the two were soon squirming and jerking about uncontrollably and shrieking with their high soprano voices as they experienced the first orgasms of their young lives. Beside them, Earl Thompson sank his hot, aching cock up nine-year-old Ryan's virgin asshole for the last time and began to fill his little boy pussy with his hot, thick slime, at the same time wanking on the little boy's dickie and causing him to buck and whimper with his first orgasm. As his hot, thick boylover slime shot up the boy's rectum, he sucked deeply on young Bobby's little cocklet and furiously ran his tongue over the boy's exposed, little, cherry-red knob, causing the eight-year-old to jerk uncontrollably as the frightful, awesome pleasure of his first dry climax ripped through his loins. His little buddy, Willy, eagerly pumped his aching little cocklet in and out of Bobby's asshole in an attempt to sooth the itching, and was rewarded with a strange and wonderful explosion deep in his groin that caused him to tremble and jerk with his own climax.

Gasping for breath, their chests heaving and their minds spinning dizzily, the thirteen of them collapsed about the campfire. Jack and David Freeman stared at the flames, afraid to look elsewhere else they look each other in the eye, or their sons' or nephews'. As the heat of their lust faded they could not believe they had engaged in such filthy, degenerate acts and especially with their own sons. The pleasure of their ejaculations was gradually replaced with guilt and shame. Never, not even as teenagers themselves, had they done anything so repugnant. Their four sons were just as guilty and ashamed and stared up at the night sky, afraid to look each other or their fathers in the eye. Chad, James and Jason were no strangers to sex with other guys, the two seventeen-year-olds having participated in the post game orgies with Julius Gilles and his sons and Jason having been an unwilling participant in Cory Wilson's early wild parties. Even so, that was nothing compared to having sex with their own fathers. Now that was totally filthy and degenerate. What was even more disgusting and devastating was how totally enjoyable it had felt. What sort of sick perverts were they?

As for Earl and Harrison on the other hand, the two boy lovers were in paradise. The possibility of such an opportunity was the reason they'd offered to consider becoming scout leaders for the five cubs, but it had been only in their wildest hopes and dreams that they'd expected anything to come of it. They certainly had never imagined they'd engage in such a hot orgy as they just had on their very first night with the boys. As for the five cubs, they'd discovered a whole new world that night, which was what scouting was supposed to do for young boys. Too young and innocent to think of sex as something shameful or filthy, they were thoroughly delighted with the way they'd felt, and pleased with the way they'd made the two men they'd had sex with feel, and were eager to experience it all over again.

"You know what we've forgotten?" Jack Freeman asked nobody in particular after a long silence as he stared at the campfire and knew someone had better move soon to add a log or it would go out.

"What?" responded his brother.

"We forgot to dig a latrine trench."

"Oh yeah. It's too dark now."

"And wouldn't you know it, I have to dump bad."

"Me too."

"If you really gotta go, I can help, Dad," Chad responded.

"Yeah, so can I," James agreed as he propped himself up on an elbow and looked at his father. "There's another alternative to using a trench."

As Chad crawled behind his father James crawled over and lay behind his. A son's duty was to see to his father's needs, no matter what those needs were, not if he loved his father. Besides, it wasn't as if he hadn't eaten shit before. He could do it a lot better than cousin could do it. The two boys pulled apart their father's ass cheeks and bowed their heads. The two fathers were about to discover that not only were their sons willing participants in fag sex, but they were shit-eating perverts besides, and their other two sons piss guzzlers. They were also about to discover that scat and water sports were far more delightful than they could have ever expected, and that their four sons would eagerly satisfy their slightest whim no matter how disgusting or perverted. And the five young cubs were about to learn an outdoors survival trick that was not covered in any scout manual. They were all so intent on what was happening nobody heard nor saw the movement in the bushes just beyond the light of the campfire.

Billy Dean could not believe the action he was filming with the military night camera Cory had told him to bring along, and once again he stood in awe of his young partner. How had he known Judge Byford and Earl Thompson were pedos? How could he have known this little group of boylovers and perverted scouts would be meeting there in the Jacinto Mountains that night? The blackmail possibilities of this video were mind-boggling. Billy would have been even more impressed with his young partner had he known the wealth and power of the other two men he was taping. Focussing on the action by the campfire, he could not see the smile curling the lips of his fourteen-year-old partner. Cory was delighted with the revenge he was getting on the Freemans for the way they'd treated Bob Moser and the ensnarement of the two bigoted pedos in his larger plan, not to mention the satisfaction of introducing the five young innocent cubs to the joys of sex. He zoomed in on Chad Freeman's gaping mouth and his father's opening asshole with the night camera as he broadcast to the group the pleasure of having good crap and duty of an obedient son to attend to his father's slightest whim. He so loved it when a plan came together.

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