Daemon Way

Teacher

Chapters 70-71 (Concluding Chapters XIV-XV)

Chapter Seventy

Concluding chapter XIV

Father Henry twisted and turned restlessly as he did every night. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in months. His heart sank as the recurring dream that had been haunting him these past five weeks began. He was sitting to the side of the altar listening to the Saint Andrew's boy's choir, admiring the beauty of their voices and of their sweet innocence, just like he did in real life every Sunday and during choir practice on Wednesdays. He began to imagine what the young boys would look like without their choir robes, without any clothes at all, just as he'd found impossible not to do in real life also. The difference was that while in real life he mentally stripped each boy, one by one, in his dream the boys' clothing actually disappeared and he admired them one by one, from sweet six-year-old Andrew Finley with his smooth pubes and pink little dickey and tiny pink balls to fifteen-year-old Lucas Pinicola with his curly, silky black bush and long, fat teenage cock and large, dark nut sack. In his dream, as in real life, he began to get erect, and in his dream, as in real life, the boys noticed one by one and smirked and giggled when they thought he wasn't watching.

The altar boys joined him for communion and they too noticed his erection despite his robes and vestments, and he could not help notice they were erect also. And then, in his dream, they too were naked and as they stood there holding the tray of Hosts and decanter of sacramental wine he dropped to his knees and began to suck their sweet meat, switching from one boy to the next and growing hornier and hornier. And then, as they always did, their images faded and they were replaced by the Archbishop, and he reached up under his robes and extracted his stubby, fat cock and went down on it, getting even still hornier, and again as it always did the image faded and he was no longer in Saint Andrews Church but in the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican, and it was not the Archbishop whom he was sucking off but the Holy Father Himself. Again the image faded and was replaced by an image of Jesus and as he began to suck on His Cock, He began to moan with pleasure and he was so hot he ejaculated in his underwear.

That image faded out too and he was back in his bed, drenched with sweat and breathing heavily and he wasn't sure if he was still dreaming or if he'd woken up as sometimes he had continued to dream and other times he had awoken. Dreaming or awake, he was erect, and his groin felt wet and sticky. He'd begun wearing special undergarments to bed, a pair of boxer-briefs with legs that extended to mid thigh and that were three sizes too small and heavily starched so that the cloth was as stiff as cardboard. They had been selected to prevent him from touching himself in his sleep as he'd woken up and found himself doing on occasion, and to confine his penis and prevent him from getting an erection, the theory being that the stiff underwear would compress his testicles against his body and if his penis did begin to swell it would become painful and would stop. It usually didn't work, and hadn't this time. He was fully erect and had cum in his underwear in his sleep.

Then, as always happened, an angel of the Lord appeared, and again he did not know if he had drifted off back to sleep and was dreaming or if he had never awoken or if he was awake and the angel was real. The angel appeared to him as a young boy naturally, a boy of fourteen going on fifteen, with thick, curly, reddish brown hair that curled over his ears and over his forehead in a bang and was held in place by a strange copper crown, a crown like the crown of thorns Jesus was forced to wear, and at times he had the impression this was an angel of the Lord and other times he had the impression it was Jesus Himself. He dropped his flowing, white robes and stood there before him naked in all his splendour, and he was beautiful beyond comparison, a lithe, athletic, adolescent body, smooth skinned and softly contoured but developing the solid musculature and definition of adolescence. He stood there proudly and stark naked except for the copper crown and a halo about his head, his young cock arrogantly erect and waiting. He slipped from his bed and knelt before this angel of God and slipping his lips over his young, slender cock he began to suck eagerly and hungrily, his desire to bring the boy pleasure paramount in his mind. He sucked on this gorgeous boy's young cock and caressed his smooth, compact ass, his own cock growing firm in his delight until the boy exploded and filled his mouth with his young, hot, thin cum.

And then he awoke once again, and was lying in his bed, drenched in sweat and his crotch sticky with his discharge. The dream had been so real his lips tasted of cock and his breath smelled of fresh cum and he could not swear if it had been a dream or had in fact happened. Nor did he know if it was a message from the Lord or from the Devil, nor if it was an admonishment for his lewd thoughts and desires or an encouragement to follow them. As he lay there in the dark there was a knock on the door. It was time for his retribution. It would be one of the altar boys, Dominic Halder with his pretty blue eyes and cherubic face, twelve-year-old Daniel O'Brian with his fiery red hair, or the Latino thirteen-year-old Raphael Mendoza with his sexy, dark good looks. Swinging his feet out of bed and standing, he called for the individual to enter. This morning it was Raphael.

Removing his fouled underwear, he stepped up to the wooden cross with the carved figure of Jesus and spreading his arms he had the boy tie his wrists to the cross so he and Jesus were face to face and groin to groin. Taking down the leather belt hanging on the wall beside the cross, the boy drew his arm back and delivered the first lash across the priest's pale, flabby buttocks with a resounding slap. Drawing his arm back, he delivered a second blow, this time across the other sagging cheek, and with each blow the priest tensed with the pain and recited a Hail Mary asking forgiveness for his evil thoughts and wicked desires. The boy dutifully whipped the priest's naked buttocks with all the strength of a healthy, athletic thirteen-year-old boy, leaving narrow red welts across his flabby cheeks. When the priest had first told him of his additional duty as an altar boy he'd thought it strange, but then priests are always talking of sin and punishment and pain, and who was he to question a bishop of the church? Even when the priest swore him to secrecy he faithfully obeyed without questioning. He could see why the priest would not want his parishioners to know of his need for punishment.

With each lash of the belt Father Henry jerked with the pain, rubbing his naked crotch against the carved wooden cloth draped about the crotch of Jesus. With each lash his buttocks grew more tender and the pain more intense, yet despite the pain and the humiliation of his nakedness and flagellation, he began to get an erection. Soon with each lash of the belt he tensed and jerked his body, rubbing his stiff cock against the crotch of the wooden Jesus and as he recited his Hail Marys for forgiveness he was acutely aware of the obscenity and sacrilege of his actions. Finally having the boy untie him, he turned around and had the boy tie his wrists to the cross again, now with his backside pressed against the crotch of the wooden Jesus and his swollen, stiff cock jutting up in the air for the boy to see, and being a thirteen-year-old boy although he'd been punishing the priest now for over a month he could not help but glance at the swollen member of the priest out of curiosity and amazement, amazement that a priest would get a boner, and even more amazing, that he got it from getting his ass whipped.

He hung the belt back up and took down the leather-handled whip the Bishop had braided himself out of thistles, his fingertips having been bloodied and tender for two weeks after he'd made the whip as the messenger angel with the strange headband had instructed. Drawing back his hand once more, the boy again lashed the priest's body, this time using the thistle whip and striking his chest. The whip left a thin line of tiny, red pinpricks across his chest, the thorns from the thistle pricking his flesh, some of them breaking off and remaining embedded in his soft flesh. The first time he'd done this the boy had struck the priest gently, not wanting to hurt him, but he'd been admonished to strike with all his strength for the priest needed to be punished. After a month of doing so, he now lashed his chest repeatedly with all the force the young teenager could summon, the thorns imbedding in his fat, flabby breasts and his tender nipples, and despite the pain his nipples became swollen and firm and his cock not only remained erect but began to throb with pleasure and desire.

He began to whip lower, lashing the priest's fat, hairy, protruding belly and his tender thighs, and last, his stiff cock and dangling testicles. The thin whip wrapped about his shaft and ripped it raw and bloody as Raphael drew the whip back. The priest bit his lower lip and jerked as the stinging thistle struck his balls. Tiny thorns speared his swollen dick head and pierced his testicles, the prickles often remaining imbedded in his flesh. As the boy whipped his exposed dickhead the boy grimaced with the imagined pain and he looked at the priest with perplexity. What sort of man willingly had his most private and delicate, not to mention precious, parts treated so cruelly? And what sort of man took delight in such extreme pain? Despite the clenching of his eyes and the tensing of his body with the pain, the priest was obviously enjoying his torture as evidenced by his erection and ultimately the spurting of his seed.

The boy said nothing about the man's ejaculation as he untied the priest's wrists and helped him put on his robes and vestments for morning mass, the priest not bothering to bathe despite stinking of sweat and his body covered with pin-sized prickles of blood and little barbs from the thistle whip, and despite the fact that the Archbishop would be attending the service that day. Rumours about Father Henry's behaviour of late, that he came to mass smelling of sweat and sex, and that he ogled the choir boys and touched the altar boys where they should not be touched, and, some had claimed, while sporting a full erection, had reached the Archbishops's ears. All Father Henry could think of were the repeated visits by the angel of the Lord and his recurring dream. Perhaps they were portents of this visitation.

Cory smiled as he stretched out in the limo and snacked on his breakfast of Nachos and cheese and Coke he'd had Chouan Sangha pick up for him as he'd chauffeured him across town. It would have been totally wicked to see the look on the Archbishop's face as Henry ogled the choir boys and imagined them naked, and as he brushed his hand against the buttocks and crotches of young Raphael and Daniel, whom he'd be unable to resist even in the presence of the Archbishop after the post hypnotic suggestions he'd left once again after his morning blow job. He'd love to have been able to stay and watch Father Henry's furtive glances at the Archbishop, who of course would be constantly studying him, and which Father Henry would misinterpret, again with Cory's subconscious suggestion, as showing a sexual interest in him. Unfortunately he had a wedding to attend, but fortunately there would be other Sundays. With that happy thought he closed his eyes and caught forty winks. It had been a very busy evening and a very busy night and this day had just begun.

Arriving at the church only minutes before the wedding, Cory knew he didn't have to worry about finding a place to sit, a spot in the front row having been reserved for him, along with Anton and François Gilles and Anton's boyfriend Michael Ainslie, Antoinette and her husbands Billy Dean and Juan Carlos, and Juan's little brother Ramon. It was a huge church, larger than the largest Catholic Cathedral in California, and construction having been completed only two months ago it had the most modern of designs, built in the shape of a pyramid but with sweeping curved sides, the base of marble and the arches of steel and glass. It sat out on ten acres of forested and terraced land between Citrus Grove and Mountainview Estates, the two richest subdivisions in Riverside. The main assembly hall could seat a thousand followers and it was packed. Based on principles, which they called precepts, that were common to all religions, principles of love, charity and compassion and the cardinal virtues of prudence, fortitude, temperance and justice, and discarding the trappings and rituals that separated the religions of the world, the church was attracting thousands of adherents daily, individuals who were weary of the hypocrisy and politics of the old religions.

The inside of the church was as modern as the outside, soft, cushioned chairs in place of wooden pews, with modern paintings and sculptures reflecting the seven virtues that formed its foundation and the beliefs and practices that had made it so popular. Large monitors were strategically located about the assembly hall so all members of the congregation could see what was going on at the pulpit at the end of the hall, and the most up-to-date technology was installed throughout the building.

Cory had barely gotten seated when the services began, lead by the Second Minister, Preceptor Jonathan Winthrop, the second highest ranking minster in the new church. As the sermon began, Cory drifted off for another quick nap. He knew what was going to be said, having after all laid the seeds for the formation of the new faith himself nine months ago. Anton and Jonah had become lovers back then, in August of last year, and in his concern and love for Jonah, Anton had mentioned to Cory that Jonah's father had been whipping him. Cory had been dismayed to discover that in seeking revenge for Jonah's beatings back in March of that year by arranging for the appearance of Ramon at the Reverend's church to teach the minister about love had not enlightened him as he'd hoped, but instead had made him even more of a tyrant in the treatment of his family and even more fanatical about what he perceived as sins in the world to the point that his wife feared he was going to have a mental breakdown. Knowing how dense adults can be, Cory was at the same time not overly surprised by the Reverend's actions. Feeling at least partly responsible for the man's accelerated fanaticism, Cory concluded drastic action was going to be required to change the man's life, and with his thirteen-year-old imagination it did not take that long to come up with a plan.

Finding the Reverend in his church praying for forgiveness for his sins and asking for help in fighting the temptations of the flesh, Cory easily slipped into the church unnoticed and with the minister's single focus it was easy to probe his mind. Given his distraught and fragile mind, also to a large part Cory's doing, when Cory appeared before him as a flaming bush, the Reverend's image of God, though not as large nor as fierce as Cory concocted thanks to his teenage imagination and hours of playing video games, the Reverend fully accepted without question that he was in the presence of his Maker, and in a sense, he was. Cory spent the next two hours painstakingly interweaving Reverend Winthrop's memories and beliefs with his own perception of the nature of the world and of God, at times building on and reshaping the minister's thoughts, and other times forcing totally new ideas that were in direct contradiction to the Reverend's perceptions. By the end of two hours he was totally exhausted and had a pounding headache, as did the Reverend, but he had succeeded in his mission.

Reverend Winthrop was convinced he had witnessed a miracle. The Lord had appeared to him Himself to answer his prayers for guidance and help, and so radical had been the message that it had to have been a divine revelation from the Lord Himself. He knew how Moses had to have felt that day on Mount Sinai when he'd received the Commandments, or how Noah had to have felt when the Lord told him to build the ark, for the precepts that had been revealed to him were as wondrous as the Commandments and as the destruction of earth by the Flood, and people would reject what he'd been told just as they'd rejected the sermon by Moses and Noah's warning.

That very day he'd tendered his resignation as a Baptist minister and had begun to preach a new gospel. Considering his past rants against sinners of all kinds, and especially homosexuals and other sexual deviants, and that his new beliefs were diametrically opposed to those he'd held previously, his preaching at first had been highly suspect. Many, and especially those who'd been the targets of his rants and sermons previously, were certain his new sermons were blatant and amateurish attempts at entrapment. The Reverend, however, was a skilled orator, and this new message being one he totally believed in, he was just as passionate promoting those things that before he had condemned. And so it was that the Church of Devine Love had begun, starting with a handful of followers, aging hippies and flower children, the baby boomers who had lead the free love movement of the sixties, those individuals who practised an alternative life style and were rejected by the church of their parents, and those disenchanted with the outdated and out of touch establishment of the traditional churches.

Cory's short nap was interrupted by the arrival of the happy couple about to be married, the head of the church, eight-year-old First Minister Jonah Winthrop, and the Third Minister of the church, the first preceptor ordained by the new church and the third highest and last major official, a young former Baptist minister who last August had come to assist Reverend Winthrop fresh out of the seminary. Instead he had found the Reverend had submitted his resignation and so had taken over his ministry temporarily, only to become enamoured with the new faith Jonathan Winthrop was preaching, and even more enamoured with his young son who was actually the power and force behind this new ministry.

How all that had come about some might consider a miracle in itself. Although he didn't know how, Jonah knew that his father's abrupt change in behaviour had been caused by Cory. So, a week before Thanksgiving Day, as his family sat down around the dining room table and he thought about his many blessings and things to be thankful for, he decided to stop in at Cory's new residence and thank him after supper. It just so happened that on that very day Cory was relaxing in the Italian Gardens reading his great-grandfather's journal after having put his children to bed. He was at the time reading the entries from 1958, four years after his great-grandfather had decided the headband he'd found was cursed and had disposed of it. Those years were, in his great-grandfather's words, "a time of wandering the vast deserts of Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Hinduism and Buddhism along with assorted minor wastelands in search of a moral compass and finding only the fathomless depths of man's ignorance and superstition." That, like much of his journal, was obscure and meaningless to a fourteen-year-old boy, though Cory had discovered that he could never tell when he might find something old Isaiah McFarlane had written useful. His great-grandfather had, for example, a hundred and fifteen pages earlier distilled the major religions down to a few pages of commonalities, which Cory had ended up using to redirect Pastor Winthrop's energies three months ago to form the Church of Devine Love.

So he had gotten a hundred and fifteen pages read in the past three months and most of that he'd skipped over. He was beginning to find the journal exceedingly boring and long-winded. There were two major reasons Cory was reading his great-grandfather's voluminous journal: the dirty parts, the explicit though sometimes strangely worded entries about sex, and to find out more about how the headband worked, or at least how Isaiah used it and how he figured it worked. There had been little mention of sex, and where there was anything it was about how either the church declared it immoral or the politicians declared it illegal. It didn't seem like much had changed in the past five decades in that regard. Since his entry four years earlier in which he said he was going to bury the headband there had been no mention of it, but since Cory had found it in his stuff he evidently hadn't buried it, or he'd dug it up again.

There had been, however, page after page about the threat of communism and the fear that the Soviet Union was going to take over the world, and his great-grandfather's criticism of the president, some guy called Eisenhower, for not declaring war on the Soviets or on China and, in his opinion, for not mobilizing people and so was losing the battle of the cold war. Being sort of interested in war and battles like many teenage boys, Cory had looked the cold war up on the Internet to find out what his great-grandfather was talking about and was disappointed to find it wasn't a real war with tanks and artillery.

One entry that was sort of interesting was about some handsome, young singer, a 'whippersnapper' to use his great-grandfather's phrase, by the name of Elvis Presley, whom his great-grandfather thought was corrupting the youth of that time with his suggestive performances. Apparently when this singer had appeared on television they'd shown only above his waist because of the way he moved his hips. His great-grandfather didn't say just how he moved them but Cory had a vivid imagination and he pictured some guy thrusting his hips to and fro as he sang. His grandfather also thought this new teenage music that had become popular, rock and roll, was immoral and obscene and should be banned from radio and television. Cory wondered what his great-grandfather would think of music videos and lyrics of today.

He lamented that his innocent, impressionable seven-year-old grandson Michael, Cory's uncle and his mother's older brother, was imitating this Presley's movements on a pretend guitar and knew the words to such lascivious (Cory also had to look that word up and had added it to his growing vocabulary list) songs as You Ain't Nothing But a Hound Dog and All Shook Up and his parents had not only bragged about it, but they had even bought him a leather jacket and allowed him to wear his hair in a duck tail, whatever that was. To his shock and dismay, his young grandson had told him it was sexy, evidently mouthing something he'd heard adults say as a boy his age couldn't possibly know what sexy meant let alone what attributes made something sexy.

When Jonah arrived Cory had just flipped past a dozen pages about why niggers, his great-grandfather's word for black people, should not be integrated into white schools. Black and white students apparently had attended separate schools up until then and the government was forcing people to bus black students to mix them with white students if they didn't do so willingly, which his great-grandfather was convinced was part of a communist plot. He was also of the opinion that niggers were of inferior intelligence and moral character, even below Asians and Arabs, and would lower 'white' standards. Isaiah McFarlane was definitely not one who was concerned about being politically correct, and was not afraid of stating his opinions.

When Gamal announced that he had a visitor, Cory was questioning the value of continuing to read the rest of the voluminous journal so he readily put it aside. Although he'd been checking up on Jonathan Winthrop's behaviour to make sure his plan didn't backfire this time like his earlier one had and so knew that the Reverend's behaviour and attitude had changed, he was pleased to hear from Jonah that continued to be so and that the youngster and his family were much happier for it. He was, however, disappointed to hear that Jonah's father wasn't making as much money as he had as a Baptist minister, the people being attracted to his new church being not as rich nor as established as his old congregation. As Jonah began to thank him for doing whatever it was that he'd done to change his father, Cory's mind was wondering what he could do to improve things for Jonah and he was suddenly struck by an inspiration.

The solution to bringing in more money was simple. Jonah's father simply had to attract more people, and especially those with fat wallets who liked to show off how righteous they were by flashing their money, or who needed a tax dodge. His church was already bringing in people disaffected with the traditional churches and in three short months already had a larger congregation than his former church, practically filling the two-hundred-year-old Catholic mission that he'd taken over. What he had to do now was to provide something that all people wanted, not just the disaffected and not just there in Riverside or California, or hell, not even just the good old U S of A. He had to, in his great-grandfather's words, mobilize people.

To figure out what all people wanted didn't take much thought either. All people wanted love. They also wanted sex, which wasn't necessarily the same thing as love. And, they wanted their children to be happy. Those were three certain things people wanted all over the world no matter where they lived, and that rich people wanted just as badly as poor people, coloured as well as white, old as well as young. The Church of Devine Love was already preaching love as one of the precepts of the church, but what they had to do wasn't just preach about it but to actually practice it. All other churches preached about love, but the love they practised was a false, restricted kind of love, love between a husband and a wife, and love (obedience actually) by a child for his or her parents.

What the Church of Devine Love had to do was actually practice love and promote it, real love, love not just between husbands and wives, but love that existed between any man and woman, or between several men and one woman like Billy, Juan and Annette, the love that existed between two men or two women, the love between people of different races, and the real love between adults and children, the type of love nambla talked about. And of course along with love went sex, not just to make babies, but to feel good and make others feel good. Now that was something all people around the world could relate to, and something other churches didn't support. And, what could possibly make a child happier than love and sex? It certainly made him happy.

Like the war against communism in his great-grandfather's time, this war against the established church and against the political right was going to have to be fought by diplomatic, economic, and psychologic means. Really, it was just like the cold war, in this case a fight for world dominance over other religions and current governments by this new religion. For things to really change in the world it was going to take a change in laws, it was going to take money, a hell of a lot of money, and it was going to take a change in the way people thought. It would be tough, but the benefits were obvious, at least to Cory, and he was sure to others also once they thought about it. If people had their needs for love, sex, and happiness for their children met, there would be no need for one country to try to take over another or for people to overthrow their government or for terrorists or wars like in Iraq because the people would already have what they most wanted. There would be no need for different beliefs to compete with each other as people would all adhere to the one true belief that met their needs. If everyone embraced this new religion all people from all different nations and cultures would be integrated just like the government had integrated blacks and whites back in the 1950's and all people would really be equal.

That would require politicians and wealthy and powerful people who believed in the message of the new church, and who could influence others politically, economically, and psychologically. For Cory that was no problem. Who could possibly not support love, sex, and the happiness of children? He already had a core of such people he could call upon to help right there in Riverside. Of course there would need to be one strong, powerful person to lead such a radical movement, and Cory was looking at such a person that very moment. Who better to deliver a message of love, sex and happy children than a charismatic, innocent, blond-haired and blue-eyed eight-year-old cherub like Jonah Winthrop?

Cory smiled as the ideas all flowed together. He loved it when things all came together. Never again would he question the tedium of reading through his great-grandfather's journal for if he hadn't been reading it there was no way he'd have come up with those ideas. It was a totally brilliant plan, and when he explained it all to Jonah, Jonah thought so too, except for the part about him being the spokesperson for this brave, new movement.

"Nonsense. You'd be perfect."

"I think you'd do it better. It's all your idea."

"Yeah, well, I'd always be there to help if you needed it, which I'm sure you won't."

"Like I said, that's why I came over here, to thank you for everything you've already done to help me, and my family, especially my mom and dad."

"Hey, no need. I'm glad I was able to help out."

"I'd really like to pay you back somehow, to show you how grateful I am."

"Thanks, but I really had a blast doing it."

Jonah thought for a moment. "You know that party you invited me to, the one where you, where you took Dominic's prune?" That had been the first time he'd heard of doing such a thing and that phrase, and the evening had left a lasting impression on him.

Cory grinned. That had been a year ago but it was something he'd never forget. There was a second reason for his grin: hearing the eight-year-old son of a preacher use that phrase. "Yeah?"

"You looked like you were having a blast then too."

"Yeah, I was. It's always great making someone feel good, and especially when it's their very first time. It was, well, like the time I first showed you and Dominic how to jack off. Remember that?"

"Oh yeah," Jonah replied with a grin, "that had so been a blast." He thought for a moment, about how exciting that had been and how good it had felt, and about the idea that had come to his mind a moment ago. "So, would you like to take my prune?"

Cory looked at the eight-year-old in surprise. "You've never…"

Jonah shook his head. He'd jerked off and goosed himself like Cory had shown him, and sucked off guys and dogs, and fisted guys, but he'd never fucked nor been fucked.

"Anton never did it to you, nor François?"

Again Jonah shook his head. "Anton mostly liked rimming me or sucking my dick, and François mostly liked me fisting him."

Cory could understand that. The two Gilles brothers were total bottoms. "You did fuck them though, didn't you?"

Jonah shook his head for the third time. That Cory could understand too, in a way. When you had someone like Jonah to fist you, why would you want to be porked by his little preteen dick? "You sure you want me-."

Jonah nodded his head vigorously before Cory could finish. "Dominic looked like he really liked it. I'd really like you to be the first one to do it to me. If you'd like to, that is."

"If I'd like to? I can't think of a better way to end a perfect day," Cory replied to Jonah's relief and delight.

When Jonah had arrived at the Wilson-Dean Estate, he had stripped and left his clothes in the foyer closet as was the custom of close friends who came calling. Besides, he felt the same way about nudity as Cory and his family. Cory embraced the naked, slender eight-year-old and kissed him as he began to caress his smooth, compact buttocks. Jonah immediately returned the kisses, his smooth, sweet lips pressing against Cory's, and he began to caress Cory's back and backside, having in the past year learned much about the art of making love, most of it from Cory but also with help from Anton and Ramon. The two boys, healthy and unashamed of their nudity and sexuality, openly and naturally made love standing there in the lush Italian Gardens, the bodies of the two naked, slender young boys rivalling those of the marble Italian statues in beauty and in grace. Like all boys their age it did not take long before their slender dicks were swollen and sticking up proudly and eager for action, and unlike most boys, they were neither ashamed nor embarrassed by their condition.

Removing the cushions from the chairs and piling them on the low marble table there in the middle of the gardens and having Jonah lie down on his back on them and raise his legs, Cory knelt behind him. Pulling apart his ass cheeks, he tongued the boy's virgin asshole, licking the tender little button and worming his tongue into his dank, little hole. As his mouth filled with spittle, he pressed his lips against the boy's anus and blew his spit into his rectum, causing Jonah to squirm and giggle with pleasure. He took his time, wanting Jonah to enjoy his first time as much as he was going to enjoy it, building up the eight-year-old's desire as his own lust began to swell in his fourteen-year-old loins. Although having only turned fourteen only three months ago, the twenty-eighth of August, Cory had learned how to pace himself and how to hold back his lust, so it was a good half hour before he finally stood, by which time both boys were tense and aching for relief and Cory was dripping with pre-cum. Placing the tip of his rigid, slender early teen cock against Jonah's sweet, virgin asshole, he prepared to penetrate him for the first time.

By this time of course Jonah was eager to have his ass penetrated, having known now for a year what it felt like to have a finger up his tight hole and imagining how much better it would be to have another guy's dink inside him. Despite having goosed himself regularly for the past year, his asshole was still tight, as tight as any virgin would be. He was eager though, and not inexperienced in having his rectum penetrated, and Cory was skilled, and his cock though longer and thicker than most his age, was still slender and the tip generously lubed with pre-cum. Grasping the anxious youngster's slender hips, he slowly pressed forward, his knob slowing stretching open Jonah's sphincter until it popped inside. Cory paused to enjoy the familiar sensation of having his knob encased in hot, moist assflesh, and to allow Jonah time to enjoy his first penetration by a guy's cock, which was quite different Cory knew than being goosed. He then slowly sank his stiff cock up the boy's virgin hole, slowly penetrating him until the tip of his cock was buried deep up his rectum and his young, pendulous, hairy balls were pressing against the young boy's smooth, tender ass cheeks, his own tiny, hairless eggs nestled in Cory's thick nest of curly, coarse hairs. Again he paused to enjoy the pleasure of having his cock totally imbedded up a hot, moist asshole, and to give Jonah time to enjoy his first full penetration by another guy's cock.

He then slowly began the familiar motions, grasping Jonah's hips tightly as he slowly drew his own hips back, drawing his stiff, aching cock back out until his knob was stretching open his sphincter, and then slowly pushing forward, pushing his cock back up the delightfully tight, hot asshole. He smiled down at Jonah and Jonah smiled back up at him, and he bent forward and the two boys kissed as Cory continued to slowly fuck his young guest. As he nibbled on Jonah's cheek and his ear, he whispered for him to clench his ass closed when he drew back, and to relax his sphincter as he sank his cock back in, and Jonah obediently did so, actively participating in his first fucking rather than just lying back and getting fucked.

Cory worked slowly and paused frequently to enjoy the taking of Jonah's prune and the introducing of the young boy to the pleasures of anal sex, and to give Jonah plenty of time to enjoy his first fucking, besides of course delaying his ejaculation. Despite his young age, Cory knew that bringing another guy pleasure doubled his own pleasure, and though Jonah had turned eight only a few weeks before Cory, he too knew that sex was just as much about making the other guy feel good as it was about feeling good yourself. And so the two boys did their best to please each other as they slowly fucked their way to that peak of ecstasy. Twice Cory paused and allowed his lust to subside, but as he felt the familiar build up of pressure in his loins for the third time, he could not hold back. With increasing lust, he began to thrust his hips to and fro faster, driving his cock up Jonah's asshole as far as the slender early teen dick could reach.

Jonah too was approaching that ultimate peak and was the first to climax, the youngster suddenly jerking and flailing his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy ebbed out from the pit of his loins. He opened and closed the peehole of his little stiff cocklet in a desperate attempt to cum or to pee as he cried out with the pleasure of his dry orgasm, not his first as he'd frequently brought himself that powerful, mysterious pleasure by fiddling with his dinky as Cory had taught him, but the first he'd ever experienced by having his ass fucked, and which somehow, felt all the more powerful. And then as Jonah was still in the throes of his orgasm, Cory erupted, and as he did so it was with the force and openness of a fourteen-year-old boy, his young, cum-filled balls constricting into a tight knot and squirting spurt after spurt of thin early teen cum up his young partner's rectum. He trembled and gasped with open pleasure as only a fourteen-year-old boy can, every ejaculation still a mysterious and marvellous experience, never ceasing to be delighted with the powerful throbbing of his benumbed cock and the burning pleasure of having his semen spurting out of the tip of his young, swollen dick. The two boys closed their eyes and clutched each other as they arched their backs and panted and grunted in ecstasy and their loins went weak.

Cory smiled as he thought back about that night. It had been fantastic. But now six months had passed, and Jonah was about to be married in the church that he had officially become the leader of six months ago. Once word began to spread of this new faith, thanks to a savvy young board who knew how to use the Internet to get its message out, the new faith spread like wildfire. People were desperate for something they could relate to and could trust. Not only had the congregation outgrown the old Catholic mission where it had begun, necessitating the building of a much larger and more modern temple, but the increasingly diverse congregation and expanded mandate and wider vision necessitated a change in name to better reflect the mission of the church as Jonah had redefined it after that fateful meeting with Cory in the middle of November of last year. And so it was that the Church of Devine Love had become the Fane of Universal Communion, and in six months had grown to a following of over a million with the faithful found in almost every country in the world, even China. And as membership increased so did the resources of the church, and with increased resources poured right back into the ministry, membership grew. It was a cycle of growth and prosperity that was the envy of the other faiths.

Appealing to members of all races, this new faith, unlike most religions, was multiracial in composition, and unlike the mainstream religions was gay, bi and transgendered friendly. fuc was also intergenerational, supporting and promoting the basic beliefs of nambla and applying it also to women and girls, thus drawing in adherents of all ages, again unlike other religions, and, it was nondenominational, drawing in members from all other religions. Cory humorously suggested they should add Intergenerational and Nondenominational to the name and call their faith the fucin Truth, and that they should call themselves holy fucers.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the vows of matrimony between Preceptor Jonah Winthrop and Preceptor David De Silva who desire in their love and desire for each other to bond to each other and to live together as one according to the precepts of the Fane of Universal Communion," Jonathan began. The ceremony they were about to witness was of course the Sacrament of Matrimony based on the precepts of the Fane of Universal Communion though there were several other unconventional wedding ceremonies parishioners could choose from and which Preceptor Jonathan had performed. "The Sacrament of Matrimony is not to be taken lightly and requires a sincere commitment by each partner. How Jonah, and how David, will you keep this bond sure and alive?" As Jonah and David in turn began to swear they would practise each of the seven precepts of the church in regard to each other, Cory thought back to those wedding ceremonies he'd witnessed or participated in.

One of the first marriages Jonah Winthrop had performed as First Preceptor after moving out of the old Franciscan mission and into the new church, assisted by his father who had stepped down to become Second Preceptor, had been the polyandrous marriage between Annette and her two husbands, Juan Carlos and Billy Dean, or more appropriately, the reaffirmation of their vows, the happy threesome having gotten married nine months earlier. That had been a hurried wedding, Annette already eight months pregnant with Billy's children, performed by an excommunicated Mormon Bishop who had been removed from his church because of his belief and practice of polygamy, once promoted and practised by members of the Church of Later Day Saints.

This wedding on the other hand had been performed as recently converted members of the Fane of Universal Communion. It had followed basically a Catholic ceremony with an emphasis on the principles and beliefs of their new faith and with a blend of Puerto Rican, African-American and French marriage customs, and this time Cory and Ramon had been part of the wedding party. That they had chosen to reaffirm their marriage vows was seen as romantic and typical of their sons by the Dean and Carlos families, who welcomed any opportunity to eat, drink and dance anyway. Antoinette had also seen it as sensitive and romantic and cried with happiness for her daughter throughout most of the ceremony. The relatives on her side and on Julius's side were not so certain why they needed a second wedding, and were even more uncertain about his new religion Antoinette and Julius and their children had adopted, but considering their sudden wealth and rise up the social ladder, besides being curious, this was not a wedding they were going to pass up. Following the church service, there had been a reception back at the Wilson-Dean Estate where the guests were treated to a smorgasbord of traditional French, African-American, and Puerto Rican cuisine and music including a five-member symphony orchestra, New Orleans jazz, and jibaro music played on the cuatro, a five-string guitar, by one of Juan's uncles.

Of course the happy threesome eventually slipped away for a hot menage a trois. Annette, this time seven and a half months pregnant with Juan's baby, dropped to her knees and unzipping the trousers of Billy's tuxedo, pulled out his thick, black cock and began to kiss and lick it and rub it against her smooth cheeks like the cock-hungry whore she'd become, eager to please the husband of her twin girls and just as eager to coax out and drink his sweet nigger-baby-making juice. Meanwhile, Juan dropped the trousers of his tux and his boxers and raising his wife's long, white wedding gown and pulling down her delicately embroidered panties over her bulging belly, he rubbed his slender, brown prick along her ass crack. As she felt Billy's cock swelling in her hand she slipped her lips over the thick, black sausage, delighting in feeling it swelling between her lips as she began to suck on it. And, as she felt Ramon's dickhead rubbing against her anus, she opened it up eagerly, finding having a stiff cock plunged up her rectum just as pleasurable as having a stiff cock plunged up her vagina, and eager to please her other husband which ever way he wanted.

As she began to slip her lips up and down Billy's swelling prick and her cheeks sank in as she began to suck, she groaned with pleasure as Juan pulled apart her ass cheeks and pressed his hips forward and his dickhead stretched open her sphincter until it popped inside her rectum. Wraping his arms about her swollen belly, he continued pressing forward, driving his cock up her asshole to the hilt. Meanwhile, watching the wedding evening suck and fuck fest by way of live cam, made all the hotter knowing the new bride and two grooms were aware that they were being watched and taped, Ramon and Cory, their eyes glued to the monitor, reached over and pulled down each other's fly. The two fresh-faced boys, looking particularly handsome in their tuxedos, powder blue shirts and royal blue cummerbunds, pulled out each other's young, slender cock and began to stroke each other, their eyes sparkling and their rosy lips moist. They knew the young married couple were about to engage in an all-night marathon, and so were they.

Shortly before that while they were still in the old Franciscan mission and prior to the change in name of the church had been the new age intergenerational double wedding between Marion and Darien Wilson and Matt and Nat Wilson, the four of them having written their own marriage ceremony and their own vows reflecting their personal interests and philosophy. Wishing to be with his twin boys, Cory had moved out to the Wilson-Dean Estate at the end of the summer to live with the Gilles family, with his parents' blessing, proud that their son took his fatherhood seriously. Finding themselves empty nesters, they had decided to marry the new love interests in their lives. There were, however, several major obstacles as far as their Anglican minster was concerned. For one, the church didn't condone the marriage of sixteen-year-olds even if supported by their parents, and particularly not to individuals twice their age, and certainly not to a couple who were presently married to each other and wanted to remain that way. Although they had new love interests, Marian and Matt still loved each other and wanted to remain married. Preceptor Jonathan Winthrop and the Church of Devine Love was the answer.

Not only did the four of them get married together, Nat and Darien choosing to wear their Sierra Academy school uniforms and looking smart in their navy blue blazers and black silk ascots and Marian and Matt in a complementary wedding dress and tux commissioned for them from one of Europe's most famous, and expensive, fashion designers, but they went on their honeymoon together too, the four of them spending a week at Lake Arrowhead in a cabin, more like a mansion actually, owned by Darien and Nat's grandfather. They went boating, swimming, water skiing and golfing together, everyone assuming they were a happy family of mother and father and twin teenage sons, and while Matt and Nat headed off on daylong nature hikes with their cameras, Marian and Darien sat before the baby grand and collaborated on a new musical score for a musical they were writing and hoping to have presented on Broadway.

In the evenings they made hot passionate love as only those who are young and in love can, sometimes separately, usually the four of them together in the same room and bed as they'd done the night of their wedding. Darien and Nat were superb lovers, having been introduced to the art of lovemaking at a young age by mature and caring adults and having had many opportunities to put their knowledge to practice. Being exceedingly handsome and having buff bodies besides gentle, caring personalities, the two boys had had no difficulty finding sexual partners of either sex in the past. During their lovemaking it was not uncommon for the two boys to take the lead in foreplay, their youthful zeal and eagerness naturally resulting in them taking the dominant role over their older spouses. Even something as routine as disrobing their partners was done with a finesse, the two teenagers gently but lustfully caressing and kissing their partners' breasts and chests, stomachs and thighs, ass cheeks and groins as each was exposed. By the time they, and their partners, were naked, all four were fully aroused and Matt and Marian were feeling like teenagers again.

Lying on her back and raising and spreading her legs, Marian readily and eagerly accepted her sixteen-year-old lover, the boy more than half her age, and she moaned and sighed with lust as the boy penetrated her and began to ride her. Beside her, Nat lay also on his back, his legs raised and spread also, and he grunted and inhaled deeply as Matt knelt between the sixteen-year-old's legs and penetrated him with the same eagerness and desire as he'd penetrated his wife on their wedding night fifteen years ago. The boy he was penetrating at the moment had not even been a year old back then. He looked down into the emerald blue eyes filled with love and lust, the boy's long, thick, strawberry-blond hair curling over his ears and extending down to his collarbone accenting his youthful appearance. Marian, meanwhile, was staring up into the rich brown eyes of her lover and thinking how handsome he looked with those beautiful, sexy eyes with their long, feathery eyelashes and with his layered jet black hair.

The two boys had identical smiles and the same high cheekbones and smooth cheeks, the same chiselled bodies, the result of leading vigorous, athletic lives, and the same generous endowment, their young cocks long and slender, their teenage balls large and pendulous and filled with hot cum. It was easy to tell they were fraternal twins. The two boys glanced at each other and smiled, knowing exactly how the other was feeling and what the other was thinking, a phenomenon not uncommon among twins. It was not the first time they'd had sex side by side with different partners. Besides, they'd often had sex with each other in the past also. Though the one was straight and the other gay in their preferences, they had not been averse to the occasional switch hitting in the past as they explored their sexuality, and they'd seen sex with each other as an expression of their brotherly love rather than something gay. Marian and Matt exchanged knowing glances also, the two stills deeply in love with each other, and because of that love, knowing how the other felt at that moment and feeling the other's love and growing passion. And then the four of them turned their attention back to their partners, the swelling desire and growing tension between their legs and the throbbing, wet pleasure and the desire to please their partner demanding their attention and quickly consuming them as they tensed and relaxed their bodies and began thrusting their hips against each other.

That had been the first of many lovemaking sessions together. Following their honeymoon they'd moved into their new home they had built in the Rancho Santa Ana district, a modern mansion built to reflect and accommodate their varied interests and reflecting the values they'd grown up with, but not being ostentatious nor flaunting their wealth. There was of course a music room with a grand piano and perfect acoustics where Marian and Darien spent many happy hours, and a dark room where Matt and Nat could pursue their interest in photography. The den reflected their interests in nature, entomology and photography, whereas the salon with its extensive DVD collection and original art by the great masters reflected Marian and Darien's interest in art, music and theatre. They also had a nursery in their new home as Marian had begun taking fertility pills and was hoping to begin a new family with her teenage lover and Matt and Nat were considering adopting an infant, perhaps from one of the impoverished third-world countries, whom they could raise and to whom they could pass on their own philosophy and beliefs.

One of the big drawing cards of the Church of Devine Love, and even more so the Fane of Universal Communion, was the position taken regarding the marriage of same-sex couples. Although not yet recognized by the state and opposed by the federal government, the church openly supported and promoted same sex marriages and offered the sacrament of matrimony in several different versions, including ceremonies similar to the Catholic mass, the format Jonathan Winthrop had used back in February when he'd married Dominic Halder and Kenneth Ballard while services were still being held in the old Franciscan mission. There was also a version based on the Anglican mass, a civil ceremony that made no reference to God for those who had rejected religion, ceremonies parallel to the marriage ceremonies held for heterosexual Islamic and Hindi marriages for the Arab and East Indian members of the congregation, of course the rite based on the precepts of the Fane of Universal Communion which he'd most recently performed to marry the two ex-cops and lesbian lovers Erica O'Malley and Michaela Polanski, and even the occasional pagan rite for those who had previously followed the Wiccan faith.

"I desire thee, David De Silva, to be my wedded partner, to join with thee in flesh, mind, and soul according to the precepts of love, charity, compassion, prudence, fortitude, temperance and justice," Jonah said, looking up into the handsome young Preceptor's eyes, "and as an emblem of my devotion to thee I pledge my body, mind and soul to thee with this ring." Taking the ring from his youngest brother, who was acting as his best man and witness, Jonah slipped it on David's wedding finger. Looking down into Jonah's sweet, innocent face, David repeated the oath and similarly took a ring from his oldest brother, who was acting as his best man and witness, and slipped it on Jonah's slender finger.

"Blessed be this man and this boy and their union on this day. We pray that they keep the covenant betwixt them that they have sworn to each other and before this congregation for all eternity. May their love for each other never falter, may their home be forever blessed, and may their devotion to the precepts of This Church be steadfast. I present to the congregation, this newly bonded couple, Preceptor Jonah and Preceptor David, lovers and wedded partners for all eternity."

The newly wedded couple looked once again into each others eyes, and as Jonah stood on his tiptoes David bent over and their lips met in a long, tender kiss that had many women misty eyed and many men feeling a twitch in their loins. It was a beautiful spring day and the reception was held there on the grounds, the lawn about the church lush and green and bordered by beds of May flowers. Tables had been set up where the ladies' auxiliary had set out the food they'd prepared for the noon lunch, and a stage had been set up for the band to provide music. Cory joined the newly married couple at their table as their special guest, as a good friend of Preceptor Jonah, and as the founder and First Apostle of the Fane of Universal Communion.

Jonah and David mingled with their many guests and stayed for several hours before slipping away to celebrate their first married afternoon in private. Also on the grounds on which the Fane stood was Preceptor Hall, a modern but modest residence for Jonathan Winthrop and his family along with several suites with their own entrances for guests and a study hall with a modest library of religious references and Internet access. A separate residence, the Rectory, had been built for the First Preceptor, recognizing he would need a private place for reflection and meditation. Jonah had used it when he had to think and when he was preparing his sermons, but he otherwise lived with his parents in the main residence, and Preceptor David De Silva lived in one of the suites. It was to the Rectory, their new home, that the married couple retired for a few hours before the reception.

David De Silva, the only son of Portuguese parents, had been born and mostly raised in São Paulo, Brazil. Brazil having the third largest concentration of Baptists after America and India and just ahead of Myanmar, when he had entered the Baptist seminary eight years earlier he'd figured his first ministry would be in São Paulo, it being the largest city in South America and one of the largest in the world, though he was prepared to go wherever he was needed. He had no idea his first ministry would be in Riverside, California, but the posting for an assistant had been announced just as he'd finished his Doctor of Theology training, and with his mother having accepted a two-year position as a visiting professor at ucla and his father, as a diplomat with unicef, spending a lot of time in New York City, a posting as an assistant minister for a well-established congregation in America seemed particularly fortuitous. Of course he had no way of knowing that Reverend Winthrop would be submitting his resignation and he'd be asked to take over the church until it was decided if they should give him the top position or if they should seek someone with experience, nor that he'd become enthralled by the new faith Reverend Winthrop was preaching, and especially not that he'd become enamoured by the Reverend's eight-year-old son.

Being a devout Baptist with devout parents, and totally straight, at least in belief and thoughts being still a virgin having devoted his time and energies to his studies, his conversion to the Fane of Universal Communion and his falling in love with one of his own gender, and a child at that, was a complete surprise to everyone who knew him and even to himself. It could well be considered a miracle considering the abruptness with which it all happened and the depth of his conviction regarding his new faith and his first love. It had been instantaneous. He'd dropped in to listen to a sermon by Reverend Winthrop at the Church of Devine Love to find out what this new faith everyone was gossiping about was all about, and afterward had met his young son and his son's best buddy, a strange boy six years older and wearing a strange copper headband and having the deepest, most penetrating eyes of any teenage boy he'd ever met. By the time he'd left that afternoon he'd been converted and he was madly in love.

As he sat there on the edge of the bed undressing his new marriage partner as he himself was undressed, though he was as apprehensive and as nervous as a new bride, he was even more certain that he had made the right decisions. As he'd stood there before the altar in the fuc it was as if he could feel the Eyes of the Lord upon him, and as he'd said his vows and heard Jonah say his, a surge of love and of lust had swept over him that had to have been divinely inspired. Never in his life had he felt so strongly about someone, does not even his parents, and never had he ached so badly to have sex with someone, not even on his horniest day as a high school teenager. It had been all he could do to refrain from stripping and having intercourse with him right there before the altar and the congregation.

He had never thought about having sex with someone of his own gender before he'd met Jonah and although he'd been tempted, he'd refrained from looking up any information on the Internet, feeling that what he'd find would be vulgar and would sully the beautiful feelings he was having for Jonah. So, other than the basics, like undressing and kissing and caressing, which he figured had to be the same regardless of the sex of the partners, Preceptor David De Silva really did not have much of a clue what to do. Fortunately, Preceptor Jonah Winthrop did, and he was just as eager as his partner to show his love and to celebrate their marriage in that ultimate act of love. Unlike his partner, he hadn't needed the extra nudge the day they had first met. He knew innately the moment their eyes met that they were meant for each other. Nor had he needed the enhancement of his feelings at the altar as they'd said their vows. His little dicklet was stiff and aching with desire, as was his asshole, to the point where he could barely keep still as his father performed the ceremony.

Now he no longer needed to hold back. He eagerly unbuttoned the shirt of his partner and removed it, and delighted in running his fingers through his partner's thick mat of hair and over his firm, broad chest. He fondled his nipples, delighting in feeling them grow firm, as did his own as David followed his lead and caressed his smooth, soft chest and fiddled with his little nipples. As he pulled down David's zipper and slipped his hand inside his fly, he was delighted to feel the firm, throbbing flesh in his underwear, the knowledge that David was as turned on and as eager as he was to mess around making him feel all the randier and all the more in love with the man.

David could not believe how hot he was feeling as Jonah slipped his hand inside his fly and his slender, hot fingers wrapped about his swollen, aching cock from outside his boxers. Again, following Jonah's lead, he pulled down the fly of his young partner and slipped his fingers inside the opening, and he was surprised and delighted to feel the slender, stiff little pricklet inside the boy's cotton briefs, surprised that an eight-year-old boy would be capable of having an erection, and delighted that he was and that he was evidently just as turned on by the prospect of having sex as he was, proof of the claims by nambla and the fuc that sexuality knows no age.

The embarrassment and awkwardness of their underwear becoming caught up on their protruding erections as they pulled down each other's trousers and underwear, and of their trousers and underwear becoming tangled about their ankles, reflected the excitement and novelty of the two lovers making love to each other for the first time. Like all lovers throughout time, they managed, and once naked, the two embraced and caressed and kissed. It was only the second kiss they had ever shared, and this one was desperate and passionate unlike the tender kiss of love in the church the first time their lips had met. Inhaling and exhaling deeply in their excitement and their heart rate doubling, they kissed over and over again, grasping and clutching at each other anxiously, their hot breaths blowing in each other's face and down each other's throat. David squeezed and kneaded Jonah's soft, compact little bottom as he drew the boy to him, and Jonah eagerly massaged his lover's broad, hairy ass and ran his pointer finger along the man's sweaty ass crack. Pressing his smooth, slim body against his lover's, his little dicklet pressed hotly against the man's huge, pendulous hairy ball sac and the man's long, thick cock pressed hotly and firmly against his smooth stomach.

Inserting his tongue into David's mouth, Jonah felt his beloved's thick cock squeezed between their stomachs jerk and throb and as David followed his lead again and French kissed him, the desire in his loins ached painfully. Drooling his spittle over his middle finger, Jonah reached between his beloved's legs and slipped his rigid digit up his virgin asshole and goosed him, causing David to groan with the unique and totally unexpected pleasure. Jonah slipped his slender fingers about David's thick, throbbing cock and gently caressed it, stroking it from knob to base, and David slipped his fingers about Jonah's slender little dicklet and gently stroked it, slowly pulling back his silky foreskin and revealing his cherry red knob and then gently pushing the skin back over it. Jonah cupped David's large, sweating, pendulous balls and rolled the sensitive eggs in their hairy sack, and David cupped Jonah's tiny, hairless nuts and gently caressed them. He'd never jerked himself off much less jerked off someone else, and certainly nobody had ever stroked his cock. The two of them quickly reached that peak of ecstasy and it was only with the greatest of will power that they refrained from bringing each other off.

Jonah eased David onto his back and then straddling him so they were facing each other, Jonah reached behind him and grasping David's thick, aching pole, he positioned it against his rectum and slowly began to sink down on it. Ever so slowly the pre-cum slick knob stretched open the eight-year-old's sphincter until it popped inside his hot, dank hole. Ever so slowly Jonah continued to sink down, impaling himself on his beloved's thick, rigid pole until Jonah's coarse, curly hairs were pressing against his smooth, pink bottom. Flexing his legs, he slowly rose, causing David's cock to slowly ease back out of his body. Thrills of stimulation prickled through his anus and caused David's swollen member to ache with the unique combination of pain and pleasure. Sinking back down on his swollen cock and then gripping it with his sphincter and slowly rising again, Jonah rode his beloved. Slowly the pressure developed in their loins, a pressure totally new to David, the man having worked off his sexual desires and energy through exercise and meditation until this day. He marvelled at the powerful pleasure throbbing between his legs and how swollen his benumbed cock felt. He felt a sudden twang deep in his groin and his loins went weak as a burning sensation ripped up the core of his cock and the twenty-six-year-old virgin erupted for the first time, his swollen, throbbing cock buried deep up his beloved's hot, moist rectum, his swollen nuts constricted and spurting out his seed for the first time in his life. He gasped and groaned with the delightful pleasure as he filled his eight-year-old lover's asshole with his hot, thick semen.

Leaning over, Jonah kissed his hot, sweating beloved, the man's swollen cock still up his ass. He pressed his slender, smooth chest against David's hairy, solid pecs and lay there quietly, enjoying the unique pleasure of having his beloved's cock throbbing inside his body and his seed spurting deep up his rectum. His thin chest rising and falling with the exertion and pleasure pulsating through his slender body, he finally raised his body and slipped off his beloved's still stiff rod. Eagerly rolling the man over, he knelt between his hairy, outspread legs, and leaning over his prostate body, he thrust his hips forward, penetrating his beloved's virgin hole with his little dicky. For the first time in his life young Jonah experienced the pleasure of having his stiff little cocklet surrounded by hot, moist ass flesh and he quivered with delight. He pushed his dicky in as far as he could and then slowly drew his hips back, drawing his stiff little cocklet back out. He closed his eyes with the pleasure throbbing through his swollen dink as drove it back up his twenty-six-year-old lover's hot, moist asshole, beginning that dance known throughout the world but being experienced by him as the active participant for his very first time.

David instinctively constricted his anus as he felt his beloved's little dicklet easing out of his hole and then relaxed as he felt it sink back up his virgin ass. Still flushed with the pleasure of fucking Jonah's tender ass, he knew the pleasure the eight-year-old was feeling and he sighed not just with the unique pleasure of having his virgin asshole fucked, but also with the knowledge of the pleasure he was bringing his beloved. When Jonah grasped his naked, sweating body and lunged forward and trembled violently, David knew the pleasure the boy was feeling, and was delighted to have brought him that ultimate pleasure that a lover can bring another. The two of them inhaled deeply and the heady fragrance of man and boy sweat and fresh cum made their heads spin. This was how love was meant to be.

Chapter Seventy-One

Concluding chapter XV

Cory arrived back at the Estate just as Stewart Millburne, his vice-principal at Lincoln Junior High, his son Mark, Calvin Cosher, the Chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys Board of Trustees, and his son Caitlin pulled up. The two preteen boys were too young to try to hide their awe at the stretch limo, and the way the driver got out and opened the door for its occupant, fourteen-year-old Cory Wilson. Sangha had been told ahead of time to put on an act and knowing the snobbish attitude and racial prejudices of the two men watching he did so with a flourish. Dismissing his chauffer and telling him he had the rest of the day off as he wouldn't be going out again, Cory smiled at the looks on the faces of the two boys, and even more so at the looks on the faces of the two adults. They hated Julius Gilles and they hated his success even more. That they thought Cory was a pampered, arrogant little snot was evident from the look in their eyes, as was their envy.

Their arrival at the same time was not by coincidence. It had been Cory who had told Gamal to phone the two men and tell them Julius wanted to see them at four, and knowing the habits and attitudes of the two men, he knew they'd arrive exactly on time but not a minute before so he'd timed his arrival accordingly. Both were arrogant snots themselves. Millburne thought he was a big shit being a vice-principal. He treated teachers as subordinates and derived great pleasure from the way they sucked up to him, and he treated students as if they were ignorant and inherently bad and took particular delight in punishing them. Cosher was even worse. He looked down at anyone in the public school system. To him Millburne was scum and unfit to share the same air as he did, which put someone like Julius Gilles and Cory so far beneath him that they didn't deserve to share the same planet. That Cory had a chauffer and lived in luxury they could only dream of having he knew galled the two men, and he purposefully flaunted his position and wealth to annoy them. He had little use for pompous assholes such as the two of them and had a wicked Sunday afternoon planned for them, the other reason for his smile.

Of course he preceded them into the house where he was greeted with just as much deference by their butler, Gamal ben Marduk, who'd also been prepped by Cory and made the two adults wait until he'd seen to the needs of the 'young master' of the house. "Master Gilles has been delayed," he finally informed them. The two men glanced at each other in surprise, and with annoyance. The call they'd received from Gamal supposedly on Julius's orders had been a summons to his home with particular emphasis to be there at precisely four p.m. That he'd made such a point of being there on time and then was late himself was the height of arrogance. Why he'd invited, or rather, ordered them to come to his residence along with their two sons had not been explained but considering the perverted hour they'd spent there last Friday they had a pretty good idea. From what he knew about the two of them prior to that meeting and from what they'd done on Friday, they really hadn't had a choice regarding the summons.

"He has asked that I show you to the French Salon and inform you to make yourselves at home. He hopes to be back by six."

"He hopes?" exploded Stewart Gilles.

"By six!" snapped Calvin Cosher. "We'll come back then," he said angrily. "Come Caitlin."

"He said for you to wait for him in the French Salon," Gamal said firmly and pointedly.

Calvin glanced at Stewart and his face grew even redder with anger. It was bad enough to be ordered around by Gilles like some servant, but by way of this Arab was added insult. "Well, I suppose, since we've driven all the way out here." It was a lame rationalization, but he had to have some reason to stay besides the fact Julius Gilles had said so. Stewart Millburne knew it was an excuse, but he too had to save face in front of his son and this camel jockey and quickly agreed.

The French Salon was Antoinette's favourite room and it reflected her flamboyant tastes and her newfound wealth, the room opening onto the French Courtyard with the geometric designs typical of French landscaping and the room featuring Louis XIV furniture and the furnishings, art and tapestries from that period, all of it originals. One of the reasons Cory had told Gamal to tell them Julius wanted them to wait there was because he knew the ostentatious display of wealth would only further irritate the two men.

"Is Anthony here?" asked Mark hopefully, both he and Caitlin having readily joined their fathers when told they wanted them to join them in anticipation of a repeat of the exciting time they'd had there on Friday.

"I'm afraid young Anthony has returned to his home," Gamal replied. He was not the only one to notice the look of disappointment on the faces of the two youngsters though unlike the boys' fathers he did have some inkling as to why they might have inquired about the young master. Anthony had spent much of the weekend with young Benji and when they weren't messing around with the dogs down at the kennels they were messing around with each other in the guest room where Benji was staying or in one of the many gardens on the estate. Benji's father had stopped by to pick up his son and take him home less than an hour ago, and with his two best friends, Cory and Terry, gone, there was little reason for the fifteen-year-old to stick around. Besides, just as he was about to leave Terry arrived with Mrs Marshall, with whom Terry had spent the weekend, and she offered to drive the two boys home. Gamal observed that she was looking especially chipper considering her age while the two teenage boys looked like they had not slept all weekend, which of course they had not. Needless to say the two spent boys welcomed the ride home rather than having to ride their bikes, though Anthony was worried about having to ride home in the back seat with Lad while Terry rode in the front with Mrs Marshall.

Disappointed, the two young boys slumped down in two of the large salon chairs while their fathers sat in the other two and looked about the room with growing annoyance at being made to wait and with the arrogant display of wealth in that one room alone. They could not help but recall the lavishness of Julius's study where they'd met the man on Friday and especially the large and expensive desk that made theirs look like crates in comparison. And, of course, they could not help but recall the perversion that they'd been blackmailed and tricked into performing by the fat pervert. As their sons squirmed and fidgeted more and more, the two youngsters bored out of their minds, Stewart and Calvin became more and more irritated. Stewart slowly rubbed his right jawbone from his ear to the angle of his jaw with his index finger in exasperation as Calvin nervously tented the tips of his fingers, the anger and frustration of the two men doubling by the minute.

Stewart looked over at the painting the two boys kept glancing at. "Why do you two boys keep looking at that painting?" he finally asked, finding nothing of any significance that would draw the attention of two young boys.

"Last time we were here there was a huge TV screen there," Mark responded. The two boys could not help but think about the exciting discoveries they'd made in this room on Friday with Anthony, and the revelations regarding the language and interests of their dads by way of the television.

Just then Cory entered with a platter of pastries. "I thought you might like something to snack on while you're waiting," he said. The eyes of the two boys widened with delight as they recalled the awesome baking they'd sampled last time. At least the day wouldn't be a total loss. Cory of course had stripped upon arriving home as had become his habit and was stark naked. The two boys could not help glancing at his crotch, and being well endowed for his age, Stewart and Calvin could not help glancing either, though not as openly and with envy, disgust and embarrassment rather than curiosity and arousal like their two sons. The fourteen-year-old purposefully bent over and flashed his naked butt at the guests as he placed the platter on the table and he smiled as he caught the reflections of amusement and arousal in the eyes of the two boys and the look of annoyance and anger in the eyes of the two men.

"So, why you meeting with Julius?" Cory asked innocently as he sat down and helped himself to one of the pastries and motioned for the boys to help themselves. The two youngsters immediately got up and joined him.

"He asked us to come," Stewart replied after a moment, having been tempted to reprimand the boy for referring to an adult by his first name and telling him it was none of his business but deciding not knowing what the boy might tell Julius it was better he keep his mouth shut. Cory Wilson had always been a daring and brash student, always testing the rules and pushing the boundaries, never in serious trouble but far from the ideal student, at least the ideal student in his eyes. He found it embarrassing sitting there with one of his students stark naked.

"Oh, one of those meetings," Cory said with a knowing look in his eyes and his tone hinting that he knew about the secret perversions of Julius Gilles. Knowing Cory's personality, that did not come as a great surprise to Stewart Millburne. Neither he nor Calvin Cosher were clear as to just why he was living with the Gilles family.

"Fuck," he said as a bit of custard slipped off the tart he was eating and fell splat on his dick. The two preteen boys repressed their giggles poorly as they glanced at each other, and then at their fathers, expecting their fathers to reprimand them for laughing as they always did even if something was funny, and expecting them to really reprimand Cory for swearing. To their surprise, their fathers did neither, though both were exercising great effort to remain silent. "That's one of the disadvantages of being a nudist," he said with a grin as he looked down at the blob of lemon custard. "Or one of the advantages," he continued with a twinkle in his eyes as he flipped up the blob with his index finger and popped it in his mouth. The boys could not help but giggle this time, and their fathers glared at them with disapproval. Pretending not to notice, Cory wiped off the remaining smear on his dick with his index finger and popped it in his mouth and sucked on it, broadcasting at the same time the image of his partially aroused dick being sucked and how good it felt getting sucked, and how good it felt sucking cock. "You should try one of these lemon tarts," he suggested to the two adults. "They're awesome."

The two adults declined, not wanting to be beholding to the Gilles family for anything, not even a lemon tart. Cory studied the platter as if trying to decide which pastry he should try next, at the same time pinging his thoughts and probing the minds of the two young, innocent boys stuffing themselves with the rich pastries and the two men looking disapprovingly but afraid to say anything in case it might offend Cory or that he might tell Julius and it would offend him. Mark and Caitlin thought about the dick fun they'd had with Anthony and how good it had felt and wondered if Cory knew about dick stuff and wondered how they could find out and how they could let him know they liked it if he wanted to fool around with them. Two hours was a long time to just sit there. Stewart and Calvin thought about what they'd done with Julius and how good it had felt despite being filthy and immoral, and although disgusted and incensed having been blackmailed into having sex with him, they felt themselves becoming aroused. The more that the two preteen boys thought about their experiences on Friday the hornier they began to feel and the more desperate they became to do something to satisfy the itch between their legs. The more that their fathers tried to push their thoughts from their minds the more they focussed on them and the hornier they were becoming, and the harder they fought to disregard those feelings, the more they ached to satisfy the desire swelling in their groins. Two hours was going to be impossible to wait.

The four of them thought about Cory and his nakedness. They thought about Gamal and his buff build and what was poorly hidden behind his skimpy, silk thong. Mark and Caitlin thought about what they'd seen their fathers doing and Mark thought about Anthony's comment about how he could fuck Anthony so he could see how it was done incase his father wanted him to fuck him, and Caitlin thought about Anthony's comment that he'd suck his dicky so he could see why his father wanted to get his dicky sucked. Stewart thought about how good it had felt having Goosey's hard, thick cock up his rectum, and Calvin thought about how good it had felt to have Stewart giving him a blow job. Mark and Caitlin thought about the blob of lemon filling falling on Cory's thing and how much fun it would have been to lick it off, and about sticking their dickies in the tarts and having each other lick them off, or having their dads lick them, and they giggled as they thought about how many tarts it would take to coat their dads' big dicks but how much fun it would be to lick them. The image of Cory's teenage cock with the dollop of lemon filling kept returning to Stewart and Calvin's minds, and they wondered what it would have been like to have licked it off and what would have happened if they had, and what it would be like to lick their young son's little dicklets, and to have their sons lick dollops of whipped cream and chocolate off their pricks, and though they found the thoughts disgusting and filthy, they also found them erotic and their minds kept coming back to them.

"Well, I got things to do," Cory said, picking up another chocolate and whipped cream tart and seemingly absentmindedly fiddling with his dick as he stood. "By the way, if you want to mess around while you're waiting, there's a tube of KY in the top drawer of the cabinet. I'm sure Julius won't mind if you get started without him." He made the statement as a matter-of-fact as if it was something he said to all of Julius's guests, and he also said it with a knowing, suggestive leer.

Even with Cory gone the thoughts kept coming back, just as strong, just as persistently, but now on their own accord instead of from him. Having planted the seeds of desire and what might be, he left things now up to nature, knowing enough about sex and men and boys to be confident he was no longer needed. Heading straight to his room, he flicked the television on and switched it over to the in-house network, and clicked on channel eight. He was not surprised to discover that he'd been right, and that the action was already about to begin.

"You and Caitlin's dad can mess around if you want," Mark offered. "I don't mind."

"Me neither," agreed Caitlin immediately.

"Mess around?" Stewart asked, wondering what his young son thought that meant.

"Yeah, like if you want him to fuck your bum, or something."

Stewart's jaw dropped in surprise. Where did his son ever hear words like that, and where would he get such an idea, and why suggest that particular act of all things?

"Or if you want Mark's dad to suck your dicky like last time," Caitlin offered.

Both men stared at the eight-year-old. "Like last time?" Calvin asked, fearing the answer but needing to know.

"On Friday."

"How do you know what we did last Friday?"

"We seen you."

"On the television."

"That was over there," Caitlin said, pointing at the picture.

The two men got up and examined the de Boulogne painting, quickly discovering that it was hinged and concealed a fifty-two-inch screen behind it. They turned it on, but of course not knowing how to switch it to the in-house network, all they found were the usual television programs, and the two boys had no idea what channel they had been watching.

"Just what did you boys see?" Stewart asked his son.

"You and Caitlin's dad, and that fat man that used to teach at Lincoln Junior High, the one with the black skull and hair cut in a red cross," Mark replied. "Doing stuff," he added uncomfortably, staring down at his runners and shuffling them. Already at age nine he'd learned to be ashamed talking about sex. Although the three of them looked like they were enjoying it, and Anthony had said that they were and that their dads would like it if they did that stuff to them, what they were doing was playing with each other's dicks, and his dad had said that was dirty and that good boys didn't do.

"With your dickies," Caitlin offered in support, like most eight-year-olds finding any mention of sex, especially by an adult, a giggling matter.

"That's enough," his father said abruptly. Caitlin knew his father didn't like him talking bout that stuff, but they were doing it, and Anthony had said his father liked it, and he sure looked like he was, so it didn't make sense not talking about it, though a lot of things adults said and did didn't make sense and often what they said and did were two different things.

The two men glanced at each other. That pervert Gilles had to have his office rigged with a cam recorder and the son-of-a-bitch had to have had it fed into this monitor where he'd purposefully sent their sons. Or had it been Cory Wilson who'd suggested they go to the French Salon? They couldn't remember. It didn't matter. If it had been the boy then Gilles had to have put him up to it. Their blood pressure began to build as their anger flared up. He would pay for this. He would pay dearly.

"Anthony said you were having fun."

"Who is this Anthony?"

The boys glanced at each other and then at Calvin Cosher and shrugged. "A boy that was here, in this room."

"Not the one that was just here?"

The boys shook their heads in the negative.

"How old was he?"

"Bout the same as the boy that was here now."

"And he watched us on the television also?" The boys nodded in the affirmative. "And what else did he say?"

"That what you were doing was okay, and that you'd like to do what you were doing with us." Both men's eyes widened with that comment.

"What you were doing wasn't bad, was it?" Caitlin asked his father.

Calvin looked at Stewart, uncertain what to say. If he said it was bad, then the next obvious question would be why they were doing something bad. How do you explain to your son that you were being blackmailed, and what do you say when he asks about what? How do you explain to your son that his dad, his hero, his protector, was forced to do filthy, perverted things because of something else he'd done that he didn't want others to know about? "No, it wasn't bad exactly," Calvin responded, deciding that was an easier route. "It was just, well, something private. Something very, very private."

"But you did make each other feel good?" Caitlin asked, seeking confirmation.

"Well, yes, in a way." Calvin could not lie that having his cock sucked hadn't felt good, and it wouldn't make sense to tell his son that they'd engaged in something that didn't make them feel good, even though it had been a mixed bag. He could not deny it had been physically good, but it had also been embarrassing and demeaning though he could not explain to his son that what he'd done had been filthy and humiliating even though it was.

"You want me to suck your dicky for you?" Caitlin asked. "I know how good it feels."

"You know?" Calvin asked, his heart speeding up still further. "How?" He was sure he was not going to like the answer but he had to know.

"Anthony did it to me," Caitlin replied. "So I could see why you wanted Mark's dad to do it to you, and so I could see how good it felt so I could do it to you."

Calvin Cosher's heart sank as he tried to come to terms with what he'd heard, his mind awhirl as he tried to figure out what he should say or do. His young, innocent son had been molested, right here, in this very room! But what had been done to him was the same as what Stewart Millburne had done to him. The difference was his son was too young to have given consent, and he himself had not-well, in a way he had agreed, but under duress. Another difference was that his son had enjoyed it whereas he had not-well, not fully.

Stewart meanwhile looked at his son. He wasn't sure exactly how to put his question into words, but it didn't matter. Mark knew what he was wondering. "I fucked Anthony's bum, and I made him squirm and wiggle with pleasure just like that man made you," he said with a sense of pride and accomplishment. "I can show you," he said, eager to show his dad his skill and eager to bring pleasure to his dad.

"And I can suck your dicky and make you feel good just like Mark's dad did," Caitlin offered, just as eager as Mark to make his dad feel good.

At a loss for words, the two men stared at their sons blankly. How do you explain to your son that although what he'd done and what he'd seen you do felt good, what he'd done and what he'd seen you do was wrong? How do you explain that though it did feel good physically, it was filthy and wrong, and sons and fathers certainly didn't do those things with each other? How do you tell your son what he'd done was perverted without making him feel ashamed and guilty, and how do you explain that though it was perverted he'd seen his father do it, and apparently enjoy it?

Stewart and Calvin could not deny they had found it physically enjoyable, and they did not doubt their young sons had found it physically enjoyable too. Actually when you thought about it, it made sense for sons to bring their fathers pleasure, and vice versa. That was love, and sex was the ultimate demonstration of the love between two people. Was that not what they'd told their dates when they were teenagers, and was that not what husbands and wives did? Actually the idea of a father doing it with his son was erotic when you thought about it. It would be novel and exciting for them and it would be like it had been for them when they were teenagers, the novelty and excitement having worn off after years of marriage and thousands of rolls in the sack with their wives. Besides, they'd be able to do things their wives would never do with them. They felt their cocks twitch with that thought. They could not believe they were beginning to get aroused, but when you get over the embarrassment at having your son know what you've done, and your guilt feelings and your feelings of perversion about sex between members of the same sex and between generations, the idea of having sex with your young, innocent son was erotic and tempting, damn tempting.

Cory smiled as he watched the looks of confusion and frustration on the faces of the two adults as they struggled with the thoughts he'd implanted, thoughts that were contrary to everything they'd ever been taught and everything they believed about what was right and moral, and yet were logical extensions of other things they knew and believed about the love between fathers and sons, about the pleasure of sex, and about their superiority over others and over the law.

"Or is fucking and stuff one of those things that are good for adults but not for kids?" Mark asked with a hint of bitterness in his voice. He was only nine but he'd learned there were things adults said and things that they did and that life was not always fair.

"No, it isn't," Stewart replied. Sex was good and it was good for everyone. He didn't care what the church or the courts or society said. Their opinions changed with the times and were different for the powerful than they were for the common folk. He didn't care what others thought. He knew Calvin Cosher's real opinion about him. Well, screw him. This was his son. He would not lie to him. "Where did you and this Anthony go to have sex?"

"We did it right here," Mark replied. "He pulled up those chairs in a row and lay on his back on them."

Stewart began to line up the chairs. "You'll have to show me how exactly."

Mark grinned from ear to ear as he helped his father line up the salon chairs. "You'll have to take your clothes off," he advised, looking up at his father. "All of them."

"And what about you? Did you have your clothes off too?" Stewart asked as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Mark nodded excitedly as he began to unbutton his shirt also. He was about to do what he'd thought about doing ever since he'd learned about bum fucking and that his dad liked getting it done to him. He was eager to show his dad what he'd learned, and to bring him the pleasure that he'd brought Anthony and that the weird looking fat man had brought his father.

Calvin Cosher, already bewildered by their previous conversation and now even more so by Stewart Millburne's unexpected response stared at the two as they began to disrobe. He had figured last Friday that the man was a sicko perv from the way he'd eagerly sucked his cock, and now there was no doubt. He glanced over at his young son ready to shield him from this depravity and saw the look of hope in his eyes. That look turned to one of disappointment and sadness as the boy saw in his own eyes his disgust and that he was not going to "mess around" as the boys had put it. Well, he was no pervert, and he certainly was not the type of parent to give in to his son's wishes. It was just like Millburne to spoil his son and let him have his way. That was the problem with parents today. They let their children run their lives instead of standing up to them and standing up for what was right.

Having removed their shirts, Stewart and his son pulled down their flies and dropped their pants, the two of them eager to begin. Calvin again glanced again at Caitlin. The boy was almost in tears. Colin struggled with his compassion and love for his son and what was right. He glanced again at Stewart Millburne and his son as they stepped out of their pants and began to push down their underwear. Well, the bastard was not going to show him up in front of his son. He would not be made to look like the bad guy, not by the likes of Stewart Millburne. He would show him. They would show him. No matter what they did, the Coshers did it with finesse. There would be time later for talking, for explaining to Caitlin about love and sex and what was right and what was wrong.

"So what exactly did you and this Anthony do?" he asked as he turned to his son and began to untie his tie, having noticed how delighted Stewart's son had been when he'd been asked and how eager he'd been to tell his dad. As his son's face lit up he knew he had made the right decision. Already he was starting to feel good, and from the smile on his son's face and delight in his eyes, so was he.

Stepping out of his boxers, Stewart Millburne lay down on the three salon chairs as Anthony had, even throwing a leg over the back of one and spreading his legs apart and resting the heel of his other foot on the coffee table as Mark instructed. As Mark stepped up to him, he was about to spit on his index finger when he remembered Cory's comment. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that Jello stuff," he observed, quickly stepping over to the cabinet. Finding the tube of KY, he stepped back to his father. Squeezing out a dollop on his index finger, he spread apart his father's hairy ass cheeks with his other hand and smeared the lubricant over his exposed pucker as he'd seen Julius Gilles do. Squeezing out more on the tip of his index finger, he slowly inserted the tip in his father's asshole and then slowly eased his finger up his rectum again as he'd seen Julius Gilles doing and as Anthony had instructed him to do to him but with his spittle for lube. His father's rectum was as warm and moist as Anthony's had been and Mark's little dicklet began to swell with the memory of how it had felt to have his dickey inside, and in anticipation of the same feelings when he porked his dad. Stewart Millburne could not believe he was lying there on his back as his nine-year-old son stood there slipping his finger up his ass. Nor could he believe it was giving him an erection.

That the pervert was getting turned on having his son sticking his finger up his asshole didn't surprise Calvin Cosher as he stepped out of his boxers. He turned and watched his young son step out of his white briefs. He'd not seen his boy naked since he'd stopped wearing diapers and he checked him out with a father's curiosity. He was proud to see his boy had a nice size little dick for his age.

"Well, Anthony was lying on his back like Mister Millburne is, and he turned his head sortta sideways and slipped his lips over my dicky, sort of like Mister Millburne did to you on Friday," Caitlin replied openly and innocently. "Then he sucked on it while he rubbed it up and down with his lips. Like this."

Dropping to his knees, Caitlin reached up and took his father's limp dick in his hand and raising it, he opened his mouth wide and slipped his lips over the knob. Clamping down his lips, he slid them down the length of his shaft to his hairs and then slid them back, gently sucking on the soft sausage at the same time. He had wondered what a guy's dicky tasted like ever since he'd seen his father getting his sucked and he'd had his done, and he knew now why Mister Millburne and Anthony had done it so willingly. It didn't taste bad at all, not like he'd imagined it would be like. Actually, it tasted sort of good, like a, well, like a wiener kind of, and it had sort of a funny but good smell. To his delight, his father's dicky began to get hard, which he knew meant his father was liking it. Eager to show Stewart Millburne just how skilful his son was and how hot he was getting him, Calvin Cosher concentrated on the pleasure each time his son's lips passed over the sensitive rim of his glans and on the perverseness of having his eight-year-old son on his knees sucking his cock to speed up his erection.

As he lay there getting his ass fucked by his young son, Stewart could not help but notice Calvin Cosher getting stiff. That did not surprise him having discovered what a pervert the man was last Friday. From the way his son had gone down on his cock the boy was clearly a little pervert himself, and he wouldn't be a bit surprised this was not the first time the boy had given his father head. He was going at it far too familiarly and eagerly for this to be his first time.

Cory smiled as he switched over to channel four of the in-house network, the link to the live cam in Julius's study. He was sitting there in his large leather chair with his eyes glued to the television as he slowly stroked his stiff cock. He'd thought Friday's revenge on Millburne and Cosher had been great, but what he was seeing was even better, and it was especially delightful after the ordeal he'd gone through yesterday. After a half dozen showers he had still smelled like goat and no matter how many times he had rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash and had brushed his teeth, each time he had burped, which was something like every fifteen minutes, he could taste goat cock and cum all over again. He had finally gone to bed but had spent a sleepless night worrying about what he'd done and what sort of sick pervert he had become. He worried even more about what would happen if the two boys who'd joined him and Benji told their parents, which would be unlikely considering what they'd done themselves but then who could tell with teenagers, especially with all the pressures on them telling them what was right and what was not, something which he was beginning to wonder if he knew, or if what they had done was found out which would be more likely if they smelled anywhere nearly as bad as he did. Most of all, he worried about what his young nephew might tell his aunt or his father about the farm and what they'd done. You never could tell what a youngster his age might blurt out.

Totally exhausted, he'd wandered about the estate this morning, too tired to do anything but too worried to sleep. He'd gone to talk to Benji, to remind him the things they did when he visited were special and were secrets, but the boy was sleeping and in that he and Anthony were curled up together in the guest bed Julius could only surmise that the two had spent the night together, and he could image doing what. He was totally correct. They did not get up until noon, and after a lunch like they'd never eaten before, the two of them headed over to the kennels to say goodbye to the dogs. Julius followed, hoping to talk to both of them, and figuring doing so around the dogs would be a good way to bring up what they'd done yesterday. That was a mistake. An hour later, smelling like dog and his mouth tasting of dog cock and his asshole filled with dog cum, he'd returned to the house even more exhausted and in need of another shower. Before he'd had a chance to have a serious talk with Benji his father arrived. Having his brother, who he knew had always thought of him as a loser and looked down on him, now fawning over him and sucking up to him because he had money at least helped to lighten his spirits though it did not eliminate his worries.

Then Cory's other friend, Terry, had arrived, and he and Anthony had taken off with Mrs Mitchell. It had been shortly after that, that Cory had returned from wherever he'd gone last night and informed him that he'd had Gamal phone Stewart Millburne and Calvin Cosher and tell them that Julius wanted to meet with them at four and that they were waiting in the French Salon. The last thing he wanted to do was meet with the two of them in the state he was in and he was about to tell Cory so but before he could do so Cory told him that he'd done it as a favour to him because he knew how he disliked them and they needed to be taught a lesson about how to treat others, and that the plan was to keep them waiting around for him for two hours and then send them home without ever meeting with him. He was surprised but he had to appreciate the boy's efforts on his behalf and his way of thinking. Considering the way they looked down their noses at him and had treated him in the past, he welcomed every opportunity to enact his revenge on them. So he'd gone to his study to stay out of sight and to do some of the endless government paperwork that was required as a school principal of a special private school, but he was too tired to focus, and besides, he kept thinking about Friday and the revenge he'd taken out on the two men there in his study.

An hour later Cory had come by and told him that he'd routed the security cameras in the French Salon to the television in his office and that he'd be amused to see what his two guests were doing while they were waiting for him to supposedly show up. Turning on the TV, Cory punched several buttons on the remote and there on the screen was the French Salon, and Millburne and Cosher and their two sons were stripping. What Cory had punched in and how he'd managed to connect the security cameras to his television Julius had no idea. He hadn't even known they had security cameras in the Salon, though it made sense considering the valuable art and antiques Antoinette had collected for the room. As he watched the two men prepare to have sex with their sons Cory was right, he was amused, but when he'd turned to tell him the boy had left and closed the door behind him. Turning back to the computer monitor and watching Millburne lie down on the salon chairs and his young son lube up his asshole and stick his finger up his asshole, he felt himself becoming aroused. Evidently the two men had gotten so turned on last Friday they'd come expecting a repeat performance, and when they found out he was going to be late, they couldn't wait and had turned to their sons! And from Cosher's son's comment about Millburne having sucked him on Friday, evidently the man had told his boy what had happened! Now what sort of pervert would do that?

Julius was so absorbed in his thoughts and in what was going on in the French Salon he didn't notice the door to his study slowly and quietly open. In fact he was so absorbed he didn't even notice there was someone else in the room until he was standing right beside him.

"Cory wasn't kidding. They're really getting it on," François observed, his eyes on the action on the television screen.

"Ah, yes," Julius responded, not knowing what else to say. As François's eyes dropped to his lap, Julius began to turn a bright red at having his ten-year-old son discovering him jacking off.

"You want me to take care of that?"

Julius hesitated all of ten seconds. Why not? It wasn't as if he and François hadn't had sex with each other before, and he'd suspected for some time now that his youngest son was a full-fledged little faggot. Besides, why should they deny themselves when Cosher and Millburne were getting it on with their sons. "Sure."

Dropping to his knees, François reached over and replaced his father's hand with his own and began to stroke his father's long, fat cock and the two of them turned their attention back to the television screen. Young Mark Millburne had his slender little dicklet up his father's ass and was fucking him like a little jack rabbit and Caitlin Cosher was sucking his father's cock and working his lips up and down the shaft like a little pro. Lying on his back with his legs raised, Stewart Millburne had thrown his head back in ecstasy, the look on his face and his stiff, wagging cock leaving no doubt he was enjoying being fucked by his nine-year-old son. Calvin Cosher, determined to bring his son as much pleasure as Stewart Millburne was bringing his, had dropped to the expensive Savonnerie pile carpet, a seventeenth century original, and assumed a sixty-nine position with his young son. As Caitlin deep-throated his thick cock, he slipped his lips about his boy's slender, velvety dicklet and sucked eagerly and hungrily on the eight-year-old's stiff little weenie, and from the way the youngster squirmed and wiggled his little ass it was evident he was delighted.

François popped a boner immediately. Not wanting to miss the action on the screen but unable to resist, François turned his attention back to his father's cock and opening his mouth he slipped his lips over his father's swollen organ. Julius groaned and tensed with the pleasure as his young son went all the way down on him, the boy well-experienced at sucking cock and easily deep-throating him despite his size. Already highly aroused, he felt himself approaching that peak of ecstasy a minute later. As much as he wanted it, he didn't want to come off that soon and with a sigh of regret he reached out and stopped François. The boy looked up apprehensively, worried he'd done something wrong, and disappointed that his father had stopped him. He loved the taste of cock, and he loved bringing off guys, and he wanted to please his father.

"I don't want to cum until they have," Julius said heavily as he nodded toward the television screen.

François smiled with relief and understanding and turned his attention back to the TV. Having the boy sit in his lap, Julius wrapped one arm around his slender waist and reached down with the other hand and fiddled with his stiff little preteen cocklet, which despite his age, was already close to four inches [10 cm] long. François squirmed with the pleasure of having his swollen little cocklet stroked, and especially having it stroked by his father. Being the fourth youngest in the family, he'd often felt his parents and especially his father ignored him in favour of the others. Julian being the oldest and a good soccer player and excelling at school was his dad's favourite, even with his weird behaviour and acting and looking like a girl lately. Anton being bright and artistic was his mother's favourite and being bold and daring, especially this past year and a half, endeared him to his father who valued those traits in a boy. Annette was favoured because she was their first girl and Juliette was spoiled as she was the youngest in the family. He on the other hand didn't have anything going for him, but he was good at sex, and especially at pleasing others. Now he squirmed in his father's lap, rubbing his smooth little buttocks against his hot, stiff poker.

Unable to resist, Julius opened the drawer of his desk and took out the tube of KY he'd left there on Friday and generously lubing up his middle finger, he slipped it up his young son's eager ass and began goosing him. The boy was soon squirming and panting deeply with pleasure and with desire. Squeezing out another dollop into his right hand, Julius greased up his stiff, aching cock, Raising himself and perching on his father's stiff cock, François slowly began to lower himself on his father's greased pole. As he felt his father's knob stretching open his sphincter and then pop inside his rectum, he sighed with pleasure and quickly lowered himself further, impaling himself on his father's stiff, aching cock. He paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation and then slowly began to ride his father. Julius reached back around him to steady him and to grasp his stiff little dicklet so as the boy flexed his thighs and rose, Julius's fingers slid down the boy's cocklet, and as the boy sank back down on his stiff, aching cock his fingers slipped back up the boy's slender, pulsating cock.

Cory smiled at the sight of the naked father and son, both sporting bright red Maltese Cross haircuts, going at it, the slender ten-year-old eagerly riding the fat cock of his sweating, flabby father. Switching back to channel eight, he stroked his boner as he watched the other two fathers and sons getting it on with equal gusto. The soft, rounded contours of their compact and firm, darkly tanned bodies and their sharp tan lines, flat stomach, and hairless pubes contrasted sharply with the hairy, muscular, pink bodies of their fathers. Of even greater contrast were their walnut-sized balls in their loose sacks and little pink-white dicks, Caitlin's with a long foreskin past the knob and Mark's slightly longer and thicker with a looser foreskin and a glistening red glans, compared to the large hairy egg sacks and fat, thick cocks of their fathers. Mark's lips were slightly-parted showing his beautiful white teeth as he panted for breath as his father plowed his tight ass, his delightful, feathery eyelashes fluttering and his chocolate brown eyes reflecting his sexual pleasure. Beside them Caitlin sucked hungrily on his father's fat cock, his beautiful platinum blond hair sweeping over his eyes in thick curls, his almost white-blond eyelashes half closed with lust and his delightful pale blue eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Unaware of course that they were being taped and had an audience, their four guests were openly snorting and gasping for breath as they approached their orgasms, their naked bodies glistening with sweat. Stewart Millburne grunted like a stuffed pig as his nine-year-old son rapidly pumped his hips to and fro, ramming his stiff little three-inch pecker in and out of his father's hot, moist asshole, his smooth pubes bumping against his father's hairy, swollen balls and his own tiny, hairless little nuts swinging between his slender thighs. Stewart inhaled deeply as he felt himself at last reach that glorious peak. His stiff cock jerked wildly in the air as he erupted, spraying his heaving, hairy breasts and his naked son's smooth, slender chest with his hot, thick slime. Feeling his father's hot, slimy cum lacing his naked body and seeing it spatter his father's hairy chest in thick, slimy globs, young Mark trembled with his own orgasm, his stiff little cock throbbing up his father's hot, grasping rectum. The boy whimpered and tensed as his body was jerked about beyond his control with his dry orgasm, his body aching to come so badly it hurt with an amazing, awesome pleasure that was still so new and so wonderful.

Seconds later Calvin Cosher erupted, filling his young son's mouth with his thick baby-making slime. Spurt after spurt blasted out of his throbbing cock, filling his son's mouth so rapidly it overflowed and ran out of the corners of his lips and around his chin and down his neck to puddle on the expensive carpet. Calvin sucked hard on his son's stiff little cocklet barely as long and as thick as his thumb as he came and young Caitlin whimpered with delight as his own climax hit him. The boy jerked and thrashed about as if he'd stuck his dick in an electrical outlet, and that was how his swollen, aching dicky felt as he opened and closed his peehole in a desperate attempt to ejaculate what was not there. He swallowed his father's thick, tart slime and sucked on his swollen cock in a daze of delight and awe, the pleasure he was feeling magnified by the joy of knowing the pleasure he'd brought his father. Neither Calvin Cosher nor Stewart Millburne could deny that pleasure, and as they gasped for breath and inhaled the warm spunk-scented air their muddle minds were wracked with guilt and shame for what they'd just done.

As they watched the action on the television screen Julius and François orgasmed also, Julius thrusting his hips upward and driving his swollen cock up his young son's backside as he shot out his load, filling the boy's rectum with his slime as he felt the boy's slender cocklet throb with his dry orgasm between his thumb and index finger. Julius sighed with the pleasure of his own orgasm and with the knowledge he'd brought his young son off too, feeling even better than the night he'd rammed his cock up his wife's cunt and she had conceived the son he had just cornholed. François bounced on his father's stiff cock plugging his bumhole as the shards of his dry orgasm caused his body to jerk uncontrollably, his pleasure doubled with the knowledge his father's fat cock was filling him with the same juices as his father had pumped into his mother ten years ago to make him.

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