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TEACHER - PART SIXTY-THREE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Nick Dawson smiled at the look of humiliation on
Nicole Halder's cunt juice smeared face as her former
boyfriend and her kid brother made out in front of
her.  To have everyone know that her former boyfriend
was actually gay and that holding out on him had been
pointless as it was her kid brother's pants that he'd
wanted to get into, not hers, and that he'd used her
to do so had to be really embarrassing.  From what
Cory Wilson had told him it was so fitting considering
the way she'd treated her younger brother and the way
she'd kept giving Kenneth Ballard the hots for her but
then refusing to spread her legs.  He knew all about
girls giving guys a perpetual case of blue balls.
	He glanced over at Molly and Trang eagerly rimming
each other as if each other's asshole was the tastiest
thing there was.  Actually it was.  As they'd begun to
lick each other's asshole Cory had broadcast the idea
that imagining the most delicious thing they knew
would make what they were doing less repugnant.  Of
course the girls thought the idea their own, and
seized on it, eager for anything to stop their
stomachs from turning as they wormed their tongues in
each other's dank shit hole.  So at the moment Molly
was eagerly devouring a hot fudge sundae, and Trang
was savouring her mother's Cambodian hot chicken pot
pie.  Their actions only confirmed what everyone had
known for a year now, that though they flashed their
privates at guys, strangers and old skanky men, they
were really lovers.  Out of their classmates, only
Cory, Nick, and Ben Hanson knew that the girls were
really doing it under duress and actually found muff
diving as filthy and perverted as rimming.
	The two of them deserved it too as far as Nick was
concerned.  Molly Vickers had given him blue nuts for
more than a year, and for the last six months of that
year had added insult to injury by flashing her pussy
at her teachers and disgusting old men while refusing
to let him see it.  Now that had been embarrassing,
and frustrating.  He had been well aware of the
snickers and leers behind his back, his classmates
finding that his all so snooty girlfriend was actually
a slut funny.  Of course they also figured her being
such a slut that he had to be making it with her
regularly, a rumour he didn't correct though the fact
that he wasn't made the fact that he wasn't all the
more embarrassing.  That wasn't as embarrassing though
as the day he and his classmates had been invited over
to Callie Dean's whore house and he, and his
classmates, had overheard Molly telling Trang one of
his deepest and most personal secrets, that he jerked
off, and that he caught his stuff in his hand.
	The most embarrassing moment though had been when
she'd told Trang the deepest secret of them all, that
at the age of five he'd had sex with his uncle, and
had enjoyed it and had been disappointed when his
uncle had stopped.  Fortunately that revelation had
been after the Lincoln Junior High nerds had all left,
but unfortunately Cory Wilson had still been there,
and shortly after that Cory had begun prying for
details.  The next four months, the rest of that
school year, had really been rough for him, but summer
came and he went on to William Cleaver High in the
fall and at least he no longer saw every day, five
days a week, Molly or Cory or the rest of the guys
who'd been over at Callie Dean's.
	That didn't mean he forgot about the incident at
Callie Dean's house, having at that time still
believed his girlfriend was a lesbian and had been
using him to hide that fact, and horrified that she'd
callously revealed the secrets he'd shared with her. 
Nor could he forget that was the afternoon he'd lost
his virginity, joining in the gang bang and having
raped Trang in anger and revenge against Molly.  Nor
could he forget how Callie Dean had taken him into her
arms and comforted him and they'd had sex together,
him and a black madam old enough to be his mother, and
with her fifty-nine-year-old brother up his ass at the
same time!
	Cory had left the room but he suspected the little
pervert had watched them from the adjoining room
though Cory never did mention it when they did run
into each other, at the mall or at a football or
soccer game or wherever.  He did, however, bring up
the gang banging of the two girls and Molly telling
Trang the secret about his uncle.  At first Nick had
become angry, but he slowly realized that Cory was
bringing it up not because he was finding it
titillating, nor because he was putting him down,
though he knew a lot of guys would, especially those
he'd bullied to impress Molly to get into her panties,
which of course had never worked.  He slowly realized
Cory was concerned about him and wanted to help.  He'd
never bullied Cory and the girls had never teased him,
Cory not being a nerd nor a geek.  He wasn't exactly
in with the in crowd either, nor with the jocks.  So
the two of them had never had much to do with each
other, and they certainly had never been that close
for Cory to give a damn about how he was feeling.
	Cory had been persistent though and finally tired of
his questions, Nick had broken down and told him
everything.  His parents had often left him with his
uncle when they wanted a night out, his uncle being
eager to do so and they not having to pay for a
babysitter.  His uncle had played cars and trucks and
built Lego castles with him whenever he visited and
was more like a big brother than an uncle.  Then one
day shortly after he'd turned five, his uncle had
introduced him to sex.  They'd been playing cars and
trucks and he'd slipped his hand inside his shorts and
begun fiddling with himself as five-year-olds often
do, when he noticed his uncle looking at him and it
dawned on him what he was doing.  He quickly removed
his hand and looked up at his uncle guiltily,
expecting to be lectured as his mother and father did
when they caught him doing that, but instead of
telling him it was nasty and dirty, his uncle had
smiled and observed how good it felt.
	In his innocence and his surprise, he agreed that it
did, and asked his uncle if he ever did it.  His uncle
observed that he did, when he was his age, and still
did it, though not in front of other people, unless
the other people were doing it too.  Again in his
innocence he'd observed then since he was doing it his
uncle could too.  He'd said it as a simple
observation, but the idea of doing it along with
someone else was also appealing and enticing and
inside he'd hoped his uncle would take the hint.  To
his delight his uncle had.  He had laughed and had
slipped his hand inside his pants and begun fiddling
too, and a few minutes later had stated that it was
starting to hurt with his pants being tight and all. 
So he pulled down his fly and pushed down his pants
and underwear half way down his thighs.  That was
something Nick would never forget.  It was the first
time he'd ever seen another person's penis and
testicles, and certainly the first time he'd seen a
penis in that condition besides his own.  Though his
uncle was of average size, his erect penis looked
humongous to Nick at five years of age.  He'd told
Nick he could push down his pants and underwear too,
to make it easier, and Nick had and he remembered
exactly how his uncle had stared at his little erect
pecker and had observed how big it was and how nice it
looked. They stroked themselves for a while as they
continued to play cars.
	That had been as far as they'd gone then, and as far
as they went several times later before his uncle went
all the way and explained ejaculation and the making
of babies.  Their mutual jacking off eventually lead
to doing each other's and him experiencing his first
dry orgasm, an experience he recreated many times
subsequently in the privacy of his bedroom as he went
to sleep.  That lead to finger-fucking themselves
while they fiddled with themselves, his uncle showing
him how and explaining the importance of having short
fingernails, and then finger fucking each other,
sucking each other, and finally his uncle fucking him
and fiddling with his little pecker at the same time. 
By then six months had passed.  Of everything they
did, he'd found getting fucked while his uncle stroked
his dickey the most pleasant of them all.
	Then suddenly three months later, six weeks after
he'd begun grade one and a month before his sixth
birthday his uncle abruptly stopped.  He was no longer
available to look after him when his parents wanted a
night out and he started to come over less and less
frequently, and when he did come over he seemed to
avoid him and Nick could sense he was uncomfortable. 
In his five-year-old mind all Nick could conclude
about the abrupt end to their sex play was that he'd
done something to make his uncle angry with him but he
could not figure out what that could be.  The change
in his uncle upset him greatly but like all youngsters
of that age he accepted it as another mystery about
adults and soon forgot about it and went on to other
enjoyments.  Even so it was a mystery that still
nagged him from time to time, and of course bothered
him, especially since entering puberty and with the
increased interest in sex that comes with entering
one's teens.
	Hearing his story, Cory wanted him to come with him
and talk to someone whom Cory said knew a lot about
such things and could maybe explain why his uncle had
quit, but Nick had refused.  It had been embarrassing
enough telling Cory, and besides it was a thing of the
past and over.  Of course it was not over and why his
uncle had stopped began bothering him even more since
confiding in Cory.  Still he repeatedly refused to go
with Cory, but fortunately for him Cory was not one to
give up and so instead he engineered a chance meeting
between the two of them and a boy several years their
junior, eleven-year-old Ramon Carlos.  Cory got right
to the point minutes after their chance meeting at the
Seven-Eleven, observing that Nick and Ramon had
something in common.  That was the beginning of
another reluctant and embarrassing conversation. 
Ramon, he found out, had been introduced to sex by his
uncle Rafael at an age even younger than Nick had
been, but unlike his own uncle, Rafael and Ramon had
kept up their relationship, and still had sex with
each other on occasion.  It had been Rafael that Cory
had wanted Nick to see.
	Knowing someone who actually had a similar
experience, and having Cory with him for support, Nick
hesitantly agreed to see Ramon's uncle, and so Nick
found himself having still another awkward and
embarrassing conversation, Nick especially finding it
difficult talking to an adult and a stranger besides
about sex, and especially about sex when he was a
child.  Rafael had been particularly understanding and
sympathetic, which helped, and he had observed there
were several possible reasons Nick's uncle had
stopped, but rather than guess which one, he advised
it would be best to ask his uncle directly.  That Nick
had refused to do even more vehemently than any of the
other meetings Cory had suggested, but again thanks to
Cory's persistence, the two of them finally went to
see his uncle Warren, his mother's younger brother.
	That had been the most embarrassing conversation of
them all, and one that would forever be etched into
his mind.  Cory again initiated the conversation and
got right to the point, saying they'd come to talk
about what he and Nick had done back when Nick was
five, and like the previous conversations, once he'd
done so he had sat back and just listened,
occasionally narrowing his eyes as he concentrated on
what was being said.  From the look of despair and
anxiety on his uncle's face, Nick figured his uncle
was going to refuse to talk, or maybe even deny they'd
done anything, but then with a look of resolve and
dread, he had observed, "so, the time I've known for
the past ten years would eventually come has arrived."
	Nick braced himself for the worst as his uncle began,
but what he heard was not at all what he'd ever
considered, and certainly had not expected though he
learned later it had been Rafael's suspicion.  His
uncle quickly assured him that he had not stopped
babysitting him and playing with him when he visited
because he hadn't found their secret pleasurable or
because of something Nick had done, both of which had
been Nick's prime conclusions.  On the contrary, he'd
found their sex play extremely pleasurable.  That Nick
had been delighted to hear.  He went on to say he'd
stopped out of guilt, guilt over how pleasurable he
found it, guilt doing it with a five-year-old child,
and guilt over it being his sister's son.
	Of course he could not explain any of that to a
five-year-old child, and having ended their
relationship so abruptly and without explanation had
tormented him these past ten years even more than the
guilt he'd felt about what they'd done.  Finding out
how upset Nick had been when they'd stopped and how
he'd blamed himself only added to his uncle's guilt
and regret for his actions and he began to apologize,
saying he fully understood how Nick must hate and
despise him, and how sorry he was for what he'd done,
and that Nick had every right to tell his parents and
to report him to the police, and how now it was out he
would turn himself in and save Nick the trouble.
	His regret and sorrow flooded over Nick who was just
as surprised his uncle had been tormented over the
incident these past ten years just as he'd been,
though for different reasons, and Nick's love and
memories of the pleasure of their sex flooded over his
uncle, who having expected resentment and accusation,
was just as surprised at Nick's feelings.  Through it
all Cory just sat there and listened and concentrated
and allowed himself a faint smile as Nick and his
uncle slowly realized their true feelings about that
incident ten years ago.  They also realized the true
culprit who had sundered their relationship, and their
faces clouded with anger.  Society's outdated and
misguided beliefs about boyhood and sexuality, fuelled
by self-serving religious leaders and politicians more
concerned about themselves than children and those
they were supposed to be serving had turned something
beautiful and mutually rewarding into something ugly
and shameful.  That anger was just as quickly replaced
by a compassion and love for each other, a love and
tenderness they'd felt for each other ten years ago as
nephew and uncle, and by an overwhelming sense of
relief having the guilt of the past ten years lifted.
	The two embraced and drew each other tight, and as
their bodies pressed against each other long denied
and unfulfilled desire flared up inside them just as
suddenly as their anger had.  They drew each other
still closer and their lips met in a long, passionate,
loving kiss that grew in intensity as Nick's uncle's
tongue slipped into his nephew's mouth and as his
nephew sucked on it, drawing it in further, caressing
it with his own tongue, which he in turn slipped into
his uncle's mouth.  With their arms wrapped about each
other, they caressed each other's deltoids and
anxiously pulling the other's shirt out of his pants,
they slipped their hands underneath, delighting in the
smoothness and warmth of each other's skin as they
caressed each other.  Inhaling and exhaling deeply,
they kissed again, and then again, now desperately
caressing each other's back, running their fingers
from shoulders to the waistband of their trousers.
	As if desperate to make up for the lost ten years,
they feverishly undid each other's belt and pulled
down each other's fly as they kissed over and over,
lust welling up from between their legs and causing
them to become erect as it enveloped them.  Pushing
down each other's trousers, they kissed each other on
the lips and the cheeks as they unbuttoned each
other's shirt and caressed each other's chest, Nick
running his fingers through his uncle's thick, still
deep brown chest hair as he'd done as a five-year-old
child, and his uncle caressing his still smooth but
now firm, muscular chest.  They were vaguely aware
that sometime after that first kiss and embrace and
now Cory had left, and that he'd said something about
going to look after Warren's son, Warren and his wife
having separated shortly after the boy's birth just
over five years ago and Warren having been granted
custody.
	With their boxers tented out, they slipped their
hands inside each other's underwear, Warren cupping
his fifteen-year-old nephew's smooth, compact buns and
caressing them, Nick slipping his fingers about his
thirty-two-year-old uncle's stiff, aching cock and
squeezing it tightly just as he'd done as a
five-year-old to reduce the pain, and to delight in
it's awesome size and strength.  Pushing each other's
underwear down, they knelt there on the livingroom
carpet and embraced as they pressed their naked bodies
against each other, Warren's broad, hairy chest
pressed against his nephew's smooth teenage one, their
stiff, aching cocks trapped between their bodies and
pressing against each other's stomach.
	"I have lube in the bathroom," Warren said huskily,
his breathing having grown heavy and his heart
pounding.
	"Don't bother," Nick replied as he dropped to his
hands and knees and working up a mouth of spittle,
drooled it over his uncle's upright organ.  He ran his
tongue up the thick shaft from his large, hairy balls
to the mushroom-capped knob and then around the rim
before drooling a fresh gob of spittle over the
blood-engorged bulb.  Memories of having delighted in
licking his uncle's huge "ice cream cone" as a
five-year-old flashed back through his mind, and
Nick's cock, now twice as long and five times fatter
than when he'd been five, throbbed with desire just as
it had back then.  As he coated his uncle's cock with
his spittle, his uncle spit on his middle finger and
slowly and carefully inserted it up the boy's rectum,
loosening it as he'd done ten years ago.
	As Nick lay on his back, Warren slipped a sofa
cushion under his hips and the boy spread his legs and
smiled up at his uncle, bringing back memories for
both of them.  Kneeling before the boy and between his
outspread legs, Warren bent over and working up a
mouthful of spittle he pressed his lips against the
boy's anus and blew the saliva up his rectum.  The two
inhaled deeply as he placed the tip of his cock
against the boy's anus and as Warren pushed forward
Nick pushed out with his abdominal muscles and ever so
slowly Warren's spit-slick knob stretched open Nick's
sphincter.  Both were hot and eager and they gasped
and grunted like two boars in rut as Nick's tight
sphincter slowly stretched more and more until finally
Warren's mushroom cap popped inside the boy's rectum.
	The two paused to catch their breath and regain their
control, and mostly to enjoy the pleasure of their
physical union.  And then Warren slowly pushed onward,
slowly sinking his thick, hard cock up Nick's asshole
until Nick's teenage eggs were nestled in his uncle's
coarse hairs and his uncle's cock was buried up his
hot, moist chamber.  Again the two paused to catch
their breath and to enjoy the penetration, and then
Warren began to slowly pump his hips to and fro,
drawing his cock back out of the boy's love hole and
then sinking it back up.  Ripples of pleasure pulsated
out from his stretched sphincter, and pangs of arousal
shot through his asshole as his uncle's knob brushed
against his prostate.  Warren quivered with his own
pleasure ripping through his blood-engorged glans and
pulsating up his swollen shaft.  Greater than the
physical pleasure though was the knowledge that each
was providing the greatest pleasure one man can
provide another, and that both were doing so willingly
and eagerly.
	Warren paused several times to allow his surging
desire to subside to prolong that pleasure that both
were feeling, and then he allowed the lust to consume
him.  He rammed his cock in and out of his young
nephew, delighting in the rapidly building pressure in
his loins and even more so in the delight sparkling in
his nephew's eyes.  The way Nick was gasping for
breath and squirming as he worked his sphincter in
time with his uncle's lunges and withdrawals there was
no doubt of the pleasure he was feeling also.  With a
gasp and mighty sigh greater than the others, Warren
looked into his nephew's eyes and with their gaze
locked he thrust his aching cock deep up the boy's
rectum and began to cum.  His thick juice spurted out
with a burning force greater than it had for many
years, and though he'd been jacking off regularly he
spurted as if he'd been holding back for a month. 
Nick's chest heaved as he felt his uncle's juice
filling his rectum and he delighted in the physical
sensation of the hot, thick enema and even more in the
knowledge of the pleasure his uncle was feeling and
the delight in his uncle's eyes.
	The two of them lay like that, the man buried up the
boy to the hilt, for several minutes, enjoying the
flush that follows a hot piece of ass before Warren
finally eased his cock out and rolled over on his back
to look up at the figure of his young son looking at
them in the doorway, his jaw slack and his big brown
eyes wide.  "Davey!"
	Nick looked up from between his still outspread legs
at the awed expression on his five-year-old cousin's
face.
	"It isn't how it looked," Warren began as he sat up,
his pleasure suddenly replaced by concern for his
impressionable young son.
	"We weren't fighting," Nick offered, recalling his
first thoughts the first time he'd seen two dogs going
at it in the street.
	"I know," said Davey, still standing where he was. 
They wondered how long he'd been standing there.  "You
were fucking.  Cory said that's what two guys do when
they love each other."
	Where Cory was neither knew.  There was no sign of
him.  Warren's anger quickly flared up.  The boy had
offered to look after David.  Even though he wasn't
obligated to, he'd made the offer, and he'd trusted
him to do so.  How could he have let the boy witness
what they'd done?
	"Do you love me?" Davey asked softly as he looked at
his father.
	"Of course I do!"  How could he even ask such a
thing?  And then what the boy was really asking
flashed through his mind.  "Of course I do!  Come
here."  As the boy walked over to his father, Warren
opened his arms and embraced the boy, drawing his
small body tightly to him and kissing him on the
forehead, and on the cheeks.  He held him back and
looked into the boy's face, filled with wonder and
uncertainty, and he hugged him again and kissed him
more passionately.  "I love you more than anyone in
the whole world, Davey."
	"More than cousin Nick?"
	"I love you as my son, and I love Nick as my nephew. 
Both are special."
	Davey glanced over at Nick, who had slipped off the
sofa cushion and was sitting on his heels.  "I love
you too," Nick offered, meaning of course as a cousin.
	Davey looked at his father and back at his cousin,
and then at his father again.  His gaze dropped down
to his father's cock, now limp but still partially
erect and glistening with Nick's ass slime and
Warren's spunk.  "Does it hurt?" Davey asked.  "To get
fucked?"
	"Well, a little, at first," his father replied,
glancing over at Nick.
	"I guess yours is too big to fit up my bum," the boy
said, continuing to stare at his father's cock.  It
was a statement of fact, but also a hint of hope that
his father would say no, and a quaver of apprehension
just how little a little pain was.
	"Well, yes," his father replied, and seeing the
beginning of a look of disappointment, he quickly
added without thinking what he was saying in his
concern not to hurt the boy's feelings, "right now
anyway.  You'd have to practice with something smaller
up your bum first."
	"Like Nick's peepee?" the boy asked, glancing over at
his cousin's cock.  In that the teenager had not
popped a load and considering the eroticism of the
conversation, his cock had barely begun to soften.
	Warren snorted with surprise at the question, and in
amusement, but mostly out of embarrassment,
embarrassment for his teenage nephew having his cock
being referred to as being small enough to fit up a
five-year-old's bum, which had to be particularly
humiliating for a teenager, and embarrassment talking
about sex with his five-year-old son in front of his
nephew.  "Well, Nick's is still awful large for your
little bum," he replied, more to boost his nephew's
ego than to discourage his son, and he immediately saw
the look of disappointment again on his son's face.
	"Okay," the boy said dejectedly.
	"We could do other things though," Nick suggested,
remembering his own feelings of rejection when his
uncle had stopped having sex with him at that age. 
"Sex things, that guys do, when they love each other,"
he stumbled, glancing over at his uncle for help,
wanting to not disappoint the boy, but suddenly
realizing from the look on his uncle's face what he
was suggesting and that his uncle might not want to
have his son doing anything.
	"Yes, of course," Warren responded, quickly
recovering from his initial shock and automatic
dissent and picking up on Nick's suggestion.  "There's
lots of things, and the three of us can do them
together, if you want to, and if Nick wants to." 
Although still uncertain, he did not want what had
happened to Nick and himself to happen to his
impressionable young son.
	"Cool," said the boy, his big brown eyes sparkling
with excitement, and his face breaking into a bright,
happy grin that only five-year-old boys make.
	There followed an awkward silence as Warren and Nick
recalled the first sexual exploration between the two
of them while at the same time questioning if what
they were doing was right.  Davey was, after all, only
five, and they fifteen and thirty-two, and Warren his
father besides.  They would be breaking several taboos
not to mention laws.  Of course they'd also done so
ten years ago.  Memories of the pleasure they'd felt
back then quickly pushed their doubts aside.
	"First," Warren said with a reassuring smile, "we'll
have to get those clothes off."  He reached over and
began to unbutton the boy's shirt.  That would at
least give him time to think how to proceed, and just
what the two of them could do with Davey.  As Nick
bent over and unlaced the youngster's runners and
pulled them off, the same thoughts came to his mind. 
He removed the boy's sneakers and socks, and felt a
twinge of excitement as Warren pulled down his young
son's fly and unbuttoned his pants.  He eased them
down and as Davey held onto his father's shoulders for
balance as he stepped out of his pants, Warren and
Nick helping him.  They both felt a twitch in their
groins as Warren eased his son's jockey briefs down
and the boy stepped out of them and stood before them
stark naked. 
	"Now then, you're really, really sure you want to do
this?" Warren asked as the naked boy stood facing the
two of them.  "If you're not sure, or feel
uncomfortable or anything, that's okay.  Just say so. 
We don't have to do anything right now."
	"I want to do something," the boy said, looking
earnestly and seriously into his father's eyes. 
"Honest."
	"Okay, but any time you want to stop doing what we're
doing, just say, okay?" Nick asked, having the same
thoughts as his uncle.
	"Okay," the boy said cheerfully and obediently.
	"Remember when you were little we talked about not
letting other's see your pee-er because you were a big
boy?" Warren asked as he reached over and picked up
his young son's penis with his thumb and index
fingers.  That had been two years ago already, after
David had been toilet trained but didn't understand
that when a guy had to go he waited until he got in
the bathroom to push his pants and underwear down, not
on the way through the living room in front of his
spinster great-aunt.  Davey nodded.  "Well, that's
still true.  What we are doing now, and going to do,
is just among the three of us.  What we're doing
you're not to do with anybody else, understand?" 
Davey nodded again.  His pee-er felt good when it was
held, and it felt even better with his father holding
it.  "And you mustn't tell anyone else about this,
ever.  It'll be our secret, okay?"  Davey nodded still
again, looking at his father with wide-eyed trust.  If
telling others meant he'd have to share doing sex
stuff with his father with them he was keeping this a
big secret.  He wanted his father all to himself, and,
well, Nick.
	As Warren fiddled with his young son's soft, silky
penis, Nick reached behind and ran a fingertip up the
young boy's ass crack, and then finding his little
button, began to massage it with the tip of his index
finger with tiny circles.  Warren felt his young son's
penis beginning to swell between his fingers and his
own began to swell, as did Nick's as he saw the
five-year-old's little dicklet swelling.  Between the
two of them they soon had the little boy hard.
	"Does that feel okay?" his father asked as he
released the boy's dickey.  It stood straight up like
a proud little man, the foreskin still encasing his
knob.
	Davey nodded.  "It feels good," the boy replied
honestly.  "But it feels gooder when you're holding
it."
	Warren and Nick glanced at each other and smiled,
knowing exactly what the boy meant.  If only everyone
was as direct and as honest as five-year-old boys. 
Again what had happened between the two of them ten
years ago because of taboos and the uncomfortableness
of talking about it now flashed through both of their
minds, and both resolved young David was not going to
experience such pain and sadness.  Warren slowly and
gently pulled back his son's long, silky foreskin,
exposing his shiny, cherry-red little knob.  It was
not the first time he'd done that, though in the past
it had been purely for hygienic reasons in the bathtub
to clean it, and even that he'd stopped doing himself
a year ago out of guilt and fear of the consequences
if Davey ever told anyone about it.
	As Warren gently ran his fingertip along the rim of
the exposed knob Davey jerked and danced abruptly and
uncontrollably with the delightful new pleasure.  He
quickly assured his father that it wasn't hurting and
that on the contrary, it felt "tickley."  Nick spat on
the tip of his index finger and ever so slowly
inserted the tip up the young boy's asshole to the end
of his fingernail, also causing the boy to squirm with
the never before felt pleasure and to giggle at what
his cousin had done and to assure him it felt good
too, though the boy was concerned about getting poop
on his cousin's finger.
	Their foreplay continued, the father ever so slowly
drawing his son's silky foreskin back up over his knob
and then pulling it all the way back again, and the
teenage cousin gently inserting his index finger up to
the middle joint and then withdrawing it, teaching the
boy to constrict and then relax his sphincter in time
with his penetrations and withdrawals.  The boy's eyes
widened even further in surprise as his father held
his fully erect pee-er at the base and bending over,
swirled his tongue around the little, slender two-inch
boner, sending strange new thrills through the
blood-engorged flesh.  Meanwhile his cousin continued
to work his index finger in and out of his ass but
embedding it now up to the last knuckle.
	Of course his uncle and cousin were also fully erect,
and after a moment, they reached out and taking
Davey's hands, guided them to their stiff, aching
pricks, having gotten the same idea at the same time. 
Wrapping his fingers about their swollen organs, they
guided them up and down their cocks a few times and
upon releasing their hold he continued to stroke them.
 The feeling of the young boy's little hot fists
squeezing and stroking their swollen, aching flesh was
so much hotter than the feeling using their own hands
or being jerked off by someone else.   That the
youngster was jacking off someone else for the first
time in his life made it even hotter.
	Spitting on his index and middle fingers, Nick
pressed them tightly together and wedging the tips in
the boy's hot little asshole he had Davey slowly back
down on them, allowing the boy to gage the speed at
which he was penetrated by the two fingers, and the
depth.  His entire little dicklet burning with the
pleasure of his first prolonged, manually created
erection, the five-year-old boy eagerly backed down on
his cousin's two digits, delighting in the strange
feeling of the thicker double-digit penetration not
unlike the pleasure he felt pooping.  Nick's spittle
and earlier stimulation of the boy's sphincter made
the penetration of two fingers painless and soon the
boy had impaled himself on the two digits as far as
they could reach.  Nick waited a minute for the boy to
enjoy the penetration and get use to it, and then he
slowly began to ease his two digits in and out of the
boy's hot, moist rectum.  Davey immediately
constricted and relaxed his sphincter in time with
Nick's thrusts and withdrawals as he'd been taught.
	Wondering if he dare try to penetrate the boy with
his penis, Nick glanced at his uncle and his uncle
smiled and nodded, evidently having had the same
thought.  With Nick kneeling on one of the sofa
cushions, the crotch of the slender fifteen-year-old
boy, now five foot nine and a hundred and twenty
pounds, came up to his five-year-old cousin's
backside, the forty-pound youngster standing at three
foot seven.  Warren shuffled over beside the two on
his knees and working up a mouthful of spittle, he
squatted down and amply coated his nephew's stiff,
protruding teenage cock.  Working up a second
mouthful, he pressed his lips against his son's anus
and filled his son's lower rectum with the natural
lube.  Grasping the young boy's slender hips, Nick
again told him to push out like he was pooping just
like he'd done when Nick had stuck his fingers up his
asshole, and both Nick and Warren reminded the boy to
tell them if it started hurting and again assured him
that it would be okay to stop and that there would be
other opportunities.
	And so with the youngster standing there with his
little legs spread out as far as he could and with his
cousin grasping his slender hips as his father watched
the expression on his face for the first sign he was
feeling pain, Nick slowly pushed his hips forward. 
His spit-slick knob slowly began to stretch the boy's
sphincter, at first no more so than his two fingers
had at their maximum, and as he felt his cockhead
slowly spreading open the virgin muscle he felt the
boy pushing out with his abdominal muscles as he'd
been told.  The two inhaled and exhaled deeply as Nick
slowly pressed on and as the boy strained to dilate
his sphincter.  His large, square front teeth bit into
his lower lip and his large, brown eyes narrowed as
the boy concentrated and strained.  His breathing came
in quick gasps and his face contorted.  The youngster
was in pain and you could clearly see the desperation
in his eyes but you could also see the eagerness and
desire and the hope, all of which kept his father from
calling a stop.
	Then with a loud gasp, Nick stopped, and announced
that his knob was in and the teenage boy knelt there,
his forehead and back beaded with sweat, his smooth,
slender chest rapidly rising and falling, and his
smooth-cheeked, flushed face beaming with his success
and the pleasure pulsating between his legs.  Ensuring
that Davey was okay and again emphasizing he tell them
the moment he felt pain, Nick and Warren proceeded,
and ever so slowly the fifteen-year-old boy sank his
aching, rock-hard bone up his young cousin's backside
until his curly hairs were tickling the youngster's
tender pink bottom.  The uncertainty and strain on the
five-year-old boy's face had an undertone of a look of
pride and achievement and yes, even pleasure, and when
he was told that Nick was in "all the way" the
youngster broke out in wide, unabashed, toothy grin.
	Nick ever so slowly began to withdraw, and then
reminding the boy to relax and push out, he ever so
slowly sank his cock back in.  He worked extremely
slowly and cautiously, not wanting to hurt the boy for
one, and fighting back the immense arousal that was
threatening to erupt from the depths of his groin any
moment for another.  He was fucking ass for the first
time, and it was a five-year-old boy he was fucking. 
He could not believe the intense pleasure, and it was
more than the tightness of the youngster's anus and
the heat and moistness of his asshole.  He was
introducing the youngster to the world of sex, just as
he'd been introduced, and from the boy's heavy
breathing, and from the constriction and relaxation of
his sphincter as he began to work in unison with his
older cousin, the boy was clearly experiencing as much
pleasure as he'd had his first time.  Even hotter was
the fact that he was taking the boy's virginity in
front of his father, in front of the man who had taken
his virginity ten years ago when he was five himself.
	Seeing the look of pleasure on his young son's
flushed face, Warren knelt down in front of him, and
bending over, he slipped his lips over the boy's still
erect, protruding cocklet.  He sucked on the slender
little prick gently, and ever so slowly tightened his
lips about the throbbing flesh and pushed back the
boy's silky foreskin until he'd exposed the boy's
tender cherry-red knob.  He ran his tongue over his
young son's exposed glans, causing the boy to jerk
uncontrollably with the unbelievable pleasure shooting
through his swollen, tender young flesh.  Gently
sucking on the little pricklet, Warren gently drew the
boy's foreskin back over his knob with his lips, and
then repeated the process.  At the same time Nick
picked up his pace, working his slender,
five-and-a-half inch teenage cock in and out of his
young cousin's tender ass, the boy now constricting
his sphincter as he withdrew and relaxing it as he
sank back in.  Their breathing became even louder and
more laboured, with exertion, arousal and pleasure.
	His thin chest rising and falling, Nick closed his
eyes and concentrated on the pleasure not just
pulsating through his blood-filled teenage cock, but
the mental pleasure of bringing another that immense
pleasure only a guy can feel, and especially the
unique pleasure of bringing that unique ecstasy to a
young boy of five for the first time in his young
life.  There was no comparison between how he was
feeling and any sex he'd had previously, and he knew
that he'd be visiting his uncle frequently, not just
to have his ass fucked, but to fuck his young cousin's
ass besides.  And he knew no female would ever satisfy
him like young Davey was satisfying him.  At that
moment he knew he was gay and glad that he was, and at
that moment he knew that Davey would be the first of
many preschoolers that he would introduce to this
pleasure.
	Warren knew also that there would be many more visits
by his young nephew now that his young son's sexual
education had begun, and he knew that despite what
others might think and despite the taboos of religion
and politics, that what they were experiencing at that
moment was something beautiful and loving.  That
despite being twice as old as his nephew that they'd
both enjoyed what they'd just done with Davey
immensely, and that they'd both had similar ideas
without any conversation between them only proved that
what they'd done was natural.  Warren closed his eyes
with pleasure as he sucked on his young son's silky
pee-er, and he knew that the two of them would no
longer be sleeping in separate beds, and that the love
between them could only grow stronger.
	As for Davey, with his daddy sucking on his pee-er
and sending ripples of pleasure through the swollen,
aching flesh, and with his teenage cousin pumping his
big pee-er in and out of his bum and sending ripples
of pleasure through it, he knew he was loved, and he
knew he was fortunate the strange boy with the strange
metal headband had explained fucking to him and had
let him watch his father and cousin.  His body
trembled with a pleasure like he'd never felt before
and he inhaled and exhaled deeply as he felt his
cousin grasp his hips even more tightly, and then
suddenly something hot and wet flooded up his rectum
while at the same time his legs jerked and went weak
as a never before felt pleasure spasmed through his
swollen little cocklet and his daddy sucked
desperately on the throbbing flesh.  Watching the
three of them out of sight, Cory smiled as he inhaled
deeply and shot off a hot, thick load of teenage cum
into the palm of his left hand, his throbbing,
spurting cock firmly grasped in his right.  The real
beauty of the pleasure he saw on the faces of father,
nephew and son and that he felt flooding over him
through his headband was that it was totally
spontaneous and natural and had not required the use
of his headband or mind once he'd helped the three of
them get started.
	Nick slowly became aware of the barking of a dog, his
mind having become lost in the fond and erotic
memories, and he slowly became aware that he was
gasping and panting as if he'd just run ten laps
around the track.  Glancing around, it took a moment
to figure out how he'd suddenly gone from his uncle's
living room to the poolside at Cory's mansion.  The
barking of a dog was not of a dog, but of Molly
Vickers, there on all fours before all of them,
wagging her backside and barking like an eager bitch. 
And kneeling behind the bitch and about to penetrate
her rimmed, primed asshole was Jerome Eisenstein.
	Ben Hanson smiled at the sight.  It had been he, at
the party at Callie Dean's whorehouse just over a year
ago, who had first made Molly bark and act the bitch
that she was, something he'd made her do many times
since when he availed himself of her services as Cory
had promised she and Trang would provide, and
something others who'd been at the party had copied in
amusement and in retribution for all the times she'd
embarrassed and humiliated them.  Until then the
short, pudgy, painfully shy boy had largely gone
unnoticed by his classmates but since then, thanks to
the party, and thanks to Cory Wilson, guys began
talking about him and what he'd done and coming up to
him and slapping him on the back and joking with him
like a regular guy, and thanks to Cory, he was getting
all the sex he wanted from Molly and Trang.
	That, over the past half year had dropped off
considerably.  At first it had been sweet revenge
making the two girls put out for him after all the
teasing and all the humiliation that they'd caused
him, what with Molly having falsely accused him of
making passes at her and getting her boyfriend at the
time, Nick Dawson, to push him around, and Trang
leading him on that she liked him and then publically
rejecting and humiliating him.  In time though, it
grew dull, especially once other guys realized Cory
had meant it when he'd said the two girls would put
out for any of them and they'd begun taking advantage
of their services too.  Mostly though, it was because
he'd found another much more satisfying sexual
partner.
	That too had been Cory Wilson's doing, though he
could not prove it and Cory had never confessed to it,
and just how he could have arranged it was a mystery. 
The coincidences were there however.  It had begun one
day when he and Cory had been working on a history
report, and typical Cory had gotten the topic around
to sex, wondering how the women satisfied themselves
while their husbands were off to war.  Somehow from
there they'd gotten on to talking about their teachers
and trying to imagine each of them having sex, and
finally his favourite teacher, Mrs Pakorny, whom Cory
had said was a widow and had to be super horny having
once had regular sex and now having none. She was an
ample woman in all ways, especially in the bust way,
Ben's favourite part of the female anatomy, and they
tried to imagine what she'd look like naked.
	Of course for the rest of the week he could not get
those ideas out of his head each time he looked at
her, and of course each time he ended up sitting in
his desk with a boner.  On the third day she brought
to school some history books on the paper he and Cory
were working on and asked them to stay after school to
look at them, but Cory had something else planned.  So
it had been just the two of them, and one little thing
lead to another, him accidentally brushing his knee
against her leg, which considering her size and that
he was pudgy himself was not a surprise, and then her
brushing her leg against his, and then the back of his
hand brushing her huge bosom, and her placing her hand
on his backside, the conversation straying from the
books she'd brought to who his classroom friends were
and her life as a widow and their mutual weight
challenge.  The next thing he knew he was unbuttoning
her dress and removing her bra and she was pushing
down his pants and his underwear and he was playing
with her humongous boobs, caressing them, rubbing
them, kissing them, sucking them, rubbing his penis
between them and coming all over them, right there in
the classroom, her sitting in her chair, him standing
there between her legs.
	He'd been introduced to sex with older women by
Cory's mother so doing it with his teacher had not
been a big surprise.  What was a surprise, was how
awesome it had been.  She really liked having her
boobs played with, and he liked playing with them, so
it was only natural they met again, and then a third
time, and that boob play became the focus of their
foreplay when they met, which over time became weekly
and then twice a week and was now three times a week,
at school, at her home, and any secluded spot they
could find in weekend trips into the mountain and
desert recreational areas. 
	His thoughts had given him an aching erection and as
Wilbur Thornton penetrated Trang and began riding her
ass, Trang having assumed the same position as Molly,
he wondered if he should approach her or Molly and
have one of them suck him off.
	"Hot, isn't it?" Nick asked.  Nick was sitting beside
Ben and had noticed Ben watching the two girls with a
vacant, smug look of satisfaction.  Being naked, his
condition was also evident, though Ben was still
underdeveloped compared to other boys his age. 
Fourteen and a half now, he had put on another twenty
pounds this past year, but had grown only another half
an inch in height, and despite his mop of brown hair
to his embarrassment he still had smooth, hairless
pubes and though his cock had grown another inch, it
was only noticeable when he was erect, and then it was
only three and a half inches.  He felt especially
conspicuous sitting beside Nick Dawson who had spurted
another inch in height but was still lean and mean,
and who had over five and a half inches hard, which
his cock presently was.
	"Yeah, real hot," Ben replied with a smile, "and the
two of them deserve everything they're getting."
	He knew how embarrassed and humiliated Nick had felt
having his girlfriend revealed as a lesbian and having
her telling about him jerking off, and he assumed the
fifteen-year-old boy's arousal was because of the
satisfaction of seeing Molly getting humiliated and
getting her ass fucked.  Similarly Nick had assumed
Ben's blank stare had been because he'd been recalling
all the times he'd been teased by Molly all these
years, and his condition was because of seeing her
getting her ass fucked.  Glancing over at Dominic and
Kenneth openly kissing and caressing each other, and
knowing how embarrassing that had to be for Dominic's
sister Nicole, Ben and Nick glanced back at each
other, both with the same thought, and as they
realized the other was thinking the exact same thing a
smile curled their lips.  Getting up and moving to the
centre of the room to join Molly and Jerome, Trang and
Wilbur, and Dominic and Kenny, they wrapped their arms
around each other and began to caress each other's
butt.  As they had suspected, Molly was devastated to
see her former boyfriend and the boy she'd teased for
years beginning to make out with each other in front
of her.  She knew that they were doing it on purpose
just to embarrass her.  Even worse, as they kissed and
she saw their cocks jerking in the air with arousal,
she knew that they were turning each other on and were
going to thoroughly enjoy it, unlike the disgusting
act she was unwillingly engaged in with Jerome.
	Although Ben was one hundred percent heterosexual and
preferred mature women with big boobs, he was no
stranger to homosexual acts, having out of adoration
and gratitude blown Cory Wilson and having willingly
bent over and given him his ass, and he found sex with
boys his age quite satisfying.  Nick of course was gay
and comfortable with his orientation, and though he
preferred young primary school and preschool age boys,
he found sex with boys closer to his age satisfying
also.  Now the two of them caressed each other and
kissed each other on the lips passionately, the
handsome, lean jock with the rapier wit who could have
any girl he wanted and the painfully shy, short, pudgy
grade niner with the soft brown eyes and gentle smile.
 They were an unlikely couple, but from their raging
hardons and the look in their eyes, you could see that
they were randy and comfortable getting it on with
each other, and in front of others.
	It was that comfort and that self-confidence that
grated on Molly the most, seeing the boy that she'd
used and the boy she'd loved to abuse openly and
willingly making out with each other.  Seething with
embarrassment and humiliation, she stared down at the
floor as Jerome Eisenstein rammed his cock in and out
of her asshole, grunting with lust and satisfaction,
using and humiliating her just as she'd used and
humiliated Nick and Ben and so many others over the
years.  Meanwhile in front of them, Ben Hanson lay on
his back and spread his legs and Nick Dawson knelt
between them and balanced himself on his elbows and
knees.  Grunting and snorting, the two united and Nick
began to pump his hips to and fro, driving his
swollen, aching cock in and out of Ben's hot, moist
rectum as Ben constricted and relaxed his sphincter,
the two of them working together and enjoying the
throbbing pleasure between their legs and even more so
enjoying being the source of that pleasure for the
other person.  Meanwhile Jerome rammed his cock in and
out of Molly's ass and she knelt there, finding no
pleasure at all in their sex and knowing he did not
care.

*********
This is the seventh of a series of concluding chapters
in which our heros get their well-deserved rewards and
our villains get their just punishments.  Watch for
upcoming chapters to discover the origin and purpose
of the mysterious headband and to learn what the
future holds for the Gilles family, Vice Principal
Stewart Millburne and his son Mark, Baptist Pastor
Winthrop and his family, Father Henry, Calvin Cosher
and his daughter Stacey and son Caitlin, the RGAB
soccer players and their families, the cops Erica
O'Malley and Michaela Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates; for player characters created by readers,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Jacob Schuller, Benji
Gilles, and Callie Dean; and for the supporting cast
of Jonah Winthrop, Lane and Spence Spudder, Molly,
Trang and Ashley, Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and
Elijah Dean, Ramon Carlos, Peter Manchester, Dwayne
Hainsworth, Dylan Ingles, Ravindra Shankar, Sangha and
Chakroth Chouan, Gamal ben Marduk, and of course the
star of this series, Cory Wilson.


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