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This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu... ......................... Da'Marcus Brown was pleased. The center for the high school offensive line, he decided the blocking scheme at the line of scrimmage just as he decided which exercises they would all do in the weight room or which fast food place they'd hit up after practice. He was king. It was good to be king. Fuck the quarterbacks and receivers and linebackers and all those bitches. The line was where the game was won and the line was his and his alone. It hadn't taken long for his guards, Ryan Henderson and Ja'mell Togo, and his tackles, Billy (Brick) Galston and Jose (Hammer) Rodriguez, to find him in the chaos. And like a well-oiled unit, his four brothers fell in line behind him, their leader, and the five of them swept through the school like a tornado. All seniors, each one of them was over 6'2'', none weighed less that 250lbs, and the smallest cock in the bunch was Ryan's 7.5-inch tool. They were a force to be reckoned with. This time, though, they were not working together to protect the quarterback or make a hole for the running back. No, they were out to fuck. And fuck they did: at Emerson Elementary. Da'Marcus wanted to make sure his boys were treated right and he knew that the tightest ass would be the little ones over in the elementary school. In fact, the thought occurred to him when Brick showed up. You see, Brick had a seven-year-old brother, Carl, who loved when the team would come over for dinner or to hang out. Every time they did, little Carl would make it a point to climb up into Da'Marcus's lap and demand that they watch cartoons. Now, Da'Marcus had a steady girlfriend and he wasn't interested in men, let alone seven-year-old boys, but every time that little minx would settle on his lap, Da'Marcus would pop wood. Call it the "king of the jungle" syndrome. Call it his inner beast. Hell, call Da'Marcus a raging pedo. All he knew was that his goal at this moment was to lead his brothers onward toward victory: victory being the best possible fucks available. Without explaining where they were going, Da'Marcus led the four massive football players through the school as boys scattered in their wake; fearful that they would be the next prey to the behemoths. As the seconds crept by and the elementary school loomed in the distance (the football players having walked with supreme confidence out the front door of their high school), each began to realize where their leader was taking them, though none noticed their cocks become a little bit harder nor their pre-cum begin to flow a little more freely. Moments later, the five horny teens threw open the door to the elementary school and walked in as if they owned the place. In fact, considering there was no one nearby who could (or would) challenge them, they pretty much did own the place. As the five massive studs surveyed the scene, several pairs of eyes looked up from their own activity and, realizing what had just entered the school, gazed upon the football players as if they were the apocalypse themselves. The hallway was silent and all activity ceased. Then all hell broke loose. Boys young and not so young exploded in all directions, hoping that they could avoid the terrible gaze of the new and very real threat. Da'Marcus, having not given the order to the other to pursue, simply watched as the youngsters ran. Within a few heartbeats, the hallway was deserted. Da'Marcus moved forward casually, peeking into rooms, until he found what he was looking for. The teachers lounge. Opening the door and glancing inside, he smiled. The room was deserted, interestingly enough, but was filled with comfortable looking chairs and a massive couch. Turning towards his men, he gave a few hand signals, the same signals he'd use in a game, and instructed his team to meet in the teachers lounge once they were ready. With one slap to his thigh, Ryan, Ja'mell, Jose, and Billy took off in multiple directions, hunting their prey. ............ Dominic Bowen found the whole thing a bit humorous. His instincts kept screaming that he should be making someone his bitch. He was, after all, the most popular sixth grader in Mr. Quian's class and was always looked to as a leader and a top dog. Unfortunately for the eleven-year-old, at 3'9'' and 54lbs, he was considerably smaller than most of his classmates and looked much more like an eight-year-old than a boy in middle school. That meant that, while he was on top of the social latter normally, he was the easiest of prey currently. He had been fucked up the ass and forced to give blowjobs several times by his classmates after they had regained consciousness some time ago. After one would finish, but before Dominic could get up to hunt his own prey, another boy would inevitably dominate him and use him for sexual release. Then, a bunch of eighth-graders had entered the room and had taken him in a variety of ways, again giving him no opportunity to be the alpha and every opportunity to be the bitch. Just when he thought those boys were finished, several high school boys filtered into the room and, if Dominic's eyes were to be believed, seemed to queue up in preparation to take him. Now, with a boy of maybe sixteen plowing his tiny butthole and jerking him off at the same time, Dominic couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself (around the moans of pleasure emanating from him of course) at the irony of his situation. When the anal stimulation and the older boy's deft hand pushed him into climax, however, a stray thought passed through Dominic's mind: maybe it's better to be a total cock slut because at least the boys come to me. When the teen finally pulled out and another boy of thirteen or so approach, Dominic reached behind himself and spread his asscheeks, inviting the next boy to plunder his hole. Feeling this new cock slide home, Dominic sighed in contentment. Yes, he thought to himself, being the bitch certainly has its advantages. ......... Jose was the first to arrive back at the teacher's lounge as his boy had been hiding in the bathroom just down the hall. The kid, a slightly chubby nine-year-old fourth grader with soft lightly-tanned skin, shaggy brown hair, and hazel eyes, had actually tried to fight Jose off when the massive teen had approached him. Now, carrying the still boy in a standard "fireman's carry," Jose reveled in the skin on skin contact with his little cherub, enjoying the feel of the boy's little pecker digging into his lower neck and turning his head several times to lick up the river of pre-cum that was running down his shoulder. He certainly wasn't going to get started until his teammates arrived and Da'Marcus gave the go-ahead, though, so he contented himself to wait next to a comfortable looking chair. Still, unable to resist, Jose's big meaty hand crept up to the boy's smooth backside and began to stroke the boy's soft bottom while his eight-inch erection bobbed obscenely in front of him with anticipation of what was to come. Billy showed up a few moments later, his hands on the shoulder and head of an eight year old as he escorted the boy towards the couch. The boy, one of the older second graders, had short curly black hair and a pug nose. He was cute, Jose thought to himself, though the poor boy walked as if he was approaching his own execution. Still, when Billy sat down and released the boy, the eight-year-old didn't run. He knew it was pointless. A heartbeat later, Billy swooped the kid of his feet and settled the boy onto his lap, his own eight and a half inches of hard boyfucker sticking up between the boy's open legs and settling right against the boy's own hard two and a half inches. Ja'mell came in next with his boy. Unsurprised, Jose and Billy rolled their eyes at his selection. The kid was a nine-year-old third grader whose parents were first generation Chinese immigrants. Ja'mell, every one of his girlfriends of Asian decent and proud to tell anyone that would listen that Asian girls were the best fucks, certainly had a type; whether it was a seventeen year old Korean girl or a nine-year-old Chinese boy. The kid kept his eyes moving, quite obviously looking for an escape route. Seeing Jose's solution, Ja'mell scooped the kid up and rested the boy on his shoulders as he contented himself to wait for the other two linemen. A minute later, Ryan came in and everyone raised an eyebrow at his choice. Carrying the boy like a bride, Ryan smiled proudly down at his prey. They boy, a thirteen-year-old redhead who had been fucking a kid half his age in the gym moments earlier, looked outraged. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who saw the elementary school as an opportunity to get some tight ass. Ryan was very pleased because the boy, his face and body awash with freckles and his very pale skin smooth as silk, was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Sure, he'd passed up quite a few younger kids while hunting but, when he saw this boy, he knew he'd found perfection. Da'Marcus made his entrance moments later to the absolute shock of his teammates. As he sauntered in, a huge smile on his face, all eyes were drawn to the little seven-year-old at his side. Carl Galston, Billy's little brother. Ryan and Ja'mell gasped slightly while Billy groaned. Jose, his eyes wide, whipped his head towards Billy thinking that Billy was groaning in protest. Instead, he watched as his teammate licked his lips and leered at the couple. Da'Marcus, holding little Carl's hand, escorted the boy over the gathered players and promptly pulled the boy onto his lap, sitting right next to Billy as if to make it clear to the other teen that he, Da'Marcus, was in charge. Billy, it seemed, had no problem with that as he started to pant, lust obvious on his face. Da'Marcus, deciding he had won, spun Carl around so the boy was facing him and promply shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth. Moments later, the four other football players began to molest their captives. ............... Nine-year-old Terrance Mead raced into the cafeteria at full speed, the horny Gavin Walters following close behind and gaining with each new stride. Terrance jumped over one of the upturned tables, slid around a couple of trashcans, and raced through the double door into the kitchen, Gavin following only a second or so behind. Terrance was breathing hard from the chase, excitement and adrenaline pushing him to his physical limits while fourteen-year-old Gavin was moaning in lust, desperate to catch the little fox and make him submit. The boys knew each other well - Terrance was best friends with Gabriel (Gavin's nine-year-old brother ) and the two often interacted when Terrance went over to the Walter's house. That Gavin was the one chasing him made Terrance, who didn't particularly like the older boy, incredibly aroused and his little boycock oozed a bit more pre-cum at the thought of what was to come. Slipping into the huge pantry just ahead of Gavin, Terrance quickly turned left and hugged the wall. When Gavin came plowing through the doors at full speed, his momentum kept him moving forward, deeper into the pantry's brightly lit and spacious dead-end. Coming to a stop, Gavin, no longer sure where his prey had gone and realizing that he was facing a wall with two large shelves on either side of him, slowly turned around. Smiling triumphantly, Terrance, Gavin's younger brother Gabriel, and five other boys in his brother's fourth grade class stood at the entrance to the corridor, blocking his exit and with predatory smiles plastered on their faces. Gavin knew he was in trouble. Though he tried to escape and was bigger than each of the kids individually, the seven boys overwhelmed Gavin and they quickly forced him on all fours. Though they held on to him tightly and used their shifting weight to keep him off balance, Gavin continued to struggle. Then, out of nowhere, a tongue slipped up his asshole and a hot mouth wrapped around his stiff cock. Moaning at the sudden rush of pleasure, the fight left Gavin immediately. The boys, sensing their prey's defeat, proceeded to use him as they wished. Terrance grasped Gavin's head and pushed his little peter into the teen's warm and welcoming mouth. Gavin, capitulating to the pleasure from his pelvic region, made no protest and began to actively lick and suckle his little brother's best friend; the hairless member very different from the much older cocks he had sucked earlier. Gabriel, who had been tonguing his older brother's ass, withdrew his tongue and, sitting up, shoved his member as deep as he could into his brother, gasping as his brother's hot hole encased his little stiffy while his brother grunted at the sudden invasion. Two boys grabbed Gavin's hands and directed them to their own aching tools. Gavin, understanding what they wanted, began to jerk off the pre-teen boycocks. All the while, the remaining two boys, standing off to the side, were busy masturbating each other furiously as they watched their classmates dominate the older boy. Soon, all eight boys were climaxing powerfully, Gavin into the throat of the boy sucking him (who was busy beating off himself), Gabriel into Gavin's ass, Terrance down Gavin's throat, the two boys all over Gavin's hands as he wanked them enthusiastically, and the two observers into each other's deft hands. As the eight climaxes began to retreat, Gavin, thinking it might be a good idea to make an exit and seek easier prey, began to rise. Suddenly, the seven boys piled onto him and forced him back down. Before Gavin could react, they rapidly switched positions, a new boy sucking his cock while another shoved his member into Gavin's mouth and a third tongued his hole enthusiastically. Realizing he wasn't done and that he would be made the bitch of each and every boy in the room, Gavin's hope for some boypussy was unceremoniously dashed. Grunting in defeat, Gavin proceeded to go to town on the boycock in his mouth, hoping he would get the chance to fuck someone sometime soon. ............ Quite a bit of time had past and still Da'Marcus and his gang had yet to leave the teachers lounge. Why should they? They had everything they could ask for right there. After settling his dominance with Billy, Da'Marcus had proceeded to stuff his massive black ten-inch dong into little Carl's rear end. It had fit (barely) and, as his friends watched in awe, Da'Marcus had begun bouncing Carl up and down his huge fucktube with abandon. The kid squealed, stuffed to capacity but seemingly loving the feelings. In fact, after only a couple of thrusts with Da'Marcus's cock hammering at his little button, Carl had begun shooting his load all over the place. He hadn't stopped. The kid kept wailing over and over again as one boygasm rolled into the next without interruption. If Da'Marcus had been counting, he would have seen the boy experienced nearly a dozen climaxes before his own massive prick began to unload into the boy's ass. Of course, thanks to the alien, Carl was also unloading real boycum and, by the time Da'Marcus stopped fucking him, he, Da'Marcus, the couch, Billy, and Billy's boy were drenched in his load. As Carl and Da'Marcus had been facing each other throughout the fuck, Da'Marcus, finally satisfied, simply reached up and pulled Carl in for a sweet and thankful kiss. Billy wasted no time in following Da'Marcus's lead and, only seconds after his leader had begun fucking his brother in earnest, Billy spun his boy around so they were facing each other and lifted the cute little eight-year-old up, thinking for just a moment that the kid was only slightly bigger than Carl, and promptly dropped the boy onto his own hard cock. The boy cried out as the thick teenage meet invaded his bowels but was soon screaming in ecstasy at the top of his lungs. "Ohhhh!!! AAAYYEEE!!!! EEEYYYAAAA!!!!! Ah! Ah! AH!!!" the boy cried while Billy, pleased that his boy was such a squealer, reached up and began to wank the kid as he bounced him up and down in imitation of the rutting couple right next to them. The moment his hand made contact with the boy, the child screamed and let loose his own sizable load, drenching both himself and Billy. Jose and Ja'mell both opted to use the lunch table to assist them. Ja'mell, gently laying his boy on his back at one end of the table, lifted the nine-year-old's legs and slid his own impressive nine-inch cock into the kid's warm tight tunnel. The boy sighed in contentment, enjoying the huge tube as it began to pummel his prostate. Jose, across the table, lay his pre-teen on his back as well (with his head hanging off the table right near Jose's cock) but, instead of fucking the boy, he slid two fingers into the boy's backdoor and then proceeded to lean forward and vacuum lock his lips around the boy's straining little dickie in a sort of elevated sixty-nine. The child cried out as the teen tickled his magic button and passionately suckled his hard weenie; realizing a moment later that his assailant's manhood was right next to his face. His face set with determination, he turned his head and began to blow the grateful Jose, who in turn redoubled his own effort. Both kids were in for the ride of their lives as Jose and Ja'mell each tried to draw out more orgasms from their boy than the other. By the time the couples finally finished, Ja'mell had brought his little one to seven kiddie-cums while Jose managed an impressive eight. For their efforts, Jose and Ja'mell also came twice each. None really paid much attention to Ryan as they began to work over their own prizes and that was fine for young man. He and the redhead found a nice comfy recliner and, after pulling the boy into his lap, they began to kiss as lovers. The boy, actually enjoying the gentleness of the older teen, melted into the kiss and purred when Ryan began to toy with his leaking boycock. Ryan groaned a moment later when the youngster began to jerk him off as well and, for the next few minutes, the couple was content to fire off a load into each other's hands while their tongues fought for dominance. Eventually, of course, Ryan laid his young lover down and took him but, by that point, the boy was actually trying to be fucked. ................................................................. ......................... "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" grunted fifteen-year-old Robert Scott as Shannon Elder, a muscular seventeen-year-old senior whom he barely knew, fucked his ass in long powerful strokes. As if being taken doggie-style in the middle of the hallway wasn't humiliating enough, he thought to himself despite the waves of pleasure rippling through his backside, sucking the cock of the kid in front of him really made him want to cringe in embarrassment. Only a short time ago, Robert had been stalking through the high school looking for someone to conquer when the big goon behind him had surprised Robert, forced him onto his knees, and began plowing his sensitive asshole. Then, out of no-where, this kid who looked like he was maybe eleven or twelve had come around the corner, spotted Robert, approached him, and casually shoved his three-inch cocklett into Robert's face. What was Robert to do but suck the hairless member? Unsure of why the middle-schooler would even enter the high school, where many bigger and older boys hunted for prey, Robert decided to seize the opportunity to get some of his pride back. Lunging forward a bit, he carefully swept the younger boy's feet out from under him and maneuvered the surprised youngster onto the ground. His mouth still wrapped around the kid's hard pole, he roughly shoved two slick fingers into the boy's obviously well-fucked anus and fingered the kid rapidly while swirling his tongue around the boy's sensitive cockhead. "Oh yeah! Yeah!" the boy squealed, his high soprano sharply contrasting with the much deeper grunts coming from both Robert and Shannon, the senior still plowing Robert's backdoor hard. Suddenly, the boy seized up and began to howl. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried sweetly as his little boyboner began to shoot blast after blast of boycum right into Robert's greedy mouth. "I'm sucking off a pre-teen" Robert thought ruefully, thinking of his younger cousins who were about this boy's age and wondering how he'd feel if some older boy finger-fucked and sucked them. That thought sent a thrill down his back and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to fuck this kid. Sliding his tongue up and down the kid's gushing tool, Robert began to formulate a plan as to how he was going to get his dick into the boy with Shannon still fucking his own ass enthusiastically. It felt great, Robert mused, but he really wanted to shove his cock into the cutie in front of him. Eventually, the boy finished his climax and, looking Robert up and down lustily as if hoping the older boy would fuck him, began to shift around so that he could get Robert's cock up his ass. Then, the most unfortunate thing happened. Shannon, apparently nearing his own climax (took him long enough) and oblivious to Robert's intentions, reached under Robert and, grasping the fifteen-year-old's throbbing tool, began to jerk it off. "Oh shit!" Robert thought immediately as his head and shoulders shot upward. "No! No! He's going to make me cum! He's going to..." Tearing his hands away from the middle school boy, Robert desperately tried to pull Shannon's hand off of his cock. He was to late. "Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkk" Robert moaned loudly, blast after blast of cum firing out of his cock and landed on the youngster who was in the process of getting up as Shannon thrust one final time into him and began to release his own seed, his hand still milking Robert's cock vigorously. "Ohhhhhhhh.... Damnnnnnnn...." he thought dazedly, his climax fogging his brain. "That was meant for the kid..." As Shannon grasped his head and turned it so the older boy could shove his tongue down Robert's throat, Robert watched helplessly out of the corner of his eye as the kid he had wanted to fuck decided that Robert was no longer able to service his needs and, getting up, walked casually down the hall and around a corner. As his cute ass went out of sight, Robert, still cumming and his tongue dancing with Shannon's own, sighed and thought to himself "Sonofabitch...." ......... If an observer had been free to wander the school and had the chance to watch all the events of one and only one room, it is without a doubt that the room chosen would have been the teacher's lounge. They'd have seen Da'Marcus eating out the ass of the nine-year-old chinese kid while Jose shoved most of his cock down the kids throat and the boy, instead of resisting, eagerly sucked the teenage meat as his little dickie spewed blast after blast of boycum over the dexterous redhead's hand as the thirteen-year-old wanked him to boygasm after boygasm. They'd have seen Ja'mell power-fucking the chubby nine-year-old while the kid moaned incoherently and Carl bobbed up and down on his little pecker while receiving blast after blast of boymilk to his face. They'd have seen the little eight year old, nearly invisible between the two massive bodies sandwiching him, cum again and again as he fucked Ryan's ass with his little pecker, no small feet, while Billy drilled his hole mercilessly and forced the kid to yelp sharply. They'd have seen everyone gather around as Billy made out with his brother Carl before fucking the youngster senseless, the brothers cumming at the same time. They'd have watched as De'Marcus, caught up in the moment, force Ja'mell to his knees before shoving his massive cock up his buddy's shitter and giving his friend a reach-around while Ja'mell turned his head and passionately kissed De'Marcus until they both exploded. They'd have observed as the thirteen-year-old red head fucked both Carl and the eight year old before Jose forced him to rim the Chinese kid while Billy blew the boy. They'd have seen a daisy chain form where each blew and fingered his neighbor. They would have watched as the older boys fucked the younger boys, the younger boys fucked the older boys, the football players fucked each other and the youngsters watch. Cocks were sucked. Asses were rimmed. Prostates where plowed. Spit and cum were swapped indiscriminately. Teen loads. Kiddie-cums. Boygasms. Hard flesh. Loud moans. Cries of ecstasy. The room hummed with sex and the boys, engaged as they had never been engaged before, loved it.