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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-TWO

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	His legs trembling and his heart racing, Dominic
knelt down, crossed himself, and whispered, "Bless me,
Father, for I have sinned.  It is four months since my
last confession, and I accuse myself of the following
sin: I have masturbated."  He could barely see the
priest on the other side of the grille, which was just
as well.  He'd never be able to look him in the face
and confess.  After today, he'd never be able to look
him in the face again, which was going to make going
to church and choir practice most difficult.
	"How often have you committed this sin?"
	"Once, twice a day.  Sometimes three."
	There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side
of the screen and Dominic shuddered.  The more times
you did it evidently made the sin more serious.  "When
did you first begin practising this sin?"
	"About three months ago.  During the Interfaith
Prayer Day for the Family at Westbank Park."
	"Why have you taken this long to confess your sin?"
	Dominic hesitated.  He'd never been asked all these
questions for any of his other sins.  Mind you, none
of his past confessions were as serious as this one. 
In the past it was stuff like taking the bigger piece
of cake at the church supper, or wishing bad thoughts
about his sister, like she'd break out in a hundred
zits.   "I've been, well, afraid to."
	"Masturbation is a most grievous sin, my son, as is
holding it from confession."
	"Yes, Father."
	"Is there anything more you would like to tell me?"
	"Oh, yeah," Dominic said, having truly forgotten the
other sin that had been on his mind this past week,
ever since he'd been told he had to go to confession. 
How did Father Henry know about it?  That was a stupid
question.  God knew.  And Father Henry talked directly
to God.  God had to have told him.  "And I have
coveted my neighbour's wife.  Well, she's not exactly
a neighbour.  She lives a few blocks away."
	"To have lustful thoughts of women is a sin in the
eyes of the Lord.  So strongly does He warn against it
that the admonishment not to covet a man's wife was
one of the Ten Commandments given to Moses."
	"Yes, Father, I know.  I haven't exactly had lustful
thoughts about her.  I've, just, well, you know, done
it with her.  I don't know if that's what covet
means."
	"Done it?"
	"You know."  Dominic squirmed uncomfortably.
	"You've had intercourse?" came the response, his
voice reflecting the incredibility of such a thing. 
When he'd asked if there was anything more the boy
wanted to say, he'd meant in regard to his confession
of having masturbated, and when he'd said he'd coveted
his neighbour's wife, he'd assumed the boy meant he
fantasized about her when he masturbated.
	"Yes."
	"Good God!"
	There was a long silence.  Assuming it was over,
Dominic concluded, "For these and all the sins of my
past life, I ask pardon of God, penance, and
absolution from you, Father."
	"Who is this woman who has lead you into this
temptation?"
	"I thought you weren't supposed to name people in
Confession."  Dominic had feared he would be asked
just such a question regarding how he'd found out
about masturbation and had come prepared.  The Guide
to Confession he'd gotten at Sunday School had said a
person did not have to name others, and he was
determined not to.  He did not want to get Cory nor
his mother in any trouble.
	"Do you not wish to save her soul?"
	"She's not Catholic."
	"What she has done is illegal in this country."
	"A priest cannot reveal what is told him in
confession."  It said that in the Guide too, so people
would not be afraid to confess.
	"And the person who lead you into the sin of
self-abuse?"
	"He's not Catholic either."
	"I can inform his minister so he can intercede on
behalf of his soul.  Or at least his father."
	"I cannot tell you.  Bu-."
	"God will be more forgiving if you do."
	"I can't.  But you could maybe meet with him."
	"You'll bring him to see me?"
	"No.  But I can tell you where you can find him."
	"Where?"
	"He sometimes hangs out at the west end of Westbank
Park, where the path makes a big S curve just after
the West Gate.  In a clearing behind the bushes, near
the freeway.  I could draw you a map.  He'll probably
be there tonight, at six.  He usually is on
Saturdays."
	"Very well.  You have done the right thing.  Say five
Our Fathers for your penance.  And you and I must have
some study sessions on Christian sexuality.  Let's say
tomorrow afternoon, at two-thirty for the first one."
	"Yes, Father.  Thank you, Father."  The priest saying
nothing further, Dominic assumed his fifteen minutes
of torture was over.  "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry
for having offended Thee and I detest all my sins
because of Thy just punishments, but most of all
because they offend Thee, my God, who are all good and
deserving of all my love.  I firmly resolve, with the
help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the near
occasions of sin.  Amen," he recited.
	"Dominus noster JesusChristus te absolvat; et ego
auctoritate ipsius te absolvo ab omni vinculo
excommunicationis et interdicti in quantum possum et
tu indiges.  Deinde, ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in
nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.  Amen. 
May the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the merits
of the Blessed Virgin Mary and of all the saints
obtain for you that whatever good you do or whatever
evil you bear might merit for you the remission of
your sins, the increase of grace and the reward of
everlasting life.  Go in peace."
	"Thank you, Father."
	Dominic didn't know how, but he managed to get to his
feet and walk out of the church without toppling over
on his wobbly legs, his week of worry and torment
over, at least just about.  A week and a half ago, the
day before Epiphany and a week after he'd had sex with
Cory's mother, Father Henry had caught him fiddling
with himself during choir practice.  He couldn't help
it.  It had become a habit, one that felt particularly
good, and he was bored.  He loved singing, and was
good at it, and he knew all his solo lines.  Having to
stand there while the rest of the choir rehearsed
their parts over and over for the special mass the
next day was dumb.
	Anyway, after practice, Father Henry had taken him
aside and had told him he'd seen what he had been
doing under his choir robe.  He tore into him with the
most angry lecture he'd ever heard, and he'd heard the
priest rant fiercely about a lot of topics, most of
them against sex now that he thought about it.  At the
time he'd demanded that he tell him how he'd found out
about what he called self-abuse, and who had gotten
him started.  When he'd refused to name names, Father
Henry had threatened to tell his father about his sin.
 Knowing from past experience dealing with young boys
on this very matter that even that wouldn't
necessarily get him the information he wanted, he
said, pretending it as an afterthought, that he'd give
him until confessionals a week from the upcoming
Saturday.  He knew full well the longer the boy waited
the greater his guilt would be and the more likely
he'd reveal the information he wanted.  
	That first Saturday Jonah Winthrop had had a similar
conversation with his father on the same topic and was
asked the same questions, though their confrontation
had been more heated.  Pastor Winthrop's solution, his
solution to all sins by all children and especially
his own, was to beat the evil, and the information,
out of him.  Despite the caning that had left raised
welts on his backside, little Jonah had not revealed
the identity of the person who had lead him into evil,
though Jonathan Winthrop had a good idea who the boy
was and had tried to make Jonah admit it.  There was
only one boy Jonah had befriended lately, and who had
pleaded for him to attend an overnight sleep over with
him.  He'd had strong reservations then, and why he'd
had a sudden change of mind and an unreasonable trust
in the boy, and had even given him a hundred dollars
to buy supper for those he'd invited to the sleep
over, he'd puzzled over for days after.  He'd finally
concluded that he had hoped his young son was having a
positive influence on the young teenager, and besides,
Thanksgiving had been only a week way.  He'd had a
moment of generosity and human kindness.  A momentary
lapse in good judgement.  Well, the boy would pay for
his sin, just as surely as Jonah would come forth with
the truth.
	Jonah had, less than a week later, as he knew he
would.  He raised his sons to fear God, and to fear
him, and he knew the beating and the pending threat of
more to come would help his son see the error of his
ways.  It always did.  Oh, Jonah didn't name names,
but he'd said where the boy would be and when, and
that was good enough.  Actually, he had to admire his
boy his loyalty and support for his friend, and his
ingenuity in revealing his identity without revealing
his name.  His boy, like all boys, might have been
born a sinner, but he'd never questioned his boy's
intelligence.
	And so it was that Father Henry, Bishop of Riverside
- South Bay Diocese, and Pastor Jonathan Winthrop of
the Riverside Evangelical Baptist Church, found
themselves approaching the same location in Westbank
Park from opposite directions on the paved walking
path, one approaching from the east and one from the
west, and, they discovered, with the same objective. 
Together they headed for the tree break that separated
the park from the freeway, and after some searching,
found the path that had been developed by daily use
through the thick bushes.  They walked quietly, intent
on surprising and apprehending the sinner on the other
side.  What they discovered was not one, but four
sinners, and who they were and what they were doing
surprised both men.
	There in the small clearing, stark naked and standing
in a circle, were Julius Gilles and three young boys,
a teenager, a preteen, and one that could be either,
all four of them as naked as Adam in the Garden, and
as if they needed proof of their guilt, all four of
them committing that very sin they had lectured
Dominic and young Jonah about.  They both knew Julius.
 He had been one of their strongest supporters in
their campaign against Bob Moser a year and ago, and
had spoken out against him on several occasions,
before and after the travesty of a trial.  That he of
all people would be joining, leading most likely,
three young impressionable boys in that disgusting and
unspeakable sin was shocking to say the least.  That
he was the one who had corrupted Dominic and Jonah was
an even greater surprise, but the evidence was there
before their very eyes, thanks to the confessions of
the two boys.
	They were in fact so surprised they stood there still
hidden in the bushes and reconsidered their actions. 
Having fully expected to find Cory Wilson, Pastor
Winthrop had been prepared to charge into the clearing
and put the fear of God into the youngster, as he
regularly did his own children and the children of his
parishioners, and then haul him off by the ear to his
father and demand the boy be punished.  He was even
prepared to offer to do the caning himself, and
expecting an argument, had even prepared a list of
reasons why the boy should be bent over, the
admonishment to spare the rod was to spoil the child
being at the top of the list.  Father Henry did not
know Cory Wilson and did not have a specific suspect
in mind, but he had expected a youth of similar age to
Dominic, and had also intended on threatening the
youngster with the wrath of God, using his sharp
tongue and skill at oratory to achieve the same effect
as Reverend Winthrop had with the willow switch or
leather strap.  He had also fully expected to coerce
the youngster to reveal the name of the wanton vixen
who had seduced young Dominic, suspecting Dominic
would have bragged about his conquest.  That the
culprit was an adult and a teacher besides, and a man
considered to be an upright citizen and a man they'd
considered an ally, was a much different matter.  The
sin of counselling young, innocent boys to engage in
the immoral practice of self-abuse and committing who
knows what other sinful acts was even more grievous
than had they been committed by a youngster, but
castigating a fellow adult who could speak for himself
and putting the fear of God into him was not as easy
as reprimanding a teenage boy.
	Julius and the boys had evidently just begun, the
four of them still limp, but as they stroked their
penises and shook them and bounced them in their
palms, they quickly grew hard.  As they began to
stroke themselves, the pleasure they were feeling was
evident in the shine of their eyes and the slight curl
of their lips.  The two clergymen had never denied
that masturbation was pleasant, though that certainly
was not something they could claim from experience. 
It was that very pleasure that made it so addictive,
and that made it so wrong.  God had never intended sex
to be a pleasure, not even between man and wife, as
Saint Paul clearly stated in the Gospels.  Anything
that distracted a person from the one true pleasure,
serving God, was wrong.  That was why engaging in sex
for pleasure was such a sin.  Reverend Winthrop could
honestly say he had intercourse with his wife only
because it was his husbandly duty and because the Lord
had commanded man to go forth and be fruitful, not
because it was a pleasure.
	Even at the distance they stood they could feel the
sexual arousal of the four as they watched, as if the
four in the clearing were sending out waves of arousal
with each stroke of their fists.  They could also
sense the physical pleasure of the four naked sinners
as if the pleasure throbbing in their stiff organs was
pulsating through the air to envelop them.  Reverend
Winthrop inhaled deeply as he felt lust filling his
body.  He was a tall, thin, severe-looking man with a
pale complexion and cold blue eyes, large ears, a
hawkish nose and sunken cheeks, looking much like the
sour-faced ministers of old who scoured the villages
and countryside for witches to burn.  He was the
fourth youngest child in a family of nine, the son of
a Baptist minister from South Carolina, and had a
strict, Spartan upbringing, just as he was bringing up
his family of seven, four boys and three girls ranging
in age from five to seventeen, with one child on the
way and hopefully another yet to be conceived.  Bishop
Henry was also from a large family, having three
brothers and three sisters, descended from Irish
immigrants in New York who amassed a fortune at the
turn of the previous century in shipbuilding and real
estate investments.  At 59 he was twenty years older
than Jonathan Winthrop and in further contrast to the
Baptist minister, he was short and plump with jowly
cheeks, a ruddy complexion, and a fringe of white hair
on each side of his head and around the back.  He was
often described as a bulldog in appearance and in
temperament.
	The two men did have several things in common.  One
was their belief in the sin of masturbation.  Another
was the belief in raising children with a firm hand
and a fear of god.  The third, at that moment, was an
overpowering and most atypical sense of arousal.  As
they stood there watching, the evident pleasure on the
faces of the four naked sinners both disgusted them
and aroused them.  As they looked upon them with
revulsion, at the same time they felt desire rising in
their hearts, and in their trousers.  They were men of
the cloth, but also of the flesh even if they did
denounce carnal pleasures.  The unnatural effect the
four masturbators were having on them was proof of the
evil and the power of pleasures of the flesh.  They
glanced at each other, and with a nod of agreement,
they strode into the clearing, bent on putting an end
to the profanity.
	With each step they found themselves becoming more
uncertain.  With each step they found their lust
rising and their resistance dropping.  Conscience
fought desire.  What the four were doing was wrong but
so tempting.  It was as if angel and demon sat on each
shoulder and wrestled for control.  Reason and logic
based on their training and upbringing and supported
by today's society fought a deeper, primeval instinct,
a base desire going back to the original sin.
	Julius Gilles saw the two men approaching, and the
indignation and disgust in their eyes, and his heart
sank.  Of all the people in Riverside to possibly
enter the clearing that day, they were the two least
expected, and the two that he most dreaded.  He knew
how the power of their positions and the eloquence of
their oratory had condemned Bob Moser before the trial
and had maintained public condemnation even after the
courts had cleared him.  He knew these two men could
destroy him with a blink of an eye his reputation
being nowhere near what Bob Moser's had been.  Unlike
Bob Moser, he was no threat to them or their beliefs,
but like Bob Moser, he could be used to further their
status and power.  And, unlike Bob Moser, he was
guilty.  Despite the pleasure throbbing through his
stiff, aching cock, a pleasure that somehow was
stronger this evening than usual, he felt ashamed and
filthy.  Not only was he engaging in a vulgar and
immoral act, but he was doing so in the company of his
three sons.  As the two clergymen struggled with the
conflict between their minds and bodies, between their
hearts and their groins, so Julius Gilles struggled
with the conflict between of immense pleasure in what
he was doing and what he knew deep in his heart was
wrong.
	The final steps were slow and ponderous, as if lust
and temptation were cement blocks tied to their feet
and weighing them down, trying to prevent them from
intervening.  They both opened their mouths to speak,
to condemn to hell fire the four sinners before them,
and their minds went blank.  They stood there, mouths
gaping, eyes sightless, minds a total blank as if they
were having a stroke, as if God had missed and had
struck them blind, deaf and mute instead of the four
sinners.  The lust that had been growing inside them
with each step they had taken doubled in intensity and
then doubled again, growing from a small candle
burning between their legs to an all-encompassing
bonfire, a burning bush that consumed their entire
bodies, consumed their souls.  They felt an immense
temptation to engage in the pleasure the man and three
boys were engaged in.  Almost every man on earth had
experienced that pleasure at least once in his life,
and they knew in most cases regularly even though none
would admit it.  It was a pleasure they had resisted
and denied themselves their entire lives.
	Colour coming back to their cheeks, at least as much
colour as there ever was in Pastor Winthrop's face,
and their eyes growing bright again as they resumed
breathing, they unzipped their trousers and slipping
their fingers inside their flies, they extracted their
already stiff cocks as if in a daze.  Each looked down
at his swollen flesh sticking up out of his fly as if
seeing it for the first time, and each slowly wrapped
his fingers about his stiff organ and began to stroke.
 Pleasure immediately throbbed through their long
neglected organs and filled their minds.  Their
response totally surprised Julius and his boys, who
had all stopped their stroking with the arrival of the
unexpected duo but who now resumed, none of them
saying a word, all of them staring at the two
clergymen now standing there with them and stroking
their swollen cocks.  Although the boys did not know
the two men, they knew who they were from the
controversy the previous year regarding Bob Moser. 
They stared at the stiff cocks of the two clergymen,
and at their fists pumping their organs.  Somehow that
they were the cocks of two men of the cloth and that
two such upright and moral citizens were engaging in
the same act of pleasure as they were made it seem all
the hotter.
	The surprise of the three boys was not lost on the
two men, nor that through their actions they were
condoning the act the six of them were engaging in. 
Despite that, the two men quivered with the pleasure
pulsating through their cocks, with the first pleasure
they'd ever felt by their own hand.  Through their
strict upbringing and beliefs that had been instilled
in them since birth, they had resisted the temptation
that practically every man and boy on earth at some
time succumbed to, and the vast majority of women
besides.  As their swollen members now throbbed in
their hands, they closed their eyes and nearly swooned
with the pleasure.  Still, despite that undeniable
pleasure, they struggled with the knowledge deep down
inside that what they were doing was morally wrong,
and that the pleasure they were feeling was the work
of Satan, not of God.
	As they watched the two clergymen masturbating, the
four Gilles's paired up, Julius and Julian, Anton and
Francois, each slipping his jerkoff hand around the
other's flesh.  There was no reason other than the
sudden impulse to stroke each other instead of
themselves and the knowledge that stroking each other
was more pleasurable than doing it separately.  Each
trembled with the throbbing delight now not just of
his own cock being massaged out of his control, but
also the stiff cock in his hands.  There was no
question their pleasure had doubled regardless of the
other knowledge nagging at the back of their minds
that a guy did not touch another guy down there. 
Father Henry and Reverend Winthrop felt the same
impulse.  If doing it to themselves felt so good, it
would have to be double the pleasure to share it with
someone else.  Unlike Julius and his sons, they
resisted Satan's temptation.
	Masturbation itself was not condemned in the Bible,
unless one extended the story of Onan to include
self-stimulation which many did, but both believed in
its sin nonetheless and had full support of their
respective churches.  Pope Paul VI in his Declaration
on Social Ethics back in 1975 had said that
masturbation constituted a grave moral disorder, that
it was an intrinsically and seriously disordered act
which reflected man's innate weakness and a corruption
of morals, and subsequent popes had supported that
Declaration.  As for Jonathan Winthrop, did not 1
Corinthians 7:4 state, "The wife hath not power of her
own body, but the husband: and likewise also the
husband hath not power of his own body, but the wife?"
 All sexual experience outside of marriage is sinful,
as are all forms of self-oriented sexual activity in
and out of marriage sinful and lustful.  Masturbation
is not pleasing to God.  It is a sin when accompanied
by sexual fantasies and impure thoughts which were
condemned by Job 31:1-2 and Matthew 5:28.  It is a sin
when it becomes habit forming.  It is impure and
unclean as stated in Galatians 5:19 and Ephesians
5:3-5.
	Both believed these teachings and each gritted his
teeth and each recited his doctrine as he fought the
temptation to copy the two pairs of sinners before
him.  Each man recited the admonishments to refrain
from succumbing to the weakness of the flesh as he
reached over and took the other's stiff, throbbing
cock in his hands, and as he unbuckled the other's
belt and unbuttoned the top button of the other's
trousers and pushed down his pants and his underwear
so as to have a better grasp of the other's organ. 
Each man quivered as he felt his cock being stroked,
as he felt the hot, throbbing desire of his swollen
flesh magnify in the hands of the other.  Emboldened
by that pleasure, they stripped each other naked to
enjoy it to its fullest, and naked, they stood there
in the clearing stroking each other's swollen, aching
cock, holding for the first time in their lives, that
private member of another man.
	As Anton and Francois leaned in toward each other and
kissed, as did Julius and Julian, again purely on
impulse, so did Father Henry and Reverend Winthrop,
impulsively and following the example of the other two
couples.  The two men leaned toward each other and
kissed, firmly and passionately on the lips, not to
see what it would be like, but because they felt a
lust and desire for each other like they had never
felt for anyone before, not even the Reverend for his
wife, nor the Bishop for his Church.  They kissed each
other a second time, the tall, thin minister and the
short, chubby priest, two most unlikely couples, and
the hot throbbing of their cocks doubled.   They
stroked each other's organs desperately now, each
stroke increasing their pleasure and urging them on. 
Thoughts and images of the beauty of the male body,
depicted in religious paintings and statues throughout
time, even in the Vatican itself, filled their minds
and their pleasure intensified still further. 
Consumed by lust, they embraced with their free arms
and kissed again.
	It was while the two men were so engaged that Jonah
and Dominic entered the clearing, and it was not until
the two boys were standing beside them that the two
lust-struck clergymen noticed the boys.  The two
quickly shucked their clothes, and already boned up,
they began to play with each other also, saying not a
word to the two clergymen, nor to the Gilles.  The
sight of the two naked youngsters, their naked pubes
and small undeveloped testicles, and their fingers
stroking each other's slender, pale uncut dicklet sent
a thrill of arousal through the two clergymen, and a
wave of disgust at their immoral reaction.  The two
boys were cherubs, pure and innocent, enjoying the
beauty of being boys, but deep seated beliefs argued
they were two sinners, caught in Satan's trap and
revelling in the sinful pleasures of the flesh.
	Continuing to frig themselves, Anton and Francois
dropped to their knees before the two newcomers and
brushing away their hands, began to suck on their
stiff, throbbing little cocklets, and Jason similarly
dropped to his knees and began to suck his father's
stiff prick.  It was a natural progression for Anton,
who knelt there in his dog collar and pierced nipples
and eagerly sucked on Dominic's cocklet.  Though he
was only four months older, Dominic's cocklet was an
inch longer than Anton's and the younger boy delighted
in the extra length and in the smooth, silkiness of
his foreskin.  He so totally loved cock that he no
longer cared who saw or who knew.  Nine-year-old
Francois, on the other hand, simply knew that messing
around with another guy brought him and the other guy
pleasure, so when he felt the impulse to suck Jonah's
little cocklet and saw his older brother take the
initiative, he followed his example.
	Justin had felt the same impulse as his two brothers
and had the same idea suddenly pop into his head. 
Unlike his two brothers, this whole business of sex
with guys was still new, and repulsive despite the
immense pleasure he often, though not always, felt in
the orgies in the park.  So he had resisted the
impulse.  Sucking a guy's cock was the most demeaning
thing you could tell a guy to do-well, that and
telling him to go fuck himself.  Besides, it was his
father for God's sake, and speaking of God, it was in
front of two clergymen.  Despite his revulsion and
everything that told him it was wrong, despite his
embarrassment and self-consciousness, he found himself
dropping to his knees and slipping his lips over his
father's cock just as his brothers were doing to
Dominic and Jonah.  Worst of all, he was finding
himself enjoying it!  He was going as nutty as his
father, whom he'd discovered was a total nutcase.
	The faces of the six beam with the full pleasure of
sexual fulfilment, and the sight causes the stiff
cocks of the two clergymen to ache with still greater
lust as they eye the boys enviously while at the same
time deep down inside long-held beliefs that such
behaviour was immoral and degenerate argued vehemently
against the desire welling up in each man's loins.  It
was wrong to touch another man in lust.  It was filthy
and sinful, an act certain to condemn one to an
eternity in hell.
	Finding his hands free, Dominic reached out and
replaced the Pastor's hand with his own and slowly
began to stroke his confessor's stiff cock.  Bishop
Henry moaned in pleasure unable to believe how
different it was to be stroked by a young boy.  To be
touched by a boy was even more sinful than being
touched by another man, increasing the priest's shock
at the pleasure he was feeling, and his disgust in
himself.  Following Dominic's lead and having had the
same thought as he had, Jonah likewise reached out and
replaced the priest's hand with his own.  It was
erotic, and weird, and in a way repulsive stroking his
father's hot, hard cock.  At five and a half inches,
it certainly felt a lot larger than Dominic's, but it
was more the fact that it was his father's that made
it seem so strange.  Jonathan Winthrop found it just
as strange, and he quivered with the new delight, at
the same time feeling greater disgust and filthiness
than he'd ever felt before.  My God, it was his son
stroking his organ!  "The husband hath not power of
his own body, but the wife."  But his wife had never
brought him as much pleasure as his son was at that
moment.
	As difficult as it might be to believe, neither man
had ever masturbated before, not even as a youth. 
Both had been raised from infancy to believe it was a
sin, a sign of weakness, a perversion, something to
warn youth about, something to prevent youth from
engaging in, something to make men feel guilty about
doing.  Now they trembled and sighed with a pleasure
neither man knew possible, a pleasure far beyond what
they could have ever imagined.  Pastor Winthrop felt
his balls begin to tighten and the familiar tension in
his groin that until that day he had associated with
engaging in intercourse with his wife.  Father Henry
marvelled at a delight he'd never felt before in his
fifty-nine years as a strange and mysterious ache in
his loins made him begin thrusting his hips to and fro
and a mad desire to satisfy the need to satisfy it.
	Their breathing became deeper and more laboured,
until at last they quivered with the delight of
ejaculation, the first ejaculation for either man by
the hand of another, the first by any means for Father
Henry.  The two young boys grasped the hot, throbbing
cocks of the two men in their hot little hands as the
two men spurted out their cum, their hot, thick seed
lacing the smooth chests of the two boys.  Shot after
shot erupted from full, mature, hairy balls, spurting
stream after stream of thick, creamy cum that struck
their young masturbator's chests and oozed down their
smooth bodies.  The men gasped and quivered with the
pleasure throbbing through their swollen cocks, and
throbbing through their minds, and the two young boys
delighted in their climax as much as they did.
	"Well, well, well. What have we here?"
	The eight of them were all so engaged they had not
noticed Bob Moser step into the clearing and stride
over to where they were.  The Gilles family of course
was not surprised to see him, and as the three boys
ceased their sucking and looked up at him, they and
their father felt both a surge of arousal knowing that
he would be joining them, and a sinking feeling of
dread as they feared just what he might expect them to
do.  Standing there stark naked, their stiff cocks
dripping with their cum and still held by the hot
little fists of the two boys they had just sprayed,
the two clergymen were suddenly filled with guilt and
shame which quickly replaced their unbelievable lust. 
Of all people to have caught them at their moment of
greatest weakness, it had to be Bob Moser.
	At six-foot-two and two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, he
was always an impressive man, and he was even more
impressive as he stood there before them with his
hands on his hips and a smirk on his face, the look of
man who'd just caught two children with their hands in
the cookie jar.  He had perhaps added a few pounds
since they'd last seen him, the result of his passion
for beer and rich food, his salt and pepper goatee had
perhaps a bit more salt, and his long, grey-streaked
hair, tied back in a pony tail, was perhaps a bit
longer.  His deep blue eyes were the same, filled with
confidence, a self-satisfied merriment, and the same
contempt for them as the day he'd been found not
guilty.
	"I ... ah  . . .  this isn't  . . . ," floundered
Bishop Henry.
	"Yes  . . .  it  . . .  we  . . . ," mumbled Pastor
Winthrop just as intelligibly.
	"Let's see what we have here.  Beyond all reasonable
doubt immoral behaviour, obviously counselling
youngsters to perform indecent acts, child
molestation," he said, his blue eyes twinkling as he
listed the very charges the two men had raised against
him.  "What, no drugs?" he asked as he looked around,
referring to the additional accusation he was selling
drugs to children.  "Ah, where is the media when you
need it?" Bob observed with a merry grin as he glanced
around again.  "I'm sure they will be most interested
in learning about this little romp in the park."  He
looked over at Julius.  "And knowing what an upright,
decent citizen you are, and I'm sure what a fine
witness you will be, I know you and you sons will be
most willing witnesses to the immoral and criminal
acts of these two fine gentlemen today."
	Julius's heart could sink no further.  This was the
blackest day of his life.  Of course he would be a
willing witness.  He would do and say anything to stop
Bob Moser from revealing other things about him,
things even worse than engaging in sex with his oldest
son and masturbating in public, the only two things
the two clergymen could, and would, accuse him of in
their upcoming trial.  That was absurd.  Those were
the minor sins he was guilty of!  As it was, they
would be enough to end his career as a teacher, and
crush his aspirations to teach at RGAB.  They would
have to move.  Once it was revealed what he'd done
he'd never be able to face people in this city again,
and nor would his family, especially his three boys
whose behaviour would also be revealed.  He chuckled. 
At least the torture of these past four months was
over. 
	"I'm sure we, ah, I would hope we could discuss
this," Father Henry began.
	"Yes, we wouldn't want to, ah, well, it would be most
difficult for, ah, the boys, if, ah, we went to the
media, or the courts," stumbled Pastor Winthrop,
thinking of course more of himself and his ministry
than his second-youngest son.
	"You want me to keep quiet."
	"Things are, well, there is an explanation," Father
Henry replied, hoping to bluff the man but knowing in
his heart it was unlikely.  If there was an
explanation, he certainly didn't have it.
	"What do you want?" Jonathan Winthrop asked bluntly. 
He knew human nature, and he knew every man had a
price, even Bob Moser.  He also knew there was no
other way out of the embarrassing situation he and the
priest were in.  This was all Jonah's fault.  The boy
would pay.
	"You want to negotiate."
	"Yes."
	"Well, for starters, Reverend Winthrop, why don't you
negotiate with this?" Bob asked, pulling down his fly
and extracting his monster seven-inch cock.  Winthrop
stared at the stiff organ, a good inch and a half
longer than his own.  "Come, come, let's put that
tongue to better use than talking, which you seem to
have trouble with at the moment anyway."
	Knowing from their past relationship that Bob Moser
would and could dictate the terms of any agreement,
Jonathan Winthrop knew he had no choice.  Bob's
obscene demand only confirmed his opinion that the man
was a pervert and an aging, morally-deprived hippie,
Jonathan Winthrop dropped to his knees and ran his
tongue over the man's cock.  A shudder of revulsion
passed up his spine and his skin turned to gooseflesh.
 Bob Moser would pay for this indignity.  As the
Reverend ran his tongue up Bob's shaft, Jonah and
Dominic stared at the size of the man's cock.  It was
longer than Kenneth's, and fatter, the biggest cock
they'd ever seen.  As Jonathan Winthrop slipped his
lips over the man's fat knob and began to suck, Jonah
felt a perverse satisfaction seeing his father sucking
another man's cock and knowing how embarrassed and
disgusted his father was feeling.
	"Henry, you can put your eloquent tongue to good use
too.  Lick up the mess you two made on these young
boys that you made jack you off."
	Dominic and Jonah stared at Bob, half expecting him
to be struck by lightning.  Not Father Henry, nor
Bishop Henry, just Henry.  Never had Dominic heard
anyone speak with such irreverence to the man that
normally struck fear into everyone's hearts.
	Father Henry wanted to object.  He and Reverend
Winthrop had not made the two boys do anything.  As
for what had happened, his ejaculation had come as a
total surprise.  He had no idea a man spurted so
forcefully or so far.  He knew however that he was in
no position to argue, and he certainly did not want to
anger the man.  He reluctantly dropped to his knees
before Dominic.  What the man wanted him to do was
foul, so foul that it wasn't even described as a sin
in the Bible.  Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over
the boy's smooth chest, licking up the slimy goo.  It
was salty and bitter and the sliminess was disgusting.
 It was just punishment for the sin he had committed. 
With that in mind, seeing his debasement as God's
punishment for the immoral act he'd committed, he ran
his tongue up Dominic's chest again, licking his
bitter seed off the boy's chest.
	Dominic could not believe what was happening, nor the
arousal he was feeling.  Father Henry, who had torn
into him for playing with himself, was kneeling there
stark naked and licking his cum off his chest, and he
was going to be licking Reverend Winthrop's cum off
Jonah.  His young, slender cocklet was sticking
straight up in the air and aching like mad, and as the
priest's tongue ran over his chest it jerked with
arousal.  He noticed Jonah was stiff too as the boy
stood there watching along with the Gilles's.
	Jonathan Winthrop and Father Henry could not believe
what was happening either.  They had never felt so
embarrassed nor humiliated in their lives, nor so
degraded.  The acts they were engaged in were filthy
and immoral.  To suck a man's penis was demeaning and
degenerate, and to lick your seed off the body of a
young teenage boy was a scene you would expect to see
in hell.  Yet, despite their revulsion and
humiliation, they found what they were doing erotic. 
Their cocks had gone limp but were beginning to swell
once more.  That was even more disturbing than the
acts they were engaged in.  How could they feel desire
performing such immoral, filthy acts?  What work of
the devil was at play here?  Julius and the boys, whom
Bob Moser had said were his sons, had been in a
circle.  Was this some sort of cursed place, a place
of devil worship?  Julius Gilles's middle boy looked
like he might be a Satanist with his studded dog
collar and pierced nipples.  How else could they
explain their delight in doing what they were doing?
	Delight was a mild word to describe how they were
feeling.  Pastor Winthrop once again felt a growing
lust as he sucked on the thick, filthy cock in his
mouth, not reluctantly or out of coercion, but eagerly
and hungrily.  He slipped his lips up and down the
length of the man's throbbing cock as far as he could
with growing passion.  His cock was delicious. 
Sucking him was thrilling.  A man could feel no
greater pleasure than that of having another man's
cock in his mouth, than bringing another man pleasure,
than bringing him off.  His body tensed with his ache
for his cock, and his own cock rose and throbbed in
arousal.  He could not believe the thoughts in his
mind!  They were perverted and filthy.  They were the
thoughts of a catamite.  How could he have such
thoughts and feelings so totally opposite to what he
ever felt, to what he always preached?  Satan had to
have taken control of his mind.
	Bishop Henry felt the same as he ran his tongue over
Jonah's chest, licking his father's slime from his
smooth, young body, his little cocklet jerking and
wagging with obviously sinful arousal while his own
cock rose once again in lust and desire.  How could
licking up the spilled seed of another man bring him
such a feeling of lust?  How could the sight of a
young seven-year-old boy's arousal cause his own
member to throb and ache?  How could licking the slime
from the Pastor's son before his very eyes fill him
with such carnal delight?  Never had he had such
thoughts and feelings in his life.  It could only be
the work of Satan.
	Bob Moser grasped Pastor Winthrop's head and warned
him that he was going to cum.  Even with the warning,
the Reverend was not prepared for the copious and
rapid gush of hot, thick semen that quickly filled his
mouth.  He swallowed the foul slime and as it hung in
the back of his throat he felt like puking.  He was
swallowing the man's foul, slimy seed.  It flowed over
his tongue and out the corners of his mouth to form a
perverse goatee about his chin.  The thoughts of lust
and desire that had filled his mind a moment ago were
replaced with revulsion and humiliation as he knelt
there before the Gilles and Father Henry and his son
and the other young boy, his chin dripping with the
man's slime.
	"Not bad," Bob pronounced as he withdrew his stiff
cock.  "But I think you need more practice.  Let's see
if you can't do better with Justin.  And while the
good Reverend is sucking off the boy, let's see what
sort of blow job you can give his father," he added,
looking over at Father Henry.
	The two clergymen knew they had no choice.  Dismayed
and filled with thoughts of perversion, guilt and
shame, they knelt there in the grass and slipped their
lips over the stiff cocks of Julius Gilles and his son
Justin and began to suck.  It was a strange sight, the
short, portly priest on his knees and his jowls
flapping as he bobbed his head back and forth and
sucked on the stiff, throbbing cock of the hairy
forty-four-year-old teacher and father of five.  Just
as unthinkable was the austere, thin Reverend naked
and on his knees sucking the stiff cock of the teenage
boy.  His eyes reflected his shame, humiliation and
disgust as he performed the filthy act.  Julius and
Julian felt as embarrassed and as dirty having their
cocks sucked by the two men, but they knew it was
pointless to disagree with Bob Moser, and in reality,
getting sucked off by the two clergymen in front of
Bob Moser and the others was mild compared to some of
the things they'd been forced to do.  Actually,
neither found the act particularly pleasant, not
compared to how elated they'd felt doing some of those
other things, and that bothered them even more.  Had
they become so jaded that the perversion they were
engaged in seemed normal?  It was with that thought
that they shot off in the mouths of the two men of
God.
	The ordeal of the two clergymen was not yet over as
the two men were told to suck off Anton and Francois,
both of whom were standing there with their slender
cocks stiff as nails. As they slipped their mouths
over those slender, young cocks and began to suck and
slide their lips and up and down their throbbing
shafts, they found it far different from sucking off
the boys' father and older brother.  For one their
cocks were much shorter and they were able to engulf
them totally in their mouths.  Their slender
three-inch cocks reflected their young age, and that
they were sucking the stiff cocks of two preteen boys
made the act all the filthier and all the more
humiliating.  After years of castigating young boys
for having impure thoughts and for succumbing to the
temptation of self-abuse, they were now engaging in an
illegal and even more immoral act with two preteen
boys, in the presence of the boys' father.  The
obvious pleasure of the two boys made it all the more
sinful, and as the two boys shuddered and grasped
their heads tightly with their orgasms, Anton
squirting his thin, watery preteen cum into Reverend
Winthrop's mouth and Francois trembling with his dry
orgasm, the two clergymen were racked with guilt and
shame for bringing such sexual pleasure to the two
youngsters.
	They turned their attention finally to the two boys
who were responsible for them being there, Bishop
Henry shuffling over to young Dominic on his knees and
Reverend Winthrop shuffling over to suck his own son. 
Now truly filled with remorse and shame as he slipped
his lips down the slender, silky shaft of his choir
boy and parishioner, the priest had no idea how he was
going to explain to the boy why he'd done what he'd
done there in the park that day.  How does a man
explain that he performed such filthy and perverted
acts to save his own reputation and position?  How
does a fifty-nine-year-old Bishop explain to a young
choir boy that he can be bullied by a man he'd envied
and had helped to falsely accuse of crimes and sins
that he was now committing?  As he sucked on the young
boy's cocklet he had no answers, his mind filled only
with humiliation and disgust.
	Pastor Winthrop's shame and guilt were even greater
than that of the Catholic priest's.  He was sucking
the dicklet of his seven-year-old son, the boy he'd
caned for touching himself, the boy he claimed to have
been born a sinner, as are all boys, and needed
discipline to stop him from straying.  What about
himself?  What greater sinner can there be than a man
who engages in a filthy, perverted act of sex with his
own son, with a boy who is still a child?  How was he
going to explain to the boy that he'd engaged in such
a perverted, immoral act to protect his own hide?  How
could he explain to the boy that he'd succumbed not
just to his filthy, base feelings of lust, but also to
pride?  How could he look the boy in the eyes again
after having had the boy's dick in his mouth, after
his son had seen him suck the filthy cocks of three
others before him?  How could God punish him so? 
Filled with embarrassment and humiliation as he sucked
on the slender, silky cocklet of his son, like the
Catholic priest, he had no answers.
	The two boys quivered with delight as their young,
slender cocklets throbbed and their loins ached.  No
matter how often they felt the burning itch of their
dick heads or the numb throbbing of their slender
shafts, they marvelled at the wild sensation and
delighted in the fact that they were boys and able to
experience such a thing.  Having his tender dicklet
sucked by his priest added a whole new dimension to
the experience for Dominic.  It was far different from
having it sucked by Kenneth, the experiences with him
being augmented by the love the two boys felt for each
other.  With the priest it was pure and simple sex,
and that it was strictly sex and with a priest made it
all the hotter in the young boy's mind.  Jonah had
gotten his first blow job from Julius the day he'd
discovered Julius and Lad screwing in that very same
clearing, and since then he'd had his little dicklet
sucked by Kenneth at Cory's party, but neither felt
the same as being sucked off by his dad who only a
week ago had caned his behind for playing with his
dick.  He knew his father was not doing it willingly,
and as he looked down at his father as he slid his
lips up and down his slender, silky cocklet he felt a
strange sense of satisfaction.
	Things were very different than they had been a week
ago when they'd both been accused of sinning and had
been ordered to reveal the name of the person who had
corrupted them under the threat of eternal damnation,
and in Jonah's case, another caning besides.  Filled
with guilt and remorse over doing what every boy does
and knowing not what to do, they had finally sought
out Cory, strictly by coincidence at the same time. 
They found him at Westbank Park talking to the
groundskeeper, Bob Moser, whom both boys knew only by
reputation, the false one spread by adults, and the
true one spread by the youth who knew the real man.
	Two months earlier, the second week of November, Bob
had finally decided to find out just who the German
Shepard that was screwing Gilles belonged to and why
he irregularly showed up at the park.  So, instead of
rendezvousing with the Gilles the Tuesday of that
week, he'd hung back and watched the path and the tree
line.  Of course he saw Cory and Anthony heading for
the trees with the dog just shortly before six and
disappearing in the bushes, and then emerging back out
of the bushes with the dog after the Gilles's had
jogged off and were out of sight.  Evidently not only
were the boys purposefully bringing the dog to the
clearing to screw Gilles, but they were staying and
watching besides!  Which of course meant the days he
and Lane were there with the dog, they were also
watching them!  He chuckled with the realization, and
wisely decided to keep it his secret.
	Two days later, the day he'd had Julius's boys whip
his ass because he and his boys were late having had
to go over to Jacob Schuller's, Lad had not been there
and he'd not seen the boys, so he assumed, incorrectly
he later discovered, that the boys only showed up when
they brought their dog.  He'd also assumed,
incorrectly, that they were just out walking their dog
and dropping by the clearing was of secondary
importance and hence sporadic.  The first Saturday in
December, the day of the big soccer loss to Weaver
Central High School and the day he'd made Julius lick
Lad clean after fucking his ass and his boys beg to
get screwed, he'd circled around and hidden in
shrubbery at the top of the hill where the path made
an S curve and spotted Cory emerging from bushes along
with Lad a few minutes later just as he'd expected,
this time without his friend.
	He'd intercepted him, and after a vehement denial
until Bob convinced him he was not angry but instead
admired him, he admitted he purposefully brought Lad
there on occasion, alone, or with the dog's owner or
another of his close buddies.  He also revealed that
he or his buddies had videotaped almost every event. 
Cory had been the source of the pictures Bob had used
the following day to ensure the cooperation of Julius
and Julian on that day and in the future.
	And it had been on that day that he had realized Cory
had to be doing more than just bringing Lad by. 
Although Lad had not been there that Sunday, he knew
Cory, knowing Julius was going to bring Julian, would
have come by to witness the humiliation of his hated
teacher and his oldest son, something Bob could
understand considering his own feelings regarding the
two.  It had been while he was humiliating the two of
them that he got the sense he was not acting alone. 
He'd had scat ideas before, and in fact had fantasized
a number of scenarios involving those who had wronged
him and their loved ones, but that evening he'd found
himself coming up with totally new ideas, and he had
found his enjoyment at a level higher than he'd ever
enjoyed anything before.  Most surprising and
mysterious of all though, was the immense pleasure
Julius Gilles had taken in performing his role.  For a
man to suddenly take such delight in eating shit and
drinking piss was not natural.  Cory had to be
responsible.  He was not sure how the boy had
accomplished it, but it had to have something to do
with the strange headband he wore.  At any rate, he
certainly admired the boy for his ingenuity, and for
his filthy mind.
	That was what they were talking about when Dominic
and Jonah had shown up.  They had waited until he had
gone to inform Cory what had happened, and of their
remorse and guilt, and especially of their fear that
come the following Saturday, they would be forced to
reveal his identity.  Cory, knowing how Bob felt about
the two clergymen, had immediately turned around and
with the two younger boys, had found him and explained
the situation.  He, of course, was more than happy to
collaborate with Cory and the two boys on a solution
that would not only resolve the boys' guilt trip and
their problem, but would also help him get his
revenge, and allow Cory to exercise his dirty mind to
help his two young friends.  Standing there now and
seeing his two prime accusers kneeling in shame and
embarrassment as they committed a sin they had
wrongfully accused him of committing, Bob Moser felt
very good.
	Dominic and Jonah were feeling very good at that
moment also.  Their little dicklets were burning with
irritation and the pressure in their loins was rapidly
developing to that explosive point that both boys had
come to know and to desire.  Father Henry and Reverend
Winthrop were feeling very good also.  Much to their
shame and embarrassment, they'd found themselves
gradually filling with lust once again.  As they'd
sucked on the slender little dicklets and felt them
throbbing between their lips, they remembered their
own pleasure as the two boys had jacked them off and
they knew the pleasure the two young boys had to now
be feeling.  Just as the boys had been the cause of
their pleasure, now they were the cause of the boys'
pleasure.
	That was only just, and so they began to suck on the
little dicklets and to work their lips up and down
their shafts in earnest and with the express purpose
of pleasing the two boys, and, they had to admit,
pleasing themselves in the process.  The silky feel of
little boy foreskin, the taste of young boy cock, the
smell of their little, dangling balls and sharing in
the lust throbbing through their young bodies and that
made their little dicklets hard as nails, there was
nothing that could bring a man greater pleasure.  So
as Dominic ran his fingers through the white fringe of
hair and grasped the head of his sucker as he groaned
with his dry orgasm and his thigh quivered
uncontrollably, the Catholic priest quivered with
equal delight in having brought the young choir boy
and parishioner to his orgasm.  And as young Jonah
trembled and gasped with his orgasm and thrust his
little cocklet in and out of his father's mouth,
Reverend Winthrop quivered with the joy of engaging in
man-boy sex and with the delight of bringing his son
that exquisite pleasure that even seven-year-old's can
and should know.

*****

Thanks to Bob for suggesting the action in this
chapter, and Absalom's agreement and suggestions
regarding the involvement of Dominic.  What else would
you like to see happen?  What further fun and havoc
can Cory create with his growing awareness of the
power of his great-grandfather's headband?  Have you
ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, and the WCHS gang. 
Player characters created by readers so far are
Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson,
Jacob Schuller and Benji Gilles with a supporting cast
of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole Halder, Molly and
Trang, Nick Dawson, Elijah Dean, and of course Lad,
Rocky, Shep and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.


	

	
		
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