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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 04:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-SIX

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Slipping the note out of his pocket, Anton slowly
unfolded it and read it for the tenth time.  "If you
want to have some real fun, meet me in the can at
11:50."  It was unsigned.  He'd found it wedged inside
his locker when he'd arrived at school that Monday
morning.  He glanced around at his classmates
furtively, trying not to be noticed.  Nobody was
paying the slightest attention to him.  It had to be
someone from another class, maybe even another grade. 
But who?  It could be almost anyone.  As for what they
meant by "real fun," he had a pretty good idea.  He
hadn't actually been that secretive when he'd been
checking the guys out in the can.  For the hundredth
time that morning he weighed the pros and cons of
responding.  It could be a joke, and he'd be the butt
of it.  Guys loved to tease other guys, and just
because they were attending a private school didn't
make any difference despite all the crap to their
parents about their code of conduct.  It could be a
set up.  Guys who did stuff with guys weren't exactly
well liked, especially by junior high boys, and
especially by junior high boys at the Royal Glencoe
Academy for Boys.  It could have been someone who had
been offended he'd checked him out at the urinal, or
him and a group of his friends, or just someone who
didn't like boys who liked boys and heard about him. 
He could get hurt.  Or, it could be for real.  Surely
he was not the only student at RGAB who liked boys. 
Maybe it was a boy who saw him checking him out and
wanted to go further.  It could be the beginning of a
real friendship.  He slowly raised his hand.
	Nobody was allowed to leave the room ten minutes
before the end of a class, especially ten minutes
before noon, and old Arnold Penhold, his mathematics
teacher, enforced the rules rigidly.  He'd probably
been on the very first staff of the school he'd been
teaching there for so long, and probably helped come
up with the rules himself.  Stern with short white
hair, bushy eyebrows and steely, grey eyes that looked
at you but didn't seem to see you, rigid and unbending
as a steel post and just as thin as one, and boring as
hell, his chances of leaving the room were zero. 
Whoever had asked him to leave at that time couldn't
have known whose class he'd be in.
	He was right.  He was refused instantly, the request
barely out of his mouth, despite the fact it was not
something he'd ever requested before and he was a
model student, and excellent at mathematics.  It
wasn't until in desperation he'd said he thought he
was going to throw up, and to be perfectly honest, he
was so filled with anxiety he probably could have.  He
still didn't think he'd be allowed, despite what was a
perfectly good reason, but to his surprise he was
allowed to leave.  His heart pounding furiously, he
hurried down the hall, being sure not to run as that
was also against the rules and he did not have the
time to stop and be reprimanded.  He paused as he
stepped up to the door to the boys washroom, his heart
now so high in his chest you'd have seen it if you
looked in his mouth, and for a second almost chickened
out, but having gone that far, he swallowed hard and
took a chance.  This could be good.  As he stepped
into the washroom, he could not believe his good
fortune.  Standing there at the last urinal was
Alastair Simms, one of the most gorgeous grade seven
boys in the school.
	"So, you got my note."
	"Yeah," Anton croaked.  His mouth was dry.  He could
not believe this.
	"So, you wanna suck it?" Alastair asked, jerking a
thumb at his crotch as he looked at him with those
beautiful hazel eyes, the same colour as his curly,
thick hair that he wore combed over his forehead in a
bang and down over his ears to his earlobes.  It had
sort of a golden sheen to it, natural, not highlights,
just as his eyes had little gold flecks.
	Alistair still had his cock in his pants but Anton
had checked him out several times this past month. 
His cock was beautiful too, three inches, the same
length soft as his was hard, and almost milk white
with the longest foreskin he'd ever seen that Alistair
pulled back just far enough to expose his peehole when
he took a leak.  He bet he had a gorgeous knob. 
"Sure."
	Alistair pulled down the fly of his tan shorts and
slipped his fingers inside. Mesmerized by the soft,
pink tube of flesh as it was pulled out of his fly,
Anton felt his heart begin to race again but this time
for a very different reason.  Alastair looked up at
him.  "It's all yours," he said.  The smugness and
superiority in his voice were reflected in his eyes. 
	Anton had forgotten the fourth possibility, guys who
despised guys like him but used them for their sexual
pleasure all the same.  He knew from Alistair's tone
he should refuse, say he was joking, something, but
the thought of sucking that delicious, pink wiener was
just too pleasant. "Let's go in one of the stalls."
	"Told ya he was a faggot.  You owe me a twenty." 
Anton's heart sank.  He knew that voice.  Stepping
down off the toilet where he'd been crouching, Jason
stepped out of the last stall.  The door to all the
stalls had been open and Anton had assumed they'd been
empty.
	"He hasn't sucked it yet."
	"He will.  Anton loves sucking cock.  And getting it
shoved up his ass, don't you Anton?"
	Jason knew very well that he did.  Jason knew more
about him than anyone else alive, even more than his
own parents and his own brothers.  They'd been best
buddies once, going back to even before they started
school together.  Jason's parents and his parents were
close friends and they used to do everything together.
 Then just after Jason had accompanied him to Cory
Wilson's birthday party for Dominic Jason had stopped
coming over to see him.  They'd both done sex stuff at
the party, but he knew Jason had not done so
willingly, and had wrestled with his feelings ever
since even though Jason had never mentioned the party
or anything since then, and he'd been too afraid to
bring it up.
	"Well I ain't shoving my cock up no stinkin' shitty
ass," Alastair observed.
	"So, go on, get on your knees and suck him," Jason
said roughly, giving his former best buddy a shove. 
"That's what you came hoping to do."
	Anton had, and both boys knew it.  Why else would
anyone respond to such a note?  And he'd said right
there in front of them he wanted to suck it.  "Not
here," he said meekly.  "Please.   The bells gonna go
any minute."
	"Yeah, here, right here," Jason said.  "Screw the
bell.  Everyone in the school knows you're a fucking
fag."
	The school bell rang for the noon break.
	"Please.  Not now.  Everyone will be coming in to use
the washroom."
	"So big deal.  Bet you half of them will stay to get
a blow job too," Jason sneered, "and bet you'd love
it."
	How could Jason act so cruel?  They'd been the best
of friends.  It wasn't as if he wanted to do the
things that he'd done at Cory's, or that he'd wanted
to get Jason involved.  It had been Cory who had
invited him, and Jason who had accepted.  He had
nothing to do with it.  The door to the washroom
opened.
	"So, the fag showed up like you said he would."  It
was Dennis Freeman, Jason's cousin.  Dennis was a year
older and in Grade 8.
	"Told yas he was a flamin' faggot like his father and
big brother," observed Rudy Rabb from behind Dennis as
he glanced back at the boys pushing in behind them. 
He'd heard his older brother talking to Dennis's
brother on the phone last Wednesday about what they'd
done over at the Economy Inn to Goosey Gilles and his
three sons and how they had to win the game against
San Jose High that Saturday, which they'd done.
	"So let's get on with the fag gang bang," said
Dennis.  "We only got an hour for lunch.  I get him
first."
	"Hey, no way.  I do," objected Alastair.
	"Why you?"
	"I was the bait."
	"Okay, I get him second."
	"Why you?" asked Rudy.
	"Why not?"
	"Because I should get him second.  I'm the one who
told you about my brother's and your brother's
conversation."
	"So?"
	"Why don't you have a contest?" suggested Jason.
	"Like what?"
	One thing Jason had was a good imagination.  That,
and a cruel streak, and the fact he could think fast
on his feet.  "Stand over there, against the wall," he
ordered Anton, giving him a shove, and Anton numbly
obeyed.  This was his worst nightmare.  "Now open your
mouth."  He did.  It didn't really matter what Jason
had in mind.  "Okay, now any who wants to get blown by
the faggot line up behind each other here," he said,
scuffing a line on the bathroom tile with the sole of
his shoe ten feet away.  "Whoever gets the most gobs
of spit in his mouth from here, goes first, who gets
the second most goes third, and so on."
	"Sounds fair to me," said Eddie Fairchild as he
pushed through the group of boys. Eddie was known by
all his classmates in grade seven for three things: 
his huge brain, his huge cock, and his spitting
accuracy.  Alistair and Dennis were about to object,
but time was pushing on.
	And so they lined up, four abreast and began to spit.
 Thick, juicy gobs as only junior high boys can hack
up flew through the air, striking Anton's forehead to
ooze down and hang in a pendant from his eyebrow,
striking his nose and oozing down the length to hang
from the tip, like a booger someone observed to the
laugher of the others, landing in his hair and his
ears, splattering against his school tie, his burgundy
jacket, his tan shorts, and even his exposed knees,
and of course, a fair number in his mouth, Eddie not
being the only marksmen.  In all, sixteen managed to
hit him somewhere in their first round.  By the end of
the second round they were clearly divided into four
groups, from smallest group to largest, those who
could strike him in the face, those who managed to
fling a gob above the waist, those who hit him below,
and those who couldn't get that far the second round. 
	"Hey, wait a minute guys," Dennis interrupted. 
Stepping up to Anton, he groped his slimy crotch,
careful to avoid the goobers of spit that had struck
him there.  "I thought so.  Look at the faggot's
pussy!  He's getting a boner!"
	"What a wimp!"
	"Getting spit on is turning him on."
	"That's sick."
	"That's a faggot for you."
	"Eww, gross!"
	"Strip."  Anton looked up at Eddie shamefully. 
"Com'on, we wanna see you get a boner," he said. 
"Besides, you don't wanna get your school clothes all
soaked with spit."
	It was a bit too late for that, but in the hope his
clothes would dry before classes resumed, Anton
stripped, revealing that under his clothes he was
wearing his dog collar and nipple rings, and his cock
ring.  The spit flew with renewed energy, striking his
nipples and oozing down his chest, oozing down his
flat belly, and a few goobers, some intentional,
striking his rapidly swelling cock and his balls,
causing him to grow all the faster.  By the end of the
fourth round he was drenched with thick, slimy goobers
and the suckoff order had been established.  Eddie, to
nobody's surprise, had ended up with four straight
goobers in Anton's mouth, followed by Mason, a grade
niner who had three direct hits and the fourth
splatting up Anton's nostrils and oozing back out to
ooze over his upper lips and into his gaping mouth, a
strike that brought cheers and more than a few gags of
disgust from his admirers.
	And so the sucking began, Eddie pulling out his
stiff, six-inch cock, which for a twelve-year-old
grade seven student was a monster everyone envied, and
stepping forward to claim his prize.  That the fag
target had not been the only one to have boned up in
the process nobody seemed to notice, and at least
nobody mentioned.  Half of them in the crowded
washroom were in the same condition.  Anton had seen
Eddie's stiff before, the boy having popped a boner
more than once in the locker room and in the showers,
aware that he had a prize to be envied, and of course
claiming his condition was the result of thinking
about his girlfriend who attended Gladys Harper
Private School for Girls, or the result of having been
thinking about how he'd "done" her on the weekend,
claims none of the boys questioned, and all of them
believed.  Eddie was an exceptional athlete and good
looking, two traits that girls looked for in boys.
	Knowing there was not a thing that he could do about
the situation, Anton knelt there before the crowd of
boys and slipped his mouth over Eddie's knob.  He
began to suck as he slowly descended, easing his lips
down the slender preteen shaft, making the best of a
bad situation.  If he had to suck cock in front of his
friends and classmates, he might as well enjoy it. 
Jason was quick to point out how eager Anton was, and
how there could be no doubt that he was a fag from the
way he was able to go down on Eddie's monster.  Of
course what the boys did not know was that Eddie's
cock was not the longest that Anton had ever sucked,
and far from the thickest.  Nor did they know the
extensive experience he had or just how deeply he
desired cock.  Eddie was about to get a quality blow
job that many men will never get in their entire
lives.
	The twelve-year-old stud muffin, who had only begun
seriously jerking off that summer, and especially the
last two months since he'd begun to go out with Sarah
Thompson, the daughter of one of the city's most
prominent and influential lawyers, which was about a
month before he'd squirted for the first time.  He
could not believe how hard his cock felt, nor how
powerfully it was throbbing, way more than when he
used his hand.  Nor could he believe how badly he
wanted to squirt, even more badly than when he
snuggled up to Sarah on the sofa when they watched
videos together.  He squirmed and tensed as Anton ran
the tip of his tongue over his knob and along the
sensitive rim, and he almost collapsed in sweet agony
when Anton flicked the tip of his tongue at his
peehole.  Anton was good, and in his lust for cock and
his determination to enjoy the ordeal he was being put
through, he used every technique and trick that Bob
Moser and Billy Dean had taught him, and several that
he'd found on the Internet that even Bob and Billy did
not know about.
	His efforts were rewarded several minutes later as
Eddie tensed even more than he'd been doing and
announced that he was going to squirt, not in warning
but in awed delight.  His thin, watery preteen load
raced up the core of his cock and spurted out the
opening with the force that only a preteen can manage,
striking the roof of Anton's mouth and squirting
directly down his throat.  Still unaccustomed to all
the effects of ejaculation, Eddie grasped Anton's head
for support as his thighs went weak and his loins went
numb.  It was his most powerful and most delightful
ejaculation yet.  His blood-engorged cock throbbed and
the rim and peehole burned with an intensity that
caused him to close his eyes and openly moan with
ecstasy.  When he finally stepped back, his cock still
stiff and now glistening with spittle and with a final
thin pendant of cum hanging from the tip, his chest
was heaving and he had an ecstatic, dazed look in his
eyes.
	Mason immediately stepped up to claim his reward for
coming in second place.  Although two years older than
Eddie, the fourteen-year-old's cock was almost an inch
shorter, still large in the eyes of the preteen and
early teen crowd of boys.  Also unlike Eddie, he'd
been whacking off to pictures of his father's Playboy
and girly magazines for the past two years, and he'd
been coming regularly several times a day ever since
that summer.  He was uncertain if he'd like being
sucked off by a boy, but after a minute having his
stiff cock serviced by Anton he knew that he'd be
seeking out the weird twelve-year-old again.  His cock
throbbed and his loins ached to get off a load with a
force far greater than he'd ever felt looking at girly
magazines or fantasizing about his female classmates
or the teen singer Hilary Duff.  In fact the last
minute was spent in total disbelief that getting
sucked off by a guy could possibly be so hot, and he
was so surprised that by the time he realized he was
about to shoot his stuff he didn't have enough time or
presence of mind to warn Anton.  With his experience,
Anton had a good idea from the way a guy's cock
stiffened and the telltale throb of the big vein under
his dick when that moment was going to arrive.  When
Mason came, he delightfully swallowed his thick,
creamy load.
	The next boy was small, more the height and weight of
a ten-year-old, and Anton had no idea who he was. 
Names didn't matter.  He had a dick and it was stiff. 
It was about the same size as Anton's was, and his
pubes, unlike Anton, were perfectly smooth.  It was a
marked difference after sucking off Eddie and Mason. 
It also took him a minute longer than they to reach
his orgasm, and when he did, he could not cum, though
from the way his eyes glazed over and the way he
wobbled away when they were done, he clearly had
enjoyed it as much as Eddie and Mason had. 
	They were all randy and it didn't take any one of
them any more than a couple minutes to get off, and
the longer they had to wait and watch, the faster they
came.  Despite being the one who had dared put the
plan Eddie had come up with into action and being the
one responsible for alluring Anton to the boys room,
Alastair didn't get any special consideration and had
to wait his turn, two-thirds down the lineup.  Despite
his deceit and motives, Anton still felt a lust for
him, quite understandable given his good looks, so
when he stepped forward, Anton felt a twang of desire
and went down on him with more care and feeling than
with the others.  He bobbed his head more slowly,
working the length of his beautiful, silky-smooth
cock, and he avoided stimulating his sensitive glans
in order to make their pleasure, his and Alistair's,
last as long as possible.  He inhaled the fragrance of
his crotch, memorizing his unique odour for when he
jerked off and thought about the boy standing there,
his cock in his hands, an inviting look in those
beautiful, gold-flecked hazel eyes.  He looked like
one of those cherubs you see in ancient religious
pictures, a cherub with a boner.
	Alistair, like many of the boys there, had only
recently become interested in sex, girls now competing
with motocross bikes and baseball and Grand Theft
Auto, Death Junior and other video games.  Also like
most boys there he'd only recently discovered the joys
of masturbation, and had only begun spurting this
school year.  Accustomed to just whacking at it until
he came, he was delighted with the slower buildup
resulting from Anton's technique, and like Anton he
was in no hurry to bring an end to the pleasure
pulsating between his legs.  It was unbelievable how
great getting his cock sucked by a boy was, far better
than he'd ever imagined it could be.  He closed his
eyes and concentrated on the throbbing of his stiff
cock and the itching of his knob as the pressure to
shoot slowly built up in his loins and his dangling
balls slowly drew up into a tight ball below his cock.
 His lips parted and he licked his cherry-red lips as
he felt it coming, and he panted in ecstasy as he felt
his cum race up the core of his cock and spurt into
Anton's mouth.  It was thin and watery, and to Anton,
it tasted delicious.
	Dennis was next.  He'd seen how Anton was enjoying
sucking off Alistair and that angered the grade eight
bully.  The plan he, Eddie, Rudy and Alistair had come
up with was to humiliate and use the faggot, to show
him what they thought of filthy, degenerate queers
like him.  The plan was not to provide him pleasure. 
This was not supposed to be a fun thing, not for
Anton.  The question was how to turn things around,
and he had an answer.  "Put on your underwear, and
your socks."
	"Huh?"
	"You heard me.  I don't want to have to see your
piddly little fag dink while you suck me off."
	Blushing a bright red with the reference to his lack
of size, Anton complied, putting on his tight white
Jockey briefs he'd decided to wear instead of the
slinky black thong Billy had boughten him for one of
what Billy called their modelling sessions and that he
usually wore because he liked how he looked in it, if
he wore underwear at all.  Dennis stepped up to him,
and with a smirk, he pulled back the elastic band of
his underwear and slipped his dick inside Anton's
underwear.  "But first I gotta do what I came here
for, to take a leak."  That had not been Dennis's
purpose for coming to the can that day of course, but
he did have to go.  A couple of the guys snickered and
Dennis beamed with pride at having the idea.  Not only
was it going to humiliate Anton, but it was going to
elevate his own status for doing it to him.  To be
honest, it wasn't an original thought.  That was
something Dennis seldom had.  While surfing the
Internet one night he'd come across a site about
bullying, and a story about a group of guys who'd beat
up a guy they didn't like and pissed on him, among
other disgusting things.
	As Dennis began to empty his bladder, Anton felt the
warmth and wetness quickly spread over his crotch and
his heart sank as he heard the snickers around him. 
Dennis's piss quickly soaked into the thin
cotton-nylon underwear and began to trickle down
Anton's legs to soak into his knee-high regulation
school socks.  Despite his humiliation, feeling
Dennis's warm, spongy dickhead against his belly and
his hot piss flooding over his crotch and running down
his legs was erotic and Anton remained hard which to
his shame was clearly evident in his piss-soaked
briefs.
	"Okay, now you can suck on it," Dennis said with a
smirk as he removed his cock and stuck it in Anton's
face.
	Anton slipped his lips over Dennis's still limp cock
and began to suck.  The residual piss up his urethra
was salty and strongly nitrogenous, causing his saliva
to flow and he soon had to swallow the piss-flavoured
spittle.  Anton's cock throbbed with arousal.  He
loved cock and everything about it, how it smelled,
how it tasted, how it felt, even the piss inside it. 
He could not explain his desire for cock now any more
than he could the first time he'd felt it that night
of Cory's party the day before Cory's parents came
home two and a half months ago.  All he knew was that
was how he felt, and with each passing day that
feeling grew stronger.
	Dennis couldn't understand how anyone could possibly
enjoy sucking cock as he looked down at Anton in
disgust as Anton bobbed his head up and down his
shaft.  What a queer!  He'd actually still had a boner
after he'd pissed in his underwear.  He was not only a
fucking queer, but a total wimp besides!  Well, he
certainly wasn't complaining.  His cock was stiff and
the knob tingling with pleasure like he'd never felt
before.  As the faggot ran his tongue over the rim of
his cockhead he quivered with delight and tensed with
the achy feeling that a guy felt just before he came
even though Anton had only begun sucking.  That was a
lot faster than when he jerked off.  Of course Dennis
had no idea that was Anton's intention, to bring him
off fast, to give him the least pleasure possible.  He
was being blown by not only the most dedicated bottom
boy he'd ever meet, but also the most skilful.  When
he came a few seconds later, he sighed with pleasure,
not just the pleasure of coming, but the pleasure of
having humiliated Anton and bullied him, a far
different pleasure than Alistair had felt before him.
	Jason was next, and inspired by Dennis's idea and
desperate to demonstrate his dislike for Anton and
prove they were no longer best buddies, he had his
former best friend put on his school shorts and his
shoes.  Slipping his dick in the fly, he grinned
evilly as he began to piss.  Again the warm urine
flooded Anton's crotch, soaking into his already
drenched briefs and soaking now into his tan school
shorts.  The light-coloured material began to darken
almost immediately, forming a large patch over his
groin and down the legs.  His hot piss continued down
Anton's leg to soak into his already sodden socks. 
When he was done, Jason smugly presented his cock to
Anton to suck.  Anton did so, not out of his love for
cock, but because he had no choice.  Had they still
been friends and had they been alone he would have
readily allowed Jason to piss on him, and he would
have given him a blow job like he'd never imagined
possible.  But they weren't buddies, and were not
alone. What could have been a beautiful, loving
experience was instead something humiliating and
debasing.  Like with Dennis, Anton hastened the end. 
When Jason came, it was disgust and hatred that filled
the boy's heart, not pleasure, and Anton felt no
pleasure either. 
	A pattern having been established, the remaining four
boys each slipped his cock in Anton's fly and emptied
his bladder.  The front of his shorts was soaked and
the piss ran right through and down his leg to soak
into his already sodden knee-high socks and into his
shoes to the amusement of his attackers and those
who'd already had their cocks sucked and had remained
to watch the fun.  After what had seemed like hours,
the warning bell for afternoon classes cleared out the
washroom.  Anton put on his shirt and tie and burgundy
jacket and looked at himself in the mirror.  His tie,
shirt and jacket were spotted with spit stains, his
hair was matted with spittle and his face streaked
from the goobers, and his shorts and socks were darkly
stained with piss.  He quickly washed his face and did
his best to dry off his hair and clothes with paper
towelling.
	"Good God, look at you!" exclaimed Arnold Penhold as
Anton quietly slipped into his afternoon mathematics
class ten minutes later.
	"I said I wasn't feeling well," Anton said meekly as
he stared down at the floor.
	"Well, go back to the washroom and get yourself
cleaned up."
	Anton thought he had cleaned himself up as he turned
and headed back to the boys room.  As he padded his
piss-soaked shorts with paper towelling, trying
hopelessly to draw out the piss, the door to the
washroom opened.  It was Michael Ainslie, one of the
students in his class.  "Mister Penhold sent me down
to see if you were all right," he said.
	"I'm okay," Anton said sullenly.
	Michael stood there staring at him as Anton continued
to wipe off his shorts.  It was useless.  "It true,"
he asked hesitantly after a moment, "what they say? 
That guy's pissed in your pants?"  Anton nodded. 
Wasn't it evident?  "And that you gave a bunch of guys
blow jobs at noon?"  Anton nodded again.  What point
was there in denying it?  "I've never had a blow job
before," Michael observed hopefully.  Why not?  What
was one more?  By the end of the school day every
junior high kid in the school was going to know what
had happened.  And speaking of the end of the day,
Julian's team had beat San Jose High on Saturday.  He
and his father and brothers had some entertaining to
do Monday night at the Economy Inn.

********

Thanks to Boyd for suggesting a story with some
bathroom kink and the boys.  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 Stacy, the WCHS gang, the 14 RGAB soccer
players and their families, the cops Eric O'Malley and
Mike Polanski, and now Anton's RGAB classmates. 
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, Trang
and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Elijah Dean, and of course
Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the star of the series,
Cory Wilson

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