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Alien Ground Zero

Chapters 4-8

Memory Interlude #2
Tyler O'Shea (cont'd)

Within the next twenty-four minutes, each boy had blown his own load and sucked off his classmates six additional times. Tyler, though he couldn't quite admit it to himself, found these blowjobs to be the most erotic experiences of his life. After blowing Loa, Pete, and Josh, he quickly found Dustin and brought the kid to an amazing climax. Sucking Dustin's four-inch [10 cm] wood was wonderful and hearing Dustin cry out as he was overcome with orgasm was what sent Tyler over the edge; helped, of course, by Chase Walsh's enthusiastic mouth. Next, he blew Brett Banteer while Neil Tack's oral ministrations made him cum (thanks, in part, to the two cum-soaked fingers Neil proceeded to fuck his ass with). Tyler's only regret was that he hadn't thought to finger-fuck Dustin when he had the chance. After that, he found himself in an enthusiastic sixty-nine with Milo Dawson, the little fourteen-year-old bobbing enthusiastically on his large pole and shrieking in pleasure when Tyler's two fingers found his prostate and began to finger-fuck him furiously (Tyler having taken that page out of Neil's playbook). Lastly, Tyler found himself in the top position of a sixty-nine with Jonathon Starks. While he enthusiastically blew the senior and used his fingers to plow the boy's hole (which, interestingly enough, caused Jonathon to start fingering Tyler's sensitive boypussy), his attention was focused on the couple in front of him. Mere feet from his head, Kyle and K.C., the twin sophomores, were sucking each other's pricks like their lives depended on it. Watching the brothers go to town on each other's cocks was incredibly arousing, and, as they boys pulled off of each other and simultaneously began to shoot their load into each other's face, that erotic scene pushed Tyler over the edge himself as he immediately began shooting his own boybatter down Jonathon's throat.

As the boys all collapsed from this latest round, Tyler couldn't help shake the feeling that something was out of place. Indeed, even though Jonathon had pulled his two fingers from his ass, Tyler's boyhole continued to send odd sparks of pleasure to his brain. Resting comfortably for a moment, Tyler's mind wandered but continually came back to the odd sensation stemming from his ass. Little did Tyler know, but eleven of the other teenage boys lying spent of the mat were feeling the same sensations. The creature, its venom evolving again, had implemented a new criteria for some of the boys (though each would get his own turn soon). Suddenly, the mass arousal hit, and twenty-three cocks sprang to attention. Tyler's didn't. Still soft, the feeling in Tyler's asshole magnified a hundred fold, so that, though he felt incredibly horny, all of his arousal was centered on his itching boypussy. For a moment, Tyler was confused. Then he, and the eleven other boys who felt the same way and had remained soft, began to wail and moan with need, overwhelmed by the feeling. The rest of the class, having been through this quite a few times already, started to get up to find a new partner to engage with. However, within a few moments, it became very clear that something wasn't right with their classmates.

"Tyler," Dustin said, close to Tyler and realizing that his friend was in trouble.

"What's happening? Are you ok?"

"K.C., hey, K.C.," Kyle, his brother, questioned, his twin moaning and obviously unwell.

"Milo, you alright man?" asked Ken Dumas, concerned for little Milo who was rolling and thrashing next to him. Around the room, other's echoed those concerns, as a third of the class seemed to be in some unknown trouble. Within a few moments, though, the feelings assaulting the twelve boys subsided and became a desperate need with each of them immediately understanding how that need was to be satisfied.

"Dustin," cried out Tyler, the first to come to his senses. Grabbing the freshman by the wrist, he pulled the boy toward him. "Dustin," he repeated, making eye contact with the kid, "I need you to fuck me!"

"What?" replied Dustin stupidly, shocked by Tyler's outrageous statement. But Tyler was insistent and maddened. "You have to. You have to. Please Dustin!"

Poor Dustin wasn't the only one confused; Kyle was practically being mauled by his twin brother who was begging the boy to fuck him. Ken Dumas's wrist was being gripped tightly as Milo, sitting right next to him, pleaded with Ken to screw him. Others grabbed the nearest male and tried desperately to impart the need that they were feeling which only a cock up the ass would assuage. For a few moments, it was pandemonium. However, the arousal in the twenty three boys was continuing to grow and soon, the idea of fucking another male up the ass was becoming a more and more attractive solution.

"Alright!" cried Kyle, upset to see his brother begging for his cock. Still unsure but willing to do anything to aid his brother, Kyle gently pushed K.C. onto his back and, slithering between the boys legs, the fifteen-year-old twin adjusted his rigid five inches [12½ cm]. Pulling his twins legs up to reveal his brothers tight pink pucker which was opening and closing with need, Kyle guided his member to his brothers entrance and, with one quick swoop and hoping for the best, shoved it to the hilt. K.C. screamed in pleasure, his soft cock going hard instantly. "Oh!" he yelled, "Ya! Fuck me Ky! Fuck me please!" Incredibly aroused by his brother's moans and the tightness of his brothers warm hole, Kyle obliged and began rocking in and out of his brother, pounding his twin's entrance hard.

Quickly, others followed suit. Dustin, incredibly self-conscious, found himself between Tyler's legs with his hard four inch [10 cm] member poised at his idol's entrance. Having second thoughts, he tried to back away but Tyler was having none of that. Quick as lighting, Tyler wrapped his leg's around the nervous boy and, with a quick pull, forced the boy's stiffy up into his greedy teenage hole. Dustin, his cock feeling amazing, needed no further encouragement and began to rabbit fuck Tyler, both of them moaning loudly as Tyler's cock became rigid. Ken Dumas, in an act of concern for little Milo Dawson, was not about to fuck the tiny raving kid. However, as he started to scoot away from the boy, his arm slipped on the cum covered mat and he tumbled onto his back. Before he could get up or react, Milo jumped him and, positioning Ken's cock upward, simply sat straight down on the hard 6½ inch [16½ cm] cock. Both boys moaned, Ken because his cock was now enveloped in the tight boypussy of the freshman and Milo because the incredible itch in his rear was suddenly satiated by the senior's big cock. Moments later, as Ken began to jackhammer the freshman hard, he charitably reached up, grasp Milo's now throbbing member, and began to jerk the boy off.

Within just a short time, all the boys found themselves engaged. Twelve, their asses being pounded rigorously by their classmates in what for all of them was their first time receiving anal sex, simply retreated to the cloud of pleasure radiating from their anal passageways. Drooling stupidly and moaning continuously, none of them even had the presence of mind to stroke their own throbbing cocks. Another twelve, their hard poles encased in tight, warm, wet boypussy, plowed their partner as hard and as fast as they could, delighting in the feelings being generated in their prick. Besides the obvious physical pleasure, though, many of the fuckers tapped into the dark and taboo joy of fucking a straight male, dominating him and making him submit sexually to their base assault. Still, those being fucked were their classmates and quite a few of the boys took the opportunity to wrap their hands around their partner's throbbing erections and beat the off in time with their own thrusts, increasing the volume of their partner's moans by a considerable amount. The remaining eleven boys, having no one to fuck, simply slid up to each other and began to trade blowjobs.

Dustin, thrusting rapidly into Tyler while stroking Tyler's massive slick pole, found himself leaning over so that his face was only inches from his idols. Caught up in his own pleasure and concentrating on the dexterous act he was performing, he didn't notice that Tyler, sensing Dustin's presence so close, had come out of his fog enough to stare longingly at the boy's scrunched up face. Overcome with lust and another deeper feeling that Tyler wasn't quite ready to recognize, Tyler reacted in a way that, had he been truly in control of himself, he would have never even contemplated. Reaching behind Dustin's head, he grasped the freshman and, his touch causing Dustin's eyes to fly open in sudden awareness of where he was, pulled Dustin toward him. For a very brief moment, their eyes met. Then, their lips became locked in a passionate and scorching kiss. At the very moment when Dustin's mouth submitted to him just as his body was submitting to Dustin and his tongue slipped past the boy's lips to explore his delicious mouth, realization flooded over him like a tidal wave and he came, gloriously and massively, crying out in surprise and joy while continuing to wrestle with Dustin's teasing tongue. Dustin, his own pleasure heightened exponentially by the amazing kiss and feeling Tyler shooting hot jizz between them, began to climax as well. Moreover, as Tyler came, his ass began to contract, milking Dustin's prick and ensuring that, regardless of anything else, Dustin was going to cum. Both cried out into each other's mouths, unaware of everything around them.

Had they been paying attention, they would have seen a room full of boys in the throes of ecstasy. Kyle and K.C., only a couple of feet from them, were just hitting their mutual climax as well, spurred on by Kyle's cock sawing back and forth across his twin's magical prostate while his tongue plundered his brother's mouth; the boys having begun their passionate kiss even before Dustin and Tyler. Milo, now kneeling as Ken took him doggy style, was moaning loudly, his mouth wrapped around the throbbing prick of Gary Masters as Gary, the chubby freshman who had slid underneath him, was going to town on Milo's erupting cock. Boy after boy exploded, some into another's mouth, some into a helping hand, and some up the ass he was currently plundering. With the amount of cum being produced, though, it wasn't long before mouths and asses became to full and began to leak, and then gush, the overflowing seed.

And that was how the next hour was spent. The creature's venom began to randomly select the criteria for each boy, planting into their subconscious the act they needed to perform and, at the same time, removing the stipulation that they needed a new partner every time. Despite this and because of the pre-established repetition, after every orgasm, each boy found himself swapping partners. For what seemed like forever, the boys engaged in an unbridled orgy. Each boy fell into the pattern where sometimes he was sucking off a classmate or being sucked in return, sometimes he was jerking someone or being jerked off by someone, sometimes he was fucking another male and, every couple of rounds, desperately needing a cock up his own ass. Toward the end of the hour, every boy in the room had swallowed plenty of spunk and each and every one of them had copious amounts of cum leaking out of their boyholes, having been ravaged by their classmates several times.

There was one exception, however, to this chaotic sexual frenzy. The creature, having recognized something wonderful and hidden within two of its prey, allowed and encouraged them to focus solely on each other as their sexual outlet. As such, Tyler and Dustin were lost in their own world. First, Tyler would fuck Dustin senseless while shoving his tongue deep into the poor boy's mouth. (The first time his eight and a half inches [21½ cm] forced their way into the small boy, Dustin climaxed immediately, screaming in earthshattering pleasure at the invasion.) Then, they would swap places and, still making out and barely coming up for air, Dustin would slip his pecker up Tyler's boypussy and piston in and out of his lover fast and hard. Sometimes they would suck each other off at the same time, gobbling each other's cock as if they were afraid they would never see it again. Even the times when others got involved, such as when Michael Ramirez shoved his cock up Tyler's dripping hole as Tyler rabbit-fucked Dustin or when Loa Tsu-Yang forced Dustin, who was pounding away at Tyler, to break his kiss and suck him off or even when K.C. and Kyle, finding Dustin and Tyler in a passionate sixty-nine, grabbed both boys' hips and began to fuck them both hard, did the boys ever loose eyes for each other. In that hour, lust and passion and desire surrounded and invaded both boys, unlocking in both of them their true feelings for the other, a deep and profound and beautify love.

Of course, had Dustin or Tyler observed their surroundings, they would have seen some things! For instance, Brett Banteer, the one of the most vocally anti-gay boys in the room, found himself begging to be fucked quite a bit more often than the rest of his classmates. Little did he know, the creature sensed a bit of repressed homosexuality in the kid and was tapping on that in an effort to open the boy up a bit more. Little Milo Dawson, who was not gay (despite taking several anal poundings from various classmates), was continually sought after by Ken Dumas, the other most vocally anti-gay boy in the room, to top him. Ken wasn't gay either but the creature sensed that Ken liked a bit of humiliation and dominance. Several boys, in clearer moments, laughed a bit when they saw the tiny figure of Milo fucking Ken for the second, and fifth, and eighth time all while Ken was screaming Milo's name and Milo's little dagger was pounding into the senior relentlessly. But Ken and Brett were somewhat odd in that the creature kept sending them compulsions. Interestingly enough, as time wore on, fewer and fewer boys needed the compulsion of the creature to get them to accept sex from another male. Eventually, it got to the point where the creature sent very few compulsions altogether and the boys simply approached a partner and engaged them in sex. Entirely straight boys were seen sucking cock simply because that cock was put in front of their face or being mercilessly fucked up the ass, even helping their assailant to spread their ass cheeks in preparation of being mounted, simply because another boy's cock began to tease their now well-used entrance.

The twins, K.C. and Kyle, seemed to enjoy double-teaming individual boys, grabbing freshmen and seniors alike and shoving one cock into the boy's mouth while an identical one was shoved up the kid's ass. At one point, the brothers were sitting face-to-face, making out while their cocks were touching from base to tip, all while Kyle was jerking them both off with one hand. Watching the freshman Isaac Roman walk by, K.C. had an idea. Quick as lightening, he grabbed Isaac's wrist and pulled the boy close. Isaac, thinking he was about to get a blowjob, stepped between the boys and faced K.C. while placing one foot on either side of the twins. Kyle, understanding his brother's intentions, helped K.C. seize the startled boy and, together, they pulled him straight down. Not realizing his predicament, Isaac didn't struggle and, a moment latter, squeaked as two identical five inch [12½ cm] fifteen-year-old cocks slid effortlessly up his well used fourteen-year-old pussy. For the next two minutes, Isaac bounced up and down, being double-fucked by the twins while Kyle, who was behind him, tweaked one nipple and rapidly jerked his four and a half inch [11½ cm] cock and K.C., who was in front of him, tweaked the other nipple and forcibly shoved his tongue down poor Isaac's throat. All three came spectacularly.

Neil Tack, the gay football player, seemed to be a trendsetter. By this point, every boy in the room had had a finger up his ass while getting a handjob or a blowjob. Seeing how great it was (both to have done to you, because your orgasm felt amazing, and to do to others, because the jolt of a sudden finger or two seemed to send most right over the edge), most boys began to emulate the maneuver, using their fingers to search out their partner's defenseless prostates and shock them into orgasm. But Neil wasn't finished. While sucking off sixteen-year-old Peter Goodman, who was lying on his back and being face-fucked by fellow junior Travis Hendricks, Neil mustered up his courage to try something he desperately wanted to do. Raising Pete's knee's towards Pete's face and exposing his hole, Neil scooted closer. Peter, thinking he was about to be fucked, gripped his cheeks and spread them wider. Suddenly, instead of Neil's wet knob grazing his asshole, he felt Neil's large tongue begin to lap at his leaking pucker. It felt amazing! Moments later, a moaning Peter began to shoot his load without touching himself as Neil's tongue was shoved deep into his bowels. And that became Neil's method of operation. For the next few minutes, Neil, hard as a rock and slowly stroking himself to keep his arousal satisfied, scurried around the room, lapping at exposed assholes and sending their owners into amazing orgasms. By the time his tongue was pistoning in and out of Milo Dawson's hairless hole (while Milo, his head thrown back in a wail of delight, was aggressively shooting his load into Quinton Figliani's mouth), rimjobs were cropping up all around the room. The boys, so lost in their arousal and with no thoughts of 'gayness' or propriety even crossing their mind, adopted this new tool enthusiastically. Soon, many of the boys were eating the cum out of their partner's asses as if their very lives depended on it.

And yet, Tyler and Dustin remained oblivious to everyone but themselves. As they continued to pleasure each other over and over again, both boys began to think about this new and wonderful connection. Certainly, Tyler thought Dustin, the slim and slight fourteen-year-old with beautiful alluring green eyes and feather-soft brown hair, was the most gorgeous creature in existence. Deep down, he knew he'd always felt that way. Dustin, enthralled by Tyler's adonis-like body, his kind and compassionate personality, and the massive weapon between Tyler's legs which was currently hammering his prostate over and over, knew he loved the boy on top of him. Making a split second decision as both he and Tyler were on the edge of their next climax, Dustin broke the kiss and, leaning his head against the side of Tyler's sweat drenched face, whispered just loud enough for the boy to hear, "I love you Ty." Tyler came hard, his cock erupting…

…rope after rope of cum, hitting his face and soaking his shirt. Though not nearly as powerful as the many orgasm he'd enjoyed earlier that day and most certainly without as much cum, Tyler still groaned in release, his hand flying up and down his prick that was peaking out of his shorts as he did his best not to swerve the car or, god forbid, draw attention to the fact that he'd just gotten himself off while doing 50mph [80 km/h] down some no-name back wood's street on the outskirts of town at 2:30am.

Finally, his orgasm subsided. He couldn't help it; as he thought about what he did with Dustin and became so fucking horny, he just had to unload. Pulling the car over and taking off his soaked shirt and shorts (for they, too, had gotten plenty of cum on them), Tyler did his best to wipe the cum from his face using the napkins on the dashboard and, without any change of close, got back into the car clad only in his boxers and began to drive home.

He didn't make it. Instead, fifteen minutes later, he found himself parked in front of Dustin's home. Not an unusual occurrence, as he typically drove the kid back here after swimming and diving, it was certainly unusual that he would find himself here at 2:45am, pining over the kid. He sat for ten minutes, coming to terms with all the thoughts floating through his brain. Yes, he was gay. But unlike before, no tears came. Instead, before the shame could hit him, he thought about the fact that he was also in love. Moreover, the object of his love admitted to being in love with him! Finally and truly accepting what he'd been hiding from all evening, warm and wonderful feelings washed over him. He was content. He was in love! Glancing at the clock, he also decided he was going to be killed if his parents discovered him out.

About to turn the ignition on in order to head home, Tyler hit the roof as the passenger window was tapped lightly. Cursing himself for not paying any attention and being so lost in thought, he turned, expecting a police officer or a neighbor or someone who was about to yell at him for sitting in a residential area in his boxers with his car reeking of cum. Instead, it was Dustin. Shocked, Tyler didn't move as his passenger door was quietly opened, the tee shirt and boxer clad boy of his dreams got into his front seat, and the door was quietly closed.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" asked Dustin, drawing Tyler out of his shock. "What are you doing?" he whispered fiercely, "it's like three in the morning!" "Says the guy sitting in front of my house in his boxers" Dustin retorted immediately, leering at the gaping Tyler. "I saw you pull up" the boy continued, "and I snuck out the back and around the neighbors side yard. I didn't mean to scare you, I promise." Unsure of what to say, Tyler said the first thing that came to his mind, something he should have said hours ago and didn't. "I love you too Dustin."

Dustin, overwhelmed with joy and happiness, smiled brightly. Quickly (or as quickly as he could), he scooted across the passenger seat and, careful to avoid honking the horn or anything of the sort, awkwardly positioned himself on Tyler's lap. The two gazed lovingly at each other for several minutes, basking in their shared warmth and neither saying a word. Then, Dustin leaned forward and chastely kissed Tyler on the lips. Pulling back before the kiss could become deeper, Dustin scrunched up his nose. "Ty, why does your car smell like spunk?" The boys both exploded in laughter.

The following kiss was pure magic, a magic so powerful and enduring, it would follow the two boys the rest of their lives. It would be present when they kissed at the alter five years later. It would show up again ten years after that when the happily couple experienced the birth of their twin daughters. It was present when they watched their girl's take their first steps, cried as their girls drove off to college, and got married themselves. The magic made their sixtieth wedding anniversary special and sustained them through good times and bad. Quite simply, their lives, bound together by incredible love, were always full of magic and they lived happily ever after.

The twelve and thirteen-year-old boys in Mr. Biel's seventh-grade history class looked around at each other in confusion. Only a few moments earlier, the tentacles, which had raped them to countless orgasms throughout the morning, had released them and retreated to the windows and the door and stopped completely, acting, it seemed, as silent guardians of the room. Shortly after that, the now familiar mass arousal had hit the fourteen boys, causing them to become erect and horny for carnal stimulation though the feelings were not strong enough to limit their autonomy. As the seconds ticked by and the tentacles stayed put, each boy began to wonder whether the tentacles were going to get them off again. They did not.

The fourteen seventh-graders scattered throughout the room began to coalesce into a large group, hoping to discuss the current situation and nervously seeking the comfort of their community.

"So, um…" began Marcus Alston, "what do we do now?"

"I don't know" replied Kenneth King, sitting on one of the desks and shrugging, his four-inch [10 cm] erection jutting out fiercely.

Many of the other boys took seats or leaned against desks, hoping that someone would take up the mantle of leadership.

"Well, um…" continued Marcus, feeling his need growing as the moments passed, "do you think we should try to leave?"

"Maybe" said Damian Carter, "but it looks like those things are stuck in the doorway. Does anyone have a cell phone…"

"Ken, dude," interrupted Tucker Rogers loudly, looking directly at Kenneth. "Stop jerking off."

Each boy's attention focused suddenly on the very embarrassed Kenneth, who had unintentionally started to lazily stroking himself.

"Oh!" he said, still teasing his member, "Sorry. I don't know why I was…" he didn't finish.

Everyone could understand his reasoning's as their own boyhoods were becoming harder and harder to ignore. Almost a collective decision and thanks to Ken unabashedly stroking himself, each boy slowly brought his hand to his own rigid member and began to pump it slowly, their cocks slick with pre-cum and their fists easily gliding up and down their poles.

Very soon, the twelve and thirteen-year-olds were lost in their masturbatory quests, hands flying up and down taut pricks and the room filling with the "slap slap slap slap slap" of fourteen boys jerking off enthusiastically. Ironically, it was Tucker Rogers who came first, the boy sitting in one of the desk-chairs throwing his head back as squirt after squirt of boy-cum erupted from his cock and covered he and several other boys. His moan and spray triggering many other orgasms, the room became a cum-free-for-all as cocks erupted massive loads in every direction, covering every surface and drenching each still-furiously wanking boy.

As the room started come down from the most recent sexual high, the boys began to awkwardly clean themselves off. Several stood up from their seats, a veritable waterfall of spunk pouring from their chests and laps onto the floor. Others attempted to get rid of the jizz that now covered their faces or soaked their hair. None said a word, embarrassment pervading the room. Finally, Marcus Alston opened his mouth to say something, though truthfully he had no idea what he was going to say and only wanted to fill the oppressive silence with something. Before he could, though, the room was again awash with heavy powerful lust. The boycocks, most of which had become flaccid, suddenly sprang to attention as each boy became immediately and overwhelmingly aroused.

They groaned in unison, half out of frustration that their ordeal continued and half out of lust. Defeated, they began to assume their previous positions and halfheartedly grasped their boyhoods. Within a dozen strokes, each boy came to the realization that he was deriving no pleasure from his own hand and that his lust and need were continuing to build.

"What the fuck!" cried Tristan Stone, the twelve-year-old looking up desperately and hoping that someone would explain why he couldn't get off. None could answer him. For quite some time, the boys futilely stroked themselves, none achieving any pleasure at all while the persistent need to climax became more and more demanding.

Finally, out of frustration more than anything else, twelve-year-old Kolby Davis bolted out of his seat and rushed towards the desk in front of him upon which Jorge Torres was sitting, legs wide open and his hand trying futilely to stimulate his thirteen-year-old prick. Sliding between Jorge's legs, Kolby's pink three and a half inch [9 cm] cocklett coming to rest against Jorge's tan five-incher [12½ cm], he reached down and grasped his classmate's member and began to stroke. Jorge, reacting on instinct, wrapped his own hand around Kobly's member and did the same. Both boys moaned loudly, sexual pleasure flooding their bodies as the rapidly jerked each other off. Kolby, his thin body pressed tightly against the sitting Jorge and his head resting on the other boy's shoulder, began to quiver as his orgasm exploded forth between them. Jorge, feeling the boy start to shake and the warm jizz spray out of the cock he was pumping enthusiastically, climaxed a moment later. Pressed close together, the boys continued to stroke each other as blast after blast of cum erupted between them and they wailed in delight.

Their classmates, hearing and then seeing the results of the mutual assistance themselves, quickly understood what needed to occur and, within only a few heartbeats, seven pairs of boys were rapidly jerking each other off as climax after climax was reached throughout the room.

"Oh shit," breathed Tucker Rogers loudly a short time later as the boys collected themselves from their latest orgasm. "That was… intense" he finished, flashing a slight smile at Vincent Freeman who had been gracious enough to jerk him off. Vincent smiled back.

"Ah! Stop, stop!" squeaked Kellen Day across the room, as he pushed Patrick Welsh away from him. Patrick, who had continued to idly stroke Kellen after they had both cum, had decided to tease his friend's sensitive post-orgasm cock and had shifted his grip so his right thumb could quickly rub against Kellen's hypersensitive frenulum, sending spikes of agonizing pleasure into the boy's brain. "Jackass," accused Kellen jokingly, glaring at his friend.

"What?" responded Patrick in mock-innocence, "you don't want me to touch you, Kel? You were practically begging for it earlier."

"Fuck you!" laughed Kellen, though each and every boy suddenly realized what they had just done and many attempted to put a bit of distance between themselves and the boy they'd just jacked-off.

When the wave of arousal hit a moment later, though, each boy looked to his previous partner and, through silent glances, asked if the other boy would help with the new need to get off and offering to help in return. Affirmative nods and a few "ya's" agreed to the arraignment and the partners slid close to each other. Not even attempting to masturbate themselves, fourteen boys reached out and began to stroke the cocks they had just been playing with a short time ago. To their horror, though, they found that the hand now grasping their own cock was bringing no relief and all sexual activity ceased.

"Not again," Tristan Stone complained, as the boys looked at one another in frustration.

"Maybe…" suggested Marcus Alston, sensing that he knew the right answer to this problem. Stepping away from Payton Weaver, he made his way over to Elliot Steele and, glancing both at Elliot and Seth Curry (who had been trying unsuccessfully to pleasure Elliot), he grasped Elliot's four-inch [10 cm] penis and began to stroke it smoothly.

"Ohhhh yaaaaaa!" groaned Elliot immediately, the room taking his reaction as a sign of the game's new rules. Rapidly, the boys paired off again and the room was soon filled with the wet "slap slap slap" of masturbating boys as the moaning cacophony grew louder and louder and orgasms were reached. For close to twenty minutes, the boys traded partners haphazardly and each boy had the opportunity to jerk-off several more of his classmates.

Soon, though, this new rhythm came to a crashing halt. Like many of the boys, Vincent Freeman and Kolby Davis had paired up and begun to stroke each other's boycocks. However, as they sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other, the floor covered in a two-inch [5 cm] reservoir of spunk, they quickly came to the realization that their hands were ineffective at satisfying the other's lust.

"Um… Vince?" asked Kolby, hesitantly. "Did we already do this?"

"No" replied Vincent, his hand wrapped around Kolby's member but still, "We didn't."

"Well then, why isn't it working?" Kolby asked distraughtly.

"I don't know" the equally distraught Vincent responded after a moment's consideration.

Throughout the room, variations of this conversation were playing out between each pair of boys and none could find a reason why their hands were unproductive. Realizing that their classmates were having the same problem, the boys all began to rapidly exclaim their own situation and the room became chaotic as boys quickly sought out new partners in hopes that a change of cock or a change of hand would satisfy the ever-growing sexual need. It did not.

The panic stopped suddenly when Tucker Rogers gave a loud squeal of delight followed by a long low groan of satisfaction. All eyes darted to the moaning twelve-year-old boy and the eleven-year-old Elliot Steele who was on his knees and rapidly bobbing up and down on Tucker's stiff boyhood. Elliot, who had been getting up from his sitting position as Tucker scooted by, found his face only inches from the other boy's hard rod. Without really thinking through what he was doing, he had lunged forward and sucked Tucker's four-incher [10 cm] into his mouth. When Tucker froze and began to groan in appreciation, he knew he had made the right decision.

Gasps filled the room as the class watched the taboo act but, when Tucker groaned "Oh shit! I'm cumming!" and began to release his load into Elliot's greedy mouth, they quickly came to the decision that if getting off required one boy to go down on another, it was a price willingly paid. Quickly, the larger boys forced the smaller boys to their knees and shoved their leaking cocks into their partner's mouths, the younger boys dutifully sucking them in hopes of a favor returned. Elliot, who by this point had taken several blasts of Tucker's cum deep down his throat and was anxious for his own release, pulled his mouth off of Tucker's cocklett and stood up while Tucker, lost in his orgasm, fired blast after blast of cum into the air. Seizing Tucker's shoulders, Elliot forced the still ejaculating boy to his knees and roughly pushed his own cock into the other boy's mouth, face-fucking Tucker rapidly and feeling his own orgasm approach. In fact, as the room filled with the cries of orgasm, many of the suckers followed Elliot's example and forced the boy they had just blown to his knees while shoving their incredibly aroused members into their partner's mouth.

For almost a half and hour, the seventh-grade boys swapped blowjobs and partners, having immediately recognized that they couldn't get blown by the same boy twice. Though the first round of cocksucking had been rough, as the boys had taken turns getting off, they quickly realized that a sixty-nine position, or even a daisy chain, worked much better at satisfying all parties involved. When Patrick Welsh, incredibly horny and willing to try anything, shoved a finger into Marcus Alston's ass as he blew the boy, Marcus screamed so loud in pleasure that several boys thought Patrick had bit off his boyhood. Rather quickly, the added bit of anal play made its way throughout the room and perhaps it was good luck that the boys had discovered that they could tease each other's assholes with their fingers because it certainly help transition the twelve and thirteen-year-olds to anal sex.

As the fourteen boys lay satisfied from their most recent orgasm, seven of them began to feel rather strange. Their assholes were tingling and itching in a way they hadn't experienced before. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, per se, but was instead a new source of arousal. Tristan Stone, reaching back towards his asshole in exploration, casually grazed the little pucker with his index finger and groaned loudly, his soft cocklett immediately springing to life as waves of pleasure lanced through his body. A moment later, when the mass arousal hit again, Tristan's boypussy became his sole focus as the need to have another boy's cock up his ass propelled him forward.

Grasping Elliot Steele, whom he had just blow, he spun the eleven-year-old around and pulled the startled boy on top of him, their chests rubbing slickly together as their erect cocks dueled below. "Elliot! Elliot! I need…" he gasped, lust making it hard to form a coherent thought, "I need you to fuck me!" As if to make a point, Tristan spread his legs wide and wrapped them around Elliot, the boy slowly understanding what was being asked of him as his cock suddenly found itself pressed tightly between Tristans buttcheeks.

"Um…" Elliot said unsure, "You want me to…"

"Yes" interrupted Tristan, feeling Elliot's member rubbing ever-so-slightly across his sensitive pucker. "Stick it in me!"

Following his classmates lead, Elliot reached between them and, adjusting his four-inch [10 cm] pole, placed the tip of it at Tristan asshole, hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then, feeling the greedy pucker twitching in anticipation, he shoved forward and buried all four inches [10 cm] up Tristan's ass.

"Ahhhhh!!!" cried Tristan, relief flooding him as he felt the cock slide up his needy bottom.

"Ugghhh," grunted Elliot, the hot velvety ass hugging his member tightly and causing electric sparks to go off in his brain. Shit, he thought to himself, this feels awesome. As lust clouded his mind and his thoughts drifted into the void of pleasure, the seventh-grader did what came naturally: he began to pump in and out of the moist hole gripping his cock.

"Yyyyeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" wailed Tristan. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Harder! Harder! Harder! Elle! Harder! Yeah! Oh! I'm…. I'm… Cummmmiiiiiiinnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, Elliot now jackhammering his hole hard and sending him over the edge without even touching his own hyperstimulated cock. Rope after rope of boycum exploded out of his prick and between the boys, Elliot's chest pressed against his as the boy sought a better angle with which to fuck. Suddenly, as Elliot made one final thrust into him and began to unload his boyballs deep into Tristan's pussy, Tristan, his cock still spurting his huge load, slithered a hand behind Elliot's head and, pulling the boy's face to his, mashed their lips together. Elliot, caught up in his own release, moaned into Tristan's mouth as he felt his partners tongue force its way past his lips and begin to wrestle with his own. It was both boys first kiss and, as their tongues battled for dominance and they both continued to climax powerfully, their sloppy, messy, and wonderful mouths explored new and uncharted territory.

They weren't alone. Throughout the room, six other pairs of boys were avidly fucking and cumming, two emulating Tristan and Elliot as their mouths wrestled while their cocks erupted. Damian Carter, having just blown a load up Kenneth King's ass, withdrew his cock and grabbed the boy's legs, pushing them up towards Ken's head and exposing his glistening pink hole. Unsure where the thought came from but highly aroused by it, Damian dove down between Kenneth's asscheeks and began to tongue the boy's asshole, causing Ken's cock to twitch and erupt a few smaller streams of cum while Damian moaned and sucked out his own seed from the tight pucker.

Soon, the arousal hit again and the boys who had just done the fucking begged to be fucked; their boypussies desperate for cock. For some time, the boys traded partners as they traded positions, bottoming for one boy and then topping for another. Slowly, handjobs, blowjobs, and rimjobs began to appear throughout the room while the impetus to perform a specific act began to dwindle. Though the need to get fucked eventually disappeared altogether, boys pulled their asscheeks apart whenever another boy's cock grazed their covetous holes and the middleschoolers went down on cocks or asses without the slightest hesitation; getting their friends off simply because they were there.

Sodom and Gomorrah had nothing on the boys of Mr. Biel's seventh-grade history class. At one point, Kolby Davis came hard while being fucked by Tucker Rogers, blowing Patrick Welsh, and getting blown by Todd Smith. A little later, Troy Burton lapped at Marcus Alston asshole while both Casey Norman and Seth Curry double-fucked his very full boyhole. Elliot Steele actually had a series of continuous orgasms, one leading into another leading into a third while Kellen Day fisted him rapidly, passing out briefly from pleasure when Kellen opened his hand inside of Elliot's rectum. The orgy continued for some time while the boys enjoyed their newfound carnal sides; cum dripping from every surface and fourteen smiles gleaming in the afternoon light.

Chapter Six
The pain in the ass that is Grade School

Horny. That was the best description of the nine and ten-year-old boys in Ms. Dalmiser's fourth-grade class. The tentacles, having retreated a while ago, were not doing their job and each boy in the room was becoming more and more concerned that his little erect prick was going to burst if something wasn't done soon. Two of the older boys had pleasured themselves earlier that day when the first wave of arousal had hit. The rest, however, were still to far away from puberty for their bodies to fall into those ingrained motions and had thus only watched in confusion as the older boys jerked-off furiously, experiencing their own orgasm minutes later thanks to the tentacle's ministrations.

Now, though, with their rigid poles demanding attention, each of the seventeen youngsters was seriously wondering what the next step would be; the two with previous masturbatory experience wondering if they should just touch themselves as they had earlier while modesty was imploring them toward chastity. Having gathered into a group in the center of class, which was a large open space surrounded by desks on three sides and the whiteboard on the fourth, the boys, some sitting on the carpet while others stood or leaned against desks, argued passionately about the next course of action. Joseph Collins, a proponent of escape, was loudly explaining that they could use one of the desks as a battering ram against the tentacles in the doorway while David Cook was practically pleading the case for waiting for help.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, nine-year-old Jason Ward had heard enough. For the past ten seconds, he had been gaping at his leaking little cocklett while it continued to bubble forth pre-cum in massive quantities. Tired of the arguments and so incredibly horny, the cherubic little brunette, who had never sexually touched himself in his life, grasped his member and squealed in delight. As the crowd watched, the boy began to beat his meat feverishly, moaning at the wave of pleasure now coursing through his body. Within five second, every other boy had grasped his own stiffy and begun to rapidly abuse his little organ.

It only took ten strokes for Jason to erupt. Twelve for Joseph Collins. Fifteen for David Cook. Boy after boy came hard, their tiny frames mimicking geysers as their babybatter, a product of the creature's venom and several years too early for any of them, began to fly through the air, hitting bodies indiscriminately and covering the ground in the thin layer of jizz. Each boy erupted ten, twenty, twenty-five, thirty times, expelling inhuman loads from their immature bodies while they continued to rapidly frisk their cockletts and wail in orgasmic bliss.

"That felt great," exclaimed nine-year-old Lucas Sharp a short time later, the boy chuckling to himself as a huge wad of cum dripped from his chin and onto his now soft boycock. He looked around the room, as if to ask why none of his classmates had ever shared this particularly fun game with him and wondering silently if he could touch himself like this again. It hadn't been as great as the tentacles, but at the time, Lucas had no idea he could bring these feelings out of himself and that the pleasure was wholly unrelated to the alien creatures.

"Yeah, it did." said Cody Barber, sitting on one of the desks while facing the room, his legs swinging below him as if being covered in jizz was the most natural thing in the world. Echo's of "ya" and "uh huh" were scattered throughout the room, the vast majority of the class being totally or almost totally unaware of sex and sexuality and thinking like Lucas; that the pleasure experienced earlier was related to the things molesting their bodies.

Before the conversation could develop further, though, a new wave of arousal hit the fourth-graders and each boy's penis shot to attention.

"Um… Um… I got the feelings again" stated Elijah Byrd, looking down at his immature pricklett.

"Me too," sighed a pleased Jordan Tate, somewhat excited that he would get to experience the great feelings again. Considering what they had done only a short time earlier, none of the boys hesitated to grasp themselves and begin teasing their little boycocks. Only, this time, it didn't feel good. In fact, it didn't feel like anything at all.

"Hey!" cried an astonished Silas Calhoun, "it isn't working. Why isn't it working?"

"I don't know," said Simon Church who was sitting right next to him. "Mine's not working either."

Unlike his older peers in middle school and high school, who had societal expectations impressed upon them for much longer, Simon didn't even know what the word 'gay' meant, Seeing the problem at hand, he innocently scooted himself next to Silas so that they faced each other and said, "Here, let me try." Reaching out nonchalantly, he grabbed Silas's rock-hard three-inch [7 cm] member and began to stroke it inexpertly.

"Oh!" groaned Silas, breathing out heavily. "That's good. Keep going."

"Do me too," said Simon, his own need not forgotten.

"Ok," responded Silas, taking his member in hand and proceeding to stroke it as best he could.

The rest of the class paired up soon after, understanding what they needed to do. Jimmy Berg, the odd-man-out of the seventeen second-graders, looked about frantically until Jacob Buckley and Leo Rollins noticed his plight and invited him into a casual three-way. Soon, the room was filled with nine and ten-year-olds masturbating each other towards climax, unhurriedly because their need had not built up significantly thanks to the innocence and quickthinking of Simon Church.

Jett Gillespie was a bright ten-year-old and, as he and nine-year-old Brice Whitney continued to jack each other off awkwardly, he found that sitting in front of each other was not conducive to mutual masturbation; especially since neither he nor his partner had ever masturbated before and were thus rather clumsy at doing so. Thinking outside the box, Jett shifted he and Brice around so that Brice was now laying on his back and Jett was on his hands and knees above his partner, his head close to Brice's penis. Years later, Jett would come to know the 'sixty-nine' position well, but today, it was a much more comfortable tool for him to access his partners dripping cocklett. Dropped his right elbow down toward the ground and wrapped his right hand around Brice's member and began stroking it enthusiastically, not really realizing that when Brice ejaculated, his face would be right in the path of the flying spunk.

Brice, now stroking the boy on top of him, was grateful for the change in position. Not wanting to be outdone in cleverness, though, he began to wonder how he could make the experience better. A very precocious child, he happened to remember how wonderful it felt when the tentacle-things had gone in his butt hole and that powerful feeling that was generated when it hit that one perfect magical spot. Though he had never heard of a 'prostate', Brice got it in his head that if he could find that magic button in his buddy's bottom, he could really please Jett. Coating the index and middle finger of his left hand in some of the warm spunk on his chest (as his right hand was busy stroking Brice's penis), he reached up behind his partner and, following the older boy's butt crack, stumbled upon a cute pink asshole. When his fingers grazed the little pucker, Jett jumped.

"Hey!" he squeeled in surprise, "don't…"

Before he could finish the sentence, Brice shoved both his fingers deep into his partner in search of the magic button. Though he was way off, the pleasurable shock of the invading digits was all it took make Jett climax. As the ten year old began to fire his load all over the surprised Brice's face, Jett had the presence of mind to shove two of his own fingers knuckle-deep into Brice's little shit-hole and that unexpected intruder sent Brice over the edge, launching his own blasts of boycum right at Jett's face. As both boys moaned in orgasmic bliss, they each got a taste of the other's boycream as several spurts found their way into their half-open moaning mouths.

It didn't take long for the nine and ten-year-olds to discover that masturbating the same partner would not achieve their desired results. Therefore, over the course of the next twenty minutes, each boy had the opportunity to masturbate five of his classmates to climax. Of course, both Jett and Brice employed the new 'fingers-in-butt' method and, very soon, many boys were shooting their loads powerfully as their partners fingered their assholes rapidly.

Of course, by the time the boys were experts at giving hand jobs, the rules of the game changed. Instead of pleasurable moans permeating the room after the boys had paired off and began to touch their partner, moans of desperation and frustration grew until the dissonance, punctuated by the occasional "IT ISN'T WORKING" or "Oh my god… Oh my god…", drowned out all coherent thought and the writhing boys dissolved into a chaotic mass of need and sexual desperation. For the nine and ten-year-old boys, their own hands and the hands of their classmates were now ineffective and none of them could figure out why. Moreover and much more importantly, none could foresee a solution.

Sensing that many of its younger prey were unable to take the cognitive leap from sexually stimulating their organs by hand to sexually stimulating them by oral ministrations, the creature decided to intervene. Sending a mental picture as guide, the creature inserted into each one of its prey the next step necessary to achieve a peak.

By this point, the children were laying in a massive pile on the floor; naked, erect, covered in cum while gushing pre-cum, and moaning in desperation while rubbing against each other in despair. This new knowledge hit Ms. Dalmiser's fourth-grade class at the same time and the boys reacted immediately. Like babes seeking their mother's teat, the nine and ten-year-olds suddenly latched onto the closest cocklett available to them, gobbling the boyboners into their mouths as a starving man would attack a meal. Aware that every boy needed release, the creature used a bit of its influence to help direct the dance, ensuring that each boy was sucking on a rigid pole while a hot mouth was slurping his own taut tool.

The wails of misery became wails of debauchery as the boys bobbed up and down on each other's pricks, their awareness flooding back just as pre-cum was flooding their tonsils. Almost as one, fingers were shoved roughly into tight assholes and wiggled around, with some even finding immature prostates and launching their owner's toward the moon. The class began to erupt in orgasm, blast after blast of jizz firing into the stuffed mouths of the boys who continued to bob up and down on their partner despite the copious cum traveling down their throat or spilling out past their lips and around the ejaculating prick. The boys were wild, with some keeping their partner's prick entirely in their mouth while their cheeks bulged with babybatter and others licking their partner as one would lick an ice-cream cone or a lollipop while spurt after spurt of creamy load hit them square in the face.

Though there was a very brief rest after each boy had finally stopped ejaculating, none of the boys had the energy to get up or, in many cases, even clean up. David Cook, his short blond hair soaked in cum and plastered against his head, rested his face on Jason Ward inner thigh, his mouth only centimeters from the cocklett that he had just sucked and two of his fingers still buried in Jason's ass. When the overwhelming arousal hit again, the boys, unsurprised, simply shifted over and took a brand new cock into their mouth, sucking enthusiastically as the arousal and the Feeder attached to the back of their neck flooded them with new energy and vigor. For quite some time, the boys massive cocksucking orgy continued as each boy milked load after load out of his classmates.

At some point, things began to change. For some of the boys, having fingers up their ass was no longer enough. They needed something new – something better. Boybottoms began to twitch and boyholes began to itch as awareness began to blossom in the minds of many of the boys that a penis, properly inserted, would serve their growing need nicely. When another wave of arousal hit and half the boys suddenly found themselves overwhelmed with the need for their thushys to be penetrated, the careful rhythm that had developed where boys bounced from partner to partner peddling blowjobs derailed entirely.

Like a scene from a zombie movie, those with the overwhelming need blossoming in their little puckers turned on their classmates lustily and searched out their prize – a juicy stiff boycock. Instead of gobbling the little morsel into their mouths, however, the boys manhandled their aroused but confused classmates until nine and ten-year-old bottoms were pressed up against horny nine and ten-year-old pricklets. Cries of "No Tommy, stick it in me!" and "In my butt! Put it in my butt!" built in the room until the cacophony of noise was only distinguishable as a symphony of lust and the youngsters wailed the melody of need.

As their aroused classmates began to understand what was being asked, those who would be doing the fucking began to take charge, sliding their three and four and, in one rather well endowed ten-year-old, five inch [12½ cm] peckers into their now incoherent friends. Yelps of joy from those being fucked and groans of contentment from those doing the fucking created a new melody in the classroom, followed quickly by the "slap slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh. It was a first for the boys, but it would not be the last. As paces quickened because the ingrained mating instinct availed itself to those on top, the melody shifted again – higher and louder and much more raw. Screams of "Harder!" and "Oh! It feels good! So good!" permeated the room. Brice Whitney, embracing the naughty words from the pornography his older brothers sometimes watched when they thought he wasn't around and finally understanding the meaning of those phrases, began to scream "Fuck me Jamie! Yeah Fuck Me! OH SHIT FUCK MEEEEEE AHHHHHHH IIIMMMMMMM CUMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!" as he exploded all over himself, blasts of boycum hitting him hard in the face and chest.

He wasn't the only one to climax. Boy after boy erupted, some into the warm and wonderful butthole of the boy he was pounding and some onto themselves. A few of the boys jerked their twitching cocks as they were jackhammered, while others were simply so lost in the pleasurable anal onslaught that they neglected their little stiffys. Some of the more enthusiastic fuckers even gave their partner the benefit of a reach-around, their hands trying to create a rhythm in time with their thrusts. Boys moaned and groaned and wailed in pleasure. When the boys finally stopped cumming and bodies began to slump exhausted to the floor, a lake of cum two inches [5 cm] deep, sighs of satisfaction concluded the symphony.

For Elijah Byrd, who had just been vigorously fucked by Joseph Collins, the experience was wonderful and eye opening. Reaching around, his fingers danced across his pucker, teasing the little orifice gently and playing the jizz that was pouring out of him continuously. Pushing one finger in, he groaned slightly at the wonderful jolts of pleasure that his sphincter sent to his brain. He was definitely going to try this again! For sure, the tentacle things had been wonderful when they pounded into him, he thought hazily to himself, but having a person do it felt even better!

For Michael Hadley, who had just gotten his nuts off in Liam O'Rourke's ass, the experience had been enlightening. He'd heard of 'buttfucking' and now was able to understand the intricacies of that specific dance. Moreover, he knew that this was something he wanted to do again. Over and over and over again if possible. Especially if he could do it with a girl. Girls have buttholes, right?

Before the boys could rest too long, another wave of arousal hit en mass and, this time, roles were reversed. Soon, boys were getting to fuck for the first time and experience the unique and wonderful feeling of plowing a tight warm asshole. Others got to feel what it was like to have their assholes plowed by another boy. All got to experience another orgasm. Round and round the cycle went, with boys trading off the role of fucker and fuckee regularly. It was wonderful and exciting and made each boy feel such good feelings in their peckers and their buttholes, that many wished it would go on forever.

Soon, the boys began to experiment in variety. For whatever reason, the need to have a cock up one's ass dissipated (though when someone started to play with their holes, every boy in the room avidly spread his legs) and boys began to go down on each other enthusiastically. There was nothing better, thought Leo Rollins lustily, than having a hard dick pounding your bottom while a warm mouth bobbed up and down on your pecker. Boys began to use their hands frequently, stoking cocks and balls and sticking fingers into asses. A few of the adventurous boys tried sticking their tongues into each others assholes, to the delight of everyone. Other experimented with sticking tongues into each other's mouths, inciting a wave of pleasurable tongue wars. The bacchanalia continued onward, cum everywhere and lust the currency of the game.

Chapter Seven
A helping hand in High School

It has been a strange day, fifteen-year-old Finn Thomas thought to himself. Only a short time ago, the tentacle things that had been molesting he and his classmates had finally retreated, leaving the stunned fifteen and sixteen-year-olds adrift with uncertainty as to what was to come. Very quickly, though, their lust overtook them and they capitulated en mass to the desperate need to stroke themselves off. Now here he was, jerking off in a room full of guys, trying as best he could to blow his load.

"Oooo… oooo… oooo…" Finn groaned as the fingers on his right hand twirled about his sensitive cock-head while his left hand gently rubbed his cum-filled balls. It was a personal fantasy of Finn's to be able to jerk off while in the middle of class without anyone noticing and, he ruminated to himself, this was probably as close to fulfilling that fantasy as he would ever get. Sitting on Mr. Larson's desk, the sophomore changed his technique and began to frisk himself quickly, feeling the impending orgasm approaching. As he scanned the classroom, his eye's drifted over the other sophomore boys as each and every one of them masturbated as furiously as they could and paid no attention to Finn's own activities.

That is until Finn happened to glance at Ethan West and made a shocking discovery. Sitting in the front row and only a few feet from Finn, his fist flying over his slick cock, the sixteen-year-old was unabashedly staring at Finn and moaning as he watched the younger teen pleasure himself. The shocking part was, of course, that Ethan was blind. Surely, thought Finn as he continued to beat his meat, Ethan is looking at me, right? Making eye contact for the first time, Finn was startled and actually stopped masturbating when he realized that Ethan's eyes were no longer the milky-glassy quality that they were just that morning. Instead, bright green eyes stared lustily back at him as the older boy continued to pump his member.

Smirking at the sudden realization that the only one who could see him was the blind kid and unconcerned with the "whys" and "hows", Finn redoubled his efforts to climax. Within moments, the two boys, staring into each other's eyes, were on the precipice of orgasm. When Ethan suddenly opened his mouth and sensually ran his tongue across his lips, Finn, who was totally straight, lost it. "Uuunnggghhhh!!!!!" he groaned, erupting forcefully into the air. His orgasm, of course, sent Ethan over the edge and for a long while, the two boys milked blast after blast of cum out of their rigid poles while their eyes, still locked, passed unheard messages between them.

***

Randal Dalton was not a nice person. At sixteen, he was easily the least liked sophomore at Grant-Thorton high school. He was loud, mean spirited, crude, and a general menace. He spent his time alone, leaving his dark cave-like room only to eat, go to school, and occasionally vandalize the neighborhood late at night. He had no friends and went out of his way to ensure that no one attempted to become his friend. At 5'2" [1.57 m] and 103lbs [47 kg], he could easily pass for a twelve-year-old and, despite having a seven-inch [18 cm] cock, puberty had stayed generally far away from him exacerbating his acidic personality and leaving a rather large chip on his shoulder.

It was because of his nasty personality that none approached Randal when the boys rushed to pair up into jack-off buddies, desperate for relief and anguished over the fact that their own hands could no longer bring any sexual relief. Randal, sitting in the far corner, continued to stroke himself urgently, ignoring the other boys and refusing to degrade himself in such a gay way. As the moments passed, though, and his classmates began to achieve climax, he was unable to find any relief despite his wild and frantic wrist movements. Eventually, he was the only one left in the class who had not gotten-off and, his eyes glazed over and his lust driving him mad, the poor boy began to weep silently in sexual agony. It was then, as the class came down from their sexual highs, that Dennis Beatty noticed poor Randal for the first time and, still firing off the last half-dozen blasts of his own orgasm, got up and approached the senseless boy.

Three years earlier, Randal had been nearly inseparable with Dennis Beatty, his best friend since kindergarten. Dennis was everything Randal was not. Tall, bulky, kind-hearted, personable, and generally referred to as a 'gentle-giant', the two were an unlikely pair. Still, the two seventh-graders were best friends and did everything together, including quite a few mutual masturbatory sessions. It was after one such session, Dennis having just jacked off the thirteen-year-old Randal, that the poor boy broke down and admitted to his best friend that he was gay. Instead of being supportive, Randal, as straight as an arrow, went ballistic and broke off their friendship, going so far as to belittle and demean Dennis in public whenever possible.

As such, when Dennis approached the suffering Randal, it was with a bit of trepidation. His former friend, sitting on a desk and wanking furiously, didn't notice his approach. Making up his mind to do the right thing, the 6'1" [1.85 m] 190lbs [86 kg] angel of mercy slid into a vacated seat and, wrapping his arm around the much smaller boy, pulled the dazed young man into his lap, his own half hard cock resting between the warm buns of his former friend's hairless bottom. Randal, his instincts latching on to the warm comfort of another human body, snuggled against the much larger teen and groaned in sexual frustration. When Dennis's hand reached around the boy sitting in his lap and grasped his well-endowed tool, a shock of pleasure hit the poor boy like a punch in the gut. As Dennis began to frisk him quickly, his hand slick with Randal's pre-cum, Randal's awareness began to return and, the moment he realized that his former friend was jerking him off, he moaned loudly and climaxed. Rope after rope of his semen launched into the air as Randal turned his head slightly, looked Dennis in the eyes, and silently conveyed his deepest gratitude and sincerest apologies for his unforgivable behavior.

***

If Grant ever hears about this, I'll never live it down, thought Felix Werner ruefully, the argument from just that morning filtering through his mind. He and his brother Grant, only a year younger than Felix at fourteen, had gotten into it pretty heatedly before school as only brothers could. The end result, of course, was Grant calling him a cocksucker and sarcastically asking him if he was going to go down on his best friend, Ricky Pryor, after school. Both he and Ricky were straight, of course, so he played it up and began to tell his brother all about the nasty sex they were going to have; grossing the younger boy enough that he ceded the argument and left. The irony that Felix was now enthusiastically bobbing up and down on Ricky's six-inch [15 cm] cock was not lost on the sophomore.

Before his thoughts could progress any further, Ricky, who was busy sucking Felix's own horny pole, pulled almost all the way off of his cock and began to swirl his tongue all around Felix's sensitive cockhead. "Ungh… Ungh… Mmuuggghhhh" Felix grunted in pleasure, powerful shocks racking his body. At that moment, he began to cum hard into his friend's mouth and all thoughts of his brother dissipated as his mind sought nirvana. Felix would have laughed, however, if he had seen his brother at that moment; one floor down and seven rooms over, the fourteen-year-old Grant was squealing like a girl as one of his classmates was busy sucking a massive load out of him while aggressively teasing his prostate with the two fingers shoved deeply in the freshman's ass.

***

Sixteen-year-old Blake 'the plumber' Dooley was a principled lover. A star wide-receiver, he'd been with eleven girls and, with each new conquest, gained more and more of a reputation as a stud; his perfectly proportioned eight-inch [20 cm] fuckstick the tool he used gladly when the girls needed him to fix their own plumbing. The drawback of being so well hung, of course, was it took a great deal of preparation before he could snake his own snake into his women. That's why he was so principled; he would do whatever was necessary to get his girls ready so they enjoyed the experience because if they complained, he would definitely see a drop in available (and willing) partners.

So, when Micah Groves latched onto him and begged Blake to fuck him, Blake did the only thing he could think of. He layed Micah on his back across a nearby table and began to work the whimpering boy's asshole in preparation for his giant cock. Though Blake had never been with a boy before, two of his previous partners had asked him for anal sex so he was somewhat familiar with job requirements. As he slid two fingers in and out of the boy's backdoor, he gazed lustily at Micah who was writhing in pleasure and moaning in need.

Boys didn't do it for Blake, though he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to fuck another guy. Fifteen-year-old Micah, a small nerdy introverted kid with whom Blake had never had much contact, was a good choice. Grasping Micah's hard five-inch [12½ cm] cock and stroking it gently, Blake added a third finger into the surprisingly pliant but still incredibly tight asshole. As the moments passed and Blake casually observed that the rest of the class was busy either fucking or being fucked, he decided it was nearly time. Before entering Micah, though, Blake had one more piece of business; a tradition of sorts that started when he had first lost his virginity.

Partially as a "thank you" to the hole that would soon encase his manhood and partially as an "i'm sorry" for the inevitable discomfort that hole would soon be experiencing, Blake always went down on his partner's entrance right before fucking them. It was a sort of penance and celebration at the same time dedicated to the joy of the fuck. Though part of his mind warned him that this was a boy's asshole he was approaching, he stood firm in his traditions. Pulling his fingers out of the boy and releasing his cock, Blake used both hands to spread Micah's asscheeks wide so his small pink pucker, still dilated slightly, glistened wetly. Leaning forward, his tongue darted past his lips and he began to rim Micah's asshole, softly at first but progressively harder as the seconds ticked by. Micah moaned loudly, screaming in pleasure when Blake's tongue shoved its way deep past his sphincter and into his boypussy.

Realizing it was time, Blake stood and lined his huge cock up with Micah's quivering hole. Grasping the boy's hips, Blake took a deep breath and lunged forward, all eight inches [20 cm] sliding powerfully into the teen until his large ballsack rested casually against Micah's backside. Both boys drowned out the moans around them, Blake roaring in pleasure as his cock was encased in the tightest and hottest hole he'd ever penetrated while Micah shrieked in orgasm, his own boycock erupting blast after blast of cum as the massive tool that had invaded his pussy stretched his hole and forced its way into his colon.

Blake would have cum right there but for his own stubbornness and desire to actually fuck his partner. Taking a few deep breaths as the boy below him continued to shoot his load, Blake slowly began to withdraw his huge tool. When it was nearly out, he thrust forward again and slammed all eight inches [20 cm] home, forcing Micah to yelp in surprise. Realizing his partner was able to take his tool without much problem, Blake suddenly put his fucking into gear and began to jackhammer the poor ejaculating Micah. "BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM" filled the room as Blake powered into Micah, holding the boy's shoulders in an iron grip so that he didn't actually fuck the boy too far away from him. Micah, meanwhile, still in the middle of his exceptionally powerful climax, screamed incoherently as he was sodomized violently. Suddenly and without warning, Micah's climax was interrupted by a brand new orgasm, the first flowing directly into the second and his still ejaculating cock, which had just erupted twenty-seven times and still had ten more eruptions to go, redoubling its efforts to expel his boycream. His voice cut out, his scream becoming silent as the boy shook violently while overwhelmed with his two concurrent and damn near simultaneous orgasms.

For Blake, this fuck was the best of his life. As his partner came for the second time in mere seconds, Blake felt Micah's ass clench down hard on his tool and that additional pressure sent him over the edge. He bellowed loudly as he climaxed, fucking Micah in long powerful strokes as he began to fire his hot liquid into the squirming boy. Collapsing forward, his chest pressed up against his partner while the other teen's cock continued to erupt a seemingly never-ending stream of boycum between them, Blake could only groan as he filled his partner's ass to the point that his jizz began erupting violently out of the boy's stuffed ass. Panting, Blake couldn't help but wonder whether he should now start a list of male conquests and, more importantly, if he should add to that list if and when this whole ordeal was over.

Interlude Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III

In public, Cameron Seymour Riley III was the perfect young man. He was the son of billionaire Cameron Quincy Riley Jr., one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. He was known to be incredibly intelligent (a genius IQ), having worked for several years in the computer industry (though know one really knew doing what) and breezing through his high-school studies. He was generous, donating large amounts of his own money to a variety of charities and spending several hours each weekend at the local soup kitchen or wandering the halls of the elderly center. He was hansom at 5'10 [1.78 m], 150lbs [68 kg], with short black hair, bright blue eyes, and a perfectly white dazzling smile. His creamy unblemished skin and warm personality captured the hearts of many but, despite quite a few girls throwing themselves at him, he remained unattached and modest. An excellent varsity first-basemen, Cameron spoke several languages, played several instruments, and generally excelled at everything he attempted. The one thing Cameron didn't have was friends, preferring to keep everyone at arms length and avoiding becoming to close to any of his peers. Despite this, he was well known and well liked around the local community but kept out of the national spotlight thanks to the vigilant efforts of his father's company.

In private, Cameron was cold, calculating, and emotionally divorced from rest of humanity. Were he interviewed by a psychologist, he might be designated a sociopath without the violent tendencies. Growing up, he knew he was different from other people – that he wasn't happy or sad or empathetic to their plights. By age ten, the boy genius decided that he like his objectivity and lack of complex moral hang-ups. He also realized that he disliked his parents immensely, both of them caring little for him and leaving him to his own devices. Setting himself up to blend into the society he couldn't relate to, he began to act the part expected of him. He loved computers and pursued expertise in that field, but also tackled sports, languages, music, and read about humanity constantly. Soon, he seemed to break out of his shell and became the happy and wonderful boy everyone thought he was. All the while, he kept learning and studying and adapting his mask so that he would never allow anyone to know his true self.

Cameron's life changed radically when he was fourteen. Knowing that knowledge was power and anxious to hold some power over his father in order to gain his own independence, he hacked his way into the man's personal and business computers kept in his private study. Copying his father's hard drives and making it look like they had never been breached, he spent weeks going over the files voraciously. He discovered several things.

First, his father was an incredibly crooked businessman. Emails and documents and personal notes led Cameron through complex business ventures that, were they discovered by the public, would put his father and most of his father's associates away for the rest of their lives. It took time for the young prodigy to understand what he was reading and even more time to cross-reference what he was learning with the various regulatory and legal requirements, but in the end, Cameron had a well-grounded understanding of his father's business. In short, his father and his father's associates were criminals who made their money illegally.

Second, his father was being blackmailed by one of his former business associates, Mr. Harold Blackmoon. Mr. Blackmoon, who had some information regarding a massive regulatory infraction that would cost his father hundreds of millions of dollars, retired from the business and was now comfortably extorting several million dollars a year from his former employer.

Cameron, somewhat miffed that he was not the first to hold something over his father, decided to take action in order to eliminate this potential competitor. Over the course of several weeks, he slowly hacked into Mr. Blackmoon's personal computers and implanted a variety of spyware. Mr. Blackmoon, a very competent computer engineer himself, had nothing on the talented Cameron and his own digital security systems were no match for the dedicated youngster. As the data rolled in, Cameron found himself surprised at what he found.

Mr. Blackmoon was a raging pedophile and one of the leaders of a very large international pedophile ring. Moreover, Mr. Blackmoon, who had used his own personal fortune to massively renovate Emerson elementary school, Washington middle school, and Grant-Thorton high school only a couple of months earlier (Cameron went to a local private academy and was not very familiar with the local public schools), installed throughout the schools (thanks to a general contractor and several subcontractors who were generously paid in ample kiddy-porn) hundreds of cameras and audio recording devices. According to the communications between Mr. Blackmoon and his associates, once they were able to install several of their own as teachers and administrators within the schools (a plan that was going to start developing within the next year or so), they would begin to use their spy network to identify easy targets and groom those children to be sex toys. It was hoped that, within time, they would have dozens of boys and girls within their clutches who would form the basis for an American brothel that Mr. Blackmoon and his friends would control. Highly desired on the international market, pimped out American children were the most lucrative child sex slaves and Mr. Blackmoon figured they would be worth millions.

Upon learning all of this, Cameron came to two conclusions. First, there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was hard to comprehend. After days and days of thinking it over, he eventually realized that he felt… perturbed… by Mr. Blackmoon's plans. It wasn't so much that he cared about the children (he kept telling himself), it was that he believed he was in a position to stop Mr. Blackmoon from accomplishing his goals and there was some amorphous feeling of civic duty or perhaps communal responsibility or maybe even (and he fervently hoped not) a moral obligation to do so. That final thought made Cameron, who was unused too, and had no interest in, morality, shudder with disgust.

The second conclusion Cameron reached was that involving others in one's sexual escapades was incredibly arousing. Specifically, those escapades involving other males; especially young males. At fourteen, Cameron had been masturbating for almost three years. However, at no point during that time did the thought of another person cross his mind; his sole focus on his own physical pleasure. As such, he never watched pornography or lusted after classmates or anything of the sort. As he sorted through Mr. Blackmoon's data, he encountered hundreds of videos and thousands of pictures of girls, from late teenagers to infants, engaged in all sorts of depraved sexual acts. In fact, many of them featured the poor girl with Mr. Blackmoon himself! Finding little interest, he saved that data into well-encrypted units in order to utilize them for blackmail should the need arrive. It wasn't until he found a folder entitled "Other" that his curiosity was peaked. Entering it, he was shocked by what he found.

As it turned out, Mr. Blackmoon, who for the most part thoroughly enjoyed young girls, once in a while preferred to focus on young boys. The file, only containing a few videos and several pictures, showed a wide range of boys performing a wide range of sexual acts upon themselves and each other. Much to Cameron's shock, he became instantly hard. Over the next few days, Cameron found himself masturbating many times over those sordid images. At one point, he wondered to himself why he felt responsibility to the children in the local school system but none whatsoever to the boys in these erotic images. Then it dawned on him. There was nothing he could do for these children and thus felt no sense of obligation toward them, greatly relieving the poor boy who thought he was starting to grow a conscience. Yes, it was inconvenient that he felt the need to protect the boys and girls in his community from Mr. Blackmoon's plans, but that desire should be seen for what it was; a temporary outlier.

So, for the next two months, Cameron waited, watched, and planned. He discovered a great deal about Mr. Blackmoon during that time. Specifically, Mr. Blackmoon, who was incredibly paranoid, kept all of his pornography on his home computers. Additionally, the man kept all of his blackmail material on those computers as well, with one glaring caveat. All of his blackmail data was also kept on a remote server that required him to access it online and input a highly complex code. If he failed to do so every seven days, the server would begin transmitting that data to a set group of contacts, including federal agencies, news sources, and competitors of his father's business. This, according to several emails between Mr. Blackmoon and his father, was the insurance policy that Cameron's father would not take drastic measures to eliminate him as a threat. Cameron, after painstakingly sorting through all of Mr. Blackmoon's data and having already broken into the remote server (though that task was rather hard as it was Mr. Blackmoon's most complex security system), concluded that this was the only insurance policy Mr. Blackmoon kept.

Eventually, Cameron set his plan into motion. Late one evening, Mr. Blackmoon came home to discover that his side gate was slightly ajar. Living far from his neighbors (by design), he was surprised when he found a cute fourteen-year-old in his backyard frantically beating his meat. After surprising the boy, who fearfully begged him not to turn him in or (god forbid) call his parents, Mr. Blackmoon was shocked when the boy volunteered to blow him in exchange for his silence. Thinking this was a wonderful idea and prepared to blackmail the boy into future sexual encounters, he agreed. Before he could go inside, however, the boy, naked from the waste down and wearing only a long sleeve shirt, approached him and, dropping to his knees, began to lower his pants. Once they were down around his knees and the boy began to stroke his rapidly engorging prick, Mr. Blackmoon, who was excited about the idea of getting a blowjob outside, closed his eyes and prepared to feel the boy's soft lips around the head of his manhood. Instead, he felt a sharp sting on the inside of his thigh. Before he could react, the boy jumped backward and out of his reach. Cursing the kid and deciding he would simply rape the boy (though he might have to kill him afterward, or sell him to some of his associates who would transport him out of the country and make him into a sex slave somewhere in eastern Europe), Mr. Blackmoon pulled his pants up and began to approach Cameron. He never made it.

Cameron, who had used a hypodermic needle stolen from his parent's comprehensive first aid supply and having filed it with a complex mixture he had carefully brewed using material he had slowly appropriated from his school's very impressive chemistry lab, had injected Mr. Blackmoon right in the femoral artery. After looking up this very deadly mixture online, Cameron was unsurprised when Mr. Blackmoon, after taking two steps, suddenly keeled over dead. Pleased that all went as planned, Cameron immediately used the large knife he had brought with him to stab Mr. Blackmoon dozens of times, careful not to get blood on himself and determined to make a complete mess. Over the next several hours, Cameron carefully attended to the house. He injected every computer with a very complex and powerful virus that wiped all of the memories and scrambled all of their data so completely, no one, not even him, would be able to access them (of course, he also hacked into the remote server Mr. Blackmoon used and deleted everything there as well and transferred all control over the video/audio system in the school to his own computer network). Then, taking one of Mr. Blackmoon's golf clubs, he preceded to destroy all the electronics, glasswear, pictures, and generally anything breakable. Next, he spray painted across the front door the word "PERVERT" and dumped dozens of high quality pictures all around Mr. Blackmoon's body; each and every one of them showing the man clearly engaged in sexual relationships with young girls. Finally (and unexpectedly), he found two containers of gasoline stashed away in the garage and, after dumping them throughout the home, lit the house on fire. As Cameron rode away on his bicycle, he was satisfied that everything had gone perfectly.

And it had. The police, after seeing the mutilated dead man surrounded by pictures clearly showing him raping little girls, didn't try all that hard to solve the case. The fire had destroyed quite a bit of the home, but the "PERVERT" was still visible on the front door and the shattered remains of broken everything were easy to spot throughout the house. The police captain, the coroner, and the DA concluded that this was a crime of revenge. Someone jumped Mr. Blackmoon behind his home, stabbed him repeatedly until he was dead, destroyed most of the house, and then set the place on fire. Within the week, the newspaper announced that there were no leads and the case was going to remain opened but not investigated.

Cameron, having hacked into the DA's email, was satisfied when the DA ordered the Captain to unofficially close the case as "the sicko got what he deserved." Glad to know that all the reading he'd done on police procedure had been worth it, Cameron then turned his attention to other matters. Namely, his father (who had looked absolutely miserable for the past six days – no doubt worrying that he was about to be exposed), the pedophile ring, and the cameras and listening devices that swarmed the schools.

Regarding the cameras and audio system, Cameron didn't find them incredibly useful. Sure, he could see every place within the schools themselves, but that wasn't all that useful. He did enjoy watching the boys in the shower occasionally. He also got a bit of a thrill watching the boys urinate and defecate (thanks to the hidden cameras right in the urinals and toilets). But other than those instances, he largely ignored this new omnipresence within the local schools.

The pedophile ring was another matter. Having taken over Mr. Blackmoon's accounts, he increased the security considerably and, once satisfied, contacted the group. After informing them that Mr. Blackmoon was dead and the plans to use the schools were not going to work (as Blackmoon was the one who would get all the teachers and administrators replaced over the next few years, a now impossible task), he politely informed them that he was amiable to continue relations with them though he was the one who killed Mr. Blackmoon. He also demonstrated, by revealing some personal information about some of the leaders, that he had already broken through their own security systems and, if they were willing to give him more kiddy porn, he'd be happy to point out their security flaws so they could be fixed. He was content, he informed them, to remain a silent partner to their group so long as they send him the occasional picture or video. The other leaders, realizing that this mysterious person had them by the balls, decided it was in their best interest to appease him and Cameron soon found his modest collection of boysex videos and pictures growing by leaps and bounds.

Dealing with his father was incredibly easy. He simply walked into the man's den one evening, handed him a folder, and then sat down in a chair to wait for his father's response. As the man looked over the contents, the incredibly damning evidence Mr. Blackmoon was keeping of his past business transgressions, Cameron's father began to sweat. How had his son gotten all of this stuff? Clearing his throat to ask, Cameron beat him to it.

"Father. I know all about your past business dealings and that, should this information make its way into the wrong hands, you will go to prison for the rest of your life." Getting up, he walked over to his visibly shaking father and, bending over to the man's ear, whispered, "I also took care of your problem with Mr. Blackmoon. He, and more specifically, his hidden server, will not be bothering you ever again." Seeing his father let out a breath of release, Cameron straightened back up, walked back to his seat, and sat down like he owned the place. In a very real way, he thought, he did. "Additionally, I want you to know that I am taking over the arraignment you previously had with your former associate. All of it. You'll have my foreign bank account information in your email tomorrow morning. Should anything happen to me, I also have a server that will make your life very uncomfortable. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His father, grasping his new reality and incredibly afraid of the young man sitting in front of him, was definitely not going to call his bluff. He simply shook his head, signifying acceptance of the new terms.

"Excellent," his son replied evenly. "Additionally, I no longer recognize you as having any authority over me (Cameron had never actually recognized his father's authority but thought it prudent to make this point clear) and, when I tell you to do something on my behalf, you will do it, understand?"

Again, his father agreed nonverbally.

"Also in your inbox tomorrow will be a letter removing me from St. Michael's academy and an enrollment form for Grant-Thorton high school. Send it in."

And with that, Cameron got up and left. His father was perplexed by the last order but, realizing he was only being kept out of prision by the goodwill of his son, decided not to ask. Cameron, having grown somewhat attached to the public schools thanks to his bird's eye view, decided he wanted to try to live a little in that chaotic mess of humanity. St. Michael's was incredibly too stuffy for his taste.

As he began to climb the staircase towards his wing of the mansion, Cameron began to wonder which video he would watch this evening; the kid with the anal beads or the three twelve-year-olds molesting the seven year old. Content, the fourteen-year-old decided to watch both.

Memory Interlude #3
Cameron Seymour Riley III

Sixteen-year-old Cameron was cozy. It was only 9:00pm but he already looked prepared for bed. Dressed in an expensive and luxurious long red robe and sitting in his own private study, he lay curled up in his most lush sitting chair with his movable desk right in front of him. A large cup of exotic hot chocolate and some imported tea cookies lay off to one side, barely touched. He had the mansion to himself; his parents still on the flight from Tokyo and not expected to arrive in the family jet till morning. He had ordered the maid and the butler to go home after fussing over him for the last few hours and, pleased to be finally alone, he looked forward to the next few hours. Ah… he thought to himself as he stretched contentedly, It's wonderful to be rich.

His computer, absolutely state of the art and worth more than most people's home, booted up. After typing in a few commands in complex computer code, he accessed his private and heavily encrypted data storage unit. Beginning the download, he sighed contentedly. Continuing to type, he sorted through massive amounts of data and quickly tested all of his algorithms and security measures. Over the last four years, Cameron had provided his expertise to several top computer security firms, his father's massive multi-billion dollar business conglomerate, and even several government agencies. As such, he was, without a doubt, one of the best computer security experts (and, of course, hackers) in the world. Ah… he thought to himself again, It's wonderful to be brilliant.

Finally, his computer showed success. While it would take a couple of hours to download all of the video and audio data from the hundreds of camera's throughout the three schools, Cameron was willing to wait. In the mean time, Cameron reached under him and, flipping a switch, turned on his special friend. It hummed to life, causing Cameron to moan as the now wildly vibrating seven-inch [18 cm] dildo pleasured his well-lubed asshole. Cameron's seven inches [18 cm] becoming even harder as he wrapped his hand around the very thick shaft, his massive mushroom shaped cock head slick with pre-fuck and an angry purple . Flicking a few commands, Cameron pulled up a list of over two hundred highly illegal videos. Selecting one of his favorites, the video came to life. As Cameron began to watch the nine-year-old on the screen suck the cock of his thirteen-year-old brother while their male fifteen-year-old cousin fucked the preteen powerfully, Cameron moaned to himself. Ah… It's wonderful to be a pervert.

It had been a long day for Cameron Seymour Riley III. First, while sitting in the middle of Mrs. Brown's junior calculus class, all the girls had left and he had been overcome with horniness. Then, out of nowhere, these tentacle things had scooped him up, stripped him down, and raped him to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. When that was finally over, and as he and the rest of the class sat dazed and befuddled, a new round of incredible horniness overtook them and, soon, each fifteen and sixteen-year-old boy was furiously masturbating themselves; cumming everywhere. Things got crazy from there, though, as the method necessary to get off seemed to change. First, Cameron found himself being jacked off by other boys. Then his reluctant male classmates were sucking him off while he got his first taste of cock

Fucking Mario Gutierez had been fun. He must have been doing something right, he mused, because the boys screamed with pleasure as he plowed them hard. Then again, he thought ruefully, his seven-incher [18 cm] was one of the longest cocks in the room and was certainly the thickest, almost as big around as can of Coke and with an enormous flared head. He could tell that the boys, upon his initial thrust, were not quite expecting to feel so full. As he continued to fuck boy after boy, his suspicions that being well-endowed was a contributing factor were confirmed when each new partner moaned incessantly as he plowed them about how wonderful his 'huge' cock was.

Cameron, being brilliant, believed that his large tool would have been causing injury to these boys had not some outside factor been making their anal walls more elastic and flexible enough to take him. Hell, he'd had a pretty thick tentacle up his own ass only a short time before and had felt no pain – an impossibility, he thought, even though he regularly teased his asshole while he masturbated, using both his fingers and the few dildo's he had purchases online over the last year and a half. Still, there should have been discomfort. He deduced, quite accurately, that the force behind the tentacles and the horniness were also making his classmates more able to engage in sex. This hypothesis was further supported by the fact that, by the time he began to fuck John Mercovee, a boy who had previously been suffering from horrible acne, he noticed that not one pimple could be found on his creamy white body.

Oddly enough, though, the fact that John's ass seemed so tight, despite the fact he had been ass fucked several times already, seemed to contradict Cameron's thesis. Then it dawned on him – their bodies must be repairing themselves during each short break, making each new fuck seem like the first despite the fact that the boy's assholes were also being made more elastic and flexible. In short, they were being 're-virginized' and made able to take large and large cocks after each climax, a logical contradiction but essentially what was happening.

And boy, Cameron's classmates should be glad for this mysterious assistance because he fucked them hard. Jackhammering Trevor McMurry's very tight sixteen-year-old boypussy as the teen wailed in pleasure, Cameron smiled to himself. Trevor, incredibly straight and dating Mary Morehouse, never thought a cock in the ass would feel good but, damn, Cameron's massive tool was about to send him over the edge.

When Cameron experienced, early on, an itching and burning in his own as anus, he was shocked because the new need caused him to literally beg Shawn Tertillyne to fuck him. It wasn't until the boy's modest five inch [12½ cm] cock was pistoning in and out of him that the he was able to gain control of himself and, much to his delight, enjoy Shawn's enthusiasm. Though he found that he enjoyed topping his male classmates, both for the pleasure of the fuck itself and knowing most of them were straight, he did revel in the times when a hard cock was sawing in and out of his own ass; a very common occurrence.

At some point, the need to seek out a new partner after every climax seemed to die down and yet the junior class continued to swap partners. The creature, still sending compulsions, made sure that the prey continued to be put in a wide variety of sexual situations. Cameron, picking up on the commands imbedded in his subconscious, found himself doing it all. He jerked off boys, sucked cocks, fucked boys, and quite often had a cock up his own ass. The creature, during this general melee, also imbedded into the students the ideas of using one's fingers to seek out prostates and using one's tongue to lap at the cum-drenched assholes of everyone. These new techniques were embraced enthusiastically and soon, tongues and fingers were impaling sphincters lasciviously. Later, the creature stopped sending compulsions to the teenagers but none of them, Cameron included, noticed.

Ultimately, the juniors got to the point where they were fucking whatever hole was in front of them while offering their own orifices to those around them; the boys still fucking one another (and enjoying it) despite no longer under the influence of the venom that forced them to need a cock up the ass. The creature was feeling wonderful. The pleasures from the early morning, combined with the pleasures from the late morning and early afternoon, had satiated a great deal of its hunger. In many ways, the creature felt as if it had enjoyed a well-prepared appetizer and a delightful and filling main course. However, as any culinary snob would tell you, a meal is never over until desert has been consumed and the creature readily embarrassed this philosophy. It was time, it concluded, to begin the final part of its meal. Whereas the first part had been all about maximizing the independent pleasure from its prey (by using its tentacles to force them to amazing peaks) and the second part had been about enjoying the deeper and richer pleasures capable in its prey (by making them work together to achieve mutual satisfaction), the conclusion of its meal would be specifically targeted towards enhancing the natural animal instincts of its prey, supplanting, somewhat, the higher cognitive functions in favor of the deep and primal desires, so as to allow the creature to taste the very essence of the species.

And so it began. As Mrs. Brown's junior class lay panting from their most recent climax, Cameron's cock finally softening enough to slide out of Jeremy Wilman's ass and Stephan Yaktse withdrawing his two finger's from Cameron's rear (grazing, once again, Cameron's prostate and causing him so jump for a second), Cameron felt a deep and calming peace wash over him. Slowly, he and the rest of the class started to drift off, first in a daze but rather quickly into a powerful sleep. As Cameron closed his eyes, his head lying on Jeremy's cum-covered shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever wake up.

The venom, having evolved again, changed the rules for the now sleeping prey. First, they would all still experience a great deal of arousal, abating only for a short time after reaching their peak. However, this new arousal would not continue to build as it had previously because the venom would also suppress each individual prey's desire to fight off or resist his or her new sexual urges. Moreover, the complex social and societal behavioral patterns would be suppressed and each prey's basic instincts would be brought to the surface. The creature wanted each prey to still be aware of what was going on, so the venom did not actually eliminate the higher cognitive functions. Instead, the prey would see, hear, and feel everything they did; they simply wouldn't be able to direct their body contrary to what their instincts wanted. Dominance and submission would become the rules of interaction. These new urges, however, would still incorporate the complexity of each prey's sexuality and both the giving and receiving of pleasure would still be vital to interaction; the natural greed associated with instinctual sexual relationships not serving the creature's purpose and thus not finding any expression. Finally, a little bit of pain would be allowed to make its way into the brains of each prey so as to allow for a more natural expression of sexual aggression.

Cameron shot up with a start. He was awake, alert, and aroused. Looking around, he could see his classmates were also conscious. But they don't matter, he thought to himself as he stood. I need to find prey. As those thoughts crossed his mind, he couldn't help but wonder why. Slowly, as he began to cross the room towards the door, he noticed several of the smaller males shy way from him and several of the larger males giving him sharp looks. Just as he was leaving, however, Heath Simpson gave a shout as he slowly crawled backwards from Michael Polaski. Michael, having a strong grip on Heath's ankle, pulled the smaller male toward him. Heath began to struggle and, incredibly (for Heath and Michael were friends), Michael slapped slapped. It wasn't a hard slap and there wasn't much force, but it was just enough to stun Heath long enough for Michael to pull his legs open and thrust his six inch's [15 cm] deep into the boy's ass. As he began to fuck Heath furiously, the smaller boy's struggles very quickly became moans of pleasure. Soon, Heath was actively fucking Michael, throwing his ass backward and moaning for more! Cameron didn't see the slap and the following sex. Nor did he see several other larger boys grab onto smaller males and, after forcing their legs open, begin to plow them hard. He didn't see Thomas Gomez, a huge lineman on the football team, and Chance Van der Flaunce, a closeted soccer player, both approach Niles Tiller and Gavin White, the smaller boys struggling as Gavin tried to penetrate Niles. He didn't see Chance pull Gavin off the other boy, forcibly push the boy onto his hands and knees, and violently shove his seven-inch [18 cm] cock up the boy's hole as the Gavin struggled to get out from under the bulky soccer player. Cameron didn't see Thomas push the relieved Niles onto his back and, falling into a sixty-nine position, shove two fingers into Nile's ass while enveloping Nile's four inch [10 cm] member with his mouth. Cameron didn't see Niles, overcome with arousal, take Thomas's cock in his own mouth or Gavin, having stopped his struggling, shove his ass backward as he begged Chance to fuck him hard. No, Cameron didn't see any of this. Instead, his sole focus was the raging arousal between his legs and the fun he would soon find in the middle school and grade school.

Being in the side of the high school closest to the middle school side, Cameron headed in that direction first; his instinct telling him to prowl through the middle school before working his way around to the grade school. He saw quite a few couples on the way, both inside classrooms and throughout the halls where, presumably, many of the smaller boys had fled to before being cornered and made to submit to other aggressive and horny boys. Only a minute later, having not been disturbed during his hunt and having walked along the lush green path that separated Grant-Thorton high school with Washington middle school, he found himself at the large double doors on the side of the middle school that led to the main hallway. Slipping inside, he began to stalk the hall.

Peaking into different classrooms, Cameron was shocked to see boys as young as eleven and as old as fourteen engaging in wild and carnal sex. Boys were moaning as their classmates pistoned in and out of their immature assholes while the boys on top raged in aggression. Taking a moment to watch, Cameron saw one boy, perhaps thirteen, tackle the boy he was trying to penetrate. As the smaller male tried to throw him off, the aggressor eventually found the boy's pucker and shoved his stiff four-incher [10 cm] into him. The more aggressive boy rode the bucking youngster hard. Moments later, though, the struggling stopped and boy being fucked began to buck enthusiastically into his partner.

Cameron continued on, not seeing any prey that called to him, and worked his way deeper into the school. Sliding around a corner into an intersection, he stopped short. Right in front of him, and slinking around the other corner, was Wally Hampton, a junior whom Cameron barely knew and shared no classes with. The boys locked eyes and began to growl, each challenging the other to try something. Cameron and Wally were both about the same height (5'10" [1.78 m]) and Wally, at 160lbs [72 kg], had only a slight weight advantage on Cameron. Despite this, both boys wished to avoid a fight, neither wishing to make the other submit sexually and really only concerned that the other boy was a potential rival. Suddenly, noise erupted just down the hall. As the two high school students turned to watch, a boy of perhaps eleven ran out of the doorway only a few meters from them, followed closely by a boy around the same age. As Cameron watched, the second boy grasped the first and forced him to the ground, the second boy's hard three and a half inch [9 cm] boycock desperately seeking his victim's little bottom. The two sixth graders struggled.

Glancing back at Wally, the boys made eye contact. Apparently, they had both just found their first prey and a fight would be inevitable. Just as Cameron began to tense up, Wally growled lowly "The bottom's mine" and began to advance on Cameron, ready to fight. Realizing that the other male wanted the boy on bottom, Cameron quickly responded, "I want the top." Wally stopped, processing the new information. Coming to the conclusion that this was acceptable, so long as Cameron didn't get in his way with the boy he desperately wanted to fuck, he licked his lips and nodded. Cameron did as well. As one, the boys turned toward the now rutting couple just down the hall and crept closer.

Eleven-year-old Jimmy Thompson was rapidly pounding into Kevin Ward, his eleven-year-old classmate, and loving the feeling of making the other boy submit to his sexual authority. "Oh! Oh fuck me Jimmy!" cried Kevin, now an enthusiastic participant in their lovemaking. Kevin was lying on his back, his head thrown backward in a moan, with Jimmy right between his legs pounding away at her asshole. Neither he nor his fellow sixth grader noticed the two sixteen-year-old high school juniors approach from behind.

Cameron was excited. Before him, his ass moving back and forth rapidly on top of the otherwise forgettable boy, was the first prey he intended to take in the middle school. The boy couldn't have been more than eleven, twelve at the most. He had short curly blond hair and a lithe pale body with creamy white skin and a light dusting of fine blond hair. Moving quickly, in part due to his enthusiasm and in part to stop Wally from getting involved, he rapidly closed the distance between he and his prey and, wrapping his hands around the boy's thin waist and giving a quick pull, he hauled the eighty pound [36 kg] boy up quickly and dropped him right next to the boy he had just been fucking. The couple, in shock, didn't have time to react. Before either of them knew it, they were laying on their backs right next to each other, so close that their arms were touching. Just about on top of them were two much older boys they didn't know, but whose motives, from their massive erections, could be guessed. Jimmy and Kevin each squeaked and began to try to get away. Wally and Cameron, who had knelt down and were now hovering over the children, grasped them tightly and authoritatively.

"You're not going anywhere," growled Wally to Kevin, completely ignoring Cameron and his boy.

"Stay still," Cameron said sharply, his tone leaving no choice but to obey. Jimmy and Kevin froze, realizing there was nowhere to go.

Cameron's lust spiked. The boy in front of him was absolutely beautify, his large blue eyes looking up at Cameron with awe and submission. I want him. Cameron screamed internally, ready to take the prey. However, instead of assaulting the boy like part of him wanted to, he leaned forward and kissed the boy's forehead. Jimmy relaxed, making Cameron certain that a slower pace would be best. Slowly and in control, he kissed the boy's eyes and cheeks and nose and mouth. Jimmy shuddered, prompting Cameron to shove his tongue deep into the boy's oral cavity and start exploring. The boy, unsure at first, soon gave into his assailant and kissed him back. Next to Cameron, Wally and Kevin were also engaged in a passionate kiss. Moaning, Cameron broke the kiss and began to trail down the naked boy, sucking on his neck, his chest, his boytits (causing Jimmy to moan in pleasure) and his belly. Soon, he came to Jimmy's rigid nail. Unable to resist, he slipped the hard three and a half inch [9 cm] boycock into his mouth and began to suck hard as he ran his tongue rapidly over the mushroom head. Despite the fact that it was covered in Kevin's anal juice, Jimmy's copious pre-cum and his natural delicious taste made the little weenie absolutely divine and Cameron molested it fiercely. For a while, the hall was filled with the moans of children as Jimmy and Kevin both bucked into their assailant's mouths, Cameron rapidly blowing Jimmy as Wally eagerly sucked Kevin. Almost at the same time, both boys shoved two fingers into their prey's mouths and, after Jimmy and Kevin had eagerly covered the digits in spit, rammed them deep into the children's anal cavities. The shock of the entrance caused both children to squeal in delight and sent them over the edge at the same time.

"Oh shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit!!!!!" wailed Jimmy as he exploded into the older boy's mouth, his cock firing off blast after blast of cum. The teenager assaulting him, however, did not seem to notice nor stop. He continued, much to Jimmy's chagrin, to rapidly suck Jimmy's oversensitive boycock and plow Jimmy's little pink pucker with his two long fingers. "Oh stop! Please stop! Oh shit, please!" he cried as the powerful feelings coming from his now much too sensitive ass and prick were racing up his spine. Throwing his head to the side, he noticed that Kevin was in the same state, screaming his head off and pleading with his attacker to stop swirling his tongue around the boy's over-sensitive cocklett.

Both teenagers suddenly stopped. Jimmy, grateful for the reprieve, turned back to look at the boy on top of him. Cameron, who had a wild look in his eyes, was covered in Jimmy's cum. In fact, Jimmy thought briefly, he himself was covered in his own cum too. Apparently, his attacker had continued to blow him despite much of Jimmy's jizz erupting from the boy's cum-filled mouth and landing all over both of them.

Cameron was overjoyed. The beautiful creature had just dumped gallons of cum into his mouth and, though he was in no way capable of drinking it all down, he was able to taste the boy's sweet nectar. It was almost time to satisfy himself, he thought. Before he could, however, he wanted to taste the boy's special place. Grabbing the kid's legs, he pulled the boy's knees up to his chest and rolled the kid back onto his shoulders. There, open for the world, was his beautiful hairless little pucker. Without thought, Cameron dove in, shoving his tongue deep into the boy's hole and well past his tight sphincter.

"Ahhhh!" Jimmy yelled, his bottom suddenly being wiped and then plundered by the teenager's moist tongue. "Oh man that feels so good. Keep going!" he babbled, loving the feeling. Enjoying the rimming immensely, he was distracted by the sounds of struggle next to him. Glancing over, he saw the boy on top of Kevin shove his huge tool (huge in Jimmy's experience, only five inches [12½ cm] in actuality) hard into Kevin's backside as his classmate struggled to get away. His eyes wide, he watched as the teenager began to plunder Kevin's ass, vigorously pumping in and out of him. Kevin's little boypussy expanded to the intrusion but, despite having had quite a few cocks up has ass that day, this was the largest cock he'd taken so far and his discomfort caused him to grunt. Within five thrusts of Wally, though, Kevin began to feel incredibly wonderful. Within ten thrusts, he was actively slamming himself into Wally and screaming at the older boy to fuck him.

Kevin's obvious pleasure sent a spike of jealousy through Jimmy and, overcome with the urge to challenge the male now fucking what was his, he began to struggle against Cameron in the hopes of attacking Wally for supremacy over the Kevin. Cameron was having none of that. His boy, who had been purring only a moment before as Cameron tongued his little boyhole, began to struggle. Sensing the need to pacify the pre-teen, Cameron lowered him down slightly and, slipping two fingers up the boy's now pliant anus, began to suck on the boy's hard little weenie. His boy relaxed again and began to thrust into his mouth. After a few more heartbeats, Cameron decided it was time to mate. Using his left hand to rub his slick pre-cum all over his massive tool, he smoothly positioned it at the entrance to the boy and began to thrust. His boy, suddenly aware of what was trying to work its way up his poop shoot, started to struggle again. He'd had the Prodders up his ass like every boy in his classroom and had been fucked by many of his male classmates, but his attacker's prick, seven inches [18 cm] long and just about as thick as a can of Coke, was much bigger than anything he'd taken so far. Quick to pin the boy in place, Cameron leaned forward and began to jerk the child's little cocklett furiously as his own mushroom head was slowly fighting to get past the boy's resisting sphincter. The pleasure being generated in his boycock by the teen's furious wanking caused his resistance to slip and, all of a sudden, Cameron's cock head and three inches [7 cm] slipped right up the boy's tight little asshole. Opening his mouth and inhaling deeply, in preparation to scream in pleasure (and a little pain), Jimmy suddenly found his mouth locked with his assailant who, seizing on the boy's open mouth, leaned fully over and shoved his large teenage tongue right into the wide open orifice.

Jimmy moaned into Cameron's mouth instead, the uncomfortable intrusion up his ass causing some slight pain while the hand furiously flying over his prick was bringing a great deal of pleasure. Waiting a moment to let the child get used to him, Cameron eventually was overcome with lust and, without any more thoughts to care, rammed himself home. All seven inches [18 cm] slammed into Jimmy as he shrieked into Cameron's mouth, more from shock than pain. In fact, as the teenager began to rapidly pump in and out of him, Jimmy found that the pain had disappeared and was replaced with the most wonderful feeling of pleasure.

For the next couple of minutes, Cameron and Wally, their shoulders occasionally touching, rapidly slammed into their prey, the boys laying next to each other and screaming in pleasure as the two teenagers plowed them; one fucking a tight eleven-year-old boypussy with his large seven inch [18 cm] prick while the other fucked a tight eleven-year-old boypussy with his slightly more modest five-inch [12½ cm] cock. Cameron, having sat up during the fucking, was the first to really take note of their positioning. With Wally and Wally's boy to his right and his own boy right in front of him, Cameron, who was about to cum, grasped with his left hand his boy's cocklett, which had stopped masturbating the boy earlier, and began to rapidly stroke the boy. Shoving two fingers on his right hand into his boy's mouth, he quickly pulled the saliva-coated digits out and, while still fucking his boy and jerking the kid off, reached slyly around Wally's backside. Wally, not paying attention and bent over in a wild kiss with Kevin, didn't see the two fingers coming until, all of a sudden, the were shoved deep into his ass. That sudden shock, followed a heartbeat later by Cameron teasing his prostate, sent him over the edge and he began to cum deep in Kevin's pre-teen boypussy. Kevin, feeling the teen cum, climaxed as well, howling into his mouth.

Feeling a sense of domination as he rapidly finger-fucked Wally, as well as his own boy suddenly crying out in climax again and shooting his boyseed all over Cameron's hand, sent Cameron over the edge. Withdrawing his fingers from Wally, he quickly rolled poor Jimmy onto his shoulders and began to fuck the kid as hard and as fast as he could. Unfortunately for the climaxing Jimmy, this positioned him in the perfect spot for Cameron's now jackhammering prick to assault, on each thrust, his tiny immature prostate, making the pleasure he was experiencing from the climax increase by orders of magnitude. Cameron screamed as he came, "Oh shit!!!! Oh shit!!! I'm cumming!!!! Take it boy!!!! Oh Fuck!!!!" at the same time as Jimmy was screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, please… Fuck me!!!!"

In short order, as the four began to come down from their orgasmic bliss, huge quantities of cum flooding out of both Kevin and Jimmy every time the older males pumped slowly into them. Jimmy and Kevin's exposed prickletts, too, contributed to the flood of semen as their small boyhoods drenched everyone in their seed. Cameron, satiated for the moment, looked down at the beautiful angel he was laying on top of and casually began to probe the boy's mouth, eventually gaining access with his tongue and exploring every crevice of Jimmy's oral cavity. Jimmy just lay there, to exhausted to do anything but moan gently as the larger boy tongued him deeply, sighing slightly in regret when his partner's huge prick finally softened enough to 'plop' out of his boyhole, accompanied by a massive flood of jizz.

Cameron's instinct took over. Slowly, he sat up and, grasping his now mostly soft tool, directed it right at Jimmy's face. Then, satisfied that the boy was his, he began to urinate. Jimmy, shocked that he was now being peed on, couldn't help but close his eyes and take the drenching, Cameron's steady flow covering his face and neck and chest. Finally, as Cameron began to use the last of his piss to thoroughly cover Jimmy's deflated boycock and balls, Jimmy, looked over to Kevin and noticed that he, too, was being drenched in piss by his partner. Cameron, having relieved himself completely and with a new arousal beginning to build in his loins, stood up and looked down at his boy. Perfection. His. With a lick of his lips, he pulled his eyes away from his boy and began to walk down the hallway, his mind telling him it was time to seek out new prey.

As he proceeded forward, he didn't notice that Wally had also gotten up and advanced down a different hallway, nor did he notice that Jimmy, his little boy-nail suddenly sticking up with arousal, grab Kevin before he could get away and, pushing the boy back onto the ground, mount him and begin fucking him furiously. Over the next little while, Cameron found five boys to take his seed in the middle school.

He took twelve-year-old Mathieu Austin in the boy's seventh grade history class; fucking the cutie roughly while six other seventh-grade couples fucked vigorously around them. Mathieu, a stunning little brunette, had just finished plowing one of his classmates in the ass when Cameron stumbled upon him. Seizing the boy before he realized what kind of danger the much older teen presented, he soon found himself squealing higher and louder than any of the other boys as he climaxed into Cameron's furiously wanking hand and his ass was plowed fast and hard by his rapist. Cameron left soon after, but not before pissing all over the boy and shoving his long tongue deep into Mathieu's throat. He didn't notice after he left, two of the other boys, having finished with their own partners, decided Mathieu was easy prey and pounce on their male classmate; shoving one eleven-year-old dick up his boyhole while the other shoved his twelve-year-old cock down Mathieu's throat.

He took fourteen-year-old Tyrese Johnson in the boy's bathroom. Having heard some wailing as he walked by, Cameron found the ebony-skinned eighth-grader vigorously plowing the tiny asshole of Brandon Cooper, the adorable little eleven-year-old sixth-grader on his hands and knees as the older boy plowed into him with his well proportioned six-inch [15 cm] cock. Luckily, Tyrese had his legs out wide, parting his own butt cheeks enough that his beautiful brown hole was visible to Cameron. Spreading his pre-cum all over his engorged flesh, he slowly made his way behind Tyrese, bent over, and, before the eight-grader even knew he was there, shoved his cock all the way to the hilt. The three fucked like that for a while, little Brandon repeatedly shoving himself backward onto the eighth-grader's dick while Cameron plowed the boy relentlessly, forcing Tyrese to turn his head so Cameron could make out with him fiercely.

He took thirteen-year-old Nathan Adelstein behind the cafeteria counter, having chased the eight-grader all around the room for damn near three minutes! The boy was fast, especially because he wanted to protect his backside and not submit to the larger male, but in the end, Cameron's sixteen-year-old legs gave him the advantage. Cameron played with Nathan for a while, especially because, once caught, the boy became very compliant. Even after they each blew a load down the other's throat during a vigorous sixty-nine, Cameron stayed with Nathan until his arousal returned. The boy screamed wildly in pleasure when Cameron thrust into him, fucking him fast and hard doggy-style, before drenching the boy in piss and leaving to find a new prey.

He took eleven-year-old Ian McDaniel in the hall, having stumbled upon him in a most interesting position; a three-way with two teenage boys who were seniors at Grant-Thorton high school. The seventeen-year-old boys, who had apparently come to hunt much younger prey, had Ian sandwiched upside-down between them; one blowing his three-inch [7 cm] tool while the other ate his tender young boyhole and he busied himself eating his first mature cock. Growling loudly that the two males would touch his boy, Cameron grasped Ian by the neck and pulled him up into his arms, scowling viciously at the older boys. Getting the hint and unwilling to challenge the aggressive male, the high-schoolers crept off in search of new prey while Ian struggled in Cameron's arms. Cameron fucked him extra-roughly to prove a point, though Ian did climax hard halfway through Cameron's anal pounding.

He took twelve-year-old Jordan Lyons in the locker room shower, though 'taking' might be too strong a word. Entering the boys' locker room, Cameron stopped in front of the shower area. There, lying on his back and furiously masturbating as the warm shower cascaded down on him, was beautiful little Jordan. His legs wide open and slightly raised, Jordan noticed Cameron immediately and, staring at the new boy between his upturned legs and still furiously beating his little meat, he began to whine in arousal. Cameron had no choice but to stalk over. The closer he got, the more eager the boy became, his tiny little pucker opening and closing rapidly in anticipation. Sliding down between the little seventh-graders legs, Cameron spent several minutes lapping and tonguing the boy's cum-filled anus before slowly entering the boy and proceeding to fuck him gently but passionately as the boy moaned with lust throughout the whole ordeal. He left Jordan there, the boy waiting eagerly for his next assfuck.

Leaving the locker-room, Cameron found that he was on the opposite side of the middle school from where he'd entered. In fact, he was just meters from the grade school. Thinking about the incredibly young boys only a short distance away, his lust became inflamed and his instinct told him to move. Exiting out the nearby double doors of Washington middle school, he quickly closed the distance to Emerson elementary and, reaching to side entrance, slipped inside.

The first thing Cameron saw when he entered was a male, perhaps fifteen, leaning with his back up against the wall just inside the doorway. The boy's eyes were closed tightly and his arms were wrapped tightly around the torso of a boy who, in Cameron's estimation, couldn't have been more that seven. The little boy and the teen were both moaning loudly as the older boy forced the youngster's little body to bounce deeply onto his hard cock, his hands clasped just above the child's bellybutton and his tiny feet dangling inches off the ground.

As Cameron stalked down the hall and peaked into rooms, his eyes were glued to the scenes of carnal pleasure he was witnessing. Boys, some as old as eleven and some as young as seven, were busy raping each other senseless. The doors were all open and children moved freely from room to room, some hunting new prey and others fleeing a potential rapist. Occasionally, an older male could be seen taking part in the sexual escapades; forcing a youngster to take a cock deep or pushing a child's face onto a dripping older cock. At one point, Cameron passed by a boy of around thirteen who was busy sucking the little cocklett of an obvious third-grader while shoving two fingers deep into the eight-year-old's ass and two fingers deep in his own backside. The smaller boy howled in pleasure, obviously enjoying the attention of the older male and returning his enthusiasm by licking the older boy's prick as one would lick an ice-cream cone.

And then Cameron spotted his next boy. Peaking into a room marked Second Grade – Ms. Yollanda, he saw a boy standing in the corner, clearly defensive and lashing out at any that came near. Whereas several others in the room were engaged in sex and those that were not seemed to be evaluating who their next prey would be, this boy, despite his cute little three inch [7 cm] woody standing at complete attention, seemed disinclined to hunt. "Perfect. Just perfect" growled Cameron, his lust building as he watched the 3'8" [1.12 m], 50lbs [23 kg] dark-haired seven-year-old fend of another boy before the attacker finally got the hint and began to chase someone else out of the classroom and right past Cameron. His boy was cute as a button, big-wide eyes (brown, Cameron would later notice), a little pug nose, angular facial features and short black hair. The boy was thin, though there was just a bit of baby fat on his build that made his figure slightly curvy and incredibly sexy. Of course, being seven, puberty was a long way off for the boy.

As Cameron sauntered into the room, the children who noticed him fled; his obvious desire and eyes for prey leaving many of them with the desire to escape. One boy of perhaps eleven, who was rapidly fucking a boy of eight, actually pulled the boy up and dragged him out of the room, fucking him moments later in the hall and away from the large and imposing male. A few of the couples didn't notice Cameron, but he paid them no heed. Instead, his eye's stayed focused on his boy. The boy, who had seen the big kid come in, wilted as the stranger's eyes met his. Backing into the corner, his flight instinct taking over, he cowered as the teenager approached him.

Noah Grey was usually a shy boy, quiet and introverted. At seven, he was one of the younger second graders but always the top of the class no mater what the teacher asked him to do. He was a good boy, so why, then, weren't things fair? He had been enjoying reading-time this morning when those things came in and began to touch him all over. Sure, it had felt really good, but it was unexpected and the unexpected made him nervous. Then, after that, he and his classmates had begun to touch each other! It felt good to have Brian Trascozy wrap his little lips around Noah's hard peter and it was kind of nice when Joseph Martin, one of his few friends, had put his own weenie into Noah's bottom. But still, it was different and new and frightening. After that, he had gone to sleep and woken up with the desire to do things to others – to make them suck his peter and to put it in their privates. But this new desire was too much and Noah was mad. "No!" he kept shouting to the voice in his head. He wasn't going to do it! And he wasn't going to let others do it to him! Enough! But then, the really big kid came in the room and he became afraid. When the teenager, who looked like his sixteen-year-old big brother, looked at him, he turned to jelly and wanted to run. Then the boy began to come near him. Enough! Enough enough enough!!!!!!

Suddenly consumed by a blinding rage at everything he'd gone through this day, regardless of how good it felt, Noah sprung forward towards his would-be assailant. Cameron, totally caught off guard by the tiny boy, didn't react as the boy crashed into him and, thanks to luck more so than skill, actually caused Cameron to lose his footing and fall backwards. Before Cameron knew it, his boy was on top of him and his tiny fists were rapidly beating Cameron's face and chest and shoulder. Perturbed and more than a little embarrassed, Cameron's composure quickly came back and he grasped his boy hard, rolling over so the kid was now on his back. At his new angle, the boy couldn't move his arms well enough to hurt Cameron and Cameron quickly pinned the child down, preparing to dominate the boy roughly in hopes of forcing him to submit. Thrashing wildly, Noah's helplessness only caused him to see red as his continued to beat and struggle with his captor while Cameron began to try to open his legs and maneuver himself to thrust into his prey.

After an inordinate amount of time and little progress, Cameron was exasperated. Despite having damn near a hundred pounds [45 kg] on the kid and being nearly two feet [60 cm] bigger, he couldn't get the squirt to stop flailing wildly, frustrating his attempt at penetration. Taking a moment to consider his options, he finally looked down at his boy and, seeing the child's face scrunched up in blind frenzy, decided a new approach would be necessary. Looking around the room, he noticed a large stuffed blue chair in one corner; the kind a second grade teacher might sit in while reading to her class. It looked comfortable and soft; safe even. Deciding on his course of action, he jumped off his boy and took a step back. Noah, sensing freedom, bound to his feet and attempted to run. He didn't make it more than three steps before he was swept up into the arms of his attacker, suddenly being carried as a bride would be across the threshold of a new home by her bridegroom. Cameron, holding tightly onto the now struggling child, walked carefully over the big comfortable chair before sitting down gently.

Maneuvering the boy quickly, Cameron soon found himself sitting in a deep and large chair with a seven-year-old child across his lap. Pulling the boy close, he began to make nonsensical soothing noises while he gently rocked his still struggling prey. Miraculously, it worked. Within a few moments, the boy became calm and, pushing his face into Cameron's neck, wrapped his own arms around Cameron's chest. Together, they sat there rocking gently for several minutes, Cameron cooing and stroking the boy's arms and legs lightly while Noah snuggled up to him; feeling relieved and comfortable for the first time that day.

His prey pacified, Cameron reached up with his free hand and gently shifted the boy's head so that his boy's left ear was pressed up against Cameron's right shoulder and he could look right down at his angel's beautiful face. His boy, eyes closed and enjoying the safety of his arms, had the most kissable mouth that Cameron desperately wanted to explore. Leaning forward gently, Cameron began to nibble the boy's nose. Giggling, the child opened his eyes and tilted his head up, providing Cameron the perfect opportunity to seize his mouth and being to gently kiss the little second-grader. Noah, enjoying the feeling of wet lips pressed against his own, moaned slightly into Cameron's mouth. Sensing an opportunity, Cameron slipped quickly into the slightly open orifice and, before Noah could protest, began to tease the child's tongue and gums and teeth with his own eager tongue. Within moments, the little boy began to kiss him back furiously; Noah relishing in this attention and feeling wonderful as their tongues wrestled.

With the child engaged, Cameron's naughty fingers began to stroke closer and closer to the boy's erect little penis, eventually finding the pre-cum-slick little pole ready and eager for fun. As Cameron continued to make out with the boy, his hand began to tease the little pecker, increasing in speed as his tongue increased in passion. Noah moaned into his mouth, feeling wonderful feelings coursing through his tiny boycock. The pressure began to build just as he had experienced dozens of times already that day. Yet this time was different as he felt felt… engaged or possessed or maybe even desired? It was a good feeling nonetheless and soon Noah was humping his little member into the older boy's dancing hand. Sensing the boy was close to his climax, Cameron withdrew his hand and his tongue. Noah, his pleasure suddenly gone, began to whine gently and immediately brought his own hand to his little stiffy, intent to finish the job. Cameron caught the hand and, maneuvering the child gently so he was tightly bound, began to cuddle with the boy while making soft cooing noises.

Unable to pleasure himself and with his captor not doing it for him, Noah's arousal and desire slowly abated, though he remained hard. After several minutes of gently rocking the boy, Cameron decided to go through the motions again. As before, he began to gently, and then more firmly, kiss the boy. Then, he began to tease the child's hard little nail, stopping as the boy began to thrust into him and denying his prey the release the boy craved. Holding the child tightly and making sure the kid couldn't reach his aching willy, Cameron again rocked with him and cooed at him while allowing lack of stimulation to abate the kid's need.

Go a step further, Cameron gently pulled the boy up so the child's feet were on either side of his legs and, forcing the kid to stand while holding the boy's arms in both his hands, he began to tease the boy's rigid cock with his tongue. Before Noah could achieve the release he eagerly needed, Cameron stopped. Waiting a minute for the child to cool off, he began again, edging the kid with his torturous tongue. Right before the boy climaxed, though, he pulled away again. This time, Cameron swung the kid around so his ass was right next to Cameron's face and, holding the kid's arms out to his side while the child stood looking out into the room, his aching little member drooling massive amounts of pre-cum, Cameron buried his face into the boy's beautiful asscheeks and began to tease his little pucker just as he had teased his little boydick.

For quite a while, Cameron sat in the chair and aggressively rimmed the poor and horny seven-year-old, driving the kid nuts. Every little while, he would stop and let the kid cool down before beginning again. Soon, the little boy was whining loudly and shoving his ass back onto the invading tongue, desperate to climax. Realizing it was time, Cameron spun the boy around again and held both of the child's wrists out in front of him with his left hand. With his right hand, he coated his already soaked and aching member with even more pre-cum and, grasping his massive tool at the base, angled it straight up, directly at Noah's ass. The boy would only need to bend down slightly to impale himself on the huge monster. His prey, having watched him curiously and with a great deal of lust, gasped when he realized what was going on. The older teen wanted him, Noah, to put the boy's peter into his own bottom!

For a short time, the sixteen-year-old and the seven-year-old stared at each other, Cameron offering the boy release by riding his massive fuckstick and Noah doing the metal calculus on whether he should. Then Cameron played his trump card. Letting go of his tool, which promptly slammed right back to his belly with a loud "thwack", Cameron casually reached out with his right hand and gave the boy's three-inch [7 cm] woody a couple of quick strokes, letting go almost immediately. Noah moaned desperately, unable to climax from that brief but overwhelming stimulation.

Seeing the boy capitulate to the inevitable, Cameron once again grasped his huge cock and pointed it up towards Noah's little pucker. Noah, his hands still grasped by the large teenage boy, resigned himself to his fate and shuffled his feet close to the chair's back so that the boy holding his arms was actually keeping him from falling backwards. Slowly, as Cameron gazed on hungrily, Noah began to bend his knees, slinking lower and lower as he did and counting on Cameron to keep him from falling too far. When his tiny pucker came to rest on the huge mushroom shaped head of his lover, he stopped for a moment, gathered his will, and tried to sink down further. It was tough going. Noah had had quite a few small boycocks up his ass that day as well as a rather enthusiastic Prodder. Moreover, he'd just spent the last few minutes getting expertly rimmed, leaving his little boypussy somewhat loose and pliable. Still, this cock was huge and he wasn't sure if it would even fit. Cameron, knowing he could force it into the small boy if necessary, was willing to let the child try it himself first.

Within a few heartbeats, Noah realized it was going to take some force to get the head, which was still at his entrance, into him. Gathering up all his conviction, Noah did the only thing that made sense to his incredibly aroused and somewhat frustrated seven-year-old brain: he let his knees buckle. Unfortunately for the poor boy, this was exactly the wrong thing to do. Instead of pushing him down a little as he'd hoped, at the angle in which he was squatting, there was no counter force to his own body weight and gravity. Thus, in the blink of an eye, Noah went from having Cameron's huge cock head trying to get past his sphincter to being entirely impaled on the boy's huge tool, all seven inches [18 cm] having slid impossibly fast up his tiny rectum, which was now obscenely wrapped around the thick pole. Instead of a long and slow penetration, Noah was filled almost instantaneously. Both he and Cameron reacted just as quickly.

For Cameron, his prick incredibly sensitive and needy, the ultra-fast feeling of the boy's incredibly tiny sphincter sliding from the tip to the base of his cock and the powerful tightness of the boy's guts sent him over the edge violently. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he roared loudly, throwing his head back and howling with animal lust. He manhood, encased in the vice-like grip of his boy's amazingly taut backside, erupted his cum forcefully into the boy, deep and copious and hot. Because there was so little room and his semen almost immediately filled the boy's rectum to capacity, some traveled up into the boy's colon while most exploded out of the boy's strained asshole, forcing its way out of Noah's body and flooding Cameron's pelvis with his own boybatter.

For Noah, the uncomfortable fullness and the slight pain of being stretched so greatly were mere droplets in the ocean of ecstasy that arose as the older boy's massive cock slid all the way up his tiny little ass. Being so thick, the angle of entry didn't matter as the huge tool collided, and then proceeded to slide along and devastate, his immature prostate. As his smooth little bottom landed on Cameron's wiry pubic hair and the mushroom head of Cameron's cock forced its way into his lower colon, Noah erupted in his most powerful boygasm of the day. While his tiny three-inch [7 cm] woody began to expel the first of what would be thirty-four powerful blasts of venom-induced baby-boy-cum, the poor second-grader was literally overwhelmed with the crashing tsunami of pleasure. Giving a weak cry of "Ah" as his upper body fell forward and his head landed on Cameron's chest, the giant cock still imbedded and cumming wildly in his ass, Noah floated in the deep unknowable sea of joy before passing out moments later.

After what seemed like forever, Cameron's climax began to taper off and he became aware of the limp boy lying on his chest. Using his hands, he slowly pulled the child off and, seeing that the boy had past out, gently shook him. As the boy slowly began to regain consciousness, Cameron took stock of the situation. He was absolutely soaked in cum, both from the massive around that had leaked out of his boy's hole and the vast load his boy had shot all over their chests as he lay passed out. His cock, interestingly enough, was still very hard and buried entirely in the seven-year-olds backside. Not quite ready to pull the kid off his cock, Cameron gently brought the semiconscious boy's head to his, grasping the boy's lips lovingly and slipping his tongue into the boy's slack mouth. Kissing the boy deeply, Cameron helped bring the child back to reality and soon the boy was actively engaged in the kiss.

Whatever had just occurred had been the most intense experience of Noah's life. When the older boy's huge peter slid all the way into him, it was like Christmas and his birthday and the Fourth of July all at the same time. And he wanted more! He wanted to do it again! All of the things he'd been doing and had done to him that day suddenly made sense and it was wonderful and joyous and good. Expelling the teenager's tongue from his mouth, he slowly sat back while maintaining eye contact with his partner, the boy's incredibly large tool still buried to the hilt in his backside. Taking a deep breath, he tucked his legs on either side of him and, gripping the arms of the chair to stabilize himself, slowly began to raise himself of the fuckstick. An inch [2½ cm]. Two [5 cm]. Four [10 cm]. Six [15 cm] slid out of his asshole, cum gushing, as if from a broken dam, out of his taut pucker and cascading down the boy's meat. Then, before the massive head became free, Noah sat down hard, swallowing up the massive tool in one swift stroke.

Pleasure exploded through Cameron as his prey slammed himself on Cameron's tool. "Oh" he grunted, as the child let out a short sharp moan at the same time. Again, the boy raised himself almost off Cameron's cock and, again, slammed himself home. "Oh" Cameron grunted again, louder. Over and over, the child began to fuck himself on Cameron's horny pole, his tempo becoming faster as he got the hang of riding cock. Soon, Cameron was grunting rapidly, letting the boy fuck himself at his own pace, which, Cameron mused, was incredibly fast. The child, moaning in delight and lust, suddenly raised his right hand from the chair arm and attempted to stroke himself as he bounced up and down on the huge spear; though the loss of his stabilizing arm caused his pace to falter and become haphazard. Replacing his hand, he built up a steady pace once again as his hard little nail wagged lustily in front of him.

Cameron, realizing the boy's plight, decided to help the kid out. He reached up with one hand to the boy's left nipple and began to rub it with his thumb while his other hand snaked down to the boy's tiny member and began to stroke it wildly. Noah squealed in delight, increasing his pace even more. Within a minute, both boys were on the edge of climax, Noah bouncing rapidly on Cameron's cock while the older boy jerked him furiously. Suddenly overcome with the joy of sex and thankful for this wonderful revelation, Noah abruptly dove forward and shoved his tongue into the mouth of the startled older boy. At the moment their tongues met, both boys climaxed powerfully, cum shooting all over chests and deep inside a rectum. Sharing the amazing bliss of orgasm, both boys screamed together in joy and pleasure as the younger one continued to ride the older one and the older continued to wank the younger.

Cameron was almost sad when he left his boy, covered in his own jizz and Cameron's piss, curled up happily on the cum-soaked chair. When he got to the door, he paused for a moment to decide which direction to continue and to observe the sexual frenzy in the hall. Turning to get one more look at his boy, he smiled as three older boys, probably around thirteen of fourteen, stalked over and dragged his boy off of the couch and onto the play mat. Watching as one shoved his teenage cock up the child's well-fucked hole, one slid his boyboner into child's mouth, and the other slid under the seven-year-old and took the child's tiny nail into his mouth while quickly frisking his own teenage erection, Cameron almost decided to go back and join in the fun. He was even more tempted when his little guy seemed to come alive by the new action and began to actively participate, moaning in pleasure as the teenage boys assaulted his body. Sighing, however, Cameron's instincts told him to move forward and seek new prey. He did so and had the opportunity to spill his seed many more times that afternoon.

He took ten-year-old Adrian Evans and his brother, nine-year-old Austin Evans, in a broom closet. Cameron had seen the boys pop out of the closet and, grabbing an unsuspecting boy, pull him in with them before shutting the door. Wise to their game and giving them credit for their ingenuity, he waited until the boy ran out of the closet before he busted in and slammed the door behind him. Startling the brothers, he pushed them both to the ground and growled menacingly, reaching up to the top of the door and bolting it shut from the inside. Both boys, shocked and each realizing that the bolt was too high and they were now trapped with the older male, gave in rapidly to his sexual advances.

First, he pushed Austin's head into Adrian's crotch, forcing the younger brother to suck off the older brother. Neither boy had done anything sexual with each other, preferring to work as a team to rape some of the other boys. However, as the younger brother's lips began to bob up and down on the older brothers stiff little willy, both boys found themselves enjoying it. It was at that moment that, when Austin was enthusiastically sucking his brother, Cameron shoved all seven inches [18 cm] of his man-meat up the nine-year-old's ass. Fucking him vigorously and reaching underneath the boy to jerk Austin's throbbing little member, all three boys came explosively shortly thereafter.

After they rested for a short time, Cameron manhandled the boys into the same position, with Adrian's head now in Austin's crotch. As the older brother enthusiastically sucked off the younger brother, Cameron shoved his entire cock up the ten-year-olds tight asshole and, fucking him just as vigorously as he had previously fucked his brother, began to jerk the kid's hard little tool. Within a short time, all three boys's climaxed again. Cameron left the dazed boys in the room, laying in a large deep puddle of jizz and covered in his piss. When the boys finally regained their equilibrium, instead of looking for a new boy to fuck, they eyed each other speculatively. Within moments, they were wrestling around, each trying to force his brother to submit by shoving his rigid little pole up his sibling's ass.

Cameron took ten year old Hiro Tanaka in the nurse's office. He'd seen his boy chase a boy of seven or eight into the room and, sensing an opportunity, caught Hiro just as he was about to penetrate the smaller boy. Moving quickly, he grabbed Hiro, a slight eleven-year-old fifth-grader, and, picking him up, dropped him face up on the exam table. Slipping two fingers into the still struggling boy, he quickly went down on his prey. Teasing the boy's sensitive prostate, it didn't take long for Hiro to erupt into Cameron's throat.

Feeling somewhat sadistic all of a sudden, he continued to plow the kid's hole with his two fingers. Scooping up a handful of the warm cum covering Hiro's chest and pelvis, he quickly pulled out his offending hand and, covering it in the boy's seed, slipped three cum-covered fingers into the eleven-year-old's asshole. He added a fourth finger soon after. Scissoring his fingers while he plowed the boy, he eventually shoved his thumb in as well, damn near fisting the kid. Hiro, whose limp little cock had quickly regained its rigidity, moaned in pleasure as Cameron's five fingers rapidly plowed into him. Sensing the kid was ready, Cameron suddenly put a bit more muscle into one of his thrusts and, after encountering a bit of resistance, was able to shove his whole hand into little Hiro. Cameron, his other hand rapidly stroking his own engorged tool, pounded the eleven-year-old's ass rapidly to the glassy-eyed moans of the dazed and drooling boy. Suddenly opening his hand deep in Hiro, the child gave a strangled cry of pleasure and came again, his cock untouched. A heartbeat later, Cameron pulled out his hand and, shoving his whole cock deep into the boy, climaxed as well.

He took eight-year-old Bo McManus in the middle of a hallway, having stumbled upon the little guy just as an older boy of ten or eleven finished pissing all over him. The little guy seemed dazed, laying languidly on the cum covered tile floor and having obviously been fucked quite a few times. Cameron, aroused by the youngster, knelt down and took the child's tiny erection into his mouth as he shoved three fingers into the boy's very pliant asshole. When the little boy began to hump his mouth enthusiastically, Cameron withdrew his fingers and mouth while gently rolling the boy into a ball, asshole up. Then, maneuvering into a comfortable position over the boy, Cameron shoved his entire cock hilt-deep into the kid's pink pucker, eliciting from him a deep grunt of shock as the invader stretched his sphincter wide followed by a loud keen of pleasure as the massive tool massaged his anal passageway and prostate. Though Cameron looked absolutely obscene rabbit-fucking the little boy, they both enjoyed it immensely, culminating in an explosive orgasm for each.

He took nine-year-old Sidney Webster in the most unusual way. Crossing through the grade school's indoor play area, he happened upon an incredibly arousing sight. Sidney was under the monkey bars, suspended face-up and about waist high by several jump ropes. The kid had been tied-up, his knee's to his chest and his arms fastened behind him, while being stretched apart and secured to the top of the play structure. The effect made Cameron quite horny, as the boy's open legs left his boycock, balls, and asshole incredibly exposed while the ropes acted much like a sex-swing. Moreover, with his hands tied behind his back, the boy neither could escape his situation nor touch himself. Slipping between the boy's spread legs, Cameron slowly began to tease the outside of the boy's cum-drenched boyhole while his other hand began to gently stroke the kid's aching member. Sidney groaned loudly, pleading with Cameron with incoherent moans to fuck him. Obliging the cute blond, Cameron slipped his hard pole up the kid's well-used ass.

Seventeen-year-old Julian Webster, watching the scene from behind another structure, groaned as he observed his younger brother get fucked slowly by this new kid, considerably older than the previous five boys (age seven, eleven, ten, eleven, and eight) who had already plowed his brother's ass. Having lusted after his little brother for the last few months, this day had been the fulfillment of many sexual fantasies for Julian because today was the first time ever he had been able to sexually assault the boy, seeking the little fourth-grader out as soon as he could. And, after bringing his sibling into this playroom and raping his ass and mouth over and over, taking breaks so he could enthusiastically suck his brother's little cocklett and force the kid into strong brotherly-induced climaxes, he had the most wonderful idea!

It took awhile to tie the kid up under the monkey bars but it was well worth it because Julian had been able to observe others fuck his brother senseless. Moreover, his brother's inviting pucker was the most wonderful lure, allowing him to sneak up on those fucking his brother and slip his own solid six and a half inch [16½ cm] cock up their unsuspecting holes. Plowing the two eleven-year-olds and the ten year old as they fucked his brother had been great fun. Fucking the seven and eight-year-olds as they took the rare opportunity to enjoy an older boy's ass had been incredibly arousing. Fucking this new boy, who Julian thought was a year below him at Grant-Thorton, was going to be wonderful as well because this guy was incredibly hot and oozed dominance; therefore, Julian guessed, making him submit would be very enjoyable.

Quietly walking up behind Cameron, Julian, who was just a bit bigger and heavier, glanced over the teen's shoulder at his little brother. Sidney, now being long-dicked by Cameron, locked eye's with his older brother and drooled stupidly as he moaned in enjoyment. Seizing the opportunity, Julian closed the distance very quickly and, before Cameron could register a protest, pushed himself up against Cameron and shoved his six and a half inches [16½ cm] deep into Cameron's ass. Cameron, suddenly invaded by the new boy, slammed home into his own prey. Shocked that he was suddenly being dominated by another male, the pleasure rippling through his backside overrode his outrage and he soon found himself rapidly pistoning in and out of the captive nine-year-old while the much older boy jackhammered his own hole. All three boys came powerfully a short while later.

As Cameron's climax abated, he found himself roughly pulled out of the tied up boy and pushed toward the door by the teen that had just fucked his ass. Taking a few halting steps, he turned to look at the scene. As he watched, the older boy dropped to his knees and began to rapidly tongue the fourth-grader's oozing asshole, making the kid moan in delight. As the moments passed, the older boy, seemingly overcome with desire and oblivious to Cameron's presence, stood up and quickly shoved his now dripping meat into the child, fucking him wildly. Cameron, despite having climaxed only a minute before, was overcome with new arousal. Just as the other boy had done to him, he quietly slid behind the teen and quickly shoved his massive pole deep up the boy's ass. Julian, having completely forgotten him and now finding himself sandwiched between his brother and the mystery boy, soon became accustomed to the large cock up has ass and rode the other boy just as his brother's tiny pucker was now riding him. As before, all three boys came a short time later.

He took seven-year-old Scott Zabastas on the beautiful grassy lawn that made up the quad in the center of the grade school. Cutting though the courtyard, he was approached by the horny little beast who, without bothering to look him in the eye, squatted down in front of Cameron and began to rapidly lick and suckle his teenage cock. Scotty, overcome with the lust of the day, had seen the teenager crossing the yard and, astonished by the boy's huge peter, knew he needed that massive organ up his bum. Cameron, enjoying the blowjob from the little imp, proceeded to lay down in the grass and offer the kid his tool. Wasting no time, Scotty proceeded to line his bum up with the mammoth monster and sat down hard, forcing Cameron's prick up his well used backside in one swift motion. Scotty rode Cameron's pole enthusiastically, it being the biggest one he had taken that day. Together, the seven-year-old and the sixteen-year-old moaned and came, the warm sun beating down on them as the cool grass tickled their bodies.

Cameron had been edging for a while, having long turned off his illegal video's in favor of the memories he had garnered that day. Alien Ground Zero, or AGZ as the news kept calling it, had been the best thing that had ever happened to him – allowing him to have sex with a wide variety of boys whom he would never have had the opportunity to enjoy for fear of societal retribution. Thinking about the little cocks and assholes he had been able to play with had almost sent him over the edge quite a few times but, despite the best efforts of the dildo humming away up his ass, he had refrained from climaxing.

His computer beeped loudly, drawing him out of his memories and to the task at hand. Imputing a series of commands, Cameron hoped with all his heart that the system, which had worked every time he had used it, would continue to work on this important day. And it did. After a moment's held breath, the screen came alive with the desired data. Smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time, Cameron accessed at random camera 135 at time mark 11:27am. A large window popped up, the video and audio coming from a camera built into the corner of a seventh grade classroom ceiling, showing a large group of eleven and twelve-year-olds engaged in a massive orgy. Camera 414 at 9:12am showed a third-grade class being ravaged by tentacles. Camera 267 at 2:35pm showed the high-school cafeteria where a large group of high school boys were fucking three children who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, two eleven-year-old boys and a eight seven-year-old boy.

Cameron gave a loud cry of success and silently thanked the dead Mr. Blackmoon for installing such high-quality cameras throughout the schools. Those hundreds of cameras had recorded the entire day's events, giving Cameron the most impressive child-sex videos of all time. Grasping his aching member and flogging it rapidly as he watched the eight-year-old get pounded from both ends by two burly high school males, Cameron came gloriously, his mind only partially focused on his climax while the rest was busy making plans to splice up and sell the video, through the pedophile ring he was apart of, around the world. Ah… he thought to himself, It's wonderful to be an entrepreneur.

Da'Marcus Brown was pleased. The center for the offensive line at the high school, 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 José (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" [1.88 m], none weighed less that 250lbs [113 kg], and the smallest cock in the bunch was Ryan's 7½-inch [19 cm] 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. In fact, 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, José, 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" [1.14 m] and 54lbs [25 kg], 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.

***

José 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 José off when the massive teen had approached him. Now, carrying the still boy in a standard 'fireman's carry', José 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 gave the go-ahead, though, so he contented himself to wait next to a comfortable looking chair. Still, unable to resist, José'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 [20 cm] 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, José 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 [21½ cm] 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 [6½ cm].

Ja'mell came in next with his boy. Unsurprised, José 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 José'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. José, 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 Gavin's nine-year-old brother Gabriel's best friend 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 position, 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 [25 cm] 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.

José 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 [23 cm] cock into the kid's warm tight tunnel. The boy sighed in contentment, enjoying the huge tube as it began to pummel his prostate. José, across the table, lay his pre-teen on his back as well (with his head hanging off the table right near José'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. Determidly, he turned his head and began to blow the greatful José, who in turn redoubled his own effort. Both kids were in for the ride of their lives as José 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 José managed an impressive eight. For their efforts, José 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 [7 cm] 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 José shoved most of his cock down the kid's throat and the boy, instead of resisting, eagerly sucked the teenage meat as his little dickie spewed blast after blast of boycum over the dexterious 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 José 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 watched.

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.

Epilogue

Sometime in the late afternoon, after absorbing enough pleasure for it to last another three hundred thousand years, the creature disembarked from earth and was untroubled by the native population as it ascended into space. Slowly, as its influence faded, the boys of Emerson elementary school, Washington middle school, and Grant-Thorton high school lost the lust that had been driving them on so forcefully all day and, exhausted and spent, they lay down where they were and rested.

Shortly thereafter, a wave of first-responders, teachers, parents, and community members began to flood the three campuses. What they found shocked them. Hundreds of boys covered in cum and quite obviously sexually spent, greeted them lethargically. The community had no idea how to respond. Everyone was simply in shock.

Over the course of a few hours, the children were packed up and sent to any hospital in the area that had room. Rape kits were unnecessary as the boys showed obvious signs of repeated penetration. However, the doctors were puzzled over the fact that none of them seemed worse for wear. In fact, each and every boy examined was in perfect health! With little to do, the doctors began to send the boys home with their parents and the students slowly dispersed back into the community.

The old kids, most in high school, were able to give fair accounts of the day's events to the police, the sheriff, the local FBI branch officers, the folks who arrived that evening from Washington intelligence and the CDC in Atlanta. Very soon, despite the best efforts of the government to control the story, word of the happenings spread all across the globe. One intrepid reporter, seizing on the idea that an alien life form had come to the planet, dubbed the whole event 'Alien Ground Zero' and AGZ became the buzzword for years to come.

Many parents had a hard time wrapping their mind around what had happened to their sons. As time went on, however, many accepted the events and moved on; aided by the fact that none of the young men and boys seemed to suffer any negative physical or mental consequences. Moreover, the boys all seemed to be in perfect health and sickness became a distant memory for them.

The only major change to the community was that the 'victims' (or participants) of AGZ embrace their sexual freedom enthusiastically. Within only a few days of the event, parents began to express their concern at walking in on their seven-year-old son masturbating furiously or their ten-year-old son engaged in a sixty-nine with the sixteen-year-old neighbor boy. The children, when questioned, rebuffed the adults by saying that what they were doing was fun and that they would keep doing it. When told to stop, they responded with a resounding "No." Therapists were baffled. Oddly, though, the boys only engaged in sexplay with those who had been participants in AGZ and with no others; it was proffered that the shared experience created a bond between the participants.

Soon, it became a common occurrence around the neighborhoods for parents to see their kids engaged in sex with schoolmates. Fathers would peak outside and see their seventeen-year-old son getting longdicked on the front lawn by a sixteen-year-old classmate or walk into their fourteen-year-old son's room only to find him and six of his buddies rapidly sucking each other off. Mothers would come home in the evening and find their seven-year-old son bouncing joyously on the cock of the fifteen-year-old from down the street while their ten-year-old son was eating out the older boy's asshole. The school bathrooms and locker rooms became orgies almost daily while the parks were often the sight of random acts of gay sex.

Oddly (or perhaps understandably), none of the parents wanted to prosecute these instances and the police always seemed to look the other way. Year after year, though, the boys who were seventeen or eighteen would loose interest in the sexplay and stop engaging with their younger counterparts, often finding girlfriends and many going on to lead productive heterosexual lives. Eleven years after AGZ, the community's boys had all grown up and all went back to normal.

AGZ had a profound affect on humanity. Realizing that there was extraterrestrial life in the universe, people began to put aside petty disputes and engage in efforts to improve the human condition. Racisim, religious bigotry, hate, greed, political corruption, and apathy became things of the past. The United States grew by leaps and bounds, with many countries applying for statehood. Within fifty years, the United States had two hundred and fifty six states encompassing most of the western hemisphere and Europe, east Asia, Russia, parts of the middle east, and bits of Africa. Together, the world worked to eliminate poverty, increased education and opportunity, and developed new and advanced technology. When Earth celebrated the hundred-year anniversary of AGZ, the Terran Ascendancy, a global community without want, cheered loudly for the world-altering event. It had been the spark that had forced humanity out of the dark ages and, enlightened, into the stars.

The End