Pedophiles At School
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,453
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and boys age 5-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinciden
Part 2
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 2
"Hey, Mom, Pops! Over here!" Little Mark came running out of his barracks when he saw the car pull in. Behind him followed a tall, fit towhead lad about fifteen, his left hand slung over his shoulder carrying Mark's laundry bag and backpack. Both wore matching grey cadet uniforms, though the older boy blazoned a chest of ribbons.
Frank grabbed his middle son up in his arms and unhesitatingly kissed him on the mouth. Ginny squeezed them both. There were tears in both parents' eyes, but not in Mark's.
"Hey, you're wrinkling my uniform! I'll get demerits! Hehe."
Laughing, Frank set him back on the ground. "Well, you can't deny your old man an affectionate hug after one whole week." Ginny pulled a kleenex from her purse to wipe her eyes.
"Pops, Mom, this is Jody." The older lad extended his arm. His handshake was firm and sure. "Jody's my mentor. He makes sure I do everything right."
"You have a fine son, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson." Jody handed over the backpack and laundry. Ginny had chosen to waive the school's laundry service as one way to cut down on expenses. Jody turned to Mark. "See you Sunday night, Champ."
"You bet, Cap! hehe. Bye! C'mon, Pops, let's get in the car. I can't wait to tell you all the neat stuff I did."
As they drove back home, Mark talked a blue streak about his first week at Claviger.
After his parents left the Sunday before, precisely at nineteen hundred, all the new cadets were brought to the Assembly where Major Folsom assigned them to their mentors. Mark didn't know it at the time, but Jody was disappointed to be given one of the little kids in Key Stage 1. Of course, that's where most of the new arrivals were. But there were several older boys new to CA this year. And Jody knew he could really have fun with one of them. Key Stage 2 boys quickly learn to suck off the upper school cadets. And some of them readily yield their assholes to the big boys' cocks. But Key Stage 1 boys are still babies, some of them only five years old. Even at seven, Mark didn't give Jody too much hope. At most, he'd probably only want Jody to hold him because he missed his mommy.
After the assembly, Jody took Mark's hand and liesurely strolled across campus toward the Stage 1 barracks, using the time to get to know the youngster better. He learned Mark had two brothers, that he liked to wrestle, that his grandfather taught him to fish, and his old school was boring. When they finally got to Mark's room, his three squadmates were already bathed and changed for bed. All were seven. Two, Martin and Claudio, had been in CA for a year and so knew all the ropes. The last, Olin, a new cadet like Mark, was there with his mentor Brian. Jody explained to Mark how to keep his bed and and all his gear neat and clean for inspection. Then he helped him take off his uniform, taught him how to hang it, indicated the laundry bag for his dirty undies, and laid his CA PJ's and robe on his bed. Even at night, his squad would all be dressed alike. Jody noticed Mark didn't seem to be shy standing in front of all his fellow cadets naked. "Time to get bathed, soldier." He handed Mark his CA toiletry bag and led him into the bathroom, just as Brian said good night to Olin and left.
If Jody was disappointed with the assignment, Mark was not. He liked Jody immediately. As he stood under the shower and lathered up, he could see his new mentor leaning on the sink observing his every move. Mark rubbed the bar of soap on his dick and out of the corner of his eye saw Jody rubbing his crotch, which made Mark smile. The little tease then turned his ass toward the older boy, reached between his legs and soaped his ass crack, then took a soapy finger and pushed it in his hole a little. He rinsed, turned off the water, and hopped out. Jody handed him a towel, trying to look non chalant, but Mark could tell he had a boner. As he dried off, he whispered, "Do you want me to suck that for you, Jody?"
The older boy's eyes popped. Had he really heard what he thought he had? He crouched down on his haunches to be at Mark's eye level. "You know how to suck cock?" he whispered.
"Shit, yeah, I been doin it for years. I could make you feel real good, Jody."
"You and I are going to get along just great, Mark. Go put on your PJ's, robe and slippers and come with me." A big smile on his face, Mark donned the regulation night uniform. "Boys, I'm taking Mark for a little while, the rest of you just go to sleep. Taps for you guys is Twentyone thirty." Olin gave him a quizzical look, but the other two kids looked at each other knowingly and giggled.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 2
"Hey, Mom, Pops! Over here!" Little Mark came running out of his barracks when he saw the car pull in. Behind him followed a tall, fit towhead lad about fifteen, his left hand slung over his shoulder carrying Mark's laundry bag and backpack. Both wore matching grey cadet uniforms, though the older boy blazoned a chest of ribbons.
Frank grabbed his middle son up in his arms and unhesitatingly kissed him on the mouth. Ginny squeezed them both. There were tears in both parents' eyes, but not in Mark's.
"Hey, you're wrinkling my uniform! I'll get demerits! Hehe."
Laughing, Frank set him back on the ground. "Well, you can't deny your old man an affectionate hug after one whole week." Ginny pulled a kleenex from her purse to wipe her eyes.
"Pops, Mom, this is Jody." The older lad extended his arm. His handshake was firm and sure. "Jody's my mentor. He makes sure I do everything right."
"You have a fine son, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson." Jody handed over the backpack and laundry. Ginny had chosen to waive the school's laundry service as one way to cut down on expenses. Jody turned to Mark. "See you Sunday night, Champ."
"You bet, Cap! hehe. Bye! C'mon, Pops, let's get in the car. I can't wait to tell you all the neat stuff I did."
As they drove back home, Mark talked a blue streak about his first week at Claviger.
After his parents left the Sunday before, precisely at nineteen hundred, all the new cadets were brought to the Assembly where Major Folsom assigned them to their mentors. Mark didn't know it at the time, but Jody was disappointed to be given one of the little kids in Key Stage 1. Of course, that's where most of the new arrivals were. But there were several older boys new to CA this year. And Jody knew he could really have fun with one of them. Key Stage 2 boys quickly learn to suck off the upper school cadets. And some of them readily yield their assholes to the big boys' cocks. But Key Stage 1 boys are still babies, some of them only five years old. Even at seven, Mark didn't give Jody too much hope. At most, he'd probably only want Jody to hold him because he missed his mommy.
After the assembly, Jody took Mark's hand and liesurely strolled across campus toward the Stage 1 barracks, using the time to get to know the youngster better. He learned Mark had two brothers, that he liked to wrestle, that his grandfather taught him to fish, and his old school was boring. When they finally got to Mark's room, his three squadmates were already bathed and changed for bed. All were seven. Two, Martin and Claudio, had been in CA for a year and so knew all the ropes. The last, Olin, a new cadet like Mark, was there with his mentor Brian. Jody explained to Mark how to keep his bed and and all his gear neat and clean for inspection. Then he helped him take off his uniform, taught him how to hang it, indicated the laundry bag for his dirty undies, and laid his CA PJ's and robe on his bed. Even at night, his squad would all be dressed alike. Jody noticed Mark didn't seem to be shy standing in front of all his fellow cadets naked. "Time to get bathed, soldier." He handed Mark his CA toiletry bag and led him into the bathroom, just as Brian said good night to Olin and left.
If Jody was disappointed with the assignment, Mark was not. He liked Jody immediately. As he stood under the shower and lathered up, he could see his new mentor leaning on the sink observing his every move. Mark rubbed the bar of soap on his dick and out of the corner of his eye saw Jody rubbing his crotch, which made Mark smile. The little tease then turned his ass toward the older boy, reached between his legs and soaped his ass crack, then took a soapy finger and pushed it in his hole a little. He rinsed, turned off the water, and hopped out. Jody handed him a towel, trying to look non chalant, but Mark could tell he had a boner. As he dried off, he whispered, "Do you want me to suck that for you, Jody?"
The older boy's eyes popped. Had he really heard what he thought he had? He crouched down on his haunches to be at Mark's eye level. "You know how to suck cock?" he whispered.
"Shit, yeah, I been doin it for years. I could make you feel real good, Jody."
"You and I are going to get along just great, Mark. Go put on your PJ's, robe and slippers and come with me." A big smile on his face, Mark donned the regulation night uniform. "Boys, I'm taking Mark for a little while, the rest of you just go to sleep. Taps for you guys is Twentyone thirty." Olin gave him a quizzical look, but the other two kids looked at each other knowingly and giggled.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.