Pedophiles At School
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,457
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 5
©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 5
Needless to say, Frank and Ginnie were surprised by their son's account of his first week at Claviger. Delighted he was doing well academically; he kept pulling papers from his backpack with A's and gold stars on them. Pleased he was making friends, although that had never been a problem for Mark. And stunned that he'd already found a fuckmate, at least one. They found the school's attitude toward sex among the boys healthy and wholesome. On the whole, they were now satisfied with their decision.
As soon as they got home, Mark showed off his uniform for his brothers, then got naked like they were and began wrestling on the floor. In some ways, he hadn't changed a bit, and that was a relief to the whole family. He ate supper heartily and spent the evening telling his enthralled audience all about life at school.
His body was now attuned to the rhythms of Claviger, so on Saturday, he was wide awake before 6. He slipped out from between his sleeping parents, felt his used butthole, and giggled. He still enjoyed Pops's cock. It was good to be home. He went down to the living room and turned on the TV; that was something he missed at school. And raided the cookie jar; something else he missed. It was getting near O-eight hundred and his stomach was saying it was time for first mess. He retrieved an empty papertowel tube from the recycle bin, went back to his parents' bedroom, and blew his version of reveille!
After breakfast, while the rest of his still groggy family got washed and dressed, Mark slipped on some jeans and a T and went out on his bike to check up on his old friends in the neighborhood. But promptly at eleven forty, he was back home expecting second mess to be on the table. Besides cooking, and taking care of Mark's laundry, Ginny made sure to display all of Mark's papers prominently on the fridge door, in between Frankie's spelling tests and Mickey's preschool drawings. Frank took lots of pictures of the boys, as if the soldier had just come home after years of active service. The brothers kept asking Mark to tell them again how he sucked Jody. Well, actually, to show them again. And the Champ happily obliged.
Before going to bed, Frank made sure to set the alarm. For the last few months, Sunday mornings had been chaotic in the Wilson house. Everyone had to get ready for church, and of course, Mark didn't want to miss Sunday School. Amazingly, the next morning, Mark was the first one all dressed, his face scrubbed and his shirt neatly tucked in his yet unrumpled pants. He even had his quarter ready for the collection. He knew Pastor was happy to see him each week in pew number 7.
As the weeks progressed, Mark's progress in school accelerated. Every week, he brought home excellent papers, proving he was learning to add and subtract, to read and write, to think analytically, and remember details. He was accumulating enough merits to trade in for phone time, so he could communicate daily with his family. What he didn't say on the phone, he saved for the weekends: the details of his sex experience at Claviger. He was spending every night in Jody's room, sucking him and his squadmates, and getting his ass fucked by at least one of them. Other upper school cadets were dropping by as well, often bringing along lower school cadets who they thought could benefit from watching Mark in action. The demonstration seemed to loosen them up, so to speak.
The Wilsons decided Mark's ordered routine might serve them well, so they posted a schedule. On Sunday night, Frank took Mickey into his bed, and Ginny slept in Frankie's bed, so he could practice using his strapon. On Monday night, the parents switched sons, Frankie bottoming for his dad, and Mickey often fisting his mommy's pussy with his talented little arm. On Tuesday, Frank slept with Ginny and could fuck a genuine vagina, while the boys played by themselves. On Wednesday and Thursday, they repeated the pairings of Sunday and Monday, but this time Ginny got the master bedroom. Friday and Saturday nights were reserved for both parents to play with Mark. However, the routine was frequently interrupted when Philip Wakefield was traded for one or more of the boys, or when Frank managed to get young Ginger Katz, Sophie McNulty, Gwen Laughlin, or one of the Boone sisters for a night. And Ginny made a trip now and then to visit her bra on Jimmy Johnson's bed or to meet Russell in a midtown hotel.
Then too, they still went to the monthly network meetings, which were always on Saturday. All the aunts loved seeing Mark arrive in his crisp uniform, which was hung carefully when he stripped. Fucking ran into the wee hours of the morning, but Mark still insisted the family had to go to church the next day. And after church, the afternoon was no less frantic than the morning, what with getting everything ready for Mark's trip back to school. If he were even a minute late, he'd earn demerits, and no one wanted that.
He did earn a few demerits one week following a network weekend at the Bannisters. At around 2AM, the Wilsons were getting ready to leave and Mark couldn't find his regulation CA undies. Of course, Uncle Allen had already scoffed them for his collection. So on Sunday afternoon, Ginny had to send Mark back to school with a pair of his Sponge Bob Square Pants undies. He waited until Friday morning when he'd used up all his official briefs, and had no choice but to wear them under his uniform. Well, of course, that was the day the lieutenant conducting the inspection, a fifth form cadet, insisted on seeing everyone's underwear, and Mark was caught. Mark turned red, the other boys laughed, and the lieutenant marked his clipboard. Mark wondered if one of his squadmates had squealed, but that would not have been honorable.
.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 5
Needless to say, Frank and Ginnie were surprised by their son's account of his first week at Claviger. Delighted he was doing well academically; he kept pulling papers from his backpack with A's and gold stars on them. Pleased he was making friends, although that had never been a problem for Mark. And stunned that he'd already found a fuckmate, at least one. They found the school's attitude toward sex among the boys healthy and wholesome. On the whole, they were now satisfied with their decision.
As soon as they got home, Mark showed off his uniform for his brothers, then got naked like they were and began wrestling on the floor. In some ways, he hadn't changed a bit, and that was a relief to the whole family. He ate supper heartily and spent the evening telling his enthralled audience all about life at school.
His body was now attuned to the rhythms of Claviger, so on Saturday, he was wide awake before 6. He slipped out from between his sleeping parents, felt his used butthole, and giggled. He still enjoyed Pops's cock. It was good to be home. He went down to the living room and turned on the TV; that was something he missed at school. And raided the cookie jar; something else he missed. It was getting near O-eight hundred and his stomach was saying it was time for first mess. He retrieved an empty papertowel tube from the recycle bin, went back to his parents' bedroom, and blew his version of reveille!
After breakfast, while the rest of his still groggy family got washed and dressed, Mark slipped on some jeans and a T and went out on his bike to check up on his old friends in the neighborhood. But promptly at eleven forty, he was back home expecting second mess to be on the table. Besides cooking, and taking care of Mark's laundry, Ginny made sure to display all of Mark's papers prominently on the fridge door, in between Frankie's spelling tests and Mickey's preschool drawings. Frank took lots of pictures of the boys, as if the soldier had just come home after years of active service. The brothers kept asking Mark to tell them again how he sucked Jody. Well, actually, to show them again. And the Champ happily obliged.
Before going to bed, Frank made sure to set the alarm. For the last few months, Sunday mornings had been chaotic in the Wilson house. Everyone had to get ready for church, and of course, Mark didn't want to miss Sunday School. Amazingly, the next morning, Mark was the first one all dressed, his face scrubbed and his shirt neatly tucked in his yet unrumpled pants. He even had his quarter ready for the collection. He knew Pastor was happy to see him each week in pew number 7.
As the weeks progressed, Mark's progress in school accelerated. Every week, he brought home excellent papers, proving he was learning to add and subtract, to read and write, to think analytically, and remember details. He was accumulating enough merits to trade in for phone time, so he could communicate daily with his family. What he didn't say on the phone, he saved for the weekends: the details of his sex experience at Claviger. He was spending every night in Jody's room, sucking him and his squadmates, and getting his ass fucked by at least one of them. Other upper school cadets were dropping by as well, often bringing along lower school cadets who they thought could benefit from watching Mark in action. The demonstration seemed to loosen them up, so to speak.
The Wilsons decided Mark's ordered routine might serve them well, so they posted a schedule. On Sunday night, Frank took Mickey into his bed, and Ginny slept in Frankie's bed, so he could practice using his strapon. On Monday night, the parents switched sons, Frankie bottoming for his dad, and Mickey often fisting his mommy's pussy with his talented little arm. On Tuesday, Frank slept with Ginny and could fuck a genuine vagina, while the boys played by themselves. On Wednesday and Thursday, they repeated the pairings of Sunday and Monday, but this time Ginny got the master bedroom. Friday and Saturday nights were reserved for both parents to play with Mark. However, the routine was frequently interrupted when Philip Wakefield was traded for one or more of the boys, or when Frank managed to get young Ginger Katz, Sophie McNulty, Gwen Laughlin, or one of the Boone sisters for a night. And Ginny made a trip now and then to visit her bra on Jimmy Johnson's bed or to meet Russell in a midtown hotel.
Then too, they still went to the monthly network meetings, which were always on Saturday. All the aunts loved seeing Mark arrive in his crisp uniform, which was hung carefully when he stripped. Fucking ran into the wee hours of the morning, but Mark still insisted the family had to go to church the next day. And after church, the afternoon was no less frantic than the morning, what with getting everything ready for Mark's trip back to school. If he were even a minute late, he'd earn demerits, and no one wanted that.
He did earn a few demerits one week following a network weekend at the Bannisters. At around 2AM, the Wilsons were getting ready to leave and Mark couldn't find his regulation CA undies. Of course, Uncle Allen had already scoffed them for his collection. So on Sunday afternoon, Ginny had to send Mark back to school with a pair of his Sponge Bob Square Pants undies. He waited until Friday morning when he'd used up all his official briefs, and had no choice but to wear them under his uniform. Well, of course, that was the day the lieutenant conducting the inspection, a fifth form cadet, insisted on seeing everyone's underwear, and Mark was caught. Mark turned red, the other boys laughed, and the lieutenant marked his clipboard. Mark wondered if one of his squadmates had squealed, but that would not have been honorable.
.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.