Pedophiles At School
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,452
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 1
©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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Note: This is the fourth story in the sequence, following "Pedophiles at Sea," "Pedophiles at Play" and "Pedophiles at Church." It refers to characters and situations in the previous stories.
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Part 1
"Do you think we made the right decision?"
"You've been asking that question all week. C'mon, Ginny. In about a half hour, we'll have a pretty good idea whether or not Mark is going to be ok there."
"I know, Frank, but I miss him so much. He's never been away from home for so long. I mean, of course, he's stayed overnight with the Bannisters, and some of the others in the network,..."
"And Pastor Wakefield, don't forget him."
"Yeah, our son sure does love sleeping with the Pastor. Who would have pegged him for a Jesus boy?" Frank and Ginny laughed, and their concerns seemed to lighten a little.
They were driving to Claviger Academy to pick up their seven year old after his first week as a young cadet. Sending him to this private boarding school had been a tough decision for them. The boy had not done well in public school for first grade. He had a short attention span and was easily distracted. According to him, everything about school was "boring." So last spring his parents began to investigate other alternatives. With its military discipline, Claviger seemed like it might be an answer.
It was an expensive choice to make, which meant the Wilson family had to forego a return cruise aboard the Pedodam last summer, something the couple and their three sons had all been looking forward to. They tried to make up for it by finally taking the trip to Washington, DC in July which they had cancelled when Grandpa died.
"I know you miss Mark, Ginny. Shit, you're his mother. You have every right to."
"And you do too, Frank. Don't deny it." Frank nodded. Ginny sighed, "Do you think he misses us as much as we miss him."
"I'm sure he misses your cooking, Ginny."
"And your fucking, Frank."
"Yeah, the poor kid. Not getting fucked for a whole week. He must be horny as hell by now. I already told Frankie and Mickey that tonight is Mark's turn to sleep with us. They understood."
"We have three wonderful sons, Frank." At ten, Frankie could be trusted to mind his four-year old brother while his parents were away for a few hours. They'd wanted to come along, but Frank and Ginny weren't sure what to expect, and if Mark was upset, crying, after his first week, he might not want his siblings there. The two brothers promised to behave and by the time the parents took off, they were busily occupied with their Pedodam souvenir dildos.
"I wish he could have called us more," complained Frank. "Just that one fuckin phone call on Wednesday."
"Major Folsom explained that, Honey. If the kids were allowed to, especially the new ones, they'd be calling home all the time. No, it's important he give the place an honest try. Mark sounded pretty happy on the phone, though."
"And mysterious. He said he had a lot to tell us, but wanted to wait until today."
"After a while, he'll accumulate enough merits to earn more phone privileges. That's how it works."
"If he behaves himself, that is."
When Frank exited the Thruway, Ginny recalled their first trip to the Academy last June. The whole family went along that time. She remembered how impressed she was with the old citadel style architecture, as well as the immaculate grounds. She remembered one group of boys about Frankie's age was marching on the parade field. Others were seen running to class. All the boys wore the same grey uniform. But she particularly remembered the cadet who met their car and escorted them to Major Folsom's office. Around fourteen, this handsome adolescent in his trim ass-hugging uniform made a definite impression on her.
While they had that first interview with Major Folsom, the cadet took the three boys around the campus, pointing out the classrooms, lecture halls, library, chapel, parade grounds, barracks, and ending up at the mess hall. Over some apples, they grilled him with questions.
Meanwhile, Major Folsom was trying to address Frank and Ginny's concerns.
"Claviger is a very unique institution. We are one of the few military academies with both a lower and upper school. And one of the few schools of any kind that hasn't gone co-ed."
"How were you able to manage that?" asked Frank. "Doesn't the law say you have to admit girls?"
"Only if we accept government funding, which we don't."
"Is that why your tuition is so, well, steep?"
"Actually, our rates are just about average for private schools. We have a loyal and generous alumni and some endowments. And our faculty are willing to take a little less than they'd get in public education, because of the advantages of working here. They have all been in the military and have served America with honor. And they find it rewarding to now prepare the next generation of our country's leaders.
"Unlike public school, here your son will be closely supervised 24 hours a day. You needn't worry about his health or safety. Whether in the classroom or the barracks, he will be learning to take responsibility for his actions and pride in his accomplishments.
"And don't be fooled by the uniforms. Every cadet here is treated as an individual. His learning is closely monitored and the curriculum structured to meet his personal learning style. We keep the classes small; in Key Stage 1, the student/teacher ratio is 10/1. At Claviger, no boy is allowed to slip through the cracks."
In general, the Wilsons were satisfied enough to give Claviger a try, and now three months after that interview they hoped their lingering misgivings were unfounded.
.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.
Note: This is the fourth story in the sequence, following "Pedophiles at Sea," "Pedophiles at Play" and "Pedophiles at Church." It refers to characters and situations in the previous stories.
.oOo.
Part 1
"Do you think we made the right decision?"
"You've been asking that question all week. C'mon, Ginny. In about a half hour, we'll have a pretty good idea whether or not Mark is going to be ok there."
"I know, Frank, but I miss him so much. He's never been away from home for so long. I mean, of course, he's stayed overnight with the Bannisters, and some of the others in the network,..."
"And Pastor Wakefield, don't forget him."
"Yeah, our son sure does love sleeping with the Pastor. Who would have pegged him for a Jesus boy?" Frank and Ginny laughed, and their concerns seemed to lighten a little.
They were driving to Claviger Academy to pick up their seven year old after his first week as a young cadet. Sending him to this private boarding school had been a tough decision for them. The boy had not done well in public school for first grade. He had a short attention span and was easily distracted. According to him, everything about school was "boring." So last spring his parents began to investigate other alternatives. With its military discipline, Claviger seemed like it might be an answer.
It was an expensive choice to make, which meant the Wilson family had to forego a return cruise aboard the Pedodam last summer, something the couple and their three sons had all been looking forward to. They tried to make up for it by finally taking the trip to Washington, DC in July which they had cancelled when Grandpa died.
"I know you miss Mark, Ginny. Shit, you're his mother. You have every right to."
"And you do too, Frank. Don't deny it." Frank nodded. Ginny sighed, "Do you think he misses us as much as we miss him."
"I'm sure he misses your cooking, Ginny."
"And your fucking, Frank."
"Yeah, the poor kid. Not getting fucked for a whole week. He must be horny as hell by now. I already told Frankie and Mickey that tonight is Mark's turn to sleep with us. They understood."
"We have three wonderful sons, Frank." At ten, Frankie could be trusted to mind his four-year old brother while his parents were away for a few hours. They'd wanted to come along, but Frank and Ginny weren't sure what to expect, and if Mark was upset, crying, after his first week, he might not want his siblings there. The two brothers promised to behave and by the time the parents took off, they were busily occupied with their Pedodam souvenir dildos.
"I wish he could have called us more," complained Frank. "Just that one fuckin phone call on Wednesday."
"Major Folsom explained that, Honey. If the kids were allowed to, especially the new ones, they'd be calling home all the time. No, it's important he give the place an honest try. Mark sounded pretty happy on the phone, though."
"And mysterious. He said he had a lot to tell us, but wanted to wait until today."
"After a while, he'll accumulate enough merits to earn more phone privileges. That's how it works."
"If he behaves himself, that is."
When Frank exited the Thruway, Ginny recalled their first trip to the Academy last June. The whole family went along that time. She remembered how impressed she was with the old citadel style architecture, as well as the immaculate grounds. She remembered one group of boys about Frankie's age was marching on the parade field. Others were seen running to class. All the boys wore the same grey uniform. But she particularly remembered the cadet who met their car and escorted them to Major Folsom's office. Around fourteen, this handsome adolescent in his trim ass-hugging uniform made a definite impression on her.
While they had that first interview with Major Folsom, the cadet took the three boys around the campus, pointing out the classrooms, lecture halls, library, chapel, parade grounds, barracks, and ending up at the mess hall. Over some apples, they grilled him with questions.
Meanwhile, Major Folsom was trying to address Frank and Ginny's concerns.
"Claviger is a very unique institution. We are one of the few military academies with both a lower and upper school. And one of the few schools of any kind that hasn't gone co-ed."
"How were you able to manage that?" asked Frank. "Doesn't the law say you have to admit girls?"
"Only if we accept government funding, which we don't."
"Is that why your tuition is so, well, steep?"
"Actually, our rates are just about average for private schools. We have a loyal and generous alumni and some endowments. And our faculty are willing to take a little less than they'd get in public education, because of the advantages of working here. They have all been in the military and have served America with honor. And they find it rewarding to now prepare the next generation of our country's leaders.
"Unlike public school, here your son will be closely supervised 24 hours a day. You needn't worry about his health or safety. Whether in the classroom or the barracks, he will be learning to take responsibility for his actions and pride in his accomplishments.
"And don't be fooled by the uniforms. Every cadet here is treated as an individual. His learning is closely monitored and the curriculum structured to meet his personal learning style. We keep the classes small; in Key Stage 1, the student/teacher ratio is 10/1. At Claviger, no boy is allowed to slip through the cracks."
In general, the Wilsons were satisfied enough to give Claviger a try, and now three months after that interview they hoped their lingering misgivings were unfounded.
.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.