Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2019 10:20:53 -0400 From: Tagen Subject: Random Tails-Mr.Brice Please donate to Nifty so the fun can continue for all of us. The following is a fantasy and the author does not condone or encourage such activity in real life. Some of you have asked me how I come up with the ideas for my stories. The other night I was at a bar/ restaurant and a few tables away was a group of four older men and women and one guy who looked to be maybe 30 and a boy of anywhere from 7 to 10. I found both of them attractive and watched them, (trying to not do it in a creepy way) thru the night. The boy and man I guessed to be a father and son because that was how they were interacting and there was a lot of hugging and casual physical interaction between them. But when the group finished the boy and man hugged and then the boy left with what I had guessed to be a set of grandparents. I came home and sat down and typed this out. Mr. Brice by tagenhard tagenhard@gmail.com tagenhard@tutanota.com. "Mr. Brice?" "Yes." I answered turning my head to see my 9 year old student Kyle, looking at me. We had just finished hearing a presentation on good touch bad touch and bullying, in the school auditorium. Our classes were filing out and headed back to our rooms. "Can I tell you something?" He asked me with some hesitation. "Of course." I responded squatting down so we were face to face." "My mom's boyfriend does that to me." He stated softly. I looked up to Mrs. Hanner who was standing next to me and I saw that she was listening. Looking back to Kyle I asked. "Does what Kyle?" "He, he, puts his thing in my butt." I gasped slightly and looked again to Mrs. Hanner. Her face had gone ashen. "I'll take your class in with mine Michael while you deal with this." She declared and touched me gently on the shoulder as if to wish me luck. I returned my gaze to Kyle. "Am I in trouble?" He asked again with barely as whisper. "Oh no, you're not in trouble." I soothed and pulled him into me for a hug. "You've done nothing wrong and I'm so sorry this happened to you." I paused "You have to be brave though and we have to go and tell some other people." I informed him. "Will you come with me? I can do it if you're with me." Kyle stated. Mrs. Hanner walked away I think almost in tears after hearing that I stood up and held out my hand, Kyle took it. "Of course I will come with you. I'll be by your side the whole way." Kyle's sad face brightened a little and we headed for the principal's office. "Where's Mr. Pamper." I asked Judith the principal's secretary as we walked into the main office. "He should be back any minute now but he has a meeting in a few minutes with the maintenance department." She replied. "You best cancel that, this is a priority. We'll wait for him in his office." I stated and walked past her with Kyle in tow. She started to object but I was already in the office closing the door as she started. I had Kyle sit down on a short sofa that was in the office and I sat next to him. He continued to tightly grip my hand. "You're doing great Kyle." I remarked to him as Mr. Pamper walked in. "Right, right, so what is the issue here Michael?" He asked looking down at the two of us with some indignation at my behavior. "Kyle here informed me and Mrs. Hanner that he is being sexually abused." I stated flatly. Mr. Pampers expression and tone of voiced changed immediately. He cleared his throat and pulled a chair up to face us and sat down. "Can you tell the principal what you told me and Mrs. Hanner?" Kyle looked like he might cry but looked up and bravely stated. "My mom's boyfriend puts his thingy in my butt." Mr. Pampers eyes widened and his face fell a little. "Ah when you say thingy you mean." Kyle cut him off mid-sentence. "He calls it his boy cunt buster or sometimes he calls it his cock. He gets it all hard and shoves it in side me." Kyle blurted out. Mr. Pamper was taken aback for a moment and truth be told I almost laughed at his expression and Kyle's blunt talk. "Okay Kyle it's most important that you understand that you haven't done anything wrong. You're not a bad boy. Now I know you've been brave enough to tell me but I need you to also tell a police officer, okay?" Mr. Pamper asked. Kyle nodded his head yes. "As long as Mr. Brice is with me." "Sure, that's fine." Mr. Pamper stated standing up. "We have to call the police." He voiced but he sounded a little lost. I pulled a card out of my pocket and handed it to him. He looked at me and then took it with a puzzled look on his face. "They passed those out at the presentation today." I explained. "Oh right, well good timing then. Let me call him." Mr. Pamper sat down at his desk and dialed the number on the card. "Yes this is Principal Horace Pamper at Glenbrook elementary. I need to speak with Detective Mark Lawson please. Yes I'll hold." I gave Kyle a reassuring pat on the leg and smiled at him. "You're being very brave and doing great." "Yes." Mr. Pamper spoke into the receiver. "Ah detective we have a young student here who has informed us that he is being abused at home, it is of a sexual nature." A pause. "Good, good come to the main office." He hung up and smiled at us. "He will be here in about 15 minutes." "Could you send someone to get maybe a few cookies and some chocolate milk for our brave little soldier?" I asked. "Good idea, splendid." Mr. Pamper went out into the main office leaving his door open. I heard him tell one of the other secretaries to get milk and cookies and his secretary to keep an eye out for Detective Lawson. I looked at Kyle and gave him a wink. "You're doing great." I assured him "Everything will be okay." A few minutes later Cindy, one of the main desk secretaries came in with a plate of three cookies and a carton of milk. Her expression made it clear she knew what was going on and she probably was fighting the urge to just pull Kyle into a loving hug. Kyle offered me one of the cookies but I told him they were special just for him. He had just finished the last one when Mr. Pamper walked in followed by a man of about 40 dressed in street clothes and another man I guessed to be my age, 26 or so. Kyle shrunk down and pushed into me a little. "It's okay Kyle, they're here to help you." I assured him. The older man sat down on the chair facing us and smiled warmly at Kyle. "Hi Kyle I'm Detective Lawson." "Are you a real detective with a badge and everything?" Kyle asked with some awe in his voice. "Yes a real live detective and here is my badge." He grinned as he pulled back his suit jacket and showed a shiny badge attached to his belt. "Do you have a gun?" Kyle now had some excitement in his voice. "I do but I left that locked up in the car. I don't like to carry one in a school. Now I've been told that some naughty things have been happening at your house. I know you've told them already but can you tell me?" Mark Lawson had a warm disarming smile that drew you in and made you feel comfortable. "Okay, well, my mom's boyfriend Stephen, that's his name." I noticed the younger guy was holding a small tape recorder which he turned on as soon as Lawson started to talk. "He makes me get naked and he puts his thingy in my mouth sometimes till it spits out his baby batter. That's what he calls it." Kyle seemed to relax and the words just started to flow from him. "His thingy gets all hard and big and he has me suck it. He calls it a cock and tells me to suck his cock like a good little whore boy. It's kinda ugly, it has these long bulgy blue lines and he has hair all over his balls which he also makes me lick some times. That's gross, especially if he hasn't showered. Anyway he calls me a cocksucker and a cat boy." "Cat boy?" Lawson queried. "You know like a cat but that's not the right word, I'm sorry." Kyle offered sounding flustered. "Do you mean a cat like a pussy cat?" The younger officer asked. Kyle's face brightened. "Yes that's it he calls me a pussy boy. I'm sorry I got that wrong." He said looking at me. I gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him. "You are doing wonderful Kyle, you are being so brave telling all of this." Kyle's small smile returned and he looked back to the detective. "He calls me his pussy boy as he shoves his cock in and out of my mouth till he then fills my mouth with his baby batter or sometimes he calls it cum." Kyle stopped talking and you could see the wheels turning in the two detectives minds. Principal Pamper sat behind his desk with his mouth dropped open and an ashen look. "There was something else you told me and Mrs. Hanner, can you tell them that?" I prodded. "Oh yea, other times he puts his cock in my boy cunt and fucks me. He says he loves fucking my boy cunt with his boy cunt buster. It hurt the first few times but now I can just lay there and let him do it without crying. He says he's breeding me and leaves his cum inside me. I know because I see it in the toilet when I go to the bathroom." "Thank you so much for telling us all of that." Lawson smiled. "Can we talk for a minute?" He asked looking over to the principal. "Sure let's step outside." The three of them stepped outside the door but they left it open slightly and the younger detective always had a line of sight on Kyle. I was able to overhear their conversation. "So, Kyle first reported this to Mr. Brice. Correct?" Lawson asked. "Actually Mr. Brice and Mrs. Hanner were both there when he came forward." Pamper corrected. "Good so there were two witness to the initial admission. Has there ever been any doubt about Mr. Brice's behavior with his students?" "Of course not." Pamper blustered. "What are you saying?" "Calm down sir, I have to establish a chain of events and make sure that there are no questions about the veracity of anyone involved in this. I'm asking the same question about Mrs. Hanner." "God she's the salt of the earth she is." Pampered replied. "Has the child been touched or examined in any way?" "His name is Kyle and the only physical activity is his holding hands with Mr. Brice." "Do you believe him sir?" "Well certainly no 9 year old is going to know that kind of language." Pamper answered sounding indignant. "I certainly do believe him. "What can you tell me about his original parents?" The detective asked calmly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the younger detective give Kyle a wink and Kyle kinda blushed. "His parents divorced four years ago. He lives with his mom but his dad Mr. Hank Walker gets one weekend a month." Mr. Pamper explained. Hank lives in Carterville now, I think he has a construction business." "Carterville." Lawson repeated with a searching tone. "It's about six hours east of us." The younger one responded. "I have a cousin who lives there." "What can you tell me about the boyfriend?" Lawson inquired. "I don't really know much about him." Pamper admitted. I spoke up. "He has been living with Kyle and his mom for about two years now. I only know that because at a parent teacher conference he made a point of telling me for some reason." I heard the detective sigh, then he reentered the room and sat back down in front of us. "Kyle has anyone else, anybody at all, ever touched you in a bad way?" "No sir." Kyle responded simply. "Where does this happen? Does he take you to a motel or a park or where?" "Oh always at home." Kyle answered. "Where is your mom when he does this?" "Sometimes she watches, other times she is in the kitchen or watches TV." Kyle stated with simplicity. I heard the Principal gasp, I looked at Detective Lawson and he was stoned faced. "So your mom knows he is doing this?" Lawson questioned. "Sure." Kyle responded as if the answer should be obvious. "She tells me to do whatever he says and sometimes she calls me those names as well." "I want you to think very carefully Kyle." The detective paused "When was the last time something happened between you and Stephen?" "Oh that's easy." Kyle perked up. "This morning on mom's bed he busted my boy cunt." A visible look of excitement came over the detectives face. "Have you gone to the bathroom since he did that?" "No not yet." Kyle responded. "Do you watch cop shows or cop movies?" Lawson asked "Yea, I want to be a cop someday." Kyle returned catching the detectives excitement. "Well there is something called DNA and you might have it in you yet. We need to take you to the hospital where they will examine you. You'll have to be strong and brave like a cop." Lawson advised. "Okay as long as Mr. Brice comes along." Kyle responded The detective looked at me like that was going to be a nuisance but he agreed and of course Principal Pamper agreed to let me go for as long as needed. They were nice enough to pander to Kyle and put the flashing blue light on and the siren as we raced to the hospital. We all remained quiet thru the ride but the younger detective had the recorder running the whole time. Once we reached the hospital Kyle and I walked hand in hand in behind Detective Lawson. He signaled for us to stop and waved at a Doctor and walked over to him and they talked softly back and forth. The doctor and Lawson then approached us. "Hi Kyle I'm Doctor Pakit." He introduced himself with a warm friendly smile. "Can you follow me where we will talk?" "As long as Mr. Brice can come to." Kyle returned. "Oh of course he can come, in fact I insist he come along, I can tell you trust him and therefore I trust him also. Now follow me." The doctor walked away and we followed to an exam room. Once we all gather in the room a female nurse joined us. The younger detective continued to hold out the recorder. Lawson began. "I am Detective Mark Lawson, as I point to you will you please clearly annunciation your name." Lawson started pointing. "I'm Doctor Malik Pakit, head of Pediatrics at St. Joseph's Hospital." "I'm Claire Smith RN, head nurse of pediatrics at St. Joseph's Hospital." "I'm Michael Brice, Kyle's teacher at Glenbrook elementary." "Why are you here Mr. Brice?" Lawson asked. "I'm here because Kyle revealed his situation to me and another teacher and has demanded that I accompany him through this process." I stated clearly. "I'm Detective Wilson Wainwright" the younger one announced giving a name to his person. "We are here to examine Kyle Walker, looking for evidence of sexual abuse at the hands of Stephen, do we know Stephen's last name." Lawson asked. "Jones." Kyle offered. "For the record that was Kyle Walker identifying Stephen's last name." Lawson added. "Please Doctor proceed. "Thank you, detective. Now Kyle I will need you to undress and then I have to look over your entire body searching for bruises or any other unusual marks. Then I will have to look between your legs at your anus or you might call it your butt. May I do that?" Dr. Pakit explained and asked in a very calm and soothing voice. "Sure." Kyle responded. He let go of my hand for the first time and climbed up on the exam table. As the nurse helped him get undressed, I took the time to really look at the others in the room. Detective Lawson struck me as your average dad, nothing special about his looks but something comforting in his demeanor and presence. The young detective Wilson was altogether different. He had fine cut features that could have made him model material. He was obviously slim and trim and his clothes accentuated his frame. His hair cut was the latest fashion and while he remained silent most of the time you could see he was very keen on observing what was going on. Dr. Pakit, was from East India or one of those countries. Probably in his thirties and handsome in that eastern look, with his warm caramel skin color with dark hair and dark eyes. Kyle now naked laid back on the table and reached out his hand to me. I looked to the Dr. and he nodded consent for me to hold it. I looked over Kyle's body as the Dr. did the same. He was slim but well nourished. His skin was a soft white color and appeared to be silky smooth. He showed no signs of physical abuse in terms of bruises or abrasions, which the Dr. voiced for the tape. "Will you roll over onto your stomach please?" The Dr. requested. Kyle had to let go of my hand as he rolled over but then quickly extended it out for me to take once he was on his stomach. His ass was round and firm looking, I hate to admit it but I thought it was beautiful. The Dr. explained to Kyle that he was going to spread his cheeks apart and examine his anal ring. I noticed that both of the detectives were staring intently as the small pink pucker came into sight. The Dr. used a bright light and explained as he moved his fingers around the hole that there were rips in the ring that would be consistent with the act of a larger object having recently spread the ring open further than normal. There was slight bruising also consistent with such an object moving in and out of the anal ring causing it to roll back and forth. Detective Lawson asked if this couldn't be the result of a hard ball movement. The Dr. explained that the pattern was consistent with someone of this age being anally raped on a regular basis. I couldn't help but picture in my mind the image of a hard man's cock thrusting in and out of that sweet pink rose. The Dr. asked the nurse for swabs and explained to Kyle that he was going to gently insert them inside Kyle's butt to get some samples of what might be in there other than feces. "He means poop." I explained when I saw Kyle look at me with a questioning look. That got a slight chuckle from others in the room. I watched as the nurse spread that sweet hole apart and the Dr. slipped the swab gently into the hole and swirled it around. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you." The Dr. stated. We all heard Kyle laugh and Detective Lawson asked what was funny. "Stephen has an 8 ½ long and 1 ½ inch thick cock, I'm used to that being in my boy cunt, I can't even feel what you're doing." You could see the nurse was shocked. Lawson remained stone faced. I got the impression that Detective Wilson and the Dr. wanted to laugh at that just like I did. But we didn't because that would have been recorded. The Dr. pulled the swabs out and placed them in tubes. Then he inserted a gloved finger into Kyle's hole and we all heard Kyle sigh, but ignored it. He swished his finger, I think that is the best way to describe it, swished his finger around in Kyle's asshole and then pulled it out. It was coated in brown poop mixed with white swirls. The Dr. carefully pulled off his glove and deposited it into a bag which then got sealed. "I have no doubt that, that was semen but of course the lab will confirm it." The Dr. announced. Everything was then bagged and sealed and sent off for DNA testing. "You did very well." I praised Kyle as I rubbed his back gently and felt guilty at enjoying the touch of his smooth skin. It felt like he was purring under my touch. The nurse helped him get off the table to get dressed. We all politely didn't comment on the fact that he had a hard little prick sticking up. But I looked it over and saw that the other men did as well. All dressed, Kyle slipped his hand back into mine and we exchanged smiles. "So now what?" I asked looking to Detective Lawson. "Well my office has gotten a hold of Mr. Walker and as luck would have it, this weekend is Mr. Walker's weekend with Kyle, so he was already on his way here, and he's about three hours out." Lawson explained. "We will go to the station where Detective Wainwright will wait with Kyle for Mr. Walker's arrival. I am headed over to the judge's chamber to get arrest warrants and a search warrant." Kyle said good bye to the nurse and Dr. Pakit with a smile and a wave. Lawson headed off to his car and a squad car had come to take Wainwright and Kyle and I to the station. There we were met by a psychologist who wanted to talk with Kyle. He refused to unless I was there also. She wasn't happy about that but gave in when it was realized that it was his way or no way. Kyle again gave graphic detail and used very graphic language describing the sexual exploits between him and his mom's boyfriend. You could see that even with her experience in the field she was taken aback by hearing such words coming out of a child's mouth. She had him use dolls to demonstrate and everything was being videotaped. She asked questions that seemed innocent enough to Kyle but I could tell she was building a profile on his feelings and how he felt about his life at this time. When she finished, she of course wouldn't say anything to me but after she left and Wainwright and I were sitting with Kyle waiting for his dad, he told me that she had commented that she was surprised at how well he had adjusted to his situation. He didn't demonstrate any anger or withdrawal but seemed he accepted it as part of his life and just went on from there. It was about 2 hours later that Detective Lawson returned and came into the room. He informed us that Stephen and Kyle's mom had been arrested. They are both of course screaming innocence and that Kyle is lying and she just wants five minutes with him to get the truth out of him." "You won't allow that will you?" I asked. Lawson looked at me like I was an idiot. "Of course not, Kyle will never be alone with his mother without a court appointed representative." He then continued and informed us that they also secured all the bedding from the master bed and it was all being sent off to the labs. A few minutes later a man in his early 30's entered the room and dropped down to one knee in front of Kyle. "Dad" He called out happily and he slipped his hand out of mine and threw both around his dad's neck. They hugged tightly and I now felt out of place. Mr. Walker looked at me and introduced himself and thanked me for being there for his son. "You two have never met?" Detective Lawson asked. "No." We both responded almost in unison. "Kyle's mom and Stephen always accompanied Kyle to school events." I added. "Okay Mr. Brice, Kyle's dad will take him from here but there will be a detective calling on you to go over once again your version of events." I stood up and Kyle jumped to his feet and threw his arms around me giving me one last hug. I left the station feeling empty and missing the touch of Kyle's hand in mine. Monday Kyle wasn't in school and when I inquired to Mr. Pamper, he informed me that Mr. Walker had been granted temporary full time custody of Kyle till all the legal end of things got worked out. Through the newspapers I learned that Stephen had been jailed with no bond and that Mom was granted bond but had a restraint order disallowing her any contact with Kyle till further court action. The news ran heavily about how awful it was that this child was abused and that while the mother claimed it was all untrue, they still made her look like a villain. I found myself missing Kyle in class and thought of him often wondering how he was. I found myself looking at the other boys in class and wondered if any of them held dark secrets. While they were silently reading or taking a test, my mind wondered and I would pick out one of the boys and then imagined him being in Kyle's place. I imagined him naked and with his legs spread and with my hard cock pounding into his boy cunt. Kyle's words and descriptions replayed through my head as I saw in my mind the events. I realized that in my mind I was being a pedophile, and for some reason that didn't bother me. In class I would sometimes separate the girls and the boys into two study groups. I would send the girls off to the library and the boys would stay in the room. I had them take turns reading out loud from their desks as I walked around. I slowly found out who would accept a touch to the shoulder in praise or who shrunk away. A different detective contacted me and we went through all of my information about the Kyle event and when done she informed me there were no discrepancies between my first version and this one which was great. She also informed me that the prosecution would be contacting me and I would be called to testify at Stephen's trial. The school year moved on and I found myself missing Kyle more and more. At night I dreamed of him naked in my arms and my hard cock up his hot little ass. I considered reaching out and calling Mr. Walker just to see how things were but decided it was best not to. I saw a small article in the paper that St. Joseph's hospital had just built a new hospital in Carterville and that Dr. Pakit was transferring there to open up the Pediatrics Wing. That reminded me of watching him finger Kyle in the exam room which led me to a dream about him using his hard brown cock to probe inside Kyle instead of his finger. For some reason the nurse had left the room and the Dr., still fingering Kyle's ass said he couldn't get in far enough and needed something longer. In my dream I saw him opening his pants and pulling out his cock. Neither of the detectives said anything as if this was normal. The Dr. turned Kyle sideways on the table so his legs hung over the edge, then proceeded to shove his hard cock into Kyle's ass and fucked him just short of cumming. He pulled out and sprayed his load on Kyle's back. He took swabs and wiped them across his cock and bagged them. For accuracy reasons he said he need more deep samples. Detective Lawson pulled out his hard throbbing cock and shoved it in Kyle and then pulled out the same as the good Dr. did and sprayed Kyle's back. As the doctor swabbed Lawson's cock, Detective Wainwright pulled his cock out and proceeded to fuck Kyle as well. Wainwright in my mind had a large fucking boy buster and Kyle moaned with what seemed pleasure thru it all. When he was done he pulled out and the three looked at me and said it was my turn. I awoke that morning with dry cum on my sheets. It was spring now and I testified at Stephen's trial and then hung back and watched the rest of it. The sperm in Kyle's butt had come back as a DNA match for Stephen. There was spent sperm and feces found on the sheets of the master bed. The sperm was Stephen's and the feces was a match for Kyle's. Kyle didn't have to testify in the courtroom but had been videotaped in a small room with the two lawyers and the judge and Mr. Walker. Kyle stuck to his story with very little variation in his telling. It wasn't word for word perfect but mixed up slightly like a 9 year old would. But not so mixed up that the defense lawyer could shoot any holes in it. The courtroom had been cleared of all spectators due to the graphic nature of the video. I was bummed because I wanted to hear and see Kyle use those words again. To hear him describe the sex acts and hear him use words like cock and boy cunt and fucking. I left the courthouse with a hard on and frustrated. My court appearance was in the morning so I was expected back in class after lunch. I paced the room nervously holding a book in front of me hiding my erection as the class read thru a chapter of Moby Dick. Patrick sat in the last row on the end and Daniel was one seat over from him. Patrick was one of the boys who was open to my causal touch. I wasn't thinking straight and I stood alongside Patrick as Milly took her turn reading. I moved the book from in front of me and Patrick turned and looked and clearly saw the outline of my hard on. Patrick stared at it and I rubbed my hand across it. I made a snap decision which was stupid and reckless of me but I was so wound up. I called time on Milly's reading and then announced we would split into study groups. I sent the girls off to the library with a specific research assignment, then I closed and locked the classroom door. I had the boys stay in their seats and had Mark stand and read out loud from where Milly had ended. As Mark read, I walked back to Patrick's seat again and stood alongside him. I moved the book away from my crotch and again he stared at the outline of my erection. I reached out and took his hand and placed it on my crotch. He tentatively rubbed it at first but then became braver. I reached down and pulled down the zipper and pulled the opening apart. I wasn't paying attention to anything but the desire pounding in my brain. Patrick reached in and wormed his little fingers thru the opening of my boxers and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock. I sighed, probably louder than I should have as Patrick extracted my cock out into the open. I reached down and put my hand behind his head and pulled it forward. He opened his mouth and let me slip my throbbing meat in. "I knew you were a cock sucker." I muttered as he swallowed my cock. It registered in my mind that the room was silent and I looked to the rest of the class. They were watching Patrick sucking his teacher's hard cock. Some had looks of awe on their faces, some looks of they knew it was wrong but couldn't help but watch. Some others were grinning and rubbing themselves and a few had sneers on their faces. I knew they would be the ones who would trap Patrick into a dark corner of the locker room or bathroom and push him to his knees and use him. "Aw fuck your good at this." I said out loud, since everyone was watching. "You are a good cock sucker." I thrust further into his face. "This is what some boys are meant to do." I announced. "They are for men and other boys to use to get their cocks sucked." I pulled out of his mouth holding his head by his hair just inches from my cock. I let my cock bounce and throb in the open so all the boys could see how big and hard my shaft was. We heard Patrick whimper with his desire to have it back in his mouth. "Do a good job on sucking me and next time we can show the class how your ass is a boy pussy." I sneered as I shoved it back into his mouth. I was building up a good rhythm thrusting in and out of his hot slobbery mouth as the other boys watched me face fuck him. "Mr. Brice?" "Mr. Brice?" I looked up to see Milly and the rest of the class looking at me. "Ah what." I responded a little disorientated. "Should I start reading the next chapter?" Milly asked I looked and saw that I was still standing alongside Patrick with me holding my book in front of me hiding my hard on. "Oh yes, sorry, I was daydreaming there for a moment. I had Milly continue reading as I left the class alone and went to the bathroom and rubbed one out. I needed to get a grip on myself. Saturday's paper announced Stephen had been convicted despite his continued protests of innocence and sentenced to 30 years in prison. Prison is not a good place for a pedophile. I felt glad to read of his conviction and that put me in a really good mood and I decided to go to the park. To enjoy the great spring weather and I will admit to hopefully see some boys with shirts off. As I strolled along a path I spotted Detective Wilson Wainwright sitting on a spread out blanket with a young boy of about 6 years old sitting alongside him. They appeared to be just finishing up a picnic lunch. "Hello" I greeted, unsure if he would be receptive to the intrusion. He looked up at me with no particular expression, "Hello Michael, Nathan why don't you go kick the ball around while I talk to this man." He said to the boy. The kid jumped up and stayed within 10 feet of us while practicing his soccer moves. I had always seen Wilson in a suit and swept my eyes over his casual attire. He was sexy in just a string tank top and short nylon running shorts. "You did well at the trial." He stated looking up to me from his sitting position on the blanket. "Thanks, I'm glad he got convicted." I returned "Although I feel a little sorry for him, a pedo in prison doesn't get treated well." "Don't feel bad for him, he got what he deserved. Kyle belongs with his dad and he had no right moving in on the kid." He returned with some coldness in his voice. "I guess." I said casually, "Great day for a picnic, the wife couldn't join you?" I queried but trying to not sound to nosy. "We're in the process of a divorce." He informed me simply. "Oh I'm sorry." I offered. He chuckled. "No it's a good thing for both me and my son." He casually pulled one of his outstretched legs up and I saw the tip of his cock come into view from the gaped leg on the shorts. "She was supposed to be on a visit to a relative but she was found in a house drugged up and spreading her legs for a string of guys. She claimed it was a set up, but the detectives were able to prove she went there on her own accord. I had a private detective follow her and he has proof of her going back again. It looks like my lawyer will be able to get her declared unfit and I will get sole custody." He shifted his leg a little more and more of the cock head came into view. It excited me to think that if his son came over, he would be able to see his dads cock just like I could. Dirty thoughts started to flood my mind at the thought of this hot dad with his little boy. Lost in thought I almost didn't realize he was talking again. "I already have ICE working on deporting her back to Brazil." "It's good to have connections I guess." I mused. He gave me a grin. "You know it is." Nathan came up and sat down straddling his dads other out stretched leg. The sight of the cute boy looking at me with his soft blue eyes and the sight of his dads cock head just inches away made me start to get hard. I knew I was going to have dreams of these two tonight. Wilson rubbed his hand across his son's back. "A boy belongs with his dad." He stated again like he had earlier. "Work going well?" I inquired. "As soon as the divorce is final, I'm moving to Carterville. The police force there has a detective's job waiting for me." He informed me with a smile I looked away at the others in the park. "She hasn't been convicted yet." I stated not looking at him. "Mr. Walker isn't guaranteed that he will get to keep Kyle." There was silence and I turned back to look at him. He was looking at me dead faced. "I can't discuss the case with you openly while it's still ongoing." "I know." I admitted. I found myself not knowing what else to say. I wanted to stay and just watch them but it was obviously awkward now. "Well good seeing you." I commented and turned to walk away. I was a few steps away when I heard Nathan say. "Dad you're hanging out again." A shudder went through my body, knowing his son had seen his cock. That night I dreamed of Wilson and his son and I together doing those things that men aren't supposed to do. It was four weeks to the end of the school year and I saw under legal notices in the paper that a divorce decree had been granted to a Wilson Wainwright. It was three weeks to the end of the school year and I saw in the paper that Kyle's mom had gone to trial. Her entire defense was that she didn't know anything was going on despite Kyle claiming she did. Apparently, Stephen took the stand for the prosecution and sang like a canary. He said it all started at her suggestion that she wanted to hurt her husband by ruining his pride and joy, his son. She started to scream during the trial that he was lying and had to be hauled out. I guessed that Stephen saw his life in ruins and wasn't going to go down alone. Mom got convicted and sentenced to 8 years, her parental rights stripped away and full custody went to Kyle's dad. A calm came over me and I was glad that Kyle's fate was settled. Two weeks of school remained when I saw a small article in the paper that Detective Wilson's, now ex-wife had been deported. There were some women's groups protesting her treatment from the handling of her divorce to the loss of her son and then the deportation. They claimed that there was never a proper investigation into her claims that it was all a set up. There was another group hailing Wilson as a hero for standing up for what's right and that all criminal immigrants should be deported. The article ended stating that the detective and his son would be moving else where to start life anew. My dreams of boy sex continued to fill my nights and my daydreaming fantasies of Patrick in my class continued. Down to the final week of school and Principal Pamper came into the class on Monday. He announced that these were my final days because I was transferring to a school in Carterville next year. So, for the final day of class we would have a movie and some cake as a going away party. Although all these kids would be going onto the next grade and I wouldn't have been their teacher anyway, they all said how sorry they were and they would miss me. The end was just days away, I've made it this far, I needed to not be stupid. I held it together and reached the final day. The class was happy because the end of the school year arrived and we were having our party. The final bell rang and the students said their final farewells as they dashed out the door. That is with the exception of Patrick, he came to me and asked if he could talk. "Sure of course." I responded "What's on your mind." I said as I squatted down in front of him. He seemed hesitant and spoke softly when he finally did. "I though you maybe wanted to be my special friend, like my dad was." "Was? Is he not your special friend anymore?" I asked with an understanding of what he meant. "Mom kicked him out of the house. I haven't seen him in months." Patrick explained. I brushed my hand across his cheek and he leaned into it. "I would very much like to be your special friend. But how about if I could get your dad back for you?" "Really." His eyes widened and his voice picked up energy. "Really." I smiled back. "But you have to be patient, can you wait a few months more if it means you get your dad back full time?" "Oh gosh yes I think I can." Patrick replied with a happy smile and a hopeful look. "I will take care of it all, don't you worry, but you have to just wait. Ok?" "Okay." Patrick replied. "I trust you." I sent Patrick on his way promising that he would see me and his dad again. Saturday I turned the key to my apartment in to the manager and with my meager belongings stuffed into the car I headed for my new home. I arrived and with my hands shaking, I pressed the doorbell. Within seconds the door opened and I stepped inside melting into the arms of my lover. "Welcome home." Hank Walkers rich deep voice greeted. We moved into a passionate kiss that lasted for ever it seemed. We broke the kiss and he looked into my eyes. "I know it's been a rough year for you, but it's over now and here you are. All that sacrifice has paid off." He took hold of my hand and led me to the living room. Everyone was there to greet me. Dr. Pakit and his 10 year old son Ramesh, Wilson and Nathan and most of all Kyle. Naked Kyle dashed up to me and threw his arms around me. "Welcome home daddy Michael." I looked at everyone there, they were all naked and ready for some man boy partying. I hugged Kyle to me as I almost broke down crying. I thought back to how this had all started with Dr. Pakit and Ramesh. Ram as we lovingly called him was in my class at that time and he was a very warm and affectionate boy. He and his dad had moved here to America just a year earlier after his mother died and Dr. Pakit wanted to get his son away from the past. Ram was always open to my touch on his shoulder, a rub of the back, my hand on his knee or thigh. It was obvious he wanted the physical attention and melted into me whenever I made contact. He was ripe for the picking and while I had never done anything with a student yet, I knew I wanted to. I got introduced to man/boy sex when I was in college and another student that I had become fuck buddies with took me home for a weekend. His little brother who was 10 had been a sex toy for him for years and we spent the weekend balls deep in him. I surprised even myself with my daring and the ease in which I manipulated the situation when it became available to me. It was a Friday and we were having parent teacher conferences at school. Dr. Pakit was scheduled to be my last one of the day and Ram was already there as we waited for his dad. It was 10 minutes past the appointed time when I got a call from the Dr., the front office had given him my direct number. He apologized but he was being called into an emergency surgery and would not be able to make it. Being a Dr. I knew his ability to schedule things was a challenge, so I offered to take Ram home and that when he got home we would just have the conference at his house, he was most appreciative. Ram let me into what I thought was a very modest home for a Doctor. He showed me his bedroom which was normal for a boy his age. The posters on his walls were of men of India, who if I knew them, I would have recognized as being famous in their country as movie stars or sport stars. Most were shirtless and as a gay man I must say were dreamy sexy. I sat down on the edge of Ram's bed. "What do you usually do when you get home from school?" "If I have homework, I do that first. Then I shower and play on the computer or watch TV till dad gets home." He replied with that sweet lilt that a 9 year old can have to their voice. I never assigned homework on Fridays, so I knew he didn't have any. "Well since you don't have homework you might as well do the shower." I stated, showing no sign of leaving the room. He looked at me hesitantly for a moment but then started to remove his school uniform. I watched as the clothes peeled away and fell to the floor. He was down to just his underwear, "Would you like me to join you?" I asked. Ram nodded his head slowly. I stood and peeled off my clothes till I was just in my boxers. I stood in front of Ram and pushed my boxers off and my hard cock throbbed in front of his eyes. "You're as big as my dad." He commented with some awe in his voice. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You have seen your dad's cock hard?" "Yes." He replied never taking his eyes of my manhood. "We took a shower together a few weeks back and he washed my back and then my hair. As he washed my hair I felt something hard touching my back and sliding across it with the soapy water. I turned around and his thing was hard and angry looking. It was bouncing in the air and I went to touch it but he grabbed me and spun me back around. He wrapped his arms around my chest and he slid the hardness up and down my back till I heard him grunt and felt his body shake. He hasn't been willing to shower with me since then." Ram finished with some sadness in his voice. I brushed my hand across his cheek and he leaned into it. "Take your short's off." I instructed. I watched Ram drop his shorts and took in the sight of the lean brown boy with an uncut prick that was longer than I expected for his age. I wanted to take this boy into my arms and make love to him, I wanted to rape him, I wanted to caress him gently, I wanted to man handle him, I wanted to have him gently kiss my cock, I wanted to shove it down his throat. I wanted. I wanted to treat him like a loving tender boyfriend, I wanted to treat him like a cock sucking fag. My emotions were all over the place as he took the initiative and reached out and touched my cock. I decided on gentle for now. I smiled at him. "I like that, please touch it all." I requested. Ram wrapped his fingers around my throbbing piece and felt the strength in it. He slowly rubbed it back and forth. "Kiss it please." I asked and without hesitation he leaned forward and planted his lips on the end giving it a lingering kiss. "Open your mouth." I said more assertively as I placed my hand behind his head. He did as instructed and I pushed myself in. A few scraps of the teeth followed but I instructed him on how to suck a man's cock. I stood there and watched his head bob back and forth on my hard meat and I encouraged and praised him for being such a great cock sucker. "I bet your dad would love this. Would you like to suck your dad's cock, be his little lover?" I asked. Ram pulled off me and looked up to my eyes. "I would do anything for dad." He responded with clear sincerity, he returned to sucking my cock. "Well I'll see if I can help that happen, but right now I'm going to fuck your face and fill your mouth with my man juice." I commented as I took a hold of his head and started to fuck his face. He did well, a few gags and sputters but he didn't try to stop me from going deeper and deeper into his throat. The heat built and moaned out." Take my cum." As I filled his mouth. I shuddered as I dropped the last of my seed into the little boy mouth and then picked him up and dropped him on his bed. Plans and ideas were developing in my head as I spit on my finger and touched his asshole. He laid there docile as I fingered him and still didn't fuss after I got some lotion and worked my way up to two fingers and then three. "Are you gonna fuck me with your cock?" He asked. "Not yet." I replied with a smile. "I have a plan." I pulled out and told him to go take his shower but that when he was done he should grease his hole up and only wear his underwear. As he showered I dressed and sat in the living room. A few moments later I could hear the front door open and close and then Dr. Pakit enter the room. He didn't notice me and zeroed in his liquor cabinet where he took a decanter in hand and poured himself a drink. He slammed that down and then poured another. His body language clearly showed he was stressed, maybe the surgery didn't go well, I didn't want to ask and take a chance of throwing a pale over the evening. He downed three drinks in quick order and then poured a fourth which he then just held. "Good evening." I said announcing my presence. He jumped slightly and turned to me. "Oh I am so sorry, I forgot, I didn't think you would wait this long." "No problem." I returned as I stood up and extended my hand for a shake. "Ram has been keeping me entertained." "Where is my son?" He asked looking around. "He's taking his shower now." It was obvious the three quick drinks had taken effect on the good Dr. and he seemed like he might be a bit tipsy. "Let's sit and talk." I gestured to the sofa for him and I sat back down in the arm chair. "I'm glad to report that your son is doing very well in class. He studies hard and pays attention. You can tell he wants to learn and please." Ram now walked into the room in just his underwear as I instructed. His father looked at him. "Ram you should dress more respectful while your teacher is here." "Oh it's okay." I said as I held my arm out and Ram climbed up and straddled my one leg. "He's home he should be comfortable and I remember being his age, I was the same way." I placed my right hand on his right leg and used my left to hold him in place by putting it on his stomach. "As I was saying Ram is a delight to have in class and so willing to do anything asked of him." I stated as I gently caressed his leg with my hand. The good Dr.'s eyes were focused on my touch of his son. "He wants to be such a pleaser. I can tell from our talks that he loves you very much." My hand traveled up so my fingers were on the verge of touching his boyhood which was obviously tented in his underwear. "It must be very hard for you to raise a son on your own like this." My left hand started to rub the tight little tummy. "You must get very lonely I imagine." I openly caressed Ram now with both hands in front of his father. Dr. Pakit's hand trembled slightly causing the glass to vibrate and the golden liquid inside to shimmer. "Have you noticed how smooth and soft your son's skin is?" I asked with a hushed voice. Dr. Pakit seemed hypnotized by the view in front of him. A definite bulge was growing in his slacks. "Your son is so beautiful, isn't he?" "Yes." The good Dr. replied in a tranced voice. "You must be so lonely, so wanting to feel a warm touch." I voiced with a smooth low tone. "Your son's skin is so soft and tender to touch. I continued. The doctor's crotch was fully tented out now. "He wants to please you in any way possible, he wants your love, all of your love, that special love that only a father and son can have." Ram slipped off my leg but I followed keeping my hands on him and I dropped onto a knee with Ram now standing in front of his shaking father. "He doesn't want you to be lonely, he wants to please you in every way." I continued as Ram reached out and placed his hand on his father's tented crotch. The Dr.'s hand shook more violently but he didn't do anything to stop his son. He took in a sharp breath as Ram opened his pants and pulled out the engorged brown cock of his dad. "He wants to love you in all ways, he wants to please you in all ways." I continued with my mellow soft voice. The good doctor was focused in only on his son's fingers wrapper around the fat uncut brown cock that was indeed as big as mine. Ram peeled down the skin exposing the darker purplish head hidden away. I pulled down Ram's underwear as his head lowered and his lips touched his dad's throbbing meat. I reached out and took the glass from the Dr.'s hand before he dropped it. Soon to be 9 year old Ram swallowed his dad's cock head as his dad let out a string of words in a language I didn't understand. As his head bobbed up and down the shaft I ran my fingers down to his asshole and shoved two in and finger fucked him as he swallowed daddy meat. The Dr. placed one hand behind his son's head as it worked up and down his throbbing hardness. "Oh fuck son I wanted this so much but I was afraid. Suck daddies cock like a good son." He moaned out. It didn't take long before he threw his head back and roared out as his orgasm hit and he loaded his son's hungry mouth with cum. Ram pulled off licking his lips once he was sure there was no more cum. He dropped his head onto his dad's lap and the Dr. rubbed his back praising him. He saw me pull my fingers out of his son's ass and looked at me with concern. "You didn't?" "No, no I didn't." I assured him. "I firmly believe a father should be the first one to fuck a boy's cunt" I need to get comfortable he stated and lifted Ram off of him. He undressed and sat back down now naked. He pulled Ram up onto his lap and they entered into a tender deep kiss. Being gay I had enjoyed both men and boys. I leaned in and sucked the Dr.'s cock into my mouth and brought it back to life as they made out. Once hard, I held it in place and watched closely as the head entered and spread open the tight brown hole. The good Dr. entered his son's pussy and took his cherry, as I fondled the man's balls. The night turned into the weekend and I stayed thru it all as we both fucked Ram over and over in all combinations. I continued to be a bed mate with them till just before the Kyle incident started. After we had been fucking for about a year he mentioned he had a brother with a 6 year old son and 5 daughters. He hated the marriage and wanted to escape it with only his son in tow. The good Dr. admitted to his brother that he and Ram shared their bed together and the brother admitted he wanted the same with his son. My college buddy who introduced me to boy sex was now working for the state department and I contacted him and told him about the situation. With the promise that he could have a go at the kid, we created a plan for the father to get papers for him and the boy in new names and they would flee the country to America. Once he got here, we moved him to Carterville, where I got him a job with Hank Walker's construction company. I was able to do that because before the start of the school year when Kyle was going to be my student, I had gone to a gay bar in Carterville, where I got picked up by a man and ended spending a long weekend with him. We really hit it off and thru talking discovered that Kyle was a student at my school and that he would be going into the grade level I was teaching. I made plans then to manipulate the system so he ended up in my class. Anyway thru talking I admitted that it was hard being a teacher because I was sexually attracted to boys in addition to men. Hank admitted he wanted a sexual relationship with his son and once when Hank had Kyle for the weekend, we seduced him together and he was receptive to it. The anal rips that Dr. Pakit recorded when he examine Kyle were from me and his dad fucking him. Before I met Dr. Pakit and Hank Walker I had been in a chat room that leaned towards pedo desires. I had started a regular conversation with a guy only known as WW. Over time of chatting we admitted that we both desired young boys and talked of what we would do with them. Once I bedded Ram and Dr. Pakit I relayed to WW my experiences, without using real names of course. WW relayed to me had a 4 year old and that he often bathed naked with his son but now the wife was starting to insist that it was time to be more modest around the boy and stop bathing together. Over time WW complained more and more about the wife interfering with his time with his son. I suggested he should get rid of her in a way that would leave him with the kid. We only talked hypothetical about different ideas, it was about two years later now and around the time that I met Hank Walker, thru a few slips of details during my chats with WW, we figured out we lived in the same town and decided to meet face to face. After a few times meeting I realized I had two different guys who wanted unfettered custody of their sons, but getting rid of the wives was the problem. I invited Hank to meet with Wilson and I, and there I presented an idea where each could help the other. Wilson could help us with manipulating evidence to convict Stephen and the ex-wife. The two fucked on a regular basis but she made him use rubbers because she didn't want another kid at this time. Kyle would have to learn his lines and stick to them. He would have to rehearse them over and over so they stayed true. We would have him steal a freshly used condom and on the day that he was going to announce his abuse, I would sneak him into a bathroom and give his asshole a couple of quick fucks so it appeared freshly fucked. Then I took a small baster and injected some of the spent cum from the rubber up into his ass. It was important that Kyle come to me when another teacher was around and I made a point of giving the principal, Wilson's boss's card to call so Wilson was a part of the investigation. He switched the top sheet taken from the bed with one that we had smeared with some cum from the rubber and some of Kyle's shit. It was important that I spend the year away from Hank and Kyle while the case moved forward so as to not raise any doubt about anything. At the same time Hank knew some real scum bags that were more than willing to kidnap Wilson's wife and drug her and gang rape her. We set it up so that the private eye Wilson hired would see it as if she was doing it on purpose. I used my state department contact to get her on ICE's radar. It all worked out, and now Hank and I were going to live together as lovers raising his son and making sure he knew the feel and taste of every inch of our bodies as we fucked him over and over for years to come. Of course we were going to share him with Dr. Pakit and Wilson just as they were going to share their sons with us. But now I needed a plan to get Patrick and his dad back together.