Cory found himself often confused by the feelings that he was starting to feel whenever he was around other boys... not just Mr. Peterson. In the locker room before gym he couldn't help but peek at other dick's, wondering what they looked like. On occasion he wondered what would happen if he tried to touch one, but somehow he instinctively knew that if he was even caught looking that he'd be picked on even more by the other boys.
Finally he found himself back in Mr. Peterson's office, getting extra help on one of his papers.
"So how has everything been going Cory?" Mr. Peterson asked, "Are the other boys still bothering you?"
Cory shrugged, "Not any more than usual."
He flushed as he remembered the chain of events that his tormentors had led him to the last time... hidden in the closet getting secret pleasures from Mr. Peterson. He could almost taste the cum on his tongue again and blushed deeply. Mr. Peterson noted Cory's discomfort and excitement and it aroused him, as always.
"You know Cory," he said, his voice thickening with lust as he laid his hand on Cory's thigh, "There are other things I can show you, that feel even better."
For a moment Cory sat silent, his eyes closing as Mr. Peterson squeezed his thigh.