Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2018 03:22:03 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: He Brought His Own Balls - Chapter 23 (Gay - Adult Youth)

He Brought His Own Balls
Chapter 23

The weeks passed from Winter Break to Spring Break. Mark and I video
chatted on average once a week. Every session was hot and ended with both
of us satisfied. Well, except for one. There was one occasion when Mark's
mom caught him in the act! Fortunately for me, I could see the door opening
behind Mark and ducked out of the way in time so she couldn't see me on his
computer screen. But she definitely saw him with his dick in his hand. Poor
kid, doesn't even have a lock on his bedroom door. When it happened, they
both kinda froze in shock for a moment. Finally, she apologized and went
back out.

As Spring Break got closer, I started to run through various plans and
scenarios in my head. Mark's family would be coming to stay with his
cousin's family not far from where I lived, as his cousin (Drew) attended
the large middle school where I taught. He would actually be attending
school with his cousin on the Friday before Break, and then they'd be
spending the following week at the Disney parks. As Drew's family lived
under an hour from Orlando, they would commute each day, rather than
spending extra money on a hotel.

I knew that I would get a chance to see Mark in school that Friday, however
limited the time. And I planned to visit whatever Disney park they were at
each day, for whatever time Mark and I could grab together. That would
likely be pretty limited as well, though. For an extended amount of time
together, we would need to plan some kind of surreptitious nighttime
rendezvous.

Finally, the Friday of Mark's visit arrived. As I dressed for school that
morning, the butterflies in my stomach were going nuts. Worse than the
first-day-of-school jitters. I must have changed my clothes four or five
times before heading out to the school. I was so excited to see Mark. How
was I going to resist running up to him and grabbing him in my arms?

As fate would have it, during one of my free periods, Drew's teacher needed
a substitute. Usually, we tried to cover in-house, rather than spend the
money on an outside sub. I had volunteered immediately as soon as I had
received the email and done the calculation that I could sub during a
period when Drew would have that class. The class was second period, and
the lesson plan was simply to show a (boring) video on the Industrial
Revolution. Sad for the students, but I was hoping the movie would provide
some cover for me to have some kind of interaction with Mark.

My first period class seemed to take forever, but when it was finally over,
I was the first one to leave my classroom. I hurried over to the 7th grade
history classroom, where Drew and Mark would soon be arriving.

Back in January, I had introduced myself to Drew, and we had talked briefly
about Mark. Apparently Mark had already told Drew about me. At the time of
my first interaction with Drew, I wasn't really sure how much Mark had told
him (I thought I caught a glimmer of a sly grin from Drew, which both
scared and excited me at the same time), but later Mark told me that he
just said we hung out at the pool, played a lot of ping-pong, and went on a
boat ride. He claimed that he didn't tell him anything more. By the way,
Drew was hot as hell. Blond hair that flopped perfectly atop his head, blue
eyes, an unblemished face in perfect proportions. He had recently turned 13
(I looked it up on the internal school records), and was about 5'4'' and
slim. I certainly wouldn't have minded getting to know him better. After
our initial meeting, we simply said hello to each other whenever we passed
in the hallway.

Mark had come out to Drew the previous summer, one of the few people Mark
had spoken to about his sexuality. In response, Drew had told Mark that
while he liked girls, he sometimes wondered what it would be like with a
guy. He had read somewhere that guys give better blow jobs. Armed with this
knowledge the past few months, it was hard for me to resist trying to start
something up with Drew. It was one thing on vacation in another country,
but at my school, the risk was exponentially higher.

I had texted with Mark Thursday night after he had arrived in Florida. He
told me about how the room he was staying in was basically the home office
that had a pull-out sofa. It was on the first floor of the house, and
everyone else was sleeping on the second floor. I told him that I would be
subbing in one of Drew's classes and that we would be having a last-period
assembly instead of class. I was hoping one of those times might provide an
opportunity for us to have a moment to at least talk or make minimal
physical contact.

When Mark walked into the history classroom, I had to look down to make
sure my dick hadn't actually torn through my khakis. Even though we had
chatted by video over the past few months, that was nothing compared to
seeing him in the flesh. And when I say "flesh," I really mean it. First,
Mark was wearing a tank top. The fact that I had full view of his arms (and
sometimes armpits) was going to surely make me cream my pants sometime
during this period. Normally the students aren't allowed to wear tank tops,
but I guess Drew didn't fill Mark in on that rule. Oh well!

Mark was wearing athletic shorts that were definitely too small for
him. Back a few decades ago it was probably the style, but nowadays not so
much. They tightly hugged his thighs and actually made them look quite
muscular. And they stopped halfway down the thigh, so there was a generous
amount of creamy flesh that I could see. This was going to be torture.

On his feet, Mark had on sandals. The sight of his feet and toes
immediately brought back a flood of intense memories from December.

He had turned 14 in February and looked to be about an inch or so
taller. But he was still on the shorter size for his age. Drew was taller.

I looked at Mark's face, and he was wearing a huge, adorable smile. It
melted me. I wanted to grab him in my arms so badly. But I ended up
settling for a handshake and a small touch of his shoulder with my left
hand. As soon as our hands made contact, a jolt of electricity shot through
my entire body. I greeted Drew with a handshake as well. Looking back and
forth between the two boys, I imagined taking them both into a storage
closet and pleasuring their young cocks until they delivered some fresh
loads of teen spunk. Oh, if only!

As Mark, Drew, and I chatted near the front of the room just making small
talk, the rest of the class filed in and took their seats. It was a full
house. All that remained was Drew's desk. I suggested that Mark sit at a
table in the back of the room. It was directly behind Drew's desk.

After taking attendance and starting up the video (semi-successfully
squashing the objections and groans of the 7th graders), I went to the back
of the classroom. I grabbed a loose chair, added it to the table right next
to Mark, and sat down. With the shades drawn and lights out, it was
slightly dark in the classroom, but we could still see fairly easily. Mark
looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back and then turned my head to face
the movie. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering big-time.

I wanted to touch him so, so much, but could I get away with that right now
during this class? There were 30 other kids in the room with us. This was
my job, my career. If someone saw, my life could be ruined. But the draw
toward Mark was strong.

Keeping my head facing forward, I dropped my hand to my side and stretched
out my fingers toward Mark. I couldn't quite reach. Slightly moving my arm,
I tried again and came in contact with very bottom of Mark's shorts. With
my fingers I could feel both the athletic material as well as the smooth
skin on his thigh. Mark was also looking forward at this point, and I could
see him smile again.

Realizing that it would be more obvious if I had to stretch out my arm, I
decided I had to move my chair closer. If I scooched it over, the sound
would attract attention. So I got up from my chair, walked a lap around the
classroom, and upon my return to the back, I silently lifted the chair and
placed it down closer to Mark. I sat back down. Now I could reach Mark much
better.

Placing my hand on his leg again, this time I tried to get my hand to go up
the leg of his shorts. But they were just so tight. I would have to go from
above. No problem. I took my hand away.

Before I could make my next attempt, Mark put his hand in his pocket and
pulled out his cell phone. Holding it under the table, he started typing a
text, but didn't send it. Instead, he turned his phone toward me, so I
could see what he typed. It said "I haven't cummed in 2 days. Saving it for
you." As if I needed any more encouragement. Mark deleted the text and
stored his phone away. Then he leaned back in his chair placing his hands
behind his head and linking his fingers together to hold them in
place. There were two consequences of his move. First, his armpit was
staring at me, inches from my face. I couldn't help but look over. There
was a small patch of hair, and the scent of his fresh deodorant wafted out
toward my nose. Man, how I wanted to nuzzle up in there right now. It was
so damn sexy. In addition to the armpit exposure, his shirt had pulled up
slightly, and I could see about an inch-width of skin above the waistband
of his shorts. Mark saw me looking and sucked in his stomach. A slight gap
appeared between the waistband and his skin, inviting me in. No time to
send an RSVP. I was coming in now.

I placed my hand over his naval and slowly started creeping my fingers
below the waistband of his shorts.

Mark breathed in sharply, swallowed, and let out the tiniest of moans.

My fingers made first contact with his pubic hair, and I just about lost
it. This was so fucking hot. My hand was down the shorts of my sexy young
teen in a room full of 7th graders. My cock was straining against my
pants. Afraid that there would be precum evidence all over the front of my
pants, I decided to unzip and give my dick some breathing room. Now the
precum would only wet my boxer briefs.

As I ran my hand through his young and limited 8th grade bush, I let my
fingers split and go on either side of his hard cock. I had truly missed
the feel of it. I could have been imagining things, but it felt slightly
bigger to me. After a minute or so of teasing, I grabbed a hold of his teen
pride.

I squeezed, and Mark let out another sound that fortunately only I could
hear.

Our heads were both facing forward so that we didn't attract attention, but
at this point Mark tapped on my arm to get me to turn toward him. I did,
and he mouthed to me "Make me cum." Then he licked his lips.

Using my thumb, I rubbed the flaring head of his young cock. This made Mark
silently gasp and twitch in his seat. I then proceeded to start jerking him
off with long, slow strokes. He was pumping his hips upward from his
chair. Clearly he wanted me to go faster. Then he reached down with his own
hand. Typically I would swat his hand away so that I could control the
pace, but this time I allowed it. Each with a hand on his shaft (mine more
toward the base), together we were pumping him. It probably would not take
too long given his two-day orgasm furlough and the excitement of our
dangerous little adventure.

I noticed Drew turning around out of the corner of my eye. I tried to
withdraw my hand quickly but not in a way that would arouse suspicion. Not
sure that was accomplished though. I wasn't certain what Drew could see in
the semi-darkness and given his line-of-sight under the table, but the look
on his face pretty much said it all. It was a mix of shock and confusion. I
just stared back blankly, hoping he couldn't see that my pants were
unzipped, until he turned back around.

Taking a peek over at Mark, I saw that he had stuffed his cock back in his
shorts. He looked really scared about being (almost?) caught. For a few
minutes, we just watched the movie. I left my pants undone for the same
reason they were unzipped in the first place.

It was about halfway through the period now. I couldn't stop thinking about
Mark's cock and became obsessed with wanting to make him cum right now. I
couldn't wait until later. Drew probably couldn't actually see
anything. And if he could, he wouldn't have the balls to tell on me. At
least without talking to Mark first, and Mark wouldn't let him tell. I was
99% sure that the other students were all too far away to see what we were
doing.

I placed my hand back on Mark's groin, and he pushed my hand away. He
looked at me and shook his head.

Curling my lower lip into a pout, I again put my hand on Mark. This time on
his leg. He pushed me away and mouthed the word "Later." Damn. He had
clearly decided he didn't want to take any more risks right now. There was
nothing I could do about it. It wasn't like I could force myself on him in
a classroom full of students. Reluctantly, I gave up. I would have to wait
until later.

My mind wandered to Drew, what Mark had told me about Drew, and Drew's
reaction when he turned around a few minutes prior. I wondered if Mark had
actually told Drew more than he admitted to. I decided to text Mark and ask
him.

Me: Hey, did you tell Drew about us?

Mark: just that we were friends

Me: Are you sure that's all...nothing about sex stuff?

Mark: ya i'm sure. I wld never tell anyone unless we had talked abt it
first. Why don't u believe me??

Me: Sorry. Of course I believe you. I get the feeling he knows something,
though. Maybe he just is working it out in his head...

Mark: I dunno...maybe...

As soon as the class was over, I hurried into one of the private
single-stall bathrooms and locked the door. I had about 10 minutes during
recess before I had to be back in my classroom for third period. Scrolling
through my saved emails, I found the one where I had sent myself the video
Mark took of himself jerking off that I had found on his iPad when I was
snooping around his hotel room at the resort. I took off my pants
completely and hung them up on a hook. Then I lowered my underwear and sat
down on the closed toilet seat. I started the video.

I couldn't believe how much younger Mark looked, even though it was only a
little over 3 months ago. This was not going to take very long. As I
watched Mark pleasure himself on the video, I matched him stroke for
stroke. And at the moment he pushed his finger inside his puckered hole,
that's when I lost it, and I started squirting all over the bathroom
floor. I didn't even get a chance to see Mark finish himself off on the
video. After wiping up the worst of what I had deposited on the floor, I
left feeling satisfied for now, but longing for the feel of Mark's teen
body in my hands.

Third and fourth periods were painfully slow, and finally it was lunch. I
thought about whisking Mark off to my classroom, but somehow found the will
power to let him eat lunch with Drew and wait another couple of hours. I
got out my phone and saw there was a text from Mark that must have come in
during 4th period.

Mark: Owen, I'm rly sorry, I lied to u. I did tell Drew about us. Sorry I
was really scared you'd be mad. But now I feel bad lying to you. But don't
worry, he was totally cool about it, and there's no way he'll tell anyone
ever. We can trust him. And maybe he'd even be interested in...ya know...

That was a lot to process. I did trust Mark's judgement, and if he said
that Drew wouldn't tell anyone, then I believed him. Even if he had just
lied to me a few hours ago. But he owned up to that. That made me happy
that he didn't want to lie to me, even though he probably could have gotten
away with it.

And now it was like I hadn't even just jerked off a couple of hours ago. I
was horny as hell right now.

I walked up to Mark and Drew at their lunch table and crouched down between
them so only the two boys could hear what I was saying. They both turned
their heads to face me. For a second I got distracted by a perfect view of
Mark's armpit again. I think I licked my lips.

"Hey guys, you looking forward to the assembly?"

Drew answered for them. "Nah, it's always pretty lame."

"I know what you mean. Hey, you wanna just meet me in my classroom instead,
and we can hang out?"

"Yeah, sure!"

Mark was letting Drew do the talking, but I could tell from the grin on
Mark's face that he was definitely on the same page.

I taught my fifth period class on auto-pilot, as my mind was elsewhere,
hatching plans for the imminent rendezvous.

Finally, last period arrived. I stayed in my room sitting at my desk,
listening to the excited sounds of middle-schoolers die down as they
sauntered off to the assembly that represented the last obstacle before
Spring Break.

Almost exactly the same moment that the noise disappeared completely, there
was a knock on my classroom door.

I went over and let them in, as my door was always locked from the
outside. Drew entered first, followed by Mark. I shut the door behind them.

"Hey, Mr. Davis."

"Hey, Owen."

"`Sup, guys?"

"Not much, thanks for getting us out of that stupid assembly. It's so
boring."

"No prob. So whattya guys wanna do?"

"I dunno. Just hang out, I guess."

I had a little nook in one corner of my room that was hidden from view of
the door. It was a space created behind the elevator that was adjacent to
my classroom. I had a bookcase, couch, chair, and coffee table. Leading the
boys over to my little "living room" area, I took a seat on one side of the
couch. Mark sat down on the other side. Drew started to plop himself on the
chair, but I shifted over to create a small space between Mark and me.

"There's room for you here, too, Drew. It's more comfortable."

"OK." He squeezed in between us. I got chills from the contact of his hip
on mine. I looked down at his legs, sprouting out from his plaid
shorts. They were pale coming off of the winter months, skinny but
athletic. I wanted to reach out and feel his creamy skin.

I kicked off my shoes, and the two boys did the same with their footwear.

We chatted about normal teenage boy stuff for a bit. I was having trouble
focusing on the conversation with all the exposed skin of the two young
teen boys. I daydreamed of leaning over and kissing the smooth face of the
blond boy next to me. We spoke about their Disney plans. Then I asked about
the upcoming sports season.

"So, after Spring Break is when the spring sports season starts, Drew. Are
you planning on doing a spring sport this year?"

"Yeah, I'm actually going to try lacrosse for my first time."

"Oh wow, that's a tough one."

"Yeah, I'm so scrawny, but at least there are pads. And I've been working
out the past month to try and build up some more muscle. Some of the 8th
graders are so big."

"Working out, huh? Well, let's see how you've been doing. Make a muscle."

"Well, I'm not sure if there's anything noticeable yet..."

I put my hand around his right bicep, and shifted his T-shirt sleeve up
toward his shoulder. "That's OK, buddy. Let's just see what you got."

Drew flexed his arm. I could feel his young muscle grow in my hand.

"Damn, kid! That ain't so bad."

Drew blushed and relaxed his arm again.

"And what about your stomach?"

"What about it?"

"Lift up your shirt and flex your abdomen for us."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not?"

Mark chimed in for the first time in a while. "Yeah, I wanna see your abs,
dude."

Slowly, Drew's hand reached down toward the bottom of his shirt and grabbed
a hold. I felt myself gulp as the scene unfolding continued in
slow-motion. When I saw the first glimpse of his chest, my heart skipped a
beat. Drew revealed his complete smooth chest. It was beautiful. There was
a small amount of definition.

I acted like it was more than small. "Dude! You got a six-pack!"

Mark reached over and put his hand on Drew's stomach. "Yeah, cuz. Nice
going."

I followed Mark's lead and put my hand on Drew's skin just as Mark was
letting go. I shuddered at the touch. It felt both soft and hard at the
same time. I lightly traced my fingers around for a quick moment, and I
thought I saw movement in Drew's shorts as he let out a tiny, quiet moan
that I would not have heard had we not been sitting so close. Deciding to
take advantage of the situation, I adjusted my arm in a way so that my
elbow brushed his groin area. Bingo. Contact was made with his hardening
prick. And said contact just helped it along, as the movement in his shorts
was no longer an uncertainty.

Drew dropped his shirt down, and I had to remove my hand.

"Sorry about that, buddy." I nodded at his crotch.

"Um...uh..."

"Dude, do you have a hard-on?" Mark exclaimed.

I saved Drew from having to answer. "It's totally natural. It happens to
all of us. Don't make fun of him, Mark."

"I wasn't. I was just commenting. Look, I'm hard too." Mark grabbed a hold
of his cock through his tight athletic shorts. He was indeed boned up, and
the view left little to the imagination. "Maybe we should take care of
these."

"Huh?" Drew had a look of shock on his face.

"You know what I mean. And remember what I told you about Owen...I mean
Mr. Davis...he gives the best blow jobs."

Drew and I looked at each other, each with a bit of a surprised look on our
face. Drew spoke first. "Um, Mr. Davis, don't worry about what Mark told
me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks, Drew. Hey, can I ask you a question."

"Uh huh."

"Have you ever had a blow job?"

"No."

"Do you want one?"

"You mean now?"

"Yup."

"Well, uh, I'm not gay or anything, but I did hear that guys give better
blow jobs than girls. Is that true?"

"Let's find out."

"I dunno, Mr. Davis. You're a teacher, and I'm a student, and we're in
school right now. This is crazy."

I didn't answer him with words. Instead I put my hand back under his shirt
and started to reach the tips of my fingers down under the waist of his
shorts. It was a tight fit, and I was thinking about unbuttoning them when
Drew sharply gasped some air, which in turn sucked in his stomach a bit,
making it easier for me to reach in. I was wondering if he had any pubes
yet or not, and got my answer seconds later when my hand reached fully
underneath his boxers to his pubic area. There was a sprinkling of hair
there, as the 13-year-old had started puberty already.

Drew's head snapped back against the couch with his mouth wide open as I
scratched his pubic area with my fingers. I hadn't yet gone low enough to
touch his dick. "Oh my god, Mr. Davis. What are you doing? I don't think
that..."

I reached lower and grabbed a hold of his cock. It was rock hard. Skinny
and maybe about 5 inches long. I was holding him with my right hand, and I
took my left hand to cradle his face and stroke his smooth cheek with my
thumb. Then I traced his lips with my thumb.

Realizing that I was probably starting to produce precum, I asked Mark if
he would undo my pants so I wouldn't mess them up. Mark got up and pushed
the coffee table back a few feet to create some more room. He quickly undid
my slacks and then tugged to indicate he wanted to actually slip them
off. I lifted up my butt to help.

"Maybe we should get rid of these, too." Mark was pulling my boxer briefs
down as well, and my hard seven inches popped out. Next thing I knew my
underwear was completely off.

Drew's eyes went wide when he peeked down at my endowment.

Meanwhile, I had started to stroke Drew's young cock as best I could within
his tight shorts. I decided to unbutton them to make it easier to pleasure
the young blond. He had gone from starting to protest to really enjoying
the feelings, of course. He was letting out these really cute little moans
in rhythm with my strokes. Mark continued his clothing-removal duties by
sliding off his cousin's school shorts. I immediately nuzzled my face in
Drew's now-exposed creamy thighs. They were so soft and smooth and perfect,
just like all of him.

I got up off the couch and kneeled down in front of Drew to get a better
angle. As I planted light kisses on his inner thighs, he spread his legs
apart. When I momentarily removed my hand from his dark blue boxer briefs,
he let out a disappointed groan. Then I started rubbing his length from the
outside and also fondling his balls. He was squirming around, probably
experiencing an intensity of feelings he had never felt before. I lifted
his shirt up to get another look at his perfect chest. Mark noticed, and
helped out once again by lifting Drew's shirt up and off of him
completely. Precum was dripping down my cock as I looked at the incredible
boy splayed in front of me.

Drew reached in his own briefs to grab a hold of his dick, but I
intercepted him and grabbed it myself. I tugged down his underwear a bit,
and Mark, my helpful assistant, finished sliding them off. Now the blond
13-year-old was nude. His delightful little public bush was very slight and
cute. His cock was straight and thin with a bulging mushroom head. As my
left hand stroked the boy's meat, my other hand roamed around everywhere I
could reach, from his nipples and arms and armpits, to his abs and pubes,
to his balls and thighs. I wanted to feel every inch of his perfect
body. If only I had eight arms.

When I felt like Drew was getting close to blowing his load, I stopped
stroking him. Even though he could have probably gone back-to-back, I
didn't want to chance running out of time, and I had basically promised him
his first blow job. After a short rest where Drew again moaned his
disappointed and tried to grab himself before I took his hands away, I
leaned my head down toward his teenaged cock and gave it a big lick from
the base to the tip. I did that a few more times before opening wide and
easily putting his entire 5 inches in my mouth at once. I sucked in hard,
and Drew let out a breathy "Oooohhh!"

And thus began my expert oral sex on the 7th grader. I would tongue his
cock head, then go down all the day until it hit the back of my mouth, then
pull out and lick up his shaft. Meanwhile giving extra pleasure using my
hand. He certainly wasn't going to last long, and I had the perfect excuse
to take a break when suddenly Mark was standing next to me with his shorts
and underwear around his ankles, his tank top pulled up and back behind his
neck, and his cock pointing out.

"Suck me, Mr. Davis." Mark had never called me that before, and it was so
hot to hear him say it. One of things I loved about Mark was how he didn't
get jealous of other boys and how we worked together to "include others" in
our adventures. Mark knew he was my favorite. But at this point he
definitely wanted in on the action.

Of course I obliged, and I moved my mouth from the younger boy to the
14-year-old brown-haired cutie. While sucking on Mark for a few minutes, I
continued to slowly jack Drew's pole to keep him happy. When it was time to
switch again, I reached between Mark's legs and felt for his hole with my
fingers. He was a little sweaty, which actually helped to ease my middle
finger in as I pushed against his most sensitive spot. Mark was letting out
some of his trademark high-pitched moans as I slowly pumped my finger in
and out. Drew's head was leaning back as I worked on his cock with my mouth
and tongue again. I was pretty sure he had no idea that Mark was impaled on
my finger at that moment.

I could sense that Drew was getting close again, and I decided to let him
finish, and then I'd be happy to concentrate on Mark. I pulled my finger
out of Mark's hole, and pushed him down on the couch next to Drew. As I
turned my full attention to Drew, I let Mark jerk himself off for the time
being.

Drew started calling
out. "Oooohh...shit...I'm...ahhh...UHHHH...AHHHHH...FUUUUUCK!!!" I quickly
took my mouth off his cock before he exploded. I definitely wanted to taste
him, but I also wanted to watch his climax. His face scrunched up and his
whole body tightened as he squirted a large, clear shot of cum high up on
his chest. Then three more shots, which landed on his sparse pubes. The
site before my eyes of this blond beauty, a 13-year-old student at my
school, ejaculating in my actual classroom was so fucking hot. Drew's eyes
were closed, and his cum was glistening on his chest. I fumbled around for
my phone in my pants pocket on the floor, and took a quick photo of Drew in
this state before leaning forward and licking the cum off his body. His
eyes shot open, and he simply watched me lick him and swallow his teenage
load.

Back to Mark. I let Drew sit there enjoying his afterglow and looking on as
I took Mark's throbbing cock in my mouth. I positioned his left leg up on
the couch to give me easier access to his ass. I again worked my middle
finger in his hole (Drew's eyes widened really, really big), but soon added
a second finger, which he took like a champ. I was so excited to be with
Mark again after all this time. I had to resist stuffing my cock in Mark's
hole, as I thought that might just be too much for Drew to handle right
now. We'd do that later. Instead I used my free hand to jerk myself off, as
Mark got closer and closer to rewarding my mouth with his sweet cream.

With a loud grunt, Mark's body spasmed and his ass muscles tightened around
my fingers. He started unloading in my mouth. The familiar taste of his cum
filled my mouth, and I savored it for a moment before swallowing every
drop. I then removed my mouth from his cock and my fingers from his hole
and stood up. I started furiously jerking my cock until I shot my own
sizable load all over Mark's chest.

"Eat it up," I instructed.

Mark looked up at me and locked eyes with a sultry look on his face.
Without breaking eye contact, he took his hand and scooped up as much of my
jizz from his chest as he could before slurping it into his mouth like he
was eating an oyster. After a few more swipes, he was pretty much all
cleaned up.

We all got dressed quietly. The school day would be finished in a few
minutes.

Mark turned toward Drew and broke the silence. "You good?"

"Yeah, totally. That was awesome."

I was relieved to hear him say that and was eager to see if we would get
another chance to take things even further later this week.


*End of Chapter 23*


It turns out this was NOT the last chapter after all. When I started
writing it, I realized that it would actually turn into several more
chapters. Stay tuned for Chapter 24 and then the conclusion of He Brought
His Own Balls with Chapter 25. The final two chapters will be out within
the next week.

Link to my other story:
www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolboy-cell-phone-violation

Owen
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