Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 12:11:04 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 13 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 13

*** From Owen's point of view ***

I asked Casey if he had something to use for lube.

"Don't be such a pussy," he teased. I loved when he talked dirty. I loved
his voice in general. He didn't sound like a man, he didn't sound like a
little boy. It was that in-between stage, where it was sometimes
awkward. Combine the crackly adolescent voice with dirty talk and that
equated to instant hard-on for me.

"I thought you wanted me to be a pussy for you right now."

He giggled. "Good point! I can't believe we're doing this!" He sounded very
excited about getting to fuck his first hole. I was a little nervous,
honestly. Yeah, he was just a 13-year-old boy, but his dick was nothing to
sneeze at. It was much more significant than sticking a finger in.

We were still lying on his bedroom floor. I was clothed, and he was naked,
fresh out of the shower. He reached up to open the drawer of his
nightstand. This placed his crotch literally in my face. I stuck out my
tongue and licked his balls. They were so smooth.

"Hey!"

"Well what do you expect? You stuck your junk in my face."

"I know, I'm irresistible."

"That is true, you cocky little shit."

He lowered his body a little bit and slapped me in the face back and forth
a few times with his dick. Then he retreated back down next to me. "How's
this?" He held up a small bottle of hand lotion. "I use it sometimes to
jack off my weiner." Casey then started jerking his dick while rubbing it
on my leg at the same time. He was in quite the silly mood. I already was
infatuated with him when I thought he was a quiet, reserved kid, but he was
getting more and more confident with me, and his boyish energy just made me
like him (and lust after him) even more.

"Perfect."

"Take off your clothes, Mr. Davis."

"What's the magic word?"

"Now?"

"Correct!"

As I lifted my T-shirt over my head, I felt Casey trying to take off my
shorts. After finishing with my shirt, I helped him strip me below the
waist. Now we were both nude.

"You're fuckin' hot, Mr. D." He started rubbing his middle-school hands all
over my body. His touch opened the floodgate, and my precum was flowing.

"Watch your tongue, young man. Or I'll put you in detention."

"I've definitely been a bad boy, mister teacher man. I deserve whatever
punishment you think is appropriate."

I gave him a little spank on his ass. "We'll take care of that later. Right
now, why don't you lube up your finger and open me up, while I suck you
off."

"Cool!"

Casey positioned himself so that his head was at my hips and his dick was
near my face. I pulled him closer and wrapped my lips around his 5-inch
boner. Casey opened the lotion and squeezed some onto his index finger. He
used his other hand to spread my legs apart. He was letting out little
whimpers as I worked his cock. His finger made contact with my hole.

"Hairy," he commented.

"Push it in," I mumbled with Casey's dick in my mouth.

He slid it in. It actually felt really good. I tried to push my ass toward
him so that it would go deeper. He pushed it in all the way.

"Mmmm." I was in utter bliss. Any worries about getting caught had floated
miles away. The student who looked the most like Justin Bieber was
fingering me, and I was sucking him off. What did I do to deserve this?

"Ohh fuck. This...is awesome." Casey was talking in a high-pitched,
crackling whisper.

I could taste his precum leaking onto my tongue as I licked up and down his
shaft and sucked and slurped.

"Try to put another finger in."

Casey took his finger out. I immediately wanted him back in. He was getting
some more lotion.

"In, in, in!"

He placed both his index and middle fingers at my entrance and slowly
pushed them in together. I moaned a little too loudly as he did so.

"Shhh!"

I was actually really enjoying having Casey's fingers inside of me. He was
a natural. I was trying to decide whether to make Casey cum with my blowjob
or have him do it while fucking me. If the latter, it would probably be a
short-as-hell ass-fucking. I decided to let him release a load now so that
he'd last longer inside me. Better for both of us, and I wasn't worried
about him producing back-to-back ejaculations. This kid was a stud.

As Casey continued to penetrate me with two fingers, I started jerking the
base of his cock as I sucked him.

"Wait, wait, I'm gonna cum! Fuck, that feels amazing." He tried to pull his
dick away from me, but I put a hand on his butt and held on tight.

"Just give in and let your cum flow, Casey-boy. Then you can fuck me
afterward."

"Uh...uh...uh...fuckin' A!" His body was twitching, and he made the
greatest facial expression right as he reached climax. His fingers pushed
even deeper inside of me. I swallowed each pump of the 8th grader's cum as
it landed in my mouth.

"Shhh, you're getting too loud, hot stuff."

Back to a whisper. "Sorry. Couldn't help it."

"Maybe we should turn on some music or the TV?"

"Yeah, good call. Then we won't have to whisper as much."

"And how about you lock your door?"

"I'm not allowed."

"Well that's the ironic statement of the year. Are you allowed to have sex
with your teacher?"

Casey rolled his eyes. He was still slowly pumping his fingers into my
hole. "I don't want her to be suspicious that something's going on. A
locked door says that."

"Sorry to break it to ya, but your mom knows you jerk off."

"Eww. I don't wanna think about that." He removed his fingers and stood
up. I felt empty. First he went over and quietly locked the door. Then he
turned on his TV. I put my own finger in my ass. It definitely felt like a
wider hole than usual.

"Disney Channel, please."

"Perv." He put on The Disney Channel.

"How'd you know what channel number it was right away without looking it
up?"

"Shut up."

I got up and plopped on his bed on my back. I lifted my legs in the
air. "You gonna fuck me or not?"

Casey stood at the foot of the bed with his legs spread apart, looked at me
with a sultry expression, and gave a few pumps to his semi. It sprang back
to life. He then jumped on the bed, lined his dick up between my butt
cheeks, and immediately pushed the head in. Mmm. That was more like it.

"Oh. My. God. This is awesome." He pushed a little more in. "This is what
I've been missing in my life!"

"You can push the rest in. I can take it."

Casey did as I suggested until his pubic patch started tickling my
balls. Then he started pumping in and out, working up a rhythm. We were
both loving the sensations running through our bodies.

My cock was erect. I jerked it intermittently, but I wanted to enjoy this
experience as long as possible. As my young lover got more and more into
his first top-fuck, he really started pounding me hard. I had forgotten how
strong an 8th grader could be, especially one who looks so young and
skinny. (Sometimes I would be reminded of this when I played basketball
with the boys at recess. They would get rough with the body-checking, and I
loved it.) I was gonna be sore from Casey's abuse of my ass, but I didn't
care. My hard dick was wagging around in every direction as Casey
relentlessly pumped in and out, in and out, in and out.

He was in another world completely. His eyes were closed, his head tilted
back slightly. I stared at his chest as his young teen muscles worked. His
arms flexed as he gripped my legs for leverage. Sweat was accumulating on
his chest and face. His perfect hair was still wet from the shower,
probably now mixed with some sweat.

I wanted to capture this moment more permanently, and I was just able to
reach my phone from the floor next to the bed. Thank goodness for long arms
and a low bed. It was a little shaky, but I made a 1-minute recording of my
exquisite view, including a zoomed-in view of Casey's priceless facial
expression. I pointed the phone in the direction of where he was
penetrating me, but since I couldn't see it from my angle, I had to wait
until later to check if I had been pointed in the right direction.

I think it was a good 10 or 15 minutes until it was clear that Casey was
close to climax. He started making more noises, which were now masked by
the TV show. I jacked my cock fast and let out a huge grunt as I shot a
huge load all over my chest. My ass cheeks squeezed together as I came, and
this was the last thing Casey needed to put him over the edge. I was
rubbing his chest and nipples with my hands as he screamed out.

"Ooooh fuuuuuck. Oh my god. Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" His body looked like
it was experiencing a seizure as he convulsed and finally started unloading
his hot cum deep in my hole. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhh!" When
he finished, he collapsed on top of me, completely exhausted, his dick
sliding out of my ass. I felt my cum squishing between our chests. His body
was heaving, and as his breath slowed, he soon was knocked out cold. Soon I
was asleep as well.

*** From Casey's point of view ***

When my alarm went off at 6:30, I popped right out of bed. It was a great
night's sleep. Mr. Davis was gone. I looked out the window. His car was no
longer in the driveway. As usual, I was sporting some impressive morning
wood. I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and opened my door to head to
the bathroom for my morning routine. I ran into my mom in the hallway and
made my best attempt to cover up my boner, which was making my shorts stick
out. Right when I had entered the bathroom and was about to close the door,
she started up a conversation. Ugh. I poked my head out.

"Morning, sweetheart. Mr. Davis emailed me to let me know he came by early
this morning and was able to get his car to start."

"Oh? That's great. I'm gonna shower now."

"See you downstairs."

"Yup."

While rubbing one out in the shower, I tested out my asshole by sticking a
finger in. It was still a tiny bit sore, but mostly back to normal. As I
jerked off, I fantasized about last night with Mr. Davis, and I also
thought about when the next time would be for him to fuck me. I figured it
would feel a little better each time.

*****

When I got downstairs, I immediately knew something was up. Both my parents
were in the living room, standing up and watching the TV. We never had the
TV on in the morning.

"...and our sources say that the reason for the arrest has not been made
public. News6 will be on the scene at the all-boys middle school this
morning to get reaction from the school community. We'll be right back."

My dad picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"That's Casey's teacher," my mom said. They didn't know I was standing
behind them.

"What's going on?"

My parents spun around and stared at me for a second before answering.

My mom spoke up. "Um, sweetheart, one of your teachers was arrested."

"Who? Why?"

"It's Mr. Pan. He's your art teacher, right?"

"Holy shit!"

"Language," my dad said.

"Yeah, he's my teacher. What happened?"

"We have no idea," my mom replied. "I got a text from Mrs. Harris to turn
on the news. They just said he was arrested, but didn't say why. Do you
know anything about Mr. Pan that would...I dunno...make this not as
surprising?"

My phone vibrated.

"Um, no, nothing I know about. He's just a regular teacher. I mean, you
know, art teachers are sometimes `out there' but I dunno." I certainly was
not about to mention how I let him touch me, how we were alone after
school, and how he practically got his hand down my shorts before Mr. Davis
walked in.

My phone vibrated again.

I turned to walk into the kitchen and took out my phone. I had texts from
Peter and Mr. Davis, and there was a Kik notification as well.

Peter's message and Mr. Davis' message were identical: "Did you hear about
Mr. Pan??" I was so happy that Peter texted me. We had hardly talked on the
van ride home yesterday, and I wasn't sure how he was feeling about
everything that happened in the hotel room. It was such a relief that he
was willing to still talk to me like a friend.

I wrote the same response to both: "Yeah, my parents were just watching the
news and told me. Any idea why he was arrested?"

Neither of them knew more than I did. Mr. Davis said that the teachers were
emailed to come in for a short meeting before school.

I checked the Kik message.

swimkid_16: Haven't heard from you...u go through with it?????

caseyboi13: I did. But can't rly talk now.

swimkid_16: What!? Wait, u gotta tell me abt it! How was it??

caseyboi13: I survived LOL. Sry i'll write back in like half hour

swimkid_16: u better!

JJ came downstairs, and he and I sat down for breakfast. My dad left for
work, and my mom was making us some food.

Right after JJ took a huge spoonful of cereal too big for his mouth, he
said, "I just got a text saying a teacher got arrested?" We could hardly
understand him because he was talking with his mouth full, but we knew what
he said.

My mom answered. "Yeah, we just heard. No details on why. I'm sure you guys
will hear more about it at school. Don't worry, it's safe."

"This is crazy. School's gonna be nuts." Some milk was dripping down JJ's
chin.

"You boys better behave."

"Don't worry mom."

When her back was turned, JJ leaned over and whispered to me, "What
happened to Mr. Davis?"

I mouthed back to him "Shut the fuck up!"

"What are you boys whispering about?"

"Nothing," we replied in unison.

JJ then texted me his question. I replied by telling him that Mr. Davis hid
out in my room and then snuck out in the middle of the night.

*****

Twenty minutes later we were in the car on the way to school. I was in the
back.

caseyboi13: So....i let him fuck me. it was weird. hurt a little. didn't
feel great but next time will be better right?

swimkid_16: Yeah totally each time will get better. Thats awesome u did it
tho, you little middle school stud LOL

caseyboi13: ikr! The better news is that i fucked him

swimkid_16: What!? how was that?

caseyboi13: THAT was fucking awesome dude. loved it 100%

swimkid_16: sweet!

caseyboi13: Oh and in other news that you probably don't care abt but its
all i can think about right now, just found out a teacher at my school got
arrested, no idea why

swimkid_16: holy shit that's crazy man

caseyboi13: crazy times indeed

swimkid_16: haha

caseyboi13: how r u btw

swimkid_16: i'm great thanks for asking...lots of jerking off
lately...maybe we can have a session later. i gtg

caseyboi13: sounds good ttyl

*****

At school, there was a note taped to Mr. Davis' door that we should come in
to homeroom and he would be there soon. All of us came in and started
chatting about the Mr. Pan news. Lots of rumors were flying around. Most
kids thought it had something to do with drugs. I didn't know what to
think. Maybe drugs. But I couldn't help thinking it was something to do
with sex or boys after he was sticking his hands down the front of my
shorts that day.

Mr. Davis finally arrived, and everyone started grilling him for
information.

"I'm sorry guys, it's not appropriate for us to speculate, and I don't have
any information anyway. If you have questions that you feel you must ask,
you can stop by the main office and talk to the dean. Otherwise, we might
have an assembly later today. OK, it's time to head off to first
period. Have a great day, boys."

I made sure I was the last to leave. "Mr. Davis, do you really have no
information?"

"Honestly, I don't know any more than you do." He lowered his voice. "I'm
fucking curious, though."

I smiled. "Yeah, me too."

"OK, get to class young man."

I left.

*** From Owen's point of view ***

By the time Casey's science class rolled around (3rd period), it seemed the
boys' gossiping had died down a bit. It was time for me to introduce our
new unit.

"Gentlemen. With the science fair projects behind us, today we start our
study of human development and reproduction."

"What's that mean?" asked Clay.

"Sex ed, dummy," answered a kid named Nicky.

"Watch your mouth, Nicky," I reprimanded.

"Oh," Clay said. I noticed the blond boy reach his hand into his pocket and
adjust himself.


*End of Chapter 13*


Oh, Mr. Pan...can't seem to keep himself out of trouble!

Owen
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