Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 00:49:27 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 15 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 15

*** From John Pan's point of view ***

On Sunday morning, I was home alone again, as my wife, brother-in-law, and
sister-in-law were all at church. I was lying in my bed, jerking off to my
Hayden video when the doorbell rang. I decided to ignore it.

The second time the doorbell rang, it was accompanied by loud and
persistent knocking. And I heard a voice, but couldn't tell what it was
saying. I pulled up my shorts and threw on a T-shirt.

My heart lurched as I opened the door and saw the uniform of a police
officer.

"John Pan?"

"Uh, yes, officer. May I, um, help you?"

"Mr. Pan, you are under arrest and will need to come with me to the
station. Please put on some shoes."

"Arrest? What for?"

He flipped open a small notepad. "Sir, you are being arrested for one count
of possession of child pornography and one count of distribution of child
pornography."

Holy fucking shit. Oh my god, this couldn't be happening. I tried to
suppress my panic. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"That's not my problem, sir. You can sort that out down at the
station. Let's go."

My life was over. Everyone was going to know. My marriage was over. I'd
lose my job. Hopefully I would be let out on bail so I could flee to Canada
and start a new life.

*****

At the station, they took my mug shot and fingerprints. Then I had to wait
in a windowless room for what seemed like all day. Twice I was granted a
bathroom break. Finally, the door opened, and a man in a suit walked in. He
had a cup of coffee in each hand and a folder tucked under his arm. He sat
down at the table and handed me one of the cups. "Here you go, Mr. Pan."

"Thanks."

"So. My name is Wilbur Hunt, and I'm the District Attorney for the
county. It's my job to bring charges as I deem fit." He opened his folder
and looked down for a few seconds. Then he lifted his head and stared
directly into my eyes. "You know why you're here, right?"

"Well, the officer told me the charges, but I'm innocent."

He chuckled a little bit. "We both know you aren't innocent, Mr. Pan." He
tossed a few papers in my direction, and I picked them up. Immediately, I
recognized what I was looking at. It was a transcript of my private chat
from Friday night with the guy on the website. "And we have the video you
sent, too."

"How do you know this is me?"

"Stop wasting our time. I know your nephew is a student at your school, I
know he's staying at your house, and I know what he looks like. This could
only be you. We both know that."

"How do you have all this information?"

"That's not your concern."

I knew it was pointless to put up a fight. That would only lead to a more
public situation anyway. I put my face in my hands. "Oh fuck."

"John?"

I looked up.

The DA lowered his voice. "This is your lucky day."

"Huh?"

"As I said, I saw the video. I get it." He paused. "Your nephew is smokin'
hot."

"What?"

"I'm saying that I don't blame you for what happened."

I was so confused. What the hell was going on? "Um..."

"I'm going to throw out your case, John. No charges. We'll leave it at
that. You will be hearing from me at some point. I'd love to meet your
nephew some day. And I have some tips for you. Until then, stay out of
trouble."

I didn't process the latter part of what he said until later. I was focused
on the fact that he said there would be no charges. "Thank you so much,
Mr. Hunt. But, um, aren't there other people here that know?"

"I'm in charge. And I can just say that it turned out it was the wrong
guy. The press knows that you were arrested, but they don't know why. Every
day around noon I send a memo to the press. Tomorrow I'll include a
statement saying you were cleared."

"Am I free to go?"

"Yes, I'll walk you out, and you can get your belongings."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hunt."

*****

I took the day off from work on Monday. My face was all over the news that
morning. I explained to my family that it was a misunderstanding, and that
they had the wrong guy. By midday, the news stories had changed to report
that I had been released, and there were no charges. I was not looking
forward to being in school on Tuesday. I was sure there would be all kinds
of rumors. But obviously it could have been a lot worse. I had been really
stupid, but somehow got incredibly lucky. One thing that still hung over my
head was the fact that the DA said he'd be following up with me at some
point. I didn't know what he wanted.

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

I didn't get much sleep Monday night. I became obsessed with the Sex Ed
survey results. I didn't do the survey my rookie year, so this was the
first time I had data like this to look through. I started by examining the
compiled results, sometimes stopping to figure out which individuals
answered in a certain way. I had my deanonymization process, but it was
tedious.

71 out of 75 boys reported being able to ejaculate. While this wasn't a
surprise, just knowing it for a fact meant I would never look at my
students the same way. Most of them looked so young and innocent, but now I
knew that 95% of them were going home and jerking off. The fantasies in my
dirty mind just became so much more real. The earliest first ejaculation
reported was one student at age 11. I looked up who it was, and it was
Matthew from my third period class.

74 out of 75 reported having pubic hair, but only 32 out of 75 said they
had hair in their armpits. 17 of my students indicated that they had shaved
their mustache area. For some reason, thinking about that turned me on. OK
fine, all of this turned me on. But if I had the opportunity to help one of
my 8th graders shave the fuzz from his upper lip, I'd more than likely end
up with a wet, sticky spot on my pants. I could tell that Casey had not
shaved yet, but there was a little bit there. We could probably do it. Only
problem would be that I'm sure his parents would notice. I guess he could
make up a story about how he did it at a friend's house.

For the "how often do you masturbate" question, 10 boys said 5 or more
times per day. Wow. That seemed like a lot. How did they even find that
many opportunities? Were they doing it at school? Another 10 boys said 4
times. There were 12 of my students that reported 3 times per day, 16 that
said twice a day, and the other 27 said 0-1 times per day. I knew the
stereotype was that boys this age were pretty horny, but my 8th graders
were definitely making good use of their time! Maybe I'd throw this back in
their faces the next time a student claimed to not have time for homework.

A bunch of students said that they didn't know how long their erect penis
was. I blame myself for not encouraging more scientific curiosity. Most who
answered were between 4 and 6 inches, but there were two students who said
they were 7 inches. One was Clay, my favorite blond-haired obsession. No
wonder he was always playing with himself. A hard 7 inches in his school
shorts must have been really uncomfortable. Now I really wanted to see that
boy's cock. It was the same size as mine, but I'm sure it looked monstrous
(and incredibly tasty) on a 14-year-old boy with his stature.

Sexual orientation. I had created the question so students could answer on
a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 was straight and 10 was gay. Not surprisingly,
a majority of students answered with a 1. The results were as follows:

1: 64 2: 0 3: 1 4: 0 5: 3 6: 0 7: 2 8: 0 9: 3 10: 2

I made note of anyone that didn't answer with a 1. Some of them made me say
to myself, "Ah, yes, that makes sense." A couple were surprises. I was
elated to see that Peter had answered with a 5, and I was shocked when I
discovered that the 3 was from Clay. Of the five boys who answered that
they were gay, I had already built a relationship with Casey. And now I had
a list of four other boys who could be possibilities. Would they be
interested in a 24-year-old? Maybe, maybe not. Time would tell.

As far as the experience question I had on the survey, 9 of the boys said
they had had a blow job and 4 of them said they had had sex. Putting my
relationship with Casey aside, thinking of my 8th grade students engaged in
these sexual acts was a little hard to believe. Not literally unbelievable,
but more like denial. They just seemed so young sometimes and often
couldn't even handle normal day-to-day tasks. The fact that some of them
were having sex...it was just...wow. And super-hot to think about.

After staring at the survey data for several hours, I had to take a
break. I texted Casey (as myself, not my Kik persona).

Me: Hey you still awake?  Casey: yup sup Me: I assume you heard that
Mr. Pan was released from jail and the arrest was apparently a mistake
Casey: yeah i heard. i was so scared it had something to do with him and me
but only you me n him knew abt it so i dunno Me: I would never say anything
about that Casey: I know Me: So...I was just going over the survey results
from today...  Casey: oh! anything interesting?  Me: SOOO MUCH that is
interesting.  Casey: tell me something!!  Me: Well, Clay wrote that his
dick is 7 inches.  Casey: OMG that's rly big. wait, how do you know it was
clay? u said the surveys were anonymous Me: I'll tell you later. Just don't
tell anyone, k?  Casey: of course I won't...i'm so hard thinking about
Clay's huge cock now Me: I'm sure you were already hard before I told you
that...  Casey: LOL true Me: But there's more about Clay...he rated himself
a 3 on the scale of 1 (straight) to 10 (gay) Casey: whoa Me: So we can talk
about you seducing him if that interests you Casey: I prefer you but tbh i
am curious about him...but only if it's cool with you Me: It's more than
cool with me. I want you to. And then hopefully we can get me
involved...you are the way in. We can talk about it later...  Casey: k Me:
Whatcha doing?  Casey: I was reading and about to go to sleep Me: Reading
what?  Casey: Um...porn stories Me: Send me what ur reading so I can read
the same thing. Oh and btw when can we see each other again??  Casey: k
i'll send. i kno i was wondering same thing. like in school is kinda
dangerous even tho that's rly hot. i was thinking i could tell my mom i was
going over to friends after school to work on a project and we could
actually go to ur house if thats cool with u Me: If u think that'll work
with ur mom then yeah definitely i'm in. which day? tomorrow?  Casey: wish
it could be tomorrow but i'm leaving school right at end of day for stupid
dentist. wednesday?  Me: Wednesday it is. OK I'll let u finish jerking off,
don't forget to think of me Casey: btw I think my ass is ready for your
huge cock again Mr. D Me: Fuck, I can't wait until Wednesday. Can we have a
quickie at recess?  Casey: that's only like 10 minutes...where?  Me:
Basement bathroom, no one ever goes there Casey: k cool gnight Me: Night
Justin Casey: ?  Me: Bieber Casey: ah ;)

I did some more perusing through the survey results. The last thing I
looked at before finally crashing was some of the questions that boys
had. Some made me laugh, some just kept me hard.

"Is a threesome legal?"  "Can a girl cum?"  "Is it gay to stick a finger in
my butt?"  "My friend said he can just pull out instead of using a condom?"
"Is it legal for a 17 year old girl and 14 year old boy to have sex?"
"Will I run out of semen if I jerk too much?"

After half-jerking my cock for hours, I decided it was time to cum and go
to sleep. I brought up Clay's full survey result and read the whole thing
through again. Then I brought up his school photo and stared at it for a
minute. I closed my eyes and pictured him playing with his 7-inch cock in
my class. I wanted to see it so bad. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to
feel his whole body. I wanted to fuck him. I blasted a huge load and within
seconds had dozed off for the rest of the night.

*** From Peter's point of view ***

At baseball practice on Tuesday, I was out in center field by myself
shagging fly balls during batting practice. Easy stuff. Gave me plenty of
time with my own thoughts. It was a crazy few days. The day before started
with news of Mr. Pan getting arrested, but by the end of the day, they said
it was actually an error. And over the weekend with Mr. Davis in the hotel
room. What is wrong with the teachers at my school? Well I guess to be
fair, maybe Mr. Pan is innocent. And I dunno if what Mr. Davis did is so
bad. In the end, I was actually glad it happened.

I always assumed I was straight, even though sometimes I would start to get
a boner looking at some of the other guys in the locker room. I thought
that was just because 8th graders were always horny. But the other night,
69ing with Casey, that was actually really hot. I definitely had mixed
feelings when it was all starting and also when I woke up in the middle of
the night and basically kicked them out. Now that I think about it, though,
I want to do it again. And more.

As far as Mr. Davis forcing us and videoing with his laptop, that all
seemed really weird. But I know I'd probably do weird things if I was
really horny, and that's all it was. He's a young teacher, not really that
much older than us. I'm just considering it a compliment that he wanted to
mess around with Casey and me. He didn't really do anything to us but
basically watch. He's actually really good-looking. His dick was big, and I
definitely wanted to touch it. But I was scared. It's not like he's a pedo
or anything. We aren't little boys. We have hair down there. We can cum. My
dick grew a lot in the last year. And I'm pretty strong already.

I looked out onto the bleachers. Mr. Davis was sitting there. I always
thought it was really cool he supported our team. Now I couldn't help but
think he was only there to check us out. Either way, I was cool with it.

A high fly ball was hit into the gap between center and right field. I had
to run really fast to get there in time, but I was pretty sure I was gonna
get it. Then BAM! Out of nowhere, I slammed into the right fielder. We both
fell to the ground. He got up pretty quickly, but my leg was killing
me. Finally, I was able to get up, but I had to limp off the field with my
teammate helping me. When I got to the bench, my coach said I should go
inside to see the athletic trainer. Coach was looking around trying to
decide which player should walk me in, when I heard Mr. Davis' voice.

"Hey coach, I can take him inside."

"Thanks, Owen. Appreciate it."

Mr. Davis and I crossed the street and walked into the building that had
the gym and locker room.

"How's the leg, Peter?"

"It's already feeling better, Mr. Davis. My knee just hurts a little
still."

"That's good, but safest to get it checked out."

"Yup. Thanks for taking me in."

"Of course."

As we were walking through the door, a lacrosse coach was leaving, and
Mr. Davis asked, "Is the trainer inside right now?"

"Actually, she left since there weren't any home games today and practices
were wrapping up."

"OK, thanks."

That seemed strange. People could still get hurt in practice, and we still
had like half an hour left. We stood there inside the door for a few
seconds.

"So, does that mean we should just go back to practice?" I asked.

"Let's still go down to the trainer's room, and I can get you checked
out. I have some first aid knowledge, and we can at least get your knee
wrapped."

"OK."

We went down to the basement level of the gym building, where the locker
room and trainer's room were. My spikes clacked against the concrete floor
and echoed loudly. It was completely deserted, and I felt a little weird
being down there alone with a teacher. The door to the trainer's room was
locked, but Mr. Davis had a key, and we got in.

Mr. Davis turned on the light and had me sit on the table. I tried to pull
up the leg of my baseball pants so we could look at my knee, but they were
too tight and wouldn't go that high.

"I guess you're gonna have to take them off, bud. Nothing I haven't seen
before." He winked.

As I unbuckled my baseball belt, I was pretty sure that out of the corner
of my eye, I saw Mr. Davis lick his lips. Maybe I should take this
opportunity to have a little fun with him...

I made sure to unzip my pants really slowly, figuring that would work him
up even more. Suddenly I remembered that I was wearing my jock
strap. Mr. Davis would probably like that.

"Do you need help?" I think he offered because I was going so slow.

"No, I'm good." I didn't want to let on yet that I was willing to receive
his advances.

When I started to pull down my pants and my jock was revealed, Mr. Davis'
eyes bugged out. "I didn't realize you guys wore those during practice."

"Some of us do. Um, gotta make sure I protect my..."

"Family jewels," he finished for me.

"Hehe, yup." I had to wiggle my hips a lot to get the pants down. They were
last year's. I realized now that I really should have gotten new ones for
this season. "Wait," I continued. "Couldn't you tell from the outside that
I had one on?"

"You think I was looking at you down there?"

He seemed to be a lot more hesitant than the other night. Maybe he was
scared that I was gonna tell someone, even though he had threatened me with
the video. I gave him a smile. "Weren't you?"

"Maybe."

"It's OK with me, Mr. Davis. I like that you were looking."

"I saw the bulge. I thought it was all you."

At this point my pants were around my ankles, stopped by my spikes. My knee
was bright red and looked swollen.

Mr. Davis started looking around the room. "I'll find an ice pack." And he
did. He put it on my knee and held it there.

"Oooh, that's getting really cold."

"Sorry."

"That's OK." Despite the coldness and a little pain, sitting there in my
jock alone with Mr. Davis was getting me horny. My dick was pretty much
fully hard and straining against the inside of the jock. "Um, Mr. Davis? My
jock is really hurting me right now. Would you mind if I took it off?"

His head snapped up, and he balanced the ice pack on my knee before letting
go of it. "I'll help ya." His fingers grabbed the waistband of the jock
strap and pulled it down. I lifted my butt to help him get it off. I was
wearing tighty-whities underneath. They were a few years old and really
small on me. My cock was barely contained, and a little bit of one of my
balls was actually showing on the side of the pouch. The only time I wore
them was underneath my jock strap. It wasn't comfortable to wear nothing
underneath, and my boxers didn't fit well underneath because they were too
long. Mr. Davis' mouth opened with a surprised expression on his
face. "Tighty-whities?"

I explained why that was my choice of underwear when playing baseball. Then
I added, "They're really tight."

"I can see that," Mr. Davis replied. "How about we give you some more
breathing room?" He reached for the waistband of my briefs.

"Wait, no." I wanted him to take them off, but didn't want it to be so easy
for him. Also, I thought maybe getting my knee wrapped would make me feel
better and enjoy whatever might happen next.

"I just thought you..."

"I'll leave them on. Can you please wrap my knee and then also check to
make sure my legs are okay?"

"Sure, I'll wrap you right now. What do you mean about your legs?"

"Like if there is anything else to worry about or if I'm good to play
tomorrow. And maybe a rub down would help. That's what our coach calls it."

He gently took my legs, lifted them, and swung me so that they were on the
table. "Lie down."

After throwing out the ice pack, Mr. Davis got some gauze and wrapped my
knee really well. He honestly did a great job. It immediately helped with
the pain. And he also handed me three painkiller pills with some water.

"My mom says I'm only supposed to have one or two of those."

"It's OK, you had a nasty collision. Three will be best this time. Trust
me."

After I swallowed each of the pills, I lay back down. Mr. Davis had started
to run his hands over my legs. He was switching back and forth between
rubbing pretty hard and then so softly that it gave me goosebumps.

"Your legs seem like they are in good shape. I think you'll be good to play
tomorrow. The fuzz growing on your legs is so soft, Peter. Let me
double-check your groin area for any strains or pulls."

His hands moved to my thighs. I was so hard, and my dick twitched. I could
feel the tip starting to poke out the top of my old underwear! I looked up
at Mr. Davis and saw his eyes widen. He swallowed. Eventually this hands
reached my underwear, and he started rubbing it in such a way that the
fabric moved down a little more, causing more of my dick to stick out. I
wanted him to touch it. I moaned. Mr. Davis took one hand off of me to grab
his own dick.

"Hey, Pete?"

"Hmm?"

"When is practice over?"

Oh shit. "What time is it?"

"4:10."

"The team will be coming down real soon. They probably won't come down this
hallway, but..."

"Should we get you dressed, or did you want to stay here longer?"

Wait, now he was asking me? Very different than in the hotel room. No more
games, I needed him to get me off. "I wanna keep going, Mr. Davis."

He immediately walked over to turn off the light and shut and locked the
door. Some light from the hallway came in, so it wasn't totally dark. If
someone walked by, they probably wouldn't see us. But if they stopped and
looked in, they might see that there were people in the room.

His hands returned to my underwear. I lifted my butt off the table to let
him know I was now ready to have my briefs taken off. A finger on each of
his hands hooked under the waistband. They were poking where that "V" shape
is on my body on each side. When he touched me there, I thought for a
second I was gonna cum right then.

"Oh shit. Oh my god."

"What's the matter, Pete?"

"I need you to make me cum so badly. Please."

"I don't know if that would be appropriate. You are a 14-year-old boy. I'm
a man."

"Shut the fuck up and jerk me off, Mr. Davis."

"What kind of way is that to talk to your teacher, young man? You are not
in charge." At that moment, he aggressively pulled down my briefs. My
pants, jock strap, and underwear were all bunched up at my ankles, and my
rock-hard dick was flat against my belly, pointing toward my face with
precum starting to form at the tip.

Then, he flipped me over so that I was on my stomach and pulled my knees
outward so that my legs were making a diamond shape. He started massaging
my ass cheeks and was making "Mmmm" sounds as he did it.

"Your ass is magnificent, Petey. It's so creamy and smooth and..." He
stopped talking at the same moment he spread my ass cheeks apart. "Wait a
sec. You actually have a few hairs in there."

"Really?" I replied. "I didn't know." I really didn't, and it crossed my
mind that maybe he was lying. Not sure why he would, though.

"We need to get rid of them."

"We do?"

"Yes, I want you to be hairless in your crack, son."

"Um, how are you gonna do that?"

"I'm gonna find some medical tape."

As he started pulling out drawers looking for tape, I protested. "What? No
way! That'll hurt like a bitch. Please, no."

"Oooh. Just found something even better."

"What?" I asked nervously. I wasn't sure if "better" was actually going to
be better in my opinion.

"Found a razor and shaving cream. Not sure why they are even here."

"Swim team."

"Ahhh. Good call."

I heard Mr. Davis pop the cap off of the shaving cream and shake it. He
used one hand to spread my cheeks again, while squirting some cream in my
crack. It felt so cold.

"You gotta hold still while I do this." The next thing I felt was the
scratch of the razor blade deep in between my cheeks. It made a scraping
sound. I was no nervous he was gonna cut me. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff,"
he commented as he lapped at the cream-covered area with the razor. The
whole thing only took about two minutes.

"Let me check it it's fully smooth," he said. "I think I'll leave this
excess shaving cream for the moment." I felt his finger rubbing around the
area. "Yup, I think I got it all." His finger was touching the exact center
of my asshole. And then, he pushed. With the cream there to help, his
finger pretty easily slipped inside my hole.

It surprised me more than anything, and I let out a yelp. "Ew, what are you
doing? I don't think I want this."

"Peter, don't worry about it. You don't even have to think about it. I know
what will feel good. You don't have to do anything right now. OK?"

"Um, I guess."

He immediately pushed in more of his finger. "Wow, Pete, you are tight. You
ever stick anything up there?"

"No way."

Just then I thought I heard a voice. Mr. Davis must have, too, because he
froze in place. Neither of us made a peep.

The voices got louder, and I easily recognized them as two of my teammates.

Tucker said, "I wonder what happened to Pete. Trainer is closed up for the
day."

Ryan answered. "Maybe he went home."

"But his bag and shit is still in the locker room."

"Hmmm. I dunno. I guess we'll have to just tell coach we can't find him."

"Dude, that's right where Marissa gave me a blow job during the fall
dance."

"Yeah, right."

"No joke. We snuck downstairs when the chaperones were all breaking up that
fight."

"Uh huh..."

"She was all over this." I imagined Tucker grabbing himself as he said
that. My hard cock was being pressed between my chest and the table. I made
some humping motions to try and make my dick feel even better.

Meanwhile, Mr. Davis started slowly moving his finger in and out of my
butt. It felt a little weird, but I actually kinda liked it. It didn't
really hurt. My heart was beating so fast with the chance of getting caught
by my teammates, who were so close. If they saw our teacher fingering me, I
don't know what would happen. But I kinda felt safe with the door locked,
light off, and Mr. Davis standing on the side of me closer to the door. If
they came close to the door-window and looked in, they'd probably just see
him. But seeing the door shut and light off, there wasn't a reason to get
super-close. This was really exciting.

"She was all over your tiny boy dick?" Ryan shot back.

"Fuck you."

"Dude! What the fuck are you doing? Put that thing away! I don't wanna see
your ugly-ass dick!"

Listening to them talk was making me even more horny, and I was pretty sure
Mr. Davis was getting more into it, too. I wished I could see Tucker's
dick. He was fucking hot. Kinda tall, thin but not skinny. Great hair and
smile. I made a fist with my left hand and slid it under my crotch to grind
into. It was exactly how I used to jerk off a few years ago before I knew
what jerking off was.

"You call this tiny?"

"I'm not looking. Ew, dude, get the fuck off. Why are you rubbing it on me?
Oh my god, you have a boner! You're such a fag."

"Oh shut up, I'm just fooling around."

"I'm gonna go change and let you be alone to jerk off."

I noticed the light change in the trainer's room, like a shadow had passed
by. I almost had a frickin' heart attack when I heard the door handle
jiggle.

Mr. Davis whispered an almost-inaudible "Shhh." We froze again.

"What the...?" It was Tucker. "Is someone in there?"

Mr. Davis whispered to me to pull on my pants.

"Yeah, Tucker, hold on one second," Mr. Davis replied loudly. I pulled up
my underwear and jock strap. Mr. Davis looked back as I was starting to
pull up my baseball pants, and then he started to walk toward the door. He
left the light off, but opened up the door.

Tucker stepped in.

"We need to leave the light off," explained Mr. Davis. "We were going
through the concussion protocol."

They both noticed at the same time. My pants were still not up. One of the
legs had gotten stuck on my spikes. I gave up trying when Tucker entered
the room, because I didn't want it to seem like I was frantically trying to
pull on my pants.

"Your pants?" Tucker asked.

Mr. Davis answered immediately. "We were just icing and wrapping Peter's
knee. Did you need something, Tucker?"

"No, um, coach was just wondering where Pete was. Uh, did you hear us in
the hallway just now? Like what we were saying?"

"Nope. Didn't even know anyone was out there until we heard the door."

"Okay, good."

"Good?"

"I mean, uh, never mind. I'll let you finish the concussion test
thing. Hope you feel better, Pete."

"Thanks, Tuck."

He left.

Mr. Davis closed the door again, and we both let out a big sigh.

"I guess we should get going," I suggested.

"Actually, I'm game to finish up here. You're not scared are you?"

"No. OK, fine. You gonna make me jizz or not?" I wiggled my eyebrows at
him.

Without a word, Mr. Davis pulled my jock and underwear back down again. I
was sporting a maximum boner still. He also lifted my shirt up most of the
way, showing my abs (I was really proud of how they were coming
along). Before I knew it, he had stuck his finger back up my ass, and he
bent over to take my aching dick in his mouth! It felt sooo good. A little
different than Casey. Mr. Davis was clearly more experienced, and I kinda
liked feeling his rough stubble when he bumped into my chest or leg. It
made me feel really mature knowing an adult was sucking me off. I could
hardly believe this was even happening. I thought maybe it was actually a
dream. It was one thing 69ing with Casey, even with Mr. Davis in the room,
but this was like a whole different level.

He was being rough with his finger in my ass. But it really still didn't
hurt. I was getting into it and wanted him to go even deeper. I pushed my
butt toward him. Oh my god, my body had so many sensations. My eyes were
closed most of the time, but I opened them at one point and noticed
Mr. Davis had whipped out his own dick and was jerking himself off. With
one hand occupied in my ass, his other hand switched back and forth between
rubbing my body and wanking himself.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling took over my body. I think it had to do
with where his finger was poking deep in my hole. The moans that I had been
trying to keep quiet were getting louder. I couldn't help it. "Oh fuck, oh
fuck," I whispered. "I'm gonna cum, Mr. Davis."

"Give it to me, Pete," Mr. Davis mumbled as he kept sucking and licking
different parts of my dick. He totally knew how to drive me crazy.

"Ughhhhh!! Ooooohhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuck!!" I shot over and over into Mr. Davis'
mouth. I don't think I had ever cum so much. He kept his mouth on my dick
and I could feel him swallowing my load! I heard him let out a grunt, and
he removed himself from my dick and my ass. I looked over to see him
shooting cum all over the floor. He seemed really drained and had to lean
against the table. I lay there trying to catch my breath. It was so
intense. I couldn't believe that had just happened. I wanted it to happen
again.

As I got dressed and Mr. Davis cleaned up his cum off the floor, I asked
him if he had Snapchat.

"I did make an account, but haven't really used it yet."

"Well, you should add me." I told him my name.

"Wait, let me do it right now." We spent a couple of minutes with me
showing him how to use Snapchat. It was really funny teaching my teacher
how to use it.

Mr. Davis told me to leave first and that he would email my coach to tell
him how I was doing.

I went into the locker room and grabbed my bag. I changed out of my spikes,
but decided to keep the rest of my baseball clothes on. I felt kinda sexy
now in my tight baseball pants and wanted to walk home that way. Halfway
home I noticed when one car drove by me really slowly and a middle-aged guy
was staring over at me. I looked back at him and gave him a big smile. I
grabbed my crotch and his eyes got really wide.


*End of Chapter 15*


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