Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2019 14:17:52 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 17 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 17

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

Tuesday proved to be yet another day to remember. In a good way. My
afternoon session with Peter in the trainer's room was super-hot, and I was
excited to see what might be next with him. After not being sure about him
on the science fair trip, he had basically indicated that he was "bi" on
his survey for science class and was then clearly into the gay shenanigans
he and I got up to. Peter's athletic body turns me on a lot. He isn't buff
or anything like that. It's just the quintessential developing 8th grade
male body.

But my #1 is Casey. Cute and sexy. He's my boy toy. I lay in my bed that
evening, watching a video I took at recess that morning. We met in the
basement bathroom, as planned, for a 10-minute rendezvous. My goal was to
make him cum, but it turned out that he was already committed to the idea
of making me shoot a load. As much as I wanted to swallow a few sticky
globs of Casey's boy juice, I wasn't going to turn down fucking his face
with my cock.

I was sitting on a closed toilet seat, and Casey was on his knees. His head
was bobbing on my slippery rod, which filled his mouth. My right hand was
holding my phone, and the fingers on my left hand were alternating between
running through his light brown mop of hair and caressing his smooth
face. Every so often I rubbed a few fingers over the peach fuzz on his
upper lip. Everything about this boy turned me on.

He took a break from sucking me and looked up with his puppy-dog eyes. "I
didn't bring a snack for recess today. Can you please feed me?" He went
back down on me.

"Oh fuuuuck, Casey. Your mouth feels sooo good. It's not gonna take long
for me to fill your mouth with man-jizz. Hey, can you come to the side so I
can reach your butt?"

A few minutes later, I had my hand down the back of Casey's shorts, and my
finger was penetrating his tight, hairless hole. I felt a churning in my
balls.

"I'm gonna cum, baby boy. Oh shit, kid. Oooooh. Fuuuuuuuck. Uhhhhhhh!!!!"

As I watched the video of my cock unloading my hot cum into the
13-year-old, I shot another load all over my chest. On my phone screen,
Casey was choking a little bit trying to swallow it all. Some was dropping
down the sides of his mouth. I was so glad I had caught this moment and
would be able to watch it over and over again.

During the final minute of our quick recess meeting, we made out, and I
helped clean his face with my tongue.

"I feel bad that you didn't get off," I told him.

"That's OK. I'm saving up for tomorrow afternoon at your place. I'm gonna
cum there three times. OK?"

"100%."

*****

Around 10:00 pm, I received a text from my friend, Rob, who serves with the
local police. He asked if we could talk on the phone. I dialed his number.

Rob: Hey man.

Owen: What's up? Long time.

Rob: Yeah, we really need to get together soon.

Owen: Definitely.

Rob: Are you alone?

Owen: Yeah.

Rob: Sorry for reaching out so late, but I needed to wait until I could get
away from my family for a few minutes.

Owen: No worries.

Rob: So, you know John Pan, right? He's a teacher at your school?

Owen: Yeah. Is this about his arrest?

Rob: [with a lower voice] Yes. Do you know why he was arrested?

Owen: Nope. There were a lot of rumors around school, and then we heard it
was just a mistake.

Rob: It wasn't a mistake.

Owen: Oh, wow. What happened?

Rob: I don't know all the details, but I can tell you that it had to do
with underage boys and porn.

Owen: Oh shit, no way!

Rob: For some reason, it's getting pushed under the rug, and I could lose
my job if my boss found out I said anything, but I thought you should
know. I mean, he fucking works at an all-boys middle school.

Owen: Wow, thanks for telling me, man. That's fucking crazy.

Rob: Yeah, yeah, of course. Anyway, I gotta get off the phone, but let's
hang soon.

Owen: For sure. Thanks again for the call. Later, man.

Rob: See ya.

*****

After Casey's science class had a day off, I was excited to get officially
started with our Sex Ed lessons on Wednesday.

"OK, boys. I want to remind you that some of the stuff we talk about in
here might be uncomfortable for you or your classmates. We need a level of
trust. What people share here stays in this room. Also, if you show me that
you can handle it and I can trust you, I will show you some more mature
things that I'm probably not technically supposed to. But I feel that it's
important for your education. Does that sound okay?"

I classroom full of eager 13 and 14-year old boys looked up at me and
nodded.  "As you probably guessed from the handout I gave you on Monday,
we'll get started with the female anatomy." I turned on the projector and
clicked my computer to bring up an image on the screen. It was a photo of
three girls their age, who all were nude above the waist. They had
drastically different breast sizes. From left to right, it went from a
pretty flat chest to an average 13-year-old girl to one with very large
breasts for her age. There was an audible gasp from my class as soon as the
image appeared. "How old do you think these girls are?"

The class started shouting out various answers that were all over the
place. I heard everything from 11 to 25.

One boy, David, raised his hand, and I called on him. "Don't they all have
to be 18, or else it would be illegal porn?"

"Thank you for your question, David. First of all, this isn't porn. This is
science class. That's not to say some people might not be upset that I'm
showing you these images, but I'm trusting you to handle it maturely. These
girls, in fact, are all under 18."

"I think they're all, like, 13 or 14," called out Nicky.

"You're actually correct, Nicky." He looked proud of himself.

"But they all look so different," another kid called out.

"That's the point," Nicky answered for me.

"Correct again, Nicky. I wanted to show you that just because someone is a
certain age, doesn't mean they are in the same place in their development."

I was turned toward the board when I heard one of the boys murmur, "The
blond is hot." I was pretty sure it was Victor.

"Guys." I turned back around to face them. "You need to show respect."

When I turned away again to advance to the next image on the computer, I
heard another comment: "I'll respect her all night long."

"Victor!" I snapped.

"That wasn't me!" Victor pleaded.

I really didn't care about the comments. In fact, I welcomed them. But I
couldn't make it that obvious. I was already boning up hearing some of the
teenage boy reaction to the girls and was probably going to have to stay
seated behind my desk for much of these lessons. I wasn't the only one
being affected, though. I noticed several of the boys in the class
adjusting themselves.

The next photo I showed the class was of two girls. This time it showed
their naked pubic regions. Across the classroom, eyes widened, teen boy
dicks thickened, and Clay's hand reached in his shorts. Clay's tongue
licked his lips, and I noticed him swallow.

"Another mark of puberty development," I continued, "is pubic hair. These
two young women are aged 12 and 15. As you can see, they both have pubic
hair, but in the 15-year-old, the hair covers a wider region and is more
filled in. Often it becomes curlier as well."

I overheard a boy named Tommy whisper to the kid next to him. "This unit is
awesome."

"I'm glad you are enjoying the lesson, Tommy," I said, embarrassing
him. His cheeks flushed red.

Matthew raised his hand. "Mr. Davis?"

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Are you going to show us the clit? It was on the worksheet from last
class."

"Let's use the proper terminology. The word is `clitoris.' And yes, we will
be able to see that in the next photograph, in fact."

Matthew continued talking. "My brother told me the clit...I mean
clitoris...is like the girl version of a penis."

"That's partially correct, Matthew. Let's start by taking a look."

The next image was of an adult female.

"Let me zoom in on her vagina. As you can see, she's holding herself open
slightly, which is helpful for us to see better." I used the cursor on my
computer to point at the area where the clitoris was. "Do you guys see that
pea-sized part at the top? That's actually just the part of the clitoris
that you can see. The rest is not visible, because it's inside her
body. The part you are seeing is very sensitive and is what allows a female
to have an orgasm when stimulated. For a male, as I think you guys probably
know, an orgasm results in the release of sperm, which is of course
necessary for reproduction. In females, an orgasm only results in pleasure
and does not have to do with reproduction. It's kind of like a bonus they
get just because male and female bodies have evolved so similarly. Some of
you asked in your survey if girls masturbate. The answer is `yes.' I
seriously doubt as frequently as you guys, based on your survey results,
and maybe the girls haven't all discovered how to do it, but I'm sure many
of the girls your age are indeed masturbating."

There was a lot of giggling, whispering and comments being made by the boys
at this point, and I let them get it out of their system.

David raised his hand, and I called on him. "Where is her hair?"

Clay spoke up before I could say anything. "It's shaved."

Nicky turned toward Clay. "The only way he knows that is because he watches
so much porn."

"It takes one to know one," I said.

The class laughed and a few boys let out an "Ooooooh!" or "Burn!"

"Actually, Nicky brings up a good topic. I know that I didn't include it on
the survey, but we should talk a little bit about pornography. Who here
watches porn?"

The boys started looking at each other, but no one said anything or raised
a hand.

"Oh come on. Who's been to Pornhub? I have." I raised my own hand.

I watched as Matthew and Nicky whispered to each other, and then they both
raised their hands at the same time. That got the ball rolling, and soon
almost every hand in the room was raised.

"My parents won't let me," David said. "They have parent control or
something."

Suddenly the floodgates opened and boys were sharing tips for how to get
around parental controls, which websites were the best, and even which
sites were and weren't blocked on the school's network. They had become
immune to my presence, carrying on a conversation as if I wasn't there. I
was still sitting behind my desk, now with my hand down the front of my
pants, listening to the young teen boys discuss their porn habits.

Before I knew it, it was the end of the period.

"Alright, class. Tomorrow we'll focus on the male body. Tonight's homework
is a bit unconventional. And it's extra credit for your grade. Since we'll
be discussing teen male bodies, we need some photographs. I am going to
send out a Dropbox link where you can anonymously upload a photograph of
your nude body. You should include as much of your body as possible, but
not your face. If 90% of the class submits, everyone will get extra
credit. So you should encourage each other, if you want that extra
credit. OK, time to get to your next class."

*****

I spent my free period sending out Dropbox links to my first two classes. I
needed to send a separate link to each student so that I would know which
boy uploaded which photo. Of course the boys wouldn't know that. I was
pretty proud of my plan, and I couldn't wait until photos started coming
in. I hoped the extra credit incentive would help encourage the boys to
participate. There were a lot of boys I really wanted to see, and Clay was
at the top of that list.

*****

At lunch I texted Casey to make a plan for our after-school rendezvous at
my house. I suggested that we meet at 3:35 (teachers were required to stay
until 3:30) two blocks away from school at a certain intersection, and then
I'd drive him the rest of the way to my house. By the end of lunch recess,
I had heard back from Casey with confirmation.

*****

My intention after the end of my last period class was to send out the
Dropbox links for the rest of my classes until I was able to leave
school. I had just announced the extra credit to my class, and the class
was filing out. One boy, Timothy, stayed behind and walked up to my desk.

"Excuse me, uh, Mr. Davis?"

"Yes, Timothy?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Well, um, it's about the extra credit."

I got up and shut my classroom door. Timothy was a small, quiet kid. I
hadn't really thought about him in a sexual manner before, but as he stood
there about to ask me about the assignment I had given about taking a nude
picture, I started seeing him in a different light. He was actually really
cute. I immediately started wondering what he looked like underneath his
clothes.

"What's your question?"

"So, uh, I want to do the extra credit, but I don't want people to make fun
of me."

"Why would they make fun you? They wouldn't even know it was you in the
picture."

"Well, the thing is, I don't know if I have hair yet. You know. Down
there." He pointed toward his crotch.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"Like, I guess I don't know if it counts."

"What did you answer in the survey?"

"I said that I did have it." I already knew that. There was only one kid
who reported not having pubic hair, and it wasn't Timothy. I hadn't
revealed the results to the boys yet, so Timothy wasn't aware that if he
actually didn't have pubic hair, he certainly was in the minority.

"OK. Well, can you describe what it looks like?"

"It's hard to describe. Like, I, um, see something there, but I don't know
if it counts."

Of course what I should have said was that it doesn't matter either
way. But, I decided to go a slightly different route. "Do you perhaps want
me or the school nurse to take a look?"

"Um, I couldn't show her. But, uh, could you tell me? Is that OK?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm your science teacher and we're doing our Sex Ed
unit. As long as it's OK with you."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Davis."

I almost said "my pleasure," but caught myself. "No problem. You can
unbutton your shorts and pull them down, if you want."

His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the button to his khaki
shorts. Finally he got it open and pulled the zipper down. He let the
shorts fall down his slender frame onto he floor. He was wearing light blue
Hanes boxer briefs and looked really sexy. There was only a small bulge. He
appeared to be soft at the moment.

"Now your briefs, son."

He slowly tugged on them until they were around his thighs. I walked up to
get a closer look. His dick was soft, as I thought. His balls were small
and still living pretty close to the rest of his package. I immediately
understood why Timothy was unsure about his pubic hair. There was
definitely something there, but it was very light in color. It was like a
downy fuzz. There was a defined patch.

"Hmm," I commented. "There's definitely something there. Is it OK if I feel
it?"

"Uh, I guess so."

Before he changed his mind, I reached out to brush the area with my
hand. It was so soft. I bumped into his dick, and it immediately started to
grow.

Timothy looked and sounded really embarrassed. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"That's nothing to be sorry about. It's completely natural."

He exhaled, and we both kind of stood there frozen for a moment watching as
his dick continued to harden and lengthen. I estimated that it was almost 5
inches.

"Wow, Timothy. You're much bigger than I thought."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I reached out and held his dick in my hand. "Your size is average
for your age, I'd say."

He let out a moan. "Cool."

I continued to hold his dick, and he didn't pull away. I gave it a few
tugs, acting like I was still inspecting him. He moaned again, and his eyes
closed. A drop of precum formed on the tip of his dick.

"Oh wow, look at that."

His eyes opened.

"Can you ejaculate, Timothy?" I couldn't remember if he was one of the
handful of students that reported not being able to cum yet.

"Um, I dunno. How do I know?"

"Don't you masturbate?"

"No. My mom saw me, um, playing with myself last year, and she told me that
it was...bad. She said I would go to hell." He looked up at me with a
furrowed brow and eyes that told me he was longing for someone to give him
permission.

"Oh, Timothy. Normally I wouldn't contradict something a student's parent
tells him, but in this case I feel that I have to. There is absolutely
nothing wrong with touching yourself and giving yourself pleasure." As I
spoke to him, I slowly rubbed the length of his young cock. "You will not
go to hell. You do not need to apologize for it. You are a healthy, young
man. Everyone does it." I wrapped my hand around his dick. He looked down
at it. "It's a wonderful feeling. You need to experience it." He let out a
loud moan as I stroked him. "Is it OK if I show you how to masturbate,
Timothy?"

He nodded and then closed his eyes again.

"How about you sit in my desk chair so you can be more comfortable." I
guided him to my chair. I leaned against the edge of my desk while jerking
his twitching 13-year-old dick. While his eyes were closed, I used my free
hand to open Photo Booth on my computer and start recording video. Then I
used that same hand to start fondling his smooth balls. As I continued to
wank him, my thumb was running through his soft pubic fuzz. Taking a break
from feeling his balls, my hand slid up his shirt, lightly brushing over
his immature chest, flicking his nipples and massaging his abdomen. His
whole body was getting into it. I increased the tempo of my pumping of his
shaft, and I reached under his balls toward the area between his butt
cheeks. It was very moist.

"Mr. Davis...I feel weird. Kinda like I gotta pee...but different. Uhhhh."
Precum was flowing, and it was causing a loud squishy sound as I jacked him
off.

"Just relax, Timothy. Let yourself reach orgasm. You're a beautiful boy,
you know."

I pressed my middle finger between his ass cheeks, trying to access his
virgin hole. Just as I reached the spot, his body went stiff.

He got the loudest he had been so far. "Oh my
god...oooooh...ahhhhhh...uhhhhh." I squeezed his dick and jerked him
hard. The finger on my other hand touched the center of his anus. As he let
out a loud grunt, his first shot of clear cum shot out of his dick and
landed on his shirt. I caught the remaining five shots in my hand, and took
a taste of Timothy's boy juice while his eyes were still closed. It tasted
amazing, and I wished there was more to swallow down.

Timothy was spent. He was breathing hard, splayed in my chair. I let go of
his dick, and went to get a tissue to clean off his shirt.

After a couple of minutes, his eyes opened. A big smile ran across his
face. "Wow. That's was awesome."

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm adding something to your
homework. Tonight when you get in bed, I want you to jerk yourself off
until you cum again."

His eyes got wide. "Wait, I can do it again in the same day?"

I laughed. "Definitely. I bet you could do it again in a few minutes."

"Oh, wow. OK. I'll try again tonight."

"Alright. I gotta go soon, so you need to get dressed and get going."

"Thanks for helping me out, Mr. Davis."

"Any time, Timothy."

*****

Fifteen minutes later, Casey was climbing into my car. As we started to
drive, I reminded him to put on his seatbelt.

"No thanks," he said. Then he reached over and started unbuckling my belt.

"Whoa, buddy. Whatcha doing?"

"Just drive, Mr. Davis."

By the time I had reached the next stop sign, Casey had unzipped me and was
struggling to pull my cock out from the top of my boxers. After briefly
considering that this was a bad idea, I ended up helping him release my
cock. He leaned down and put the first few inches in his mouth. My body
lurched as I felt his tongue hit the underside of the head of my penis. The
car jerked, which in turn pushed even more of my dick in Casey's mouth. He
gagged for a moment, but kept on sucking me. Fortunately, we approached a
red light, and I stopped the car. I looked down and took in the amazing
sight in my lap: my 7-inch cock stuffed into the 13-year-old's mouth, his
wet, red lips running up and down my shaft.

There was a turning lane on my left, and an SUV pulled up. I looked over
and someone was in the passenger seat. As I watched the person turn his
head toward me, a panic took over me when I realized that the passenger was
my student, Teddy. (He's the boy with brown hair, longer on top, shaved
sides. I had a big crush on him, especially after seeing him shirtless in
his boxers during the science fair weekend. I thought back to when I
pretended to trip in order to fall on top of him in his hotel room. I still
remembered exactly what his hard dick felt like pressed against mine,
through our clothes.) I quickly turned my head to face forward, and I
shifted my body to try and hide Casey the best I could.

"Don't move," I said to Casey as I put my hand on the back of his
neck. "Teddy is in the SUV next to us, and I don't know if he can see in my
car."

I didn't know whether it was better to look over at Teddy and acknowledge
his presence, or just keep facing forward. I could tell through my
peripheral vision that he was still looking at me. Finally, after what
seemed like an eternity, the light turned, and I stepped on the gas.

"Coast is clear." Rather than sitting up, Casey started really going at it,
licking and sucking. The sounds of the enthusiastic young teen filling my
car were super-erotic.

By the time we got to my house, Casey had taken a break from the blow job,
and he was jerking me off with his hand. Meanwhile, I was fondling his
young hardness with my hand up the leg of his shorts. I clicked the garage
opener, pulled the car inside, and clicked again to hide us from my
neighborhood. As much as we didn't want to let go of each other's cocks, we
decided to move the party inside.

I started stripping my clothes, and Casey followed my lead. Looking at his
bare chest, I licked my lips. And as soon as we were both nude, I picked
him up in my arms, and his legs wrapped around me. I could feel our hard
dicks pushing and rolling against each other. Our lips met. His tongue
darted into my mouth and wrestled with mine. I was holding him by his butt,
a hand on each cheek. I spread them apart and ran a finger along his
crack. It was slippery with sweat. Casey was moaning with his pubescent
voice.

I carried him over to my couch, and placed him down. He sat back with his
legs spread wide. I got on my knees in front of him and took his boy-prick
in my hand, slowly jerking him up and down.

"Come on," Casey whined. "Go faster. Harder."

As I worshiped and pleasured his young tool, I thought how hot it was that
my sexy 8th-grade student was in my house for sex. Was I dreaming?

He tasted amazing. A little pungent from the end of a hot day, his sweat
and precum both contributing to a slightly salty taste. I loved every
single lick of his body.

Casey's hands were running through my hair and massaging my head, while
also pushing me down. I felt his dick hit the back of my throat and his
pubes tickled my nose. I was hungry for his load.

"Holy fuck," the angelic boy moaned. "That feels so good, Mr. Davis. I
think I'm about to cum."

My hands were all over him. Rubbing his chest, sticking my finger in his
mouth, through his hair, rubbing his pubic patch, massaging his butt
cheeks. Before he blew his load, I stuck a finger in his crack and poked it
through his hole. It grabbed a hold of me, and I had a flashback to playing
with Chinese finger traps when I was younger. I probed my finger around
until I found the nub that would send him into immediate climax. I pressed
hard.

Casey shouted out in a high-pitched version of his voice. "OH MY GOD!
FUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOH!!" His boy cream started shooting in my mouth and down
my throat. It was a larger volume than any of our previous occasions, and I
was swallowing furiously, because I didn't want to miss a drop.

I was so hard and moved so that I was sitting next to him. Jerking my cock
with one hand, I fondled his sweaty, heaving chest with my other.

Casey's eyes were closed as he recovered from his massive orgasm, but he
knew what I was doing. "Wait, don't cum yet. I want you to do it inside of
me, but in a few minutes."

As difficult as it was to do, I let go of my cock and used both hands to
molest the boy of my dreams. I lifted his arm and nuzzled my face in his
pit. His body odor turned me on so much. I played with his nipples and his
pubes and his creamy legs. I ran my finger across his lips, feeling the
soft peach fuzz on the boy I was falling in love with.

Maneuvering his slim frame, I laid his body down on my couch and positioned
myself between his legs. He lifted them up and spread his cheeks with his
hands to show me his hole. My cock was still rock hard and I rubbed it over
his most sensitive area. We were both so sweaty and slippery.

"Fuck me, Mr. Davis. I know you want to."

Grabbing his thigh with one hand, I used my other hand to line up my cock
with my target. I pushed forward, and the head of my dick popped in to the
13-year-old brown-haired boy. I loved how he was still tight, even as his
hole had been getting more use these past few weeks. My cock was aching for
release, and I slid it in further. Casey groaned as he took my cock like a
champ. I could tell he didn't want to complain even though it was a lot for
him. Slowly I moved my hips, as I fucked the boy. Deeper inside went my 7
inches.

"Mr. Davis, your manly cock is so big and is really filling me up. It feels
so good to have you inside of me. You're my favorite teacher. Am I your
favorite student?"

"Is the fucking sky blue, Casey? You are my favorite person in the
world. Do you know how hot your body is?" I pounded him over and over,
while looking at his sweaty face and hair. His body was flailing around
each time I pumped in and out.

"Maybe. Last summer at the beach one day I was lying on my towel wearing my
old swim trunks, and they didn't hide me very well. I felt practically
naked, but I didn't really care, because the sun felt so good, and I didn't
know anyone there." He moaned as my shaft stretched his anus. "The rest of
my family was at lunch and shopping, so I was by myself. I noticed so many
people looking at me when they walked past. Mostly girls my age, but a few
boys, some in high school, definitely a handful of men, and also a few
moms. I could tell they were checking me out. It got me really hard, which
then made even more people look at me. I didn't care though. It made me
really horny, and I went into the public toilet to jerk off in a stall."

As Casey shared his memory from last summer of being perved on by all sorts
of people, I felt myself getting close. "Tell me how you jerked off in that
bathroom."

"I sat on the toilet and grabbed my dick like this." Casey took a hold of
his boyhood, and after a few tugs, it came back to life again, even though
he had just had that enormous cum minutes ago. Well, he had told me
yesterday that his plan this afternoon was to cum 3 times at my house...

I shoved myself all the way in, my pubic hair tickling Casey's balls. "Here
it comes, boy. Oh fuck! Uhhhh!!!" I growled loudly as my sizable load of
man seed filled Casey's insides.

"I can feel it inside of me," he said. "It's so warm."

My body was pressed hard against his, and I leaned down to kiss him deeply
on the mouth. His own furious jacking of his dick ended when he shot rope
after rope of milky boycum on his chest. Where did so much come from? The
last thing I remember before dozing off was the high-pitched sounds of his
moans slowing and fading as he came down from his high.

*****

I woke up 15 minutes later. There really wasn't enough room on my couch to
be comfortable cuddling with Casey, so I picked him up and carried him to
my bedroom. On my bed, I curled up behind him in a spooning position, the
wonderful feeling of his smooth butt against my crotch bringing a smile to
my face, which was nuzzled in the back of Casey's neck in his hair. I could
stay like this forever.

Casey's voice cracked as he spoke for the first time since we had gone to
my room. "Did something happen with Peter? I saw him and you looking at
each other weird."

"Yeah, I was just going to tell you about that, actually. It's good
news. He's totally fine with everything from the trip. I was helping him in
the trainer's room after he got hurt in baseball. I ended up sucking him
off and fingering him. He loved it. We almost got caught by Tucker."

"Oh. Cool. Tucker is so hot, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree. So you're OK with me sucking off Peter and everything?"

"Yeah, of course, why would I care?"

"I would have rather it was you."

He turned his head back and our lips met for another deep kiss.

"Um, Mr. Davis?"

"Casey?"

"Did you still want to try and make a plan for seducing Clay and seeing his
big dick?"

"Do you?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, then. Let's make a plan."


*End of Chapter 17*


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