Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2019 16:21:24 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 20 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 20

*** From Hayden's point of view ***

The large man climbed onto my bed and stuck his big, hairy dick in my
face. "Lick it, kid." He had a mask over most of his face, but I could
still hear every word of his deep, scary voice. There was no way I wanted
to lick that thing.

This was one fucked up night. Some strange man showed up in my room with my
uncle in the middle of the night, and forced us to do sexual stuff. Not to
mention the video chat with Tuck and the woman, while being watched by the
two men. I'm not gay. At least I don't think I am. I usually jerk off to
porn with just girls in it. But with Uncle John and this man doing sex
stuff with me, I still got hard. Even though I was super-scared, too. I
guess my dick has a mind of its own. That's what I always hear about
teenagers. And I've been a teenager for almost a year now.

"I said lick it." Shit, I really didn't have a choice. He'd already
threatened to hurt me if I didn't do what he said. And he was so much
bigger than I was. I leaned in and stuck out my tongue, running my tongue
from the bottom to the top. I felt a hair on my tongue which grossed me
out. But apparently the man liked it. At least he made a sound like he
did. That actually made me a little happy.

"Now put it in your mouth." I touched my lips to the big head of his penis
and then opened them in an "O" shape. I could taste his precum, and it was
weird. A little salty. I'd tasted mine, and his was somehow
different. Suddenly I felt his large hand on the back of my head and he
pressed down so that I would take him inside my mouth. I resisted a little
bit, and then I just let it happen.

Next thing I knew, his dick felt like it was filling my entire mouth. But
that was just the very beginning of it. He pushed more of it in, and he hit
the back of my throat. It made me gag and cough. I tried to pull off, but
he held me in place. He laughed. "Holy shit, kid, that feels
incredible. Your hot little mouth on my big cock. Just make sure you watch
your teeth."

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed a break at least to take a
breath. I tried to tell him, but when I talked, it was just one muffled
noise. It sounded like I was gargling. I looked up at my uncle. His face
said that he wanted to try and stop this from happening, but instead he
just stood there. I didn't blame him for any of this. We didn't have a
choice.

So just like that I was giving a blow job. A middle-school kid on a strange
man who had broken into my house. I never thought I'd be doing anything
like this. I'm not sure how much of his cock was getting into my mouth. It
felt like it must have been the whole thing, but when I tried to look, it
seemed like maybe it was only part of it. His hand was training me to bob
up and down on it. I thought the sounds coming from my mouth would wake up
my parents. But the man didn't seem to care. Hopefully it did wake
them. Although I wouldn't want this scary guy to hurt them if they came
in. Shit. I tried to make less noise. Somehow I think I started to get used
to it. A few times he would grab my head and pull it off to make me lick up
his shaft, and then I was back on the top again. To be honest, it wasn't
the worst thing in the world.

The man whispered over to my uncle at one point, "You wanna turn?"

With the dick in my mouth, I looked up at my uncle to see what his answer
would be.

He should his head no. I actually wished he had said yes, because even
though that would be super-weird, it would be better than this guy.

"Oh, so you'd rather your boy keep sucking me?"

I saw my uncle thinking, and then he made the decision to come onto the bed
with us.

"Suck your uncle, boy." He pulled his dick out of my mouth.

I looked up at Uncle John. I couldn't really read his face. He just looked
confused, which made sense. I put my fingers in his waistband, and his body
twitched. I pulled it down, and his dick sprung out. It was big, but not as
big as the other man. And it was hard. Why did he have a boner? I guess
adults can't help themselves either.

"In you go," said the large man. He used one hand on my chin and the other
on Uncle John's dick to help us get started. This was much better. He was a
little bit smaller, so it fit better in my mouth. And I was much happier
with my uncle's dick than this scary stranger. I started sucking him. Maybe
he would enjoy this since he was so hard. I wanted to make him feel
good. Maybe his dick wouldn't know if it was his wife sucking him or a
boy. I started to get into it.

"Play with his balls."

I reached up and rolled around Uncle John's balls in my hand. He was
letting out little moaning sounds, which kinda made me smile.

Suddenly I felt the other man take a hold of my dick and start jacking
it. Even though I had cum earlier, I was so close on the video chat to
doing it again, but he had stopped me right before. I have to admit that
his hand felt really good on my dick. I wanted him to do it harder and
faster. I started moving my hips forward and back as my head did the same
on my uncle.

Then the man's hand slipped between my butt cheeks, trying to get at my
asshole, I assumed. Here we go again. I didn't understand it. Why was
everyone so obsessed with my butthole. I tried to make it hard for him to
get in, but there wasn't much I could do. I felt his finger touch my
hole. He moved it around a little bit and then pushed it in. It didn't
exactly hurt, but it just felt weird. Then he was moving his finger in and
out. It felt different than last time when I had the blindfold on. I had
assumed it was the stranger who had fingered me before, but maybe it was
actually Uncle John. This finger was thicker.

I jumped when he forced a second finger in. But I decided not to complain
and just tried to concentrate on licking my uncle's dick and the feeling of
the other man stroking mine.

After a few minutes, the large man announced, "I think he's ready now."

At first I didn't know what he meant by that. Neither did my uncle.

"For?" asked Uncle John.

"I think you know. The only question is, who's gonna do it?"

"No, no, no, that's going too far."

What were they talking about? What was more than we had done? The only
thing I knew of more than this was having sex. But there weren't any girls
here. How could anyone have sex?

"Do you want to watch me fuck him, or do you want to do it?"

Fuck me? Oh, shit. Is that why he was playing with my asshole? They're
talking about sticking a dick in my butt!? That's insane.

Uncle John tried to talk him out of it, but it didn't work. He decided that
it was better that he do it to me, rather than a stranger. I didn't want
either of them to, but if someone had to, I definitely would say Uncle
John. I felt safe with him. And also his dick was smaller. Just when I
thought my night couldn't get any stranger. It was after 4:00 AM now. I had
to get up for school in a few hours. Maybe I could get out of going today.

The big man with the mask sat back on my bed against the headboard and
jerked his dick. Uncle John whispered "I'm sorry" into my ear and then
kissed me on the head.

"Aww, a little kiss. How sweet. How about a proper kiss on the mouth?" My
uncle looked over at him, and he nodded. Then my uncle pecked me quickly on
the lips. "Are you kidding? I'm talking about a real one, with lots of
tongue, for at least 30 seconds." Uncle John took my head in his hands and
we looked into each other's eyes. Then he pressed his lips to mine. I had
never kissed anyone before for real. Well one girl at a party when we were
playing spin the bottle, but that wasn't with tongue, and it was for like 2
seconds.

His lips were actually softer than I expected. But I did feel a little bit
of scratchy stuff from his upper lip and face. I felt him open his mouth,
so I did the same, but only a little bit. His tongue started to push into
my mouth. It was wiggling around, and I felt it run over my braces a few
times. Then he found my tongue, and we played around a bit, kinda like a
thumb war. I actually saw how it could be fun. It was still so weird,
though.

"OK now," said the man. Uncle John pulled away from my face. "On with
it. Doggie style," instructed the man. I knew what that was. I didn't know
whether that was better or worse than another position. I imagined it was
going to hurt any way we did it. I was scared and almost felt like crying,
but I didn't want to cry in front of them. I wanted to show that I could be
a man about it. Especially because this stranger actually liked that I was
a kid, not a grown-up.

Uncle John helped me get in position on my hands and knees. It reminded me
of when we practiced this position in gym class during our wrestling
unit. I turned my head to look back and saw him with two fingers in his
mouth. With his other hand on my back, he pushed the two fingers he had
been sucking on in between my butt cheeks. It felt like he was having a
little trouble getting them where he wanted, and I decided at that point I
might as well help out. I spread my legs out further and reached with one
hand to pull one of my butt cheeks out.

"Oh yeah, kiddo. You eager to get Uncle's cock deep inside your virgin ass
now?"

No, I wasn't, but I was trying to make it not hurt as much. And get it over
with.

My uncle slid his fingers in once he found my asshole. I guess they went in
easier this time, but it still felt really weird. Even though this was the
third time tonight, I'm not sure I was really any looser, and I was still
really scared about taking a penis. He pumped his fingers in and out while
rubbing my back softly.

"OK, no more stalling. He's ready."

Shit, here we go.

Uncle John took his fingers out of my butt. He leaned down and whispered in
my ear, "I'm sorry, Hayden. I'll try not to hurt you. Can you please use
your hand to spread your bottom open like you did before?"

I did as he asked, and he used a hand to spread my other cheek. I think his
other hand was on his dick, and I felt it bump against my hole. I think he
was hard. I guess he'd have to be for this to work. I still didn't
understand why he was able to get hard, but I guess that didn't matter. He
started to push up against me a little bit, but it wasn't going in right
away. My heart was beating so fast. I tried to think about the woman from
the video chat. She was so hot.

"You're going to have to push harder than that to get in his hole, my
friend. He's tight, and you're not so small."

My uncle pressed harder until what felt like the head of his dick popped
in. I let out a grunting sound, mostly out of surprise. It didn't hurt too
bad, it mostly just felt weird. It was a lot more than his two fingers. He
put his hands on both of my hips and pulled my whole butt backwards toward
his body. More of his dick went inside of me. Even though I was trying not
to, I made another sound.

"Fuck yeah, guys. That's good stuff. A man cock tearing into a beautiful
boy pussy. Fuck him, man."

Uncle John leaned down on my back and whispered in my ear again. "I love
you so much, Hayden. Are you OK?"

I managed a "Mm hmm."

He pushed even more of his dick in while still leaning on me. "I'm all the
way inside of you now. You're doing so well."

He was all the way in? I was proud of myself. Go me!

The crazy man's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Alright, man, in and out,
pump him good."

My uncle started pulling out a little bit, and then went back in. He did
that a few times really slowly, and then one time when he was going in, he
basically slammed it into me. I let out a grunt that was a bit loud.

"It's fine to moan your appreciation kid, but don't get too loud, or else
we need to put that sock back in your mouth."

It seemed to be getting a little easier for Uncle John to slide his dick in
and out. He was kneeling upright again. As he went faster, I thought I
could hear little moans coming from him. I mean, I guess it probably felt
good on his dick, but wouldn't it be a turn-off since it was me? Maybe not.

"Play with the kid's dick and balls."

I hadn't noticed until right then that my dick had gone completely
soft. Uncle John grabbed my dick. His hand was sweaty. He started jerking
me off. At first I thought I wouldn't be able to get hard while he was in
my butt, but he actually made me get a boner. After that, he rolled my
balls a little bit in his hand. Meanwhile, he was still going in and out of
my asshole with his dick.

The bed sank down toward the top, and I looked over to see the big man
crawling over to us. He was right by my head and took my face in his large
hand, rubbing my cheeks softly. Then he ran his hand through my
hair. "You're so sexy, kid. Suck my cock." He pushed it into my mouth. Once
again, I didn't have a choice, and just followed his instructions. I
realized that I had the dicks of two men inside my body at the same
time. And I was keeping my cool. Fortunately, it didn't last too long, and
he pulled it back out of my mouth after only a minute or two.

Then, suddenly, he pushed my uncle off of me and said, "My turn." What the
hell!? That wasn't the deal. I thought the whole reason that Uncle John was
doing this was to save me from the other man. Then I wondered why I was
even surprised. Oh shit, his dick was huge. How was that going to fit
inside my butt? And what if he was rough with me? I jumped off the bed to
try and get away. But the man was quick to pounce after me and was able to
grab hold of my arm. He pulled me back onto the bed. Oops, that was
probably a terrible idea. Now he was gonna be mad.

In a slow, calm voice, though, the man asked, "Where do you think you're
going, kid? I said that it was my turn now."

Uncle John spoke up. "But you said it would be just one of us."

"I'm sorry if that's what you thought, but I don't care. His cunt looks too
delicious to pass up. I'll be nice, though. I'm going to lie on my back,
and he can ride me like a cowgirl."

A minute later I was straddling the man, lowering myself down toward his
cock. One of his large hands was pointing his dick straight up at my hole,
and his other hand was holding onto my waist.

"Come on, boy," he growled. "Sit on daddy."

I felt the wet tip of his dick make contact with my sore hole. Shit, shit,
shit. I was really scared. I was holding myself up, frozen in place, but
now that his dick was lined up, the man was able to use both of his hands
on my waist and pull me down on top of him.

He was trying to get the tip of his dick to break through my butthole. I
didn't think it was gonna fit, and for a second I thought maybe he'd give
up. Wishful thinking. Then he grunted as he put in a little more effort and
pushed through. It was definitely the most pain I had felt all night. The
pain actually shot right up my back to my head, and I winced.

"That's too much," I managed to say.

"Just relax, kid. That's hardly anything yet. It's just the fat head of my
cock you felt."

I couldn't see where Uncle John was. Somewhere behind me. I tried to turn
my head, but it hurt to move. I wanted him to save me from this man, but I
knew there wasn't anything he could do.

"OK, here comes some more."

I had still been holding myself up as much as possible, but my arms were
getting tired. I didn't weigh very much (92 pounds the last time I was at
the doctor), but I still thought that if I let myself go, my ass would eat
up way more of his dick than I could handle.

He was pulling me down and also pushing his hips upward. I felt more of his
dick go inside of me. There was another flash of pain. I just wanted this
to be over. I tried to pull my body up, but he pulled me right back down
again.

"You're not going anywhere, kid." Then, he pulled my entire body down all
the way at once. Before the next round of pain even hit me, I remember
realizing that I knew he was all the way in me now. I was sitting on him,
not holding up my own weight anymore. I lost my ability to see for a
minute. I wasn't even sure if my eyes were open or not. I thought I was
gonna pass out. I stopped trying to resist.

"Oh fuck, your pussy feels amazing kid. Mmmm. So good. This is just what I
needed. Uhhhh."

I couldn't even hold my body upright at that moment. I collapsed forward
onto the man. I could feel his sweaty chest hair against my body. He held
me in an awkward hug, and we just lay there for a minute. But then I felt
his butt moving, trying to fuck my ass. It still hurt, but it wasn't the
searing pain anymore. I felt like I was a doll or something. He was
pounding my ass, and my body was just rocking along with the rhythm of his.

My head was right below his chin, and he was whispering dirty talk in my
ear. "You're so tight, slut. I love having my man-cock in your tight boy
hole. Me and your uncle took your virginity tonight. That only happens
once. I've been waiting to cum all night, and I'm about to do it deep
inside of you."

I had almost no energy to argue, but I didn't want him to cum inside of
me. What if he gave me some disease? He didn't have a condom on.

"Please, mister, don't cum inside of me. You can do whatever you want, but
not that."

"Oh you cute thing. Fine. Well, I'll try to pull out."

He then pushed my body upright again. My hair was soaking wet with sweat,
as was my chest. I was out of breath even though I wasn't doing anything. I
was able to hold myself up better now, but he helped with his hands on my
hips again. Every so often he would use a hand to feel my chest or my
face. Then he started scratching right where my pubes were. Wasn't he done
yet? When I jerked off, it never took me that long. He was taking
forever. And just as I was thinking that, he started to speed up really
fast. My body felt like it was flying all over the place.

"Uhhhhh. Oh fuck, oh my god."

It felt like he was about to blow his load. But he wasn't pulling out like
he said. I tried to get up off of him, but he easily held me down. Then his
whole body went really stiff, and he stopped moving.

"Ahhhhh!!!" He screamed out and then two seconds later I started feeling
his cum exploding into my ass. It kept going for a long time. I couldn't
even count how many times his groin pushed into me as each shot came out of
him. Even when he was done cumming, he was still pressing up hard against
me and wouldn't let me go. He was breathing so hard that I thought he was
going to have a heart attack. I was able to turn back and see Uncle
John. He was jerking off!

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and my dad was standing there. He looked
around with his eyes wide and mouth open. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" he screamed.

The man pushed me away and jumped off the bed. Then he grabbed his clothes
and ran toward the door. My dad tried to stop him, but he pushed my dad out
of the way and rushed out the door. My dad ran after him.

Uncle John started to put on his clothes, and told me to do the same. "Are
you OK, Hayden?"

"I'll live."

We hugged, and he held me tight, stroking my hair.

"You're one tough, kid, ya know. I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks, Uncle John." I paused. "And I won't tell anyone that you were
jerking off just now."

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

I was in a great mood walking into school on Thursday. Life was good right
now. I loved my job. Having Casey in my life. My all-boys classes. The hot
weather where I was seeing more and more skin from those boys. Hopefully
I'd be getting to see Clay "up close and personal" tomorrow. Either way, I
could probably have an interesting evening with Casey and Peter. I ran into
John Pan, who looked like crap, and he asked me why I was smiling so much.

"It's such a beautiful morning, John. The nicer weather just automatically
puts me in a better mood, ya know? Are you OK, man?"

"Let's just say it was a rough night."

I thought about what my buddy at the station had told me about John's
arrest. I wondered if this had something to do with that. Of course I had
caught him molesting Casey in the art room, but with the added knowledge of
him getting caught with boy porn, it was extra exciting. Maybe he and I
could team up in some way at some point. Another reason to smile that
morning.

"Sorry to hear that. Hope you have a better day."

"Thanks."

*****

When third period rolled around and it was time for Casey's science class,
there were definite butterflies in my stomach. We'd be continuing our Sex
Ed studies, and today was a focus on male anatomy.

Before I could even start the lesson, Tommy called out. "Mr. Davis, did we
earn the extra credit?"

"Actually, no, Tommy. Or at least not yet. I'll be offering another
chance. We needed 90% of your grade to submit a photo, but less than half
did it. We still got a lot of great photos that we can use in our lesson of
the male anatomy today, but no extra credit. After the results on your last
test, a lot of you can use a bump to your grade, so there will be a second
opportunity tonight. Either you can submit a photo of yourself, which was
the original assignment, or you can submit a photo of a younger or older
brother. I have a few photos already of boys at other ages, but if we get
some more, we can go even deeper into age comparisons."

"How do I get a nude pic of my brother?" asked Tommy.

"I'll leave that part up to you. Think creatively."

"OK, let's get started. I'm going to begin by showing you some of the
photos that were submitted yesterday afternoon and evening. Make as many
observations as you can. Feel free to take some notes to keep track of your
thoughts. I have about 30 photos to show you."

I turned out the lights to make it a little easier to see the slide show,
but there was enough light streaming in through the windows that we could
all still see pretty well. I started to show the series of pictures that
were submitted via Dropbox yesterday. The boys still thought they were
anonymously submitted, but of course I knew whose was whose, and I think I
had pretty much memorized all 30. While none of the boys had shown their
face, of course, some of them were careless enough to show enough of their
body that some classmates might recognize, or some parts of the room in
their house they were in that a friend could recognize.

The photos varied a lot. Most looked to be taken when the boy was
semi-hard. I'm sure they didn't want to look as small as their soft
version, even with the anonymity. A couple were completely hard, one of
which (a boy in another class) clearly was glistening with precum. I had
jerked myself off to sleep last night to that one. Everyone who submitted a
photo had pubic hair, but there was a lot of variety in the texture and the
amount. A few had clearly trimmed it. And one had shaved it completely, but
you could tell it was shaved and not that he was still smooth from being
prepubescent. Almost all were cut (but not all), and the sizes were what
had the greatest variation.

As I scrolled through the illicit photos, my eyes were glued to the
reactions on the faces of my 13 and 14-year-old male charges. I knew Nicky
and Matthew were friends and that there was a good chance they might
recognize each other, so before I clicked onto Matthew's photo, I made sure
to be looking at them. They shared a table, and sure enough, when the photo
came up on the screen, I noticed Nicky nudge Matthew and whisper something
that I couldn't hear. Matthew looked embarrassed.

I decided to pause there for a moment and let Matthew have to deal with his
dick being on display to the whole class for a prolonged period of time.

"We're about halfway through so far. Does anyone have any observations they
would like to share?"

"About any of the photos, or just this one?" Peter asked.

"Anything at all."

For once the class was quiet. I knew it wouldn't last for long,
though. They just needed a little prodding to get going. "Um, Matthew..." I
acted like I was randomly picking on him. "What do you think about this
photo on the screen right now?"

Nicky started giggling and Matthew gave him a little shove.

"Uh, it's nice I guess."

"It's probably his!" quipped Victor.

"Nuh uh," lied Matthew. He looked over at Nicky.

"What do you think makes it `nice'?" I asked.

"It, um, looks kinda big."

"Now I definitely think it's his," added Victor. "Or it's Nicky's and he
wants to suck it."

"Shut the hell up, man!" Even in the low light, I could tell that Matthew
had turned beet red. I was loving this.

"OK, boys, calm down and stay on topic. So it's nice because it's big. Is
size what matters?"

A really short kid named Ben spoke. "My mom says that size doesn't matter."
His way of dealing with his small stature was to make jokes about himself.

"That must mean Ben's dad has a small dick," Victor teased. No one laughed
except Victor.

"Well if Matt, or, I mean, whoever's dick this is wants to please his
girlfriend, then size matters," said Tommy. The class laughed at that.

"Well," I started. I had to wait for the laughing to die down. "It's
actually not always size. Or at least not always about the
length. Thickness can be more important for pleasure during
penetration. But really it's what you do with it that counts. Let's move on
from this. Any other observations so far?"

I noticed that a couple of the boys were adjusting themselves, including
Clay, unsurprisingly. I was starting to get boned up myself, so I planted
myself behind my desk.

David raised his hand and I called on him. "So far every picture has been
of a cut penis."

"Very good, David."

There were some confused reactions from part of the class, and so I went
into a discussion about circumcision. And conveniently, the next photo was
our first uncut boycock to look at. When I clicked to the next photo, some
of them made sounds of surprise. They simply had never seen one before. I
was surprised, given the amount of porn kids watch these days.

A few pictures later was the one with the shaved pubic area.

Peter raised his hand.

"Yes, Pete."

"This is like that picture from yesterday, where the girl had shaved her
pubes."

"Correct."

"What boy in 8th grade shaved his pubes?" Clay asked.

The students all started looking around the room at each other. But this
photo was of someone in another class. I couldn't tell them that, of
course.

"I did notice that this wasn't the only photo of someone who shaved. Some
trimmed their pubic hair. Everyone has different preferences. Has anyone
here tried to shave their pubic hair? You can raise your hand."

No one did.

"I had to shave my chest for swimming," Victor said.

Nicky, who probably was waiting for a chance to get back at Victor for
teasing Matthew, spoke up. "You don't have any chest hair," he
challenged. "But you do on your toes."

"I'm proud of my toe hair. And yes I did on my belly button."

"His treasure trail," added Clay. Some boys giggled.

"But I cut myself," continued Victor.

"You do have to be very careful when shaving in general," I said in a
teacherly voice. "Especially down there."

"Victor was definitely shaving his pubes off," Tommy said.

"No I wasn't!"

"I agree with Tommy," teased Nicky.

"Me too," said Matthew.

"No, look!" And Victor stood up and lifted his shorts and underwear down
enough so we could see his bush of pubic hair. I couldn't believe he did
that.

The class erupted into "ewws" and comments along the lines of "Put that
away, dude!"

After what was an awkward length of time, Victor finally pulled up his
shorts again. I tried to keep a straight face, but I was laughing inside. I
let the class calm down a bit before continuing. "OK, we have a few more
photos to go." I had saved Clay's for last. And the second-to-last photo
was of one of the smallest of the dick pics.

I stopped on the small-dick picture. "One of the points that I hoped to
make with you today is that at your age, still pretty early in your journey
through puberty and your adolescence, you are going to progress at
different paces. For example, on your in-class surveys yesterday, 32 out of
75 boys indicated they had hair in their armpits. 17 reported having shaved
their moustache area. Almost everyone said they had some amount of pubic
area, but if you don't, that's OK too. For the size question, there wasn't
full data, because a lot of you said that you didn't know how long your
penis was. I'm going to guess that a lot of those boys went home and did
some measuring last night. So let's get some more data. I'm going to send
you a quick, anonymous, 2-question poll. Simple. It asks for the length of
your flaccid penis and the length of your erect penis. If you still don't
know, that's fine. Then I'll announce the data. I will hit the 'send'
button on that...right...now."

I gave them a minute. My eyes were glued to Clay's crotch. I convinced
myself that I could see the outline of his 7-incher. I really hoped Casey
was making progress with the sleepover scheme for tomorrow. Once all the
laptops were closed again, I quickly exported the data into a
spreadsheet. Almost no one filled out the length of their soft dick, so I
just read off the results for hard. "OK, boys. The data is in for erect
penises. Not enough data for the first question. The numbers ranged from 4
inches to 7.25 inches, with an average around 4.9 inches.

"No one is 7.25 inches, Mr. Davis," claimed David. "They're lying."

The small dick was still on the screen. "I don't know, David. Our last
photo of the day might make you think again." I clicked the screen to show
Clay's cock. I had cropped the photo to make it take up almost the whole
screen, but not too much that you would lose perspective on how it compared
to the rest of his yummy body. It was glorious. I wanted to feel it and
taste it and smell it so bad. I watched Clay's face. He had a huge grin,
and his hand was on his crotch. My plan of having it right after one of the
smallest-looking dicks had the effect I wanted.

There were a few "wow"s as the boys stared at the screen. Tommy uttered a
louder-than-he-probably-wanted-to "Cool..." and was teased for a bit.

The period was almost over. "Alrighty kiddos. We didn't get through as much
as I wanted today, but that's OK. We didn't even get through some
terminology of male anatomy that we need to cover. Part of your homework
will be to fill out the male anatomy diagram that I'm about to pass
out. Feel free to use your textbook or computer to research as
needed. Tomorrow we will start by going over the diagram, and then we will
have some discussion on masturbation and ejaculation. One question I didn't
put on the survey is regarding features of your semen output. Not all of
you can ejaculate yet, which is completely fine and normal, but I'm
confident some of you would be experts on this topic already. For anyone
who might end up, um, masturbating this afternoon or evening, please take
note of as many physical features of your semen as possible: color,
thickness, feel, temperature, taste, volume, or anything else you notice."
There was a lot of giggling from the boys.

As I walked around to hand them the worksheet, fortunately they weren't
paying attention to me or the erection in my pants. They were all chatting
and teasing each other about jerking off and various jokes about cum. I
wished we could have just sat there for another hour, and I would have
gladly just listened to their boy talk on this topic. Well, there would
always be tomorrow.

"Oh, and don't forget about your second opportunity for the extra credit!
Class dismissed." I motioned to Casey to stay behind so I could talk to
him.

Now that I wanted the boys out of the room, they seemed to take
forever. But I didn't have a class coming in, and I could always write
Casey a note, so I just waited.

Once the room was clear, Casey spoke first. "Nice boner, Mr. D."

I took it in stride. "I mean, how could I not after that class, right?"

"Totally. I wanted to jack off so bad, I almost asked to go to the
bathroom. But I didn't want to miss anything."

"What a dilemma."

"Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah. What's the update on the sleepover? Did you talk to your parents?
Did you talk to Peter? Did you talk to Clay?" I couldn't hide my
excitement.

"Jeez, Mr. Davis. Calm down. Someone sounds a little eager. Am I not enough
for you?"

"Of course you are. It's just that..."

He cut me off. "I'm just busting your balls. I'm excited about it
too. Peter said he is 100% in and sounded excited about the whole thing,
especially secretly having you get involved in messing with Clay. He said
that his parents let him do whatever he wants. I talked to my mom about it,
and she was happy I was doing something with a friend. She probably won't
ask to call Peter's parents, but if she does, I'll let you know, and you
can pretend to be Peter's dad. We didn't ask Clay yet. I'm nervous about
that."

"That's great about you and Peter. Don't be scared about asking Clay. Who
wouldn't want to hang out with you and Pete? How about both of you ask him
at lunch?"

"Yeah, that's that plan. I'll let you know what happens."

I looked up at the clock. "Shit, I need to write you a pass for 4th
period."

He took a step closer to me so that we were touching, and then put his hand
on my crotch. "If I'm getting a pass, then we can do a quickie?" Instantly,
I sprang back to full hardness. Then he stretched upward and kissed me on
the mouth. I kissed him back. Our tongues were tussling. I loved feeling
his soft face. I licked his cheek. Then I ran my finger over his peach-fuzz
moustache. I went back in for another deep kiss, and then pulled away. His
eyes were closed, and his mouth was red and wet with our joint saliva. He
opened his eyes once I didn't come in for another kiss. His hand was
caressing my hard cock. He did the Bieber hair flip. I so badly wanted to
rip his clothes off and fuck him right there in my classroom. I had to
resist. He had class. We'd get a chance soon enough. Reluctantly, I pulled
his hand from between my legs.

"You gotta get to class, cutie."

He gave me the sexiest pouty face. "But you have a free period, and I'm
hungry for your cock. You don't want me to go hungry, do you?"

"You're killing me, Casey. You know I would love to..."

"Why the fuck not, then?" he whined. "I'm sooo horny." He pressed his khaki
shorts tight around his dick so that I could have a perfect view of the
cylindrical outline of his hardness. I wasn't going to be able to resist
much longer. I walked over to the door to lock it. But before I could even
get there, there was a knock. My heart skipped like 3 beats, and I jumped
back. Then I looked back at Casey before opening the door, and he started
to put on his backpack. His whole face was flushed, and I hoped I didn't
look similar. I adjusted my cock to try and hide my erection. I opened the
door, and it was Tommy.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Ms. Walker sent me to try and find Casey since he didn't show up to class
yet." He looked over at Casey and got a strange look on his face. "You
good?"

Casey nodded.

"Thanks, Tommy. Yeah, he's fine. It's a private matter, but everything is
good now, and he'll get to her class in a minute. I'll write him a
note. You can run along now."

After Tommy left, Casey gave me one more peck on the cheek and then hustled
out the door with a cute "See ya!"

*****

By the end of the school day, I had given the same Sex Ed lesson three
times, and I was horny beyond belief. Talking about 8th grade dicks with
8th grade boys. Oh my god. Sadly, Timothy's class didn't meet today, but I
would see them tomorrow. I was eager to follow up with him to see if he had
tried to jerk off on his own, despite his mom's objections.

I stood in my doorway, watching the boys packing up at their
lockers. Hayden came walking by. He was walking funny, with a limp or
something. I hadn't seen him earlier in the day, because he was also in the
class that didn't meet today. "You OK?" I asked.

"Oh, hi Mr. Davis. Yeah, I'm good. Just really sore, that's all."

"From what? I didn't know you played a spring sport."

"I don't. Um, I was just working out for the first time in a while
yesterday."

"No pain, no gain. Good luck with that."

"Thanks, Mr. Davis. See you tomorrow!"

Casey and Peter came rushing into my classroom. As soon as I stepped in,
Peter shut the door behind us.

"Clay is in!" announced Casey. The excitement both boys were exuding made
them look even younger than they were. My dick twitched.

"His mom might call you," Peter continued. "We told Clay that the sleepover
is at my uncle's house, and that my uncle was really cool. And that he is
gonna let us have the house to ourselves, because he was going out of town,
but that he would talk on the phone to Clay's mom if she wanted. He would
tell her he would be there supervising. Clay texted with her after we asked
him, and she said he could go."

Casey, still beaming, started talking quickly. "So all three of us are
going to bring our stuff to school tomorrow, so we can go straight to your
house at the end of the day. We just don't know how to get ourselves
there. Can we take an Uber or something? Obviously you can't drive us or
else Clay would know. Or maybe we should just tell Clay to get dropped off
by his mom, but I don't want to chance his mom wanting to come in to meet
the uncle who isn't there."

"Slow down, tiger. It's a good question. Not sure if Uber is supposed to
pick up underage kids. But maybe an old-fashioned taxi would work. You
could walk a couple blocks from school, so it doesn't look weird to get
picked up by a cab. I'll think about it some more and let you know."

"One more thing," Peter said much quieter this time. He pulled out a huge
wad of cash.

"Whoa, where'd you get that?" I asked.

"Um, just been saving for a while. And I helped a neighbor with some things
at his house the other day." He handed me $100. "Can you get some beer or
something like that for tomorrow night?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess so. I don't see why not. Here, keep your money. I
got it." I gave Peter back his cash.

Casey's phone started going off, and he looked down at it. "I gotta go. My
neighbor is here to drive me home."

Peter picked up his backpack. "And I gotta run to my game now."

"Stay back one sec, Casey," I requested. "Good luck, Peter. Maybe I'll get
out there to watch some."

After Peter left, Casey gave me a hug and squeezed my ass. "Can't wait for
tomorrow."

"You can't stick around now?" We separated slightly, and I gave him a peck
on the mouth. Then I sucked on his neck lightly.

"Oh fuck that feels good. My parents are coming to watch JJ's game, and I
didn't want to get stuck here and have to watch the whole thing, so my mom
arranged my ride."

"We could have hung out." I really wanted to get my hands on his
13-year-old flesh.

"Yeah, but if I stayed then my parents would have expected me to be at the
game with them."

"I guess that makes sense."

Casey's phone started going off. He answered it. "Yeah, I'm coming. Be
there in like 30 seconds."

Then I got a thought. "Can I come over to your house?"

"Oh, yeah! Great idea! Gotta run. Bye!"

*****

This time I parked on the street a few doors down. You live, you learn.

I knocked on the door, and it opened an inch. I walked in. Casey was
standing there in the hallway wearing only his underwear. A pair of
American flag boxer briefs. My all-American boy.

"I think your flag is missing a pole," I said as I shut the front door
behind me. I grabbed my dick through my pants.

Casey then shucked his briefs, threw them at my head, spun around, bent
over, and used both hands to spread his butt cheeks and give me an amazing
view of his pulsing hole. "Do you know where to stick the pole?" He used a
intentionally-sexy voice.

Holy fucking hell. I was the luckiest man on the planet. This beautiful boy
was mine for the taking. "I think I can figure it out." I started to walk
toward him, but he ducked out the way and ran up the stairs. I grabbed his
briefs off the floor and ran up after him.

When I got to the top of the steps, I didn't know which way he was. I stood
there for a minute, waiting him out. Then Casey came running down the
hallway and tried to go right past me. I lunged and caught him, though. I
was on my knees, and he was standing. I started kissing up his body,
starting with his feet, slowly inching up his smooth legs. His dick was
pointing straight at me, completely hard. I kept getting closer and closer
to his adorable balls, and then hopped right over his package to his
chest. I stood up and eventually made my way up to his face. I took turns
between kissing him and just staring at the most perfect face I could
imagine. There was something about the hairs on his upper lip that turned
me on more than anything recently. But I thought that seeing them shaved
off would be even better. Not the shaved-completely-smooth look, but where
you can tell that his upper lip had been shaved. There was a kid in one of
my classes named Luca, who had that exact look, and I absolutely loved it.

Meet me in your bathroom. I tossed him his underwear. "Put these back on,
but put them on backwards." I walked the other direction toward the master
bedroom. After checking a few drawers and cabinets in the master bathroom,
I found what I was looking for: shaving cream and a razor. My cock was
pulsing as I imagined giving Casey his first-ever shave. Sometimes I jerked
off watching Youtube videos of teen boys having their first go at
it. Usually the kid was the one to give himself the shave, but today it
would be me doing it for Casey.

When I walked back in his bathroom, he was leaning against the counter,
with the underwear on backwards, as instructed. It stretched tightly across
his front, the bulge of his 5-inches prominently displayed. I walked up to
him and put my materials on the countertop. I put my hands on his slim
waist and went in for another kiss. We pressed our dicks against each other
and rolled them around. When we came up for air, Casey asked me, "So,
you're teaching me how to shave?"

"What gave it away?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha." He squeezed my cock as he emphasized each "Ha."

"Take my dick out through the fly of my pants."

"Why don't we just take off all your clothes. You are wearing so much."

"Just do what I say. And then fill up the sink with water." I wanted to
fuck him with my "teacher clothes" still on and watch the scene in the
mirror. He fished out my cock, which was getting angry and in need of some
real attention at this point. Casey got a bunch of precum on his hand, and
he licked it off before putting the stopper down in the sink and turning on
the water. We were both facing the mirror now, and I stepped up behind
him. I rubbed his ass with my hands, and found the opening to the backwards
briefs. It was time to stick the pole on the American flag. I aimed my dick
at the hole in the fabric, and put enough through to hold the opening
open."

"Oh fuck, Mr. Davis. I need your huge cock in me right now. Pleeeease,
mister teacher man. Fuck your favorite student."

I didn't particularly need an invitation, but damn that kid turned me on
with his sex talk these days. I pressed forward a bit to get the head of my
cock lodged tightly between his cheeks. I hadn't penetrated his anal ring
yet, but we were in a stable position. I turned off the water, grabbed the
shaving cream, and started shaking the can.

"Are you going to tell me what to do?"

"Actually this time, you just stand there and relax."

"Yes, Mr. Davis."

After I popped the lid off the can, I squirted some of the cream onto my
left hand and then looked in the mirror as I lathered it onto Casey's upper
lip. He looked super-cute. I picked up the razor.

"Make a face like this," I instructed, showing him with my own face what I
wanted him to do with his lip.

I placed the blade of the razor at the top of his lip and made the first
stroke down. There was a distinct scraping sound as the blade cut off his
hairs for the first time. That turned me on so much that I thought my dick
would start shooting right then. With the razor held away from Casey's face
and my left arm wrapped around his chest, I pushed my dick past the
threshold and into his teen tunnel. It felt better than ever. I was not
going to last long at all.

Casey grunted in pleasure as he took my cock like a champ. As I raised the
razor to his lip for a second time, I looked at our image in the mirror. A
true Norman Rockwell moment. Middle-school boy sporting only a pair of
underwear. Grown man pressed up behind him in full clothing, teaching him
how to shave off his moustache for the first time. The image didn't show my
cock penetrating the boy, but there was no mistaking that both he and I
could feel that.

Slowly, I shaved another blade-width off of his lip, and at the same time I
pumped my dick length out and back in his rectum. I again savored the sound
of the blade cutting through the soft hairs. The process was repeated
several times, each run of the blade matched with a slow cock-thrust.

When his moustache was gone, we rinsed off his face with water. Once the
razor was back on the counter, I started pumping his ass at a higher
tempo. He turned his head back, and we kissed. I felt his newly smooth lip
with my lips, and then I ran my tongue over the area. Faster and faster I
fucked him.

"I'm getting close, kid. Ready for my load?"

"Always, Mr. Davis. I hope it's a big one, and I hope you shoot it deep,
deep inside of me."

"Fuck, oh my god, here I...ugh, ugh...OOOHHH! AAAHHH!" I screamed so loud
that the neighbors might have heard me, and then I absolutely blasted into
the 8th grader. Four, five, six blasts. Seven, eight, nine. I growled like
a frickin' Neanderthal.

Suddenly my legs couldn't hold me up anymore, and I stumbled backward with
Casey still in my arms, until I was able to land softly on the toilet.
Casey was sitting on my lap, still impaled on my twitching cock. I ran my
hand over the lump on his front side as I fought to catch my breath. He was
fully boned up and leaking precum through the fabric. I slipped my hand
under the waistband and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Thirty seconds
later, he was screaming like a girl and making a mess in his boxer briefs.

*End of Chapter 20*

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