Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2019 00:16:42 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 21 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 21

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

Ever since the encounter with my neighbor the other day, my butt hasn't
stopped itching. Literally. As I walked out of second period on my way to
recess, I tried to scratch myself without anyone noticing. Some fabric from
my underwear got stuck, and I had to pull it out. I almost went outside to
play some basketball, but then I remembered that I wanted to do something
else. I went into the bathroom and into a stall.

Three hours earlier, when I was lying in bed playing with my morning wood,
I signed up for Grindr. Of course I had to lie and say I was 4 years older
than I was. I took a selfie lying in bed for my profile pic, but it didn't
show up right away. That's as far as I had gotten before my mom made me get
ready for school.

In the school bathroom stall, I opened up the app and there was a
notification that said my photo had been rejected for being underage. I
didn't think that was fair. What if I really was 18 but just happened to
look young? Ugh. I took another photo and submitted it. I thought the angle
I used made me look a little bit older. Then I clicked to browse who was
nearby. The nearest guy was only 150 feet away from me! That had to be in
the school. His picture didn't show his face, just a shirtless photo in his
bathroom mirror. It said he was 45 years old and interested in guys 18-23
years old. It must have been a teacher or a janitor or something. I
couldn't recognize him, though. Damn, he wanted someone a lot younger. I
wondered if he'd go for under 18. His body was actually really nice for
being so old. I realized that I had stuck my hand down my shorts and was
playing with myself when the bell rang and brought me back to reality. Why
was recess so fucking short? At least I was headed to science class. The
Sex Ed unit was awesome.

Class was a little boring at the beginning, because we were just going over
the male anatomy definitions. I didn't really care what all the scientific
names were. I kept myself amused by trying to see the outline of Mr. Davis'
cock in his khakis. He must have caught me staring at one point. We locked
eyes for a moment. I grinned, wiggled my eyebrows, and quickly licked my
lips, before returning my stare to his crotch. I swear I saw his dick
twitch right then, and he moved behind his desk. It made me feel so good
knowing I could turn him on like this.

After Mr. Davis told us to put our worksheets away in our binders, Victor
called out, "Did we get enough for the extra credit with the, uh, brother
photo thing?"

Then Tommy said, "You can't wait to see more dick, Vic?"

"Tommy," Mr. Davis said calmly. "Watch your tongue."

"Sorry, Mr. D."

Mr. Davis continued talking. "What you should have asked was, `You can't
wait to see more penis, Vic?'"

I couldn't believe Mr. Davis said that. The class cracked up.

"No, I just really could use the extra credit!" Victor pleaded.

"Well, we did have some submissions last night. I didn't get a chance to
tabulate the totals, but I'll let you know. Meanwhile, let's take a look at
a few photos you and your classmates in other sections sent in of your
brothers."

The first photo appeared on the big screen at the front of the room. It was
definitely an older brother. It actually looked like a man. The guy was
muscular, hairy, and he was HUNG. Like a seriously big dick.

"That must be someone's much-older brother," Matt commented.

"Actually," Mr. Davis answered, "the boy who sent this in stated that his
brother was 17 years old."

David had trouble hiding his reaction. "Whoa! You mean, we're gonna look
like that in 3 years?"

"Not you, Dribbler," Nicky teased. "Dribbler" was a nickname some guys
called David. Apparently at overnight camp last summer after 7th grade,
some of the guys were doing one of those circle-jerk games. All the boys
shot loads, but David's just dribbled out of his dick. It made me laugh
whenever I heard it, but I also felt a little bad for him being teased. For
me, sometimes my cum shot out and sometimes it just kinda dribbled.

Mr. Davis continued talking. "Notice how all the physical characteristics
of puberty seem to have come to completion for this boy. Body hair, pubic
hair, penis size, muscle development." I had noticed all of those things! I
wondered what the test on this unit would be like.

The next photo appeared on the screen. It was a younger brother this
time. Holy shit. I knew who it was! It was JJ, Casey's little bro. He was
on the varsity baseball team with me, even though he was only in 6th
grade. You couldn't see his face, but I knew it was JJ. I had seen him
enough times in the locker room. I didn't realize that I had looked at him
so much that I would recognize just his body, but I guess I had. I gave
Casey a look, and he nodded slightly in return. I'm a little confused at
what I'm attracted to the most these days. Girls, boys, men, women. I
didn't think I would be turned on by a guy younger than I was, but this
picture of JJ was kinda hot.

His body was so smooth. If you looked at certain parts of him, you might
have thought he was a girl, but his developing muscles and his hard 5-inch
prick screamed teen boy. Actually, I think he was only 12. But he was well
on his way, including a cute little patch of pubes. The way he stood there
so confidently really got me going. I felt my own dick throbbing in my
shorts. I was afraid of my precum soaking through, but hopefully my shirt
would cover that up.

I was so horny right now. I thought about leaving class, finding JJ's
classroom and coming up with some reason to pull him out of class. Or maybe
Casey could leave science class with me, and we could fool around in the
bathroom. Or I could fake some emergency that Mr. Davis came with me for a
quickie. Fuck. If only. I actually didn't want to leave class and miss the
rest of the photos. And we were supposed to talk about masturbation, which
sounded fun. That'd be funny if I missed that discussion while in the
bathroom jacking off!

The rest of the photos weren't as good as the first two. One was of a naked
little kid, apparently 8 years old. That didn't do it for me. But I was
surprised at the size of the little guy's boner, though!

We moved onto the next part of the lesson. Mr. Davis wrote the words
"Masturbation and Ejaculation" on the white board. I never thought I'd be
taking notes in school on this!

Mr. Davis started by giving us some of the results of the survey. "The
majority of you boys are able to ejaculate, but I assume most if not all of
you jerk...I mean...masturbate, even if you can't ejaculate quite
yet. Don't worry, the age of first ejaculation usually ranges from 11 to
15. The youngest reported on the survey was 11, and there was only one
student who stated as such."

11 years old? Wow. We were in like 5th or 6th grade. I looked around the
room and happened to notice a funny look on Matt's face, like he was really
happy with himself. I wondered if he was the one who could cum that
early. Lucky guy. For me, I was 12, almost 13.

"As for frequency," Mr. Davis continued, "about two-thirds of the 8th grade
boys reported masturbating two or more times per day, including 10 boys who
said 5 or more times daily. Keep this in mind if you plan to use not having
enough time as an excuse for a future homework assignment."

I forgot if I had answered twice or three times per day, but five sounded
like a lot. I think the most I ever did was four. Were there friends of
mine doing it five times every single day? Jesus.

"I do want to tell you boys, though, that even if you heard myths about
dangers of masturbating too much, those are not true. I mean, it could get
in the way of other things in your life, I suppose, but physically, feel
free to go at it as much as you want. Keep in mind, that your mom knows
you're doing it. If that makes you uncomfortable, maybe this is a good time
to start doing your own laundry."

Victor raised his hand. "Are we going to talk about sex?"

"Yes, Victor, we are. But not today. The rest of this class will be an open
discussion on a few topics. One is what I mentioned yesterday about
physical characteristics of semen. We didn't collect information on that on
the surveys. Secondly, I want to give you some time to share stories about
your first time ejaculating. Anyone want to start?"

For once there was silence in the class. No one wanted to break the ice.

After about 30 seconds, Mr. Davis spoke again. "OK, let's try this. Raise
of hands. Who jerked...um, masturbated last night and took note of their
semen?"

Before anyone raised their hands, Nicky called out. "Mr. D, you can say
`jerk off' and `cum.' It's all good."

Mr. Davis laughed a little bit. "Thanks, Nicky. I've been trying to keep
things technical, but I'll take your offer under advisement. OK, hands up,
boys."

Some of us started to slowly raise our hands. Eventually every single boy
in the class was doing so.

"Alrighty, then. Keep your hand up if you tasted it."

A few boys lowered their hands. I kept mine up.

"Nicky, since you seem to feel pretty comfortable right now, would you mind
sharing what characteristics you noticed?"

"About my cum?"

"Yes."

"Like the taste?"

"Well, that and anything else you took note of."

"Um, well, the taste is a little weird, but not like terrible or
anything. Salty, I think. It's sticky."

"What about the consistency and how it came out?"

"It's pretty thick I guess. Thicker and whiter than it was at the beginning
of the year. And it shoots farther now, too. Last night, it hit my chin
while I was lying in bed."

"Anything else, Nicky?"

"No, I can't believe I said all that."

I also couldn't believe he said all that. It made me feel more confident
about sharing, though. No one was making fun of him.

"Thank you for sharing, Nicky. I know it might sound corny, but this is a
safe space."

Ha! `Safe space' says the teacher who messed around with his 8th grade
students. Not that I'm complaining.

Matt raised his hand.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Can I share about my first time?"

"Of course."

"Well, first of all, it was in November..."

Victor broke in. "That's OK, Matt. Mr. Davis said we all go through puberty
at our own pace."

What a douche.

"Actually, Victor, it was November of 6th grade," Matt said. "I'm the one
on the survey who did it when I was 11 years old."

That shut Victor up. There were some "whoa"s from a few of the guys.

"Do you want to give us some details?" Mr. Davis asked.

It was funny knowing that Mr. Davis was enjoying this as much as we
were. Or maybe even more.

"Yeah, sure," answered Matt. "Um, it was actually during Thanksgiving
break, and we were away at my grandparents house. I was sharing a bedroom
with my older step-cousin. He was 16 then. We had turned out the lights to
go to sleep, but then a few minutes later I heard him making sounds. At the
time I didn't know what was going on, but now I know he was beating off. I
asked if he was OK, because he was moaning. He said that he was just
jacking off and asked if I did that too. I told him I had heard of it but
didn't really know what it was. He explained. I realized that I had been
kinda doing it by rubbing myself when I was lying facedown, but I had never
tried it like this..." Matt motioned in the air with his hand using the
universal sign for jerking off.

"Anyway, Cole--that's his name--told me that it was his duty to help me
learn, and he said I should come over to his bed. I did, and then he told
me to take off my sweatpants and boxers. I wasn't really shy around him, so
I did it without thinking. I had a boner, and he grabbed it with his
hand. Then he asked if it was OK if he touched me. It felt really good with
his warm hand on my dick, and I just nodded."

I looked around the room. I noticed both Casey and Clay adjusting
themselves. Mr. Davis was sitting behind his desk with a grin on his face.

"Long story short, Cole gave me a handy, and I shot a load for the first
time. I'm not gay or anything--not that there's anything wrong with
that--but I remember that it felt fucking amazing. Oh crap! Sorry, Mr. D."

"That's OK, Matthew. I appreciate you sharing your story with the class."

Victor raised his hand and Mr. Davis called on him. "I don't have a big
story or anything, but my first time was at the beginning of 7th grade, and
I was watching a video of a hot chick on my phone. I knew what, uh, semen
was from videos, but it was cool doing it finally myself."

Tommy was the next to share, and he told a story about having a wet
dream. Or as Mr. Davis called it, a "nocturnal emission."

I was surprised when Ben raised his hand. "I've been able to cum since
February, and it's still really clear in color. I'm not embarrassed,
because I'm just glad I can do it finally."

Something inside of me made me want to support the little guy, and I
blurted out, "Good job, Ben. That's cool." A few other guys chimed in with
their congratulations.

"I love the supportive atmosphere, gentlemen," Mr. Davis commented.

Clay raised his hand. I got really excited to hear him tell his story, but
then the fucking bell rang.

"We can continue this discussion on Monday. You won't forget what you
wanted to say, right Clay?"

"No, Mr. D."

"Have a great weekend, everyone. No homework."

*****

I didn't get a chance to talk to Casey until lunch. We had planned to get a
small side table so we could chat privately. After a few minutes of
devouring my chicken parm, I suddenly realized that he had shaved his upper
lip.

"First shave, huh, Case?"

"Oh yeah. Mr. Davis did it."

"Wow. That actually sounds hot."

"You don't even know. Not sure I should tell you."

"Well now you have to, dude!"

"Shit, I guess you're right. Well, um..." He lowered his voice. "He fucked
me while he did it."

"You had sex!? Holy shit! I had no idea you little stud. How the fuck was
it? No pun intended. Was that the first time?"

"First time was on the science fair trip after we left your room. That time
hurt for sure. Second time was on Tuesday at his house. It already felt so
much better. And then yesterday after school at my house while everyone
else was at the baseball game. That was so hot, and I didn't want it to
stop."

"Dude. That's so cool."

Casey was smiling and then suddenly got a worried look on his face. "Um,
can I ask about you? Did Mr. Davis fuck you, too?"

"No. The other day was just a blowjob. And, well, he fingered me too. But
that's it. I swear."

He looked relieved. "It's cool. You guys can do whatever you want."

I debated whether to not to tell him about my other experience. While I
thought about it, I asked him if his parents noticed that he had shaved.

"Oh my god, yes. It was so embarrassing. My mom noticed right away at
dinner, even though I kept trying to cover it up with my hand. She kept
making fun of me the rest of the night. My dad didn't say much. Just a
little `Good job, son.' I wasn't sure if he felt bad he didn't get to show
me how. He still has JJ, who he likes better anyway."

"I'm sure that's not true."  "Whatever. It's all good. I'm used to it. And
I have Mr. Davis now anyway."

"Well, I really like the new look. I liked your face-fuzz before, but now
you're even hotter."

"Aww, thanks man."

"I had sex, too," I blurted out.

"Oh! Wow. Tell me about it."

"It's kinda a crazy-ass story."

"Well, who was it."

"You don't know him. Actually, I didn't know him either."

"What the fuck? Tell me."

"A few days ago, this guy was driving next to me when I was walking home
from baseball practice. He pulled over and called me over. I know, I know,
`stranger danger' and all that. But I can handle myself. I'm not a little
kid anymore. Anyway, he wanted help moving some furniture or something and
said he'd pay me. It turned out to be near my house, and I decided to do
it. He was clearly into me, and next thing I knew he was paying me a ton of
cash to mess around with me, and I let him fuck me. It was actually really
hot. I loved it, and I can't stop thinking about it. I think Mr. Davis woke
something up inside of me. Like, before I thought I just liked girls and
women, but I did sometimes look at boys my own age. Like you of course. I
never imagined I would like being with a man. But now I love it. Maybe I'm
just horny for anything these days. You know how it is."

Casey's eyes had gotten wider and wider as I told my story. At the end, he
just said, "Holy fuck, dude. That is so, so crazy. Were you, um, safe?"

"He said he was clean. I made him pay me extra. He wasn't supposed to cum
inside my ass, but then he did anyway. I'm sure it's fine. At least I hope
so."

A lightbulb went off in Casey's head. "Oh my god. Is that where you got all
that cash you flashed in Mr. Davis' room yesterday?"

"Yup. McDonald's on me after school."

"But we're eating right now."

"I'll be starving again in 3 hours."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Cool."

"We can ask the cab to go in the drive thru on the way to `my uncle's
house'." I used air quotes.

Casey laughed. "Can they do that?"

"Only one way to find out."

We got up to throw out our trash. Casey asked me if I had told Clay about
the plan for after school.

"Not yet," I answered. "I actually gotta run to the bathroom. Can you go
tell him where to meet after school?"

"Yeah, no prob. See ya in Spanish class."

We walked our separate ways. I wanted to check on Grindr again. I went into
a bathroom stall and opened the app. The photo worked this time! It wasn't
exactly a sexy photo or anything, but I was happy with how I looked. I
tapped on the Chat section for the first time. There were 4 messages that
had come in over the past 2 hours.

The bell rang signaling the end of our lunch period.

I tapped on the first message. It just said, "hey hot stuff how old r u?" I
decided to write back, "doesn't it say i'm 18?" Then I took a look at his
profile. It said he was 34 years old. He had a dark beard and was very
muscular. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his chest was very hairy. I almost
dropped my phone when it buzzed with a notification that he had already
written back to me. It said "yeah it says ur 18 but ur pic doesn't look
like it. don't worry I won't say anything and I like young dudes. ur
fucking sexy."

Holy fuck. That didn't take long to find someone into me. Shit, I had to
get to class, but I wanted to continue to chat. And my dick was straining
in my shorts. I hurried over to the nurse, which was close to the
bathroom. While holding my backpack in front of my crotch, I asked her if
she could call my teacher and say I was going to be late, because my
stomach wasn't feeling well. I told the nurse I just needed some time in
the bathroom. She told me to come back in 10 minutes or she had to send
someone in to check on me. I rushed back into the bathroom and typed a
message back to the Grindr guy, whose name was apparently Sean.

Me: I'm 17 [I didn't want to scare him off if he thought I was too young.]
Sean: still don't believe you, just tell me, I promise to keep talking to
you no matter what [Whoa, it's like he read my mind.]  Me: fine I'm 14
Sean: cool. what grade? 9th?  Me: nope, still middle school...8th Sean:
fuck dude, Grindr in middle school, that's awesome. wait r u in school
right now?  Me: yeah, cutting class in the bathroom basically Sean: lol
nice. hey can we switch to snap so we can trade pics Me: uh sure, but I
only have like 5 minutes before i gtg

I gave him my Snapchat name.

Sean: can u send me a pic of your chest Me: ok

I took off my shirt and hung it on the hook inside the stall door. After a
couple of tries, I had a photo I was pleased with and sent it.

Sean: dude, ur ripped for 14 Me: I dunno, not rly Sean: don't be modest. do
u play sports?  Me: yeah, mostly baseball Sean: nice. so btw why r u on
grindr?  Me: shit i actually rly gotta go now sry Sean: its all good but
can we talk ltr?  Me: yeah totally

*****

Casey, Clay, and I met up after school. I had packed overnight stuff in a
second backpack, and I put that one on my front side while we walked down
the sidewalk away from school. Mr. Davis had given Casey instructions for
how to get a taxi, and we were supposed to do it a couple of blocks from
school.

We were talking excitedly about our plans for the unsupervised evening. Of
course Mr. Davis was going to be there, but Clay didn't know that. There
was a lot of talk of video games and junk food and TV/movies that our
parents wouldn't normally let us watch (not that we weren't already
watching that stuff anyway without them knowing).

About a block away from school, a car pulled up next to us. I immediately
recognized it as my neighbor, Rick, from the other day. I was pretty sure
he lurked around school waiting for me (or possibly other boys) walking
home.

"Hey Peter, hey guys," he called after stopping his car and lowering the
window.

"Hi Rick," I responded.

"What's up?"

"Not much, just going to hang out to start the weekend."

"Aren't you gonna introduce me to your ladykiller friends: Justin Bieber
and blondie?" Casey and Clay had confused looks on their faces.

"Guys, this is my neighbor, Rick. Rick, this is Casey and Clay."

"Nice to meet you, boys."

"You too," Casey answered. I think he was connecting the dots based on the
story I told him at lunch.

"Yup," Clay added.

"You got a good friend here. He's been helping me with some odd jobs around
my house and yard for cash. So where ya'll headed? If you don't have any
plans, you are welcome over to my place. I have like 3 video game systems
that are just collecting dust."

"Actually, we are going to my uncle's house. We were about to call a taxi."

"Oh, OK." He sounded a little bummed. Then his face lit up again. "Perfect
timing that I should show up then. No need to worry about the cab. Hop in!
I'll give you a ride."

"Um, that's very nice of you. But we were also gonna stop at McDonald's on
the way."

"No problem. I could always go for a snack. My mouth is already watering
thinking about nibbling on 6 hot nuggets."

Jeez! I picked up on his inappropriate pun, but I hoped Clay
didn't. Although, I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. It
was kinda our goal to seduce Clay in some way tonight anyhow. But as much
as I wouldn't have minded another hot session with Rick, I didn't really
want to deal with him right now. One good thing, though, would be not
worrying about the taxi anymore, which I was nervous about figuring out.

I made the decision for the three of us. "Thanks, I guess we'll take you up
on the ride." I jogged around and got in the passenger seat, stuffing one
backpack on the floor and holding the other on my lap. Casey and Clay got
in the back. On the ride over, I got a Snap from Mr. Davis asking our
ETA. I told him we were taking a short detour for food, and he replied that
that was perfect, and by the time we got there, he'd be quietly hidden
upstairs in his bedroom. Beer and soda in the fridge, rum and vodka in the
freezer, spare key around the back in the fake rock.

Less than 10 minutes later, we were pulling into a McDonald's parking lot,
and Rick started to park.

"Oh, we were thinking just the drive through," I said.

"I gotta run inside and take a leak, so we can just go in. Sometimes that's
faster anyway." Rick turned his head toward the back seat. "Why don't you
two run inside. I just need to talk to Big P for a sec about his
employment."

Casey and Clay looked at each other and back at me. Then they got out and
walked toward the restaurant door.

"Fuck, kid. I can't stop thinking about you." He reached over and put a
hand on my bare leg. "Your friends are smoking hot, too. Of course not as
hot as you." He slid his hand up my thigh and under my shorts, pulling the
fabric up with his hand. "I want your cock right now." His hand had gone
under my boxer briefs and was grabbing a hold of my hardening shaft. I
gasped at his touch.

I knew I had the power over this man, even though he was the adult. As
horny as I was, we just couldn't do anything right now. I had Casey and
Clay and Mr. Davis today. Rick would always be there tomorrow. I pulled his
hand out of my shorts. "Sorry, I can't today. But how about sometime over
the weekend?"

He gave a big sigh. "Yeah, of course. You're such a tease, though."

"How am I a tease?" I tried to adjust my cock so it wouldn't be so
obviously hard when I walked into McDonald's.

"Just by existing."

Damn, he was into me. I think I blushed. Then I got out of the car and
started walking. Rick followed and caught up to me. He whispered, "Hey, you
ever mess around with your hot friends?"

"I'll tell you later."

"I would fuck that blond kid so hard, he wouldn't be able to walk for..."

"Dude, chill."

We entered the restaurant.

*****

We ended up eating our food inside, which only took about 5 minutes the way
my friends and I can down a burger, fries, and a coke. Rick offered to pay,
and we let him. Back in the car, I plugged Mr. Davis' address into my phone
so I could tell Rick where to turn. I had a Snap from the Grindr man, Sean.

Sean: done w school for the week? what r u doing this weekend?  [He
included a random shirtless photo and his hand was kinda resting on his
crotch.]  Me: yeah, hanging with friends right now

I opened Grindr and saw that I was up to 10 messages in the chat. I'd have
to go through them all later. It was so exciting. I took a quick look at
the list and noticed one message that came in a few hours ago was from the
guy that had been 150 feet away in school. I tapped on the message. It
said, "Hi Peter." My heart started pounding. I hadn't really thought about
someone recognizing me. This was some man that worked in my school and knew
my name from looking at my face. Who the hell was it? I calmed myself down,
realizing that if he was on Grindr, there was no way he'd get me in
trouble, because that would out himself. I decided to write back with just
a "Hey." I closed the app and went back to navigating to Mr. Davis' house.

I had Rick drop us off a few houses away from where we were going, because
I didn't want him to know the exact address. We waited until he drove off
before walking up to Mr. Davis' house. I led our little trio around the
back of the house, as if I'd been there dozens of times. I found the hidden
key right away and let us in the back door.

We dropped all our bags and shit in the living room and flopped on the
couches. Then Clay got up again right away and said he was going to take a
piss. Casey was sitting on the same couch as me and as soon as Clay left he
said, "Dude, that Rick guy was the one you had sex with?"

"Yup."

"Wow, you got balls. Did you know him at all before the other day?"

"Nope."

"Damn. Sex with a stranger. I guess that's kinda hot."

I wanted to tell him about Grindr, but Clay was already walking back in the
room.

"Whattya all wanna do first?" I asked.

Casey pointed over toward the TV. "There's an Xbox. Wanna play?"

"I'm in," Clay responded.

I let Casey and Clay play each other first with some game Clay knew about
that Mr. Davis had. I hadn't even heard of it. Meanwhile I relaxed on the
couch.

Sean had written back again.

Sean: send me a photo of your friends

Casey and Clay were lying facedown on the floor, and I took a shot of them
from behind. I sent it to Sean.

Sean: they got nice asses and legs, wish i could see more Me: the one on
the left is only 13 still Sean: cool Me: that's not too young?  Sean: not
for me. as long as he can cum, that's all that matters to me. can he? can
you?  Me: yeah we both can Sean: fuck i'm so horny. send me a dick pic,
kid?  Me: i dunno Sean: oh come on, look how hard I am [He sent me a photo
of his cock. It looked humongous in the picture. There was a huge vein
running along his shaft, and precum making the head shiny.]  Sean: just one
and then i'll leave you alone with your friends Me: fine Sean: wait, make
it a vid

Casey and Clay were paying no attention to me. Holding my phone with one
hand, I started a video as I used my other hand to lift down my shorts and
let my dick spring free. I gave it a couple of strokes and then stopped the
video. I sent it to Sean.

Sean: FUUUUUCK dude! that is so hot. you should go into the bathroom and
video u jacking off for me...pleeeeease Me: desperate much?  Sean: very
funny no just think ur fucking hot Me: i gotta go sorry ttyl Sean: ugh fine
i'll go jerk my huge cock looking at yours. btw i could make u feel sooooo
good

I didn't respond. I was so hard now though. I checked Grindr again. The man
from school hadn't written back yet. I clicked on another message. It was a
really old guy, kinda fat and bald. He had written "Hey sexy. Wanna get to
know daddy?" I had no interest in him. I deleted the message.

"You can have a turn," Casey offered, holding out the Xbox controller. We
switched spots.

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

I was lying on my bed watching and listening to the live feed of the three
boys in my living room. I had set up the same camera system with my laptop
as I did back in the hotel during the science fair. Peter and Clay were on
the floor playing a video game. Casey was sprawled on the couch, but then
he got up, and said, "Be right back." I couldn't believe these three hot
boys were all in my house. Two of them I knew were eager to mess around. I
didn't know if Clay would ever go for me, but what I did know was that he
was always horny, he was really hung for a middle-schooler, and he had put
down a 3 out of 10 on the survey for how gay he is. I wanted to hold his
dick in my hand so bad. It had become a small obsession.

Casey had come upstairs. I could hear his footsteps in the hallway getting
louder, and then my bedroom door opened.

"Hey," he whispered, closing the door behind him.

"Hey." I patted my bed, inviting Casey to join me.

I could feel the electricity as we kissed briefly and he leaned against me
to watch the video feed. I put my hand under his T-shirt and softly stroked
his chest. Casey moaned softly. We were both horny, of course, but it was
understood that we were going to save up for the rest of the night's
possible activities with Clay and Peter.

"This is the same thing you used in the hotel, right?"

"Yeah, but last time I only had one laptop, so I had to watch on my
phone. Now that I'm home with multiple computers, I'm able to use one
downstairs and one right here to watch and listen."

"The quality is actually really good."

"I know. It's pretty sweet."

We watched as Peter nudged Clay with an elbow to his side, and Clay did the
same back to him. Just seeing that innocent interaction made my dick
twitch.

"I can't decide whether we should start with some alcohol and then do Truth
or Dare, or if the game should lead to the alcohol with a dare."

"Maybe both? Start with a beer, and then there can be a dare later for
something else."

The game Clay and Peter were playing ended. Clay looked around the room and
we could hear him say, "Where's Casey?"

"I should probably go back down."

"Thanks for coming to say `hi'."

Casey crawled on top of me for a moment and leaned in for a deep kiss. I
loved sticking my tongue in his mouth. He shook his butt at me as he walked
toward my door.

I watched as Casey re-entered the living room carrying three beers. "Let's
get this party started!" He handed a beer to each of the other two boys.

"Do you guys drink a lot?" Clay asked.

Peter answered. "Nah, not really."

"But tonight's gonna be special. No parents! Cheers!"

The boys held up the cans to each other. Then they collapsed on the
couches. I guess they were done with Xbox for now.

I sent a Snap to Peter: "Junk food in the pantry." I watched as he looked
down at his phone and then got up, announcing he was going to find some
snacks.

While Peter was out of the room, Clay spoke to Casey. "Thanks for inviting
me to hang with you guys."

"Of course, dude. I'm kinda shy in school, but Pete and I became better
friends recently. We were talking the other day and thought maybe you'd
like to chill. You seem like you'd be fun."

"I can't believe you are drinking a beer, Casey. I would have never
guessed."

"Ya never know about people. What about you? Do you ever drink?"

"Not really. I did last summer with my cousins a few times, and I puked one
of those times, so I didn't do it for a while until recently when I went to
a party with some kids I know from another school. I drank a good amount
that night and didn't get sick."

"To be honest, this is only my second time drinking. And it tastes kinda
gross."

Clay laughed. "Yeah, it takes some getting used to."

"I've only had a few sips, and I already feel kinda funny."

"That's not fair. I'm not feeling anything." Clay started chugging the rest
of his beer.

Peter came back in with his hands full of snacks just as Clay was finishing
off the rest of the can. "Damn, Clay. I thought I was only gone for like a
minute. You're done the beer already?"

Clay belched loudly, and all three boys giggled.

Peter continued, "Feel free to grab another from the fridge."

"Will do." Clay left the room.

While Casey grabbed a bag of Sour Patch Kids, Peter tore into a big bag of
popcorn.

Clay returned with a new beer in his hand, already taking another big
swig. He plopped down on a couch and opened a bag of Doritos that Peter had
placed on the side table. He started stuffing his face. I could tell that
the alcohol was now affecting him. "Mmmm, it's so nice not to worry about
what I'm eating like during wrestling season."

I had forgotten that Clay was on the wrestling team, and I immediately
started searching on my phone for any photos of the wrestling team through
our school's photo portal. Meanwhile, I kept an eye on my laptop screen and
continued to listed to their conversation.

Peter had just made some joke that I didn't fully hear about wrestling not
being a real sport compared to baseball.

"Yeah right," Clay shot back. "You just stand there on the grass doing
nothing for 2 hours."

"At least we have uniforms that cover our bodies."

"Like I haven't heard that before. Wrestlers are stronger. How much can you
lift?"

The boys were both smiling as they teased each other. The back-and-forth
seemed friendly.

Casey spoke up before Peter could answer. "There's only one way to see
who's stronger. Peter, can we move this coffee table out of the way to make
a big space?"

As the boys rearranged my living room furniture, I turned my attention back
to my phone, where I had found an action shot of Clay in a wrestling match
this past winter. It was hot. It showed a lot of skin, most of which was
pale from usually being covered and it being the winter. His singlet
revealed a whole lot of Clay's creamy legs and thighs. And most
importantly, you could definitely make out his bulge. How had I not seen
this photo before?

Clay and Peter took another big swig of beer, before getting into position
to wrestle. I wondered who would prevail. Peter was taller and looked more
muscular than Clay, but Clay had the experience factor, of course.  They
were in that wrestling position that looks like doggie style. Peter was on
the bottom. Right before they started, Peter asked, "Are you sure you'll be
OK without the skimpy uniform?"

Clay's response was nonverbal. In a blink of an eye, he had taken out
Peter's legs and arms, and Peter was facedown on the carpet with Clay
holding him in place. But Peter showed his strength and responded quickly,
throwing Clay back and then trying to tackle him.

I watched with wide eyes as this impromptu wrestling match went on. The
only downside was that they were wearing too many clothes! My hand slipped
into my shorts, and I started stroking while watching them go at it on one
screen, while taking peeks at the photo of Clay I had found on my phone. I
somehow resisted finding the nude photo that Clay had submitted, because I
knew that would likely put me over the edge.

It turned out that the boys were pretty evenly matched. It went back and
forth for a while without a clear winner. Both 8th graders were soon out of
breath and sweaty. Peter took off his shirt and plopped down on a
couch. Clay followed by doing the same thing. Casey announced he was going
to get a soda from the kitchen. The breathless wrestlers each requested
another beer. I noticed Clay grab his crotch and adjust himself. The
wrestling must have gotten him a little excited. Not that Clay needed extra
motivation from what I had seen in class. Casey delivered the beers, and
then the three boys sat around for a bit, talking, eating, and drinking. As
more alcohol set it, they were getting louder and laughing more and
more. Clay was grabbing himself constantly. On one occasion, he actually
reached inside his shorts for a moment.

Peter suggested that they play Truth or Dare. As much as I had enjoyed the
wrestling match, which I thought was a brilliant idea by Casey, Truth or
Dare was what I was really waiting for.

"Oh my god, I think I'm a little drunk," Clay said.

Peter chuckled, "Nice, dude. Me too."

Casey acknowledged Peter's suggestion of the game. "I'm in for Truth or
Dare."

"Isn't that a game you play when there are girls?" Clay asked.

"Doesn't have to be," Peter answered. "You scared, Clay?"

"No, of course not."

"Alrighty, let's do it then. Clay, you can start."

"OK. Peter, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Um, have you had a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Have you hooked up with a girl?"

"You can't ask two questions."

"Oh come on. I think when you do truth, you should be able to ask two
follow-up questions."

Peter and Casey both agreed to Clay's suggestion.

"So, have you hooked up with a girl?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you did."

"Well, she let me touch her boobs. Actually I licked her nipples. And she
gave me a blow job."

"Oh fuck, that's hot." Clay was openly fondling his crotch again. "Did she
make you cum?"

"That's too many questions."

"Oh come on."

"Nope, you made the rules. Without rules, society will fall apart."

"Fuck you." He gave Peter a shove. Clay and Peter were sitting together on
one couch, while Casey was on the other one.

"My turn now," announced Peter. "Casey, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to get a new beer from the fridge, but don't open it. Go
outside on the front porch. Then take off your shirt, open the beer, and
take a drink for 3 seconds. After that you can come back in."

Shit. I didn't want them to go outside. Especially with a fucking beer. I
quickly sent a text to Casey and Peter, but neither of them saw it. As
Casey was about to leave, I thought of running down and stopping him, but
it wasn't worth blowing my cover from Clay. I held my breath as Casey left
the room and the other two followed. I could hear my front door open. It
was only about 20 seconds until they were back, but it seemed like
forever. Casey was shirtless now and they were all laughing. I hope none of
my neighbors saw. Teenage boys!

The three shirtless hotties were all sitting again, and it was Casey's
turn. "Clay, truth or dare?"

"Dare. Wait, no. Truth. Truth."

"OK, hmmm. What's your experience with sex stuff?"

"Not much."

"Be specific."

"OK, nothing. Just me and my left hand. Sometimes my right hand." Clay
giggled nervously.

"That's cool, dude," Peter said. "You still got plenty of time. We'll help
you get some action this summer."

"I'm always so fucking horny, though."

"Yeah, we can see that." Casey nodded toward Clay's crotch.

Clay put his hands over the bulge in his shorts. "Sorry."

Peter grabbed his own crotch. "Nothing to be sorry about, dude. We
understand, right Case?"

"Uh huh."

Clay turned toward Peter. "Truth or dare?"

"I'll do dare this time."

"I dare you to lick Casey's nipple."

"OK."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not. It's the game."

I leaned closer to my computer screen to get the best possible view. The
way this was going, I realized there might not need to be as much
persuading of Clay as we had thought.

Peter, acting all dramatic and sexy, slowly licked Casey's right
nipple. Then, for good measure, he moved his head over and licked the other
one, flicking his tongue at the end.

"Damn," Clay kinda moaned. "His nipples got hard from that."

"Just like your dick, dude." Peter flicked at Clay's crotch.

"Ow!"

"Whoa, that thing feels big. How big are you?"

"It's not your turn to ask me something."

"Well it is my turn. And I pick you. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How big are you?"

"Like 7 and a quarter."

"Holy shit!" Casey faked surprise, because of course this was not news to
them.

"No way, I don't believe you," challenged Peter. "How can we trust you?"

"I have to tell the truth. That's the game."

"Oh my god, you were the picture of the biggest dick that Mr. Davis showed
us in class?" Casey was doing a beautiful acting job.

Clay smiled proudly. "Yeah."

"We still don't know that you are that same boy. Prove it. Show us."

"That's not how the game works. Remember, Mr. Rules?"

"Whatever." Peter pretended he suddenly didn't care anymore.

"Here, look." Clay didn't pull down his shorts to show himself in the
flesh, but he wrapped the fabric of his shorts around his impressive
length, leaving little to the imagination.

"I believe you!" Casey exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm jealous," Peter added.

Then Casey asked, "Hey Pete, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to do a shot."

"OK, but only if you guys do, too."

"I'm in," said Clay.

Casey got up and started walking toward the kitchen. "I'm gonna skip this
one. But I'll get them."

Peter leaned back on the couch and stretched back his arms.

"You got pretty hairy pits, man," Clay commented.

"Yeah, most of that just grew in the last couple months. Let me see yours."

Clay lifted the arm that was closest to Peter, and Peter leaned in to
examine closely.

"Oh wow, at first I thought there wasn't much there, but you probably have
almost as much as me. It's just a very light color."

"I know, my blond hair and all."

"I never knew if blond hair on your head meant the same in other
places. What about your pubes?"

"Um, they're not really blond, but like really light brown. See?" Clay
pulled down the waistband of his shorts a couple of inches to reveal some
of his pubic patch.

This was like watching the best TV show ever.

"Oh yeah, now I remember from the picture."

"So you did believe me?"

"Yeah, of course. I was just teasing."

Casey walked back in with two regular drinking glasses, and it looked like
about an inch of liquid in each. Definitely more than a shot's worth. I
guess he couldn't find my shot glasses. I hoped they didn't drink it all at
once. I didn't want any puking or passed out boys. I wanted horny boys with
low inhibitions.

"What's in there?" Clay asked.

"Rum," Casey replied. He handed them each a glass.

"Seems like a lot," Peter commented.

"Aww, drink whatever you can, pussy," Clay teased.

They clinked glasses and lifted them to their lips, before tipping back
their heads. Somehow Clay downed the entire thing in one go. Peter did
about half.

"Here, gimme that," Casey said as he took the glass from Peter. He then
finished the rest of the rum for himself.

Each boy's face scrunched up as they drank the rum. They sat there for a
couple of minutes, giggling at everything anyone said.

Clay realized it was his turn. "Casey, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Where's the craziest place you jacked off?"

"School."

"No, shit. Where in school?"

"The bathroom in the music hallway. No one's ever in there."

"Were you watching porn or something?"

"Yeah, I had my phone with me, and I was watching a video. I shot my load
all over the floor and just left it there."

"Wow, that's badass. You're so much cooler than I thought."

"You didn't think I was cool before?"

"No, I didn't say...um...I meant..." I noticed that Clay was now starting
to slur his words more and more.

"Dude, he's just teasing," Peter interjected. They all cracked up again.

Peter then dared Clay to strip down to his boxers. Clay didn't put up an
argument. He stood up to take off his shorts, but tripped when they got
caught around his ankles. He landed on the carpet, and couldn't stop
laughing at himself. He was definitely drunk at this point. Peter and Casey
were affected by the alcohol, but still in pretty good control of their
bodies and speech.

Things were heating up and headed in the right direction. I was slowly
stroking my meat while watching the show. I had an idea and texted Peter
and Casey. I told them that one of them could dare the other to check out
what was in my bed table. I had some dildos of various sizes, and that
might provide some interesting dares. I saw Casey read my text and smile
toward the hidden camera.

It was Casey's turn. He decided to use my idea right away, and when Peter
selected "dare," he told him to go check if there was anything good in his
uncle's bed table drawer.

Peter left to take care of the task, and Clay announced that he was going
to take a piss as he stumbled away.

While I waited for Peter to get to my room, I watched Casey relaxing on the
couch with his hand down his shorts, playing with himself. Even though I
was expecting him, I jumped when Peter opened the door and came in. He
locked the door behind him and said, "Just in case Clay tries to follow
me."

"Smart. Hey, you guys having fun?"

"Hells yeah, this is awesome. I'm so glad we're doing this. Sorry if things
are a little slow, but we'll get you involved soon. Promise." Then he
hopped on the bed, lifted my shorts over my erection and went down on me,
slurping and sucking like he was starving.

"Fuck, Pete. When did you start sucking dick?"

He lifted his head for a second. "Oh, a few days ago."

"That feels so fucking good. But we have to wait." I couldn't believe I was
doing it, but I pulled his head off of my cock. Then I opened my drawer and
pulled out three different dildos. I handed them to Peter.

It was quite a sight seeing the shirtless 14-year-old holding three sex
toys. He started to get off the bed, but I pulled him back. I popped his
cock out of his shorts (he was completely boned up) and gave him a
30-second suck. "Mmmm, you taste amazing." I slapped him on the butt and
sent him along.

After Peter left the room, I ordered 2 extra-large pizzas from my phone,
and texted Casey to let him know.

Clay arrived back in the living room first. He stumbled back onto the couch
and grabbed the bag of popcorn, stuffing his face with some. I could hardly
tell what he was saying with his mouth full and the drunk slurring, but it
was something along the lines of "It was hard to piss with my boner. I
think I missed a lot."

Peter walked in with the dildos and placed them on the side table.

"Oh shit!" Casey cried out.

"Those are your uncle's?" asked Clay.

"I guess. I mean, he lives alone, so they can only be his."

"What does he do with them?" questioned Clay.

"What do you think?" Peter pointed toward his own asshole.

"Woooow..."

Casey announced that he had ordered some pizza. Clay and Peter cheered.

"My turn!" Clay screamed, way too loudly. "Peter, dare or dare?" He started
laughing at himself.

"Um, truth?"

"No! You have to pick dare."

"OK, fine. Dare."

"Go jack off in the bathroom."

"Eww, I'm not jerking off in there with all your piss all over the place. I
heard you saying that just now when I walked in."

"But the ruuuules..."

"I know. I'll just do it here in the living room though."

"Whoa, um, ok...that's cool."

"But I need something to wank off to."

Casey spoke up. "Looks like we can mirror from a phone to the TV."

"Ooh, I have a perfect video." There was an obscene tent in Clay's
boxers. I wasn't sure how his dick hadn't ripped through the fly hole. He
got out his phone and started looking for the video, presumably. Meanwhile,
absentmindedly playing with himself whenever he wasn't using two hands on
the phone. After a minute or two, he shouted out, "Found it! How do I get
it on the TV?"

"Here, I'll do it," Casey offered.

A minute later the video was starting to play, and all three boys were
leaning back on the couch with their hands down their shorts. Or in Clay's
case, down his boxers. They weren't boxer briefs, just normal boxers, but
they were really tight on him. Solid black in color.

*** The video took place in a school. There was a young male student
sitting by himself. Maybe he was 18, given that it was legit porn, but he
looked like he could go for 15 or 16. Cute as fuck. There was also a female
teacher wearing a skimpy dress. She had huge breasts that were barely being
held in her dress and looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. On the
chalkboard, it said "Miss Johnson" and "Extra Math Help."

Miss Johnson: I'm so glad you came for help, Spencer.

She leaned over onto his desk, her chest inches from the boy.

Spencer: Yeah my grade has been sucking balls, big time.

The teacher giggled as she went to pick up a piece of chalk. She wrote an
algebraic equation on the board.

Miss Johnson: Would you like to come up to the board and try this problem?

She held the chalk out. The boy got up and approached the blackboard,
accepting the chalk from his teacher. He started writing some work under
the equation.

Miss Johnson: Oh, no, no, no, Spencer. You can't show your work like
that. Here, let me help.

She walked up directly behind him, very close. Practically pressing up
against him. She was wearing high heels and was several inches taller than
him. She put her hand over his, and started guiding him to write the
correct steps of solving the equation.

Miss Johnson: Remember, whatever you do to one side, you must do to the
other. Now you try.

She let go of him and stepped aside again. While he started writing on his
own again, she pulled one of her breasts out from its not-so-secure home in
the dress.

Miss Johnson: That's so much better, Spencer. Great job!

He turned to look at her and saw her exposed breast. He had trouble finding
the words to tell her, as he stood there staring with his mouth hanging
open.

Spencer: Uh, Miss Johnson...your, um, dress...

She looked down and feigned surprise.

Miss Johnson: Oh my! How embarrassing. This happens sometimes, because my
breasts are just so big. I can never find clothes that fit. Can you please
help me get it back in?

She stepped up close to him and just stood there waiting for him to make a
move.

Spencer: Oh, I don't think I should.

Miss Johnson: Please help me. I'll be forever grateful.

He swallowed hard. Slowly he lifted his arm and stretched it out. He spread
his fingers and placed his hand directly on her exposed breast.

Miss Johnson: Oh, Spencer! That feels so good. Your soft hand on my
skin. Have you touched a woman's breast before?

Spencer: No, Miss. I've only just started high school.

Miss Johnson: What does that have to do with anything?

Spencer: I'm just really young, that's all.

Miss Johnson: Well, you look like you could pleasure a girl...or a
woman. Can you actually take my other breast out of my dress? It feels
uncomfortable with one in and one out.

He did as he was asked, and gently freed her other breast.

Miss Johnson: Now keep one hand on each, and play with my nipples.

He did.

Miss Johnson: That feels amazing, Spencer. Now would you like to put one in
your mouth?

Spencer: I don't think I should. Isn't that wrong?

Miss Johnson: I'm the teacher, so whatever I say is OK.

Spencer: If you say so.

The boy started slowly, but then his shy personality quickly went away once
he got a taste. He started going to town on one of her breasts.

Miss Johnson: Remember, what you do to one side you must do to the
other. Just like the equation.

As her student sucked on her tits, the teacher took off her dress. Suddenly
all she was wearing were panties and high heels. She slipped her hand into
her underwear, and started rubbing herself.

Miss Johnson: Oh, Spencer. My pussy is so wet. Come on and feel.

She took his hand and put it inside her panties. He was still sucking on
her breasts, now switching back and forth.

Miss Johnson: Oh fuck. You feel how wet I am? Now stick your finger inside
of me. Make it the middle one.

The forbidden sex play continued as the teacher moaned.

Miss Johnson: Spencer, wiggle your finger and add a second one. And do you
feel that nub there? Play with my clit, bad boy.

Spencer now took it upon himself to start licking down her chest toward her
waist. She guided him to his knees, and helped him take off her
underwear. She was completely shaved. The student started flicking his
tongue in her pussy, and she screamed with delight. After a few minutes,
she pulled him up to a standing position again, and they started French
kissing.

Miss Johnson: Mmmm. You are a natural. Now, I want to see all of you.

He didn't hesitate, and started ripping off all of his clothes, until he
was completely naked. A very good-looking boy. Even though the hair on his
head was light brown, his pubic bush was dark and full. His abs were
defined nicely, and he was very smooth. His dick was uncut and of average
length, but seemed quite thick. It was sticking out and a bit up. His balls
were small, but hung low. They were very cute.

Now it was the teacher's turn to get on her knees, as she enveloped her
student's cock in her mouth, using her hand to jerk the base at the same
time she sucked him off. She was noisy and aggressive. He had to hold onto
the teacher's desk to steady himself.

After a couple of minutes of servicing his cock and balls, she removed her
face from his body and looked up at him with big eyes and slobber all over
his face.

Miss Johnson: I need you inside me now. Not just your finger. Your cock. I
want you to fuck me hard, virgin boy.

She walked over to one of the student desks, which was lower than her own
desk, and sat on top. She spread her legs. She was still wearing her high
heel shoes. Spencer followed her, jerking his dick with one hand. They
worked together to get his cock lined up properly, and he pushed in.  ***

I was jolted back to reality when I heard Clay scream out. His body was
practically convulsing as his hand was furiously working inside his
boxers. Peter was doing the same, but at some point he must have taken off
his underwear! He was on my couch 100% nude now. Casey's hand was also
working his boyhood, but his shorts were still on.

Clay let out a few more grunts and then collapsed back, breathing heavy,
his hand finally motionless, though hidden inside his boxers still. Clearly
he had shot his load. I wished I had seen it, but hopefully there'd be
another round in him. According to his survey, that should not be a
problem.

On the screen, the boy student was now fucking the woman teacher. He was
going at it like a jackhammer. I knew since this was a porn video, he was
likely not a virgin, but as I stroked my own cock, I pretended that he was,
like the story had suggested.

Clay was now looking over at Peter, and he asked, "You gonna cum soon?"

"Yeah...getting close...but trying to do it the same time the boy in the
video does."

"Do you like watching him?"

"Dude...this is fucking hot! Oh my god...look at him...pounding her hard."

Now I was looking back and forth between my boys and the video. Clay was
still mostly staring at Peter, and I caught him licking his lips. "You got
a nice dick, Pete."

"Thanks, man."

"Is that gay of me to say?"

"No, I don't mind at all."

On the screen, the teacher was screaming her head off, probably
exaggerating, but it was still really hot seeing the boy thrust over and
over. The camera did a close-up of his dick going in and out of her
vagina. Then there was a shot from behind the boy, his butt cheeks flexing
as he fucked her. You can see his balls swinging back and forth. He was
grunting loudly each time he pushed forward.

"You have so much precum, Pete," Casey commented.

"You guys like...watching me? You like...my cock?" Peter started jerking
faster, and it sounded like the porn boy was getting closer to shooting
inside his teacher.

Casey was squirming around. Clay looked like he was already jerking off
again. And I was really starting to go at it myself and getting those
tingly feelings. I wanted to hold off, but this was so hot, I was starting
to lose my self-control.

The teacher was yelling for her student to "fuck me hard" and "I want you
to cum inside me!"

Spencer pushed his hips all the way into the woman and stopped pumping. He
screamed out, "Ahhhh!! Fuuuuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! FUUUUCK!"

That put Peter over the edge. His whole body stiffened, his legs straight
out in front of him, and he shot his first rope of cum all the way to the
top of his heaving chest. Then two more significant shots, before about
five more small ones. I lost it when I saw Peter shooting off. I tried not
to call out as I covered myself with cum.

"Damn, Pete!" I heard Clay's voice. "That was actually really hot."

Suddenly Casey was moaning loudly as he creamed his shorts. I could
actually see the wet spot form on the front of his royal blue basketball
shorts.

The video had ended, and there was a matrix of new videos to choose from on
the screen.

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

So far this afternoon was fucking awesome. I was really buzzed from most of
a beer and some rum. I could tell Peter was also. Clay had had more to
drink than either of us, and I think he was drunk. It was so hot watching
him jerk off, but we still hadn't seen his dick. Peter had taken off all
his clothes. He wasn't shy at all. I creamed my shorts after seeing Pete
shoot off. I couldn't stop smiling. This was already such a fun day, and we
had all night to go.

*End of Chapter 21*

Much more to come with the sleepover! Sorry to cut it there, but the
chapter was getting long.

Thanks to everyone who filled out the survey from last time. I've gotten 75
responses so far, and here are some results.

Favorite boy: Casey got almost 50% of the votes, then Clay with 14%, Hayden
with 12%, and Peter/JJ each with 11%.

Favorite man: Owen Davis by far was the winner with 76% of the
votes. Second place to Peter's neighbor, followed by DA Hunt. Sorry, John
Pan -- not many people like you.

Age distribution was 20% under 20, 33% in your 20s, 16% in your 30s, 9% in
your 40s, and 9% in your 50s/60s.

Thanks for all the comments, too. Your feedback is appreciated. My favorite
comment was probably "How dare you make us choose only one?" Ha!

I created a second survey to allow you to pick your favorite scene(s). Feel
free to check off as many as you want. The list of scenes also acts like a
nice index to find which chapter a certain scene is in.

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/LPFTDKW

Owen
odavis120@mail.com

Link to my other story:
www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/he-brought-his-own-balls

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