Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2019 21:11:18 +0200 From: Owen Davis Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 22 (Gay - Adult Youth) Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation Chapter 22 *** From Casey's point of view *** Once I was recovered from my intense orgasm, I got up and found some tissues for Peter to clean himself up. After swiping the boy goo from his chest, he slid his boxer briefs up. I was the only one not in my underwear. "My turn," Peter said. "Truth or dare, Clay?" "Dare." "When the pizza comes, you have to answer the door in your boxers and with one hand inside of them." "Oh shit, are you fucking serious?" "Definitely." "That's gonna be sooooo embarrassing. But yeah OK!" Clay was slurring his words and was clearly messed up from the alcohol. "My turn," I announced. "Peter, truth or dare?" "Truth." "What did you answer on the survey in science class for how gay you are on a scale of 1 to 10?" "I put 5." "Wow, so does that mean you want to suck my dick?" Clay asked Peter while giggling. "I don't have to answer that." Peter had a huge grin when he said that. "It is my turn, but I'm going to ask Casey what he put for the scale." "I didn't answer truth or dare, dude!" I responded. "Oh yeah!" Clay started cracking himself up, and he couldn't stop laughing for the better part of a minute. Once Clay was able to catch his breath, I took my own deep breath and decided to just answer what he wanted, "I put 10 on the survey." "Wait! Is 10 straight or gay?" "Gay." "Whoa, dude. I had no idea. I'm totally cool with that, of course." It was Peter's turn. "What about you, Clay, truth or dare?" "You want me to pick truth, don't you?" "Whatever you want, dude." "Truth." "What did you answer on the survey?" "I put 3." Peter already knew that information, because I had told him, but he faked being surprised. "Oh wow! So none of us put completely straight. That's funny." So now everyone knew. Did that mean we were all gonna mess around with each other now? It was my turn in the game. I turned to Peter and asked him, "Truth or dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to touch Clay's balls." Neither Clay or Peter said anything. Peter got closer to Clay and then put his hand on Clay's abs. Clay's whole body shuddered for a second. Peter started sliding his fingers down and under the waistband of Clay's boxers. DING DONG! We all jumped when the doorbell rang. My heart was beating so fast. Once we recovered from the initial surprise, we all started laughing. Peter had pulled his hand off of Clay, and now he reminded Clay that he was required to answer the door. I was surprised that in Clay's current state he remembered that part of the dare from a few minutes ago was that he needed to have one hand down his boxers while he answered the door. Peter and I had a perfect view of the front door while sitting on the couches. We leaned back to enjoy the show. Clay stumbled toward the door, one hand down his boxer shorts. The doorbell rang again right before Clay reached it, which made him jump again. With his free hand, he tried to open the door, but it didn't open. He fumbled with the lock for a few seconds and finally swung it open. A delivery guy stood there holding our two pizzas. He was a black dude, skinny, looked to be around 18. "Good evening, sir," he started to say, but then noticed what he was looking at. "Oh!" Peter and I started cracking up, and the delivery guy looked over toward us. "Um, hey ya'll." He was looking back and forth between all of us. "Where would you like the pies?" Peter spoke up. "Can you put them over here on the table?" The delivery guy stepped into the house and then walked into the living room. As he put down the pizza boxes, he asked, "You guys having a party?" I noticed him looking at the beer cans. "Just chilling," Peter answered. "Cool. Well, the pizza is already paid for but just not the tip. Um, not that you have to tip me." "We don't have any cash. Want a beer? Maybe after your shift?" "Um, well I am done my shift with this delivery actually. But wait. How old are you guys?" "21, of course." "No way, you don't even look 15." Clay had stumbled back into the living room and plopped back on a couch. Suddenly he whipped his dick out of his boxers and wrapped his hand around the long shaft. "Look at this bad boy." He waved his dick around a few times. "How old do you think I am?" The delivery guy stood there in shock for a few seconds, and then started hurrying toward the still-open front door. "Um, I should go, actually. Have a good night." And just like that, he was gone, and we started laughing our asses off. Clay let go of his dick to reach for a pizza box, but his massive meat and balls stayed in place outside of his boxer shorts. Peter and I were staring at it and giving each other looks. It looked like a really uncomfortable position. I thought he should probably take off the boxers completely at this point. (Purely for his own comfort, of course.) But for now, the smell of the pizza overwhelmed us, and soon all three of us were wolfing down a few slices each. Clay was making a mess, with crumbs and even some tomato sauce on his chest. His dick had mostly deflated while we ate, and suddenly his whole package slipped back into his boxers on its own. I wanted to get Mr. Davis some pizza, so I told Clay that he should probably clean up in the bathroom and that he probably had to pee, too. "Oh yeah, I do have to piss again!" Ah, the power of suggestion. He went stumbling into the bathroom. While he was in there, I grabbed a box that had 3 slices left and ran it upstairs to Mr. D. "Is his dick as beautiful in person?" Mr. Davis asked me when I entered his bedroom. "You don't even know. But you will soon! Don't worry. Hang in there." I hurried back down so I wouldn't have to explain to Clay why I had gone upstairs again. I grabbed some sodas from the kitchen, and soon we were all sitting and relaxing again. This time all three of us were on one couch, shoulders and legs sometimes bumping into one another. Clay was in the middle. "Peter," I said. "You gonna complete the dare now?" "Oh yeah!" He brushed his hands together, and then placed his right hand over Clay's belly button area, before sliding his entire hand into Clay's boxers. He must have been feeling Clay's pubes and probably his dick. I was so hard and horny watching this unfold. I put my own hand in my shorts and started rolling around my balls, pretending that it was Peter or Clay's hand feeling me. "Fuck, dude," Clay moaned. "I've never had anyone touching me there. Your hand feels so good, I'm gonna spunk again real fast." "Take off your boxers. It's hard to reach your nuts." Clay did not hesitate to follow Peter's request, although he did have some trouble actually getting his boxers off his legs. I helped him get them all the way off, and then I stuffed his boxers between me and the arm rest. Jerking my dick now, I watched as Peter took Clay's balls in his hand and rubbed them. They were normal size I guess, which only made his dick look bigger to me. It was quite thick, too, now that I was just inches away from it. He was completely hard, and every so often he would give it a few tugs, but he mostly was lying back, eyes closed, enjoying Peter's fondling of his balls. I started thinking about Clay fucking me with his huge tool. It would probably hurt more than Mr. Davis. Peter took his hand away from Clay's body, and Clay's eyes shot open. "Don't stop." "That was my dare. Now it's your turn." "Truth or dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to suck me off. Till I cum." "Skipping handjobs and going straight to blowjobs? Nice. What about Casey?" "OK. I dare you to suck us both off." "Fine with me." Peter then got on the floor on his knees in front of Clay. He put a hand on top of each of Clay's legs and spread them apart so that he could get closer. When Peter leaned over and attempted to take Clay's monster cock in his wide-open mouth, I almost blew my load right there. I quickly removed my hands from my dick. I didn't want to spew before feeling Peter's mouth on me again. I thought back to that night in the hotel room when Mr. Davis made Peter and me sixty-nine with each other. I slid off my shorts and underwear so that I was naked and ready. Peter was trying to take as much of Clay down his throat as possible. Every so often he'd make a gagging sound when I guess he tried to do too much. It was pretty impressive-looking to me. Clay was fucking loving it. His head was all the way back and his eyes were closed. His arms were at his sides. He moaned and said things like "fuck yeah, Peter" and "take my cock, bitch." Peter had one hand at the base of Clay's dick, sometimes pumping it a little, sometimes rubbing Clay's pubes. Peter's other hand was running all over Clay's chest. "Fuck, dude! This is...fucking...incredible!" Clay cried out. "I'm gonna blast in your mouth, man. I'm close." Peter pulled off and took his hands from Clay's body as well. "Dude!" Peter had to swallow a bunch of saliva before he could talk. "Sorry, gotta swap to Casey now. It was your dare to include him." He crawled the couple of feet over to me, and I spread my legs for him. He dove right in and took my whole length at once. After dealing with Clay's impressive schlong, mine must have seemed easy to take. Peter noticed Clay reach to jack himself off, and he batted Clay's hand away. Clay whined and mumbled something, but he obeyed. As Peter started really going at it on my dick, I knew I wasn't gonna last very long. I reached over to stroke Clay's chest, which he seemed to enjoy. My hand went up to his face. I was surprised how smooth his face felt even though his dick was adult-sized. I ran my hand through his blond hair. It was wet with sweat. His eyes were closed, and I took the opportunity to take his boxers from where I had stashed them next to me and pressed them to my face. They were still wet from when he came in them earlier. I breathed in the scent. It was even better than I thought it could be, but maybe that's because I was on the verge of my climax. The smell was a wonderful combination of fresh cum, general body odor, a little butt, and just Clay. I loved it. Suddenly I felt my orgasm coming. There wasn't even time to warn Peter. I just started grunting loudly in a high-pitched voice. I probably sounded like a girl, but I didn't fucking care. It felt so good. My whole body tensed up, and I felt like I was squeezing out a huge load of cum. "Uhhahhh!!!" I screamed out in ecstasy as I filled my friend's hot mouth with my cum. After about 5 spurts, I was done, but Peter was still sucking on my hard pole, and I could feel him swallowing my load at the same time. I had to put my hand on his head to stop him. He looked up at me with an open mouth. I could see some white cum still in his mouth. It was such a hot scene. "Me, me me!" Clay called out. Peter went back to the drunken sex-crazed boy and took him back in his mouth again. As Peter worked to finish Clay off, I sat there almost completely spent, but I continued to feel up Clay's body to help make his experience as intense as possible. Two boys working to pleasure him at the same time. "Ooooh!! FUUUUUUCK!!" Clay yelled his head off as he wasn't able to hold back any longer. His hips pushed up so that almost all 7-plus inches were inside of Peter's mouth as he started releasing his second load of the afternoon/evening. Peter started choking, both from the big dick stuck in his mouth and the blasts of cum that were now filling him as well. Clay's body convulsed with each blast. It was such a hot scene watching Clay and Peter. I'm sure Mr. Davis was upstairs creaming on his bed right now. Somehow my dick was hard again, even though it was a bit raw. While Clay and I recovered from our intense orgasms, Peter lay down on the floor and stuck his hand in his boxers. I was feeling bad that we hadn't gotten Mr. Davis involved yet. Since I had no idea what Clay's reaction would be to interacting with Mr. Davis in a sexual way (and to finding out that we had lied about this being Peter's uncles house), we were going to have to follow through with the plan to blindfold Clay. That might be fun anyway. I got down on the floor and crawled on top of Peter, so that I was lying exactly on top of him. I could feel his hard dick rub against my body. I leaned down and nuzzled my face in his neck and whispered in his ear. "Thank you for that. You are so fucking hot. We should get Mr. D down here. How about you dare Clay to wear a blindfold and do something random." I ground my hips into him a few times and then rolled off. Peter stood up and announced, "I'll be right back. Oh, and Clay, truth or dare?" "Huh? Oh. Dare." Peter ran up the stairs. "You having fun?" I asked Clay. "This is the best day of my life, dude." I laughed. "Pretty fucking awesome." Peter came back a couple of minutes later with part of a sheet that had been ripped. He stopped in front of Clay and stood there. "I dare you to put on this blindfold for the next hour." "Will I still get to do other fun stuff?" "Yeah." "OK." Peter sat down next to Clay again and tied the ripped sheet around Clay's head so that he could no longer see. "My turn," I said. "Clay, truth or dare?" "Me again? I guess dare." "I dare you to give Peter a foot job." "Huh?" "Think about it." "Um, like rub his dick with my feet? That's so weird. But OK. I guess that sounds hot. But you have to help me, cuz I can't see shit." Peter and I turned our heads when we saw Mr. Davis appear quietly walking down the stairs into the living room. Peter got up from the couch, and moved Clay over to the end spot where he had been sitting. He took off Clay's socks and sat down in front of him. Clay's feet looked bigger than I would have thought for a 5'7'' 8th grade boy. They were maybe size 10 or 11. "OK, I'm down here, and Casey is going to help get your feet into position." Peter then got up and motioned to Mr. Davis to take his place on the carpet in front of Clay. Mr. Davis stripped off his boxer briefs so that he was nude and sat down on the floor. I moved into the middle of the couch and Peter sat down on the other end, where I had been. "OK, Clay," I said as I reached down and grabbed his legs. The fine hairs on his legs made them so soft, and I think I let out a little moan as I guided his legs toward Mr. Davis's dick, which was at full attention. Maybe he hadn't jacked off watching Peter give Clay and me head. "Now, use your feet to jerk Peter off." Clay started moving his legs and feet to slide up and down Mr. Davis's long shaft. There was a cute look of concentration on Clay's face. Mr. Davis was lying with his legs straight out and propped up on his elbows. So far it looked like he was enjoying it. While I let them go at it for a bit, I whispered to Peter that the boxers sitting next to him were Clay's. He brought them up to his face and breathed in deeply. Then he mouthed to me, "Hot." I tugged on Peter's boxers to tell him to take them off. After he did, we were all completely nude. Well, except Peter and I had on socks still. Peter was rock hard. I loved looking at his dick and balls. They were just perfect in every way. I grabbed a hold and started jerking him using a tight grip. He gasped a little bit, trying not to make too much noise. I could tell he loved it though. I realized that if we changed positions and got down on the carpet with Mr. Davis, Peter could moan, and Clay would think it was because of the foot job. I guided Peter to the floor with me, so that his head was right near Mr. Davis's head. Then I French-kissed Peter for a minute before licking down his neck and chest until I got to his dick. I swallowed his beautiful cock as far down as I could. Then I came back up and worked on his dick head for a bit, flicking my tongue around the part I thought was most sensitive. He started moaning, which made me to happy to hear as I pleasured him. Mr. Davis sat up higher at one point and reached out to touch Clay's dick. I don't blame him for not being able to wait any longer. It had been soft (very rare for Clay, I think!), but after Mr. Davis played with it for a few seconds, Clay was boned back up again. At first I think Clay was having trouble finding the right way to work Mr. Davis's cock with his feet, but then it looked like he had found a good rhythm. Mr. Davis was loving it, but I could tell he was trying hard not to moan loud enough for Clay to identify the adult voice. I used my teeth softly on Peter, and that seemed to drive him really wild. Soon I felt him getting close, and I waited to feel him shoot into my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my body with both hands to help brace himself against his powerful orgasm. He grunted loudly and erupted onto my tongue. I swallowed each glob of Peter's cum as fast as I could. Even though this was this was his second load in the past couple hours, it still felt like so much, and I was proud of myself for taking it all down. Just then Mr. Davis started twitching in a way that made me think he was getting close. I was impressed that the foot job was able to bring him all the way. Although Clay was super-hot and I knew how much Mr. Davis was looking forward to messing around with him, so it made sense how horny he was. Mr. Davis tried to hold on to Clay's cock, but his own body wouldn't let him sit up, and he ended up lying back completely flat as Clay's feet finished him off. Cum erupted like a volcano from Mr. Davis's cock and landed all over Clay's large feet. It was a really hot scene, and I found myself playing with my own dick again. "Eww I can feel your cum, Pete. It's getting in my toes." "I'll clean you up," Peter said. "Don't worry. Just lie back." He motioned to Mr. Davis to do the honors, and Mr. D gladly started slurping between Clay's toes. I imagined they were pretty raunchy after a full day, but Mr. Davis loved licking them up. "Can I take the blindfold off now?" "Nope," Peter answered. "It has to be a full hour." "Fine. Hey Casey, truth or dare?" His head looked over toward where I had been sitting. He didn't realize I was part of a group of two boys and a man sitting in front of him. I got up and moved back to the couch and answered, "Truth." "Fuck. I was hoping I could dare you to take off the blindfold." "You can't use one dare to undo another dare," said Peter. "Oh. Well, Casey, would you let me fuck you?" "Yes." "Oh man, that's so hot. Wait, have you...has someone fucked you before?" "Yes." "Who?" Shit, our stupid rule allowing two follow-ups. Mr. Davis and I looked at each other. I know I was supposed to tell the truth, but I couldn't tell him about Mr. Davis. I had to lie. "You don't know him. We met online." "Wow, that's so cool." It was Peter's turn, and I pointed to remind him of the dildos on the side table. They were three different sizes. The smallest was pretty small. It was like the size of my dick back when I was in like 5th grade, kinda like the size of a big adult finger. The medium one was maybe about the same as my dick now, and the biggest one was around the size of Mr. D or Clay. "Clay, truth or dare?" "Truth." Peter and I looked at each other in disappointment. The dildos would have to wait a little longer. "OK, would you let me fuck you?" "Oh wow, um, I dunno. I've never had anything, ya know, up there." "You never fingered yourself?" "Well like once kinda, but not really. I got scared it was gonna hurt." "Well, would you let me or Casey finger you?" "Uh, maybe?" "You gotta answer." "Fine, I'd let you try...until I said stop." "And you didn't answer about taking my dick in your ass." "I think I have to say `no' to that." My turn again. "Pete, truth or dare?" "Dare!" "I dare you..." I paused for dramatic effect. "...to stick your uncle's small dildo in Clay's butt for 5 minutes." "Oh shit..." Clay mumbled. "This is gonna be so weird. But fuck it. Bring it on!" I tossed Peter the smaller of the fake dicks. He crawled over closer to Clay and reached up toward Clay's mouth. "First you gotta suck on it to lube it up." He poked it at Clay's lips, and Clay opened his mouth to take it in. There was something really hot about watching the blindfolded boy suck on the toy. Peter motioned for Mr. Davis to take over handling the dildo, which he did. He worked it in and out of Clay's mouth for another 30 seconds, while Peter encouraged him to "get it all slobbery, dude!" Finally, it was time for the big moment. Mr. Davis took Clay's leg's and pushed them back, bending him practically in half. Peter and I got right next to Clay's butt to get the up-close-and-personal view. His asshole area was completely hairless, and his hole actually looked like a hole. I'd seen plenty of assholes on the internet that were more of a wrinkled thing, but this was just a single hole. As Mr. Davis approached with the little dildo, I was shivering from being so excited. The tip of the fake dick made contact near Clay's hole, and I noticed him squeeze, which made his little hole close and open again. Even though this was the smallest of the dildos, it still looked like it would be hard for it to fit in his tiny opening. And then, without any warning or anything, Mr. Davis pushed it in. "YEOW!! That feels...so weird." Mr. Davis held it still for a little bit. Then he began a back-and-forth motion. I didn't want to blink and miss a moment. Every bit of this was so exciting. Watching Clay's body squirm around, watching the excitement and lust on both Mr. Davis's and Peter's faces, and best of all, watching the pink skin of Clay's hole grab hold of the dildo as it made its way in and out, over and over again. "How does it feel?" Peter asked. "I...dunno. It's kinda cool, I guess. Isn't is supposed to make me feel like really good?" I answered. "Well, if it hits a certain spot inside, then it definitely will feel amazing." "Thanks, gay boy." "Excuse me, bi boy?" "I'm just teasing...OH MY GOD!" Mr. Davis was pumping much faster now. Sometimes the dildo would slip out completely, but then he'd slam it right back in. Clay's whole body was rocking back and forth as Mr. D dildo-fucked him. At one point when the little dildo came out of Clay's hole, Mr. Davis quickly replaced it with his finger. And he handed me the dildo. Mr. Davis continued fucking Clay, but now with his finger. I brought the dildo up to my face and smelled it. I was expecting it to smell like shit, but it really didn't. Maybe Clay hadn't used his hole for that purpose since he last bathed. But it did smell a little raunchy, like normal teen boy ass sweat smell. I liked it, and I decided to taste it. It was the kinda thing where I felt like I should have hated the taste, but just knowing that it was from Clay's special place, that made me love it. And my dick was throbbing from everything that my senses were taking in. "Wait, why does it feel different now?" Clay asked. "It's, like, moving around inside me or something. Oh my god, is that your finger, dude?" Peter laughed. "You know it! I'm trying to find that special spot Casey was talking about. It's gonna make you cum so hard, man." Mr. Davis was wiggling his finger every which way, and then he added a second finger, which made Clay flinch. "What are you doing now? Wait, isn't my 5 minutes up?" "Yeah, that's why I switched to my finger, `cause your dildo time was over." "Are you gonna stop fingering me now?" "Only if you want me to." "Well, I guess you can keep going for now. Casey, truth or dare?" "Dare," I replied. "I dare you to sit on my dick." Ho-ly shit! "You mean like, you wanna fuck me?" I clarified. "Yes. Ow! What are you doing to me, Pete?" Peter didn't answer. Mr. Davis kept finger-fucking him. And I started to mount my blond-haired friend. I didn't even want to prepare my hole. I wanted to feel all of him right away. He was only half-hard, and I used some spit to lube him up, quickly getting him back to full size. Then I squatted over his cock, and used one hand to line him up with my hole. Very slowly, I let my 103-pound body lower onto Clay's man-sized dick. As soon as I felt his cockhead pop inside of my butthole, my whole body got tingly. Clay and I moaned loudly at the exact same time, and then we laughed at that. This was just so much fun. I sat down more, letting several inches of the thick cock slide into me. I was still pretty new to taking-it-up-the-ass, but what I found out from my experience so far was that there wasn't really anything to be scared of. In my mind, I always expected it to hurt, but really it wasn't bad. And then once it got going, it felt really good. When I first figured out that I was probably gay a year or two ago, I always thought I would be a "top," but it was looking more and more like I was gonna be both. I mean, maybe because I was so small still, that's why people were expecting me to be a "bottom," but I really was starting to look forward to it. Clay felt really thick to me. Probably more than Mr. Davis! How was that possible? He was in my grade...frickin' middle school! Lucky bastard. I know, I know, size doesn't matter. That might be bull. I was turned on more by big dicks for sure. Suddenly I realized that I wasn't holding myself up anymore, and I was sitting all the way down on Clay. I had his whole dick in my ass! Clay was grunting and groaning and cursing a lot. "FUUUUCK, Casey! I knew that I wanted...to have sex...really bad...but...I didn't know it would feel this fucking good. You are...so fucking tight...so good...I don't know how you took all my dick inside you. Oh my god! Fuck! Pete, keep doing that in my ass...with your finger. Do you have more than one in there? I don't even fucking care anymore. It's feeling...really good now." I was facing Clay's head, and I looked back to see Mr. Davis still fingering Clay really hard. He was also now sucking off Peter, who was half lying down next to him. Soon I was starting to bounce up and down on Clay's hard pole. My hands were on his chest, which was really sexy (and sweaty). I had the urge to kiss him, and I leaned down to press my lips to his. He was surprised at first, especially because he couldn't see me with the blindfold, of course. And he put his hands on my chest to push me away, but he didn't push too hard, and I took that to mean that I should keep trying to get him into it. Sure enough, he gave in, and before I knew it, we were really going at it, wildly kissing with tongues everywhere. I didn't want this to ever end. Peter's voice caused me to break the kiss and come up for air. "Clay, truth or dare?" "Huh? Oh, uh, dare." "I dare you to take a bigger dildo up your butt." "OK, whatever." He pulled me back down for more kissing, as he continued to fuck me. But I wanted to see what was happening behind me. I broke the kiss. "Sorry I just need to change positions for a minute," I whispered into his ear. "You're so fucking hot, by the way. Keep pounding my ass with your monster cock." Without letting Clay's dick leave my asshole, I spun myself around so that I was facing Mr. Davis and Peter. Mr. D had taken his fingers out of Clay's butt. I pointed to the other two dildos still on the side table, but Mr. Davis shook his head. Instead, he was getting up on his knees and lining his cock up to Clay's ass! Holy shit, our teacher was going to fuck Clay without Clay knowing it? He was secretly taking his virginity. This was crazy. But so fucking hot. I was so excited, still bouncing up and down on Clay, as I waited to see it happen. Mr. Davis had one hand on his dick, and the other hand was on Clay's left butt cheek, pulling it to the side. I reached down to help pull his cheeks apart. I leaned down a little bit and had a perfect view of his hole. It was really red and actually looked a lot bigger than before. I guess after all the time with the dildo and Mr. Davis's fingers, it was basically trained to be open now? Mr. D touched the head of his dick to Clay's hole and then pressed his hips forward until his boner started sliding inside my friend. He kept going and going until most of it had disappeared. Oh my god. He was actually inside of Clay. Clay was still making a lot of noises, and it was hard to tell what was a reaction to the new invader in his ass or the pleasure he was getting by fucking me. "Oh fuck," Clay moaned. "Pete...is that the middle dildo...oh my fucking god...or the biggest one?" "It's the big one," Peter answered, as he got up on his knees and crawled up right behind Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis took my head in his hands and brought me in for a kiss. Then Peter stuck his head in our kiss, and we did a 3-way kiss for a moment before Peter whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Mr. Davis." "Wait," Mr. Davis whispered back. "Are you clean?" "Of course." Mr. Davis didn't know that Peter had sex with his neighbor, but I wasn't going to say anything at this point. "Well, you're bigger than Casey, so go slow." "What are you guys whispering about?" Clay asked. Peter answered. "We're just talking about how sexy you are." "Damn straight." Peter was getting ready behind Mr. Davis, and Mr. D and I were kissing again as he pumped his dick in and out of Clay. Mr. Davis got pushed forward into Clay and me as Peter stuck his dick in our sexy teacher. I realized that we were all now joined together: Peter inside Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis inside Clay, and Clay inside me. This was amazing. With all four of us going at it, and all the grunting and moaning, Mr. Davis was able to let out some of the sounds he wanted to make, without Clay knowing it was him. For quite a bit of time, we were all fucking. Since everyone had already cum (us boys twice each), that allowed it to go on for a while. At one point, I turned back around to kiss Clay some more, and I noticed Mr. Davis turned his head back to kiss Peter. I was jerking my cock and Clay continued to pound away at my ass. I felt myself getting close, but it was Clay who blew his load first, letting out a huge cry and blasting at least several shots of cum deep inside me. After that, Clay's sweaty body went limp on the couch as Mr. Davis kept pushing and pulling his cock in and out of his ass. I was next, and I yelled out loudly enough to cover any sound Mr. Davis was making as he got close himself. There wasn't very much cum that came out of my dick this time, but a few clear globs spurted out onto Clay's chest. It still felt just as intense. I slid off of Clay and sat back on the couch next to him. Meanwhile, I could tell that Mr. Davis was cumming inside of Clay! I wondered if Clay could feel it happening? He didn't say anything, though, and just lay there dozing off. After Mr. Davis pulled out, he lay down on the carpet on his stomach, and Peter kept fucking him from behind until he emptied his third load into Mr. D. That's the last thing I remember seeing before I dozed off. ***** I woke up and looked around. Clay was sleeping next to me on the couch, still blindfolded. Peter was asleep on the floor. Mr. Davis was gone from the room. Reaching to the table next to the couch, I picked up the other two dildos. I tossed the big one onto the carpet in front of the couch and held on to the medium one. It wasn't long before Clay and Peter both woke up. "Truth or dare, Clay?" I said. He yawned. "Are we still playing? I'll do dare, but give me a minute." I took off his blindfold and smiled at him. "Don't worry, it doesn't take place until Monday." I handed him the medium dildo. "I dare you to go to school on Monday with this in your ass." *End of Chapter 22* Thank you again to everyone who filled out one of the surveys. It's both fun and useful to read your feedback. Keep in mind that everyone has different likes and dislikes. Some of you specifically mention things you don't like that other people said they love! So, I'll have to be the tiebreaker when considering what to include in future chapters/stories. I just don't want you to think I'm ignoring your feedback. I wish I could have responded to some of you, but there wasn't a way. Maybe I should have included a spot for email address in the surveys. But remember, you can always email me if you want to communicate directly about anything! The top 10 scenes as voted on by 58 people were: 1. Peter and the neighbor-stranger that picks him up in the car: Peter gets $ for various acts including getting fucked (Ch. 16) (59%) 2. Clay, Peter, Casey jerk to schoolteacher/student porn (Ch. 21) (41%) 3. Mr. Davis takes Casey from behind while giving him his first shave (Ch. 20) (38%) 4. Peter and Mr. Davis in the trainer's room leads to fingering/blowjob of Pete (Ch. 15) (36%) 5T. Mr. Davis gives handjob to Casey and Peter while watching porn, then Casey/Peter 69 while Mr. Davis fingers Casey (Ch. 10) (34%) 5T. JJ, Casey, and Mr. Davis mess around in Casey's room, including blowjobs (Ch. 12) (34%) 5T. Casey fucks Mr. Davis after they look at extra credit submissions; JJ joins via Skype (Ch. 18) (34%) 8T. Mr. Davis jerks/sucks/fingers an unconscious Conor in the hospital (Ch. 10) (33%) 8T. Mr. Davis rims Casey, Casey blows Mr. Davis, and then Mr. Davis fucks Casey for the first time (Ch. 11) (33%) 10. JJ gets Casey to give him a handjob (Ch. 5) (31%) It's possible there is some recency bias, but that's OK! I wanted to apologize that the formatting was messed up on some of the text conversations in previous chapters. I'm not completely sure why that was, because it looked fine on my screen, but nevertheless I'll try and prevent it from happening in the future. Owen odavis120@mail.com Link to my other story: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/he-brought-his-own-balls Don't forget to consider donating to Nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html