Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2018 17:11:14 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 4 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 4

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

The instant I received the Kik message from Casey that confessed he had the
hots for his science teacher (ME!), I just about lost it. I thought maybe
my eyes were playing tricks on me, and I read the text over and over
again. I had just gotten home from school and was relaxing on the couch
with one hand in my athletic shorts and one hand typing into my phone. The
object of my current obsession thought I was hot!? All sorts of scenarios
started flashing through my head.

But that moment was just one in a series during a crazy-ass day. So let me
back up.

The first thing that happened is that I received a photo from Casey a short
time before homeroom. He was in his car on the way to school, and he took a
picture showing that he had no underwear on under his shorts. I could see
part of his sexy chest, as well as some pubic hair and part of his cock. A
few minutes later I almost creamed myself when he walked in my classroom. I
stared at his crotch. Just knowing that he had no underwear on and he had
just sent me a photo of what was underneath those shorts was driving me
crazy. I had to adjust myself, to say the least. I was sitting at my desk
in the front of the room and sent Casey a reply as he sat in my classroom!
Then I stood up to greet my homeroom and watched Casey flinch when the
message alert must have come in.

After homeroom, I stood at my door monitoring the hallway. I saw Casey lean
into his locker, which was almost certainly to hide being on his
phone. That theory was confirmed a few minutes later when I received a
reply from him.

My first two periods were uneventful as I daydreamed about ways to seduce
the adorable 13-year-old. At recess I locked my door and took my own
photographic evidence of my free-ballin' to send to Casey.

After recess was Casey's science class. When I greeted him at the door and
we shook hands, I felt a jolt of electricity. He looked at my eyes briefly
and then looked down. I had boned up, and I wondered if Casey could
tell. As he walked through I door, I glanced at his crotch, and he clearly
had a boner as well! The fact that he didn't have on any underwear was
probably making it tougher for him to hide.

A short while into class, Casey asked to go to the bathroom. After almost
10 minutes had gone by and he hadn't returned, I was getting a little
curious about what was holding him up. I could have sent another student,
but I decided to go myself. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I heard some
rustling around in a stall, and suddenly a phone came sliding out from
underneath. There was a video playing on the screen, and I quickly
determined that it was one of those gay porn videos set in a
classroom. (One of my favorites, by the way.) The person in the stall
didn't respond when I asked him if he was Casey. But I knew it was. I
picked up the phone (which I recognized as his) and placed it by his feet
under the stall (I also recognized his sneakers). I decided to take it easy
on him and simply told him to return to class. Or maybe that was torture
for him, because he didn't know what the consequence was going to be, if
any.

Back in my classroom, I quietly asked Casey to stay after class. I wasn't
actually ready to confront him about the porn video yet. My plan was to
give him an opportunity to take the in-school photo he was trying to
get. As we each sat in our respective desks, I typed a message to him
asking for the photo again. I acted like I had gotten some important
message myself that required me to leave, and I basically told him to close
up my classroom himself, as I suddenly left the room. What Casey didn't
know is that I had set my laptop to record some video footage of what was
going to happen in my classroom. I pointed it toward the half of the room
away from the door, figuring that's where he would likely go. Later I would
see that my secret video footage perfectly captured Casey taking the
X-rated photo of himself in my classroom. I'd be able to use it for my own
pleasure or perhaps as leverage if I were trying to get Casey to do
something at some point.

*****

After school that afternoon is when I picked up my Kik conversation with
Casey, and that's when I learned about his sexual interest in me. How was I
going to play this out? It was like my dreams coming true, and I didn't
want to blow it. No pun intended. I pictured myself penetrating his tight
ass with my cock. I wondered if he would be willing to let me fuck
him. Since I was in the unique position to be able to ask him, I did! Or at
least swimkid_16 did. His response wasn't definite, but it was a start. And
I planted the idea of some ass play, which would hopefully start opening
him up to the idea. Pun intended?

We picked up our conversation again that night before we each went to
bed. I sent the first message.

swimkid_16: Hey man, did u try fingering yourself yet?

caseyboi13: Yeah! I actually did and it was great. It made me shoot a huge
load. But my brother caught me doing it!!

swimkid_16: Oh damn. How old is he? What happened?

caseyboi13: He's 12. He stood there watching me at the end and I couldn't
stop myself cuz I was so close to cumming. Then I kicked him out.

Holy shit, there was another version of Casey about the same age? How was I
not aware of him? I would think he would go to the same school. I logged
onto our school directory and typed in Casey's last name. Sure enough a
second boy came up. He was named John (nicknamed JJ) and was in 6th
grade. And his photo made him look very good-looking. Now that I saw the
photo, I realized I had definitely seen that kid around school.

swimkid_16: Wow, that's crazy dude. Were u embarrassed doing it in front of
him?

caseyboi13: Actually, it was rly hot knowing someone was watching

swimkid_16: Haha nice. Do u guys ever talk about sex stuff? Like can he cum
yet?

caseyboi13: I have no idea, we rly don't talk about that at all

swimkid_16: Maybe u should, ur lucky, u have another guy right in ur
house. U could like jerk off together or something, lol

caseyboi13: With my brother?? Wouldn't that be weird

swimkid_16: Nah maybe it'd be hot haha swimkid_16: Speaking of hot...can u
send me a photo of your hole?

caseyboi13: Uh, sure I guess I can do that, hold on

swimkid_16: :-p

caseyboi13: [PHOTO] (Describing the photo Casey sent me would not do it
justice. I think he took it with his laptop to help get the perfect
angle. And perfect it was. He was completely nude. The perspective looked
to be where his feet would have been had he been lying flat. However, his
legs were pulled back to expose his completely hairless teenaged
asshole. The photo also showed his two smooth balls and his semi-hard cock
resting on his sparse patch of pubic hair and pointing up his breathtaking
chest. His head was bent backwards exposing his neck. I could see a little
bit of his face, but if the viewer of the photo didn't already know it was
Casey, there wasn't enough of his face to identify him.)

swimkid_16: DUDE that is like the hottest photo ever!

caseyboi13: Rly? lol I tried...

swimkid_16: If I were on ur bed right now, I would lick ur hole, then push
my finger in, then two fingers, then I'd fuck u

caseyboi13: I wish

swimkid_16: No, you'd rather fuck ur hot science teacher

caseyboi13: Haha yeah maybe...are u gonna show me ur hole??

Hmm. How was I gonna handle this? My hole was probably a bit too hairy for
him to believe it belonged to a 16-year-old. And my fake Kik identify from
the Facebook boy certainly didn't have any pictures like that available for
me to use.

swimkid_16: Coming right up!

I searched one of my favorite porn sites until I found the perfect photo
that looked like it could be the ass of my 16-year-old Kik identity.

swimkid_16: [PHOTO]

caseyboi13: Wow, I'm so horny now

swimkid_16: Me 2. Wanna vid chat while we jack off? Do u have skype?  (I
had no intention of putting myself on Skype, but I wanted to see if I could
get him to do so.)

caseyboi13: I dunno. I rly don't want a video of me out there.

swimkid_16: No different than the video you sent yesterday. Just keep ur
face out of the view if you want. Please!

caseyboi13: Fine ok

swimkid_16: Yay

Casey told me his Skype name, and after deactivating my camera and
microphone, I called him using an alias I had created also called
"swimkid_16." The call connected, and a shirtless Casey appeared on my
computer screen. His head was cut off, and he had put on some shorts.

"Hello? I can't see anything," came Casey's familiar voice through my
computer. I couldn't believe that I was now video chatting with my
super-cute, super-hot 13-year-old student.

I used the chat feature to type back to him.

swimkid_16: technical difficulties, working on it. take ur shorts back off
dude

I saw his eyes look to his computer screen to read what I wrote.

My eyes were glued to my screen as I watched Casey slip off his shorts,
revealing the live image of his beautiful boy parts. The photos were one
thing, and the recorded video from last night was something else, but this
live video was ridiculously hot to me. Just knowing that I was seeing
exactly what my own student was doing in the privacy of his bedroom right
now...

I was lying on my own bed, and I had stripped off my clothes too. I was
slowly jacking my 7-incher as I stared at Casey.

"How's that?" Casey asked.

swimkid_16: AMAZING. why don't u get something to jerk off to while I try
to fix my computer

I watched Casey's hands reach toward the computer and start typing,
etc. After about a minute, he lay back again. I could hear the faint sounds
of a porn video as Casey began jerking his cock. I matched my own rhythm to
his and was now awkwardly typing with one hand.

swimkid_16: u look so hot jerking off i wish i could lick u up and down and
take ur cock in my wet mouth

"Uhhhh. Oooh." Casey started to let out some cute grunts and moans.

swimkid_16: finger ur hole and pretend i'm doing it

Casey sucked on his middle finger and then spit on it. He lifted up his
legs and started rubbing his finger right on his tightly shut hole. It was
so hot watching him play with himself like this. I picked up the pace on my
wanking.

swimkid_16: push it in

Casey paused as he lined the tip of his finger directly on his 8th grade
hole. Then he pressed. I watched his hole open slightly as his finger
started to slip in. He moaned louder.

swimkid_16: deeper

Casey pushed it all the way in. Something about watching his middle finger
in his hole was extra hot. He grimaced. I continued to encourage him.

swimkid_16: ur doin great how does it feel

"It feels a little funny, but I like it," he said in a teenaged version of
a husky voice.

swimkid_16: u should try a 2nd finger

"I don't know if I can."

swimkid_16: i believe in u

To his credit, Casey tried to add a second finger. But after poking the tip
of it in, he pulled it out.

"It's gonna hurt too much."

swimkid_16: k, well pump ur one finger in and out

He did as he was told and started to really get into it. It looked like he
was enjoying the feel of it now. I was definitely into it and felt like I
was getting closer to cumming. I wanted to see him cum. I wished I could
see his cute face as he did.

swimkid_16: i'm gonna cum soon, hbu?

"Yeah, me too."

His moaning got louder. I wondered if his family could hear him. He sounded
like he was getting close.

swimkid_16: lemme see ur face

He scooched his body slightly until his face was in the view. Yes! I guess
in the heat of the moment, his 13-year-old decision-making was
compromised. I could see his entire body and adorable facial expressions as
he got closer and closer to blowing his load. I grabbed my phone with my
free hand and started videoing my computer screen.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck! I'm gonna cum!" Casey called out in an urgent whisper.

I could feel myself getting close and pumped a little faster for the final
push. I tried to hold my phone steady as I recorded Casey at the same time.

"Ughhh!!! Ooooooh my god!" Casey's body tensed up and he held his finger
pushed all the way in his hole. A shot of cum exploded from his cock and
landed high up on his chest, smack between his nipples. The moment I saw
his milky cum squirting through the air, my own climax hit me, and I
released the first of many ropes of cum at the same time as Casey's teen
cock pumped out a sizable load for a boy his age. This was the most intense
orgasm I could remember having.

I kept recording Casey in his afterglow, as I lay back catching my
breath. Casey had a smile on his face and looked completely satisfied. He
had pulled his finger out of his butthole, and he was spread eagle with a
pool of cum sitting on his chest. I lay there and just stared at my student
for several minutes before finally stopping my recording.

swimkid_16: dude that was fucking hot

"Yeah, that was amazing. Too bad I couldn't see you."

swimkid_16: i'm sure I can get it fixed for next time

Casey reached over to his computer and stopped the porn video that was
still playing. Then I could hear his phone chime, and he picked it up to
look at it.

"My brother is texting me from his room. Ugh, he's so annoying."

swimkid_16: maybe he wants to mess around lol

"Ha. Maybe. I should go, though, thanks for this." He gave an adorable
smile to the camera and my quick reflexes caught a computer screen shot.

swimkid_16: sleep tight sexy

"You too. Bye!"

*****

Our school had a class schedule that rotated on a 6-day cycle, and the next
day was the one day that I didn't have Casey's science class. Therefore, it
was my new least-favorite day.

I still did get to see him in homeroom, though. Surprisingly, he was the
first to arrive, which I couldn't remember ever happening before. He came
in looking super-tired, but still managed to greet me with a
nervous-but-cute smile and a flip of his Bieber hair. Since it felt like we
had talked last night (I mean, we did, but he didn't know that), I had
almost forgotten how we had left things at school yesterday, with him
probably terrified about how I had caught him in the bathroom.

"Why so early today?" I asked him as he walked in and took a seat. I tried
to be friendly so he would be willing to talk. I could always remind him of
the bathroom incident at any point I wanted to.

"My mom has an early meeting at work, so we had to leave the house earlier
than normal."

He yawned.

"Late night?"

"Yeah, ya know, lots of homework."

"And video games."

"Not really. My brother kept me up when we should have been sleeping."

Hmmm.

"Ah, gotcha. Who's your brother? Does he go here?"

"Yeah, he's in 6th grade, but he thinks he so cool because he made the
varsity baseball team."

"What's his name?"

"JJ."

"Oh yeah, I think I know who he is. I saw baseball practice the other
day. He's pretty athletic."

"Yeah, unlike me."

"Well you look like you're in good shape. I can see the muscles on your
arms."

Casey blushed. "I try to do push-ups and sit-ups when I can."

"Ahh, working on the 6-pack."

Just then another student walked in. It was Clay, who, like Casey, was in
my homeroom and in the same science class. He's the blond-haired cutie who
was openly playing with himself while taking his science test a few days
ago.

"Mornin', Clay."

"Mornin', Mr. Davis."

"Don't forget to take off your..."

"Yeah, I know, my hoodie." (Hoodies were not part of the dress code.) As
Clay pulled his hoodie over his head, his polo shirt lifted up with it,
revealing his creamy smooth chest. I noticed Casey also staring at Clay's
body, and I raised my eyebrows at Casey when he looked over at me. He
looked away. Unfortunately, Clay finally figured out how to get his hoodie
off and keep his shirt on.

By then, more students were arriving, and a few minutes later I went
through the morning routine. When it was time for them to head out, I
squeezed Casey's shoulder as he passed by. "Have a good day."

"Thanks, Mr. Davis. You too."

*****

The rest of the day was pretty normal. At the end of the day when the boys
were packing up at their lockers, I stood in my doorway watching Casey. He
was packing up very quickly as if he were in a rush. I walked over to
him. "Late for something?"

"I'm just going to art to get some extra help with ceramics."

"Ahh, gotcha. Art's your favorite subject, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I mean, no offense about science. I like your class and..."

"It's OK, Casey. You're allowed to have a favorite class that's not
science. Go ahead and don't be late for Mr. Pan."

"See ya, Mr. Davis." He smiled at me.

"Bye, Casey."

I watched him walk down the hallway and turn the corner.

*****

Ten minutes later I found myself walking toward the art wing. After Casey's
report on Kik about what had happened in art class yesterday, I was a
little worried about what might happen. I was jealous of John Pan right
now. It sounded like he had basically molested Casey right in the middle of
class. Even if Casey asked for it. I didn't want that to go further. I
calculated that the fact that John had complied with Casey's request to
"clean" the crotch area of his shorts meant he must have some interest in
Casey. That could ruin any chance I had with Casey. Especially if he got
freaked out by John and then decided that he was too scared to pursue
something with me, even though I knew he wanted to.

>From the outside, John's classroom looked like it was closed up for the
day. The light was out, and I couldn't see anyone when I looked through the
door. But I had a feeling that perhaps they were in there. It had only been
15 minutes since last period had ended. I had gotten my hands on a master
key that could open any classroom, and that came into good use. Quietly, I
unlocked his door and stepped inside. I could hear the whirring of a
pottery wheel, and when I walked a little further into the room, my eyes
bulged as I took in the scene before me.

Casey and John were both sitting on stools behind the pottery wheel, John
directly behind Casey, and Casey didn't have a shirt on! AND, John's hands
were on Casey's bare torso, one in front and one in back. As I walked
closer, I saw that John's right hand was actually really low on Casey's
abdomen, almost dipping into Casey's shorts. I watched as Casey stopped the
wheel and leaned back against John. John's fingers started to creep under
the waist band of Casey's shorts! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. On
one hand it was a super-hot scene, but I couldn't let this go on. I took
another few steps closer, making sure to make some noise this time.

John heard me and jumped up off of the stool. He looked like he was about
to crap his pants. Of course I would never turn him in, but he didn't know
that. He gave some lame excuse about what was happening, and I told Casey
that he should leave. I scared the shit out of John and then left the
room. Mission accomplished. Although hopefully this didn't scare Casey so
much that he would be unwilling to "engage" with me at some point. Hmm.

After I left the art wing, I saw Casey down the hallway, and I quickened my
pace to catch up to him.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, walking up alongside of him.

"Yeah, uh, it's just like Mr. Pan said. He was just helping me with my
ceramics and my posture and stuff."

"Casey, I know what I saw. But don't worry about it, I'm not going to say
anything to anyone."

He stopped walking and looked up at me. "You aren't?"

"No. You wanna go somewhere and talk? We should probably discuss yesterday
in the bathroom, too."

He took out his phone to check the time. "Um, I was just headed over to
baseball practice to meet my brother when he's finished."

"Let's go watch the rest of practice."

"Okay."

A few minutes later we had grabbed a seat on the empty bleachers by the
baseball field.

"So...yesterday...in the bathroom," I started.

"Do we have to talk about that?"

"Look, Casey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't care what you were
doing in the bathroom or what you were watching. But you should probably
not be spending an extended period of time in the bathroom during a class,
and you gotta be more careful. Some other teachers might not be as
understanding."

He sat there silently for a moment. "Thanks, Mr. Davis."

I decided to continue the conversation to see where it might go. "I
remember being your age and wanting to masturbate all the time. I know that
most the boys in your grade are probably watching all kinds of porn."

Casey was looking down at his feet, and I saw him swallow hard. Barely over
a whisper he asked, "Did you see what I was watching?"

"Yes, I did. Casey, I don't care if you're gay or maybe figuring that out
or whatever it may be. Can I tell you something?"

He looked up at me with his adorable eyes and nodded.

"I'm gay, Casey."

His face turned to a look of surprise and just a glimmer of a smile
appeared on his face temporarily.

Just then a baseball rolled over near where we were sitting and Peter came
running after it. He saw us and smiled. "Hey Mr. Davis, hey Casey."

"Hi Peter," I answered.

"Hey," Casey said in a cute little voice.

Peter picked up the ball and jogged back over to the field.

"You think he's cute?" I asked Casey.

"Huh?"

"Do you think Peter's cute?"

"Um, I dunno. We can't talk about that, can we?"

"Listen, I know it can be lonely sometimes not having someone to talk
to. Maybe you do have someone, but I'm here for you and happy to talk any
time. And I think Peter's cute, don't you?"

His head snapped in my direction and another look of shock was on his
face. "Uh, you do?"

"Sure. He's a good-looking kid."

"Yeah, I think so too." He gave me a little smile. "I don't really have
anyone to talk to. About anything, really. I don't really have any
friends."

"Aw, Casey. Middle school can be tough. That can change at any
moment. Especially next year when you get a bunch more kids entering the
9th grade. And you're an awesome kid. You have a lot going for you. You're
smart, you're handsome..."

"You think I'm handsome?"

"Yes, I do."

He looked back down, and I could tell he was blushing and trying to hold
back a smile.

"Um, thanks."

"So, tell me about the art room just now."

"It wasn't..."

"Casey. I already told you I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You can
tell me what was happening."

He hesitated and then spoke softly. "Well, I guess Mr. Pan thinks I'm
handsome too." He looked up at me with a twinkle in his eye.

I laughed. "Did you mind what was happening?"

"I dunno. I guess it felt good but he's a teacher and not my type."

"Oh! You have a type?" I teased him. "What's your type?"

"I can't talk to you about that."

"We've been over this. You can talk to me. How about you tell me which boys
in your class you think are cute."

"I dunno, I mean there are definitely a lot of cute guys in my grade, but I
like guys that are older."

"Like in high school?"

"Um, well, you saw the video in the bathroom..."

"Ahh, you like real men. Surely not someone as old as me though? I'm an old
fart."

"You're not old!"

"I'm 24, Casey."

"That's really young, Mr. Davis."

Casey was really loosening up now. I was surprised at how easily he was
talking to me.

I laughed. "Thanks, Casey."

To my disappointment, the baseball practice was breaking up now. Casey's
brother JJ started walking toward us. "You ready, Casey?"

"I've been waiting for you."

"Let's go then."

"I'm coming, meet you by the pick-up circle."

"Fine." JJ walked off.

Casey stood up and put his backpack on. "Thanks for the talk, Mr. Davis."
He gave me a smile.

I stood up and put my hand on Casey's shoulder, giving him a squeeze. "Any
time, buddy. Why don't you take my cell phone number in case you need to
talk ever."

"I don't think teachers and students are supposed to..."

"I'm not much for those rules, Casey. Here, give me your phone." I held out
my hand.

Casey unlocked his phone and handed it to me. I entered in my number and
handed him back his phone.

"Thanks again, Mr. Davis. I gotta go."

"See ya, Casey."

He jogged off to meet his brother.


*End of Chapter 4*


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