Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2018 07:20:28 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 8 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 8

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

I made sure that our hotel room had only one bed. Unfortunately it was
king-sized. The hotel was not out of rooms. Another lie I had told
Casey. Part of me felt bad for lying to him -- I genuinely liked the kid --
but it was hopefully going to be worth it. I was really excited about the
prospect of sharing the bed with Casey that night. Not surprisingly I was
walking around with a constant hard-on.

"Oh, there's only one bed," Casey commented when we entered the room.

Even though I knew that Casey was interested in me, I also knew he was
dealing with some mixed feelings, especially after the art room experience
a couple of days ago. I had to tread lightly. Or at least not push too far
too fast.

"It's a big bed," I said. "Plenty of room. But I could always sleep on the
couch if it gets too crowded for you."

"OK." Casey smiled at me and gave a flip of his Bieber hair. I melted. How
was this kid so damn sexy?

"Alrighty, we gotta get our swimsuits on." We had made plans for everyone
to meet at the hotel pool at 5:45.

Casey grabbed his suit from his bag and went into the bathroom to
change. Meanwhile I changed into my swim trunks. Casey emerged from the
bathroom, and I almost creamed myself. First of all, he was shirtless, and
seeing his smooth, toned body in person and so close had me wondering what
I had done to deserve this luck. And then there was his swimsuit. It was
way too small on him. Not that I was complaining! Clearly he had outgrown
it since last summer but hadn't gotten a new one yet. It hugged his ass
perfectly.

He tugged on his suit. "This is so tight," he whined.

"Looks good to me." I was staring at the small bulge in his crotch area,
willing it to grow even more prominent.

"Do I need a shirt to walk to the pool?"

"Nah. I can't imagine any hotel guests complaining about seeing your body."

Casey blushed. Then his hand went to his groin to make an adjustment. He
was definitely boning up now.

"Are there towels at the pool?"

"Dunno. We should bring some just in case."

Casey grabbed two towels from the bathroom and handed me one. He slung his
around his shoulders. It looked like he was trying to see if he could cover
his crotch with the towel. It wouldn't quite reach. He changed his mind and
instead carried the towel in front of him. I told him to go ahead of me,
and that I would follow a few minutes later.

After Casey left the room, I went into the bathroom to take a piss. As I
was doing so, I noticed that his shorts and boxers were sitting on the
counter. After I was done pissing, I picked up his orange boxer briefs and
stuffed my face inside of them, breathing in deeply. Holy shit. There was
definitely a ripe smell of 13-year-old boy, and it turned me on so much. I
stripped off my swimsuit, and slipped his underwear on my own body. They
were tight. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was so hot knowing I was
wearing the underwear Casey had had on just minutes before. I stuck my hand
inside the briefs and tugged on my cock a few times. Precum was already
oozing out, and there was a growing wet spot forming on Casey's
underwear. I really wanted to jerk off, but somehow resisted the urge, as I
needed to get down to the pool. I put Casey's underwear back where it was,
put back on my suit, grabbed the keycard, and left the room.

*****

About half of the boys were already at the pool, and the rest arrived a few
minutes later. I ogled the half-naked bodies of my students before they
jumped into the pool one by one. Of the thirteen boys, there were six for
which I would seriously consider trading sex for jail time. This included
Casey, Peter, the twins (identical except for one thing: Conor had long
blond hair and Hunter had short blond hair), Hayden (half-white,
half-Chinese, braces, cute as fuck), and Teddy (brown hair that was shaved
on the sides but longer on top). Every boy had a smooth chest, some more
muscular than others.

The pool had a couple of nets set up, which the boys decided could be used
to play a game of water polo. Everyone played, including me and even some
other hotel guests. It was a ton of fun, and even the not-so-athletic Casey
was having a blast. I made sure to be on the opposite team of Casey so that
I could have the excuse to handle his body while playing defense. Peter,
Teddy, and Conor were also on the opposition, and I got my fair share of
feeling up each of those four boys throughout the game. Their skin felt
extra-smooth in the water, and sometimes I would flat-out grab their entire
body in a hug, acting like I was just trying to prevent them from getting
the ball. Casey probably knew what I was doing, but the others just thought
it was part of the game. At one point I came up behind Casey and wrapped my
arms around him, grinding my crotch into his backside for a moment. As the
game went on, Casey got bolder, and several times I felt his hands on
me. My boldest moment was copping a feel of Conor's package. I played it
off as accidental, immediately apologizing so he wouldn't think I had done
it on purpose. From what I felt, Conor was packing an impressive size for
his age. As amazing as all this touching and grabbing was, in reality I was
just torturing myself. I just hoped that this would prove to be the
foreplay to a much more satisfying experience later that night.

After about an hour of exhausting pool play, the boys started to get out of
the water. I was still in the water willing my cock to soften up a bit
before I emerged. Conor, who was already out of the pool, walked up to the
edge near where I was standing in the water.

"Mr. Davis?" he said. "A lot of us are getting hungry again. I know we had
McDonald's a little while ago, but, ya know."

"Of course." I spoke loudly enough for all the boys to hear. "Feel free to
visit the hotel restaurant or order room service and just charge it to your
room."

"Sweet! Thanks, Mr. D!" Hayden exclaimed.

The rest followed with polite thank-yous and such.

*****

Back in the room, I told Casey I was gonna take a quick shower. I purposely
left the bathroom door open a crack, and after hopping in the hot shower, I
stuck my head outside the curtain to call to Casey.

"Shit! Casey, you there? Can you please hand me the soap and shampoo from
near the sink? I don't wanna get the bathroom soaking wet."

My head was still sticking out when Casey opened the bathroom door the rest
of the way and came in to help me out. As he handed me the soap and
shampoo, I let the curtain open enough so that he could get a full frontal
view of me. For just a moment, he froze in place staring at me, but quickly
pulled himself together and left.

When I was finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my waist and
entered the main room. Casey was lying on the bed watching TV. I walked
toward the window to change into my clothes. I removed the towel and tossed
it on the bed. I was nude with my back side facing Casey. I could feel his
eyes on me. I turned my head and caught him quickly looking away.

"You don't mind if I change in front of you, do you?" I asked.

"Uh, no, it's your room, Mr. Davis."

I took my time putting my clothes on. Casey then went for a shower of his
own, sadly closing the bathroom door behind him. I so badly wanted to walk
in on him, but controlled myself. He came out as I did with just a towel
around his waist. I could never get sick of looking at this kid. The hair,
the face, the chest. Again, I fought off an urge to run over, pull his
towel off and throw him down on the bed. I was disappointed that Casey
managed to get dressed without flashing me anything. Then he joined me on
top of the bed, as we flicked through the TV channels looking for something
worth watching.

I was stealing glances at Casey's legs and feet, while he was mostly
looking down at his phone. At one point he announced that he had gotten a
text from Peter inviting him to hang out in his room with some of the guys.

"Oooh, Peter..." I teased.

"It's not like that! We're friends."

I had noticed that they had gotten pretty friendly over the past week. I
was genuinely happy for Casey to be making friends.

"I know, Casey. I'm just teasing you."

"So, is it OK if I go hang out there?"

I really wanted to find a reason to tell him "No." But I didn't. "Of course
you can."

Casey hopped up from the bed and slipped into his sandals. He smiled back
at me and just like that he had left the room.

I realized that I was gonna get too depressed just staying in the room, so
I decided to kill some time doing my rounds to check on all the rooms. They
were spread out throughout the hotel, on three different floors in fact. My
room was the only one on the 8th floor, and then there were three rooms on
each of two other floors. I took the stairs down a few flights, and knocked
on the first room.

A kid named Victor answered the door. I had zero interest in him
sexually. But I could see into the room where Teddy stood shirtless and
wearing JUST HIS BOXERS! I decided to step into the room so I could enjoy
the view some more. Teddy was wearing light blue boxer briefs, and there
was quite the bulge poking out. Funny thing is that he didn't seem to mind
that he was presenting himself like that, even to his teacher. I was more
than happy to take advantage of this.

"Sorry to bother you guys, but I just need to go over a few things."
Somehow I managed to spit out some details about lights out and the morning
schedule without drooling all over the place. Then I had an idea. Risky
perhaps, but I simply couldn't help myself. As I said "good night" to the
boys, I offered a handshake. First Victor. Then I took a few steps toward
Teddy, who was standing right next to one of the beds. As I took my last
step toward him and put out my hand, I pretended to trip over something,
and I pushed Teddy onto the bed, falling on top of him. Our groins lined up
perfectly, and I pressed mine into his, as I acted like I was trying to get
up. I felt his cock harden against mine! Holy shit. He could probably feel
mine, too. I wanted to start humping him like there was no tomorrow, but I
instead used every ounce of willpower to get myself up. He wouldn't tell
anyone if he thought it was an accident, right? I apologized profusely, and
then left the room.

There was no answer at the next room, and I soon found out that was because
the other four boys on that floor were all in the same room. They were nice
kids, but I didn't have any desire to spend extra time with them and moved
on after my announcements.

When I got to the other floor, I immediately could tell where the boys were
gathered by the noise. Fortunately it wasn't yet quiet hours, but they were
too loud either way. Seven boys all stuffed into one room. Some were
playing Xbox and some playing cards. After I quieted them down and made my
announcements, sweet Hayden invited me to join the card game, and I
agreed. I was also offered some of the food they were snacking on, and
politely accepted a few french fries.

Casey, Peter and Conor were busy with the XBox while Hayden, Hunter, and
two other boys were playing a card game called "Egyptian Ratscrew." I
already knew how to play, so I quickly acclimated. I squeezed myself
between Hayden and Hunter. We were all sitting on a bed. The game involved
trying to be the first to slap the pile of cards when the same denomination
was thrown back-to-back. This physical action provided a nice excuse to
push around the boys on either side of me from time to time. After I had
already slapped the cards one time, Hunter slapped the back of my hand
quite hard, and so I retaliated by pushing him over onto the bed. I could
feel his developing muscles. In my mind, I ripped off his shirt and started
licking his chest. The way I was sitting had my leg touching Hayden's
leg. At one point I pinned Hayden to the bed after he did something in the
card game that I pretended was some egregious act. I leaned over him with
my hands on his shoulders. He stared up at me with a grin on his face. I
wanted to kiss him so badly. I saw Casey looking in our direction. Perhaps
jealous of the position I had Hayden in. Good.

As it approached 9:00 pm, I was getting eager for some alone time with
Casey. I reminded the boys about staying quiet and left the room to return
to mine. On my walk back, I sent Casey a message on Kik, using my alter ego
of course.

swimkid_16: Hey! You get ur phone back yet?

A few minutes went by. I had reached the room by the time Casey replied.

caseyboy13: Yup got it back today thank god

swimkid_16: Cool. What's up? U at the science thing yet?

caseyboy13: Yeah at the hotel now. Guess what?

swimkid_16: ??

caseyboy13: I'm staying in the same room as my teacher

swimkid_16: OMG, wow

caseyboy13: Ikr! He said they were out of rooms but I dunno if that's true
or not

swimkid_16: Are u in the room with him right now while we're texting?

caseyboy13: No I'm with some friends in another room

swimkid_16: Dude this is ur chance, why aren't u with him right now??

caseyboy13: I want to but I'm still so nervous. Like I don't wanna get
caught and what if he wants to have sex and I'm not ready?

swimkid_16: First of all sex is awesome you'll love it and also just do
what you want. Go to him right now! LOL

caseyboy13: OK OK I'll go to him wish me luck

swimkid_16: Good luck, have fun sexy

caseyboy13: ;)

About 10 minutes later, Casey came back to the room. I was lying on the bed
watching TV.

"Hey, done hanging out?"

"They're still hanging but I told them I was tired."

"Cool. You wanna do something, or are you actually tired?"

"I'm hungry actually."

"Oh, we can order something. Just tell me what you want."

A few minutes later we were both lying on the bed watching TV and waiting
for our order of two personal pepperoni pizzas to arrive. We started as one
would imagine with our heads by the headboard, but I switched positions so
that I was lying on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. My face
was inches from Casey's legs and bare feet. I could see each individual
hair (not that there were many to see). I desperately wanted to reach out
with my hand...or tongue...and touch him.

I took a peek a little higher up. His creamy legs disappeared under his
shorts. He was wearing shiny white athletic shorts. I could see (or
convinced myself that I could see) evidence of his young teen package. It
appeared he was chubbed up.

Casey popped up to visit the bathroom, and while he did I took the
opportunity to increase the temperature on the thermostat by a few degrees
in order to help make it a little "too hot" in the room. When Casey came
out of the bathroom, I asked him to go get some ice from the
hallway. During his absence I went to the minibar and poured the full
contents of two mini bottles of rum into two glasses. Then I poured some
soda in.

The food arrived at the same time that Casey got back with the ice. We sat
on the bed to eat, and I brought over the spiked drinks.

"What is it?" Casey asked me about the drink.

"Just some kind of soda. I didn't know the brand." That was actually true.

Casey took a sip. "It tastes a little funny."

"You don't have to drink it if you think it's bad." I took a sip myself.

"No, I kinda like it." He drank some more.

I figured that Casey probably hadn't had alcohol before. Worst case, he
would realize that there was alcohol in there, but hopefully wouldn't
mind. Otherwise, I was guessing he would just think it was a weird
soda. Hopefully it would loosen him up...lower his inhibitions.

We finished the pizzas pretty quickly, as well as the drinks. Casey was
getting a little giggly as we watched an episode of some comedy. I didn't
even know the name of the show.

"You want some more to drink?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, thanks."

He wasn't even watching me as I went to the minibar, so I was able to make
the same drinks again.

Back on the bed, I switched around positions a lot, acting like I was
really uncomfortable. The room had gotten pretty warm, and I removed my
shirt. "Whew, it sure is hot."

Worked like a charm. Casey took his shirt off, exposing more of his
exquisite 13-year-old body. He flipped his hair after his shirt was
removed, as if to get his hair back in order. In reality it always looked
perfect.

I was mentally drooling over every angle and inch of Casey's young body. It
really was perfect. Muscle definition in all the right places, but not too
much. There was a small hint of a "V" line, inviting my eyes to follow
directly to his groin. Not that I needed any special invitation. Part of me
thought I should just jump his bones right then. Maybe he would just go
along with it. But I didn't wanna blow my chances and decided to play it
slowly.

After moving my position a couple more times, I said to Casey, "Hey, can
you do me a favor? This bed has made my back feel really tight. Would you
mind just giving me a little massage?" I stared into his eyes and smiled.

Casey swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah sure Mr. Davis."

"Thanks, bud." I acted like a teacher asking his student for a shirtless
massage in the privacy of a hotel room was the most normal thing in the
world.

I positioned myself on my stomach again and waited to see what Casey would
do. He kneeled next to me, but didn't touch me for a really long 20
seconds. Finally I felt his soft hands on my shoulders. He squeezed lightly
a few times. He was being very gentle.

"Dude, you gotta do it harder."

He put a little more strength into it. But it was still not enough for me.

"Harder still, Casey."

He took it up another notch. Now it was really feeling good. And thinking
about how it was Casey's hands on me...

"Oh yeah, buddy, that's perfect. Keep doing that."

After a few minutes, I instructed him to work lower on my actual back, and
he started digging his hands into my skin. He was actually really good at
it, once he got into it. I told Casey he could straddle me to get a better
angle. I was pleasantly surprised when he took me up on the
suggestion. Maybe it was the alcohol.

So now he was actually sitting on me, basically toward the bottom of my
butt / top of my legs. He was light enough that it didn't hurt, but he was
still causing my groin to press hard into the bed. I was completely boned
up at this point, and I moved my hips around a few times to grind my crotch
into the bed even further. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

As Casey continued the massage, he let his hand venture a few times onto my
arms and even through some of my hair while working the back of my neck. He
also was reaching around the front of my hips a bit, and it drove me
absolutely crazy when I felt his fingers tease the waistband of my black
athletic shorts, both above my ass and on my sides.

I was pretty sure I was not imagining it, but I felt something poking me
between my butt cheeks. As exciting as it was to feel, all I could think of
was how it would feel if I wasn't wearing shorts.

Even though I was enjoying this position very much, I thought with Casey
getting excited and the liquid courage to help, this might be a chance to
take things further.

"Thanks, Casey. That was great."

He climbed off, and I turned over, my hard-on obvious. I didn't try to hide
it. Instead, as I reached into my shorts to adjust myself, I said, "Sorry
about that." I nodded down at my own crotch.

"That's OK," Casey answered in a soft voice. Then he looked down at his own
tent as if to say "See, I'm hard too."

I followed his glance and acted like I noticed his boner for the first
time. "Oh!"

Casey looked embarrassed.

"Dude, it's totally cool. Ya know, you can take care of that if you
want. You'd probably be doing that anyway, if you were alone right now,
right?"

"Um, maybe."

"Well, do you mind if I jack off?"

"No."

"Let's see what else they have on this TV." I navigated to the pay-per-view
adult section. Unfortunately it didn't look like there was any gay choices,
but there was a straight one with what looked like a hot young stud. I
clicked to start it up.

As the movie went through the beginning stages of its corny plot, I leaned
back on the bed. I started by putting my hand in my shorts and playing with
myself, but after a few minutes, I lifted up the front waistband and pulled
it over my rock-hard cock, revealing my man meat to the 8th grader lying
about a foot away from me. He was looking up at the TV but also stealing
glances at me with his eyes. As I stroked my cock, Casey's hand went into
his own shorts. And his other hand absentmindedly caressed his own chest,
fingering his nipples. I really wanted him to pull down his shorts. I
reached over and gave a little tug on his white shorts.

He looked over at me and met my eyes. I gave him a little nod. I watched as
Casey then took his hand out of his shorts and put the thumbs from each
hand under the waistband of his shorts. Oh my god. He then pulled his
shorts out and over his dick, just like I had done a few minutes
earlier. And there it was. His 5-inch pride and joy. A perfect size for a
boy his age. His patch of hair indicating where he was in his journey
through puberty. Of course I had seen this part of him before via
electronic screens. But seeing him in person was a whole other story. I
didn't even try to hide my staring.

On the TV, the male actor was receiving head from his busty partner. His
cock was huge. It was actually a pretty hot scene. But I preferred the
scene on our bed.

Casey and I were each stroking our respective cocks with a similar
rhythm. I removed my shorts and underwear completely in order to give
myself some more breathing room. It allowed me to stretch and spread my
legs apart. Casey copied my actions, removing the rest of his clothes. Now
I had my sexy student 100% nude lying inches from me. Was I dreaming?

Our legs made contact. A chill ran up my body. I reached over and placed my
hand on his chest. He flinched at my touch. Slowly I ran it downward toward
his pubic area. "I got this," I whispered to Casey. My hand reached his
pubes and then the base of his dick. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing
shaft, and he removed his hand. Both his arms were now at his sides, and he
leaned back further. The moment I started jerking his dick, Casey started
letting out high-pitched moans. My hand was jacking the dick of my
13-year-old student! This was actually happening!

I now had each hand jerking a cock, but I was really concentrating on
making sure Casey felt every ounce of pleasure possible. I alternated a
slower tempo and a faster one. I twisted his skinny shaft back and forth,
making him squirm and groan. I played with the tip of his dick, pinching
it, rubbing it. His precum was flowing. I wasn't gonna last long myself,
but I wanted this moment to last forever. I decided to release my own cock
and use both hands on Casey.

As one hand continued to pleasure his boy cock, my other hand roamed his
body. I explored every inch of his chest. When I got up toward his neck, he
giggled. I guess I had found a ticklish spot. I caressed his smooth face,
feeling his chin, his cheeks, his lips, everything. I ran my hand through
his light brown hair. His eyes were closed and he continued to emit sounds
of pleasure.

Both of my hands went to his genitals. One still stroking, the other
playing with his pubic hair, then fondling his balls. I was molesting every
inch of this kid's hot body, and he seemed to be loving it. He pushed his
hips up toward the ceiling repeatedly, as if he were trying to fuck my
hand. I stroked faster. He was starting to thrash around and clearly was
getting close. My goal now was to help him release as soon as possible. And
we didn't have to wait much longer.

Casey's moans got louder and more intense. I was stroking him at full speed
until he guided my hand to slow up slightly.

"Mr. D...I'm gonna...cum soon."

"Thatta boy, Casey. Come on now."

"Holy shit. Oh, oh, uuuuh. Fuck. Here I...oh my god, OHHHH
FUUUCK...UGGHH!!!" And he frickin' exploded. His first shot all the way
into his precious hair. The next two dead center on his chest. A few more
landed in his pubes. His chest was sweaty and heaving as he tried to catch
his breath. There was cum on my hand. Casey's eyes were closed, and I
licked the white globs from my hand.

I turned my attention back to my own cock as I stared at the naked
cum-covered boy next to me. It took under a minute for me to shoot my
load. I let out a few loud grunts as it happened, and Casey watched.

We soon drifted off to sleep.


*End of Chapter 8*


Sorry for taking so long to get the next chapter out. Thanks for your
patience!

Owen
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