Date: Mon, 7 May 2018 02:26:04 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 10 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Chapter 10

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

After lunch, the official science fair competition took place. I didn't
have any responsibilities, so I wandered around encouraging the boys as
they presented their projects to the judges. They were doing a great job,
speaking articulately about their work, answering questions without
hesitation, and showing off their alluring personalities. Some of them were
even savvy enough to mix in a sense of humor. All of this made my favorite
boys even more adorable and more sexy.

As I watched both Casey and Peter give their presentations, in my head I
was continuing to plot how I was going to get the three of us in bed
together. It's not that Casey wasn't enough for me, but Peter had such a
hot, tight body, and how often would I get this prime opportunity at a
hotel with my students? I had to try and take advantage.

My mind revisited an experience I had that morning during breakfast.

~~~ After sending off Wesley with his parents, I went back in Peter's empty
room. The boys were all stuffing their faces downstairs, so I had some
time. I had seen some of Peter's dirty clothes strewn about and wanted to
get a closer look. I immediately hit the jackpot with his boxers. When I
picked them up, I felt something wet hit my fingers. When I looked inside,
there was a fresh load of cum that Peter must have just deposited before
heading downstairs. It was as if it was perfectly preserved just for my
benefit. I lifted the prize to my face and breathed in. The smell was
intoxicating. I stuck out my tongue and touched the gooey semen. Before I
knew it, I had slurped the whole thing up. And then I sucked on the fabric,
trying to squeeze out even more.

After digging through his clean clothes and finding just one clean pair of
boxers, I stripped naked and lay down on the bed with both pairs of
boxers. I slipped on the clean pair of Peter's underwear. They were solid
black boxer briefs and fit snugly over my crotch. The "used" pair was over
my nose and mouth, and on my phone I brought up a photo of Peter in his
baseball uniform that I had surreptitiously taken one day at practice,
while my hand reached in the briefs and grabbed my cock. In the picture,
Peter's brown hair was poking out in all directions from under his baseball
cap. He had gotten fairly tall for an 8th grader at this point in the
school year, probably around 5'8'' or 5'9''. I stared at his flawless face
and his bright white smile. His body and muscles were all perfectly
proportioned for a baseball player. It didn't take long before I felt the
familiar feeling that I was about to blow my load. My legs straightened and
I let out a loud grunt as I filled Peter's underwear with my hot, creamy
load.

I had just stood up and carefully taken off the briefs when in quick
succession there was a knock at the door, a male voice calling
"Housekeeping," and the door popped open. A very attractive young man
(looked like he was 17, but was probably a few years older than that)
rolled a cleaning cart into the room, let the door close, and then stopped
in his tracks. I stood there naked holding a pair of underwear, and he
stood there staring at me.

"I'm so sorry...sir," he stuttered. I could tell that he was staring at my
crotch, but trying not to. "But wait, this room belongs to some boys, no?"

"Why'd you come in here without checking to see if someone was here?"

"There was no sign on the door. Are you supposed to be in here?" He looked
down at his clipboard. "My paper shows this room is two male minors."

"I'm their teacher. We're on a school trip."

He looked me up and down again, and I noticed him swallow. I was getting a
vibe that he liked what he saw. "Then why are you not wearing clothes? I'm
sorry but I need to call my supervisor if someone unlisted is in a room."
He reached for a walkie-talkie-type device.

I rushed over to him (still in my nude state) and grabbed his arm. "Please,
don't. Listen. I am their teacher. I'm rooming with someone who was snoring
very loudly. I knew the boys had gone down to breakfast already, so I was
borrowing their room to catch up on sleep. I was just getting up to get
dressed and get going." I walked over to my clothes and grabbed my
wallet. I pulled out $20 and handed it to the young man. "Sorry for your
trouble."

He smiled. "I don't know, sir. I'm supposed to call my supervisor." He kept
looking down at my cock, which was not hard, but starting to stiffen a
little and hung pretty large still.

I pulled out another $20 and stepped up very close to him. He swallowed
again. I handed him the money. "Is there anything else I can do to help
smooth this over?" I put my hand on his waist.

"Uh, what did you have in mind?" He reached down and adjusted himself.

"It looks like you might need some breathing room." I put my hands on his
belt as if I was going to unbuckle it. The young man didn't say anything or
try to stop me. I proceeded to undo his belt. I pulled it out of the belt
loops and tossed it on the floor. I got down on my knees and undid the
button on his pants. Before I went any further, I put my hand on his bulge,
helping what felt like quite the endowment grow to its full capacity. At
this point, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the floor,
revealing a tented pair of white boxers. "Take them off," I instructed.

When the sexy hotel worker bent over to take off his boxers, I grabbed my
phone from the bed and snapped a nude photograph of him as soon as he stood
up straight. The photo clearly showed that he was standing in the hotel
room. Just some insurance in case he decided he still needed to report my
presence in the room. This guy's body was stunning. He was extremely
smooth, except for what appeared to be a carefully manicured area of pubic
hair. His cock was impressive, about the same size as mine. I crawled close
to him again, grabbed his cock with my hand, and then put my mouth around
as much as I could. The man took a sharp intake of breath.

As I gave the young man an expert blow job, one of my hands was playing
with his plump balls, and my other hand was running under his shirt up his
smooth chest. Could a chest be both soft and hard at the same time? Well,
his was. I didn't have a ton of time, so I worked his cock as efficiently
as I knew how, and it actually didn't take long before he was moaning about
getting close.

He exploded, and I swallowed as fast as I could, barely able to avoid
letting any of his load escape my mouth.

"We good?" I asked. "If not, I can always show your boss the photo I took."

"Oh yeah, we're definitely good."

I asked him to give me a minute before proceeding with the room-cleaning
while I got dressed and put the cum-filled underwear back with Peter's
clean clothes.  ~~~

The touch of Conor tapping me on my arm startled me out of my
thoughts. "Mr. Davis? I cut myself pretty badly using a knife on my
project." He was so calm as he said this to me. I looked down at his
hand. There was a ton of blood coming out of what looked like a deep
gash. I didn't even know he had brought a knife.

Trying to match his calmness, I told Conor to come with me to the front
desk. They had a first aid kid, and I wrapped a bunch of gauze around his
hand. I went back to the competition to let the boys know I was headed to
the hospital with Conor. His twin Hunter wanted to come too, but I told him
to stay and present the project he worked so hard on. I told him everything
would be just fine with his brother.

After helping Conor into the passenger seat of the school van, we made our
way toward the hospital using navigation on my phone. I tried to keep his
mind off his injury by chatting about other things. Conor was the brother
with the long blond hair. It made him look extra-sexy in my mind. If it
weren't for his distinctive hair, I don't know if I would have been able to
tell the twins apart. Conor was trying hard to be tough, but at one point
admitted that he was in a lot of pain. I ran my hand through his soft hair
and said, "It'll be OK, Conor. Hang in there."

At the hospital, we didn't have to wait long to see the doctor given the
seriousness of Conor's situation. The doctor told us that it was a deep cut
that would require some sedation while he stitched Conor's hand.

"How long do you think this will take?" I asked the doctor. Looking at the
clock on the wall, I saw that it was 3:30 pm.

"About 45 minutes for the surgery, and then another hour for the young man
to come out of his sedation, give or take."

A few minutes later, the doctor was ready to get started. "OK, Conor, we're
going to start now. Please take off your collared shirt and your shorts."
After Conor hesitated, the doctor added, "Standard protocol for any kind of
surgery or sedation."

Conor started by taking off his polo shirt. He had a gray T-shirt on
underneath, and it lifted up slightly when he was taking off the other
shirt, exposing his smooth abdomen. Then it was time for him to lose the
shorts. After slipping off his shoes, he undid the button, and let them
fall down his legs, a little wiggle of his hips helping the cause. He
stepped out of the shorts, and then bent over to pick them up. He tossed
both the shirt and shorts on a chair. He was wearing a traditional pair of
loose red plaid boxers, and sadly I wasn't able to see any details
regarding his teen meat.

The doctor had Conor lay down, and a mask was placed over his face. Conor
was told to count backwards from 20. After slurring "14," he was out
cold. A nurse invited me to hang out in the lounge and grab some coffee
while the procedure took place. I would be allowed back in after it was
over. I realized that I hadn't called Conor's parents yet, since everything
had happened so fast. I gave them the update, and they said they would
start driving now to bring him home, rather than have him spend another
night at the hotel. I killed some more time on my phone, and soon I was
allowed back in the room.

Everything had gone perfectly fine with the stitching of Conor's hand. We
just had to wait for Conor to wake up, and then we'd be able to go. After
all the hospital staff left the room (the nurse said she'd check back in
about 45 minutes), I walked over to Conor. He looked so peaceful in his
state. I put a hand on his shirt-covered chest and shook him while calling
his name. No response, of course. I shook harder and spoke directly into
his ear. Nothing. I walked over and locked the door to the windowless
room. There was no way I could pass up this opportunity.

Back at Conor's hospital bed, I cupped his smooth face in my hand and then
ran my fingers along his lips. But I wasn't gonna waste any more time. I
managed to get his T-shirt off his body, which was no easy feat. I ran my
hand over his bare chest, curious to see how his nipples would respond,
given his state of sedation. At first I thought they were not being
affected until I started to feel one of them harden as my finger played
with it. Sweet!

OK, no more stalling. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers,
immediately feeling some pubic hair against my fingers. I reached his dick,
which was of course completely soft. But that didn't matter to my own cock,
which was pressing hard against the fabric of my own shorts. I took hold of
his boxers and tugged them down, revealing his pubes to my wide eyes. Like
the shirt removal, it was a challenging maneuver to get his boxers off,
needing to walk around the base of the bed several times and lift his body
while tugging them down. But it was well worth it, of course. I stared at
his limp dick for a moment, before leaning down and taking it in my
mouth. It felt weird; I hadn't ever had a completely soft dick in my
mouth. He tasted salty from his sweat, and his late-afternoon teenage smell
was intoxicating to me. As I sucked and licked and played with his dick, I
was just hoping that he would get hard despite the fact he was under
sedation.

My hopes were answered, as I felt the size of his 14-year-old cock increase
between my lips. That encouraged me, and I starting going crazy on his
thickening teen dick. The rest of his body was still except for his light
breathing. When I finally got him to a fully hard 6 inches, I took a break.

I took out my phone, and started snapping dozens of photos from every
angle. First full-body, then close-ups. Face shots, chest shots, cock,
armpit, legs, feet. I spread his legs and lifted up his balls. I wanted to
get at his hole, but it wasn't a great angle. After pulling his knees back
and putting a pillow underneath his butt, it was much better, and I took a
few more photos of his hairless boy hole. Before putting away my phone, I
lubed up my middle finger with spit and stuck it all the way deep in his
hole. It gripped my finger really tight. The sight was one I definitely
wanted to remember, and I took a couple last pictures.

As I started to loosen his hole with my finger, I jerked him off with my
other hand. I was so excited when a drop of precum appeared on the tip of
his dick. I took back out my phone and got a few shots of that. Then my
mouth was back on his 8th grade cock. Oh, man, the sticky liquid he was
leaking tasted so good, and I wanted more. Could I make Conor shoot a load
when he wasn't awake? I was determined to do so. I looked at the clock. It
had been almost half an hour since I'd been alone with Conor. Not much more
time.

Switching back and forth between sucking and jerking, finally I was getting
the sense that Conor was getting close. I stuck two fingers in his asshole,
searching for the magic button. Pretty sure I had found it, I pressed hard
into his ass, while stroking his long shaft and thumbing the head of his
dick. His cock started twitching, and rope after rope of cum erupted into
the air and landed on his chest. I took some more photos of his cum-covered
body before licking off every drop.

With the nurse possibly coming back any minute, it was time to get his
clothes back on. Boxers first. Before I had a chance to get his shirt on, I
heard the door handle jiggle. Shit. I went over to the door and unlocked
it.

"Sorry," I said to the nurse. "I left and came back and must have locked it
accidentally."

She stepped in and looked at Conor. "Still out, I see. What happened to his
shirt?"

"He was sweating a lot, and I thought maybe that would help."

"Well, let's get it back on him. He'll probably be waking up soon."

Together we got it back on, and after she checked on a few things, we sat
and chatted for a few minutes until Conor stirred. He woke up slowly,
sounding really groggy. The nurse gave him some water.

*****

Shortly after arriving back at the hotel, Conor's parents showed up, and
took over the care of their son. I could go back to the 11 remaining
boys. The science fair ended with a concurrent dinner and awards
ceremony. Our school did really well, with out about half the boys earning
either a 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place in their respective categories.

After the dinner, the boys wanted to get in another swim and water polo
game. No argument from me. I joined them for a bit, again putting my hands
on as much 13 and 14-year old boy flesh as I could. The best moment was
when I was able to slide my hand up Casey's swimsuit and grab a hold of his
cock. He reached down to help hold my hand in place on his hardening dick,
while the rest of the boys were oblivious to what was happening just feet
away from them.

As much as I would have loved to stay and play with the boys some more, I
decided to sacrifice that in order to get my plan underway. I slipped away
and went upstairs to grab my laptop. Then, using the keycard Wesley had
left behind, I reentered Peter's room. The laptop fit perfectly on the
ledge in front of the window, and I closed the curtains almost all the way
so that there was just enough space for the laptop camera to record video
of the room. I started the recording and left the room.

After getting the boys out of the pool and reminding them that lights out
was in about 45 minutes, I found myself back in my room with Casey. I
filled him in on my plan. The application on my laptop was linked to an app
on my phone, where I could see a live feed of what I was recording, and I
could also watch back the recording later. It was not cheap, but it was
really cool. I showed Casey, and we did some spying on Peter.

The two boys had already planned on hanging out, and Casey made sure it
would be in Peter's room with just the two of them. We were actually
watching on my phone as Peter texted Casey back. After watching Peter head
into his bathroom, still sporting his bathing suit, and hearing the shower
turn on, we decided to take a break.

Casey took a shower himself and then changed into a white tank top (OMFG he
looked so hot in it) and blue athletic shorts. When we went to look at my
phone again, Peter was already out of the shower and clothed. I wondered if
I had missed seeing a good show. Oops. I had been distracted by the show in
my own room and had temporarily forgotten about Peter.

Casey left to head to Peter's.

I lay down on the bed and started watching the live feed of Peter's hotel
room. I heard when Casey knocked on the door, surprised at how good the
sound was. Peter let Casey in the room.

"Sup, Case?"

"Not much, you?"

"Nothing. I'm kinda thirsty, but there's nothing in the room except water."

"Maybe room service has soda."

Peter grabbed the menu from the desk and scanned it with his
finger. "Yup. Whattya want?"

"Do they have root beer?"

"Um, let me see... Yeah, they do. I'll call it in." Peter picked up the
phone and ordered the two sodas, and then after the person on the line must
have asked if he wanted anything else, he added an order of cookies.

Casey flopped down on the bed.

"What do you wanna do? Xbox? Cards? TV?"

"Let's see what movies they have. Can you toss me the remote?"

Peter grabbed the remote control from on top of the TV and tossed it to
Casey. Then Peter joined him on the bed. Casey pointed the remote at the TV
and started clicking buttons.

After a couple of minutes, Peter spoke. "Dude, porn?!"

"Yeah, why not? You got something against it?"

"No, but it costs money. Wouldn't Mr. Davis find out?"

"When I asked him what I could order for room service, he said whatever I
want and that he wasn't even going to look at the room charges unless it
was over $50. Anyway, he's totally cool. Even if he found out, there's no
way he would tell our parents or anything like that."

"OK, but I hope you're right. My parents would flip out. They're, like,
totally...I dunno. It wouldn't be good. I've been so horny, though."

"Have you jerked off at all?"

"Once. I couldn't take it any more and did it while Wesley was sleeping
this morning before breakfast. You? You have your own room."

"Yeah, just once for me too, though. I didn't realize they had porn on the
TV until just now. It looks really hot. Which one do you want to watch?"

Meanwhile, the talk between the boys was getting me so worked up, I started
playing with myself. But I had to save myself for when I was actually in
the room with them. It looked like my time was getting closer, though.

Casey was flipping through the choices.

"Wow, how about that one?" Peter said. "She's got huge tits."

"Sure, looks good."

Casey must have clicked "Play," and then both boys scooted up to the top of
the bed to learn back against some pillows and the headboard.

I could hear classic porn music playing as the opening credits must have
been rolling. Then I heard the voices of the "actors." Peter's eyes
widened, and his hand started playing with his cock above the fabric of his
athletic shorts. "Dude, she is so fucking hot."

There was a knock at the door.

"Oh my god, I totally forgot about room service," Peter said. "Pause it!"
He hopped up, went over to the TV to turn the screen away from the room
door, and went to the door to retrieve their order. The delivery guy didn't
even step in the room. Peter placed the sodas and plate of cookies on a
nightstand and then turned the TV back facing the bed. He climbed back on
the bed, resuming his position.

The boys started up the movie again, and soon enough, both Peter and Casey
had their hands in their shorts. I plugged my earbuds into my phone, and
left my room to go down to the floor of Peter's room. I wanted to be able
to bust in before it was too late. As I made my way along several hallways
and down a few flights of stairs, I continued to watch and listen to the
scene unfold.

Without saying a word to Peter, Casey whipped his cock out the top of his
shorts. I was surprised at the confidence Casey had gained in recent
days. This was one of the most shy 8th grade boys I had, and now he was
exposing himself in front of another kid like it was nothing.

I noticed Peter look over at Casey a few times. Then he decided to follow
suit, pulling his cock out as well. It looked to be slightly bigger than
Casey's, maybe a little shy of 6 inches. Not easy to tell from the video
and my small screen, but hopefully I'd be seeing it in person in just a
minute.

As both boys started steadily jacking their cocks, I knew it was time to
make my move. Putting my phone in my pocket, I took out the room key. As
quietly as possible, I slipped it in and out of the card slot. The light
went green, and I softly turned the handle to the door, pushing in
ever-so-slightly. I could hear the sound coming from the TV, and it had
probably masked what little sound I had just made. I took a deep breath,
and then barged into the room, walking briskly right up to the side of the
bed.

Both boys, quickly slipped their cocks back in their shorts. Casey, with an
Oscar-worthy performance, grabbed the remote and pretended to fumble with
it as if he were trying to change the channel or turn off the TV. Of
course, he just left the movie playing.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked in my best stern-teacher voice.

Peter answered nonchalantly. "Nothing, Mr. Davis. We were just watching TV,
and um, suddenly this channel popped up."

Casey finally turned off the TV.

"They don't have that kind of programming on the regular TV," I
replied. "You clearly purchased a pay-per-view movie."

"We're really sorry, Mr. Davis," Casey chimed in.

"Yeah, I'm very sorry, Mr. Davis," Peter added. "You aren't going to tell
our parents are you?"

"Well, I don't see how I can't tell them...well, unless..."

"Unless what!?" Peter asked in a panicked voice.

"Unless I can join you guys."

"Huh?"

"Are you serious?" Casey continued his acting.

"Yeah, I mean, we're all guys. And I'm not that much older than you."

"You're like twice our age." Peter retorted.

"Not quite. But I could just leave and call your parents, if I'm too old to
join you."

"No, no!" Peter exclaimed. "You can stay. My parents can't know about
this."

"Make some room." I climbed on the bed and squeezed in between the two
boys. "Turn it back on," I instructed Casey.

The movie resumed. A woman with huge breasts was lying nude on a bed, and a
man had one of her breasts in his mouth. He was also wearing no clothes,
but only his bare butt was facing the camera. As the couple in the porn
continued their scene, we all sat silently for a few minutes, before Peter
started to get used to the fact that his teacher was lying next to him on a
bed watching a porno. It was probably just the fact that the movie had
drawn him in again, and he absentmindedly stuck his hand down his shorts. I
let my arm rest between Casey and myself, and my finger stroked Casey's leg
without Peter knowing it was happening.

Peter did notice, however, when Casey slipped his cock back out the top of
his shorts. "Dude!"

"Who cares?"

"But, he's right here and can see you."

"We're watching this with him already anyway."

Ironically, even though they were talking about my presence, it was as if
they were having a conversation without me there.

As if to prove his confidence of the situation further, Casey slid his
shorts and underwear completely off his body. Now he was only wearing that
sexy white tank top. I wanted to jump Casey right then and there, but
didn't want to totally freak out Peter...at least not yet.

We could now see the sizable cock of the man in the movie, and he was
lining it up to penetrate the busty woman. When he did so, Peter got lost
in the moment, and pulled his cock out into the open. Precum was leaking
from the tip. My estimation of his size from my video feed was
accurate. These boys were both so perfect in every way.

I felt it was time to take the next step, and I wrapped my left hand around
Casey's hard boy pole, stroking it slowly. Peter didn't notice immediately,
but when Casey start moaning, he looked over with widening eyes. But then
his head turned back toward the TV, and he kept stroking himself.

The moment I reached my hand toward Peter's crotch, he snapped out of his
reverie. "What are you doing? I'm not cool with that."

I had a decision to make. Was I going to go all in with the video recording
and use it as blackmail? My desire to touch the hot teen boy lying two
inches to my right won over. And I had already sacrificed my reputation
with Peter anyway. "Do you want me to tell your parents about the porn
movie?"

"Do you want me to tell my parents about you?!"

"You won't do that."

"Yes I would."

"Well, I could post a video of you jacking off that the whole school could
see."

"How the hell could you do that?"

I took out my phone and showed him my video feed. He quickly figured out
where the recording was being taken from, and started to get up from the
bed to head over to the window. I grabbed his arm.

"Let go of me!" Peter had always been this really sweet kid, and I started
to feel guilty about bringing out this side of him.

I let go, and he stayed on the bed. Meanwhile Casey was just looking on
without saying anything. The sounds and images of heterosexual sex
continued from the TV.

"Look, Peter. I'm not out to hurt you or embarrass you or anything bad at
all. I just thought we could have some fun. Have you ever had anyone give
you a hand job? It's pretty awesome."

"I'm not gay, Mr. Davis. But I guess I don't have a choice."

"I didn't say you were gay. We're just guys hanging out, having a good
time."

"Fine."

Meanwhile, Peter had slipped his cock back in his shorts, and I imagined he
had probably lost most of his erection.

All three of us lay back on the bed again and refocused on the porno. It
had moved on to a new scene with a different couple. I let Peter settle in
to the movie again for a few minutes, before I made another move. I sat up
so I could pull Peter's shorts off completely. Peter did nothing to help
me, but I managed on my own. He was wearing the black boxer briefs into
which I had ejaculated that morning. Ha! He had no idea. Then I pulled off
his underwear. His cock was lying there partially chubbed up. He had a
pretty big patch of pubic hair. Now both boys were wearing nothing below
the waist.

"Both of you, take of your shirts," I instructed. They obeyed. I looked
back and forth between the two of them. Their bodies took my breath
away. This was totally worth it. I reached with each hand to take a hold of
their boyhood pricks. Casey was hard. Peter flinched, but let me continue
this time. As I played with Peter's cock he stared forward at the movie and
started to harden.

"See? I told you it would feel good," I whispered to Peter.

He grunted a "Hmm" in response.

But time heals all wounds, and a healthy 14-year-old boy is going to
respond to the feel of someone pleasuring his favorite body part.

"Oh Mr. Davis," Casey moaned. "That feels so good."

Peter now felt like he was at full mast again. I twisted his cock in my
hand and then rubbed my palm over the head. He squirmed and let out a soft
moan. I had him now. I continued to give him my expert hand job until he
felt like he might be getting close. He was moaning and pressing his groin
up in the air. I didn't want him to explode yet though, and I let go of
both his cock and Casey's.

"Huh?" Peter's head snapped in my direction. I smiled at him. He didn't
smile back, but he had a look of lust on his face, his cheeks flushed. He
reached for his cock with his left hand.

"No." I instructed as I took a hold of his wrist and placed his arm back at
his side.

"Are you gonna keep going?"

Instead of answering him, I turned to Casey. "Get in a 69 position with
Peter."

Casey, playing his part perfectly, replied, "Do I have to?" Peter just lay
there in shock.

"Let's not go through this whole thing again. Yes, you do."

I swapped places with Casey, and then he climbed on top of Peter, taking
his cock in his hand before leaning down and putting it in his mouth.

"Oh my god!" Peter exclaimed. "Ooooh fuck."

"Put Casey's in your mouth, too," I instructed Peter.

"But, I'm not...oooh uuuhhh...I'm not gay."

"That's fine, just do it." And he did.

As the boys started slurping on each other's cocks, I pulled mine out and
started jacking off to the unbelievable sight taking place next to me. I
scooted closer to the boys and with my other hand, I rubbed Peter's chest,
playing with his nipples before scratching the erogenous zone above the
base of his cock where his hair was. Peter's arms were at his side, and he
was simply enjoying the pleasure Casey and I were giving him. Casey was
basically face-fucking Peter's mouth, who just lay there taking it.

I reached up and started caressing Casey's bottom. After fondling his balls
for a moment, my fingers crept between his cheeks and brushed the outside
of his hole. Casey let out an extra moan of encouragement. My index finger
circled his asshole and then stopped right at the center. Slowly, I pressed
it in, until Casey's insides grabbed a hold of my finger. My finger was
inside my 13-year-old student again! This could never get old, and my cock
throbbed with excitement. As the boys sucked each other and I jerked myself
with one hand while violating Casey's ass with my other, all three of us
were getting close to the ultimate moment.

"I'm gonna cum," warned Casey. Peter took his mouth off of Casey's cock and
reached up to jerk him with his hand instead.

"Me too," Peter moaned, and Casey kept on slurping.

I wiggled my finger inside Casey, and he let out a scream as he started
shooting cum on Peter's neck and chest. Peter's whole body tensed up just
then, and it was easy to tell that he was emptying his balls into Casey's
mouth as he grunted. Casey swallowed and swallowed and then rolled off of
Peter, squeezing in between Peter and me.

I only needed a few more strokes of my cock while looking at the sweaty
boys next to me, before I unleashed a load of my own along with a loud
"Ohhh fuck yeah."

A few minutes later we devoured the cookies.


*End of Chapter 10*


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