Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2019 13:48:37 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 14 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 14

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

I had to try to ignore Clay's fondling of himself so that I could continue
talking to the class. "Anyway, yes what I am talking about is Sex Ed. But
we need to have a level of respect in this room. No calling each other
`dumb' or other names. Some topics during this unit will be sensitive, and
it won't be appropriate to make fun of your classmates."

"What will we be talking about?" asked Clay.

"I'm getting there, Clay. I don't think I've ever seen you this engaged in
class, young man."

The class laughed. Clay didn't care. He was staring up at me, waiting to
hear more.

"We will cover the anatomy of both girls and boys, sexual development of
adolescents, safe sex and STDs, gender identity, sexual orientation,
nocturnal emissions, self-stimulation..."

Clay interrupted again. "Self-stimulation?"

"Ya know, spanking the monkey," Nicky answered for me.

"Clay wouldn't know about that," another boy named Matthew chimed in.

"You're wrong, Matt. That's all Clay does all the time," Nicky countered.

"OK, OK, that's enough, boys. I'm glad you are comfortable talking about
these topics, but remember what I literally just said about respect. I'm
not going to give any more warnings. Everyone is at a different stage of
their development. That happens especially at your age. Well maybe moreso
for the 6th and 7th graders. I imagine most of you are already going
through puberty, but if you aren't, that's OK too. We're going to take a
survey today so I can get an idea of your base knowledge about some topics,
and a little bit about you personally, including where you are in your
development. There will also be an opportunity for you to ask any questions
you want. The survey will be anonymous. I will just see compiled results
from all 75 boys I teach."

That last part was a little bit of a lie. It was indeed anonymous, but each
survey result could be separately viewed and would be timestamped. My plan
was to keep track of the order in which the boys completed the survey, so
that I could pretty much tell whose was whose. The survey was on the long
side, so that would help avoid multiple students finishing at the same
time. And if they did, there were some biographical questions that would
help me sort it out if two boys closed their laptops at the same time (hair
and eye color, height, weight, whether they are 13 or 14).

"OK, please get out your laptops. I'll send you the link to the survey
right now, and when you are finished, please close your laptop. I'll come
and give you a study sheet on the female anatomy." Some more
under-the-breath comments and giggles.

I figured it would take at least 15 minutes for the surveys to be filled
out, so meanwhile I searched the local news websites to see if I could get
any more information on John Pan's arrest. There really wasn't anything to
find, though. Just lots of rumors about the reason for his
arrest. Everything from drugs to porn to tax fraud. Nothing for which the
press had any evidence. I had a buddy on the local police force, and I
thought about reaching out to him to see if I could get any information.

I looked up at the sea of boys in front of me. I was trying to decide which
boy had the shortest shorts and which boy was showing the biggest
package. Clay, as usual, couldn't keep his hand away from his dick. But it
was definitely amplified given the start of our new unit. He would adjust
himself from the outside, then he'd put his hand in his pocket, and once in
a while, he'd stick his hand right down the front of his pants! Either it
was completely subconscious, or he didn't realize that I had a perfect view
of that area under his desk.

Suddenly Nicky slammed his laptop shut. It had only been 10 minutes.

Clay's head snapped in his direction, "You're already finished? I'm only on
Section 2."

I chimed in before the class could lose focus. "Shhh. Take your time,
everyone. There is no rush." I wrote Nicky's name at the top of the list
that would become my key to whose survey was whose. Then I got up and
delivered a female anatomy worksheet to Nicky. I told him to take the rest
of the period to start studying the different terms.

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

This was awesome. We were going to be talking about sex in science class
for the next few weeks. I mean, I hoped I didn't have to say anything out
loud, but I was definitely excited about hearing Mr. Davis talk about it
and hearing my classmates, too. I wondered why he didn't tell me about
it. Maybe he wanted to surprise me.

I was about halfway through the survey. I had already answered all the
science questions. I only knew a few of the answers. Now I was on the
questions about myself. I couldn't believe how detailed some of them were:
-Have you started growing pubic hair? What age?  -Do you have hair under
your arms? Since what age?  -Have you ever shaved your mustache area? If
so, when was your first time? How often do you do so?  -Can you ejaculate?
If so, since what age?  -How often do you masturbate?  -What do you think
about when you masturbate?  -What is your sexual orientation? (There was a
scale form 1 to 10, where 1 was fully straight and 10 was fully gay.)  -How
long is your penis when it is flaccid? (I didn't know that word, but
figured it out after the next question.)  -How long is your penis when it
is erect?  -Have you had any sexual experiences with other people. Please
describe.

The last section of the survey was a place to ask questions. I just asked
one: How do you know if you are gay? I obviously knew I was gay, but I
wanted to make sure that was a topic we got to talk about in class.

I closed my laptop and Mr. Davis came by to hand me the worksheet. His hand
brushed mine when he placed the sheet on my desk. As if I wasn't having
enough trouble controlling my hard-on already.

On the worksheet was a picture of a girl with lots of terms written around
the sides with arrows. I hadn't heard of most of the words. I had heard of
"clitoris" but didn't know what it was. This was all pretty gross, but I
was still hard anyway. I looked over at Peter. He was still working on the
survey. I saw his hand press down on the top of his groin area. Clay's hand
was literally in his shorts! That kid, oh my god. He was clueless. I'd
totally hook up with him in an instant, though. I bet he'd let me blow him
if the opportunity came up in the right way. He's like the horniest in our
grade, and I don't think he'd actually care if it was a boy or girl's mouth
sucking him off.

*** From John Pan's point of view ***

It all started when my wife's brother's family came to stay with us after
their water heater broke down. Actually, it started with Casey in art class
a couple of weeks ago. That kid awakened something in me that I didn't even
know was there. I mean, I had always appreciated the beauty in both males
and females of all ages, but I had never considered teenaged boys as sexual
objects until my encounter with Casey. Now it seemed that I couldn't get
through a class without imagining what half the boys had under their
clothes.

Anyway, my wife's brother married a white woman, and they had one
kid. That's our nephew, Hayden. He's 13 years old and actually goes to the
same school where I teach. These past couple of weeks, I've looked at
Hayden differently. I find his mixed-race complexion to be beautiful. And
his braces for some reason have become a major turn-on for me.

When their water heater broke and my wife asked if they could crash at our
house, I almost said "no," because I didn't think I'd be able to handle
having Hayden in our house. Who knew what various states of undress I'd see
him in? I might not be able to control my dick from ripping a hole in the
front of my pants. It turns out that I should have said "no." I'd probably
be sleeping on the couch after a freak-out from my wife, but at least I
wouldn't be sitting in jail.

At school, Hayden had always been pretty reserved and well-behaved. As his
uncle, I knew that outside of school existed a more energetic, silly
version of the boy. And when he and his parents moved in last week, I
discovered that he wasn't a huge fan of clothes. Especially with the hot
spell last week, the young teen was almost never wearing a shirt. Even at
the dinner table. His shorts usually hung low enough that I could see the
waistband and a little more of his underwear. At first I knew they were
some kind of briefs, but not sure what style. Needless to say, Hayden was
driving me crazy.

It was last Thursday night that I woke up in the middle of the night. I
immediately knew that someone else was walking around the house. I grabbed
my phone to use as a flashlight and came out of my room. The noise was
coming from downstairs. I looked down the steps, and saw Hayden walk by. I
jogged down the steps.

"Psst. Hayden. Whatcha doing? Do you need something? Couldn't sleep?" As I
approached him, he didn't turn around or answer me. He just kept walking. I
caught up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Still no reaction, and he
just kept walking. He was just wearing underwear. Boxer briefs that looked
a size too small. His ass looked amazing in them. Was he sleepwalking?

I ran around to face him. It was like he couldn't see me. He was
sleepwalking. I couldn't believe he had made it safely downstairs.

I got my first look of his package, framed perfectly by the underwear. It
made his cock and balls look really big. I wondered if that was just an
illusion.

Since Hayden was asleep, I scooped him up and carried him in my arms back
upstairs to the guest room he was using. I was significantly bigger than he
was, so he wasn't that hard to manage. But speaking of "hard," by the time
we reached his room, I noticed that his cock had completely stiffened. It
was obvious through his boxer briefs. The reason could have been because of
the friction created with the fabric as I carried him. Or just simply
because he was a 13-year-old boy!

I carefully laid him on the bed, and I was about to leave when I got the
strong desire to see what he was packing in the flesh. If only I had just
left. But I didn't.

It was pretty dark, so I needed to use the flashlight from my phone. With
my available and trembling hand, I reached out toward Hayden's waist. I was
extremely nervous and also excited. With my phone-hand thumb I swiped
across the screen to open the camera app. And then one more swipe to access
video mode. A single tap later, and I was recording.

Before touching him, I decided to kneel down next to the bed so that I'd be
able to quickly duck out of sight if needed. I reached for Hayden's
waistband. Sticking my thumb underneath the elastic, I slowly pulled the
fabric away from his lithe body. I was trying not to shake so much. I
pulled the front of his boxer briefs down, revealing his cock to my eyes
(and video recording) for the first time. Ho-ly shit! Is this what I'd been
missing my whole life? His dick was stunning. Perfect. And he had a small
patch of pubic hair. It almost looked like it had been trimmed to a perfect
rectangle. But there were no signs of shaving. He was 100% smooth outside
the rectangular area. It was just where he had started growing hair in his
beginning stages of puberty.

I didn't want to let go of the waistband, because I thought it might snap
back up and wake him. I wasn't sure if I could get it to stay if I tried
tucking it below his boy balls. I needed another hand, but I also didn't
want to stop the recording. While holding his briefs stretched open with
one hand, I moved my phone to my mouth. Then, using both hands, I started
tugging his briefs down. As skinny as his hips were, the underwear was so
tight, and it wasn't easy to move down. But fortunately the boy was
completely unconscious. Finally, I got them low enough that his dick and
balls were free. His underwear was around his thighs. The only bad thing
about that was that I couldn't spread his legs apart.

Hayden's dick twitched, which of course I noticed, because I hadn't stopped
staring at it. A clear drip of precum had formed on the tip. I didn't know
if he could ejaculate yet. Did the presence of precum mean that he could
shoot? Oh my god, if I could see that...

I moved the phone back to my left hand to get a steadier shot. With the
index finger on my right hand, I carefully made contact with the precum
drop and drew it away from his body. The string got longer and longer
before finally breaking off. There was a little bit stuck to my finger, and
I licked it off. It wasn't enough gauge the taste, though.

The urge to know whether Hayden could shoot got stronger and stronger. I
reached out again with my finger and softly poked his erection. His skin
was soft, but underneath was rock hard. I got bolder and used two fingers
at once to poke him again. Then I spread my fingers so that they forked
around his shaft. Slowly, I started to slide them back and forth, ever so
slightly.

Hayden let out a quiet moan. It was barely audible, but it still made me
jump. My hand flew away from his body, and I hid myself behind the
bed. However, the sound of his breathing indicated that he was still dead
to the world. I slowly peeked my head back up. My phone was still
recording. Hayden remained asleep, but his hand was now grabbing his dick.

I gave his hand a little push to see if I could get him to play with
himself in his sleep. I mean, he could walk down a set of stairs and around
my house in his sleep! I'm not a sleep expert, but why not fondle himself?
At first nothing happened, so I tried again. This time I helped him stroke
a few times back and forth. And it worked! His hand started going back and
forth by itself. Score.

Is this how wet dreams took place? Did boys actually jerk themselves off,
or did they just ejaculate without touching themselves? I had no
idea. Hadn't even thought about it before.

Now that I had two hands available, I was able to increase the quality of
my camera work, including various zooms and angles. I couldn't believe what
I was witnessing. Truly the most erotic sight. I was getting more and more
worked up, and I used my free hand to give a little attention to my own
throbbing cock. I was kneeling next to the bed still, when I had a strange
idea. I pulled down my boxers enough to free my cock, and I pushed it
toward the crack between the mattress and box spring. It was actually
easier than I thought to lift up the mattress enough to slide in. Once I
let go, it was a real tight fit. But it felt good. I started pumping my
hips, essentially fucking my guest bed. As I watched Hayden continue to
jack his 8th grade cock, I had visions of myself plowing him in the
ass. Those thoughts took me by surprise. It had been years since I had
considered having sex with anyone besides my wife, and now I was
fantasizing about my nephew. Did it make it any better that he wasn't
blood-related?

A few more moans had come out of Hayden's mouth, which only made me more
aroused. Fuck, this was hot. Better than sex has been with my wife in a
long time. And I wasn't even touching the boy right now. Hayden was now
full-out jerking his cock. Would he shoot a load of cum? I wanted to touch
him so badly, but now that he was pleasuring himself, I didn't want to ruin
that. It wasn't worth the risk, as tempting as it was to reach out again
and see what that smooth skin felt like. Maybe another time. Right now my
laser focus was on whether he would shoot.

I continued to fuck the bed, and Hayden appeared like he was getting closer
to his climax. Come on, kid, I know you can do it. You need to cum. I need
you to cum. His mouth was open wider as his breathing got heavier. I could
see his braces and that just made it even hotter. I wondered why that
was. Maybe the association between braces and young teens and that being
the age when boys were insatiably horny?

Then, the moment arrived. Hayden's hand went a little faster, then stopped
completely as his body stiffened. His whole body spasmed as his first shot
of boycum shot all the way up to his face. It was much clearer than mine,
looking like watered-down milk. That first string of cum landed across his
open mouth, some of it literally on his braces and tongue. I wondered if he
could taste it and if he was dreaming right at this moment? Two more shots
landed on his smooth chest, and then a couple more dribbled out, making a
mess in his little patch of pubes.

I pulled my cock out of the mattress sandwich and stuffed it back in my
boxers while giving it a final few tugs to shoot a huge load of my own and
letting out a stifled grunt. It was the most intense orgasm I could
remember having in a long, long time. Before turning off my video
recording, I took some close-ups of Hayden's load, first in his groin area
where his dick was quickly softening, then up his chest, ending at his open
mouth. Then, I got out of the room, leaving Hayden in his state of sticky
nudity.

*****

The next evening I had the house to myself for a few hours. Hayden was at a
two-night science fair trip, his parents were on a date night, and my wife
was having a girls' night out.

The first thing I did after everyone had left was poke around Hayden's
bedroom, seeing if I could find anything interesting. There were a lot of
dirty clothes strewn about, and I picked up a pair of blue camo boxer
briefs. They looked so small in my hands. There's no way I could ever get
them on, and I wasn't sure how he could. He really wasn't that little
anymore, but he was skinny. I opened up the underwear and brought it to my
face. I breathed in deeply. Oh my god. I'm not really sure how to describe
it, but if someone could package it and sell it, they would make
millions. It was all teen boy. Which apparently was my new favorite
smell...and sight...and feel. And I'm sure taste, if I could have that
opportunity.

I was so horny at this point and went to grab my laptop, before crawling
into Hayden's bed. Opening a private browsing window, I stared at the
screen for a moment, deciding what to type. First I went on Google images
and typed "teen boys with braces." I probably could have shot hard in just
a few minutes looking at that page of photos, but I wanted something
more. Next thing I knew, I had stumbled upon a site called gayboystube and
was scrolling through hundreds of photos that had been posted of men and,
in many cases, boys. Most of the underage teens shown were clothed, but
sometimes not! I mean, they always claimed to be 18, but some of them were
more like 14. I couldn't believe what was out there on the internet. I
mean, I suspected of course, but I had never actually checked it out. This
was like a whole new world for me.

At one point I noticed a notification in the upper right-hand corner, and I
clicked to see what it was. Someone named Boilvr99 had requested to be my
"friend." That was strange. How did anyone even know I was there. I had
just created an account, and I hadn't even saved any favorites or done any
of the things I saw on other people's pages. Maybe there was a way to see a
list of the newest accounts created. Hmm.

Before accepting his request, I clicked on his page. He hadn't posted any
of his own content, but he had favorited a lot of photos and videos, and
most contained young-looking "twinks" (new word I learned). Definitely a
lot of great stuff to look at. I clicked on his friends list, and just
looking at the profile pics, I knew they would lead to more material that I
was going to love. I accepted his friend request.

Next thing I knew he had sent me a private message, and we started going
back and forth.

Boilvr99: How old are you?

Me: 36

Boilvr99: I'm 40. What r u into?

Me: I dunno, what do you mean?

Boilvr99: Well, I like all ages of guys but especially teen boys, and if
they are young and hung, that's the best.

Me: I'm married.

Boilvr99: To a guy?

Me: No, woman.

Boilvr99: Oh. That's cool.

Me: But I recently starting looking at my students and getting turned on.

Boilvr99: LOL nice. What age?

Me: I teach mostly 7th and 8th grade. All boys.

Boilvr99: OMG that's fucking awesome dude.

Me: It's driving me nuts lately though

Boilvr99: Any pics of your students?

Me: Um I don't think I should do that

Boilvr99: Just so I can picture who you have in class. No big deal. You
don't have to if you don't want.

Me: [I sent him Hayden's school photo from this year.]

Boilvr99: Holy fuck, that's a little hottie. Love the braces.

Me: It's actually my nephew, he goes to my school.

Boilvr99: Wow, u mess around with him haha

Me: Well

Boilvr99: omg no way you have to tell me!

Me: It was last night actually cuz he's staying at my house. He was
sleeping and long story short I saw his dick and got him to jack off in his
sleep.

Boilvr99: wtf! no way

Me: yeah, I actually have a video of it

Boilvr99: What!? you HAVE to share with me

Me: No I can't send that

Boilvr99: please please please. i'll pay you

Me: haha desperate much? how much? how would that work?

Boilvr99: i'll paypal u. $50

Me: $75

Boilvr99: bargaining, eh? fine, 75, but it better be good. If you scam me,
I have your info remember.

Me: It's good. And ur the one begging for it dude.

I had made up a new email address to sign up for the website, and I used it
to create a PayPal account as well. I gave him the info so he could pay me.

Boilvr99: Payment sent. Now send video.

Me: It says it's too big to send over the private chat, and I don't want to
upload to this website.

Boilvr99: Do dropbox

Me: Never done that, gimme a minute

A few minutes later I had created a Dropbox account and put the video on
there. Then I decided to delete the video from my phone so no one (my wife)
would find it.

Me: OK, here ya go. [I sent the video.]

10 minutes of silence from him.

Boilvr99: FUUUCK dude that was so HOT, I totally shot a huge load watching
you and your nephew.

Me: He's not blood related

Boilvr99: I don't give a shit

Me: Glad you liked it

Boilvr99: If you make any more, I'll buy from u, keep me posted.

Me: K

Boilvr99: Here's a Dropbox link to an awesome video i know you'll like. I
gtg TTYL

Me: Thanks. Night.

I clicked on the link. It showed a scene in a classroom. I was already
excited. On the board it said "DETENTION." There was a teacher sitting at
his desk, pretty built guy with scruff, maybe late 20s to late 30s, I
wasn't sure. There was a single kid sitting in a desk. He looked
young. Couldn't have been 18. More like 13 to 15. He had a mop of blond
hair and was wearing a dress shirt and tie, tucked into pants with a
belt. Like a private school uniform.

The video made it look like the boy was reading a textbook, but behind it
you could see he was on his phone. The teacher's face became suspicious and
he stood up from his desk. "What are you doing Dylan?"

"Nothing, just reading."

"Don't lie to me." He walked toward Dylan, and in trying to hide his phone,
the kid fumbled it, and it fell to the ground.

"I...I'm sorry. I was just checking the time."

The teacher picked up the phone and slapped it on the kid's desk. "You just
earned yourself two more detentions. One for being on your phone and one
for lying."

"No, please, you can't..."

"You're gonna tell me what I can and can't do!?"

"I mean, I can't miss soccer practice again. If I miss again, I'm off the
team."

"Maybe you should have thought of that earlier, Dylan."

"Please, please! I'll do anything. Wash your car, clean the classroom,
whatever you need."

"I do need something."

"OK, what?"

The teacher fondled himself and stepped really close to Dylan.

"Oh. I dunno."

The teacher turned to walk back to his desk. "Fine, see you in detention
tomorrow."  "Wait. What do you want me to do?"

"Why don't you get more comfortable? You can take off your tie."

"OK..." As Dylan took off his tie, the teacher stepped up close and started
unbuttoning Dylan's shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to see what kind of athlete you are and if I should really help you
stay on the soccer team." After finishing unbuttoning, he slid the shirt
off of Dylan's body, revealing a tight grey T-shirt underneath. The teacher
then lifted the shirt over Dylan's head. As it slid over Dylan's stretched
arms, you could see that Dylan's armpits were hairless. So maybe he was
more like 13.

At this point I had slid off my shorts and underwear completely and was
jerking off nude on Hayden's bed.

"Nice body, Dylan. Make a muscle." Dylan lifted his right arm and showed
off his developing bicep. The teacher squeezed the young teen's muscle and
then slid his hand to Dylan's chest, moving it down slowly until he reached
Dylan's waist. Now with two hands, the teacher unbuckled the kid's belt and
swiftly pulled it from all the belt loops at once. He tossed it on the
ground with Dylan's shirts. The kid was just standing there letting it all
happen.

I couldn't wait to see what Dylan is packing and clicked ahead on the
video. But it looked like only his dress pants were coming off at this
point. It was hard to tell anything about his cock and balls because he was
wearing boxer shorts that were not very revealing.

"Now you take off my belt, Dylan."

He hesitated until the teacher grabbed his wrist. Then he did as he was
told.

"And unzip my pants."

He did it.

"Pull them down and suck my cock."

"But, I..."

"Dylan, this is totally your choice, but you know the options."

Dylan sighed. He pulled down the teacher's pants. The teacher was wearing
nothing underneath, and his huge cock flopped out. It was easily 8
inches. Dylan's eyes went wide as he stared down at the man-cock displayed
in front of him.

The teacher pushed Dylan to his knees. "Let's go, boy." The teacher lifted
his dick up, and Dylan got even closer. The teacher then lurched forward
stuffing his cock in Dylan's mouth, using his hand on the back of Dylan's
head to hold it in place. Dylan gagged and coughed. "Oh yeah, kid, take
that meat." Dylan passively sat on his knees, taking the pounding into his
smooth face. A few times the teacher pulled out and slapped his long cock
right on Dylan's flushed cheeks. The boy grimaced.

After several minutes, the teacher pulled Dylan to his feet and spun him
around. He pushed him so that Dylan was bent over leaning on a desk. The
teacher slowly rubbed his hand over the back of Dylan's boxers. "You have a
nice ass, boy. Oh! Look at that. There's a little hole in your boxers." The
camera zoomed in, and sure enough there was a hole in the fabric of Dylan's
boxers right between the butt cheeks. The teacher poked his index finger
into the hole and pushed forward, causing the hole to rip a little wider as
he moved his finger around.

Dylan's body flinched. The teacher's finger must have made contact with a
sensitive part of Dylan's body.

"You're a bit sweaty back here, Dylan. You nervous?"

"Yeah," Dylan answered quietly. "I don't know what's going on."

"I'm just admiring your athletic body, Dylan. Nothing to be scared about."

I was jerking my cock pretty furiously now while I wondered what was going
to happen next. Was this man in the video going to have sex with the boy? I
couldn't believe there was a video of this. It seemed so wrong, but I was
extremely turned on by the thought anyway.

The teacher pushed his finger further through Dylan's boxers.

"Ow! You poked my butthole. Stop!"

"Shhh. I know what I'm doing, Dylan. Just relax."

"No, I don't want to do this anymore." He started to lift his torso off of
the desk, but the teacher pushed him back down with the hand that was not
probing into the boy's ass crack.

"But...yeooooow!! Shit, that hurts so bad!"

"It doesn't hurt, Dylan. You just aren't used to it. It's only two
fingers. Chill. I'm trying to help you out and keep you on your soccer
team. You should think about showing some gratitude."

"You aren't helping..."

"Shut up." The teacher put his hand over Dylan's mouth as it appeared that
he was pumping his two fingers into Dylan's hole. Then Dylan bit down on
the teacher's hand.

"Ow, you little fucker. I was playing nice, but if you are going to get
nasty, I'll have to do the same."

Just as I was wishing Dylan's boxers were not blocking my view of his ass,
the teacher ripped them apart from the hole. Then he ripped them off his
body altogether. After Dylan's underwear was out of the way, the teacher
aggressively stuck two fingers back into Dylan's asshole. This time I saw a
perfect view of them penetrating his smooth, hairless, virgin hole. My
heart raced as I watched, and I had to let go of my cock temporarily,
because I didn't want to cum before seeing where this was headed.

"You think this hurts, Dylan? Well how about my thick cock? Let me know how
that feels." The teacher grabbed his long cock and lined it up with the
boy's twitching hole.

"No, no, no! Please don't!"

"Ya know what, Dylan? Keep whining about it. It just turns me on even
more. Come on, scream for me, boy!" At that point he pushed his cock into
the boy's tight hole. I grabbed my own cock again. This was the most
amazing thing I'd ever seen in my life.

The teacher's cock was about halfway in Dylan's chute. He grabbed the boy's
hips and pushed in even further. A minute later he had the whole shaft
buried in the kid's ass, and he was pumping it violently in and out. His
balls were slapping against the boys' much smaller ones.

"Stop! Please! Stop! It hurts so bad! Owww!"

"Oh fuck, kid, you feel amazing. You know you need this man's cock
punishing your tight hole. Oh shit, Dylan. Uhhhhhhh! I'm gonna breed you
with my huge load."

I grabbed Hayden's underwear and pressed it to my face, breathing in deeply
while continuing to jack my cock like never before.

"Ow! Please stop fucking me!"

"I'm almost done, kid. Here it comes! Ahhhh!" The teacher stopped pumping
and pushed all the way in before letting out a huge, manly groan. "I'm
cumming...Dylan! I'm...filling...you...up!" His body spasmed several times
as he unloaded into the young teen, who looked like a 7th or 8th grader.

I erupted at the same time, cum splattering all over my body and some of it
getting on Hayden's sheets. My heart was pounding as I watched the teacher
collapse forward, leaning on young Dylan.

As my breathing slowed over the next minute, so did the teacher's in the
video. He stood up and pulled his cock from the boy's hole. The camera
zoomed in on the kid's asshole again and after a brief pause, globs of cum
came pouring out of his hole, falling onto the classroom
floor. Oh. My. God.

"Put on your fucking clothes and get the hell out of here," the teacher
instructed the student.

Dylan got dressed and walked toward the door. Then he stopped. He turned
back with a huge smile on his face. "See you next week, Mr. Johnson?"

"You bet, Dylan."


*End of Chapter 14*


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