Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2019 22:47:41 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 16 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 16

*** From point of view of the man in the car ***

The crotch-grab by the kid was clearly for my benefit. Was he fucking with
me? Or flirting with me? I'd seen him before, walking home from his
school. But this was the first time I saw him in his baseball
uniform. Well, it wasn't a full uniform. I was mostly looking at his tight
baseball pants. As my car approached him, my eyes were glued to his ass,
and as I passed by, I struggled to get a look at the front side. He was
wearing a T-shirt that hugged his chest and arms, showing off his
developing body, and his baseball cap was intentionally crooked, which to
me looked perfect. I figured he was in 8th grade. I could see the sweat on
his face as the sun beat down on the boy. Talk about jailbait.

Fifty feet after passing him, I pulled over and waited for him to catch
up. I rolled down the window. My heart was thumping. When the boy reached
my car, I called out to him. "Excuse me, young man?"

He stopped and came right up to my window. He was so close, I could have
reached out, grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him even closer, and licked
the sweat from his upper lip. "Sup?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need a favor."

"What?"

"I was bringing my patio furniture out from the garage earlier today, but I
couldn't carry the bench by myself. Then I saw you walking just now, and
you looked really strong. I only live about two blocks away. Would you be
able to help me?"

"I dunno. I shouldn't even be talking to a stranger."

"Smart kid. I live in the neighborhood, though. And how about for $20?"

"$40." Wow, that made me even more turned on by this kid.

"Deal. Do you wanna meet me at my house, or hop in the car? You look really
hot. Like, heat-hot, from the sun, I mean."

He gave me a sexy smile. "Uh, sure, why not. But you need to give me the
money now."

"I'll give you half." I got out my wallet, took out a twenty, and handed it
to him.

He walked around to the passenger door, and got in. Oh my god. It was that
easy. I had a sexy middle-schooler IN MY CAR.

"Buckle up."

He tried to work the seatbelt, but apparently it was stuck. "Can you help
me, mister?"

I jumped at the chance and quickly undid my own so I could reach further. I
leaned far over the boy so I could see the root of the problem. This placed
my head almost touching his. As I took my time fiddling with his seatbelt,
I breathed in. Some people would have been grossed out by the scent of a
young teen boy in need of a shower, but it was the opposite reaction for
me. It took every ounce of restraint for me not to stick out my tongue and
lick his neck.

Finally I got the belt to work and pulled it across his body. I let my
elbow intentionally brush across his crotch. It felt like he was wearing a
cup, which made sense given his baseball clothes.

After fastening myself back in, I put the car in `Drive,' and we were on
our way.

"You need a shower, kid."

"Duh."

"Baseball practice?"

"Yeah, and then afterwards I..." He cut himself off.

"Afterwards you what?"

"I shouldn't tell you."

"You can tell me."

He lowered his voice, as if someone could overhear us. "I got a blow job."

My dick went from 80% hard to 100%. I still wasn't sure if he was messing
with me or flirting...or both. Honestly I didn't know what to make of
him. He clearly saw me staring at him on the street and might have thought
I was checking him out.

"No, shit. How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Uh, 16?" I knew he wasn't that old, given he attended the middle school.

"Nah, not for a few years. I just turned 14."

"Damn, getting sucked off at 14. Must be a stud. You clearly have some nice
muscles developing from your sports and all."

He smiled. "Thanks." Then, right on cue, he lifted his shirt to wipe his
face, revealing his 8th grade abs. My cock was trying to rip right through
my jeans.

"Who gave you the blow job?"

"Um, my girlfriend."

"Lucky guy. So, what's your name?"

"I'm Peter, but my friends call me `Big P.'"

"I'm Rick. How'd you get your nickname?"

"I don't think I should tell you."

"Oh, come on."

"Just use your imagination." Another sly smile.

We were already approaching my house. I hit the garage opener in my car,
and I parked in the driveway, leaving enough room for us to carry the bench
out. It wasn't a lie that I needed some help. Well, I at least welcomed the
help. It had been a fantasy of mine for a while to have one of the local
middle-school boys come by my house. I could hardly believe it was
happening. And with a kid who seemed interested in flirting. Could he be
wanting more? I figured that was too good to be true, but kept some hope
alive.

Peter followed me into my garage and we lifted the outdoor bench into the
air. I enjoyed watching his muscles flex and the little bit of strain in
his face as we shuffled our feet from the garage, around the side of my
house to the back patio.

"Thanks, Big P," I said when we were finished. He was sweating even more
than when I came across him on the street 10 minutes ago.

"Can I get the other 20 now?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm just trying to think if there is anything else
you can help me with while you are here." We started walking back to the
garage.

"You'd have to pay me more."

"You have the kindest heart, ya know that?"

He just stood there and didn't say anything.

"I'm just teasing." I opened the door that led from the garage to inside my
house. "I'm gonna get us a drink and the rest of your money. You can stay
here or come inside." I left the door ajar after walking inside. As I
reached my kitchen, I could hear that he had come inside and closed the
door behind him. Holy shit. I had the kid inside my house now! I grabbed
two Gatorades from my fridge and held them out to him. He chose the red one
and immediately started chugging the whole thing down. I watched as his
head leaned back to finish it up. Damn, he was a sexy 14-year-old. There
was red all around his mouth. It was quite tempting to clean him up with my
tongue.

"Wanna make another $20?"

"What do I gotta do?"

"Well, there's a TV in my bedroom that stopped working, and it's mounted to
the wall. I can't seem to lift it off, maybe just because it's so
heavy. I'm not sure. Wanna take a crack at it with me?"

"Yeah, sure."

I led him upstairs, my heart beating faster and faster as we reached my
bedroom. I had a bunch of clothes all over the place, not expecting any
company. "Sorry for the mess."

"Whatever. You should see my room. My mom is always giving me shit for how
fucking messy my room is. And how it smells. Just like you told me I
smell. Do I still smell?" He walked right up to me and lifted his arm,
aiming his armpit at me. What the hell was this kid doing?

I took a few exaggerated sniffs in, like I was joking around. I could
faintly smell some deodorant that he must have put on many hours ago, but
his stale teen boy scent was the overwhelming smell. I loved it. "I
actually didn't say you smelled," I reminded him. "I just said you needed a
shower."

"Well, either way, you're right." Without warning, he lifted off his shirt
and tossed it on the ground. His baseball cap lifted off with the shirt. I
stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring at his marvelous smooth,
white, creamy chest.

He stared back at me with his trademark grin. "Can I use your shower?"

"I, um, ..."

"I'm just kidding, man."

"I know. But you can if you want to, Big P."

"That'd be weird. Let's do your TV." He walked over to one side and reached
up to feel how heavy it would be to lift. I was staring at the small
smattering of hair under his arm. This kid was driving me nuts. "Are you
gonna help or what?" He broke me from my trance.

I went to the other side and tried to lift. We were able to pick it up a
few inches, but it was caught on the mechanism. We tried a bunch of
different strategies, but couldn't get the stupid TV to unlatch from the
mount. I was working up quite the sweat of my own at this point. Peter's
body was moist and glistening in the late afternoon sunlight coming through
my window. His ab muscles were flexing each time we made an attempt. In my
imagination I grabbed the boy and threw him on my bed to have my way with
him.

"Ugh, these pants are so annoying. They're so tight, and I can hardly
move. I think it'll help if I take them off. Is that OK with you?"

"Um, sure thing, Pete." I was trying so hard not to be super-obvious in my
excitement. "We're both just guys here."

I pretended to check out the wall mount again as I watched from the corner
of my eye. After kicking off his sneakers, Peter undid his baseball belt
and pulled off his pants. As I had suspected after my arm brushed him in
the car, he had on an athletic cup. Somehow this boy was practically naked
in my bedroom. I adjusted my hard-on and considered whether I should just
rip off his underwear myself.

"Ahh, that feels better."

Was he inviting me to check him out? I decided to openly look at him. "Oh,
I see you are wearing an athletic support. I need to get one for my nephew
actually. How do you like yours? Does it fit well?"

"Well, wearing one is never exactly comfortable." He adjusted the cup. "But
this one isn't too bad."

"What size is it?"

"Probably extra large. I can never find one big enough." His face broke out
into a huge grin to let me know he was fooling around.

"Oh, really?" I teased. "Mind if I check the size and how snug it is? My
nephew is about your size."

"Okay."

Oh man. I was gonna get to touch him. I stepped up and put my hand over the
cup. It was warm. Of course I couldn't feel his boy parts because of the
cup, but it was still exhilarating. I shifted the cup around a little
left-right-left-right-up-down-up-down as if was checking to see how it
fit. Then I pulled the back of the waistband out to see the size. I
discovered that he was wearing tighty-whities underneath the jock strap.

"The tag says it's a medium," I announced.

"Hmmm. Must be a mistake." Another sly smile.

I had two thumbs under the waistband now, and I was pulling it out in
different places, acting like I was continuing to check out the fit. I
slipped one of my thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear and
pulled out the front enough to get a quick peek. When I saw some of his
pubic hair, I again got an urge to throw him on my bed. I wasn't able to
see any of his cock or balls without pulling the waistband a lot more than
was obviously necessary.

"Do you always wear underwear underneath?"

"Yeah, it helps make it a little less uncomfortable."

"Gotcha. Well, if it's so uncomfortable wearing the cup, why don't you just
take it off now, since you aren't playing baseball."

"I'd love to, but I didn't know how you'd feel about me being in just my
underwear."

"That's thoughtful of you, but I don't care. Make yourself comfortable
while we finish with the TV job."

"OK." He took off his jock and tossed it on top of the growing pile of his
clothing.

I got my first look at the shape and size of his 8th grade cock. The
outline was clear. It was hard and straining against the fabric of his
tighty-whities. They were way too small for him. His hands were on his
hips, and he stood there confidently, like he knew how smokin' hot he
was. Little was left to my imagination at this point, and it occurred to me
that Peter in this skimpy underwear might be hotter than actually seeing
his remaining hidden parts in the flesh. I still wanted to see,
though. Obviously.

"They're so small on you."

"Yeah, I know, they're from a couple of years ago but I need them this
small to fit under the jock strap. And they make me feel sexy."

"They are definitely sexy."

"You think I'm sexy? Are you gay?"

"Can't I have an opinion on your body without being gay?"

"So you're not gay?"

"I'm not a fan of labels. What I will say, though, is that I think I see
where you got the nickname Big P."

He grabbed his cock from the outside of his underwear and gave it a few
strokes.

"You can take off the underwear if you want, Big P."

"I might. You still owe me some money."

I gave him the remaining $40 I owed him, even though we hadn't figured out
the TV yet.

He started to pull down his briefs and then stopped. I could see his sexy
V-line and the very top of his pubic hair. It was the hottest thing I could
remember seeing in a long time.

"How about another $20?" Peter asked.

"For what?"

"I dunno. Just because." He tugged his briefs down another inch and
stopped, standing there staring at me.

I got out another twenty-dollar bill and handed it to him. He reached down
and stuffed all the money in his sneakers, which were lying on my bedroom
floor a few feet away. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to see his
boy-pride in the flesh. "Take off your briefs, son."

He slowly pulled them down further. I could see his patch of hair and most
of the shaft of his dick. He was stretching his dick down as he moved the
fabric lower and lower. Finally, his dick sprung free, and it smacked his
body. It was about 6 inches. An average size on an adult, but it looked
really big on this middle school boy. His balls were the size of cherry
tomatoes. I wanted to taste it all. He was beautiful. Holy shit, this kid
was now completely naked in my bedroom. Was I dreaming?

I fished out his baseball cap from his T-shirt on the floor and put it on
his head. He adjusted it the perfect way again.

"You wanna take a picture of me? It'll only cost you $20."

I reached into my wallet, pulled out my last bill, and held it up to
him. "I'll give you $20 for some photos...and I get to lick you."

"Deal."

I quickly whipped out my phone and took a bunch of pictures of the
kid. Then I kneeled down on the floor in front of him. His crotch was
inches from my face, and I could smell it. I leaned forward and stuck out
my tongue. The instant my tongue made contact with his smooth ball sac, I
was hooked. Slowly, I licked up the length of his shaft. When I reached the
frenulum, his dick twitched, and I let my tongue flick around that area for
a few seconds. I felt a bit of his precum stick to my tongue.

Peter let out a series of high-pitched moans in a staccato rhythm, which
just encouraged me further. He struggled to form a few
words. "Oh...shit...ohmygod." Then, just as I was aiming to take the head
of his penis into my mouth, he pushed me back. "You wanna suck me? That's
another 40."

"Damn, kid. My wallet's empty."

"That's your problem."

"Don't you want me to blow you?"

"For $40, yes."

I had a stash of cash (probably about $500) in my office down the hallway,
and honestly I was happy to spend it on this kid. But I also didn't feel
like going to get it. I just wanted him to give in and let me pleasure him
like I knew I could. I crawled forward again and put my hands on the back
of his ankles. I slid them up slowly, enjoying the feel of his soft
adolescent leg hair. His thighs were completely smooth. I cupped his ass
cheeks in my large hands and pulled him toward me. My nose made contact
about halfway up his cock shaft. I stuck out my tongue again and licked up
toward the top. I could taste his precum. My lips made contact with his
flaring mushroom head. Just as I was convincing myself that he was going to
let me take him in my mouth, BAM! He pushed me back hard, and I fell back
on the floor. He was stronger than I thought.

"What the fuck, kid?" I snapped.

"I told you `no.'"

"Don't you like it?"

"You need to pay."

"I think I've paid enough already." I sat up and reached for him again.

He pushed me back for a third time. "Stop wasting my time, faggot." He
picked up his briefs, and started to put them on.

"Fine, fine. Hold on. I'll see if I can find some more cash." I went into
the other room, grabbed my emergency cash, and stuffed all but $40 in my
pocket.

Back in my bedroom, I handed him the money. His underwear was back on the
floor, and he was still rock-hard. And he was smiling again. This kid was
making out like a bandit. I put my hands on his biceps and guided him
toward the foot of my bed, before pushing him backwards. He lay back with
his legs hanging off the end of the bed. I kneeled down and grabbed his
dick with my hand, jerking it until a new drop of precum formed on the
tip. Then I went down on the 8th grader. One hand played with his balls, my
other hand felt his perfectly smooth chest and stimulated his nipples until
they became erect. Up and down his skinny pole I lapped, in and out of my
mouth, slobbering all over him. We got louder and louder, my slurping
sounds competing with his boyish moans and groans.

My own cock was starting to hurt as it strained against my jeans. I reached
down to unbutton them and pull down the fly to give my dick some breathing
room.

I lifted up his legs, because I really wanted to get a look at his
hole. And it did not disappoint. It was pink-red and looked a little raw. I
gave it a lick, and Peter let out another loud moan. The smell was exactly
as you would expect from a sweaty 14-year-old. There was a hint of lemon,
though. I couldn't figure out why that was. He was completely smooth. As
the boy clenched and unclenched, his asshole was winking at me and teasing
me. As I continued to lick his hole and balls and cock, I got the urge to
shove my cock in his hole. That might be a leap. Not sure I had enough cash
for that. But maybe I could get him to suck me.

I hopped up onto the bed and pulled him so that he was completely on the
bed as well. After shucking all my clothes, I placed my 8-inch cock on
Peter's lips. His eyes, which had been closed, flew open and widened. I
pressed to try and push through his wet lips. He pursed them to prevent the
entry of my manhood. The sweat beading on his upper lip caught my eye, and
I decided to rub my leaking precum on his peach fuzz.

"Come on, kid. Taste my cock. I sucked yours. And I promise to make you
cum. You can shoot, right?"

He nodded.

I tried again to push through his lips, but he wasn't letting me through.

He shook his head and then rubbed his fingers together to signal that he
wanted more money.

"20?"

He shook his head again.

"40?"

He opened his mouth slightly to quickly utter his counteroffer: "80."

"Fuck, kid. Are you kidding?"

"It's up to you, mister."

I leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed my jeans, removing the wad of
cash from my pocket. Peter noticed the cash, and his face lit up. I counted
off the bills and held them out to him.

"Put it in my shoe."

I did as I was told. What choice did I have other than to listen to him? He
was basically handing himself to me on a silver platter, even if it was
gonna cost me a week's salary. I wanted to take advantage of every
opportunity.

Back on the bed, I laid down on my back. "You have your money, you little
fucker. Now suck me."

He got on all fours and used his hand to guide my cock into his mouth. At
first he just took the head of my cock in his mouth. Immediately it sent
shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Holy fuck, Pete. Your mouth feels so good." I pressed his head down gently
so a little more would go in. He started bobbing on the first few inches. I
repositioned his body so that his ass was above my face. I wanted to play
with his hole and package while he blew me.

As the young teen got more and more into pleasuring my long cock, every so
often there would be a gagging sound as he tried to get more in. I helped
encourage him with my hand on his head. Meanwhile I was alternating between
poking my index finger into his tight hole and licking it while fondling
his balls and dripping boy-cock. We were both moaning with pleasure. I was
in heaven. His ass was perfect. Perfect to look at, perfect to feel,
perfect to smell, and perfect to taste.

When I added my middle finger, Peter groaned as if he was a little
uncomfortable with it, but he let me continue. His hole opened to
accommodate my two fingers, but it grasped them tightly. I really wanted to
feel that young, tight sphincter grab and milk my cock. The urge got
greater and greater the more I played with his young body. His leg muscles
contracted and relaxed as his entire inexperienced body got into the blow
job he was providing me and the anal stimulation that I was giving him.

"I want to fuck you," I blurted out.

He took his mouth off of my cock to answer. "I've never done that before."

He was a virgin. I could be the very first one to enter that sacred place
with my man meat. "I'll pay you another $120."

"I dunno. You're huge and that would be scary. I'm just a kid."

"How about $160?"

"I'll do it for $200."

He couldn't see the huge grin that formed on my face. This boy had just
given me permission to take his virginity.

A few minutes later Peter was on his back, and I was lining up my cock for
entry.

"Wait, what are you doing? Where's the condom?" he asked.

"I'm clean, kid. There's no condom. Don't worry."

"That's another $100."

"Fine. But that's the last I'm paying you, and I can do whatever else I
want."

"Except don't cum inside of me."

"OK." (We'll see about that.)

I needed to do this now, and I held onto his creamy thighs as I pushed the
head of my 8-inches into his small asshole.

"Yeoow! How much did you just put in, man?"

"Just the tip."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That feels like the whole thing."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

It already felt great, but I wanted to push more in. I slid the first inch
of my shaft inside the boy.

"Ooooh. Oh. Eh. Eh. Eeee." His noises were getting more high-pitched.

Then his phone started going off.

"Shit. I need to get that. If it's my mom, I have to answer."

"Just call her back." I held him down and started to push in further.

"No, seriously. If I don't answer, she's going to GPS me."

I pulled out, jumped off the bed and grabbed his phone. He answered it.

"Hi, Mom." Peter was still lying on his back. I pulled his legs wide apart
again and resumed my position. I brushed the tip of my dick across his
hole, which had mostly closed up already. I watched as a string of my
precum stuck to his hole.

I could hear his mom clearly. "Hi sweetie. Where are you?"

"I'm, uh, still at school." He took his free hand and covered up his
butthole. He tried to clamp his legs together, but I was positioned in
between them, so that didn't do him any good. He gave me a look. Clearly he
wanted to hold off on the sex until his phone call was over. But I didn't
care what he wanted. "Me, Tucker and Ryan are doing some extra batting
practice." I pushed my knob against his hole until it slipped it. He let
out a grunt.

"Are you okay?" his mom asked.

"Yeah, Tucker is just being an asshole."

"Language, Peter! You are my little boy, and I can't stand to hear you talk
like that."

"Sorry mom, but I'm not that little anymore." I grabbed his dick and wanked
it a few times. He smiled at me.

"I know, sweetie, but still."

"I gotta go, Mom." I pushed that first inch of shaft back in. Peter stifled
his groan and held the phone away from his mouth. He widened his eyes at me
to tell me to stop.

"Are you coming home soon? You have to do your homework."

"We're not done yet, and I don't even have much homework tonight." As hot
as it was starting to fuck this virgin kid while he was on the phone with
his mom, I needed to get things moving along already. I pressed another few
inches in without warning, and he let out a huge yelp that surely his mom
would hear.

"What is going on? Are you all right?"

"OW, fuck!"

"Peter! What is happening?"

"It's just...Tucker. He...threw his...frickin' glove at me...and it hit my
balls."

"Aren't you wearing the cup I bought for you?"

"Oh my god...Mom...do we have to...OW, OW, OW! I took off the cup, ok?"

"Why?"

"It's...tight."

"Is that because you grew that much...down there?"

"Mom! Yeah, ok...I did...OW FUCK...but I definitely don't want...to
talk...UHHHH...about that with you. I'm hanging up. See you later,
Mom. Love you." He ended the call and put the phone down on the bed.

At this point my cock was about halfway buried in the boy's tunnel. I was
pulling it in and out slowly, and he was taking it pretty well. His dick
had partially softened, and I gave it some attention to bring it back to
life, which worked pretty easily. I also ran my hand up and down his
developing abs and played with his small patch of pubic hair. They were
really soft compared to my wiry hair. His tight hole felt amazing grabbing
my rod, but I really needed to get the rest in and start ramming him silly.

"You're doing good, kid. Your boy pussy is fucking incredible. Hope you're
ready for the rest of my cock, because here it comes, boy."

"Wait, wait. I can't take that much. You're so big. You're gonna, like, rip
me open."

"It'll be fine, Big P. You were meant for this, and I'm certainly not
stopping now. Either way, you're gonna be sore tomorrow."

"If you want to put the rest in, I'm gonna need more cash."

"Nope. We had a deal. Too late to change your mind." I pushed the final 4
inches in until my bush brushed his balls. He screamed out, but for me, it
was the best feeling in the world. After giving him just a minute to
adjust, I started pistoning faster and harder. Peter was whining and
flailing his body all around. Watching and listening to him just turned me
on even more. I wasn't going to last too long before reaching my climax. I
put his strong middle-school legs up on my shoulders and fucked him. In and
out. In and out. My cock was big. Going in and out of a 14-year-old boy
made it look even bigger.

"I'm gonna cum, kid."

"Pull it out. You promised."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry." Part of me intended to do as he wished, but I
couldn't quite get my body to agree. It just felt too good in his warm,
moist, tight hole. A few more long strokes and then I pushed in all the way
and held it there. We were both sweating, and the smell of teen boy and sex
filled my room. With a screaming grunt, I felt my whole body convulse as my
cock start blasting a huge load deep in the boy. "Oooooh FUUUUUCK, kid!
Ahhhhh!!!!!"

"No, you aren't supposed to do that! What the fuck!?"

"Oh my god. Ohhhhhh!" I felt one last spurt shoot from my
dick. "You're...too hot...I couldn't...help it." I rolled on my back next
to the boy. I was exhausted and had a huge grin on my face.

A few minutes later, I had mostly recovered. My libido was actually still
present. Peter's armpit with a small tuft of hair was aimed right at me,
and I nuzzled my face in it. I breathed in and gave him a lick. "You want
me to get you off now?"

"I dunno if I can anymore. I think I should just go home now."

Challenge accepted. I didn't want him to go. Five minutes later, after a
combination of my mouth and hands, Peter screamed out like a girl and
blasted a load of his own all over his 8th grade chest. I caught a little
bit in my mouth and licked some more off of him. Part of me wanted to fuck
him again right then. But that would have been too much for him, and it
would have taken me a while to build up to another ejaculation. Holding
back would hopefully help my chances of seeing this amazing kid again in
the future. Maybe I could get some video footage the next time, too.

I laid back on the bed while I watched him get dressed. Watching this kid
do anything would turn me on. Before he left, I gave him an extra $40 to
help leave things on good terms, especially after breaking my promise about
pulling out. One afternoon and this kid probably had more money than he
knew what to do with.

"Need a ride?"

"Nah, I'll walk."

"Bye, Big P."

"See ya."

And just like that, he was gone. Best day ever.


*End of Chapter 16*


Please keep letting me know your favorite parts! Lots to still come. More
sex ed lessons. John Pan and the DA. Will anyone get to see Clay's supposed
large boyhood? Many more adventures for Casey and Mr. Davis.

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