Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2018 06:03:13 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 2 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 2

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

I woke to the sound of my mom's voice through the bedroom door. "Casey!
Time to get up!"

It was totally my fault for staying up super-late the night before, but I
was so tired, and didn't want to even open my eyes. Reaching into my
boxers, I took a hold of my morning wood. These days it seemed like I
always had a boner, no matter how many times I jerked off in one day. From
what I've heard, I guess that's pretty normal for a 13-year-old. Sometimes
it was annoying, but overall I didn't really mind. I mean, I love naughty
photos and videos and stories, which help me shoot my load. As great as the
porn is though, I'd really love to do something sexual with a real
person. More specifically...a real guy.

So I not only needed to take care of my current hard-on, but I also had to
piss, like, really really bad. Finally I opened my eyes and pulled myself
from my bed. The only thing I was wearing was boxers. I grabbed my phone
and earbuds, and slowly opened my bedroom door. The bathroom was in the
hallway, and I didn't want anyone to see the obvious tent in my boxers. The
coast was clear, and I scampered past my brother's bedroom into the
bathroom, quickly closing the door behind me.

After shedding my boxers, the first task was to relieve my bladder. My dick
was pointing almost straight up, so I stretched it downward against its
will in order to avoid pissing all over the bathroom. It hurt for a moment,
but once the flow started, the relief was well worth it. I closed the
toilet seat cover, and sat down. After putting the earbuds in, I pulled up
a video that this guy had sent me last night of him jerking off. I actually
hadn't watched it yet, because I was saving it for this morning.

As I watched the video for my first time, I wrapped my hand around my shaft
and began my favorite part of my morning ritual. The video was
super-hot. The guy (who claimed to be 16) had an awesome 7-inch dick, and
he was moaning as he whacked off. Right before he shot his load, he also
called out my name! I opened an app that allowed me to watch a video on a
loop, and I propped my phone on the counter so I could see it from the
shower.

I continued to jerk my 5 inches (which I was quite proud of for my age) as
I stepped into the hot shower. The water felt great pouring over my
body. Before I washed my body I needed to finish the job at hand. With a
perfect view of the video loop, I continued to pleasure my teen pride. Even
though I had cut the sound, I could still imagine him moaning my name. It
only took two times through the video before I felt that familiar
feeling. My balls tightened up, and I shot a huge load onto the inside of
the shower curtain. Holy shit that felt good. I smiled at the mess I had
made.

While rubbing shampoo into my light-brown mop of hair, I thought about last
night. It was the second night in a row I had spent a bunch of time
chatting on Kik, which I had only recently downloaded. The guy last night
was awesome. He claimed to be 16 years old, but I knew that there was a
chance he was lying in order to trick me into sexting with him. Ironically
that wouldn't have been necessary, because I would prefer that he was
older. Even though I would do something sexual with a guy in my grade or in
high school in a heartbeat, if I had my choice, it would be a guy in his
20s or 30s.

Moving on to the washing of the rest of my slim frame, my thoughts drifted
to a story I was reading after signing off of Kik. While I should have gone
to bed after shooting my load, instead I had visited the Nifty website and
spent over another hour reading stories from the gay adult-youth
section. Finally, after cumming for the second time since getting into bed,
I had drifted off to sleep.

The daydreaming in my shower was interrupted by an urgent knocking at the
door with my brother yelling at me to get out of the shower and let him in
the bathroom. I didn't want my family giving me a hard time about being in
the bathroom so long, so I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. I
wrapped it around my waist, grabbed my stuff, and yielded the bathroom to
my sometimes-cool, mostly-annoying 12-year-old brother.

Back in my room, I dried off and threw the towel on my bed. I stood naked
in front of the mirror and took in the view. I actually liked what I
saw. One of my favorite parts of my body was my hair. People teased me for
looking like a young Justin Bieber, but I took that as a
compliment. Fortunately, unlike some of my classmates, my face was
completely smooth. I wasn't very athletic, but I did try to do some
push-ups and sit-ups as much as possible, and I was proud of the
slow-developing definition in my arms and chest. I lifted up an arm to
investigate underneath. There were a few hairs there, and for some reason
that kinda turned me on. OK, it didn't take a lot these days to turn me
on. But was it weird to be turned on by myself?? I loved the light patch of
hair growing in above my pubic area, and needless to say I worshipped my
cock. My legs also were starting to sprout a few hairs, and last came my
feet, which were already size 9.

"Now or never for breakfast, Case...we gotta go soon."

"Be there in a minute, Mom."

I opened my underwear drawer to pick out a pair of boxer briefs, but then
remembered that I had made a deal with the Kik guy last night. We agreed
that we would both go commando to school today. And I needed to find a way
to take photographic proof. Not sure how I was gonna do that yet.

So I just put on some shorts (we are required to wear like khaki-style
shorts) and a polo shirt (also part of the dress code). Lastly a pair of
black Under Amour socks that came up to my calves. I quickly brushed my
hair a little bit. Not much was needed because when it dried, it just kinda
always fell into place. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs.

My breakfast of choice when I didn't have much time was just a big bowl of
cereal. Today it was Honey Nut Cheerios and some strawberries my mom cut up
for me. My little brother was blabbing on about his baseball team. He was
12 years old and in 6th grade, but he was pretty tall already (5'5") and
very athletic. He had made the middle school varsity baseball team as a 6th
grader, and it was all he could talk about these days. I was only an inch
taller than he was. By the way, my brother's name is John but everyone
calls him JJ because John is also our dad's name.

"Let's go boys, time to head out."

Mom drove us to school most days, and I let JJ sit in front, because I
preferred to have the back seat to myself anyway. Still unsure of how I was
gonna take the proof-of-no-underwear photo at school, I decided to take one
now in the car. Making sure my mom and brother weren't looking, I pulled
the bottom of my shirt out of the way, lifted my shorts up enough that you
could see the evidence, and snapped a quick photo. Checking out the photo,
it was perfect. You could see that I was in the car, you could see from my
belly button down into my shorts, you could see that I was definitely not
wearing any kind of underwear, and you could see my pubes and a little bit
of the shaft of my cock. I opened Kik and sent it to the guy from last
night (swimkid_16). Then I deleted the photo.

"Love you, Mom."

"Love you, Mom."

"Have a great day, boys."

*****

I rolled into homeroom just in time, without a chance to go to my locker. I
quickly put my backpack on a hook in the hallway and popped in the
classroom. My homeroom teacher was Mr. Davis, who happened to also be my
science teacher. I sat down in the back of the room and waited for whatever
we were going to do or talk about. Usually just some kind of announcements
or reminders about today and the rest of the week. I looked up front at
Mr. Davis. He was sitting at his desk and staring at his cell phone, even
though it was already 8:00. I watched as he typed something into his phone
and then reached down to adjust himself! Probably no one else noticed
because they were all chatting with each other and in their own worlds, but
I sure noticed. He put down his phone and stood up.

"Good morning, gentlemen." (Did I mention I went to an all-boys school?)

"Good morning, Mr. Davis," replied the boys in unison.

I flinched as I felt (and heard) my cell phone vibrate. Shit. Then, I
swear, I noticed Mr. Davis staring directly at me. But there's no way he
could have heard my phone vibrate from the front of the room. I was
supposed to keep my phone in my locker, but sometimes I forgot, and some
days, like today, I didn't even have time to go to my locker. Yesterday, my
phone went off during our science test. I discovered later that it was
because of an email Mr. Davis sent to the class about our homework. Funny
coincidence. Anyway, he heard my phone and confiscated it for the rest of
the day. Sometimes teachers also give a detention for cell phone
violations, but Mr. Davis was different.

First of all, he didn't give me a detention. He was genuinely nice and
didn't make us students just feel like we were little kids that had to do
whatever he said just because he was in charge. And in general he was just
pretty cool. He didn't give useless homework every night. I mean, I'd
prefer to never have homework, but when he did give it, it seemed more
useful compared to most of my classes. Also, class wasn't really boring. It
wasn't just him lecturing. We did lots of labs where cool stuff happened,
and starting today we were going to have most of class time to work on our
science fair projects for the next two weeks. That would mean less work to
do at home and class would go by quickly.

And another reason I liked Mr. Davis was because I thought he was
hot. Like, super-hot actually. He was in his 20s, maybe a little under 6
feet tall, thin but seemed to have nice muscles in all the right places,
brown hair, and blueish-greenish eyes. I was pretty shy, but I loved when
he looked directly into my eyes.

Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't hear any of the announcements, and
suddenly it was time to leave homeroom. I grabbed the stuff I'd need from
my backpack for my first two periods, and I stopped at my locker with the
intention of dropping off my phone once I read the message that came in
while I was in homeroom. I leaned my body into my locker so no teachers
could tell I was on my phone, and I saw it was a Kik reply from swimkid_16.

swimkid_16: Nice! That photo is HOT. U got me turned on so fast. BUT, I
will need to see one taken in school, like where I can see a classroom

I sent a quick reply.

caseyboi13: I'll try. But first I'll need to see your photo

swimkid_16: It'll come don't worry

I decided to keep my phone on me for possibly taking another photo. I put
it in airplane mode so that I wouldn't chance a teacher catching me
again. I hurried off to 1st period.

*****

First period was history, my least favorite class. I wish I had slept in
and missed first period. How was I gonna last through 45 minutes? At least
I had a good seat in the back corner, where I could draw/doodle in my
notebook without anyone seeing what I was doing. I didn't even realize I
had started to doze off until my teacher called my name to ask my opinion
on some pointless question. I asked her to repeat the question and then
gave some BS answer that got her off my back. I mean, my teacher was nice
enough, but history just wasn't my thing.

Second period was art class. I had art every other day, but wished it were
every single day. We were starting ceramics today, which was gonna be cool,
but my favorite is drawing. Our teacher is Mr. Pan. I believe he was born
in China. He's probably in his mid-30s and decent-looking. I didn't really
think of him in a sexual way. At least not before today. It struck me that
he was wearing cargo shorts today. We were having a hot spell this week,
but it still looked funny for a teacher to not be wearing long pants. Maybe
it was an art teacher thing.

After giving us a detailed demonstration on how to work the pottery wheel,
he turned us loose, each with a block of clay. After about ten minutes, I
felt like I was making no progress. It was really hard to control the wheel
at the right speed. Mr. Pan was roaming around the classroom helping
students out. Eventually he got to me.

"How's it going, Casey? Looks like you are getting the hang of it."

"Actually I have no clue what I'm doing."

"You want some help?"

"Yes, please."

Mr. Pan pulled up a stool next to mine. I took my hands away from the clay
to let him show me what I should be doing. "No, no. Keep your hands on the
clay. We're gonna do this together." He placed his hands on top of mine and
pressed our hands into the clay. It felt weird having a teacher touch me
like that. Then he placed his leg on the pedal right next to my leg so he
could show me how to control the speed. His bare leg made contact with
mine, and chills ran through my body. As he massaged our hands into the
wet, soft clay and as his leg continued to brush up against mine, I felt my
dick start to rise. Crap. I didn't have underwear on. I couldn't get a
boner with my teacher sitting this close to me! He would totally notice.

I wasn't hearing anything Mr. Pan was saying to me. All I could think about
was the feel of his strong hands interlocked with mine in the clay and his
bare leg against mine. "I think I'm all good now, I said."

"OK, Casey. Just remember to stay relaxed and trust yourself. You have
really good artistic instincts." As he went to lift his hands off of mine,
a glob of clay went flying through the air and landed on the crotch of my
shorts. Mr. Pan noticed. "Oh no, I'm so sorry about that. Let me go grab
you some wet paper towels so you can clean your hands and then your
shorts."

Suddenly I didn't care anymore about whether Mr. Pan noticed my
hard-on. And something in my subconscious decided that I wanted him to be
the one to clean off the clay from my shorts. "Mr. Pan?" I asked.

He had just started to walk away, and he turned around. "Yes?"

"Since I need to keep working and I'm not ready to wash my hands, can you
please get the clay off my shorts?"

The look on his face was priceless. He stood frozen for a moment and
clearly didn't know what to do. All of a sudden I was loving this, because
I felt that I was the one with the power. "Um, uh, I guess so. Are you
sure?"

"Yes, I really need to get back to my bowl."

"OK, let me go wash up and get a paper towel." He hurried over to the other
side of the room. No one else in the class was paying any attention to
us. It was a small group, and the rest of the boys seemed to have gotten
the hang of the pottery wheel already, so they weren't in need of Mr. Pan's
help at the moment.

He returned with clean hands, and knelt down next to me. He
hesitated. "Casey, I would need to wipe right on your, um..."

"It's OK, not a big deal."

I heard him take a deep breath and then his hand slowly moved toward my
groin. It seemed obvious to me how tented my shorts were right
then. Mr. Pan had to notice that too, right? I guess he might have thought
it was just the folds of the fabric. Well, he would soon find out the hard
truth. His hand made contact with my crotch, as he attempted the clay
removal. I let out a short, quiet gasp. He wiped and rubbed back and forth,
trying to get my shorts clean, and he was actually rubbing my hard cock
through the fabric now. If I wasn't fully boned up before, now I certainly
was. I couldn't believe this was happening. Right in front of everyone. Did
Mr. Pan even realize what he was doing? I honestly didn't know. But he was
more or less jerking me off right now. I was audibly breathing funny and my
whole body twitched. He stopped. He had done a good job getting the clay
off. I was so hard. And horny. I wanted him to continue. But what could I
say? I had to let him go.

Mr. Pan stood up. "How does that feel...um, look? Do you think I got it
all?"

I so wanted to ask him to clean me some more, but I resisted the
temptation. "Yeah, very good. Thank you."

He nodded, gave a small smile, and walked away.

I wanted to grab my cock with my hand so bad. Instead I went back to
working on the clay, trying to focus on that so my dick would hopefully
soften before I had to stand up. It worked to some extent, and I started to
really get the hang of the wheel. Before I knew it, there were only 5
minutes left in the class, and Mr. Pan announced that it was time to clean
up. I had to stand up, and I couldn't even adjust myself because my hands
were full of clay. I was still semi-hard and felt like everyone could see,
but maybe they wouldn't. Oh well. No choice now. I got up, and hurried over
to the sink to wash my hands. As soon as they were clean, I snuck in a
readjustment, slipping my hands into my shorts. I pointed my cock straight
up and that seemed a little better. The no-underwear experiment at school
was proving to be quite difficult to manage.

Morning recess was a quick 15 minutes, and I went to the library to draw in
my favorite chair in the corner. Then it was back to Mr. Davis' room for
science class. Each student always shakes hands with Mr. Davis as they
enter the room. Each time he takes my hand in his, I always feel a little
jolt through my body. Today as we shook hands, we made eye contact for a
split second, but then I looked down because I knew looking in his eyes
might spring my dick back to attention. It turned out that popping a boner
was inevitable, because I swear I saw Mr. Davis' bulge when I looked down,
and, well, yeah. I went to my desk and sat down. As Mr. Davis started up
class, all I could think about was my raging boner and how I wanted to jerk
off. He was saying something about not getting our tests back yet, and then
he started talking about our science fair projects.

"All right, boys. You can get to work now."

I got my laptop out and opened it up. After typing in the password, I
suddenly went into panic mode when the Nifty website showed up on the
screen. I quickly slammed the cover shut. Several boys near me looked
over. "Mr. Davis," I said as I raised my hand. "Can I please go to the
bathroom?"

"You should have done that at recess, Casey. But go ahead. Try to be quick
so you don't waste project time."

I hopped up from my seat and quickly walked toward the door with my body
half-facing the wall to lessen the chance someone would see the tent in my
shorts. Not that anyone would pay attention to me anyway.

There was one other kid in the bathroom taking a piss. I went into a
stall. I took out my phone and turned off airplane mode. There was a Kik
message from swimkid_16. It was a photo. I clicked on it. He was clearly in
a school because I saw a desk in the photo. It was actually the same exact
desk that we have in my school. The main part of the photo, of course,
showed his pants pulled down, no underwear, and I could see his entire
cock, which happened to be completely hard. His body was so hot.

I could hear the other kid leave the bathroom, and I slid down my shorts,
sitting on the closed toilet seat. While looking at the photo, I started
jerking off. I had never done that at school before, and it was kinda
exciting. Someone could come in the bathroom at any moment. Of course they
wouldn't see me, but still. After a couple of minutes I still hadn't felt
myself about to cum yet, and I opened up a porn site on my phone. I found
one of my favorite videos of a really hot guy acting as a teacher, talking
to a "student" who looked like he could be like 15. The student was sitting
at a desk, and the teacher was behind him, hanging over his back and
pointing to something on his paper. Then the teacher squeezed the boy's
shoulders as he told him "good job." The teacher commented that the boy's
shoulder muscles seemed tight, and he started giving him a massage. I
started to get lost in the "plot" of the video and didn't realize how much
time was passing.

When the bathroom door opened, it made me jump, and I fumbled with my phone
to try to quickly turn down the volume. Instead, I dropped my phone on the
ground, and it went sliding across the floor, coming to rest several feet
outside of the stall. I was horrified when I heard the sound of the video
still playing.

"Casey, is that you in there?" The voice belonged to Mr. Davis.

I didn't say anything. I was frozen and speechless.

The silence was broken by a voice on the video: "Oh, Mr. Smith, your cock
is so big."

Oh my god. What the hell was I gonna do?

Mr. Davis walked over to my phone and bent over to pick it up. Then he
reached under the stall and placed it by my feet. "Take a minute to get
yourself together, and then get your butt back to class."

He left.

I stood up and pulled my shorts up. I was shaking. How was I going to face
Mr. Davis ever again?

When I got back to the classroom, I had to work up every ounce of courage
to turn the doorknob and walk in. But I did it. I walked quickly to my desk
and sat down. All my classmates were busy working on their
projects. Instead of reopening my laptop, I took out my science notebook
and tried my hardest to concentrate on making some notes about my
project. Not surprisingly, I didn't get much accomplished before the period
came to a close.

Right before Mr. Davis announced to the class that we were dismissed, he
walked by my desk and quietly asked me to stay after class. I definitely
did not want to do that right now, but I couldn't just walk out. I mean, I
could, but that would not be a good idea.

The rest of the class filed out. Mr. Davis was sitting at the front of the
room at his desk. I was still sitting at mine.

"So..." started Mr. Davis. Then he suddenly looked down at his desk and
picked up his phone. He got up, holding his phone and looking down at it,
and walked toward the door. Without even looking up, he said "I gotta
go. Gather up your stuff, turn out the light and shut the door." He then
left the room, shutting the door himself.

I sat there for a few seconds, some relief pouring over me that we didn't
need to have a really awkward conversation right then. My phone vibrated in
my pocket. I took it out. It was swimkid_16 again.

swimkid_16: Still waiting for your in-school photo...

caseyboi13: I've had a crazy day. But OK, I can do it right now actually

I walked to a part of the classroom where I couldn't be seen through the
window part of the door. I put my leg up on a desk and slipped down my
shorts a little bit, taking a photo that again showed the evidence of a
lack of underwear. After sending and deleting the photo, I zipped up,
grabbed my stuff, turned off the light, and left the room. I hurried to
English class.

*****

The rest of my school day was a blur. After what happened with Mr. Pan in
art class and then Mr. Davis catching me in the bathroom, I didn't even
know what to think about anything.

JJ and I got a ride home from another family who lives on our street. I was
thankful that I wouldn't have to deal with my parents for a couple of
hours, and I went directly to my bedroom, shut the door, and flopped down
on my bed. Before I knew it, my sleep deprivation and emotional exhaustion
caused me to doze off into a much-needed nap.

*****

I woke up to the sound of my phone. I was still in a fog as I picked up my
phone and saw that it was a Kik message.

swimkid_16: HOT photo, wish I could suck u off in that classroom

caseyboi13: LOL thx...me 2

swimkid_16: So, u wanna tell me about ur "crazy day"

caseyboi13: Long story short, I basically gave my art teacher permission to
touch my dick then my science teacher caught me in the bathroom jerking off

swimkid_16: Whoa, that is nuts! How do u give a teacher permission to touch
u??

caseyboi13: Well, he was helping me do this pottery thing and I got clay on
myself right on my crotch. Since my hands were dirty I basically asked him
to wipe it off. I'm not sure what came over me...I think it was because I
was just so incredibly horny with him touching my hands and his leg
touching mine while he was helping me, and I wasn't even thinking straight

swimkid_16: That sounds so hot! I have this one teacher who I think is rly
sexy and I fantasize about him...and he's like 40! Do u fantasize about ur
art teacher?

caseyboi13: No, never. This was the first time I ever thought of him in a
sexual way. My science teacher tho, he is fucking hot, and I would totally
do anything he wanted. But first he'd have to be gay and also interested in
a 13-year-old in his class. Fat chance, huh

swimkid_16: Ya never know man. What would u do with him if you could?

caseyboi13: I dunno...anything

swimkid_16: Would u let him fuck u

caseyboi13: I mean, I've never done that so, I'd need to learn how

swimkid_16: Do u ever finger yourself

caseyboi13: I have like once a little bit

swimkid_16: Dude, you need to try it more it's amazing

I was starting to bone up for the first time since the school bathroom. I
took off my shorts and started jerking my cock.

caseyboi13: K I will, thanks for the tip ;)

swimkid_16: Good boy

I opened the video I had been playing in the school bathroom. I needed to
finish what I had started. As I watched the video, I replaced the teacher's
face with Mr. Davis in my mind. I reached in my night stand drawer and
found some lotion. I put a bunch on both hands. There was a point in the
video where the teacher starts playing with the student's ass and then
sticks his large middle finger right in while the student cries out in
pleasure. I decided to try putting my finger in my hole. First, I ran my
finger in circles around the rim of the opening for a minute. Then I took
my index finger and lightly pressed on my hole. The tip of my finger
started to go in, and I applied some more pressure. Suddenly, half the
length of my finger was in my asshole. It felt really weird with my
butthole clamped down on my finger. I started to move it in and out
slowly. As I was fingering my hole, I continued jerking my cock. After a
few minutes, it really started to feel good, and I kept pumping both my
finger and my cock at the same time, getting closer and closer to shooting
my load.

When the door to my bedroom opened, I was past the point of no return. As
my brother looked on with his mouth hanging open, a part of me knew he was
there, but I couldn't stop. My finger slammed fully into my hole and my
entire body stiffened, as the orgasm overcame me.

"Ahhhh!! Ughhhhh!!!" I screamed out as cum exploded from my cock. The first
shot reached my chin and then several more shots created a large, milky
pool on my chest. I slid my finger from my ass and lay flat on my bed, my
chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"Holy shit, dude," JJ said. "What the fuck was that?"

"What do you think that was?"

"Your finger was in your...and there's so much cum..." He grabbed his dick
through his shorts.

"Get out of my room!"

JJ stood there for another moment staring at me, and then finally he left
and shut my door.


*End of Chapter 2*


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