Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2019 23:13:54 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 23 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 23

*** From Peter's point of view ***

After taking a nap, it was a little before midnight. We decided to curl up
on the couch together and watch an Avengers movie, finishing off the
popcorn and other snacks I had brought in from the kitchen earlier. Clay
dozed off again halfway through the movie. I realized I was getting sleepy
again, and I moved to the other couch to lie down. I dozed off for a few
minutes and then woke up to see Casey helping a sleeping Clay to lie down
on that couch, before coming to join me on mine. We were spooned together,
Casey in front, my arms wrapped around him, half watching the rest of the
movie, and half falling asleep. We were still naked, but Casey had grabbed
a blanket off the back of the couch to cover us up. It felt so good lying
there with him.

*****

I woke up again in the middle of the night and had to piss really bad. I
tried to find a way to get up without bothering Casey, but he woke up when
I took my arms off of him.

"Sup?" he whispered groggily.

"Just need to piss. Be right back."

"You can stick it in my butt and do it in there."

"Eww, gross."

"Joking."

I managed to get off the couch without hurting Casey, and hurried over to
the bathroom to unload a huge amount of piss. It kept going and going. I
didn't think it was gonna ever stop. Suddenly Casey was behind me, his dick
poking at my balls, and he grabbed my dick while I continued to piss. I put
my hands to my side and let Casey do the aiming for the rest of the job. It
felt so good to unload my bladder. Casey shook my dick off.

"Now hold mine," Casey said. We switched places, and I held Casey's dick as
he unloaded an impressive piss of his own.

When we were finished in the bathroom, Casey said that he was going
upstairs to check on Mr. Davis.

"Aww, but it's the middle of the night," I protested. I knew `check on'
wasn't going to be as short of a visit as he made it sound.

"Yeah, how often do I get to spend the night with him?"

"True." I was trying not to sound too pathetic, but I really liked sleeping
with Casey on the couch.

"Why don't you get on Clay's couch with him?" Casey suggested. That was
actually a really good idea.

We parted ways, Casey headed up the steps, and I walked softly toward
Clay's couch after grabbing the blanket from ours. Part of me didn't want
to wake him up, but I really wanted to join him, so I just took a deep
breath and crawled on with him. I couldn't get behind him like I was with
Casey, so I ended up in front this time. I draped the blanket over us and
wrapped his arm around my body, wiggling my butt back until I could feel
his cock hardening between my cheeks. He moaned something, but didn't seem
to wake up. I fell back asleep.

*****

The next time I woke up, it was because Clay was humping me. It was light
out, and I looked at the clock. 9:08 AM already. My morning wood was at
100%. I smiled to myself. It felt amazing being in Clay's arms and having
him rub up against me. He felt so warm and strong. I turned my head back,
and in my best sexy whisper, I asked, "You gonna fuck me or what?"

"Really, you'd let me?" Clay whispered back.

"Just take me if you want to, dude."

"Fuck yeah. Wait, where's Casey?"

"Who gives a shit? Probably sleeping on one of my uncle's beds. We gonna do
this or not?" Suddenly, I couldn't wait to feel his big dick inside of
me. I don't know what had gotten into me.

"Do I need lube or something?"

"Just use spit, and it feels all wet from your pre anyway, man. Stick it
in."

I felt Clay's hand guide his dick between my cheeks, trying to find the
right spot. And then he moaned as he pushed forward and slipped the head of
his huge dick into my asshole. I pushed back, trying to get more of him
inside of me as fast as possible. I didn't have to wait long. With me
pushing back and him pushing forward, soon it felt like the whole thing was
buried in me. He felt so big. I pretended he was another strange man who
had picked me up on the side of the road. He started to pump in and out.

"Oh yeah, mister, fuck me real good," I mumbled to myself.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

"I just said fuck me real good, dude."

Clay held me tight with his arms, and really started pounding his hips
against my ass, slamming his long dick into my inexperienced hole.

I took one of his hands and put it on my hard dick. He started jerking me.

"Fuck yeah, Clay, jerk me off and fuck me hard."

He did both, and all I had to do was lie there and enjoy it. He was fucking
me really aggressively, but I could take it. He was also super-loud then
with his "Fuck yeah"s and grunts and groans.

When it felt like he was getting close, I said "Pleeeease cum inside me,
dude. Unload your huge cock in my ass."

After I said that, it only took Clay three more slams before he pressed
forward and held himself all the way inside. He let out a high-pitched
scream-moan, and I felt his cum flowing inside me spurt by spurt as his
body convulsed in sharp jolts into my backside.

When there was no more to unload and I still hadn't climaxed yet, I
instructed him to keep jacking me, which he did. Now I was picturing the
bearded Sean from Grindr. After another minute, that overwhelming feeling
took over my sweaty nude body, and I started cumming, all over Clay's hand
and the couch (sorry, Mr. D), while crying out in a girly voice. So much
for thinking my voice had changed.

We fell back asleep again.

*****

A few hours later, Casey, Clay and I were in the kitchen in our boxers,
arguing about how to make bacon, which we had found in Mr. Davis's
fridge. We also managed to make some scrambled eggs, and we each had two
heaping bowls of cereal. The plan was to walk to the movies, which we found
out was a little under 2 miles away.

As we relaxed on the couches (Casey and Clay on one, me on there other)
chowing down on our second bowl of cereal and watching TV, I checked my
phone.

My mom had texted to check on me, and I texted back that I didn't know when
I'd be back, because we were headed to the movies. She seemed fine with it
and just offered a ride if I needed one at any point.

Then I opened Grindr. The man from my school had written back again. So far
our chat had consisted of him saying "Hi Peter," me saying "Hey," and now
him saying "Do you know who this is?" He didn't have a name on his profile,
it just said "X X." I wrote back, "No idea."

Flipping over to Snapchat, there were a bunch of messages from some friends
and teammates last night that I hadn't read yet. All stupid stuff about
their Friday nights. More importantly, Sean had written me again a few
hours ago asking if I was still with my "hot friends."

Me: Yeah we're thinking of going to the movies in a bit

He wrote back immediately.

Sean: Cool but u should ditch them n come hang out with me

It was really tempting, but I didn't know.

Me: I dunno

Sean: I bet ur rly horny

Me: I came three times yesterday after school and once this morning

Sean: Damn kid! got anything left in that cute dick?

Me: Always

Sean: Ah to be 14 again

Me: haha

Sean: So just tell me where and when to pick u up. On Grindr it says ur 3
miles away right now so we're close

Me: I dunno, maybe, i'll let u know

Sean: I promise that i'll make u feel soooo good kid

I didn't write back anything more to him at that point. I opened Grindr
again to read a response I had gotten from the man who likely worked at my
school.

X X: Well I know who you are. And since you're on Grindr, I assume you're
interested in an older guy. If you want to meet up, just wait in the locker
room after your baseball practice on Monday. After everyone else leaves we
can talk in person.

Oh my god. What was going on in my life? Suddenly all these men were
interested in me. Well, I guess that was mostly my fault for signing up for
Grindr and putting on a photo. I reached down and felt my hard cock.

"We should probably get going soon if we're gonna make it to the movie,"
Casey announced.

Shit, I had to decide whether to go to the movie or meet with Sean. I felt
my dick twitch in my boxers. OK, I was gonna do it. I was gonna meet with a
stranger from Grindr. Oh my god.

"Um, guys, I'm not feeling so well. I think I'm gonna just go home."

"Awww," Casey responded.

"Hangover, huh?" said Clay.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Honestly I don't know how I don't have one too. Maybe something to do with
what I ate or the sex or I dunno. But I feel great!"

"Wow, thanks Clay."

"Oh sorry, dude, I didn't mean..."

"It's all good, man."

"We don't have to go to the movies," offered Casey.

"No, no, you guys should go. My mom is gonna pick me up."

"OK, if you're sure." He got up to start trying to find the rest of his
clothes.

I felt a little guilty lying to them, especially Casey. He was being so
sweet to me.

We all got dressed, and when Clay was in the bathroom, Casey snuck upstairs
to say goodbye to Mr. Davis. They decided to leave their backpacks at the
house and left for their walk to the theater.

Just as I was about to go upstairs to see Mr. Davis, he came downstairs
instead. He was shirtless and had on some pretty short athletic shorts. I
had to admit, he was pretty hot, very fit and in shape. Somehow he always
looked really good. "Not feeling too well?"

"Huh?" I was in my own head looking at his body and also thinking about
Sean.

"Hungover?"

"Oh yeah, it's not too bad, but I'm gonna head home," I lied.

"Want a ride?"

I didn't really need a ride, but it didn't make sense to turn it down, so I
accepted.

A few minutes later we were in the car, and I directed him toward my
neighborhood. Even though I actually felt fine, the fresh spring air
blowing on my face through the open window felt really good. I had him drop
me off at the next street over and said I'd walk the rest of the way. I
thanked him a lot for such a fun night as I got out of the car.

"My pleasure, Pete. Hopefully we can do it again some time."

"Definitely! See ya Monday in class."

He drove away, and I pretended to start walking toward my house. But as
soon as Mr. Davis's car was out of sight, I texted Sean and shared my
location for him to pick me up. The 10-minute wait for him to show up
seemed like forever. I got more and more nervous, and my heart was beating
so fast. I couldn't decide whether I was more nervous-excited or
nervous-scared. I mean, I had gone with the stranger in the car a few days
ago, and it ended up being fine. I felt mostly in control for that, though,
even though he spunked in my ass when I didn't want him to. But this guy
Sean...he looked bigger and not like someone who I would have control
over. It was likely going to be up to him what we did, not me.

He finally pulled up in a black SUV and rolled down his window. "Want some
candy, kid?" His voice was really deep. He laughed at his own joke. I stood
there for a second until he said, "Get the fuck in the car, boy." I did.

"FUCK, kid. You are even hotter in person."

"Um, thanks," I said in a pretty shy voice. I looked him over. He was
smokin' hot. Jeans and a black T-shirt with really short sleeves that
couldn't contain his bulging biceps. His beard was full and dark, and he
wore these awesome sunglasses. I tried to sneak a peak of his crotch
without him noticing. I mostly convinced myself that I was seeing the
gigantic bulge from his cock, but I wasn't totally sure.

"Your place or mine?" he asked.

"Well I know at least my mom is home, so you wanna meet her?"

"My place it is." God his voice was so deep. He was just so manly.

His car screeched as he stepped on the gas and left my neighborhood.

After a couple minutes of awkward small talk, Sean suggested that I take
off my shirt.

I rejected the idea. "But someone might see me."

"So?"

"It's just weird to be in a car without my shirt."

"I don't see why. Come on, little man. My car, my rules."

We stopped at a stop sign. I didn't make a move to remove my t-shirt, and
the next thing I knew, Sean had reached over to take my shirt off
himself. I wanted to refuse and maintain some control, but he seemed pretty
determined, and so I let him strip off my shirt.

"Oh yeah," he commented while licking his lips. "That's the stuff. Look at
that teen boy chest. You are developing quite nicely." I felt like he was
some animal predator, like a wolf, and I was his prey, like Little Red
Riding Hood. I kinda liked it, but at the same time, I was a little scared
at what I was getting myself into with this man. If he wanted to do
something that I didn't, there was no way I could fight back. He looked so
much stronger than me. Around my friends and during baseball I felt pretty
confident and tough, but Sean was making me feel like a little kid.

As we continued to drive along, he placed one of his meaty hands on my
chest. It felt so big. Bigger than Mr. Davis for sure. He rubbed it around
my chest, stopping to play with my nipples a little bit. They got hard
right away. "Damn, kid, I love your chest. It's so warm. I can tell you are
in good shape, but it's also so soft. Your cute tummy and belly button." As
he mentioned my belly button, one of his fingers poked into that spot while
a few others were slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He lowered his
hand a little more, and I felt him come in contact with my pubes. My whole
body shuddered.

"Oh you like that, huh? My hand feel good, boy?"

I didn't answer him, but I put my head back on the seat and closed my eyes.

I felt his hand go a little lower. I just wanted him to grab my cock. It
was so hard and straining for release. Suddenly he took his hand off of me
altogether and my eyes snapped open. He needed both hands to make a turn
with his car. And then he turned again into a driveway.

"Here we are," Sean announced. "Hop on out."

Next thing I knew, we were standing in his house. His hands were on my
shoulders squeezing them as he guided me around.

"Nice house," I managed to spit out. My heart was still beating super-fast.

"Thanks, buddy. Oh! I wanna show you something. Come upstairs."

He led me into a bedroom and pointed to the ceiling above the bed. "Check
that out." It was a mirror on the ceiling. I had never seen something like
that before. Weird. I was guessing it had something to do with sex. "Sit
down, make yourself comfortable." He motioned toward the bed, and I sat
down on the edge. He knelt down on the floor in front of me and put his
hands on my knees. "You a virgin, kid?"

"No."

"Oh wow, you little slutty 8th grader. Well, you look like you could
be. I'm gonna pretend you are."

I didn't know why he would pretend that. "OK."

"Dude, loosen up. You seem really nervous." He took off my shoes and
socks. Then he stood up, kicked off his own shoes, and crawled onto the
bed. "Lie down, let me give you a little massage."

I got all the way onto his bed and put my face down into a pillow. He sat
next to me and put his big hands on my back. "You are very tense, little
man. Relax." He started kneading my back muscles and my shoulders. I
giggled when he felt the sides of my torso, because it tickled. "Love your
little laugh, kid."

He kept complimenting my body. My hair, my legs, my feet, even my
armpits. "I've been on Grindr a lot, kid. But I never met someone this
young. 16 or 17 maybe but fucking 14?! You got balls, kid. You're fucking
beautiful."

Then he was rubbing my feet and legs up and down and even between my
toes. His hands felt really good, especially as he slid them up the back of
my shorts and felt my butt cheeks for the first time. "Oh that feels like a
nice ass, kid. I gotta see that with my own eyes." He pulled down my shorts
and boxers at the same time, and then slid them off each of my legs. He
tossed them aside. "Oh my god, look at that ass. Middle school boy
ass. Could there be anything more beautiful?"

Just as I was thinking that I was lying completely naked on this stranger's
bed and he was fully clothed, I heard him taking off his shirt. I turned my
head to look at him. I had seen his chest in a photo, but in real life it
was even more impressive. He was muscular, and there was a light fur
covering it. Not like super-hairy, but dark hairs that seemed to be in all
the right places. He rubbed his own chest with one hand. Then he leaned
down and put both his hands on my butt, one on each cheek and rubbed. He
kissed each one, and I could feel his rough beard scratching me.

"So damn smooth," he said. "I could play with these for hours." He was kind
of jiggling my butt around. Then he really smashed his face right in
between them, nuzzling and pushing his nose in. I could hear him breathe in
deeply and then his face came out again. "Wow, kid, that's a nice
smell. When was the last time you showered? Or do you take a bath still?"

I had to think for a second. "Um, Thursday night before bed."

"Wow, it's Saturday afternoon now. You dirty, dirty boy. I love it. You're
perfectly ripe. I think I'm fucking dreaming right now."

I loved that he loved my body. He was like worshipping me. It made me feel
good. And I was really hard hearing him talk about me and feeling his hands
all over me. But I was still also nervous. He could break me in half, if he
wanted to. I don't think I'd want to get on his bad side.

He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands. It felt like he was stretching
them as far as they could go. Then he dove in with his face again, this
time with his tongue leading the way. With his beard scratching my butt,
his tongue was poking really hard at my hole, like it was a dick or a
finger. I think the tip of his tongue must have gone in a little bit, and
my body flinched. Then he just started licking all over my asshole, and he
kept spitting on it, too. "Fuck yeah, kid. Your hole is fucking
incredible. And it's all mine."

"But let's flip you over. I wanna see that little boy dick." He easily
turned me over, and my dick sprung out, pointed almost straight up toward
the ceiling. "Or maybe not so little!" He jerked it a few times, and then
went down on me. I looked up and saw our reflection in the mirror. It was
really hot to be able to see myself while he was sucking me. He was really
aggressive on my dick, licking up and down my shaft quickly and then taking
it all the way in until his nose was in my pubes, back out again, over and
over. He definitely knew what he was doing, licking and flicking his tongue
on all the most sensitive spots. It felt amazing, even if it was a little
rough. It felt like he was just using me like a sex doll or something, but
so far I could handle it OK. His hands were all over my body. He especially
seemed to like rolling my balls around in his fingers and once in a while
popping them in his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I whispered.

He lifted off my dick for a second. "What's that, boy?" And then back on
it.

"I said I'm gonna cum."

"Louder."

"I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Thatta boy. I want that cum so bad." He was jerking me with one hand and
sucking sharply on the head of my cock. I started twitching as I felt
myself getting really close. "Give daddy that boy cum right now," he
mumbled with my dick still half in his mouth.

"Ahhh!!! Fuuuuuuck!" I screamed as I reached the point of no return and
felt my load pumping up the length of my dick into the grown-up's mouth. I
felt like I came so much, I didn't even know how, after all the times over
the past 24 hours.

"Mmmmm" was all I heard from Sean as he swallowed my cum. He surprised me
when he crawled up and put his face right up to mine, opening his mouth
slightly so I could see there was still some of my cum inside. He stared
into my eyes and then leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel
his beard scratching my face. He forced his tongue through my lips to open
my mouth. We kissed, swooshing my cum back and forth between our mouths and
mixing it with our saliva. His beard hurt a little bit, but it was so
hot. My body was exhausted from the intense orgasm, and I just lay there
letting him kiss me for several minutes.

"My turn," he said, standing himself up on the bed. "Take off my pants,
kid."

I had to lift myself into a kneeling position in order to reach. As I
fumbled with the button to his jeans, he laughed a little and then
encouraged me on. "Nervous, baby? Come on and let my snake out. I know you
can't wait to wrap your pink lips around it." Finally I was able to get it
undone and pull the zipper down over his straining bulge. I yanked his
pants down, and he stepped out of them one leg at a time while pressing
down hard on my shoulders to keep his balance. He stood there wearing a
pair of dark blue briefs.

"Take `em off using your mouth," he instructed. "And look up at me while
you do it." I gently scraped my top teeth down from just under his hairy
belly button to grab a hold of the waistband of his underwear. My chin was
making contact with his hidden meat, as I bit down on the top of his briefs
and started pulling down. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but I
managed to eventually get them out and over his impressive
cock. "Attaboy. I know you want this bad."

I switched to my hands to get his underwear the rest of the way off his
body. One of his pubic hairs had gotten stuck in my teeth and I pulled it
out. Inches from my face was the largest dick I had ever seen in person. It
was hard and glistening with precum. Must have been at least 9 or 10
inches. I recognized the big vein running along his shaft from the photo he
had sent. I thought about how manly he was and wondered why he wanted to be
with a boy like me and not a woman. I knew I was gonna have to try and suck
him off somehow, but I decided right then that I was not going to let him
stick that thing in my butt.

His legs were hairy, as was everything around his cock. But his pubes
weren't completely wild. He had cut them down in a neat way.

"What are you waiting for, boy? Suck me." Not even giving me a chance to
respond, he pointed the head at my mouth and pushed it in. At first I just
closed my eyes and concentrated on not choking. It felt like my mouth was
immediately filled up, but when I did open my eyes again, I could see that
there was a good part of his long shaft still to go. "Oh yeah, take me in,
kid. Use your tongue. Come on, son. Get a good taste of daddy's cock."

I tried to do my best job, but he kept pushing more in, and there was
barely room for me to even move my tongue around. His hands were on the
back of my head and on my chin, trying to guide things. "I see your little
middle school mouth isn't going to be big enough for my man-sword. We're
gonna have to use your throat, son." He adjusted my head at the angle he
wanted, and pushed more of his dick into my face. I felt it hit the back of
my throat, and I started gagging. I tried to push him away.

"No, no, kid. You'll figure it out. Give it a minute." He held on tight to
my head, keeping his dick in place. I tried not to panic and to communicate
to my gag reflex to ignore the dick hitting my throat. Soon my coughing and
gagging slowed a lot. But that was just a cue for him to push even more
inside. More gagging, and then somehow his pubes had made it all the way to
my nose. The smell was kinda fishy. But I didn't hate it. And as
uncomfortable as this was, I was kinda proud of myself for taking that
monster dick in my mouth and down my throat.

He kept making me look up at him, and at one point I caught a good view of
myself in the ceiling mirror, my mouth widely stretched in an "O" shape and
completely stuffed.

It felt good to breathe properly again when he gave me some relief and slid
his gigantic tool out of my throat and mouth. We changed positions, with
him lying on the bed and me on all fours over him. My head was by his dick,
and he made me take it in my mouth again. I started bobbing up and down,
going at most halfway down his shaft. My butt was right near his face, and
he grabbed my butt cheeks with his hands to spread them apart again. First
he blew some air over my hole, which tickled, and then he stuck a finger in
without warning, and started pumping it in and out.

I was worried that the fingering of my ass meant he was getting it ready
for you-know-what, so I started trying to make him cum from the blow
job. If I did that, maybe he wouldn't need to stick his dick in my ass.

Jerking, sucking, licking, I was doing everything possible to get him
off. He was moaning in a really deep voice, and it sounded like he was
getting close. "Fuck, kid, you are really good at that. I bet you've been
sucking dick since elementary school." I didn't feel the need to tell him
I'd been doing it for just a couple of weeks. As he got closer to exploding
in my mouth, his finger was going faster and faster in and out of my ass,
and then suddenly it felt like two fingers.

"Oh my god, son. I'm getting close," Sean growled.

But then, before I finished him, he pulled his cock from my mouth.

"Phew! That was close. Don't wanna shoot quite yet," he said.

Shit, shit, shit. I realized that I may have indeed gotten myself in over
my head. Was he going to be able to take "no" for an answer?

"Aw, let me finish you," I offered. I tried to get my mouth back on his
cock, but he pushed me away.

"I will definitely let you finish me. Just not with your mouth."

"Oh, my hand?" I knew I was just stalling. And I think he knew too.

"I know I'm a little big, kid, but you can do this. That's why we're here
anyway, right?"

"I dunno."

He flipped me onto my back and crawled toward his bed table, where he
grabbed a bottle of something. He squirted a bunch of clear cream right
onto his dick and then smeared it around. Then he got some more in his hand
and crawled back over to me. He spread my legs apart so he could sit
between them. Then he lifted them up and rested my ankles on his
shoulders. He shuffled closer to me, and my butt came off the bed a few
inches. Sean then spread the rest of the goo between my butt cheeks, his
fingers poking into my hole a tiny bit. He lined up his cock.

"Wait!"

"What, kid?"

"I don't know if I want this."

"Listen. First, you asked me to pick you up. I don't think you should
change your mind."

"But I didn't say I would have sex."

He ignored me. "Secondly, you're gonna love it. No pain, no gain, right?
Isn't that what your baseball coach tells all you cute little 8th graders?"

"There's 7th graders on my team, too." More stalling.

"Really? That's hot."

"And a couple of 6th graders."

"Damn! I think I just got even harder thinking about you and them in your
locker room."

My legs were still up on his shoulders. His dick was kinda pushed between
my ass cheeks, right up against my hole. He put his hands on my waist.

"I actually don't want to do this," I protested.

"Shh. We're gonna just give it a try. We can always stop."

He had his mind made up. There was no point in physically resisting. I was
scared that if I did that, it might be worse.

I gasped loudly as he pushed the head of his dick into my hole.

"Holy shit, kid. That's the tightest thing I've ever felt in my life."

I was trying to just breathe slowly and stay calm. It already felt like so
much. I guess it must have been thicker than I had before.

"See? Not so bad, huh?"

"Oh yeah, how about you try sticking that thing up YOUR butt?" I thought to
myself.

At least he only did a little bit at first to let me get used to it. But
then he wanted more. His hands grabbed tightly to my waist again. I knew
what that meant. Slowly he pushed what must have been two or three inches
of his long shaft into my butt. I held my breath, not making a sound for a
few seconds, and when I let it out, I thought I sounded like a dog making
that whimpering sound. I think the sound turned him on.

"That's right, beautiful boy. Let me hear how you love
this. Oh...my...god. Uhhhhh!"

I wanted to see what it looked like, so I rocked my body back a little bit
and looked up at the ceiling to the mirror. Holy shit! His dick looked so
big in my hole. The ring around my asshole was stretched so wide. A random
thought went through my mind that if it didn't close up, did that mean my
shit was just gonna fall out of my butt on its own from now on?

"I need to really fuck you, kid. I can't wait any longer. Sorry if this
hurts." That was my only warning before he pushed what felt like an entire
Gatorade bottle up my ass. I didn't know if it was his whole dick or not,
and for a second I didn't feel any pain. But then it hit me like a fucking
truck. My whole body suddenly started to hurt, all the way up to my head. I
clenched my teeth and just prayed it would stop sooner rather than later,
as I took short, quick breaths that sounded like I was having a baby. I
wanted to scream out to get him to stop, but for a moment, I couldn't even
get myself to speak.

The first wave of pain passed, but it still hurt like a bitch. Finally I
was able to talk, though. "Hey man...I can't...take this...anymore...you
have to stop." My voice sounded so soft. He was grunting really loudly as
he slowly started to push his hips forward and back. I wasn't sure he even
heard me. If it did, he ignored me.

"Fucking hell, kid! I'm in heaven," he yelled out. And then he was
definitely starting to push and pull his whole piece of meat in my butt. It
got faster and faster. He was screaming like a mad man. I was trying to say
"No! No! No!" but he just kept pounding me. I felt his balls slap into my
butt for the first time, which made me think he had gone even deeper, I
guess the whole thing. How the fuck did that whole frickin' thing fit in my
little ass? Where did it go inside? Was it pushing my insides where they
shouldn't be? Thinking about that made me feel the pain even more. I tried
to think about something else. I pictured our baseball practice, going
through some of the drills.

At one point I looked down and noticed that my dick had gotten hard, and
once in a while I felt something a little bit good between the bursts of
pain. Maybe he was hitting that spot inside me. The prostate thing.

He noticed my dick, too. "Oh yeah, kid. See? You're loving this, too."

Right after it sounded like he was about to unload, he suddenly slowed his
pace. I think that was in order to make it last longer. Was this ever going
to end? If it were me, I would have already blown my load. Maybe he took
longer because he was older, or maybe he just knew how to make it last
really long from experience. I remembered seeing a movie where a guy was
made fun of for cumming too quickly. I guess Sean knew what he was doing.

The pain was no longer all over my body, or I was getting used to it. But
at my butt it still was hurting. I was just lying there not doing anything,
and he was slamming into me over and over and over again. I felt my body
flying in different directions as he fucked me. I was just being used
now. This wasn't like a `making love' kind of thing.

He was jacking my cock now, though. That felt good, even though my ass was
not feeling good. It was a weird combination of both pain and pleasure
now. But I just wanted it to be over. I decided to start talking dirty to
him, because maybe that would get him over the edge.

"You like fucking me, daddy?"

"FUCK YEAH I DO!"

"You like fucking your 14-year-old boy?"

"OH MY GOD! UH!"

"Is daddy gonna cum in his tight little middle school virgin boy?"

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! AHHHH!!!!"

He slammed all the way into me and stopped. Everything was completely still
for a moment. And then he screamed out so loud that I had to cover my ears.

"YAAAAAAHHHH!!"

I felt his cum shooting hard inside me. His body spasmed over and over each
time he released. I lost count of how many times. And then, it was over. He
let his weight go and was lying directly on top of me. I felt his sweaty
body hair on my skin. He was breathing really heavy, trying to catch his
breath. He was really heavy on me, and it was hard for me to get a full
breath myself. His dick was still inside of me, but I think it was mostly
soft. His cock was so big that even when it was soft, it could stay in me
without just falling out. That was crazy.

"Can you...get off me?" I finally managed to ask.

He rolled off to my side, his dick slipping out of my hole. "Sorry. I'm
just so exhausted, I can hardly move a muscle."

As we lay there side-by-side, I had a million thoughts running through my
head. The biggest question I was trying to answer was whether I had enjoyed
that at all? It did make me smile to know he loved fucking me so much. It
made me feel really sexy. I'd probably like it better as I got used to such
an enormous dick.

My thoughts were interrupted when he said, "Fuck, I gotta piss real bad. I
can't get up though." I knew what he was talking about. Sometimes I woke up
and could hardly get myself out of bed to go take a leak, even when I had
to go really bad.

I watched as he turned a little bit on his side and pointed his dick toward
my body. Then with a grunt, he started pissing on me! What the fuck?! I was
in too much shock to move at first. He was moaning like it was an orgasm
and directing his stream all over my body. It was really warm. He got it on
my legs and my chest and then as soon as it hit my face, that broke my
trance, and I jumped up off of his bed.

"What the fuck, man?" I whined sharply. "Gross."

He just lay there laughing as he finished pissing on his own bed. I walked
into his bathroom, directly into the shower, his piss dripping down my body
and his cum leaking out my asshole and down my leg.

*End of Chapter 23*

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