Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2019 04:26:51 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 24 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 24

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

"Today's focus will be on sexual acts between two people," I announced to
my third period class as I watched the boys try to hide their widening
grins. "But first, I haven't forgotten that last time I promised Clay he
could speak about his first time ejaculating. Go ahead, Clay."

"Actually, Mr. Davis, since you just said today would be about sex, I'm
wondering if I could talk about my first time having sex instead. Cuz it
just happened over the weekend."

I faked a bit of a surprised look. The rest of the boys started murmuring
comments and seemed to be impressed. I knew of the four boys on the survey
who claimed to have had sex, the only one in this class section was
Casey. It was after the survey was given that Peter and Clay had had sex
for the first time. "Sure, Clay, the floor is yours."

"The floor?"

I chuckled. "Never mind. Just go ahead and say whatever you want."

Suddenly he seemed nervous. "So, um, I guess there's not much to tell
actually. But it was on Friday night, and uh, it was really good."

"Are you in love with the chick?" Victor called out.

"Victor," I chastised. "First of all, please don't call out. I'll ask Clay
in a moment if he would be willing to take questions."

"I don't mind," Clay interrupted.

"Second, Victor, `chick' is not an appropriate way to talk about women or
girls. And third, please don't simply assume that someone had straight
sex. Perhaps Clay had sex with a male partner."

"Sorry," Victor offered.

"OK, now if anyone has any questions for Clay..." Several hands went
up. "Yes, Matthew."

"Was it with a girl?"

I was going to interject and tell Clay that he didn't have to answer that
question, but I wasn't quick enough.

"Yes," Clay lied. I noticed Peter and Casey look at each other. Clay was
trying not to look at either of them.

The hands went up again. "David, go ahead."

"I have two questions. How old is she and who is she?"

"She's 16 and none of you know her. She's friends with my cousin." The lies
were flying now.

"Whoa! A high school girl?" Victor called out again. I gave him a
teacher-glare.

Next I called on Nicky.

"What position did you use?"

"Um, regular, I guess."

"What's that mean?" challenged Nicky. "There are a lot of different
positions. Mr. D, help me out."

"Nicky's correct," I said. "Clay, were you on top, or was she, or was it
doggie style, or..." I could even finish my list because the class started
losing it when I said "doggie style."

After the boys calmed back down, Clay said, "Mostly she was on top, but we
did a little bit the other way around."

Many of the boys in the class looked as if they were becoming aroused from
the conversation. I caught a few of them adjusting themselves, and that
made my hardening cock stiffen up even faster. Clay was squirming around in
his seat, and I wondered if he had gone through with the dare to come to
school with a dildo in his ass. Or was he simply moving around in his chair
as he thought about sex? Or because he was just a fidgety 14-year-old boy?

"Did she like it?" Nicky asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Clay answered. "She was kinda screaming, but
trying to be quiet cuz her parents were upstairs--we were in the
basement--and it was good screams not bad." This was quickly turning
pornographic.

Tommy's hand was raised, and I could see him rubbing himself with his other
hand. I called on him.

"So, Clay, did you..." Suddenly he got really shy in the middle of his
question. "um, did you, um, ya know?"

Everyone in the room knew what Tommy was asking, but I wanted to hear him
say it. "Tommy, please just ask your question. It's OK. Go ahead."

Tommy was bright red in the face as he spoke. "Clay, did you, um, cum?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Where?" Victor asked.

"Well, right when I started to feel it coming, I tried to pull out because
I didn't want to get her pregnant--we didn't have a condom, sorry
Mr. Davis--but I think I may have leaked a little inside her
pus...vagina. But when I really shot, it went all over her tits. I mean,
breasts. Sorry."

It was so hot hearing the beautiful 8th grade horn-dog speak about sex and
his ejaculation right in the middle of class, knowing that his teacher was
listening. His classmates were wide-eyed, hanging onto every word. But
several of us knew this was just a made-up story. Although, the more he
talked about it, it was sounding so real, and I started to wonder if
perhaps he was telling the truth about an experience he had later in the
weekend.

"Thank you, Clay, for that graphic description of your experience. I think
we're going to move on now, but if you have further questions for Clay,
feel free to ask him later."

Clay sat back in his seat with a satisfied look on his face, and he made no
effort to hide the adjustment he made to his cock.  "I want to make sure we
make some time to address some of the anonymous questions that were
submitted on the survey last week," I continued. "The first one has to do
with something Clay just mentioned. The question states `My friend said he
can just pull out instead of using a condom?'"

Several of the boys giggled, and I did my best to address the question,
which was not easy, given the sexually-charged room we were in. "If we are
talking about the risks of sexually transmitted diseases, then `pulling
out' is not going to be an effective strategy. You also have an obligation
to your partner to be honest about your health. As far as pregnancy goes,
if you pull out in time, you might be OK, but the recommendation would be
against that tactic."

"But doesn't it feel a lot better without a condom?" Peter asked. I was
surprised to hear his voice. Usually he stayed pretty quiet in class.

"Some people claim that to be true, Peter, but you have to weigh the
risks."

"Well what do you think? You know, from your experience?" Peter questioned.

There were a few gasps from the class, as they processed Peter's boldness
in the way he was speaking to me. I was speechless for a moment.

"I assume a good-looking man like yourself has had sex," Peter said.

More shocked sounds from the boys.

"I would rather not get into details of my personal life."

"But you are asking us to be open. Shouldn't you be, too? "

The heads of my students were snapping back and forth between Peter and me,
like they were watching a tennis rally.

"Thank you for your candor, Peter. But we are going to move onto another
question." Peter looked disappointed that he had not gotten his way. I'd
make it up to him later. "Someone asked if it is legal for a 17-year-old
girl and a 14-year-old boy to have sex."

Tommy called out. "That means the girl is in, like, 11th or 12th
grade. What would she want with a boy our age?"

"Speak for yourself," Victor responded. "I think she'd be interested in
some of this." He gestured at his own body. Groans from the class followed.

"In a sense Victor is right," I said. "Not about a senior girl being
interested in him specifically." The class laughed. "But everyone is
attracted to different people, whether it's various genders or ages or
certain physical or personality features. Perhaps a high school girl likes
middle school boys. She can't necessarily help how she feels. But the
question was about the legality. The answer is that it depends. It depends
on where you live. In New York, it is NOT legal for this situation. But if
the boy were 15, then it would be fine, as long as the older partner is
within 4 years. I'd suggest doing some Googling if you'd like some more
details on what's called `age of consent.'"

"The next question is again a legal one. This one asked about whether a
threesome was legal."

More laughs from the class, and David called out, "Oh my god, who asked
that, Mr. Davis?"

"He doesn't know," said Nicky. "The survey was anonymous."

"Anyway, to answer the question...to the best of my knowledge, there are no
laws limiting the number of people engaged in a sexual act. But the same
age of consent rules would apply."

"There is one more student question that I'll address today, but before we
change to that topic, are there any questions right now from you guys?"

Little Ben raised his hand, and I called on him.

"Um, Mr. Davis, I remember on the survey you asked about our
experience. Are you going to let us know those results?"

"Well, I can if you guys want me to."

There were a lot of nods and "yeah!"s from the boys.

"Well the short summary is that out of the seventy-five 8th grade boys at
this school, nine report having had oral sex and four report having had
full sex." I paused for a moment to let them think about it. No one said
anything, and there was a mixture of expressions that ranged from surprise
to satisfaction. "Personally, I don't know how to analyze that result," I
continued. "From a statistical standpoint, that seems like a low percentage
in both categories, but on the other hand, you boys seem so young to me, so
thinking about you having sex or even oral sex is a little shocking."

"Did you say you think about us having sex, Mr. Davis?" Peter asked. What
the hell was up with that kid today?

"Peter, I'm not sure what has gotten into you today, but I'd be glad to see
if we could get to the bottom of it during detention."

Peter didn't respond. The only sound was an "Ooooh!" from Victor.

"Does anyone want to share any other sexual experiences they have had?" I
knew we weren't going to get any more boys talking about sex-sex, but there
was one student in this section (other than Casey, Peter, Clay) who claimed
experience with oral sex. Nicky had indicated on his survey that he had
gotten a blow job. Just as I was wondering if he would share, his hand
appeared in the air.

"Yes, Nicky, do you have something to share?"

"Well, I could tell about my experience with oral sex, if you want."

"I'm sure the class would be glad to hear about it. Go ahead."

"Well this was last summer at overnight camp..."

Note to self: Look into becoming a counselor at an overnight camp next
summer.

"Boys and girls bunks are on opposite sides of the camp," Nicky
continued. "Me and my girlfriend made a plan to sneak out on the last night
and meet at the lounge, kinda in the middle of camp. We were sitting on the
couch and just making out, which is all I thought we were going to do, but
then she started rubbing my dick through my sweatpants. I was so hard..."

Once again I congratulated myself on the genius of somehow creating an
atmosphere in my class where these early-adolescent boys felt like they
could share this much detail about their young sex lives.

"I leaned back and my shirt lifted up, so that you could see like an inch
of my stomach. I was praying in my mind she would put her hand actually
inside my pants..."

I was sitting behind my desk at this point, and I let my hand fall toward
my crotch to fondle my rock-hard meat stick. This kid knew how to tell a
good story.

"I almost blew my load--luckily I didn't--when she reached her hand up and
slipped it inside. Her fingers ran through my pubes...well what little
pubes I had at that point. And then she just grabbed a hold of my dick. It
felt so frickin' good..."

I looked around at my class, and every single boy was staring at Nicky with
their full attention.

"Anyway, she tugged on my sweatpants, and I pulled them down in record
time. We just sat there making out, her jerking me off. She took my hand
and put it under her shirt. She didn't have a bra on, so I felt
her...breasts and everything. I thought guys were horny, but my girlfriend
was right there with me. Suddenly...she leaned down...and starting sucking
me off! It was the most amazing feeling ever. I remember thinking that I
couldn't believe it was happening..."

Clay was squirming around in his seat even more now, and I noticed him
reach back to feel his butt.

Nicky then finished up his story. "I wish that it could have lasted
forever, but of course I didn't last very long. I didn't think to warn her
before I was gonna...ya-know, and I just started...shooting off in her
mouth. She started choking on it and was kinda spitting it all over. It
made a mess, and we started laughing. After a few minutes, she asked me if
I wanted to feel her pussy--sorry Mr. D., but that was what she said--and
next thing I knew my hand was down her pants. I had no idea what I was
feeling around for, but finally I found the right spot, and my finger
slipped inside of her. I couldn't believe I was actually fingering a
girl. That was exactly when we heard someone coming. Before I could even
get my hand fully out of her pants, my counselor was standing there looking
at us, and he was like `what the f are you doing?' He must have woken up
and noticed I was missing from my bed. Luckily he was real young, like
college age and really cool, so I knew he wouldn't tell on us. But he asked
if we knew how much trouble we would be in, and told us to get the f back
to our bunks. I had a huge smile on my face while I ran back to my cabin,
but I was a little bummed that we didn't get to keep going. Maybe we would
have had sex. Anyway, she lives in Arizona, and so I haven't seen her all
year, which has been killing me. That's it."

"Thank you very much for telling us your story, Nicky. I wasn't
expecting...that much detail."

"No problem." He had a huge grin, as did most the boys in the class.

"There's one more question from the surveys that I wanted to answer
today. The question was `Is it gay to stick a finger in my butt?'"

A lot of giggling from the boys.

"Does anyone wanna take a stab at this one?"

David raised his hand, and I called on him.

"Well, my opinion is yes, because that means you would like a penis in your
butt, which would mean you are gay."

Peter chimed in without even raising his hand. "No, you're wrong. Think
about it. Girls can have anal sex. And it can feel good for anyone. There's
a special spot inside that makes you feel really good." I saw him look over
at Clay, and I laughed to myself thinking about the nature of this
discussion and how Casey and Peter knew that Clay probably had the
medium-sized dildo stuck up his ass.

"Tell us about your experience with your `special spot'," Victor said to
Peter.

"No, I mean, I heard about it, that's all. Aren't I right, Mr. Davis?"

"Yes, Peter. Thank you. And the spot that Peter was talking about is called
the prostate. Hopefully you remember that term from your anatomy
diagrams. We'll talk in more detail during another class about the function
of the prostate."

"Mr. D?" It was Tommy's voice.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to tell us the results of the gay scale thing from the
survey?"

"Sure, I can do that." I opened up my computer to get the accurate numbers
in front of me. "To refresh your memory, 1 means completely straight and 10
means gay. About 85% of your grade put down 1, there were a few other
numbers scattered about, and then five students who put down 9 or 10."

"Oh wow," Tommy commented. "I didn't know anyone in our grade was gay."

"Well that's part of the point, Tommy. You can't tell just by looking at
someone."

"And it doesn't matter, right Mr. Davis?" Peter asked.

"That's exactly right, Peter."

Maybe Peter was trying to make up for his antics earlier in class.

*****

Class ended shortly after that. Casey gave me the cutest smile and a hair
flip as he was leaving. I really wanted to get some alone time with him. I
decided to text him to make a plan. Clay was the last one to leave the
classroom. As he walked toward the door, it was obvious that he was walking
funny.

"Clay?"

He turned around a couple of feet from the door. It was just the two of us
in the classroom. "Huh?"

"Are you OK? You seem to be walking funny." I was pretty much convinced at
this point that he did indeed have the dildo stuck in his butt. This was
amazing.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine." He made himself stand up straighter. "I'm just sore
from working out over the weekend, that's all."

I forced a laugh. "Oh you mean..." I changed to a whisper. "...the sex?"

Clay blushed. He was so damn cute. I was still sitting behind my desk to
hide my raging hard-on. I was thinking about when I pounded Clay's ass with
my cock just three days before, him having no idea that it was me.

"Yeah, maybe. Anyway, I should go." He turned to leave.

I spoke in a strong whisper. "Hold on, if this is from sex, you really
should be careful and get it checked out. It's not necessarily
muscular. Let's head down to the nurse. I'll come with you."

"No way! I mean, I can't talk about this with the nurse."

I adjusted my cock so that it pointed straight up, rather than to the
side. That should make it less obvious. I stood up and walked over to him,
putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go." I wasn't gonna give
him a choice.

As we walked to the nurse, Clay looked as if he was plotting when to make a
run for it. But he was still by my side when we arrived at her office.

She looked up from her desk and greeted us with a big smile. "What can I do
for you gentlemen?"

"Clay, would you like to explain why we're here."

"I'd rather not."

"Oh, he's being a bit shy. Can he step into the private room while you and
I speak?"

"Sure, of course."

Clay reluctantly went into a small room within the nurse's office and shut
the door.

I then gave some bullshit explanation to the nurse about some poison ivy
rash that he got in a sensitive place, and he just needed some cream. I
lied and told her that I was well-trained in first aid. She explained where
everything was that I would need in the private room, and then, to my
delight, she asked if I would mind if she ran over to the lunch room while
I was in the office.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Take your time. I'm free this period, so I can
hold down the fort."

I opened the door and stepped into the small room with Clay. He was just
standing there awkwardly, even though there was a chair he could have been
sitting in. I figured that if he had the dildo in, he was likely having
trouble sitting on his butt. I shut and locked the door.

"Why don't you have a seat, Clay? I told the nurse that I would take care
of you, since you were a little shy about why you were here. I'm trained
and certified in all types of first aid, so you are in good hands."

"Uh, I'd rather stand, Mr. Davis. Actually, I really am feeling better and
should probably just go to class."

"Nonsense. Better safe than sorry, right?"

"But I won't have to take off my clothes, will I?"

"Well, I think you actually do need to, Clay. You can leave your shirt on,
but why don't you start by removing your shorts."

He looked as if he were racking his brain to come up with an excuse to get
out of there.

"Let's go, young man. You have class to get to. Take `em off."

Clay kicked off his shoes, and unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly, he started to
slide them down, and then he just let go. They fell to the floor, pooling
by his feet. He stepped out of them, bent over to pick them up, and tossed
them on the chair. He tried to hold the front of his shirt down, but I was
able to see his bulge at the front of his tight blue boxer briefs. I wanted
to take him in my mouth right then. Uh!

"OK, good boy. You can relax. I'm here to help you. Now, your briefs."

"Mr. Davis..." he whined. "Do I really have to?"

"Come on, we've been through this. Chop, chop."

He turned to the side, not sure whether he'd rather I see his front or
back, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. He had to
pull them out to get them over his teen cock, and as soon as he did so, his
dick sprang loose, pointed toward the ceiling and in front of his shirt. He
quickly finished taking off his briefs, and then pulled his shirt over his
dick to try and hide it.

"It's OK, Clay. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Are you kidding me? This is so frickin' embarrassing. You're my teacher!"

"Just think of me as your doctor, then."

He just stood there, his face red, looking straight ahead to avoid any eye
contact with me.

"OK, Clay. I'm going to examine you now."

"What are you even going to do? Can I please just go now? Oh! I need to go
to the bathroom. It's an emergency."

"Shhhh. Let me do my job. You already have your shorts and underwear
off. You can go to the bathroom in a minute." He must have been desperate
for me not to find the dildo in his ass, and I was a little surprised he
hadn't just walked out, insisting he had to go to the bathroom. Maybe there
was a small part of him that actually wanted me to find the fake dick stuck
in his ass? I couldn't yet confirm the existence of the dildo from my
angle, but it definitely looked like he was holding his butt in a weird
way.

I stepped up right next to him. I had a few inches on him in the height
department. I was so close to his beautiful golden hair and wanted to just
put my face in it. Clay was trembling. "Relax, dude," I whispered into his
ear.

Gently, I moved his hands to his sides, so he could no longer pull his
T-shirt down as a shield. I then lifted up his shirt a bit to get an
unobstructed view of his 7-plus inches. God, I had never been so thankful
for not having a 4th period class. Being able to molest this beautiful boy
in the middle of the school day was so incredibly hot. I took his dick in
my hand. It was warm. Clay let out a slight gasp when I touched him.

"Let me see here," I said while fondling his cock, pulling it in various
directions and sliding his skin up and down a few times.

"It's not my..." Clay started to say and then stopped.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." I figured he thought better of directing me to his butt.

I had moved on to Clay's balls when I noticed that a drop of precum had
formed on the head of his disk. This was one horny kid. I touched my finger
to the drop and then pulled it back, letting the sticky string hang in the
air. "Everything seems to be working fine here," I said. I could tell that
Clay was enjoying the feel of my hand on his boy bits, but he was trying
hard not to show it.

As much as I wanted to work on his dick some more, our time was limited,
and I decided it was time to check out Clay's back door. Without warning, I
spun him around, and in one continuous motion I used my hands to spread his
butt cheeks apart. As expected, his ass was plugged up by the medium-sized
dildo. I mustered up my best impression of someone who was wildly
surprised. "Holy shit, Clay! There's something in your butt!"

"Yeah, I know," he said quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? That would have saved a lot of time."

"I was hoping you wouldn't find out."

"Why is that in there?"

"It was a dare from my friends."

"Wow, Clay. We should probably talk more about this, but right now I'm just
wondering if it is hurting you."

"No, not really. I'm actually pretty much used to it since it's been like 3
hours. The only problem is that it's kinda hard to sit down. That's when
I'm uncomfortable."

"How long do you have to have it in?"

"Mr. Davis, this is so weird that we are talking about this and that you
are seeing me like this."

"Don't worry, Clay. I'm not going to tell your parents or anything."

"Thanks. I have to keep it in 'til lunch I think."

"OK, well I think I should check to make sure you aren't doing any damage."
I reached my thumb and index finger into his crack and grabbed a hold of
the bottom of the dildo. I pulled it out slowly, and as I did so, Clay let
out a loud groan. There was a popping sound when I got it completely
out. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, that just feels weird. And now I feel, like...empty or something."

His little hole, which I was personally familiar with from Friday night,
was stretched wide open, probably an opening 1 inch in diameter. It was an
amazing sight seeing it just stay open like that on its own. I guess that's
what 3 hours of stuffing a dildo up your ass can do, even to a tight
14-year-old boy.

With Clay facing away from me, I brought the slick dildo up to my face and
breathed in. It was heaven. I took a lick, and then instantly wanted to
start sucking on it. I couldn't risk it though. There was a box of ziplocks
on the counter, and I grabbed one to preserve the current condition of the
dildo inside. Fun for later.

"I'm going to check the state of your anus now, Clay. I'll try to be
gentle."

Using my index finger, I approached the gaping hole, and tried to see how
far I could get my finger to disappear inside before it touched any part of
him. Just for fun. It was like the kid's game, Operation. Eventually I made
contact with his skin. It was very red, and I gently poked around the sides
of the tunnel. The tissue was soft, and Clay emitted tiny whimpers each
time I touched him.

His hole started to close up a bit, and I kept probing around as it
tightened around my finger.

"Can you put it back in?"

"Put what back in?"

"You know...the thing...the dildo." He whispered the word.

"Sorry, no can do."

"But it feels so weird now. I really need it."

"I can't put it back in, but how about this?" I added my middle finger, and
he moaned. "Is that better?"

"A little, but it doesn't feel the same. It's hard to explain. I just have
this weird urge to be filled up again. Oh my god, I can't believe this is
happening and I'm saying that to you."

I added a third finger, and his body jolted forward. Instinctively, I
grabbed his chest to hold him in place. I tried to wiggle my fingers around
a little bit. It was already very tight again. He seemed to like it.

Clay's hand went to his dick, and he jerked it a couple of times, before
realizing what he was doing and let it go again.

"It's OK if you want to do that, Clay."

"Um, are you almost done with this...exam?"

"Do you want to go back to class now?"

"Uh, not really."

"Honestly, I think you should probably take care of `Clay, Jr.' before
heading back."

He let out a little laugh, and then said, "Wait...really?"

"Sure, why not? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise."

"Um..." He put his hand back on his dick. As his hand was relatively small
(or the size of a normal 8th grader), when it was wrapped around his cock,
it made his boyhood look even larger than it was. Watching him start to
jerk himself off was so incredibly hot. My dick was straining in my
pants. It was a matter of time before my precum would make an obscene wet
spot on my khakis. As I continued to finger him with three digits, he was
distracted enough wanking himself that he didn't notice me unzip my pants
to prevent the inevitable cumstain. When I let go of his chest, he became
more unstable. I wish I had three hands. I guided us over a few feet with
an awkward shuffle, so that he could lean on the counter with one of his
hands. That way I could use my other hand to pleasure myself.

Leaning on the counter, Clay was now bent over slightly. God, I wanted to
fuck him so badly right now. But that would be insane. I could fuck Casey
later. Not worth losing my job, as much as the hole of this sexy child was
calling my name.

Clay was grunting each time I pushed my fingers deeper, and he moaned along
with the self-stimulation of his teen meat.

I think my heart skipped several beats when there was a knock at the
door. We froze. I knew it was OK, because the door was locked, and she
wouldn't try to come in anyway. Right? What if I was wrong? My heart
started beating again, this time super-fast.

"Hello?" came a voice. It wasn't the nurse. It was a boy's voice.

"One second," I called out. And to Clay I whispered, "Don't move."
Reluctantly, I slipped my fingers out of his butt and zipped up my
pants. Opening the door only wide enough for me to squeeze through, I
walked into the main room of the nurse's office and found myself
face-to-face with Tucker.

He stood there drenched in sweat and dressed in a skimpy
P.E. uniform. Fuuuck. He looked HOT. "Where's the nurse?" he asked me.

"I was helping out with another student..." I gestured toward the closed
door to the room where Clay was naked and waiting. "...so the nurse went to
grab her lunch. Can I help you with something?"

"My shoulder. I messed it up in gym class. It hurt like a mother, and Coach
Edwards told me I had to go to the nurse, since the trainer wasn't at
school yet. It's already feeling better, though."

"I'm glad it's feeling better, Tucker, but let me just take a quick
look. Take off your shirt."

He hesitated, but then slowly lifted off his shirt. His shoulder was
definitely giving him some trouble. This was my first time seeing Tucker's
bare chest. It was impressive. He pretty much had a six-pack, and I got a
glimpse of a significant tuft of hair under each of his arms. His chest,
however, was hairless, and at that moment, it was glistening with his
sweat. Besides his sneakers, the boy was now only wearing a pair of short
shorts, which showed off his muscular thighs. He wasn't excessively
muscular, but was well-developed for 14, still lean, though. His hair was a
messy, wet, black mop.

"Now what?" he asked, snapping me out of my lustful daydream.

"Which shoulder is it?"

He used his right hand to point to his left shoulder.

Stepping up close to him, I placed my hands on that shoulder. His skin was
warm and clammy. I ran my hand over the area, before taking his arm and
raising it up to test his range of motion. As I slowly manipulated his arm,
I was asking him whether or not he felt pain. At one point, I decided to
use a few fingers to brush over his pit hair. I couldn't resist. It was
slimy and amazing.

Tucker laughed and then apologized. "Sorry, that tickles." I loved that HE
was apologizing to ME.

When I had his arm raised fully above his head, I leaned in closer, as if I
was inspecting something. I breathed in quietly and caught a whiff of his
body odor. It was strong, but I loved it. He must have skipped deodorant
that day, and I was ever-so-thankful.

"Is he OK in there?" Tucker asked about the boy who remained a mystery to
him. And before I could answer, he added, "Who is it?"

"Yes, he's going to be fine, and I cannot tell you who it is. That would
violate his right to privacy."

As much as I was loving this opportunity to put my hands on an 8th grade
stud-god, my priority was the boy bent slightly onto a counter, eager for
anal penetration, and just on the other side of that door. Also, it was
getting more and more difficult to hide my hard-on. Tucker's injury didn't
seem too bad. I prepared some ice for him and sent him on his way.

The sight that welcomed me when I returned to the private room was far from
disappointing. Clay had remained in almost the exact position I had left
him. The only difference was that he was reaching back with one of his
hands and had his middle finger buried inside his asshole. My dick was
threatening to rip through my pants. I wanted to sink my cock in his young
pussy so bad. If he gave me any kind of opportunity, I wasn't sure I'd be
able to resist any longer.

When Clay realized that I was back in the room, he turned his head toward
me. With the cutest look on his face, eyebrows in a puppy-dog expression,
he asked, "Can I have the, um, dildo back?"

Instantly, a plan formed in my head. "OK," I replied. "It's your life, and
if you want to continue to walk around school with that thing up your butt,
that's your decision." I picked up the ziplock from the counter, and
resumed my position behind Clay. He was more than leaning on the counter
now; rather, his body was bent over, ass pointed out. I gave a little kick
to the insides of his feet and commanded, "Spread your legs a bit more."

He shuffled them out, which caused his ass cheeks to separate enough to
display his hole on its own.

I made sure he could hear me undo the ziplock, and then I masked the sound
of me unzipping my pants again by giving him a "Here we go, Clay." Gently,
I placed the ziplock (dildo still inside) on the counter. I lifted my
briefs over my straining cock, allowing my boner to bounce free. Touching
the tip of my dickhead to his raw, pink hole, I asked, "Are you sure you
are ready to take this back inside your body again?"

"Mmm hmm."

In one motion, I slammed my cock into Clay's little hole. I went almost the
whole way in, but didn't want my pubes to tickle his butt. He let out a
grunt as his boycunt swallowed my stick. The feeling of his soft tissue
hugging my 7 inches was pure ecstasy. I had to stifle my own moans. "It
probably feels a little bigger than earlier, because you had closed up
again."

He groaned and started to turn his head back. I swiftly used my hand to
redirect his face forward and prevent him from seeing that it was actually
human flesh impaling him at the moment.

"Before you get dressed, let's just make sure you are feeling OK with this
inside of you again. I'm going to move it around a bit to make sure there
is enough room to keep you comfortable. Just relax."

He next moan indicated more pleasure than the last couple.

"You really like this, huh?" I pulled my cock out a few inches, and then
slid back in. It felt amazing. This was my best free period ever. I was
fucking my hot student, and he didn't even know it!

"Mmm hmm. Mmmmm. That feels...so much better now."

I pumped in and out some more, one hand on the small of his smooth back,
the other making sure my pubes didn't give me away.

The second time he tried to look back, I wasn't as quick to stop him. He
must have caught a glimpse of my opened pants and knew something was
weird. He contorted his body further to get a better look. "What the
fuck!?"

I slapped my hand over his mouth. "Shhhhh." Then I wrapped my other hand
around his stomach, which helped me hold on to him as he started to attempt
to free himself. Instead of our bodies separating, I actually pushed the
final couple inches of my twitching cock inside the teen boy.

He struggled to get away from me, but I was stronger and held on tight. He
was trying to say something, but it was muffled by my hand.

"Just relax a sec. I'm not going to hurt you. Let me talk to you."

He continued to wrench his body for a few more seconds, but then gave up.

Part of me knew I should stop, but it just felt too damn good, and I
figured the horniness of this boy would win out, if he let it.

Clay tried to say something again, but he was more calm this time.

I'm going to take off my hand. Let's just talk reasonably.

"Mr. Davis, you can't do this. Are you crazy? I mean, I figured you might
be gay, but, like, you're my teacher. We can't...this is nuts!"

"Just stop thinking about it so much." I slowly pumped in and out some
more, and I started to jerk his dick with my hand as well. He had softened
a little bit, but it didn't take long to reverse that again. "You seem to
like the feeling, so why not just enjoy it?" I continued to fuck him as we
talked.

He couldn't help himself and moaned his pleasure. "I mean...yeah, I guess I
like it, but...this is really scary...I dunno." He groaned each time I
bottomed out. There was too much talking. I just wanted to fuck him now. I
started to go faster.

"Wait...that hurts more...I don't think we should..."

"Listen, Clay. We can stop, but I'm going to have to tell your parents
about the dildo."

"No way...but...I need to get something in return."

"Aren't you liking this?" I continued to fuck the sexy 14-year-old blond
kid.

"Yeah...except when you...go too fast."

"You mean like this?" I increased the speed again.

He grunted. "Ow, yeah. What the fuck? In return...I need to do you, too."

"Like fuck me, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"No." In fact, I would have loved for my student to pound my ass with his
man-sized dick, but I didn't want him to know that. At least not yet.

"I could scream right now."

"So what? No one's even out there right now. And no one would believe you
anyway."

He started to yell "Ahhhh!" much louder than I would have liked.

"OK, OK, shut up. Fine, you can fuck me. But we won't have time now
anyway. It'll have to be later." Hopefully it would be sooner rather than
later.

"Deal."

And those were the last words we exchanged. Well, except for some
obscenities, as the illicit sex reached its high point.

I had let Clay take over jerking his own meat, as I had both hands wrapped
around his slender hips. We found a good rhythm, and both of us were
letting out little "uh"s and "oh"s in sync. Each time I felt myself getting
close, I backed off a bit, enjoying the dangerous sex way too much for it
to end.

It was a knock at the door that finally forced that to change. "Owen? Clay?
You all right?"

Fuck. There was no way I could allow this to end without me busting my
load. I kept pumping and covered his mouth again to quiet his moans. "Yeah,
almost done in here."

"It's been a really long time. Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Yeah, all good. We were talking for a while, and now I'm about to apply
the cream."

"OK..."

I started ramming my cock as deep as possible in the boy, faster than
ever. It was extra-hot knowing we were having sex so close to the unwitting
school nurse. Clay's body was flailing around, and his butt cheeks were
jiggling. I was gonna unload any second. But he went first. With the cutest
grunt, he started shooting his teenaged load onto the floor of the
room. The extra squeeze of his sphincter around my shaft put me over the
edge, and I thrust one last time. My arms were wrapped around his chest,
and I released my cream deep inside as I hugged him tight. I felt like my
cock and his ass were joined as one. Just as I thought I was finished, my
body twitched again and I deposited one more wad of cum inside the ravished
kid.

Another knock at the door. Jeez! "I need to get something from that room."

"30 seconds!"

I slid my softening cock from Clay's tunnel. "Quick, get your clothes on,"
I whispered. "But keep in mind there's a shit-ton of my cum in your
asshole. Here, take some tissues to stuff in there." I zipped up my pants.

"Can't I just have the dildo back?"

"Just hurry up. I'm going to hold onto the dildo. It's mine anyway." Oops,
I didn't exactly mean to let that slip. Or did I? Maybe I wanted to tell
him about Friday for some reason. Maybe I wanted him to know how we had
used his body.

"Huh?"

"Put on your clothes, and I'll tell you." Watching him get dressed was
truly adorable, especially as he managed the wad of tissues that would
hopefully keep my cum from escaping and soaking through his underwear. "On
Friday, you were at my house."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes. You were."

"Wait, YOU are Peter's uncle?"

"No, Peter doesn't have an uncle. Well, maybe he does. But that wasn't his
house. It was mine."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you more later." I stuffed the ziplocked dildo down the front of
my pants. I was soft enough that it didn't look that odd.

Clay was sliding his feet into his sneakers.

"Now clean up your cum from the floor, and we're out of here."


*End of Chapter 24*


Clearly, it's time for Casey and Mr. D to get some "alone time." If you
have any thoughts on what that looks like, feel free to lmk!

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