Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2019 12:58:57 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 25 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 25

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

At lunch recess, I was playing basketball with the boys. It was a hot day,
and we were all working up a sweat. Conor's long, blond hair was
practically dripping wet. He was on the other team, and I was in charge of
defending him. Having an excuse to put my hand on his hip, get close enough
to smell him, and feel his damp shirt was the perfect example of why I was
out there playing. The boys probably just thought I was a "cool" teacher
who liked basketball. Conor's twin, Hunter, who was on my team today,
caught me off guard when he asked if he could take off his shirt. I wanted
to say "yes" so badly, but I don't think the other teachers would have
approved. Well, except for John Pan.

When Teddy walked up and asked if he could play, it was perfect timing,
because I had just noticed Casey come outside and sit under a tree. I told
Teddy to take my place, because I needed a breather anyway.

Casey had his sketchbook with him and had started to draw the basketball
court, when I sat down next to him. It wasn't weird for me to do so
publicly, since teachers often found recess to be a good time to talk to a
student one-on-one. Casey continued to work, and we both sat silently for a
minute, while he let me watch. It felt strangely intimate getting to
observe him so closely doing something he loved. At one point he twisted
his head in my direction and gave me a cute smile. Then he turned back with
a hair flip.

God, I had fallen hard for this kid. As exciting as it was to pursue other
boys, especially ones who might not exactly realize yet what they wanted,
Casey was definitely my first choice. I'd quit my job and run away with
him, if I could. I was attracted to the whole package. His sweet and
innocent personality, his unexpected fun and spontaneous side, and of
course every inch of his hot, 13-year-old body.

The way he was sitting with his knees up, gravity had allowed his shorts to
fall quite a bit, showing off a nice amount of his creamy thighs. I wanted
to touch him so bad. How was I so horny after depositing a load into Clay
only a little over an hour ago? I looked at Casey's face, slightly moist
from the heat. My eyes settled on his pink lips. Some hair had already
started to poke through his skin above his upper lip. My cock twitched, and
I hoped that I'd get a chance to shave him again in the coming days.

While looking down at his drawing, Casey quietly asked, "When can we be
together?"

"We're together right now," I teased.

"Shut up. You know what I mean."

"Well it just so happens, I was wondering the same thing. I sent you a text
after class this morning. Did you get it?"

"No, my phone is actually in my locker today because Mrs. Spencer has been
cracking down on cell phone violations. I don't wanna chance getting in
trouble and having my parents take my phone away."

"Pussy," I whispered.

"What'd you say about my sweaty hole?"

"Fuck, dude." I felt my dick thicken some more. "Can we go to my house
after school?"

"Can't. Mom said I gotta be home and do the chores I didn't do over the
weekend."

"Shit. I need your body, kid."

"Get me out of class this afternoon?"

"I teach both periods. You know that."

"Oh yeah."

"How much time do you got after school?"

"Maybe half an hour."

"Alright, wanna fuck in my classroom?"

"You serious? Yeah. That'd be hot. I really wanna have sex with my teacher
in school."

"You can't say that out in public."

"No one can hear me."

"It's not that. It's that I just got so fucking hard that everyone is gonna
see."

"Good luck with that." He got up and started walking back, since recess was
wrapping up.

*****

Last period ended, and I had just decided against asking Timothy to stay
behind for a quick check-in, because Casey would be coming by soon, but
then it was another student who approached me. His name was Liam.

"Mr. Davis?" he said quietly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course, Liam. What is it?" I was both nervous and excited to find out
what he wanted to talk about right after our Sex Ed lesson.

"Um, can we just wait 'til everyone leaves?"

"Yeah, of course."

Awkwardly, we stood there for a long minute while the rest of the class
cleared out, including Tucker, Timothy, and several other boys who often
popped into my head. Liam was also a boy I had thought about recently,
because he was the other boy who had answered '10' on the survey for being
gay. Of course he thought it was anonymous. I hadn't thought about Liam
sexually before reading his survey, but over the weekend, I had actually
jerked off while looking at candid photos of him in his baseball uniform
that I found stored in a shared electronic folder for the yearbook. Liam
was the shortstop.

I was staring at his face while the last couple of kids left the room, but
Liam kept looking away out of nerves or shyness. The top of his head came
up to my nose, so I was guessing he was about 5'4" or 5'5". Short brown
hair, green eyes, and average weight. He had a round, smooth face with cute
chipmunk cheeks. I certainly wouldn't kick him out of my bed. When I was
jerking to his baseball pictures the other night, I had convinced myself
that surely he would go for me. After all, I was in my mid-twenties and
quite fit. And Casey sure liked me. Sadly, Liam had not submitted a nude
photo for the extra credit, which just made me extra curious about what was
hiding under his clothes.

Finally, the last boy left my classroom, and I closed my door for some
privacy.

"OK, bud, tell me what's up."

"Uh, actually, never mind, I should probably get to practice." He picked up
his backpack from the floor and swung it over his shoulder.

"Hold on. I actually wanted to check in with you anyway. You've been so
quiet in class, and I was curious how you are finding our current unit."

"Oh, uh...I dunno."

"How about you tell me your favorite part so far."

"Favorite part?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not? I thought our class was getting to a place where we
could talk openly."

"Well, I guess I appreciate that you were talking about uncircumcised...ya
know."

"Oh yeah? Great. Is that because you are uncircumcised?"

He answered me so quietly, I don't think I would have heard him had I not
been standing so close and listening for his response. "Yeah."

"Cool."

"Well the kids in the locker room don't think it's cool. They think I'm
weird."

"Wait, are there boys giving you a hard time?"

"I just wish the 7th graders had to have your class, too. This one 7th
grader saw my..." He paused.

"Penis?" I finished for him.

He nodded. "And he asked me what was wrong with my...'D' word. Then all his
friends started making fun of me." Liam's eyes got a little watery.

"Oh, Liam, I'm so sorry." I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a
squeeze. He looked up at me with a sad look, but smiled briefly to thank
me.

"Do you think it's because I'm uncircumcised, or cuz of something else
that's wrong with my...penis."

"I can't really say. I would probably need to take a look."

Liam swallowed hard. "Uhh..." He stood there not knowing what to say as his
cheeks flushed red.

"I'm here to help. Anything you need." My eyes were glued to his crotch to
see if I could see anything move. I didn't even care if he caught me.

I was excited when Liam moved one of his hands over his groin, and it
looked like he was trying to block me from seeing him bone up. I couldn't
see any direct evidence, though. At that point, my own dick was thickening,
but I made the decision that I wouldn't try to hide it from him. I openly
adjusted myself. I mean, I knew the kid was gay, and there was just
something that told me he wouldn't mind if I was attracted to him. Maybe
that was arrogant or risky, but I would have to blame these past few
weeks. I was also super-horny in anticipation of having sex with Casey at
school, whenever he showed up, any minute now.

Then, I decided to take another chance. The school year would be over in a
few weeks, and I might not get many more opportunities alone with this kid.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked Liam.

"Um, yeah..."

"I'm kinda nervous," I continued. "I haven't gotten the courage yet to tell
the whole class, but I want to start telling my students, because I think
it's important." I decided to just blurt it out. "I'm gay."

Even if Liam had suspected me, this revelation was apparently still
surprising to him, as evidenced by the look on his face at that
moment. "Oh...wow...um...I mean...that's cool, Mr. Davis."

"Thanks, Liam. So that doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

"No, it doesn't matter, and well, cuz..." He stopped.

Was he gonna come out to me?! "Cuz what?"

"Never mind."

"It's OK, bud. You can tell me. I'm a good listener."

Liam took a piece of paper from my scrap pile and picked up a pen from my
desk. He nervously wrote something down. Then he handed me the paper and
started walking toward the door.

I quickly read what it said: "I don't think I like girls."

"Wait!" I wanted to stop him before he left.

He turned around and faced me, but with his head down.

"Liam, are you saying that you're gay?"

He looked up at my with his puppy-dog green eyes and nodded.

"Well, obviously that's totally cool, dude."

He gave me a half-smile.

"Were you one of the students who put a 9 or 10 on the survey scale?"

"Yeah," Liam answered me in a soft voice.

"Well I think it's awesome that you are gay." In the middle of my sentence,
my classroom door opened, but by the time I realized, I had already
finished what I was saying.

Casey stepped into my room and surveyed the situation. He looked directly
at Liam and asked, "Wait, you're gay!?"

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

I actually already knew that Liam had put down that he was gay on the
survey, because Mr. Davis had told me, but I had to pretend that this was
news to me.

Liam put his face in his hands, and I heard him say "Oh no" to himself.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Dude. It's all good. I'm gay too."

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "Wait, what? You are?"

"Yeah. You didn't know that?"

"I had no idea." He wiped his eyes and was trying to smile.

"Do you want a hug?"

"Um, OK."

I gave Liam a tight hug, and he squeezed me back.

When Mr. Davis said, "Awww," I told him to shut up. Then he said, "So, Liam
was just telling me about how the guys in the locker room have been making
fun of him for being uncircumcised."

Liam's eyes went wide and he looked at Mr. Davis like he wanted to hit him.

"It's all good, Liam," Mr. Davis said. "Casey is a gay boy, so he knows a
lot more about dicks than those straight assholes in the locker room."

Liam was trying to process everything that was going on.

"Oh man," I said quickly. "That sucks about those guys. Sorry they are
doing that to you."

"Thanks," he said softly.

Mr. Davis grabbed his crotch when Liam wasn't looking his direction. "Maybe
you can help, Casey. Liam was actually wondering if the guys were giving
him a hard time over not being circumcised or if it was something else
about his penis."

"I'm happy to help," I offered.

Liam didn't know what to say. His face was bright red. "I...um...I gotta go
to practice. Uh, bye." He left Mr. Davis' classroom.  "Was it something I
said?" Mr. Davis asked me. I was pretty sure he was joking.

"You were freaking him out!"

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. I'm so horny."

"Well that's what I'm here for." I wiggled my eyebrows a few times.

"How much time we got?"

I checked my phone. "Like 20 or 25 minutes 'til my ride gets here."

"That sucks. But the good news is that your body can get me off in, like,
two minutes. And I know it doesn't take you long either."

"I could probably cum twice in 20 minutes. Where we doing this exactly?"

"I have something I'd like you to do," Mr. Davis said, as he walked over
and locked the door.

"Suck my dick?"

He laughed and put his hands on my shoulders. I loved how strong he
felt. "Well, duh. But I was actually thinking that we could role-play a
little bit."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I want you to pretend that you are still an innocent boy and that you
don't want to do sexual stuff with me."

It seemed a little weird, but since that's what he wanted, I decided to
try. "OK."

Mr. Davis started rubbing my shoulders. "You feel really tight, Casey. You
shouldn't have so much stress in your body; you're only in middle school."

"Yeah, I know," I played along. "But my parents said I need to bring up my
science grade to a 90 by the end of the year, and I don't think there's
time. They said if I don't, I gotta do a summer class." I was proud of
myself for making up the story on the spot. It was kinda fun.

"Aww, that sucks." He moved his hands to my sides. "Yeah, I don't think a
90 is going to be possible, to be honest."

I knew exactly what I was supposed to say next. I made my voice a little
higher than normal to help play my part. "Um, is there some kind of extra
credit I can do?"

Mr. Davis continued to slowly rub my sides as we talked. He moved his hands
down my hips and then a little across my belly. "Hmm, well there is one
thing you can help me with. It's an experiment that the science department
here is conducting. You know the Sex Ed unit we've been doing? I'm doing
research on how fast boys can reach ejaculation at different ages. If you
help me out, then I think we can figure out a way to get you the credit you
need for your grade."

His hands were now rubbing lower on my stomach, getting closer to my
groin. I felt tingly. "How would it work? Like I would just
jer...masturbate myself, and you would time me?"

"No, it'll be my hand. But don't worry. It's for science purposes." He
slipped his hand down further and felt my dick through my shorts. I was
already fully hard, but his touch gave me an extra jolt.

I pulled away, continuing my acting. "Stop, what are you doing? I don't
want to do that."

"I thought you wanted extra credit."

"I meant like writing a paper."

"Oh come on, this would be more fun anyway, right?"

"No way. You're my teacher. That's wrong."

He put his arms around me from behind and then started walking me over to
my desk. It was almost like he was dragging me. I struggled to get free,
but he held on tight this time. He plopped down on my chair, and brought me
with him onto his lap. I felt his dick against my butt right away. "This
really is the only option, Casey. I think we just try it. You don't want to
have summer school, do you?" He lifted up my polo shirt so that most of my
stomach and even up to my nipples were showing. His hands started rubbing
me all over. It felt so good.

I was squirming around as if I were trying to get free. He was full-on
molesting me now. "I don't want this. I'd rather have the summer class."
One of his hands was playing with my nipples, while the other one was
starting to slip under the waistband of my shorts. It kinda reminded me of
the time with Mr. Pan in the art room. I felt Mr. Davis' fingers make
contact with my pubes. I wanted him to grab my dick with his hand so
bad. But I had my part to play. "Staaahhhp," I whined. "You can't do this
if I don't agree."

Suddenly he grabbed my dick real tight. I thought I would cum right
then. "Your penis seems to want it." He was grinding his hips into my butt.

"Nooo!" I took a hold of his wrist and made an attempt to pull him off. It
didn't work.

But then he did remove his hand from my boxer briefs and shorts. For a
moment I didn't know why he was stopping, but then he undid the button on
my shorts and pulled down the zipper. He slipped his thumbs under my
waistband and pulled. As I wriggled around acting like I wanted to get
free, that actually helped him get my shorts and briefs to slide down my
thighs.

"Oh, yes, Casey. This is a fine endowment you have here." His hand wrapped
around my shaft, making it look a little smaller than when I had my own
hand around it. "This will be perfect for the experiment. I wonder how fast
you'll reach your climax once we start."

"But I don't wanna start." I tried to get up, but he pulled me back down.

I could tell that he was unbuttoning and unzipping his own khaki pants. He
let out a moan as his dick popped out into the open.  "Wh...what are you
do...doing?" I asked, making my voice shake like I was really scared.

"Well, the experiment allows me to use any means necessary to help you
ejaculate as quickly as possible."

"But..." He cut me off by covering my mouth with his hand. I took a break
from struggling, as he worked to slide his own pants down some
more. Suddenly I was sitting on his bare thighs, and I could feel his large
cock resting against my back. He started rubbing it against me, his precum
making my skin sticky wherever he made contact.

"Are you ready?"

"No!" I looked up at the clock. "And my ride is coming in like 10 minutes."

"Well then we better get started." It seemed like it took him no effort to
lift me up by the hips into the air. He aimed his cock at my hole. Shit,
this was probably gonna hurt, since we hadn't done any prep. Slowly, he
found the right spot and then let my weight down.

I felt his cock head pushing against my anal ring. "Stop! What does this
experiment even have to do with your...penis?"

"We're gonna stimulate your prostate to help you cum." He was holding me up
still so that the penetration was paused.

"No way that I'm gonna let your...penis...go inside of me. That's crazy."

"So you'd rather go to a summer class and probably have your phone taken
away for not making the grade your parents want?"

"Can't you just give me the grade anyway without doing this? I'll doing
something else for you. Do you want me to jerk you off?"

"That's a wonderful offer, but too late. My cock needs to be inside of
you. It needs to feel your soft, velvety tissue. Now." He let my body fall
so that his dick slammed into me. There was a shot of pain that went
through my whole body with the initial shock. Fortunately, he just let me
sit there for a moment to get used to it, while jerking my dick and rubbing
his thumb over the head of it. It didn't take long for me to start to feel
really good.

It took me a moment to realize that my phone was vibrating in my pocket,
which was down somewhere around my knee right now.

"Someone's calling me," I said.

"Just...leave...it," Mr. Davis answered as he slowly started moving my
whole body up and down on his shaft.

I didn't pick up the call. Up until that point, I had been bracing myself
on him, but now I decided to just lean back against his chest and enjoy the
ride.

Mr. Davis was furiously jacking my dick, and my whole body was starting to
bounce up and down. "No...uh...no...uh...ow...ow...ow...no!" I repeated
various grunts and protests as he fucked me.

When my phone started going off a second time, I had to check who was
calling. I reached down and fished it out of my pocket, and then looked at
the screen. It was my mom. Before answering the call, I told Mr. Davis to
stop. He slowed down, but kept pumping my ass with his 7 inches.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetheart. How are you?"

I tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible, and not like my
teacher's dick was raping my ass. "Fine. What's up?"

"Sorry for the last-minute change, but I just got a call that your ride
can't come anymore. And your brother is going to a teammate's house after
baseball. Is there someone else that can drive you home? Like another
friend's parent that lives nearby that you can think of? I'm so sorry, I
can't leave work."

Mr. Davis had his head nuzzled in mine near my phone. He could probably
hear my mom. He started thrusting faster again, and I grunted when he
pushed in all the way.

"Are you OK?" my mom asked. "You sound out of breath or something."

"Uh, yeah, I was just running to see if I could catch someone to ask for a
ride. Shoot, I missed them."

"Maybe you could walk?"

"That would take me like two hours, Mom."

"It's a nice day..."

I was happy that this meant I didn't have to rush out of Mr. Davis' room
anymore, but I just wanted to be off the phone and get back to enjoying
what we were doing. Mr. Davis was twisting my dick in his hand, I think
trying to force me to make another weird noise with my mom listening. Then
he whispered in my ear, "I'll take you home." He stuck his tongue in my ear
and flicked it around. It sounded so weird and also give me a chill down my
whole body.

"Mom, I'll just figure it out. Don't worry."

"I need to know how you're getting home though."

Mr. Davis whispered in my ear again. "Tell her I'll drive you home." He
started kissing my neck and playing with the head of my dick with his
fingers.

I couldn't think anymore, and I just blurted out to my mom, "Mr. Davis can
give me a ride."

"Oh, that'd be wonderful. What a nice man he is to give you a ride
again. Tell him he's invited for dinner. I gotta go, sweetie. See you
tonight."

Finally I was off the phone.

Mr. Davis grabbed my waist with both hands and basically was using my body
to jerk off his cock. It was feeling really good, and I wanted him to go
faster.

"Please," I pleaded. "Just don't go any harder."

This, of course, made him do what I actually wanted, and he pumped into my
butthole faster and harder, while lifting my body and pulling it back down
over and over. He continued to kiss and suck on my neck, which drove me
crazy. I felt like I was sweating so much. A drop fell from my hair and ran
down my back.

My boner was waving around wildly, and it hurt a little because I was so
hard. I grabbed my dick to stop it from flopping around. I wanted to cum so
badly, but I wanted Mr. Davis to get me off.  "I thought you were trying to
make me cum as fast as possible," I said.

He answered by wrapping his hand around my throbbing shaft again, and
started wanking me really fast.

"You getting close?" he asked into my ear.

"Mmm hmm."

"You feel that man cock deep in your pussy?"

"Yeah," I answered, practically out of breath. I felt like I was gonna
shoot any second.

"Come on, and just let it go. I don't care if you cum all over my
classroom."

"Oh fuck! Oh my god! Fuuuuuuuuck!" I couldn't help but scream out as my
whole body stiffened and got ready to explode. For a split second
everything went still, and then I felt the jizz traveling up my
dick. "Ahhhh!" The first shot went straight up in the air. I couldn't see
where it landed. "Ughh!!" The second and third shots of my cum reached the
middle of my stomach, and then I let a few more smaller spurts out. "Oh
fuck...I...oh..."

Mr. Davis kept stroking my dick even after I was done. At first it felt
good for a little bit, but then he moved to the head of my dick, and I
couldn't handle it. I was too sensitive.

I tried to get him to stop by grabbing his wrist, but he resisted and kept
jerking me.

"Ahhh...you gotta stop, Mr. D."

He ignored me and kept going. He was fucking me, jerking my semi-hard dick
with his left hand, and tickling my right armpit with his other hand, which
just made the feeling even harder to handle.

"You are the sexiest boy I've ever known. I'm gonna blast your ass with my
juice, and I'm gonna make you cum again with me."

"I can't...cum...again...right now...if you...keep doing that. It
hurts. Fuck."

"You're an 8th grade boy. Of course you can cum again. And you said you
would. I'll make you."

"Yeah but...you have to...give me...a break." I wasn't playing around this
time. I really needed him to stop.

"No."

I tried again unsuccessfully to rip his hand away.

"Did you know that your first shot landed in your hair?"

"Just stop...ow! You gotta stop."

"You're completely hard still. This is awesome."

"No, fuck you."

"Maybe later."

The hand that had been in my armpit had gone to my hair (I think to wipe
off the cum, which it sounded like he sucked off his hand), and then he
started running two fingers across the area above my upper lip.

"You've got hair growing back already. So fucking hot."

I ignored him.

He sped up both his fucking of my ass and the stroking of my raw and
sensitive dick. "Here we go, boy. I'm gonna cum soon. And so are you. Give
me that second load, kid. Just give in to the feelings."

I tried to relax and ignore how uncomfortable I was.

"Oh fuck, Case. I'm gonna...breed you now."

My dick hurt so much. He was jacking it really fast. Suddenly I thought I
was gonna cum. It was such a weird feeling. I felt kinda good but it also
hurt, and I started spurting out some more cum as I screamed again with
some kind of pain-pleasure combination.

Mr. Davis yelled out as his climax hit him. He let go of my dick finally,
and used both hands on my waist again to push in extra deep. I could feel
his load squirting into my ass as he grunted and groaned. "Oooooh! Fuck!
Ahhhh!! Holy shit, oh my god!! Fuuuuuuck!"

When he came down from his high, he hugged me tight and started kissing my
face. "I'm sorry, dude. I couldn't help myself. Are you okay?"

I turned my head back and kissed him on the lips, our tongues wrestling
with each other.

"You're not staying for dinner at my house," I said.

"Yes, I am."


*End of Chapter 25*


Coming soon... Peter finds out who the Grindr man working at school is.

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