Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2020 19:39:02 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 26 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 26

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

After practice, my T-shirt was so soaked with sweat that it was sticking to
my body, and I had some trouble getting it off. But that was fine, because
I was trying to take my time in the locker room anyway. I was planning on
being the last one left, because the mystery man from Grindr told me he'd
meet me there after everyone else had gone. Fortunately, the track boys had
finished practice before us that day, so they were mostly out already. And
both tennis and lacrosse were off campus for their games.

Shirtless, I walked over to the toilets to take a piss. I felt my heart
beating fast, excited about meeting this man. I was nervous, but also
really horny. Stepping up to a urinal, I unbuttoned my baseball pants. It
wasn't easy to get my dick out with my cup in the way, but I pushed the
jock strap down the best I could and tugged my half-hard cock out into the
open. I felt a little exposed, because there weren't those divider things
between the toilets, and then Liam, our shortstop, appeared at the other
urinal.

I wasn't a shy person, and I didn't even mind when I noticed Liam taking a
peek. Casey had told me he thought Liam was gay, so I wasn't exactly
surprised. It actually made me bone up some more as I finished taking my
leak. As I shook off my dick, I turned my head fully toward Liam. He
quickly adjusted his gaze straight ahead at the wall.

"Sup?" I asked with a sly grin, my cock still in my hand, even though I was
finished.

"Uh, not much, man," Liam answered nervously. He kept his head still.

It was fun messing with him. I bet he'd be even more fun if I could get him
alone outside of school. "Hey, you wanna hang out some time?"

"Sorry, gotta run." He zipped up and practically ran out of the bathroom.

When I got back to my locker, the last couple of guys were just leaving. I
was alone. I sat down on a bench and pulled out my phone. I could feel my
heart beating faster, anticipating my encounter with this unknown man. I
brought up a photo he had on Grindr. It didn't show his face, but showed
his bare chest and black briefs covering his junk. He wasn't bad looking. I
couldn't really tell how old he was.

I didn't even hear him walk in. Suddenly he was standing in front of me. I
looked up at him, and he smiled down at me.

"Hey, Peter."

"Um, hi...Mr....uh..., "

"Mr. Eckert."

I recognized him as one of the janitors or something like that. But had
never heard his name before. He was a large man, both in height and
weight. I don't think that picture on Grindr was really him. Or if it was,
it was a really long time ago.

He sat down next to me. Really close. "How's it going?" he asked me.

I could smell his breath. Ugh. I already knew in five seconds that I was
not interested in his guy. "Well, uh, I actually need to get going, I
think." I reached in my bag for my shirt, but Mr. Eckert put his large hand
on my arm and stopped me.

"Relax, kid. Let's talk." I could tell he was checking out my
body. Normally, that would get me excited, but this guy was doing nothing
for me.

"Sorry, um, Mr. Eckert. But I need to go."

"No. You don't." His voice wasn't as friendly. "I came to meet you, and
we're going to talk."

"OK. I guess I can stay for a minute."

"Do you know what I do here at school?"

"You're one of the janitors, right?"

"Well, not exactly. I don't do any cleaning. I am a part of the maintenance
team, and I am also in charge of security."

"Oh...cool." I was trying not to show him how nervous I was. I just wished
I could disappear.

"I wanna show you something." He stood up. "Follow me."

"Where we going?"

"You'll see. Grab your stuff. Come on."

I threw on a shirt, closed up my sports locker and grabbed my
backpack. Mr. Eckert led me out of the locker room and down a few hallways
until he unlocked a door that I had never even noticed
before. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone else in the hallway, because I
really wanted an excuse to get away. Instead, I followed him through the
door. It closed behind us, and he reached back to make sure it was
locked. The only thing I could see was a set of stairs that went down to
the basement level. I had been down to the basement a few times, but this
seemed like a separate section.

It was almost completely dark as we walked down the staircase. I was trying
to remain calm and confident, but it was getting harder and harder to do
that. At the bottom, Mr. Eckert flipped on a light, and I was able to see
the large room that we were in. I looked around. Holy shit. What the fuck
was this place? There were a ton of TV screens all showing different views
around school. There was also a couch with a blanket and a pillow. And a
microwave. There were a bunch of pizza boxes and drink cans.

"Do you, um, live here?"

He ignored my question and sat down on a chair in front of a few of the
screens. "Come here and sit down, Peter."

"Uh, there's no chair for me."

He leaned back and patted his lap. "Right here, kid."

Eww. He was gross. "I'm good."

"Yo kid, you're on Grindr. I know you want some of this." He pointed at his
crotch.

"I dunno."

"What? You don't find me attractive?"

"I like guys my own age."

"But...you were on Grindr."

"Well, I mean, like, teenagers."

"Why'd you write back to me?"

"Is the profile pic really you?"

"Of course it is, kid."

Yeah right. I started to say something, but he put up his hand to stop me.

"Sit on my lap," he ordered. Then he gave me a creepy-ass smile.

"No."

It looked like he was going to get angry for a second, but then he smiled
again and let it go. He started typing on a computer keyboard.

I scanned the different screens. What the actual fuck? "You have a feed of
the boys locker room!? That's not legal."

He laughed. "You're gonna tell me how to do my job, eh? I'm trying to keep
you safe. The locker room can be a dangerous place."

I mumbled under my breath, "You just wanna perv on us."

"Hey! Watch your mouth, kid."

"I'm outta here." I turned toward the staircase.

"Hold on. I didn't show you what I wanted to show you yet." He typed and
clicked for another few seconds. "There we are..."

I immediately recognized what he was showing me. And I came damn close to
having a heart attack. As I stared at the screen with my eyes wide open, I
couldn't even talk.

Mr. Eckert looked up at me. "That is most definitely not a teenager you're
with, huh?"

"I, uh..." I couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't fucking believe
he had a video of me and Mr. Davis in the trainer's room.

"Maybe we should do a little reenactment of this scene, what do you think,
kid?"

I had to get out of there. I started for the stairs.

"Don't worry, kiddo. I won't show anyone this video. Well, at least not
yet. I'll let you sleep on it and then give you one more chance. Keep
checking your messages."

I couldn't deal with this. I jogged up the stairs, fumbled with the lock
until I got the door open, and then ran to the nearest exit to get outside
the school. I could hardly breathe. Holy fucking shit. What was I going to
do? Breathe. OK...Worst case scenario, I had to hook up with his
guy. Yuck. But at least I'd be safe from him showing the video to
anyone. And I didn't want Mr. Davis to get in trouble either. Would this
asshole really show the video to anyone? It was probably an empty
threat. Well, I didn't need to decide anything right then. He said I'd have
another chance and he'd send me another message at some point. Oh my god,
what have I gotten myself into these past few weeks? I mean, it had been a
ton of fun, but...I dunno now.

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

"What do you think we're having for dinner?" I asked Casey on the drive to
his house.

"You mean, what am I having?" He emphasized the `I.' "You won't be at my
house for dinner."

"Your mom wants me there. It makes me sad that you don't want me."

"Shut up, you know I want you. I just don't trust you in front of my
parents. That would be way too weird. And they might figure it all out."

"There is no way they'd guess that. If your mom thought that was a
possibility, she wouldn't have invited me to stay. Come on, it'll be so
much fun."

"No way."

I let it go at that point. But I was planning on staying, even though Casey
said he didn't want me to.

"Where should I park this time?"

"You don't need to park. You're just dropping me off."

I pulled over against the curb in front of his house. "Don't you want me to
come in? We have time before anyone else comes home, right?"

"What are you horny again?"

"Always, buddy. Aren't you?"

He blushed and ran his hand through his light brown hair. "Maybe..." He
gave me a devilish grin. "Fine. Come on in. But you gotta leave before my
mom gets home."

As soon as I was inside, I walked upstairs directly into JJ's bedroom.

Casey followed me and while standing in JJ's doorway commented, "Um, wrong
room, Mr. D."

"Let's fuck around in here today."

"OK weirdo. I'll be right there. Just need to take a leak."

While Casey was in the bathroom, I did a quick exploration of JJ's room. It
was a mess. Dirty clothes everywhere. Not surprising for a 6th grade boy. I
picked up a pair of Gap red and black striped boxer briefs that were on the
floor and brought them up to my face, breathing in deeply. Holy shit. While
most people would have gagged at the smell, to me it was
intoxicating. Raunchy boy crotch smell. So fucking good. I took another hit
and then stuffed them in my pocket.

"Whattya wanna do?" Casey asked when he got back. His voice cracked when he
spoke. My dick was quickly running out of room inside my underwear.

"You."

Then Casey switched his voice to an imitation of a young boy. "Oh
mister. You're so big. You aren't gonna hurt me, are you?"

How did everything he did turn me on more and more? I grabbed his head with
both of my hands and pressed my mouth to his. We both opened our mouths and
started sucking on each other's tongues. It was like we were fighting to
see who could swallow whose tongue first. His face was so soft. Even where
his little peach fuzz was growing back in already. Every time I was with
this boy it was like a fantasy come true.

We tipped over onto JJ's unmade bed as our make-out session became more
aggressive. I lifted Casey's shirt up to reveal his perfect stomach and ran
my hand all over his smooth chest. As we continued to kiss, my other hand
crept into his shorts, running my fingers through his pubes.

He was moaning.  "You like that, kid?"

He pulled his face away from mine for a second to speak. He continued to
use his little-kid voice. "Oh yes, mister. Keep touching
me...everywhere. Your big manly hands feel so good."

"Hey, how old are you, little boy?"

"I'm 10-and-a-half."

Fuck. I had always thought of Casey's real age of 13 being my ideal age,
but in that moment, in JJ's bedroom, and with Casey pretending to be a few
years younger, I was as turned on as I'd ever been.

"Well if you're 10, then..."

"10-and-a-half," he interrupted me.

"If you're 10-and-a-half, then we should get rid of this." I pulled at his
pubes.

"OK."

We got up from the bed and I started to lead us to his parents' bathroom.

"No wait, come here." Casey walked into the hallway bathroom he shared with
his brother, and I followed. Casey opened up a drawer. "My daddy got me
this." He held up a white electric razor. It was small, like a kid's
version. I didn't even know that existed.

"Cute. Now take off your clothes."

"But then I'll be naked, mister."

I patted him on the head. "You're a smart boy. Now do it."

As Casey stripped off his shirt, shorts, and underwear, I propped my phone
on the counter facing the toilet and started recording a video. I wanted to
watch this again later.

I made Casey stand at the toilet as if he was going to take a piss, and I
was right behind him. Every inch of this kid's body was absolutely
perfect. I could get off by just looking at his skin.

I switched the razor on, and a quiet buzzing sound echoed in the
bathroom. As I took my first swipe through Casey's small patch of hair, he
sprung a boner. It didn't take long to shave away his pubes, since there
weren't a ton to begin with. When I was finished, I spun him around 180
degrees. My eyes widened as I took in the view. Holy shit.

"You like?" Casey's little-boy voice broke me out of my stare.

I ran my hand over his now-completely-smooth pubic area. "Mmmmm." I mean, I
loved Casey no matter what. And he looked incredibly cute to me in whatever
he was wearing or not wearing. His public patch was hot as hell on a
13-year-old. But this new smooth look on him had my dick screaming for
release. What the fuck was wrong with me, being this turned on by Casey
pretending to be--and almost looking like--the age of a 5th grader?

Without saying anything, Casey walked out of the bathroom and back into his
brother's bedroom. Still naked, he jumped onto the bed and flipped himself
onto his back. Then he lifted his legs in the hair, exposing his hairless
hole. "Excuse me, mister, but my butt hurts. Can you kiss it better?"

I did not need to be asked that question twice. I knelt down on the floor
by the foot of the bed and gave a big smooch right on one of his perfect
round ass cheeks. Then I did the same to the other. "Is that better?" I
asked.

"No, silly. I mean my hole hurts." He took his hands and spread his cheeks
apart. Now I could see how red it was. Oh wow, maybe it did hurt. I
probably got a bit carried away in my classroom pounding his ass earlier
this afternoon. I gave him a gentle kiss right on his little asshole.

Casey giggled. "That tickles."

"Oh yeah?" For some reason I found myself using a deeper voice than normal,
creating an even greater contrast to the pretend little-kid voice that
Casey was using.

"Uh huh. You can kiss me harder than that."

I grabbed Casey's smooth legs and dove my head into his boy pussy. Snack
time. I licked all around his hole and then tried to poke my tongue as far
inside as it could go.

Casey started squirming around and moaning. "Harder...deeper..." he whined.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't care." He was scraping his fingers through my hair and pushing my
head into his body.

Meanwhile I let his legs rest on my shoulders as my hands started molesting
his chest and smooth pubic area. Casey was groaning louder as I continued
to eat him out. I could feel his tight sphincter grabbing a hold of my
tongue. At one point one of my hands went up to his neck, and I grabbed his
throat gently. Casey's moaning got louder, and I tightened my grip.

As my tongue-fuck reached maximum depth, Casey's high-pitched groaning
filled the room. He started jerking his middle-school cock with his hand. I
could feel some of his precum on my forehead. Oh shit, that made me realize
that my own precum was likely staining my pants. Pulling myself away from
my boy's hole, I quickly stripped my khakis off. There was a little wet
spot, but hopefully it would dry enough that Casey's family wouldn't notice
it later.

"Are you going to stick your penis in me now, mister?"

"How do you know about that, kid?"

"Um, my uncle was telling me about it when he gave me the sex talk."

"Well I don't know if you can handle it," I teased in my deeper voice.

"Yes, I can! I know I look small, but I'm a big boy!"

"Kiddo, I'm pretty thick." I grabbed a hold of my 7 inches through my
briefs to show off my meat.

Casey dropped his little-boy talk for a moment and used his crackly
adolescent voice. "Mr. D, I need you to fuck me right now." He started
trying to rip my underwear off.  I wanted his little kid act to
continue. "Alrighty little boy, first you need to get as much spit on my
penis as possible."

"How do I do that?" He was back to his innocent little voice.

I climbed up on the bed and finished taking off my clothes. I stuck my hard
cock to his lips and he opened his mouth. I'm not sure who pressed harder,
but we then both tried to get my dick as deep in his mouth as possible. He
was choking but kept going. His eyes were teary, but that turned me on even
more.

With Casey's slobber dripping down my shaft, I announced that that was good
enough and pushed him back down onto his back. After shoving JJ's pillow
under Casey's butt to get a better angle, I lined up my throbbing cock head
with his asshole and then paused.

"Come on!" Casey whined. I loved hearing him beg for it.

"What?" I teased.

He tried unsuccessfully to impale himself on my cock. He made a sound of
frustration. "Never mind. I don't need you to fuck me." He started to sit
up. "I could just let Mr. Pan do it." Oh, he was going to try and tease
me. He thought two could play at that game.

I pushed him back down...a bit harder than I intended. Then, suddenly my
hand was back on his throat. "Don't forget who's in charge, kid." I grabbed
my cock with my other hand and within just two seconds, I had forced my
entire phallus inside of Casey's skinny young body.

"Ow!" he complained.

"Too hard?" I asked as I started to fuck him.

"No," he squeaked out unconvincingly. "I want it harder, mister."

I knew he was sore, but how could I deny what he was asking...and what my
dick wanted, too? It wasn't like there would be permanent damage. Right?

First I picked up the pace, pistoning my throbbing cock as fast as I could
in and out of his 13-year-old hole, which, by the way, was still tight as
hell.

After all the build-up from the little boy stuff, shaving off Casey's
pubes, rimming him, and choking him with both my hand and cock, I wasn't
going to last very long. I took a moment to admire his smooth pubic area
again. I imagined I was fucking a 10 or 11-year-old Casey. And it didn't
hurt that this forbidden act was taking place on the bed of his 12-year-old
brother.

Casey was moaning really loudly and out of control, switching back and
forth between sounding like a little kid and a pubescent boy. I didn't know
if it was more pain or pleasure, but he wanted
more. "Hard...harder. Pleeeease!"

At that point I didn't hold back at all. I started ramming his slender
middle school body as hard as I could. I felt like I was an animal. The
headboard on JJ's bed was slamming into the wall over and over again.

Our sweaty bodies were joined as one. This was a beautiful moment that I
would remember for a long, long time.

Between Casey's moaning, my grunting, and the bed sounds, it was very loud
in the room. I had no idea how Casey was able to hear that his mom had
gotten home. He had popped up to a sitting position and put his finger to
his lips. But in that moment, I didn't know what he was doing. I had one
mission: blasting a large amount of cum deep inside this kid.

Even though Casey had sat up, my cock was still penetrating him. He tried
to pull away, but I held on and kept pounding. I was about to unload. Casey
was trying to tell me about his mom, but he couldn't talk, due to how hard
I was fucking him.

"Oh...Casey...I'm...almost...there! Fuuuck, kid!"

Casey desperately tried to free himself. "Mom..."

"I'm definitely not your mom. But we could pretend I'm your daddy if you
want..."

"...is home."

Oh! As scary of a thought as it was to get caught by his mom, I was so
close to finishing, and that was all that mattered. One last time I pushed
all the way in and then my body held still for a moment as my load traveled
from my balls through the length of my dick. I grunted as it felt like
buckets of cum shot out of my meat and landed deep inside my underaged boy.

Apparently Casey had climaxed at some point, because his watery cum was all
over the place. Finally, he freed himself and jumped off the bed. But not
before some of my white cum dropped from Casey's butt onto the pillow.
While Casey frantically looked for some clothes to put on (his clothes were
still in the hallway bathroom), I marveled at the liquid mess we had made,
mostly collected on JJ's pillow. That would be a fun surprise for him.

Casey squeezed into a pair of JJ's shorts and a T-shirt. As he ran out of
the room, he whisper-yelled at me to get dressed and hurry downstairs. I
guess I was staying for dinner.


*End of Chapter 26*


Thank you for your patience as I took a break from writing this story the
past 10 months. I appreciate everyone who continued to send emails, and I'm
sorry I haven't gotten back to all of them yet!

Owen
odavis120@mail.com

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