Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 18:27:40 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 5 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 5

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

After JJ had caught me jerking off with my finger in my ass, needless to
say that dinner felt really awkward. JJ kept staring at me, and I didn't
know what to do. At one point he squeezed the part of my leg a few inches
above the knee, which made me jump. I slapped his hand away.

"What is going on with you guys tonight?" my mom asked.

"Nothing," JJ and I answered in unison.

"How was practice today?" my dad asked JJ.

"Good. Coach let me take some ground balls at shortstop today. And I didn't
make a single error the whole time!"

"That's my boy." Dad gave JJ a fake punch in the arm.

"May I be excused?" I asked. "I have a ton of homework still."

"Sure thing, sweetie," my mom answered. "Don't stay up too late."

*****

After finishing up some homework, I crawled into bed. swimkid_16 messaged
me, and we ended up having a Skype call where I again shot a load while
fingering myself. I didn't get to see swimkid_16 because he said his
computer was having issues. That was probably bull, but it was still fun as
he was typing to me what I should do to my body. I did make the mistake of
showing my face in the same view as my naked body, which I now regret, but
in the heat of the moment I just did what swimkid_16 was telling me.

JJ texted me from his bedroom around 10:30 pm. We were both supposed to be
asleep by then.

JJ: "Come to my room"

Me: "Why? It's rly late"

JJ: "I need to talk to you"

Me: "Can't it wait"

JJ: "Just come on!"

I decided to just head over to his room. He probably wouldn't leave me
alone otherwise, and I didn't want to turn off my phone. I slipped on a
pair of shorts. After slowly opening my bedroom door and seeing that my
parents' door was closed, I quickly slipped into JJ's bedroom.

He was lying on top of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxer
briefs. I could see the clear outline of his 12-year-old boner, but he
didn't seem to care. I admired his chest, as you could really see the
definition of his muscles coming in. I couldn't see a single hair below his
navel or on his legs. He patted the side of his bed.

"Sit down," he instructed.

I did as he asked. There was no use arguing.

"I could hear you just now, ya know."

"That was just a video I was watching for history class. Sorry it was so
loud."

"Bullshit. I know I heard YOU jerking off. You were moaning. How many times
a day to you jack off?"

"You really want to talk about this?"

"You're my older brother, it's your duty."

"We're practically the same age."

"How many times?"

"I dunno. Sometimes twice, sometimes like 5 times."

"5 times!? Wow. I'm able to cum now, ya know." He reached down and adjusted
himself.

"Uh, congratulations?" While my voice said I didn't care, as I sat there
looking at his practically-nude body and hearing about him in a sexual
context, I felt my cock twitch.

"Can I ask you something?"

"If I say no, you'll just ask me anyway."

He giggled at that. "True. So, um, are you gay?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"Well, this afternoon when I saw you with your finger in your butt. Isn't
that what gay people do?"

Oh god. He wanted to openly talk about the fact that I had my finger up my
ass? "Um, anyone can do that. You don't have to be gay."

"But are you?"

"Fine, yes, I'm gay, JJ."

"Wow. That's cool with me by the way. How do you know?"

"I just know. I'm turned on by guys."

"Are you turned on by me?" He made his eyebrows go up and down a few times
and spread his legs out wide.

If I had been asked that question before this moment, the answer would have
been really simple. But in that moment, there was something legitimately
turning me on about my own frickin' brother. What the hell was the matter
with me? Maybe it was just because I was 13 and turned on by everything,
even if I had just shot a load 10 minutes ago.

"You're my brother!" I answered.

"I think you're turned on by me. I can see your dick poking outward in your
shorts."

"So? Your dick is hard."

"Yeah but it already was before you were even in here."

"Whatever. Can I go to bed now?"

"Wait. I need you to tell me something."

"What?" I asked impatiently.

Without warning, JJ slipped down his boxer briefs, and his hard prick
popped out. It was practically as long as mine already, but really
skinny. And he had just a few hairs (so few you could count them) in his
pubic area. Usually I wouldn't be interested in a dick this young, even if
it weren't my brother's, but right now I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"What do you think of my dick?"

"What about it?"

"Is it a good one?"

"I don't know how to answer that. It's a dick." I really wanted to grab it
and see what it felt like in my hand. Even if it was my brother. I was
really hard right now. JJ noticed.

"Dude, your dick is practically coming out of your shorts."

"I can't help it."

"So you are turned on by me..."

"Shut up, man." I should have just left his room. But I still couldn't stop
staring at him.

"Do you wanna touch it?"

"No!"

JJ reached over and took my hand in his and started to bring it toward his
crotch. I put up a little resistance but not much. He was moving closer,
and I was letting him. My heart was beating really, really fast now. JJ
wrapped my hand around his cock, and I think we both gasped at the same
time. His dick was so skinny that my hand wrapped around easily and then
some, but it was long enough that the head of his penis came out the top
above where my thumb was.

I was touching someone else's cock for the first time. It was my brother,
but in that moment I didn't care. I really liked how it felt in my hand. It
was warm, and I could feel the blood pumping through like it was its own
living, breathing thing.

JJ's hand was on mine, and he started moving it up and down, obviously
trying to get me to jerk him off. After about a minute, he removed his
hand, and I watched as my own hand kept pumping his dick. I wasn't
consciously telling my hand to do it; it was just happening on its own
now. It was like I was watching someone else jerk off my brother, but I was
aware of how it felt, and I loved it.

My brother was now lying back completely with his arms at his sides and his
eyes closed. He was emitting soft moans that just turned me on even more. I
switched hands so now my left hand was stroking JJ's cock, and my right
hand absentmindedly started to caress his smooth chest. His moaning was
encouraging me, and suddenly I was desperate to see my brother cum. I
pumped his dick faster and faster.

"Casey...I'm...gonna...cum! Oohhh fuck dude! This feels...so good!
Ughhhnnnn!!! Fuuuuuck!!!!!" JJ's legs lifted off the bed slightly and were
pointed out completely straight as his entire body tensed up. One big
watery shot of cum exploded up toward the ceiling and then landed back on
my hand, which was still pumping his cock. Then a few more small spurts
dribbled out. His dick remained hard, and I kept pumping until he couldn't
take it any more.

"Ow, ow, stop, you have to let go now!" I pumped a couple more times, maybe
as some kind of message that I was the older brother in charge, even though
all evidence showed otherwise over the past 20 minutes. Finally, I let go,
and I wiped the cum from my hand on his chest.

"Dude, that was amazing. You gave me a hand job!" He looked up at me with a
huge grin on his face.

I looked back and smiled. He actually looked really cute, and his face and
hair were all sweaty. But I didn't know what to say. I just got up from his
bed, and left the room.

My mom was standing in her doorway. "Everything OK? It sounded like JJ was
yelling about something? Why aren't you boys asleep?"

"He was having a nightmare, and I heard him from my room, so I went in to
check on him."

"That's so sweet of you, Casey. Taking care of your little brother like
that."

"He's not so little anymore, Mom. But yeah, I took care of him. Good
night."

"Night, sweetie."

As soon as I got back to my room, I stripped off my shorts, and flopped on
my bed. I was so horny now and needed to cum one more time before bed. I
lay there pumping my shaft, with images of my brother going through my
mind. Then I started thinking about what happened with Mr. Pan in class
that morning when I asked him to clean my shorts, and what happened in the
bathroom at school with Mr. Davis catching me. I wondered why he didn't get
me in trouble. Maybe he was just being nice. He knew what it was like to be
a teenager. I know he had to have seen what was playing on my phone. It was
so embarrassing. He knew I was watching gay porn!

While my mind wandered, my dick had softened even though I was still
playing with it. I should have probably just gone to sleep, but something
made me still want to jerk off again. I grabbed my phone and brought up the
video of swimkid_16 from last night. I watched it on a loop, and after a
while I felt myself getting close. After one final time of watching
swimkid_16 shoot his jizz and call out my name, I released my own load. It
wasn't much this time, but it felt just a good as it always did. When my
head stopped spinning from my orgasm, a thought popped into my head that
the voice calling out my name in swimkid_16's video sounded familiar. Was
it that I had watched the video so many times? Or did I actually know this
person? That was my last conscious thought before drifting off to sleep.

*****

The next day turned out to be another crazy day. Actually, it made the day
before seem like nothing. We had to get up earlier than normal for school
(Mom had a meeting to get to) and that combined with how late I had stayed
up meant I was super-tired, of course. When I was getting dressed I saw
there was an email from Mr. Pan. That was weird. Did this have to do with
yesterday? I started to panic. I opened the email. He requested to see me
after school to help me with the pottery wheel. Hmm. I wondered if that was
really the reason or if it was something else. He had literally molested me
yesterday (even if I had basically invited him to do so), so maybe he
enjoyed it and wanted more. I wrote back that I would be there.

When I walked into homeroom and realized that I was the first one there, I
thought about turning around and leaving again, but that would have been
weird, so I stayed. I was still worried about yesterday in the
bathroom. Was Mr. Davis going to want to talk about it?

Fortunately, he didn't bring it up. And we had a nice, normal
conversation. OK, maybe it wasn't totally normal. He complimented me on my
body when I was telling him how my brother was more athletic than I was. It
was weird having a teacher talk about my body like that. But I really liked
that he did. Maybe he had the hots for me just like I did for him. Yeah,
right. In any case, I enjoyed talking to him.

The crazy part of the day didn't happen until after last period. After
packing up at my locker at the end of the day, I hurried off to the art
wing to meet Mr. Pan. The fact that he had the lights off, he closed the
door behind me, and he led me to a pottery wheel out of the view of anyone
who might have looked in the door, led me to believe that perhaps he did
want to have me alone for naughty reasons. Even though I did like older
guys, I hadn't really considered Mr. Pan to be someone that I liked like
that, but when he was cleaning my shorts yesterday and touching my dick,
that I definitely liked.

Or maybe he was oblivious to what had happened yesterday and he had truly
invited me here to get extra art help. But now I had to know. I decided to
help escalate things. When I asked for a smock, I knew there weren't any,
because he had told us that earlier in the year. I made up a story about
not wanting my shirt dirty, and next thing you know, I was sitting there at
the pottery wheel shirtless. No shirt on in a classroom with my teacher!

Mr. Pan then told me he needed to fix my posture, and he put his hands
directly on my shirtless body. His hands felt so good, and I didn't want
him to stop. I kept slouching again to give him a perfect excuse. I could
hardly concentrate on the wheel. All I could think of was wanting Mr. Pan
to touch my dick again. As if he read my mind, his hand eventually crept
lower on my chest until his pinky finger was practically underneath the
waist of my shorts. Oh my god. This was torturing me. I wanted him to keep
going. I wanted him to put his hand in my shorts and grab a hold of my hard
teen cock. Maybe he needed an invitation. I stopped spinning the wheel and
leaned back into him. It worked. His hand started to creep into my
shorts. I felt his fingers on my pubic hair. Holy shit, I was gonna cum
before he even touched my dick. This was so hot. Then, his hand suddenly
flew out of my shorts. WTF!? No!

Mr. Pan jumped up from his seat, and I caught myself from falling
backwards. I looked behind me, and there was Mr. Davis! Somehow he was in
the room, and we hadn't even heard him. Had he seen what was happening? Was
Mr. Pan gonna go to jail? Was everyone gonna know about this?

Mr. Davis calmly told me to leave the room, and I gathered my stuff and did
so.

A few minutes later, he came running up to me in the hallway. He wanted to
talk, and we ended up going to my brother's baseball practice and sitting
on the bleachers to chat. We were the only ones there. It was a really
weird conversation, and by the end I realized I didn't have anything to
worry about. We talked about a lot. Mr. Davis said he wasn't going to say
anything about Mr. Pan and that he was cool with what happened in the
bathroom with my phone and the video I was watching. He also told me he was
gay!!! But the weirdest part was when he wanted to talk about what guys I
liked and he was naming kids in our grade. Maybe there was a chance he
truly would like me in a sexual way. I knew there were men who liked guys
my age. Maybe Mr. Davis was one of them. At the end, he gave me his phone
number in case I needed to talk to him ever.

So yeah, a crazy day.

On my way home, I couldn't resist and I texted Mr. Davis. I wanted him to
have my phone number, too.

Me: "Thx again Mr. Davis for talking to me today."
Mr. Davis: "No prob, Casey. Any time buddy."


*End of Chapter 5*


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