Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2018 17:07:41 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation - Chapter 7 (Gay - Adult Youth)

Schoolboy Cell Phone Violation
Chapter 7

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

I'm not sure how we got the sheet over us in time before Mom opened my
bedroom door. She didn't give us much warning with just a couple of knocks
and then "Casey! You better be up! Do you know where your brother..." And
that's exactly when she opened the door.

"Oh! He's in here. You boys slept together? That's so sweet."

"Um, yeah, we were just up late talking and then must have dozed off," I
said.

"Well, I don't like the being-up-late part, but I'm so happy you are
getting along for once. Now, get ready for school. We gotta leave in 20
minutes!"

"Mom, you can't just come in my room like that anymore."

"I know, sweetheart. I keep forgetting. I know you're a teenager now and
need your privacy. I'll do better. I promise."

Then JJ chimed in. "Mom, there's just some things you probably don't want
to see by accident, ya know?" Oh my god, I can't believe he just said that.

"I know, right," she said in a voice as if she were a teenager
herself. Then she finally left and closed the door.

"Are you hard?" JJ asked.

"Uh, I think I probably was before Mom came in, but that quickly made it go
away. Though now that you brought it up..." I stopped talking as soon as I
felt JJ's hand on my crotch and instantly stiffened to full-mast.

"There we go..."

"Dude, we gotta get ready for school."

"Fine, let's go shower."

"You mean together?"

"That's not what I was saying. But if that's what you want..."

"No, you just said...oh, never mind. Ya know what, who gives a shit. Let's
just do it together and save time."

"OK, cool!" JJ sounded really excited.

We slipped on our shorts for the short walk to the bathroom.

It was weird sharing the small space of the shower with someone. I started
with the shampoo and JJ with the soap. Then he asked if I would "do his
back." I rinsed the shampoo from my head and face, and took the soap from
JJ. I used the bar directly on his back, lathering up a good amount of suds
before putting it down and taking over with my hands. I had never felt
something so slippery and smooth, and I couldn't help moving my hands to
the sides of JJ's torso. I stepped closer and pressed my groin into his
backside. I slid my hands slightly around the front of his hips.

"Oh fuck, Case. Jerk me off!"

I looked over his shoulder and saw that he was fully hard. He was pumping
his dick with his hand. I kept my left hand on his hip and used my right
hand to grab a hold of his 12-year-old boy-pole.

"Quicker, quicker, we don't have time for this, and I need to cum right
now!"

I went from 0 to 60 in about one second, jerking his dick as fast as I
could. I was also rubbing my dick on his butt. JJ was having trouble
standing up on his own, and I had to help hold him up, while all of this
was going on.

Knock-knock. Then Mom's voice. "10 minutes!"

Thirty seconds later JJ called out that he was about to cum, and within
seconds he was squirting a load all over the shower. "Holy shit dude, that
felt so frickin' good."

We quickly finished showering. As much as I wanted to drain my teenaged
cock, there simply wasn't time. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made.

*****

I got to homeroom a minute late. Fortunately Mr. Davis didn't give me a
demerit. Not that I didn't want to talk to him, but I was feeling a little
awkward about things right now, so I was happy that he was talking to
another student when it was time to leave for first period, and I got away
without any need for conversation.

Last night when I was texting with Mr. Davis, I felt weird when he asked me
to talk about how I was jerking off. It didn't change anything about my
desire to be with him sexually, but I was hesitant to do anything that
would get either of us in trouble. My heart starting beating faster
whenever I thought about getting caught yesterday with Mr. Pan.

Art class was super-awkward. Mr. Pan avoided making eye contact with me,
and I did the same. We didn't say a word to each other the entire
period. The good news was that I was able to concentrate on my pottery, and
by the end of class I was actually pretty pleased with my progress. I did
see Mr. Pan sneaking some looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

I was feeling a little bad about how I had abruptly ended my conversation
with Mr. Davis last night, and so at recess I went to the bathroom to send
him a text.

Me: Hey Mr. D, just wanted to say sorry that I had to stop talking all of a
sudden last night. I was just really tired and needed to get to bed.

In science class, even though I was fighting a hard-on in my shorts, I was
able to force myself to focus on getting a lot done with my science fair
project. Unlike art class, Mr. Davis and I did talk. He came over to help
me with something, and it didn't feel awkward at all. At one point he was
able to whisper to me. "Got your text. Everything's cool, no worries at
all." Whew!

My mind started wandering during math class. I was trying to figure out how
I wanted to handle the Mr. Davis situation. On one hand, there was nothing
I wanted more than to do sexy stuff with him, and it seemed like he might
have an interest in me! But on the other hand, that was really scary
yesterday when Mr. Pan got caught with his hand going down my shorts, and
that kinda freaked me out. I didn't want to get caught again. What if
everyone in school found out or my parents or what if Mr. Davis got in big
trouble?

At lunch, as usual I was basically sitting by myself and drawing in my
sketchbook. I was technically at the same table as some other kids, but I
wasn't talking to them or anything. I was really surprised when Peter, who
was walking by, stopped to talk to me.

"Hey, whatcha drawing, Casey?"

"Oh, um, just messing around really."

He stepped closer and leaned down to get a better look at my sketchbook. I
was drawing a picture of a man sitting on a chair. It made me nervous
because I didn't like anyone seeing my work. "Dude! That's really good!"

"Thanks," I said softly.

"Can I see something else you've drawn?"

"I don't really like sharing my drawings."

"That's cool, I totally get that. By the way, you are welcome to sit with
us at lunch." He nodded his head in the direction of a table a few away
from mine. "I know the period's almost over today, but maybe on Monday
you'll join us."

I tried to hide my smile. "Thanks, Peter, maybe I will."

"Cool, man. See ya around."

Wow, I was not expecting that in a million years. It's not like the kids at
school were mean to me, but no one had invited me to do something in
forever. And I have to admit, Peter was kinda hot. Especially when I saw
him yesterday at baseball. His pants were so tight.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I stopped by the bathroom before
my next class. Mr. Davis had texted me.

Mr. Davis: Stop by my room at the end of the day if you can. I need to ask
you something.

My last two classes went by uneventfully. Peter was in one of them, and we
talked a little bit during the class. He was asking me more about my
drawings and we were talking about some of our other classes. He was being
so nice. Was I actually making a friend?

After last period, I went to Mr. Davis' classroom. He asked me to sit in a
desk, holding out his hand in the direction of one of the desks that could
not be seen from the door.

"So, Casey," he began. "As you know, next weekend is the science fair."
Today was Friday, and he was talking about a week from now.

"I'm actually not going on the trip to the science fair, Mr. Davis." It was
optional, and I hadn't signed up since my parents said I didn't have to if
I didn't want to. Either way we had to do a project for class, but I didn't
feel like being forced to hang out with other kids all weekend. I liked my
own privacy and time alone at home.

"I know you aren't signed up. That's why I asked to speak with you. I
actually only have 12 students signed up out of my 60 students. You are a
great student, and I think it would be a wonderful experience for you. And
I was thinking we'd have a chance to hang out or talk or whatever. Two
nights away from home and your family. Could be fun." He was standing near
the desk I was sitting in and put his hand on my shoulder. I felt a surge
of chills go through my body, and my dick twitched.

Hmm. Two nights in a hotel where Mr. Davis was? I hadn't even thought about
it like that until now.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course." His hand was still hanging on my shoulder, and he gave it a
squeeze. I loved the way his hand felt on my body. "I'll get you a new
permission slip to bring home this weekend." He walked over to his desk and
found the paper he was looking for.

"OK, thanks."

"Oh, I just remembered. If you do go, I'm gonna need to know your T-shirt
size as soon as possible. What size is your shirt?"

"Um, I dunno actually."

"Let me take look at the one you're wearing now." He walked behind me and
put both hands on my shirt collar, pulling it away from my neck. I could
tell that he was bending down to get a close look, because I felt his
breath on the back of my neck. His fingers were touching my bare skin as he
searched for the shirt size. "Hmm, I don't see the size written
there. Maybe it's under here." He lifted up the side of my shirt from the
bottom to see if there was a tag underneath.

Some of my chest was exposed, and when his fingers made contact with my
skin, I audibly gasped. "Nope, maybe on the other side." He repeated the
same process on the other side. "Still nothing. The tag must have been torn
out. I'll just put you down for a medium." I wished that he would touch me
lower like Mr. Pan had done.

"Do you need to check the size of my shorts, too?" I joked.

"Whoa, tiger. Nope, I don't need to check that."

Shit. Why did I just say that? I'm such an idiot.

"At least not right now. Maybe later." Mr. Davis patted my leg a couple of
times.

Oh, that's why I said it. I believe it's called flirting. Even though I had
a really weird feeling in my stomach, I liked it.

My phone buzzed, and it was JJ asking where I was. He didn't have baseball
practice on Fridays, and it was time for us to catch our ride home.

"Gotta go, Mr. Davis. Have a good weekend." I offered out my hand for a
handshake.

As Mr. Davis shook my hand, he put his left hand on my right arm and
squeezed my bicep. "You too. See ya buddy."

*****

An hour later I was lying on my bed when a message came in on Kik.

swimkid_16: Check out this video, dude!  swimkid_16: [VIDEO]

caseyboi13: Will do, thx man

I downloaded the video and then clicked on it. It was the view inside of a
moving car. The perspective was from the dashboard or front windshield with
a perfect view of both the driver and passenger. The passenger was a boy in
a soccer uniform who looked to be about my age. The driver was a man in his
30s or 40s, and he was also dressed in some athletic clothing, probably
meant to be a coach.

"Billy, you did great in practice today. You've gotten so much bigger since
last year, and your legs are getting really strong." The coach put his hand
on the boy's left leg and rubbed it up and down a few times, sliding up the
fabric of his soccer shorts a little bit.

"Uh, thanks coach," replied Billy's adolescent voice. "I've been trying
really hard."

The coach's hand remained on Billy's leg. "It's certainly paying off." He
ran his hand up even higher than before, exposing the untanned creamy upper
thigh of the boy.

Billy reached to adjust himself. It looked like he couldn't do what he
wanted because of a jock strap, so he actually reached his hand into his
shorts to make the adjustment.

"Your little friend a little excited?"

"Uh...I..."

"It's OK, it happens to all of us, Billy. Mine is hard right now. You wanna
feel?"

"Um, really?"

"Yeah, sure, why not? We're just guys hanging out."

Billy started to hesitantly reach his arm toward the driver side.

The coach took Billy's hand and placed it directly on his crotch. "Feel
that, Billy? That's a man's cock."

"Wow, coach. It feels so big."

The coach then took Billy's hand again and guided it underneath the
waistband and into his athletic pants. "Grab it, Billy." The coach twitched
and leaned his head back (still keeping an eye on the road) while letting
out a loud moan. "Oh fuck, Billy, that feels so good. Jerk me off, kid."

"Coach, I don't think I should be doing this."

"No one will know. Just do it." The coach then wriggled his pants and
underwear down a foot or so, freeing his cock. It was huge. Like 9 or 10
inches huge. The kid took long strokes up and down the entire length, and
the coach moaned encouragement.

The scene was getting really hot, and I was stroking my dick while I
eagerly awaited whatever was going to happen next.

"Let me see yours, Billy."

"Are you sure that..."

"It's OK, Billy. I showed you mine, now it's your turn. That's all."

Billy slid down his soccer shorts. He was wearing a jock strap, and looked
really cute. I couldn't see any evidence of his dick.

"You're very sexy, Billy. Take off the rest."

Billy obeyed. His teenaged cock sprung out, and the tip was shimmering with
precum. It looked to be about 6 inches, which was quite large on his
slender frame.

"Nice one, kid." The coach reached over and grabbed a hold of it. "Keep
jacking me off, Billy, and I'll do you too."

I wasn't sure how the coach was still able to drive while getting his dick
wanked and while jerking off the boy all at the same time.

"Coach, you're gonna make me cum."

"Is that a problem? Do you want me to stop?" The coach was twisting Billy's
dick and rubbing the tip.

"No, don't stop, I want to cum."

The car slowed to a stop, and the coach reached down to swallow Billy's
dick all in one gulp.

"Oh my god, ooooh, that feels so good."

The coach bobbed up and down on the boy, while stroking the base with his
hand.

There was a honking sound. "Coach, the light turned green."

The coach sat up and started driving again.

"Billy, put your legs up on the dashboard."

The young teen again did as he was told. The coach started playing with
Billy's balls and then wet his finger before rubbing it around the boy's
most treasured spot. The video gave a perfect view.

"Coach, what are you doing?"

"Just relax, Billy. It's gonna feel good, I promise."

Without warning, the coach slipped his index finger all the way into
Billy's virgin hole. "Ow!! Coach, that hurts, take it out!"

"Just give it a minute, kid."

Billy tried to pull his coach's hand away, but the coach kept it right
where it was.

"Jerk yourself off, Billy. It'll feel real good soon."

Each time the coach pulled his finger out and stuck it back in to Billy's
hole, Billy let out a little yelp. After a couple of minutes though, his
sounds of pain and discomfort changed over to more pleasurable moans.

"Coach, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Not yet, Billy. First you're gonna suck my cock."

"I don't know, coach. I don't think I want to."

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No."

"Then you have to try. You're a good boy, right?"

"I guess so. But while we're driving?"

"It'll be fine." The coach grabbed Billy's head and pulled it toward his
crotch. Billy opened his mouth and put it around the head of the coach's
large cock. "There you go, kid. Your mouth feels great." The coach then
pressed Billy's head down further. Several inches of his cock disappeared
into the young teen's wide open mouth. Each time Billy would pull off a
little bit, the coach would push him back down, until finally Billy started
getting into it himself and found a rhythm. It looked like he was getting a
good 4 or 5 inches of the coach's monster cock in his mouth. It must have
been going down the back of his throat a little bit.

I was loving this video. I couldn't believe I was actually watching a video
of a man and a boy doing this stuff. Precum was leaking like crazy from my
dick, and it was making a wet squishy sound as I jerked off. I doubted it
would happen, but I was really hoping that the coach in the video would
fuck the boy.

As if reading my mind, right then the coach said "Billy, take off your
seatbelt and climb onto my lap."

The boy sat up. "Huh? Why? You're driving. That's crazy."

"Fine. I'll pull over." A few seconds later, the car made a turn and then
came to a stop. "OK, let's go Billy."

"What are we doing?"

"I just thought it would be fun for you to sit on my lap. It will feel
good."

"You're not gonna...you know?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"You're so big. I could never do that."

"OK, then we can just rub against each other. It'll feel good."

Billy unbuckled his belt. The coach moved the driver's seat back a little
bit to create some more room. Billy climbed on top of the coach so that
they were face-to-face. I couldn't see Billy's dick anymore because of the
angle of the video, but I could see the coach's huge cock resting behind
Billy's butt checks and pointing up his back. The coach took Billy's shirt
off and tossed it aside. Then he took off his own shirt as well. The coach
started sucking on Billy's neck. He spoke softly into Billy's ear. "Bounce
up and down, kid."

With the coach's hands on his slender hips, Billy started bouncing on the
coach's lap.

"You're really hot, Billy. Your body turns me on so much." The coach then
stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them before reaching under Billy's
ass and feeling around for his tight hole. When he pressed them in, Billy
yelled out, but the coach shut him up by sticking his tongue in Billy's
mouth. As he frenched the boy, he continued to stretch his hole with two
fingers. The boy was squirming around, but the coach held him in place.

The coach then reached around Billy's back to grab his big cock. He started
to line it up with Billy's hole.

Oh my god, it was gonna happen. I couldn't wait. I was gonna cum any second
now.

Billy sensed what was about to happen and tried to stop it. "Coach, I don't
want to do this. It's gonna hurt way too much. Please..."

"Shhh, Billy. It'll be OK. I know you want this." He let go of his cock and
picked up Billy's body with both hands. Then he started to lower it down
onto his cock. The tip was pressing against Billy's hole while the coach
continued to hold up Billy's weight. Then he partially let go of the teen,
which caused the huge cock to start to penetrate the hole. About an inch
went in, and Billy cried out in pain.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot my load all
over myself. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. As I lay there in
my dazed state, I was only half-watching the rest of the video as the coach
put more of his cock in the boy and fucked him hard. I'd have to watch this
part later tonight again.

I must have dozed off, and then woke when I felt my phone vibrate.

swimkid_16: How'd u like it?

caseyboy13: Holy shit, that was awesome. How'd u get that? Do u have more
like that?

swimkid_16: LOL, I have my ways. Yeah, maybe ;) swimkid_16: So, what's up?

caseyboy13: Not much. Well my science teacher asked me to go to the science
fair next weekend, which is a few hours away. We stay overnight at a hotel
for two nights. I wasn't gonna do it, but now I'm thinking I should. He was
kinda flirting with me telling me I should go.

swimkid_16: Dude u totally should go! No reason not to really. If you want
something to happen and it does then great. If you decide u don't want to
do anything then u don't have to

caseyboy13: Yeah, ur probably right. How r u doing?

swimkid_16: Good thx, happy it's the weekend

caseyboy13: For sure

There was a knock on my door. "Casey, come on downstairs, please." It was
my mom.

"I'll be down in a minute," I called back.

caseyboy13: Gotta go, ttyl

swimkid_16: K later

I threw on some clothes and deodorant.

When I got downstairs and saw the look on my mom's face, I knew immediately
that I was in trouble for something. My heart started beating wildly as my
mind went through various worst-case scenarios of what it could be
about. Mr. Pan? Me and JJ? Something with Mr. Davis? My Kik conversations?
The Skyping? Porn in general? Did someone find my nude drawings? I was in
full-panic mode now.

"Casey," my mom started. "Do you know why I want to talk to you?"

"No idea, Mom." I tried to sound as casual as possible.

"Well, I was just checking your grades online..."

Oh my god. I had never been so happy in my life to be in trouble for my
grades.

"Your history grade is a C- right now. That's not acceptable, Casey. You
know that your dad and I aren't concerned with exactly what grades you
get. But you need to try your hardest. And clearly a C- is not your
best. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"You're right, Mom. The class is really boring, but that's not an excuse. I
will get the grade up, I promise."

"That's good to hear, Casey. But in order to help make sure that happens,
we will be taking your phone and computer for the next week."

"What!? Is that really necessary?"

"There's no use arguing. You can use your computer for school work here in
the kitchen."

"Fine. Can I go now?"

"Go get your computer and phone and bring them to me."

I went back upstairs. I was definitely relieved that this was just about my
history grade, but still pissed that I wasn't gonna have my phone or
computer for a whole week. How was I gonna live that way? I guess I could
just get a lot of drawing in. I sent a Kik message to swimkid_16 to let him
know about losing my phone and computer, and then turned off my phone.

Back downstairs I told my mom that I had decided to go to the science fair
the following weekend. I was half-hoping that by telling her this, she
would change her mind about my phone/computer, but it didn't. She was happy
that I was doing the science fair, and she signed the form.

*****

Dinner was about an hour later. When JJ found out that I had my stuff
confiscated, he said something to make fun of me, which really pissed me
off. I said something mean back to him about thinking he was so cool
because of baseball. Then he came back at me about having no friends.

My mom cut us off. "OK, that's enough boys. I guess your newfound
friendship wasn't meant to last that long." Then she said something about
how we had slept in the same bed last night.

My dad hadn't been aware of that until she said that. "What are you talking
about? You guys slept together? What the hell does that mean?"

JJ jumped in. "We were just up talking, and fell asleep in Casey's
room. That's all."

*****

The next week went by uneventfully. Since I didn't have my phone or
computer, I did do a lot of drawing, which was good. I also worked on my
science fair project, and of course actually did some studying for
history. There was no way I wanted to risk losing my phone or computer
again. I didn't jerk off as much without access to porn, but I still
managed at least one load per day. After all, I am 13.

Nothing happened with JJ and me over the next week. Maybe because of the
fight we got into. Maybe because of our dad's reaction to hearing about us
"sleeping together." Maybe because I didn't have my phone to text between
bedrooms. Not sure exactly.

At school, Mr. Pan and I continued to avoid each other. I told Mr. Davis
about my phone. He told me he already knew, which confused me until he
explained that since I was his advisor, my mom had emailed him with her
concern about my history grade and mentioned that she had taken away my
devices.

Every time Mr. Davis would squeeze my shoulder or pat me on the head, I
would get excited. What would I do if we were alone at some point on the
science fair trip? I really didn't know.

I started sitting with Peter and some of his other friends at
lunch. Everyone was being really nice to me. Peter was also going to the
science fair, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I'd have my phone
back, I'd get to hang out with Peter, and who knows what was going to
happen with Mr. Davis. Peter already had a roommate. Actually everyone
already had a roommate except me, so I would be in a room by myself. But
Peter said that after lights out I could sneak into their room to hang out.

Finally, Friday arrived. My mom gave me back my phone that morning before
school, because we'd be leaving for the science fair directly from school
that afternoon. Mr. Davis drove us to the science fair in a large van that
fit everyone. It was about a two-hour ride. The ride was actually a lot
fun, joking around with everyone and Mr. Davis had the music on the radio
really loud. And we stopped at McDonald's for some food.

When we arrived at the hotel, we left our projects in the van, but brought
in our other stuff. We waited in the lounge area while Mr. Davis checked us
in. He came over with a handful of room keys and started handing them
out. The other 12 boys went off in pairs after Mr. Davis gave them their
keys. It was just Mr Davis and me left.

"So, Casey, it seems there was a mix-up with the rooms. I called to add
another room on Monday, but it seems that it didn't get entered into the
computer. And now there are no more rooms available. I'm not really sure
what to do. Technically, a teacher is not allowed to share a room with a
student, but if you don't say anything to anyone, I don't really see a
problem. Or you could try and squeeze in with one of the other pairs of
boys."

Here it was. My first big decision about how this weekend was going to play
out. I looked at Mr. Davis. He was looking back at me with a kind look on
his face, waiting for my answer. He looked so sexy standing there, and I
was getting horny thinking about being in a hotel room with him. How could
I turn down this opportunity?

"I don't mind sharing a room with you, Mr. Davis. And I won't tell anyone."
I felt like 100 butterflies in my stomach.

Mr. Davis gave me a big smile. "Sounds good, Casey." As we walked toward
the elevator, I noticed him adjust himself.


*End of Chapter 7*


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