Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 10:57:42 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: The Education of Edwin Goodknell

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The Education Edwin Goodknell
Part 1

by Mr.Bunns


"You have got to be shitting me!"

Seventeen year old Doug Harrison's voice echoed in his dormitory room as he
scrunched up his brows and narrowed his honey brown eyes. The tall and
athletic teen had his arms balled up into fists as he placed them on his
hips, and his nostrils flared up as if he had just smelled a fart. Yet the
object of his incredulity was not a passing methane discharge of his new
roommate who was standing right in front of him but rather the roommate in
question himself.

As a country kid growing up in a farm in rural Wyoming, he knew there would
be crazy things he would be seeing in the big city. He knew that college
life in the city would be far different than the quiet country life that he
lived through for the past seventeen years or so, and even more so in a
place that has more people in one dorm than everybody back in his home town
combined. He knew all that, and he thought he was prepared for everything.

Doug Harrison as never felt so naive in his entire life. He was most
certainly not prepared to see that the roommate he was expecting to come in
today turned out to be a ten-year-old kid! Even worse was that this kid
sounded nothing like any ten-year-olds he knew in the past, himself
included, as the boy stared back at him calmly and pushed up his oval
frameless glasses up his nose before saying, "If by your crass jargon you
suppose that I am leading you on then I can assure you that no, I am in
fact not."

"Whuh?" Doug said, dumbstruck.

"I am not," the boy paused, looking as though he was thinking of a way to
dumb down his language, before continuing, "'Shitting' you."

"This is a prank, right?" the brown-haired teen looked at the kid from head
to toe, "You're my roommate's kid brother or something, right? He put you
up to this to mess with me and have a laugh on my expense, am I right?"

The boy, in turn, gave an exasperated sigh as he said, "What would it take
to make you finally believe that this is not a prank and that I am, indeed,
sharing this room with you from this day forth?"

"Well, uh," Doug scratched the back of his head before an idea came to him,
"ID card! Show me your ID card! If you really are a student of this
university then they would've given you an ID card when they assigned you
to this dorm. Now show it to me!" He couldn't help but feel a certain smug
satisfaction in knowing that he wouldn't be allowing his new roommate to
get a leg up on him so easily. He was already expecting to see the kid
become flustered and finally give up the ruse, and his new roommate popping
out from behind the door with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

To his horror the boy instead rolled his eyes, dropped his briefcase, and
reached into his pants pocket sighing, "Ingenious indeed, Holmes!" before
pulling out a small plastic object and putting it up in front of him while
adding, "There. Would this be satisfactory enough?"

Doug blinked thrice in disbelief as he discerned the name and face that is
printed in thick black ink on the card. There it was, plain as day: Edwin
Goodknell, ten years old, sixty eight pounds, four feet and two
inches. Same dark blue eyes, upturned button nose, short wavy blonde hair
with bangs parted in the middle, and the same unsmiling, unamused
expression that he wore beneath his pair of clear designer glasses. The
only thing that is different was the clothes he was wearing, and Doug
couldn't imagine how much stuffier the kid would seem if he was wearing the
full suit and tie ensemble in his ID photo instead of the sleeveless vest,
bowtie, and shorts number he was wearing presently.

"So you weren't kidding, and this wasn't a prank," Doug said almost
breathlessly.

"Of course not. That is what I have been trying to tell you for the past
five minutes," Edwin huffed with indignance as he stuffed his ID card back
into his pocket.

"Are you some kind of a genius or something?" Doug said as he sat back down
onto his bed, still trying his best to take in everything.

"Actually, I'm part of a government experiment to enhance young minds to
prepare the next generation of space explorers for searching viable new
home planets for our species," Edwin replied with the same flat tone as he
started unpacking his belongings and placing various stacks of clothes on
the remaining available bed.

"Seriously?!" Doug said in excitement.

The boy's cool expression did not change as he turned to the teen and said,
"And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you."

He might not be a genius but he knew when he was being made fun of as
Doug's smile turned into a frown. Edwin might be speaking in a manner that
is far more eloquent than his younger cousins back home, but there was no
hiding his age as Doug recognized that same cheeky disposition that all
young boys seem to inherently possess and liberally use to annoy their
elders. He made a mental note to steer clear of the snarky little prodigy
else he would end up as the butt of yet another dry joke of his and just
leave the nigh-expressionless brat to his own devices.

That was much easier said than done, however, since they both attended all
of the same introductory classes reserved for Freshmen who had just
enrolled for the year. This, along with Edwin's age, somehow made Doug the
unofficial chapperone of the boy genius as he kept on finding himself in
classroom after classroom sitting next to the smug little brat day in and
day out. To make matters worse, Edwin's little gentleman schtick seemed to
be a major hit with every single one of their classmates and everywhere he
goes there will be a gang of squealing groupies fawning all over him much
to Doug's annoyance.

Of course Doug disliked the little brat for hogging all of the attention,
but it's not like sharing a room with a genius doesn't come with its own
perks. The boy proved his brain was the real deal as he could easily carry
a discussion and even highlighted a thing or two that the older teen
would've missed from the day's lectures. He even managed to convince Edwin
to tutor him on things he was still lost upon learning in class, and yet
again he had to endure the snark long enough for his assignments to be
completed. The smug way Edwin carried himself never failed to rub Doug the
wrong way and the only reason why he hasn't decked the little runt in the
face just yet is because he really didn't feel like explaining why he was
beating up a small child half his size to the campus police.

So a kind of non-intrusive routine developed between the two roommates in
the first few weeks of their co-habitation. They would go their separate
ways during breakfast, come back to the room to pick up their things, go
together to class without speaking to one another, finish their assignments
in the afternoon, and split up again in the evening with Doug leaving off
to hang out with his newfound friends and Edwin taking the rest of the
evening reading in their dorm room. The system works and the routine sets
in, leading Doug to believe that this was going to be his life for the next
four years or so.

That all changed one morning in week three of his college life when he
returned to his dorm room after breakfast to realize that Edwin was still
locked in their shared bathroom from the moment he left him earlier on. The
boy genius usually kept a strict morning regiment and judging from what he
had seen in the past couple of weeks it is highly unusual for him to break
off ranks in this way. Half of him wanted to ignore it but the other half
says it might be best to see what he was up to as Doug walked up to the
bathroom door and knocked while saying, "Hey Mister Ed? You alright in
there?"

He purposely used the nickname that Edwin disapproved of the most to get a
surefire reaction out of him. It was a small victory that Doug relished
whenever he saw the little runt pout and huffed, fully aware of the
nickname referring to how much he looked like the infamous TV horse
whenever he scowled to concentrate on his reading, before demanding for the
other not to call him that. The fact that he got silence instead of the
usual defiance somehow made Doug worry and he decided to knock once more
and adding, "Edwin? You OK?"

"I'm fine! D-Don't come in!" came the shaky reply.

Warning flags were raised in Doug's head as he said, "You sure? You got a
tummy ache or something?"

"No! I, I mean yes! Uh!" the soprano voice said once more with even shakier
tone.

Doug's heart was pounding now. What could this kid have possibly gone up to
in the space of twenty minutes that he had left him on his own? He knew
from firsthand experience that ten-year-old boys are prone to some of the
dumbest decisions in their young lives, but surely a genius is immune to
that, right? Right?

"OK, now you're scaring me. Can you just open the door, please?"

A long silence was his reply and he was starting to consider forcing the
door open himself when he heard the click of the bathroom door's
lock. "Come in," came the voice from the other side before hurriedly
adding, "But, but don't laugh, alright?"

Hearing those words somehow alleviated his worries as Doug said, "Sure."
The whole 'don't laugh part' somehow reassured him that whatever emergency
the smart aleck poindexter was in was not something life-threatening at the
very least. The teen put his game face on, seized the door handle and
turned the knob as he announced, "I'm coming in."

The dormitory bathroom was smaller by contrast to the dorm room in that
only one person could be comfortably doing their business in there at any
given moment, what with the neatly compacted space being enough for only a
shower, a wash basin, and a toilet. Doug wasn't sure if it was by design,
but it was reassuring that he didn't have to reach his hand out too far to
make sure the door was locked while he was sitting on the porcelain throne
doing his business. That is also precisely where he found Edwin: sitting on
the toilet with only his upper half of clothings and his arms and legs
covering his modesty while looking up to him with that big blue eyes of
his.

Was it a tummy ache after all?, Doug wondered, as he gave his best
reassuring smile and said, "What's up, roomie?"

Edwin's cerulean blue eyes darted back and forth between his covered up
crotch and a non-descript spot on the bathroom rug. He looked very much the
part of the cat who ate the canary and it took him a good long while before
he finally spoke up in a hushed tone. "I, um, I, I have a problem," the boy
peeped, still not daring to look Doug in the eyes.

"Yeah? What is it?"

Another silence as he stole glances up at Doug before saying, "Promise not
to laugh?"

"I thought I just did," the teen said.

There was another long silence before Edwin finally said, "Okay."

The boy closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and relaxed his posture,
opening up his thighs and raising the hem of his baby blue dress shirt with
both hands. Therein lies the source of Edwin's problem: an erect throbbing
sausage three-and-half inches long and about as wide as a Slim Jim with a
bulbous red knob at the tip. The thin veins were barely visible underneath
the very pale skin and there was no other words that Doug could have used
to other than 'cute.'

"Oh," was the teenage boy's short response before his lips curled up into a
tiny smile upon realizing the nature of Edwin's problem, something that was
not lost on the boy genius as he looked up to him with an accusing gaze.

"You promised you won't laugh," he reminded his older roommate.

"Oh, uh, r-right, sorry," Doug scratched the back of his head while looking
rather sheepish before clearing his throat, "So, um, why, why is this a
problem?"

"I've been trying to get it to calm down for some time but it just won't go
away," Edwin replied looking very embarassed.

"What do you mean?" Doug said.

"Usually when it gets like this I just sit here for a bit, and it'll go
away once I stopped thinking about-" Doug noticed Edwin visibly caught
himself from saying the next word before quickly amending, "Once I think
about something else."

"Okay, so, have you tried, like, you know, rubbing one out?"

"How do you mean?" Edwin cocked his head to one side like a curious little
pup.

"You know," Doug hesitated, "Play with yourself. Pounding your pud. Choking
your chicken."

It took a second for Edwin's eyes to light up before saying, "Oh, you mean
masturbate?"

"Kinda weird when you say it all formal and textbook-like to your roomie
like that but yeah, masturbate," Doug gave a slight grin. He was hoping
that a little levity would do the trick, but was a bit surprised to see
Edwin's expression fell a little when he gave his answer.

"Mother doesn't like it if I do that," the little genius sighed sadly.

"Huh?" was the only reply Doug could offer.

"She said it's a dirty habit for dirty little boys," Edwin said with a sad
tone, "It distracts from things that I should be doing, which is keeping up
with my studies and getting a good education. She said I should put
everything else that is not related to my studies out of my mind, and that
includes masturbating as well."

What kind of a sick twisted bitch is this mother of his!?, Edwin yelled in
his mind yet still retained his composure as he answered calmly, "Well,
looks to me that not masturbating is getting IN the way of your education
right now, since we only got, like, twenty minutes left before Econ 101."

"I know that!" Edwin whined, "But I can't go against mother's wishes!
That's not what a good boy should do!"

"Dude, you really-"

"Wait! I got it!" a flash of inspiration streaked across Edwin's cute round
face as he looked up to Doug and said, "What if, uh, what if y-you help me
with my problem?"

"What?" came Doug's curt reply.

"I-I mean, mother said that I am not allowed to, um, to touch myself,"
Edwin went on, "But she never said anything about someone else helping me
out! What if, what if you help me to, uh, rub one out so that it will
finally calm down?"

In his head Doug was playing that "Aww HELL NAW" reaction video that was so
popular in social media these days but he instead opted for a simple and
indignant, "Are you serious?!"

"Please!" the blonde little boy begged, "I can't go to class like this! You
have to help me! Please!"

"Boy, I ain't gotta-"

"Please?" Edwin's voice quivered as his big round eyes have gone into full
puppy dog mode and looked even bigger due to the tears of frustration
welling up in them. If there is one thing that Doug could never say no to,
that would be little boys with puppy dog eyes pleading to his better
nature. That is how his younger cousins have managed to get away from so
much tanning on their backsides in the past after all.

Ah fuck it!, he thought before kneeling in front of the boy and saying,
"Lean back."

It was a strange sight for Doug to see the usually stuck up and defiant
child now so meek and obedient as Edwin did what he was told and exposed
his bare midriffs to the teen. A pale skin, smooth prepubescent loins, and
a cute innie belly button were all there waiting for his touch. The blonde
boy had a very clear excitement in his puppy dog eyes despite of his
unsmiling expression, and Doug knew there was no turning back now as he
reached out to seize the throbbing flesh as gentle as he possibly could.

He could feel Edwin shudder to the touch, the nostrils of his cute button
nose flaring up as Doug rubbed the head between his thumb and his
forefinger. It felt so alive in his hand, throbbing and shuddering just as
much as its owner groaned and shuddered to his every touch. Neither one of
them dared to speak a single word, perhaps fearing they would ruin the
moment, before Edwin let out a single "Ah!" as Doug started caressing the
satin smooth skin of the younger boy's abdomen with his other hand.

"You really have never touch yourself before, huh?" the teen said with a
smile.

"I told you, mother won't allow it," Edwin said as his breathing became
deeper.

"Real cruel of her to have you this pent up," Doug replied, stroking the
short length of the shaft and feeling the sensitive glans throbbed each
time he picked up speed.

"You, you don't know anything about her," the blonde boy panted, squirming
about in his seat, definitely feeling real good as far as Doug can tell.

"Well I know she's making you miss out on this," the teen grinned as he
took a firm grip of the little boy's dickie to jerk the shaft up and down
while rolling his thumb over the bulbous pink knob, a favorite technique of
his when he was taking care of his own needs.

"Ah!" Edwin exclaimed again, all ten of his teeny tiny toes curling up as
he arched his back over the new sensation. Doug watched as the blonde
haired boy became more and more animated each time he introduced a new
masturbation technique to the boy's most sensitive glans. Judging from the
way Edwin was closing his eyes, throwing his head from side to side, and
licking his lips it was clear that his roommate greatly appreciated what
was being done to him.

"So tell me," Doug said as he fondled Edwin's taut little marbles with his
other hand, "What were you thinking about when you got hard today?"

"I, I don't know," Edwin said amidst bated breath.

"Maybe it's better if I said 'who'," Doug said as he roll the kiddie dickie
around in the palm of his hand, "Was it one of the girls from Econ 101?"

"Mnngh, n-no," the wavey-haired boy said with his eyes closed and his brows
scrunched up.

"How about the girls from Physics?" the teen pursued while teasing the
little boy's perineum with his index finger, "You always have a gaggle of
'em hanging over you wherever you go."

"I don't like them like that," Edwin whispered as he gritted his teeth and
clenched his hiked up shirt tight with his small fists.

"Oh, well, maybe you're into one of the guys then?" Doug grinned as he
hastened his pace, "It's cool, I don't judge."

"Mmmhh."

Edwin's non-committal response told Doug that he might be on to
something. While he did not grow up in the most open-minded community, he
also knew that sort of thing is common in both the city and behind every
barnyard in every farm of his hometown. The funniest thing he had ever
witnessed was when he caught his cousins behind their barn one summer when
he was seven, but he decided to forgo a walk down memory lane while in the
middle of stroking a little kid's tiny erect dick.

"So, who was it? Was it somebody I know?" Doug pursued as he intensified
his strokes on the blonde boy's little twig.

"Hnnnghh!" was his answer.

"Was it somebody on campus? One of the students?" the brown-haired teen
teased as he teased Edwin's cock even more vigorously.

"Mnnnhh hnnnh hnnyyyye!"

The look on the ten-year-old's face told Doug that he was feeling so good
right now that he would be spilling his secrets at about the same time he
would be spilling his sauce. All he needed was a couple more prodding and
he would be spilling everything, and perhaps even everywhere. His curiosity
won over him and he caressed the taut little nutsacks in tune with his
strokes as he pursued, "Was it someone in our classes?"

"Hnnhye yeh yeahhhh!"

"Someone I know?"

"Yyyes! Yyess! Yesssnnnhhh!"

"Someone from this dorm?"

"Hannhh ahhhh ahhhye yyyeahhhh!"

"Who was it?"

"Hnnnh hnnnghhh yehhh yewhhhh!"

"Who?"

"Yewwh yewwwhh yewwwwwwwwww!!"

The shock of hearing Edwin's slurred "you" was nothing compared to the
shock of witnessing firsthand how an underage boy came from an intense
handjob. As such, Doug had no time to react when the bulbous knob of the
little blonde boy's cocklet twitched violently in his grip to spew a modest
load of clear sticky fluid onto his hand. The satin snake erupted with a
vengeance with its owner arching his back and howling to high heavens,
cramping up for but a moment before slamming his butt down onto the hard
plastic toilet seat.

They were completely silent as Doug opened his palm to see the sticky mess
that was covering his hand and listening to the young boy's gasps and
pants. I did this, he thought, I just made a ten year old boy jizzed into
my hand. What's more was that this boy just admitted to thinking about me
into getting that erection in the first place!

The wild revelation left Doug so awestruck that he did not notice that the
panting and gasping boy sitting on the porcelain throne had recovered
enough of his strength to sit upright and looked down on him. He only
realized when their gaze met and noticed that Edwin was blushing even
brighter than a bushel of fresh apples, before the boy hurriedly jumped up
to his feet and inadvertedly shoved Doug to fall back on his rump. Anyone
else who did that to him would get called out on, but Doug was still left
speechless over the revelation as he looked on to see Edwin rush out of the
bathroom to put on the lower half of his outfit, collect his belongings,
and zip out the door in record time.

Doug couldn't get in a word edgewise anyway so he slumped back against the
wall while still staring at the sticky mess Edwin left on his hand. He was
still processing what Edwin just said, that he was the reason behind his
current erection problem. Then Doug realized to his horror that he was
feeling something familiar and looked down to his own crotch to confirm
what he had already feared.

He was sporting an erection. An erection for the little boy who sported an
erection for him.

-Part 1 End-


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