Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2021 12:36:26 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: The Education of Edwin Goodknell Part 2

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The Education Edwin Goodknell (t/b, masturbation)
Part 2

by Mr.Bunns

"You got into a fight with Mister Ed?"

The voice of his classmate sitting next to him pulled Doug out of his
reverie. 8 AM in the morning is already an ungodly time to learn about Adam
Smith, though his thoughts were already plenty occupied long before supply
and demand came into play. With so much buzzing around in his head, the
only thing he could reply with was a dumbfounded, "Whuh?"

"Mister Ed," the brown-haired classmate beside him repeated while pointing
to the other end of the row, "Did you have a fight with him?"

Doug followed his pointer finger and saw Edwin typing away on his
laptop. He seemed to be deeply engrossed with his lessons and occassionaly
looked up to pay attention to the lecturer. The only thing that was out of
the ordinary was when the boy genius seemed to quickly look away when he
realized that Doug's eyes were upon him, pretending and failing to look as
though he was paying him no mind.

"I dunno," Doug said as he tapped his pencil on the desk.

"Hah, I know the feeling man," the brown-haired young man with the crew-cut
gave a soft chuckle, "I have a little brother of my own, and sometimes I
can't tell if we're actually fighting or just messing with each
other. Guess all lil' kids are the same, genius or no."

"Hey Shaun?" Doug replied with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up."

"Sir yes sir," the brown-haired teen chuckled again.

Despite of his promise to stay out of his business, Shaun's words lingered
over Doug like a cloud as he went about his day. He couldn't help but
wonder of the revelation Edwin had dropped on him just this morning, that
he was the cause of his immature sexual arousal and that he ended up having
to take responsibility for it. Worse of all, he couldn't help but wonder
why the hell was he equally excited of having made the very same horny
little boy ejaculate all over his hand and, to his horror, wishing that he
could see that look of blissful orgasm on his cute, innocent face once
again.

He wanted to have a proper discussion about it with Edwin but couldn't
since poindexter seemed to be avoiding him all day long. The blonde boy sat
far away from him during their shared classes, dashed in and out of the
cafetaria during lunch time, and even moved his nightly reading sessions to
the library, something that Doug only happened to find out when he was
walking past that evening with Shaun and his other friends. He didn't even
have a chance to talk to him about it at night, since by the time he came
back to the dorm Edwin was already fast asleep.

This strange routine continued for two days straight and Doug had
considered to forcefully confront his roommate about it when the
opportunity all of a sudden presented itself on the third night. He was
dressing up to go meet his friends at their usual spot when Edwin came back
to their dorm room unexpectedly. "Oh!" was the only thing that came out of
their mouths with Edwin visibly flinching.

They stood staring at each other before Doug decided to carpe diem the hell
out of this opportunity and started, "Hey, um, Ed-"

"Here," the boy interrupted while pulling out a white envelope from his
pocket and handing it to Doug, "This is for you."

"A moving notice?" Doug read it aloud after unfolding its content.

"I've already applied to the Housing Office to be moved to a different
dorm," Edwin explained, "You'll need to verify and sign for it first before
they can do anything though."

"'Causing discomfort to roommate,'" the teen read before he narrowed his
eyes at Edwin, "Does that mean me?"

"It meant me," the little boy said as he hung his head low.

"Whuh?" Doug's eyes opened wide in an instant.

Edwin sighed aloud as he went on, "Look, I know you weren't comfortable
with what happened two days ago. I would too if a complete stranger
suddenly asked me to, um, to touch me like that. That is why I was hoping
you would come talk to me and air your grievances but you never did. So I
came to the conclusion that you were too deeply traumatized by the event
and decided to take the next logical step."

"Talk to you?" Doug huffed aloud, "Boy, you've been dodging me like a rodeo
clown for two days straight!"

"What?" the ten-year-old looked absolutely flummoxed, "No, I, I was giving
you some space so that you don't feel too uncomfortable! I figured you'd
like to be alone for a while before you would feel that you're ready to
talk, that's all!"

Doug suddenly recalled Shaun's words and a wry grin dawned on his face. So
this is what that smartass meant, he thought to himself before letting out
a loud sigh. "Y'know, for a genius, ya really dunno nothin' about dealing
with people," the teen said as he unbuttoned his jacket and took a seat on
his bed.

"What is that irreverent double negative supposed to mean?" It was Edwin's
turn this time to narrow his eyes with a rather indignant tone.

"C'mere," Doug patted the space right next to him. He saw the little
blondie was rather hesitant to comply at first, but did as he was told
anyway as he plopped down right by his side. "So tell me, do you have any
siblings?" Doug started.

"No," came the short reply.

"How about cousins? Or friends from the neighborhood?"

"They live far away and I've never met them before," the Edward elaborated,
"I don't see other children except the ones in the parties mother took me,
but I don't talk to any of them outside of passing pleasantries."

"Okay, what about friends from your old school?" Doug pursued.

"I didn't have time to socialize," Edwin replied with a kind of pride in
his voice, "I was moving up the grades too fast for any of them to leave a
lasting impression. Besides, they were rather tiresome. All they want to
talk about were boring things like favorite shows and playing video games."

Oh boy, Doug mentally facepalmed as he was starting to get a clear picture
of what he was dealing with. "So you don't have anyone to talk to about
things like masturbating?"

"Just mother, and definitely not about masturbating," Edwin said in a
matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, see, here's the thing, Edwin," Doug replied, "Even if they're plenty
boring, you oughtta talk to other people anyway. There's only so much your
books can teach ya but I betcha my bottom dollars they aint got nothing on
learning about social cues or what makes other people tick. Or in our case,
whether you should confront them directly or give them some space to
themselves."

"You could grow up to be the world's smartest man, Ed," Doug went on,
"Hell, I KNOW you're going to be one! But if you can't make other people
see things your way then you'll just end up all alone with nobody in your
corner when the chips are really down. You know what I mean?"

There was a short pause as Edwin lowered his gaze and placed his thumb and
forefinger on his chin, the blonde boy's typical 'I am processing this'
pose as Doug secretly dubs it. The bespectacled blonde boy then looked him
straight in the eyes and said, "Yes, I think I do. A book by Ariely
mentioned something like this. He said-"

"Forget what Ariely or Jung or whoever said in their books for a sec!" Doug
interrupted before adding, "I know it contradicts why we're here in the
first place, but I think it's time you ease up on the books for a bit and
start studying people for a change. You'd be surprised by what you can
learn from just being around them, and no I don't mean your fanclub! I mean
real folks with real thoughts and real issues."

"So this is what's gonna happen," he went on, "You're coming with me to see
my friends from now on. You're gonna try and talk to them, and if you ain't
got nothing to say, well, you can always just listen. See what makes 'em
tick, size 'em up, and we'll see if you got them really figured out right
or not. Think of it like some kind of a class, a sociology course of sorts,
and there will be a quiz at the end of every meeting so you'd better be
prepared. Whaddya say?"

"I'd say that this is a rather bizarre development," Edwin nodded along to
his words, "But I'm willing to give it a try!"

"Good," Doug nodded before he raised the letter and envelope he was holding
in his hand, "So you know precisely what I am going to do with this now,
right?"

"Rip it in half in a dramatic gesture of newfound friendship?" Edwin
posited.

"And that's why you're the genius, sparky," said Doug as he did just as his
little roommate predicted.

That was when he saw something he never expected: for the first time since
his arrival on campus, a smile dawned on Edwin Goodknell's face. Not a
smirk of contempt for his lessers, but a genuine smile of good humor that
brightened up his previously darkened expression. "You really should join
the drama club for your love of theatrics," the blonde poindexter quipped.

"You kiddin'? I could run circles around Keanu, cuz I got his looks
already!" Doug huffed with mock pride, and that was when he witnessed the
second unexpected thing of the night: Edwin Goodknell laughing. Granted
that it was more of a small chuckle at his expense, of course, but it truly
was leaps and bounds compared to the sour one-note tone he was used
to. There was also something about the little blondie's laugh that brought
a sudden warmth to his heart and the feeling that he could just sit there
to listen to his soprano voice all night long.

"Anyway, I'm gonna be headin' out now," Doug broke himself from his reverie
as he added, "Tonight's the first lesson, kiddo, so you're coming with!"

"Sure, but, well," the laugh turned into an uncertain smile as Edwin
hesitated before continuing, "I, uh, I just need your help on, on my
problem. Again."

"Hunh?" the teen blinked twice.

In response, Edwin slowly opened his legs to show that he was once again
sporting a raging erection underneath his fine-pressed shorts. Doug also
noticed that he was blushing as bright as he was that fateful morning two
days ago as he spoke in a slow, uncertain tone. "I know it's highly
presumptous of me to ask you for another favor like this after what
happened," the child whispered, "But, uh, you're the only one I can really
ask for help with this. Do, do you think you'd mind if you, well, you know,
help me out once again?"

The words flew out of his mouth even before his brain agreed to allow them:
"Sure, buddy. Come on over here."

Why the hell did I say that?!, Doug could hear himself cursing in his head
but instantly found the answer when he saw Edwin flashed him a very happy
smile and clambered over to sit on Doug's lap. The boy dutifully unbuttoned
his pants and slid them down his legs, revealing the white designer
underpants with the tiny bulge now clearly visible on his crotch. Doug
noticed a slight trembling in Edwin's voice as he said, "You, you can touch
me now."

It was baffling to Doug that the very same boy who not just a fifteen
minutes ago considered getting as far away from him as possible was now
asking him to play with his wiener. He knew he couldn't back out now, not
after the whole spiel he gave earlier about figuring people out, and
decided to throw whatever caution he got left to the wind as he reached out
to grope the tiny package with his hand. Doug heard Edwin sigh and felt his
small body squirm in his embrace when he massaged the little hard-on in his
underwear.

"You really should learn to take care of this thing by yourself, Ed," Doug
whispered in the boy's ears as he caressed his rising and falling chest.

"I know," Edwin sighed in return, "But it just felt difficult for me to go
against mother's wishes." There was a slight pause before the boy went on,
"Besides, I really like it when you're the one who's doing this to me."

Doug was quickly reminded of what Edwin said when he jerked him off in the
bathroom to a bumpy climax two days ago. The boy had blurted out that he
was specifically thinking about him when he got hard, and curiosity was
gnawing at the back of his mind. He decided that now was the best time as
any as he said while rubbing the twitching little mound, "So, you think
about me when you got hard last time, but that wasn't the first time it
happened. Were you thinking about me those other times too?"

"Uh-huh," the boy gasped as Doug slipped his hand past the elastic
waistband of his undies to seize the hardening wood and stroked its modest
length, "It's, it's weird, but I only got hard when I was imagining things
about you."

"Really?" the teen smiled, feeling a bit flattered as he slipped his other
hand underneath Edwin's shirt to caress his chest and tease his nipples
while adding, "So, were you imagining things like this?"

"Ah!" the little boy let out a soft cry, his body jerked in surprise before
gyrating against the teen, "Y-Yes! Yes, a-and more!"

"Like what?" the teenager said as he rested his face on the top of the
little boy's head. The scent of strawberry shampoo, a childish contrast to
the mature way Edwin carried himself, was both soothing and scintilating to
Doug. He found himself burying his nostrils in the little blondie's soft
downy hair to inhale even more of his boyish sweet scent while its owner's
sweet, trembling voice filled his ears.

"I, I liked to think about, about touching you too," Edwin panted out loud
as his tiny hands held on to Doug's much bigger arms, "I liked to imagine
what yours would look like, how big it is, what it would feel like when I
hold it in my hands."

"Heh, you got it bad for me, huh?" Doug replied, somewhat flattered that an
average joe like him was the subject of someone else's sexual fantasy.

"I, I mean, probably as much as you have for me," the blue-haired youth
looked back and up with a drunken grin on his face.

Doug knew precisely what he was talking about for he had been trying to
ignore it for the past few minutes now. The smell of his strawberry shampoo
and natural boyish musk, the warmth of his gyrating small frame in his
embrace, and the silky smooth skin shuddering under his fingertips were
causing the teenager to sport a raging erection that just won't quit. He
had tried to get it under control by mentally telling himself that this was
about Edwin's needs and not his own, but he was still just a normal
seventeen-year-old teenager with needs of his own and it really didn't take
all that long for him to give in to his urges.

"Can, can we touch each other?" the ten year old was already off of him and
giving him that same puppy dog look that was his very undoing three days
ago. Once again Doug felt powerless under their bewitching spell and he
couldn't say anything more. His brain was yelling at him to extricate
himself from this situation somehow, but seeing Edwin's bright and happy
smile was enough for him to no longer see reason.

The child took Doug's silence as consent as he pawed at his older
roommate's crotch to unzip his jeans and pulled down his undies in one
go. What greeted the little genius was a stiff circumcised boner twitching
and throbbing before his eyes, nestled in a tangled bush of messy brown
pubes and a pair of low-hanging balls to complete the set. "It's huge!"
Edwin cheered with delight as he reached out to poke the veiny shaft with
his small index finger.

"Heh, thanks!" the older teen grinned. While he was no slouch in the dick
department, he's really only just a tad bit over the end of the seven-inch
average spectrum. To have someone adore his modest meat was a massive boost
to his ego, so much that he didn't do anything to stop the ten-year-old boy
from reaching out to gently grasp his meat with one hand.

Edwin had a hungry look on his cute young mug as he roamed his five tiny
fingers around the pole while his other hand went for Doug's balls. The
brown-haired teen hissed softly as he shuddered at the silken digits'
touch, before he returned the favor by mimicking what Edwin was doing. Once
again the ten-year-old purred with delight, relishing the warmth of Doug's
thumb and forefinger massaging the short length of his hot little pickle.

It was clear to Doug that Edwin was inexperienced in handling a cock as he
simply did not know what to do other than a few gentle tugs here and
several little prods there. Fortunately he had a very eager partner as Doug
only needed to show the boy genius a few pointers by using the little
blondie's own dick as a teaching tool. Edwin didn't let that genius brain
of his go to waste as he paid enough attention to what Doug was doing to
his dickie that he was able to replicate the teenager's techniques very
quickly. It wasn't long before the two roommates were gasping and panting
on Doug's bed as they stroked each other's genitals with a gusto.

"Nnnhh nnhh D-Doug, I'm, I'm feeling it!" Edwin warned his older friend of
his impending climax underneath his deep breath.

"Yeahhh I'm feelin' good too, lil' pardner!" Doug replied, placing one hand
on the boy's shoulders while closing his eyes to savor the child's roaming
little digits.

"Nnnnh nnghhhh nnnooh, ohhh nnnohhhhh!"

"Nnngghhhhh!"

They climaxed into each other's hands at almost the exact same time,
Edwin's little cocklet dripping out sticky clear fluids while Doug's flesh
cannon spewed its viscous load and splattered a copious amount across the
lower parts of the child's shirt. Doug opened his eyes to see Edwin doing
the exact same thing, eyes bleary yet filled with a certain kind of
satisfaction. The older teen smiled at him and gently stroked the little
blonde's shoulder blades and back of neck as he said, "You alright?"

"Yeah," the bespectacled boy grinned, "Better than alright actually."

"Good to hear," Doug said in turn, "Come on, let's get cleaned out before
we head out!"

Edwin nodded as he dutifully followed Doug to the bathroom, cleaning up his
hand and his messy taint just as the teen instructed him to. He complained
a little about the ruined shirt but a little assurance from Doug was all it
took to get him to dump his cum-stained shirt into the laundry bin. As they
fixed their clothings and headed out of the dorm room together, something
immediately dawned on Doug's mind: this was not going to be the last time
they're going to be doing something like this.

Familiarity with a growing boy's hormones told him that Edwin will come
back to his bed to have his todger played with again very soon. That's not
the part that scared Doug the most though. No, the part that scared him the
most was that he knew that he would never say no to Edwin's demands, and
familiarity with his own raging hormones told him that he will most likely
not going to stop at a simple handjob.

Because as Edwin took his hand to walk by his side and smiling up to him
with a warm look of affection, he can already feel himself getting hard
imagining himself ramming the entire length of his seven-inch cock into the
ten-year-old boy genius' virgin little ass.

-End of Part 2-


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