Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such behavior to seek help immediately. Title: Chapter Five: Middle School Sucks (SciFi, bb) Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/17 Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is (CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so if you find errors you believe impact the story's readability, please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with open arms. This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu... ......................... The twelve and thirteen-year-old boys in Mr. Biel's seventh-grade history class looked around at each other in confusion. Only a few moments earlier, the tentacles, which had raped them to countless orgasms throughout the morning, had released them and retreated to the windows and the door and stopped completely, acting, it seemed, as silent guardians of the room. Shortly after that, the now familiar mass arousal had hit the fourteen boys, causing them to become erect and horny for carnal stimulation, though the feelings were not strong enough to limit their autonomy. As the seconds ticked by and the tentacles stayed put, each boy began to wonder whether the tentacles were going to get them off again. They did not. The fourteen seventh-graders scattered throughout the room began to coalesce into a large group, hoping to discuss the current situation and nervously seeking the comfort of their community. "So, um..." began Marcus Alston, "what do we do now?" "I don't know" replied Kenneth King, sitting on one of the desks and shrugging, his four-inch erection jutting out fiercely. Many of the other boys took seats or leaned against desks, hoping that someone would take up the mantle of leadership. "Well, um..."" continued Marcus, feeling his need growing as the moments passed, "do you think we should try to leave?" "Maybe" said Damian Carter, "but it looks like those things are stuck in the doorway. Does anyone have a cell phone..." "Ken, dude" interrupted Tucker Rogers loudly, looking directly at Kenneth. "Stop jerking off." Each boy's attention focused suddenly on the very embarrassed Kenneth, who had unintentionally started to lazily stroking himself. "Oh!" he said, still teasing his member, "Sorry. I don't know why I was..." he didn't finish. Everyone could understand his reasoning's as their own boyhoods were becoming harder and harder to ignore. Almost a collective decision and thanks to Ken unabashedly stroking himself, each boy slowly brought his hand to his own rigid member and began to pump it slowly, their cock's slick with pre-cum and their fists easily gliding up and down their poles. Very soon, the twelve and thirteen-year-olds were lost in their masturbatory quests, hands flying up and down taut pricks and the room filling with the "slap slap slap slap slap" of fourteen boys jerking off enthusiastically. Ironically, it was Tucker Rogers who came first, the boy sitting in one of the desk-chairs throwing his head back as squirt after squirt of boy-cum erupted from his cock and covered he and several other boys. His moan and spray triggering many other orgasms, the room became a cum-free-for-all as cocks erupted massive loads in every direction, covering every surface and drenching each still-furiously wanking boy. As the room started come down from the most recent sexual high, the boys began to awkwardly clean themselves off. Several stood up from their seats, a veritable waterfall of spunk pouring from their chests and laps onto the floor. Others attempted to get rid of the jizz that now covered their faces or soaked their hair. None said a word, embarrassment pervading the room. Finally, Marcus Alston opened his mouth to say something, though truthfully he had no idea what he was going to say and only wanted to fill the oppressive silence with something. Before he could, though, the room was again awash with heavy powerful lust. The boycocks, most of which had become flaccid, suddenly sprang to attention as each boy became immediately and overwhelmingly aroused. They groaned in unison, half out of frustration that their ordeal continued and half out of lust. Defeated, they began to assume their previous positions and halfheartedly grasped their boyhoods. Within a dozen strokes, each boy came to the realization that he was deriving no pleasure from his own hand and that his lust and need were continuing to build. "What the fuck" cried Tristin Stone, the twelve-year-old looking up desperately and hoping that someone would explain why he couldn't get off. None could answer him. For quite some time, the boys futilely stroked themselves, none achieving any pleasure at all while the persistent need to climax became more and more demanding. Finally, out of frustration more than anything else, twelve-year-old Kolby Davis bolted out of his seat and rushed towards the desk in front of him upon which Jorge Torres was sitting, legs wide open and his hand trying futilely to stimulate his thirteen-year-old prick. Sliding between Jorge's legs, Kolby's pink three and a half inch cocklett coming to rest against Jorge's tan five-incher, he reached down and grasped his classmate's member and began to stroke. Jorge, reacting on instinct, wrapped his own hand around Kobly's member and did the same. Both boy's moaned loudly, sexual pleasure flooding their bodies as the rapidly jerked each other off. Kolby, his thin body pressed tightly against the sitting Jorge and his head resting on the other boy's shoulder, began to quiver as his orgasm exploded forth between them. Jorge, feeling the boy start to shake and the warm jizz spray out of the cock he was pumping enthusiastically, climaxed a moment later. Pressed close together, the boys continued to stroke each other as blast after blast of cum erupted between them and they wailed in delight. Their classmates, hearing and then seeing the results of the mutual assistance themselves, quickly understood what needed to occur and, within only a few heartbeats, seven pairs of boys were rapidly jerking each other off as climax after climax was reached throughout the room. "Oh shit" breathed Tucker Rogers loudly a short time later as the boys collected themselves from their latest orgasm. "That was... intense" he finished, flashing a slight smile at Vincent Freeman who had been gracious enough to jerk him off. Vincent smiled back. "Ah! Stop, stop!" squeaked Kellen Day across the room, as he pushed Patrick Welsh away from him. Patrick, who had continued to idly stroke Kellen after they had both cum, had decided to tease his friend's sensitive post-orgasm cock and had shifted his grip so his right thumb could quickly rub against Kellen's hypersensitive frenulum, sending spikes of agonizing pleasure into the boy's brain. "Jackass" accused Kellen jokingly, glaring at his friend. "What?" responded Patrick in mock-innocence, "you don't want me to touch you, Kel? You were practically begging for it earlier." "Fuck you" laughed Kellen, though each and every boy suddenly realized what they had just done and many attempted to put a bit of distance between themselves and the boy they'd just jacked-off. When the wave of arousal hit a moment later, though, each boy looked to his previous partner and, through silent glances, asked if the other boy would help with the new need to get off and offering to help in return. Affirmative nods and a few "yeahs" agreed to the arraignment and the partners slid close to each other. Not even attempting to masturbate themselves, fourteen boys reached out and began to stroke the cocks they had just been playing with a short time ago. To their horror, though, they found that the hand now grasping their own cock was bringing no relief and, within a moment, all sexual activity ceased. "Not again" Tristin Stone complained, as the boys looked at one another in frustration. "Maybe..." suggested Marcus Alston, sensing that he knew the right answer to this problem. Stepping away from Payton Weaver, he made his way over to Elliot Steele and, glancing at both Elliot and Seth Curry (who had been trying unsuccessfully to pleasure Elliot), he grasped Elliot's four-inch penis and began to stroke it smoothly. "Ohhhh yaaaaaa" groaned Elliot immediately, the room taking his reaction as a sign of the game's new rules. Rapidly, the boy's paired off again and the room was soon filled with the wet "slap slap slap" of masturbating boys as the moaning cacophony grew louder and louder and orgasms were reached. For close to twenty minutes, the boys traded partners haphazardly and each boy had the opportunity to jerk-off several more of his classmates. Soon, though, this new rhythm came to a crashing halt. Like many of the boys, Vincent Freeman and Kolby Davis had paired up and begun to stroke each other's boycocks. However, as they sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other, the floor covered in a two-inch reservoir of spunk, they quickly came to the realization that their hands were ineffective at satisfying the other's lust. "Um... Vince?" asked Kolby lustily. "Did we already do this?" "No" replied Vincent, his hand wrapped around Kolby's member but still, "We didn't." "Well then, why isn't it working?" Kolby asked distraughtly. "I don't know" the equally distraught Vincent responded after a moment's consideration. Throughout the room, variations of this conversation were playing out between each pair of boys and none could find a reason why their hands were unproductive. Realizing that their classmates were having the same problem, the boys all began to rapidly exclaim their own situation and the room became chaotic as boys quickly sought out new partners in hopes that a change of cock or a change of hand would satisfy the ever-growing sexual need. It did not. The panic stopped suddenly when Tucker Rogers gave a loud squeal of delight followed by a long low groan of satisfaction. All eyes darted to the moaning boy and Elliot Steele, who was on his knees and rapidly bobbing up and down on Tucker's stiff boyhood. Elliot, who had been getting up from his sitting position as Tucker scooted by, found his face only inches from the other boy's hard rod. Without really thinking through what he was doing, he had lunged forward and sucked Tucker's four-incher into his mouth. When Tucker froze and began to groan in appreciation, he knew he had made the right decision. Gasps filled the room as the class watched the taboo act but, when Tucker groaned "Oh shit! I'm cumming!!!!!" and began to release his load into Elliot's greedy mouth, they quickly came to the decision that if getting off required one boy to go down on another, it was a price willingly paid. Quickly, the larger boys forced the smaller boys to their knees and shoved their leaking cock's into their partner's mouths, the younger boys dutifully sucking them in hopes of a favor returned. Elliot, who by this point had taken several blasts of Tucker's cum deep down his throat and was anxious for his own release, pulled his mouth off of Tucker's cocklett and stood up while Tucker, lost in his orgasm, fired blast after blast of cum into the air. Seizing Tucker's shoulders, Elliot forced the still ejaculating boy to his knees and roughly pushed his own cock into the other boy's mouth, face-fucking Tucker rapidly and feeling his own orgasm approach. In fact, as the room filled with the cries of orgasm, many of the suckers followed Elliot's example and forced the boy they had just blown to his knees while shoving their incredibly aroused members into their partner's mouth. For almost a half and hour, the seventh-grade boys swapped blowjobs and partners, having immediately recognized that they couldn't get blown by the same boy twice. Though the first round of cocksucking had been rough, as the boys had taken turns getting off, they quickly realized that a sixty-nine position, or even a daisy chain, worked much better at satisfying all parties involved. When Patrick Welsh, incredibly horny and willing to try anything, shoved a finger into Marcus Alston's ass as he blew the boy, Marcus screamed so loud in pleasure that several boys thought Patrick had bit off his boyhood. Rather quickly, the added bit of anal play made it's way throughout the room and perhaps it was good luck that the boys had discovered that they could tease each other's assholes with their fingers because it certainly help transition the twelve and thirteen-year-olds to anal sex. As the fourteen boys lay satisfied from their most recent orgasm, seven of them began to feel rather strange. Their assholes were tingling and itching in a way they hadn't experienced before. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, per se, but was instead a new source of arousal. Tristin Stone, reaching back towards his asshole in exploration, casually grazed the little pucker with his index finger and groaned loudly, his soft cocklett immediately springing to life as waves of pleasure lanced through his body. A moment later, when the mass arousal hit again, Tristin's boypussy became his sole focus as the need to have another boy's cock up his ass propelled him forward. Grasping Elliot Steele, whom he had just blow, he spun the twelve-year-old around and pulled the startled boy on top of him, their chests rubbing slickly together as their erect cock's dueled below. "Elliot! Elliot! I need..." he gasped, lust making it hard to form a coherent thought, "I need you to fuck me!" As if to make a point, Tristin spread his legs wide and wrapped them around Elliot, the boy slowly understanding what was being asked of him as his cock suddenly found itself pressed tightly between Tristins buttcheeks. "Um..." Elliot said unsure, "You want me to..." "Yes" interrupted Tristin, feeling Elliot's member rubbing ever-so-slightly across his sensitive pucker. "Stick it in me!" Following his classmates lead, Elliot reached between them and, adjusting his four-inch pole, placed the tip of it at Tristin asshole. He hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then, feeling the greedy pucker twitching in anticipation, he shoved forward and buried all four inches up Tristin's ass. "Ahhhhh!!!" cried Tristen, relief flooding him as he felt the cock slide up his needy bottom. "Ugghhh" grunted Elliot, the hot velvety ass hugging his member tightly and causing electric sparks to go off in his brain. "Shit" he thought to himself, "this feels awesome." As lust clouded his mind and his thoughts drifted into the void of pleasure, the seventh-grader did what came naturally: he began to pump in and out of the moist hole gripping his cock. "Yyyyeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" wailed Tristin. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Harder! Harder! Harder! Elle! Harder! Yeah! Oh! I'm..... I'm... Cummmmiiiiiiinnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, Elliot now jackhammering his hole hard and sending him over the edge without even touching his own hyperstimulated cock. Rope after rope of boycum exploded out of his prick and between the boys, Elliot's chest pressed against his as the boy sought a better angle with which to fuck. Suddenly, as Elliot made one final thrust into him and began to unload his boyballs deep into Tristan's pussy, Tristan, his cock still spurting his huge load, slithered a hand behind Elliot's head and, pulling the boy's face to his, mashed their lips together. Elliot, caught up in his own release, moaned into Tristin's mouth as he felt his partners tongue force its way past his lips and begin to wrestle with his own. It was both boys first kiss and, as their tongues Wbattled for dominance and they both continued to climax powerfully, their sloppy, messy, and wonderful mouths explored new and uncharted territory. They weren't alone. Throughout the room, six other pairs of boys were avidly fucking and cumming, two emulating Tristin and Elliot as their mouths wrestled while their cock's erupted. Damian Carter, having just blown a load up Kenneth King's ass, withdrew his cock and grabbed the boy's legs, pushing them up towards Ken's head and exposing his glistening pink hole. Unsure where the thought came from but highly aroused by it, Damian dove down between Kenneth's asscheeks and began to tongue the boy's asshole, causing Ken's cock to twitch and erupt a few smaller streams of cum while Damian moaned and sucked out his own seed from the tight pucker. Soon, the arousal hit again and the boys who had just done the fucking begged to be fucked; their boypussies desperate for cock. For some time, the boy's traded partners as they traded positions, bottoming for one boy and then topping for another. Slowly, handjobs, blowjobs, and rimjobs began to appear throughout the room while the impetus to perform a specific act began to dwindle. Though the need to get fucked eventually disappeared altogether, boys pulled their asscheeks apart whenever another boy's cock grazed their covetous holes and the middleschoolers went down on cocks or asses without the slightest hesitation; getting their friends off simply because they were there. Sodom and Gomorrah had nothing on the boys of Mr. Biel's seventh-grade history class. At one point, Kolby Davis came hard while being fucked by Tucker Rogers, blowing Patrick Welsh, and getting blown by Todd Smith. A little later, Troy Burton lapped at Marcus Alston asshole while both Casey Norman and Seth Curry double-fucked his very full boyhole. Elliot Steele actually had a series of continuous orgasms, one leading into another leading into a third while Kellen Day fisted him rapidly, passing out briefly from pleasure when Kellen opened his hand inside of Elliot's rectum. The orgy continued for some time while the boys enjoyed their newfound carnal sides; cum dripping from every surface and fourteen smiles gleaming in the afternoon light. To be continued...