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

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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...