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 Seven: A Helping Hand in Highschool (SciFi, mm) 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... ......................... "It has been a strange day," fifteen-year-old Finn Thomas thought to himself. Only a short time ago, the tentacle things that had been molesting him and his classmates had finally retreated, leaving the stunned fifteen and sixteen-year-olds adrift with uncertainty as to what was to come. Very quickly, though, their lust overtook them and they capitulated en mass to the desperate need to stroke themselves off. Now here he was, jerking off in a room full of guys, trying as best he could to blow his load. "oooo... oooo... oooo..." Finn groaned as the fingers on his right hand twirled about his sensitive cockhead while his left hand gently rubbed his cum-filled balls. It was a personal fantasy of Finn's to be able to jerk off while in the middle of class without anyone noticing and, he ruminated to himself, this was probably as close to fulfilling that fantasy as he would ever get. Sitting on Mr. Larson's desk, the sophomore changed his technique and began to frisk himself quickly, feeling the impending orgasm approaching. As he scanned the classroom, his eyes drifted over the other sophomore boys as each and every one of them masturbated as furiously as they could and paid no attention to Finn's own activities. That is until Finn happened to glance at Ethan West and made a shocking discovery. Sitting in the front row and only a few feet from Finn, his fist flying over his slick cock, the sixteen-year-old was unabashedly staring at Finn and moaning as he watched the younger teen pleasure himself. The shocking part was, of course, that Ethan was blind. "Surely," thought Finn as he continued to beat his meat, "Ethan isn't looking at me, right?" Making eye contact for the first time, Finn was startled and actually stopped masturbating when he realized that Ethan's eyes were no longer the milky-glassy quality that they were just that morning. Instead, bright green eyes stared lustily back at him as the older boy continued to pump his member. Smirking at the sudden realization that the only one who could see him was the blind kid and unconcerned with the "whys" and "hows", Finn redoubled his efforts to climax. Within moments, the two boys, staring into each other's eyes, were on the precipice of orgasm. When Ethan suddenly opened his mouth and sensually ran his tongue across his lips, Finn, who was totally straight, lost it. "Uuunnggghhhh!!!!!" he groaned, erupting forcefully into the air. His orgasm, of course, sent Ethan over the edge and for a long while, the two boys milked blast after blast of cum out of their rigid poles while their eyes, still locked, passed unheard messages between them. ........................ Randal Dalton was not a nice person. At sixteen, he was easily the least liked sophomore at Grant-Thorton high school. He was loud, mean spirited, crude, and a general menace. He spent his time alone, leaving his dark cave-like room only to eat, go to school, and occasionally vandalize the neighborhood late at night. He had no friends and went out of his way to ensure that no one attempted to become his friend. At 5'2'' and 103lbs, he could easily pass for a twelve-year-old and, despite having a seven-inch cock, puberty had stayed generally far away from him, exacerbating his acidic personality and leaving a rather large chip on his shoulder. It was because of his nasty personality that none approached Randal when the boys rushed to pair up into jack-off buddies, desperate for relief and anguished over the fact that their own hands could no longer bring any sexual relief. Randal, sitting in the far corner, continued to stroke himself urgently, ignoring the other boys and refusing to degrade himself in such a gay way. As the moments passed, though, and his classmates began to achieve climax, he was unable to find any relief despite his wild and frantic wrist movements. Eventually, he was the only one left in the class who had not gotten-off and, his eyes glazed over and his lust driving him mad, the poor boy began to weep silently in sexual agony. It was then, as the class came down from their sexual highs, that Dennis Beatty noticed poor Randal for the first time and, still firing off the last half-dozen blasts of his own orgasm, got up and approached the senseless boy. Three years earlier, Randal had been nearly inseparable from Dennis; his best friend since kindergarten. Dennis was everything Randal was not. Tall, bulky, kind-hearted, personable, and generally referred to as a "gentle-giant", the two were an unlikely pair. Still, the two seventh-graders were best friends and did everything together, including quite a few mutual masturbatory sessions. It was after one such session, Dennis having just jacked off the thirteen-year-old Randal, that the poor boy broke down and admitted to his best friend that he was gay. Instead of being supportive, Randal, as straight as an arrow, went ballistic and broke off their friendship, going so far as to belittle and demean Dennis in public whenever possible. As such, when Dennis approached the suffering Randal, it was with a bit of trepidation. His former friend, sitting on a desk and wanking furiously, didn't notice his approach. Making up his mind to do the right thing, the 6'1'' 190lbs angel of mercy slid into a vacated seat and, wrapping his arm around the much smaller boy, pulled the dazed young man into his lap, his own half hard cock resting between the warm buns of his former friend's hairless bottom. Randal, his instincts latching on to the warm comfort of another human body, snuggled against the much larger teen and groaned in sexual frustration. When Dennis's hand reached around the boy sitting in his lap and grasped his well-endowed tool, a shock of pleasure hit the poor boy like a punch in the gut. As Dennis began to frisk him quickly, his hand slick with Randal's pre-cum, Randal's awareness began to return and, the moment he realized that his former friend was jerking him off, he moaned loudly and climaxed. Rope after rope of his semen launched into the air as Randal turned his head slightly, looked Dennis in the eyes, and silently conveyed his deepest gratitude and sincerest apologies for his unforgivable behavior. ................................................................. ............................ "If Grant ever hears about this, I'll never live it down" thought Felix Werner ruefully, the argument from just that morning filtering through his mind. He and his brother Grant, only a year younger than Felix at fourteen, had gotten into it pretty heatedly before school as only brothers could. The end result, of course, was Grant calling him a cocksucker and sarcastically asking him if he was going to go down on his best friend, Ricky Pryor, after school. Both he and Ricky were straight, of course, so he played it up and began to tell his brother all about the nasty sex they were going to have; grossing the younger boy enough that he ceded the argument and left. The irony that Felix was now enthusiastically bobbing up and down on Ricky's six-inch cock was not lost on the sophomore. Before his thoughts could progress any further, Ricky, who was busy sucking Felix's own horny pole, pulled almost all the way off of his cock and began to swirl his tongue all around Felix's sensitive cockhead. "Ungh... Ungh... Mmuuggghhhh" Felix grunted in pleasure, powerful shocks racking his body. At that moment, he began to cum hard into his friend's mouth and all thoughts of his brother dissipated as his mind sought nirvana. Felix would have laughed, however, if he had seen his brother at that moment; one floor down and seven rooms over, the fourteen-year-old Grant was squealing like a girl as one of his classmates was busy sucking a massive load out of him while aggressively teasing his prostate with the two fingers shoved deeply in the freshman's ass. ................................................................. ............................ Sixteen-year-old Blake "the plumber" Dooley was a principled lover. A star wide-receiver, he'd been with eleven girls and, with each new conquest, gained more and more of a reputation as a stud; his perfectly proportioned eight-inch fuckstick the tool he used gladly when the girls needed him to fix their own plumbing. The drawback of being so well hung, of course, was it took a great deal of preparation before he could snake his own snake into his women. That's why he was so principled; he would do whatever was necessary to get his girls ready so they enjoyed the experience because if they complained, he would definitely see a drop in available (and willing) female partners. So, when Micah Groves latched onto him and begged Blake to fuck him, Blake did the only thing he could think of. He layed Micah on his back across a nearby table and began to work the whimpering boy's asshole in preparation for his giant cock. Though Blake had never been with a boy before, two of his previous partners had asked him for anal sex so he was somewhat familiar with job requirements. As he slid two fingers in and out of the boy's backdoor, he gazed lustily at Micah who was writhing in pleasure and moaning in need. Boys didn't do it for Blake, though he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to fuck another guy. Fifteen-year-old Micah, a small nerdy introverted kid with whom Blake had never had much contact, was a good choice. Grasping Micah's hard five-inch cock and stroking it gently, Blake added a third finger into the surprisingly pliant but still incredibly tight asshole. As the moments passed and Blake casually observed that the rest of the class was busy either fucking or being fucked, he decided it was nearly time. Before entering Micah, though, Blake had one more piece of business; a tradition of sorts that started when he had first lost his virginity. Partially as a "thank you" to the hole that would soon encase his manhood and partially as an "i'm sorry" for the inevitable discomfort that hole would soon be experiencing, Blake always went down on his partner's entrance right before fucking them. It was a sort of penance and celebration at the same time dedicated to the joy of the fuck. Though part of his mind warned him that this was a boy's asshole he was approaching, he stood firm in his traditions. Pulling his fingers out of the boy and releasing his cock, Blake used both hands to spread Micah's asscheeks wide so his small pink pucker, still dilated slightly, glistened wetly. Leaning forward, his tongue darted past his lips and he began to rim Micah's asshole, softly at first but progressively harder as the seconds ticked by. Micah moaned loudly, screaming in pleasure when Blake's tongue shoved it's way deep past his sphincter and into his boypussy. Realizing it was time, Blake stood and lined his huge cock up with Micah's quivering hole. Grasping the boy's hips, Blake took a deep breath and lunged forward, all eight inches sliding powerfully into the teen until his large ballsack rested casually against Micah's backside. Both boys drowned out the moans around them, Blake roaring in pleasure as his cock was encased in the tightest and hottest hole he'd ever penetrated while Micah shrieked in orgasm, his own teencock erupting blast after blast of cum as the massive tool that had invaded his pussy stretched his hole and forced it's way into his colon. Blake would have cum right there but for his own stubbornness and desire to actually fuck his partner. Taking a few deep breaths as the boy below him continued to shoot his load, Blake slowly began to withdraw his huge tool. When it was nearly out, he thrust forward again and slammed all eight inches home, forcing Micah to yelp in surprise. Realizing his partner was able to take his tool without much problem, Blake suddenly put his fucking into gear and began to jackhammer the poor ejaculating Micah. "BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM" filled the room as Blake powered into Micah, holding the boy's shoulders in an iron grip so that he didn't actually fuck the boy too far away from him. Micah, meanwhile, still in the middle of his exceptionally powerful climax, screamed incoherently as he was sodomized violently. Suddenly and without warning, Micah's climax was interrupted by a brand new orgasm, the first flowing directly into the second and his still ejaculating cock, which had just erupted twenty-seven times and still had ten more eruptions to go, redoubling it's efforts to expel his boycream. His voice cut out, his scream becoming silent as the boy shook violently while overwhelmed with his two concurrent and damn near simultaneous orgasms. For Blake, this fuck was the best of his life. As his partner came for the second time in mere seconds, Blake felt Micah's ass clench down hard on his tool and that additional pressure sent him over the edge. He bellowed loudly as he climaxed, fucking Micah in long powerful strokes as he began to fire his hot liquid into the squirming teenager below him. Collapsing forward, his chest pressed up against his partner while the other teen's cock continued to erupt a seemingly never-ending stream of cum between them, Blake could only groan as he filled his partner's ass to the point that his jizz began erupting violently out of the boy's stuffed ass. Panting, Blake couldn't help but wonder whether he should now start a list of male conquests and, more importantly, if he should add to that list if and when this whole ordeal was over.