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 Six: Grade School Graduation (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... ................ Horny. That was the best description of the nine and ten-year-old boys in Ms. Dalmiser's fourth-grade class. The tentacles, having retreated a while ago, were not doing their job and each boy in the room was becoming more and more concerned that his little erect prick was going to burst if something wasn't done soon. Two of the older boys had pleasured themselves earlier that day when the first wave of arousal had hit. The rest, however, were still too far away from puberty for their bodies to fall into those ingrained motions and had thus only watched in confusion as the more mature boys jerked-off furiously, experiencing their own orgasms minutes later thanks to the tentacle's ministrations. Now, though, with their rigid poles demanding attention, each of the seventeen youngsters was seriously wondering what the next step would be; the two with previous masturbatory experience wondering if they should just touch themselves as they had earlier while modesty was imploring them toward chastity. Having gathered into a group in the center of class, which was a large open space surrounded by desks on three sides and the whiteboard on the fourth, the boys, some sitting on the carpet while others stood or leaned against desks, argued passionately about the next course of action. Joseph Collins, a proponent of escape, was loudly explaining that they could use one of the desks as a battering ram against the tentacles in the doorway while David Cook was practically pleading the case for waiting for help. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, nine-year-old Jason Ward had heard enough. For the past ten seconds, he had been gaping at his leaking little cocklett while it continued to bubble forth pre-cum in massive quantities. Tired of the arguments and so incredibly horny, the cherubic little brunette, who had never sexually touched himself in his life, grasped his member and squealed in delight. As the crowd watched, the boy began to beat his meat feverishly, moaning at the wave of pleasure now coursing through his body. Within five second, every other boy had grasped his own stiffy and begun to rapidly abuse his little organ. It only took ten strokes for Jason to erupt. Twelve for Joseph Collins. Fifteen for David Cook. Boy after boy came hard, their tiny frames mimicking geysers as their babybatter, a product of the creature's venom and several years too early for any of them, began to fly through the air, hitting bodies indiscriminately and covering the ground in the thin layer of jizz. Each boy erupted ten, twenty, twenty-five, thirty times, expelling inhuman loads from their immature bodies while they continued to rapidly frisk their cockletts and wail in orgasmic bliss. "That felt great" exclaimed nine-year-old Lucas Sharp a short time later, the boy chuckling to himself as a huge wad of cum dripped from his chin and onto his now soft boycock. He looked around the room, as if to ask why none of his classmates had ever shared this particularly fun game with him and wondering silently if he could touch himself like this again. It hadn't been as great as the tentacles, but at the time, Lucas had no idea he could bring these feelings out of himself and that the pleasure was wholly unrelated to the alien creatures. "Yeah, it did." said Cody Barber, sitting on one of the desks while facing the room, his legs swinging below him as if being covered in jizz was the most natural thing in the world. Echo's of "ya" and "uh huh" were scattered throughout the room, the vast majority of the class being totally or almost totally unaware of sex and sexuality and thinking like Lucas; that the pleasure experienced earlier was related to the things molesting their bodies. Before the conversation could develop further, though, a new wave of arousal hit the fourth-graders and each boy's penis shot to attention. "Um... Um... I got the feelings again" stated Elijah Byrd, looking down at his immature pricklett. "Me too" sighed a pleased Jordan Tate, somewhat excited that he would get to experience the great feelings again. Considering what they had done only a short time earlier, none of the boy's hesitated to grasp themselves and begin teasing their little boycocks. Only, this time, it didn't feel good. In fact, it didn't feel like anything at all. "Hey" cried an astonished Silas Calhoun, "it isn't working. Why isn't it working?" "I don't know" said Simon Church who was sitting right next to him. "Mine's not working either." Unlike his older peers in middle school and high school, who had societal expectations impressed upon them for much longer, Simon didn't even know what the word "gay" meant, Seeing the problem at hand, he innocently scooted himself next to Silas so that they faced each other and said "Here, let me try." Reaching out nonchalantly, he grabbed Silas's rock-hard three-inch member and began to stroke it inexpertly. "Oh!" groaned Silas, breathing out heavily. "That's good. Keep going." "Do me too" said Simon, his own need not forgotten. "Ok" responded Silas, taking his member in hand and proceeding to stroke it as best he could. The rest of the class paired up soon after, understanding what they needed to do. Jimmy Berg, the odd-man-out of the seventeen second-graders, looked about frantically until Jacob Buckley and Leo Rollins noticed his plight and invited him into a casual three-way. Soon, the room was filled with nine and ten-year-olds masturbating each other towards climax, unhurriedly because their need had not built up significantly thanks to the innocence and quickthinking of Simon Church. Jett Gillespie was a bright ten-year-old and, as he and nine-year-old Brice Whitney continued to jack each other off awkwardly, he found that sitting in front of each other was not conducive to mutual masturbation; especially since neither he nor his partner had ever masturbated before and were thus rather clumsy at doing so. Thinking outside the box, Jett shifted he and Brice around so that Brice was now laying on his back and Jett was on his hands and knees above his partner, his head close to Brice's penis. Years later, Jett would come to know the "sixty-nine" position well, but today, it was a much more comfortable tool for him to access his partners dripping cocklett. Dropped his right elbow down toward the ground and wrapped his right hand around Brice's member and began stroking it enthusiastically, not really realizing that when Brice ejaculated, his face would be right in the path of the flying spunk. Brice, now stroking the boy on top of him, was grateful for the change in position. Not wanting to be outdone in cleverness, though, he began to wonder how he could make the experience better. A very precocious child, he happened to remember how wonderful it felt when the tentacle-things had gone in his butt hole and that powerful feeling that was generated when it hit that one perfect magical spot. Though he had never heard of a "prostate", Brice got it in his head that if he could find that magic button in his buddy's bottom, he could really please Jett. Coating the index and middle finger of his left hand in some of the warm spunk on his chest (as his right hand was busy stroking Brice's penis), he reached up behind his partner and, following the older boy's butt crack, stumbled upon a cute pink asshole. When his fingers grazed the little pucker, Jett jumped. "Hey" he squeeled in surprise, "don't..." Before he could finish the sentence, Brice shoved both his fingers deep into his partner in search of the magic button. Though he was way off, the pleasurable shock of the invading digits was all it took make Jett climax. As the ten year old began to fire his load all over the surprised Brice's face, Jett had the presence of mind to shove two of his own fingers knuckle-deep into Brice's little shit-hole and that unexpected intruder sent Brice over the edge, launching his own blasts of boycum right at Jett's face. As both boys moaned in orgasmic bliss, they each got a taste of the other's boycream as several spurts found their way into their half-open moaning mouths. It didn't take long for the nine and ten-year-olds to discover that masturbating the same partner would not achieve their desired results. Therefore, over the course of the next twenty minutes, each boy had the opportunity to masturbate five of his classmates to climax. Of course, both Jett and Brice employed the new "fingers-in-butt" method and, very soon, many boys were shooting their loads powerfully as their partners fingered their assholes. Of course, by the time the boys were experts at giving hand jobs, the rules of the game changed. Instead of pleasurable moans permeating the room after the boys had paired off and began to touch their partner, moans of desperation and frustration grew until the dissonance, punctuated by the occasional "IT ISN'T WORKING" or "Oh my god... Oh my god...", drowned out all coherent thought and the writhing boys dissolved into a chaotic mass of need and sexual desperation. For the nine and ten-year-old boys, their own hands and the hands of their classmates were now ineffective and none of them could figure out why. Moreover and much more importantly, none could foresee a solution. Sensing that many of its younger prey were unable to take the cognitive leap from sexually stimulating their organs by hand to sexually stimulating them by oral ministrations, the creature decided to intervene. Sending a mental picture as guide, the creature inserted into each one of its prey the next step necessary to achieve a peak. By this point, the children were laying in a massive pile on the floor; naked, erect, covered in cum while gushing pre-cum, and moaning in desperation while rubbing against each other in despair. This new knowledge hit Ms. Dalmiser's fourth-grade class at the same time and the boys reacted immediately. Like babes seeking their mother's teat, the nine and ten-year-olds suddenly latched onto the closest cocklett available to them, gobbling the boyboners into their mouths as a starving man would attack a meal. Aware that every boy needed release, the creature used a bit of it's influence to help direct the dance, ensuring that each boy was sucking on a rigid pole while a hot mouth was slurping his own taut tool. The wails of misery became wails of debauchery as the boys bobbed up and down on each other's pricks, their awareness flooding back just as pre-cum was flooding their tonsils. Almost as one, fingers were shoved roughly into tight assholes and wiggled around, with some even finding immature prostates and launching their owner's toward the moon. The class began to erupt in orgasm, blast after blast of jizz firing into the stuffed mouths of the boys who continued to bob up and down on their partner despite the copious cum traveling down their throat or spilling out past their lips and around the ejaculating prick. The boys were wild, with some keeping their partner's prick entirely in their mouth while their cheeks bulged with babybatter and others licking their partner as one would lick an ice-cream cone or a lollipop while spurt after spurt of creamy load hit them square in the face. Though there was a very brief rest after each boy had finally stopped ejaculating, none of the boys had the energy to get up or, in many cases, even clean up. David Cook, his short blond hair soaked in cum and plastered against his head, rested his face on Jason Ward inner thigh, his mouth only centimeters from the cocklett that he had just sucked and two of his fingers still buried in Jason's ass. When the overwhelming arousal hit again, the boys, unsurprised, simply shifted over and took a brand new cock into their mouth, sucking enthusiastically as the arousal and the Feeder attached to the back of their neck flooded them with new energy and vigor. For quite some time, the boys massive cocksucking orgy continued as each boy milked load after load out of his classmates. At some point, things began to change. For some of the boys, having fingers up their ass was no longer enough. They needed something new - something better. Boybottoms began to twitch and boyholes began to itch as awareness began to blossom in the minds of many of the boys that a penis, properly inserted, would serve their growing need nicely. When another wave of arousal hit and half the boys suddenly found themselves overwhelmed with the need for their tushies to be penetrated, the careful rhythm that had developed where boys bounced from partner to partner peddling blowjobs derailed entirely. Like a scene from a zombie movie, those with the overwhelming need blossoming in their little puckers turned on their classmates lustily and searched out their prize - a juicy stiff boycock. Instead of gobbling the little morsel into their mouths, however, the boys manhandled their aroused but confused classmates until nine and ten-year-old bottoms were pressed up against horny nine and ten-year-old pricklets. Cries of "No Tommy, stick it in me!" and "In my butt! Put it in my butt!" built in the room until the cacophony of noise was only distinguishable as a symphony of lust and the youngsters wailed the melody of need. As their aroused classmates began to understand what was being asked, those who would be doing the fucking began to take charge, sliding their three and four and, in one rather well endowed ten-year-old, five inch peckers into their now incoherent friends. Yelps of joy from those being fucked and groans of contentment from those doing the fucking created a new melody in the classroom, followed quickly by the "slap slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh. It was a first for the boys, but it would not be the last. As paces quickened because the ingrained mating instinct availed itself to those on top, the melody shifted again - higher and louder and much more raw. Screams of "Harder!" and "Oh! It feels good! So good!" permeated the room. Brice Whitney, embracing the naughty words from the pornography his older brothers sometimes watched when they thought he wasn't around and finally understanding the meaning of those phrases, began to scream "Fuck me Jamie! Yeah Fuck Me! OH SHIT FUCK MEEEEEE AHHHHHHH IIIMMMMMMM CUMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!" as he exploded all over himself, blasts of boycum hitting him hard in the face and chest. He wasn't the only one to climax. Boy after boy erupted, some into the warm and wonderful butthole of the boy he was pounding and some onto themselves. A few of the boys jerked their twitching cocks as they were jackhammered, while others were simply so lost in the pleasurable anal onslaught that they neglected their little stiffys. Some of the more enthusiastic fuckers even gave their partner the benefit of a reach-around, their hands trying to create a rhythm in time with their thrusts. Boys moaned and groaned and wailed in pleasure. When the boys finally stopped cumming and bodies began to slump exhausted to the floor, a lake of cum two inches deep, sighs of satisfaction concluded the symphony. For Elijah Byrd, who had just been vigorously fucked by Joseph Collins, the experience was wonderful and eye opening. Reaching around, his fingers danced across his pucker, teasing the little orifice gently and playing the jizz that was pouring out of him continuously. Pushing one finger in, he groaned slightly at the wonderful jolts of pleasure that his sphincter sent to his brain. He was definitely going to try this again! For sure, the tentacle things had been wonderful when they pounded into him, he thought hazily to himself, but having a person do it felt even better! For Michael Hadley, who had just gotten his nuts off in Liam O'Rourke's ass, the experience had been enlightening. He'd heard of "buttfucking" and now was able to understand the intricacies of that specific dance. Moreover, he knew that this was something he wanted to do again. Over and over and over again if possible. Especially if he could do it with a girl. Girls have buttholes, right? Before the boys could rest too long, another wave of arousal hit en mass and, this time, roles were reversed. Soon, boys were getting to fuck for the first time and experiencing the unique and wonderful feeling of plowing a tight warm asshole. Others got to feel what it was like to have their assholes plowed by another boy. All got to experience another orgasm. Round and round the cycle went, with boys trading off the role of fucker and fuckee regularly. It was wonderful and exciting and made each boy feel such good feelings in their peckers and their buttholes, that many wished it would go on forever. Soon, the boys began to experiment in variety. For whatever reason, the need to have a cock up one's ass dissipated (though when someone started to play with their holes, every boy in the room avidly spread his legs) and boys began to go down on each other enthusiastically. There was nothing better, thought Leo Rollins lustily, than having a hard dick pounding your bottom while a warm mouth bobbed up and down on your pecker. Boys began to use their hands frequently, stoking cocks and balls and sticking fingers into asses. A few of the adventurous boys tried sticking their tongues into each others assholes, to the delight of everyone. Other experimented with sticking tongues into each other's mouths, inciting a wave of pleasurable tongue wars. The bacchanalia continued onward, cum everywhere and lust the currency of the game. To be continued...