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

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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...

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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...