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Hung High School Senior

There’s so many guys in my high school I’d like to go at it with. But none take my cake like head of the drum line and all-round hottie, Seth. And, well, wet dreams can come true ….

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Detention 3

Friday afternoon, at three o’ clock, I reported to Ms. Navarro’s classroom for detention. Chris Green was already there, sitting in one of the desks, and so was another boy, Billy Anderson. I had Billy in a couple of my classes; he was a really good looking dude: about six foot tall, vanilla wafer-colored skin, beautifully muscular arms and a hard chest. Billy had intense black eyes, light stubble around his angular face, short dark brown hair, and a small (compared to Chris), but cute pair of pink lips. He and Chris sat beside each other, talking about something that I couldn’t–and really didn’t care to understand. When they saw me, both of them chuckled a little, and I rolled my eyes and headed for a desk way across the room from them. I assumed that because Chris was around one of his ‘friends’ that he was gonna try to act all hard and shit. He would say shit about me to Billy, and at the end of detention, Chris would ask to come over to my house so that we could fuck. I really wasn’t in the mood for either of their shit today.I hoped that for once they didn’t have anything to say, but of course, they had something to say. They were gonna say as much shit as they could before Ms. Navarro came into the room.
“Is that the faggot that got you in trouble?” Billy asked Chris.
I felt Chris’ eyes on me, but I didn’t look at either of them. I tried to pretend as though I didn’t hear them, but it was hard, because Billy said it extra loud so that I had no choice but to hear it.
“Yeah,” Chris said, faking disgust. “He’s the one. Should go over there and beat his ass.”
“You should,” Billy agreed.
Finally, I turned and looked over at them. They were just waiting for me to say something back to them. “Both of you need to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Don’t fuck with me right now.”
Chris and Billy laughed out loud as though I had just said the funniest joke in the world. Looking at Chris laughing at me when I knew that he was just trying to act all cool in front of Billy pissed me the fuck off. He was a prime example of the reason why I hated high school boys: some of them might be cute, but they’re super fake and immature.
A few minutes later, Ms. Navarro entered the room, carrying a load of papers in her hands. She placed them at her desk and sat in her chair. She looked at all three of us. “I want all of you to be quiet. Nobody moves, nobody talks for a whole hour.”
“Stupid bitch,” Chris muttered.
“What did you say, Christopher?” Ms. Navarro demanded.
“Nothin’,” Chris said. “I didn’t say nothin.”
“That’s what I thought,” the teacher said. “Anymore comments like that, and you’ll be in detention until graduation.”
“Whatever,” Chris whispered.
Half an hour passed. The classroom was silently mostly, except for Billy, who tapped his fingers on the desktop, and the ticking of the clock. I peeked over at Chris, who was looking at me. Everytime I saw Chris’ sexy face, part of the hated I had for him diminished, and I was reminded of the times we had messed around together. I remembered the way his warm lips sliding up and down my dick, the way he forced his eleven inch dick all the way up my ass, the way his whole body trembled whenever he came inside of me, and the way I seemed to melt after I squirted my cum inside his hot, tight ass. The more I thought about that, and the more I looked into Chris’ eyes, the harder my dick got. I didn’t want to get hard, but of course I could never control how my body reacted to Chris Green. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom.
“Hurry back,” she said.
“I have to go to,” Chris said.
Chris saw me push down my hard dick, as I stood. Billy wasn’t even paying attention, he was staring off into space. As I walked to the door, Chris said, “I need to go to the bathroom too.”
Ms. Navarro gave Chris a sharp look. “Wait until Brandon returns.”
“No,” Chris said, “I really need to go now.”
I’m sure he didn’t need to go to the bathroom at all. The only reason why he wanted to go was because I was going. I figured that Ms. Navarro would say no again, but she sighed and said, “Both of you be back here in under two minutes. If you’re not–”
Chris hopped up out of his seat before Ms. Navarro could get her last words out. Billy turned and watched us leave the room. He gave me a look of suspicion as we left the the classroom. The bathroom was located directly around the corner. I went inside and and Chris followed closely behind me. We both stepped up to the urinals at the same time. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff dick. I stood as close as I could to the urinal so that Chris would not be able to see my hard dick. Chris unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock. It hadn’t grown all the way to its full eleven inches, but it was definitely getting there. Unlike me, Chris stood at a distance from the urinal, giving me a full opportunity to see his beautiful dick, and the golden liquid that squirted out of it like a water gun. I tried not to look at Chris’ dick, I tried to prove to myself that I wasn’t that sprung on him, but I couldn’t. I had to look at his dick. After he was finished pissing, Chris started to softly rub the big,, wet head of his cock. He rubbed up and down the shaft slowly, until his dick was hard as wood. I started to rub my own dick slowly.
“Let me see it, B,” Chris said.
“No. Get away from me.”
“What, you mad at me?”
“I don’t feel like talkin to you right now.”
“I wasn’t serious when I was sayin all that mess about you, Brandon. Don’t get all emotional and shit.”
“Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care.”
Chris smiled and started to jerk himself off faster. I saw his ass clench tight within his loose jeans. I wanted to reach over, put my fingers down the back of his pants, and slide them up and down his asscrack. Almost as if he had read my mind, Chris forcibly dug into the back of my jeans, yanked down the waistband of my underwear, and stuck his finger deep into the crack of my ass. I closed my eyes and a soft groan escaped my mouth. Chris moved behind me and pulled my pants and underwear all the way down, exposing my naked ass to him. He pushed me hard against the urinal. With one hand on my lower back, Chris used his other hand to open my ass up wide. “Been thinkin bout this sweet ass all day,” Chris said. He bit my left ass cheek hard. A flood of pleasure coursed through my body. I wanted him to keep going, even though I knew he shouldn’t. Chris opened my ass with both hands, uncovering my asshole. I felt the tip of his wet, silky tongue against my closed hole and my knees weakened. Chris turned his baseball cap backward so that he had better access to my ass. He reached between my legs, found my hard dick, and pulled it backward, toward my ass, toward his mouth. Chris started at the top of my asscrack, continued down to my hole, which was moist enough now to let his tongue slip in a little, down to the piece of skin that connected my asshole to my nutsack, and slipped the head of my dick into his eagerly awaiting, hot mouth.
“You taste better every time,” Chris said as my dick fell out of his mouth.
“…Chris…we have…to go back.”
“Not yet.” Chris returned to eating my ass furiously. Each time his tongue went deeper and deeper into my asshole, I started to sweat all over. I wanted to stay there like that, with him ripping my ass apart with his tongue, but I knew that in a few seconds, Ms. Navarro was gonna send–
Billy walked into the bathroom. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was him. Chris immediately took his face out of my asscrack, jumped to his feet and buttoned up his jeans. I did the same thing. Billy, who didn’t appear disgusted or surprised at all, leaned against the wall, his burly arms crossed over his muscular chest. He looked at Chris and I with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. “She told me to tell you two to get back in the classroom now,” Billy said.
Chris moved away from me as though I had a disease or somethin. “Yo, Billy. It’s not what you think–”
Billy walked out of the bathroom before Chris could finish what he was gonna say.
“FUCK!” Chris yelled. He kicked over one of the wastebaskets, sending used paper towels flying all over the ground. Chris looked at me angrily, as though somehow this was my fault. I could tell that at that one moment, he hated me more than anything he had ever hated in his life. I sure that he was gonna say somethin or try to hit me or somethin, but he didn’t. He flashed me the most hateful look and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me alone.
When I walked back into the classroom, Ms. Navarro asked me, rather annoyed, “What took you so long in the bathroom? I told the both of you to be back in under two minutes?”
“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t trip,” Billy told Ms. Navarro. “Brandon and Chris were just takin a dump. You should go in the bathroom. It’s gonna smell like ass in there for a week.”
I didn’t know whether to feel relieved that Billy had covered for me, or grossed out that he had used that excuse. Chris was slouching in his seat, the bill of his baseball cap shielding his face so that I could not see the anger that was in his eyes.
“Let this be the last time that you take that long, Mr. Newman,” Ms. Navarro. “Now sit back in your seat.”
I did. For the next twenty minutes, I just sat in my desk, worried about having been caught by Billy Anderson. Glancing over in his direction, I saw Chris with his head pointed down, his body frozen as though he were a vegetable or somethin. Billy was looking at me, a strange look in his attractive dark eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking about. He grinned at me, a taunting smile that made me a little bit more worried.
Four fifteen finally came and Ms. Navarro told us that we could leave. Chris got out of his seat first, kicked open the door and left. Billy, still grinning with his awesome, pretty white-toothed smile, got up and headed out of the door. I was the last one to leave, and as I grabbed my backpack, Ms. Navarro said, “I know what the two of you were doing in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I told her. “He just…”
“Are you sure that’s the kind of person that you want to be involved with?”
“I’m not involved with him. And I never will be.” I left the classroom.
I didn’t see Chris or Billy as I passed the parking lot. I looked for Chris’ truck but didn’t see it. But as I walked out of the gates, off campus, I saw Billy standing across the street, leaning against a stop sign, just watching me. I started to hurry along the street, pretending that I didn’t see him.
“Wait up, Brandon,” Billy said.
Billy ran up behind me, placing his firm hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Get off me!” I growled. Billy laughed.
“Don’t get mad at me,” Billy said. “I wasn’t the one doin somethin I shouldn’t have been doin.”
I walked faster to get away from him, but Billy kept following me. “So you’re fuckin Chris Green?”
“Don’t worry bout who I’m fuckin. Stay outta my goddamn business.”
“Such poetic language, Brandon,” Billy said laughing. “But your business is bout to be everybody’s business tomorrow.”
I stopped walking, turned and stared at Billy. He stood there, his hands deep into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, his naked arms flexing. He had really nice looking arms; I had to stop myself from staring at them for too long. “Go ahead and tell whoever you think needs to know,” I said to him. “I have no reputation at this shitty ass school to uphold. I don’t give a fuck what people say about me.”
“Yeah,” Billy responded. “I know you don’t, but Chris does. If I tell people bout how my boy was eatin out your ass then Chris is gonna be fucked. And then he’ll take it out all on you.”
“I didn’t make Chris do anything he didn’t want to do, so I really don’t give a fuck if he gets mad at me. So like I said before, if you wanna go tell the whole world, do the fuckin thing.”
“Didn’t say I was gonna tell,” Billy said. “I said if I tell. I can keep my mouth shut, but that all depends on you.”
“What the fuck do you mean it depends on me?”
Billy looked around to see if anybody was looking. Nobody was around. He took a step closer to me. I didn’t know what he was planning to do, so I got a little nervous. I could smell his body odor. It smelled almost like Chris’ except for Billy’s was stronger. I could smell the must coming from his armpits, and rather I liked it or not, it was starting to make my dick get hard. “If you do to me what Chris did to you, and if you give me head, I won’t tell nobody.” I thought it was a joke at first, that he was just fuckin around with me, but when I looked into his eyes, it was more than obvious that he was deadly serious. I never thought of Billy Anderson as the type of dude that would fuck around with another dude–but then I thought the same thing about Chris Green. Billy was much like Chris in the sense that they were both extraordinarily good-looking with tight bodies, but they both shared the same fucked up, arrogant attitude that I hated (but subconsciously loved) in high school jock type dudes. Billy Anderson had asked me to eat his ass and to suck his dick, both of which I assumed were really nice. My dick got so hard that for a moment I thought it would fall of my body. Billy saw the front of my jeans extend outward and he smiled. He started to rub his own crotch, and I saw his dick lengthen within his pants. The tent I made in my jeans was nothing compared to the fuckin house that Billy made in his jeans. Obviously he and Chris were similar in more ways than just their personalities.
“Okay,” I said, my heart beating quickly and loudly.
“Tight,” Billy responded. “Let’s go up to the gym. Nobody’s there.”
“Are you sure? I already had two weeks of detention for fucking on the floor of Ms. Navarro’s room. I’m not tryin to get caught ever again.”
“Calm down,” Billy said. “I told you, nobody’s gonna be there `cept for us.”
We went back on campus and entered the building which led to the gym. My dick was straining in my semi-tight jeans, waiting to be free. I tried to hold it down with my hand, but it kept popping back up. We went up a case of stairs, me first and Billy behind me. He smacked my butt hard and then squeezed it. “Nice ass,” Billy said.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. His complement meant nothing to me really.
Like Billy had said, the gym was empty. The remaining sunlight filtered through the high windows, giving the whole place a reddish-orange color. Our footsteps echoed as we made our way over to the bleachers. As soon as we entered, Billy took off his shirt and threw it at the base of the bleachers. I can’t think of the right word to describe how beautiful Billy’s naked torso was. The light collected on his hard chest, illuminating every sharp line and curve. His abs were shockingly perfect. Billy kicked off his shoes, started to proceed up the bleachers. As he did this, he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down. Billy bent all the way over as he took his pants off, giving me a perfect view of his stunning, tight ass. It was so fuckin beautiful, and I started to precum knowing that in a few moments, my face would between that butt, fuckin his asshole up with my tongue. But the best part came when Billy turned around. His dick was bigger than my arm, a perfectly cut, thick and long ten inch dick, that pointed toward me like a missile aiming straight for its target. I was drooling at the thought of having that incredibly large dick going down my throat.
“Come up here,” Billy said.
I pulled off my own shirt, my nipples hard. Unfastening my belt, I pulled my pants off and walked naked up the bleacher stairs until I was right in front of Billy, his massive dick waiting for my hungry mouth to let it come inside. “Go for it,” Billy told me. Putting my hands on Billy’s hard hips, I brought my face closer to his crotch, opened my mouth, and invited his dick to enter through my lips. Billy groaned and his big, tight nutsack bounced. I got most of his cock in my throat, and with the rest, Billy thrust his hips forward hard, sending the remaining three or so inches down my throat. I grabbed on to his hard ass to keep myself balanced. “Suck that dick,” Billy moaned. “Keep doin that shit.” Although I hated to admit it, I kinda missed the way Chris and I insulted each other as we fucked, the way we used to fight each other when we went at it. Billy continued to fuck my mouth hard and fast, sending his dick deeper into me each time. I had to struggle to keep up with his quick rhythms. Billy grabbed me by both ears and slammed me onto his dick, all the way, so that my lips were kissing his thick, black pubes. Billy gyrated in my mouth, popping his hips forward, raping my mouth with his big dick. He was leaking his precum all over my tongue and I enjoyed every drop of it. Suddenly, Billy pushed my forehead with the palm of his hand, sending his dick out of my mouth. “Now it’s time for the other side,” Billy said. He turned around and pressed his beautiful ass against my face. “I just wanna feel your tongue in my ass, dude. Nothin else–no fingers, and if your dick even comes in the area of my ass, I’m throwin you off these bleachers.” Now he was beginning to sound a lot like Chris and my interest increased. Him saying that he didn’t want to me to invade his ass with my finger or dick was just his way of begging to be fucked.
“Bend over some,” I told him.
Billy did as I asked. His tight ass spread a little, but I would have to use my hands to pry it apart. Once I did get his butt open, I wasn’t able to see his asshole too clearly because of the lacking light, but I found it with my tongue, and the moment that my tongue connected to his hot, sweaty hole, Billy started to tremble. I started off slow, doing gentle circles around the rim, getting him moist enough so that later I would jam my tongue all the way his ass. Billy groaned and I started to work faster with my tongue, going in crazy circles and zig-zag patterns. “Goddamn,” Billy moaned, “I like that shit. Do it some more.” I went on to eat his ass out like a wild animal. Once I got his asshole wet enough, I thrust upward with my tongue, sending about a fourth of my tongue past his gates and into the smooth warmth of his ass. “FUCK!” Billy yelled. He held on to the bleacher stairs in front of him to maintain his balance. I gave his asshole no mercy; I did my best to run a fuckin hurricane through his ass with my tongue. I took my tongue part way out of his hole and then dug it right back it, making Billy scream out so loud that his voice echoed about four times throughout the gym. Licking my index and middle fingers, I continued to lick his asscrack up and down for a little bit before I finally took my tongue out. Taking a real good look at his pretty ass, I spread his tight cheeks apart again, and spat a large wad of spit on asshole. I rubbed it around his asshole, and without warning, I shoved my thumb up Billy’s asshole as far as it would go.
“SHIT!” Billy bellowed. Once again his voice echoed several times. I ripped my thumb out of his ass and Billy exhaled sharply. But before he could catch his breath, I stuck my middle finger into his ass and started to whirl it around with his tight, hot ass. “Oh fuck,” Billy moaned, “Oh, fuck…Chris was right…”
I had shoved my middle finger so far up his ass that it had almost swallowed my knuckle. But when Billy said that, I snatched my finger out as hard as it could. “Chris was right bout what?” I asked.
“Nothin’,” Billy said.
I jammed both my index finger and middle finger into Billy’s ass at the same time. Billy’s ass clenched tightly around my fingers. “Chris was right about what?” I repeated. I finger fucked him hard and deep. Billy groaned and moaned so much that I thought he was gonna cry.
“Nothin’,” Billy answered. “He didn’t tell me nothin’.”
Again I snatched my fingers out of Billy’s ass; Billy whimpered and arched his back. My dick was painfully hard now and I was tired of using my finger to fuck him. I wanted to use the real thing now. “Tell me what Chris said bout me. If you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“I fuckin’ dare you,” Billy said.
I grabbed Billy by the hips, pointed my hard dick in the direction of his waiting hole, and prepared to dig myself inside of his hot ass. “I’m gonna fuckin ass you one more fuckin time: What did that asshole Chris say about me?”
“You might as well go `head and start to stick me, `cause I’m not sayin shit,” Billy said.
“If that’s what you want.”
With one easy motion, I forced my dick into Billy’s hole, all the way his ass, hitting his pleasure spot. The feeling of his hot ass hugging around my hard dick paralyzed me with lust for a couple of seconds. Billy’s whole body tensed and I heard his grit his teeth as though he were repressing the world’s biggest scream. “You better not try and scream,” I said. “Take this fuckin big dick and shut the fuck up.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Billy groaned.
Gripping Billy by the hips, I pounded his ass, his butt mashing up against my stomach as I went all the way deep inside of him. “Tell me what Chris told you,” I said.
“No.”
I gave him a quick, very hard thrust, sending my dick even further against his ass. “Tell me.”
Billy relented. “Fuck!” he yelled. “He said….” Billy growled again as I beat his insides up with my dick. “He said that you were…oh shit I’m bout to cum…” I reached around to his front, grabbed his dick and squeezed it really hard at the same time that I was ripping him out.
“Tell me what he said.”
“I’m bout to bust,” Billy cried. His whole body spasmed and his dick trembled in my hand. Seconds later, a flood of thick, burning hot cum spilled out of his dick, all over my hand. Billy continued to convulse as I fucked him hard. I was miles away from cumming, and I could keep fuckin him all day if I wanted to. With my fingers covered with Billy’s sticky cum, I forced my fingers into his mouth.
“Lick it,” I told him. “Eat your nut.”
Billy licked my fingers dry until there was no more of his cum left on my hand. I continued to fuck him and Billy continued to moan, obviously not tired not yet. “What did Chris tell you?”
From behind me, two hands grabbed my waist, and a naked dick rubbed up against my asshole. I recognized the strong body odor. I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Chris. He put his dick inside of my asscrack, rubbing it up and down the length. I almost melted with his touches, even though I was still fucking Billy. Whispering intimately in my ear, Chris told me, “I told Bill here that you were the best fuck in this school, and that he had to try you out.” And with saying that, Chris slammed his eleven inch dick deep into my ass, and all three of our moaning voices mixed together, forming one big continuous echo that never stopped.

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Like Old Times, the wrap up

The sun was shining in my kitchen window, and as beautiful day as it appeared, I was preoccupied. As I sat in a chair, I looked down at my lap, to see my bare legs spread, and the top of Mike’s head. There was no sign of my erect penis, as it was totally buried in Mike’s mouth.
Mike was sucking on me, and slowly, slowly, slid his mouth up and off my cock. It gave me a tingling sensation, starting on the skin of my organ and radiating all over my body. The guy was good at this, and I loved it.
My lover just looked at my cock for a minute, occasionally giving it a lick, or a quick suck. He’d slide his tongue down and up the sensitive underside, and I’d throb in response, making my cock spring away from his licking and drop back against his tongue. Mike looked up at me, and after a pause, said “I love your cock. It’s a beautiful hunk of meat.”
“Thanks, and I love yours too.”
Mike paused and I could tell he was gathering his thoughts. “Remember when you told me about your neighbor with the smaller dick, and you did ‘almost everything’?” He looked me straight in the eye, and I could tell he wanted the rest of the story.
I replied, “So you want to know it all?” Mike nodded. I went on, “Well, we were going to try anal one night. We lubed me up real good, and he was already hard and poked my hole, and next thing I knew he had slid inside me. He didn’t say anything, but started to slide in and out of me a little. I began to meet his thrusts, and I realized that I wanted him to come inside of me. But suddenly he took it out; he never explained why but he didn’t want to do it any more. We never discussed it, though we continued to blow each other after that.”
Mike reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock, then said, “Lately I’ve wanted you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure, man? I hear that it hurts, at first anyway.”
“It can’t be too terrible, gay guys do it all the time. And haven’t you thought of sticking that beautiful dick in me?” I had to admit to myself that I did. I got up and went to my end table for some lube, my stiff cock waving back and forth as I did. When I got back, Mike pulled me to him and put his mouth back on my cock. He started moving up and down on me, and I could see his stiff rod throbbing as he worked.
Mike took his mouth off me and took the lube out of my hand. He put a glob in his hand and slathered it on my rod. Then he stood up and put another glob on his fingers, and reached through his legs to coat the outside of his hole. “Put some inside me,” he said, then turned and bent over a chair.
I took the lube and put some on my finger, and found his tight hole, sliding in one finger. Mike said, “Oh…. that heightens my senses.” And I could tell because his cock throbbed and made his balls roll. The idea of fucking him was making my rod harder; I approached him and put the head of my cock against his pucker. Mike said, “Just put the head in.” I applied pressure and felt my head pop into his asshole. He grunted a little, and I let it rest there.
After a minute, Mike said, “OK, slide in a little farther.” I did so, and suddenly I could feel the pressure and warmth of his insides around my cock, and it felt great! I moaned, and Mike followed. I gave it some time, at first just savoring the pressure against my cock, with my hands holding his hips. Mike’s strong back looked so sexy. I slowly slid my hands around and found his meat, which was still hard. I wrapped around it and gave him a squeeze, and he throbbed in response. I stretched a little to cup his balls, and found I was slowly going farther into his ass; in response, Mike slid back against me.
Mike reached between his legs and felt my cock in him, and moaned, “God, it’s so sexy to feel you there. Slide it in a little farther, it’s not so uncomfortable now.” I did as he said, now having about three of my six inside. The farther I went in, the better it felt on my cock; the pressure and heat was making me feel great. Mike suddenly pushed back, and I was buried to the balls.
It’s hard to describe how it felt. To me, it was a tighter fit than pussy, but had a different feel to it. It was really intense, though. I slowly started to move in and out, just a little, and the pressure on my dick started sending me up right away. I stopped so I wouldn’t lose it too soon. I wanted to return the favor, so I reached around and found his cock, somewhat deflated, so I caressed it and slid my hand slowly up and down it. Mike was enjoying this too, I could tell. As I ran my hand slowly up and down his shaft, he throbbed and I could feel his veins. I started slowly sliding out, about halfway, then back in.
I started a slow repeating fuck on his asshole. I was starting to build already and stopped, but Mike said, “I want your cum in me, now. Fuck me!” In I went, and my pleasure built as I humped him, faster now, then I pumped him hard, in and out. Before I knew it, I was pumping him with short jabs, and as my climax built I could feel my cum suddenly pumping out my cock and filling Mike’s hole. I froze and cried out, then with my own jism lubing the way I gave him some hard thrusts, which make my orgasm last so… long. I slowed and just felt the pleasure of afterglow.
I managed to say, “Mike…that…was…amazing”, and I ran my hands up and down his sides. Mike slid forward and I fell to my knees. He turned and his hard cock was throbbing in front of my face. I immediately took him in my mouth; I wanted to do for him like he did for me. He urgently and hoarsely said, “I want your face, John.” I opened wide and angled my face to give him a straight shot. He held the sides of my head and started pumping his meat into my mouth, his head going right to the back of my throat. He stopped every few seconds to let me breathe, but his urgency was there, so when he withdrew I sucked him hard and ran my tongue over his sensitive area. He just said, “so good…” – I sucked hard and started sliding my head up and down on him. He half grunted and half cried out, took my head and buried himself in me, then he froze and I could feel him throb in my mouth, pumping his cum down my throat.
Mike slowly relaxed, and I slid off his rod. We laid down on the floor and cuddled up. I said, “Fucking you was incredible, Mike. You gotta try that.” “Man, I’m spent. That was one hard cum.” We sat quietly for a while. After a bit, we got a couple of beers and sat on the couch, still naked, and cuddled up.
The next time Mike and I got together, I made good on my promise and got his dick inside me. After a few minutes it felt pretty good, and I got to like the feel of his meat inside me. We didn’t fuck a lot, but did so pretty regularly. We both liked blowjobs a lot, so that was our regular thing.
Every once in a while Cathy would join us, and in time she and Mike would fuck. Sometimes I’d watch, and sometimes she or Mike would suck me off while they screwed. Cathy gave good head, but Mike still gave great head. It was a good run, and we kept each other satisfied for a long time. It was great to have a resurrection of our sex lives when we were in our upper mid-lives, made us feel almost like kids. Cumming is one of the good things in life, and we made the most of it.

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Hell Hath No Fury…Ch2

Please read Ch1 before you begin this part as it will make much more sense.This chapter isn’t nearly as long as the first thankfully. Hope you enjoy. Ch3 is finished on paper, I have yet to copy it to the computer though. Currently working on Ch4. Thanks for reading.

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Vickie’s Abduction

Vickie unknowingly gets the attention of a local stalker rapist as she shops at the local super market. He kidnaps her and rapes her as she worries about him killing her. Her thoughts were to survive what ever he does to her.

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Monica becomes a SUB II – Punishment & Training

Monica picks up the story.
I know I have severely disappointed my Sensei and that now I will be punished. I find I’m looking forward to the punishment on many levels and that confuses me. Is this what I’ve always wanted? Is my mind sick? I’m led down to the cellar where I see, in the middle of the room, a chain hung from the rafter with what looks like Velcro straps and two more fastened to the floor. I feel my cunt twitch and become wet. Ironically, though I’ll be restrained, I feel a sense of freedom, a complete loss of control. What I’ve been wanting most of my life. . Submission.
Sensei leads me to the chains, removes my robe, and tells me to raise my hands above my head. He tells me to stand on the balls of my feet and stretch higher and then he fastens the cuffs around my wrists. I’m left with all my weight on the balls of my feet and my toes. I’m told to move my feet out to spread my legs. I do but it’s painful to my toes moving like that. My ankles are fastened to the cuffs and I am wide open.
Nothing happens for what seems like hours but is really only minutes or maybe seconds. I hear a WHOOSH – SMACK. The pain on my left buttock is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s in a very small spot but the pain radiates outward like a pebble dropped into water. Before I can process the feeling completely WHOOSH – SMACK on my right cheek. I open my mouth to scream, knowing that I shouldn’t, but nothing comes out. My mind is so confused with the pain that I can’t form a coherent thought. WHOOSH – SMACK now on the inside of my left thigh. My God! WHOOSH – SMACK on the inside of my right thigh. The pain from my ass and thighs has radiated to a spot close to my anus and I feel an unfamiliar tingle there. Why? I don’t understand. As my brain processes the pain and the new tingle a single thought appears. This is good. I feel pleasure in the pain. I feel the wetness building in my pussy and am afraid it will drop to the floor. I want more but it is a mistake to ask. I don’t think my Sensei will disappoint though.
Sensei has moved in front of me now and I see the instrument of my pleasure/pain. It’s a riding crop. A long thin stick of plastic with a small leather strap at the end. WHOOSH – SMACK on top of my right breast just above the aureole. It spreads like fire and now my nipple is aflame and engorged. Another strike to the exact same spot on my left breast so that both nipples are harder than I’ve ever seen them and I am engulfed in a pleasure that I can feel in my whole body. Where has this pleasure been all my life? I embrace it now with my entire being and can’t wait for the next strike. The leather of the crop lands on my cunt lips right over my clit. The entire world is reduced to the waves of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t hear. My legs no longer support me so I hang by my wrists.
“Thank you, Sensei, for my punishment. May I please cum now, please?”
“Yes”
The next sensation is like no other I’ve ever felt but pray I will feel again. This is what it’s like when your entire body, not just your pussy, cums. My juices poured from my cunt and streamed down my legs. The accumulated pleasure in my tits, pussy, and anus was so overwhelming I let go and just experience it. I am not embarrassed by my debasement; I am liberated. My ankles and then my wrists are released and I melt to the floor as if I had no bones.
“Lick up those juices from the floor. They’re not to be wasted.”
I lick the juices hungrily. They are musky and strong but they are mine and I can’t get enough.
“When the floor is clean come up to the living room and lay face down on the couch.”
“Yes, Sensei.”
I continue to lick the floor until I can find no more of the heady fluid. I stand with difficulty and am quite wobbly but make my way up the stairs and lay face down on the couch. Sensei kneels on the floor beside me and rubs lotion on both his hands. He then caresses the lotion on my ass cheeks where the crop had struck. He repeats the process on my inner thighs, has me roll over, and lotions my breasts. He is showing me that punishment does not exclude love; punishment is love. Warmth suffuses my body and I am overwhelmed with emotion. My nipples harden and my pussy is wet. I am where I’ve always wanted to be.
Kyle continues the story.
I sent Monica upstairs to shower and instructed her to give herself no fewer than 3 enemas. I also instructed her to trim her pussy so that there was no hair below the top of the cleft and any hair above was neatly trimmed. Having inspected her lush body downstairs, I was more turned on than ever. My dick was harder than it’s ever been. I’ve never measured it but I’d guess it’s between 7 to 8 inches long and 1.5 to 2 inches thick when hard. It softens to about half that. My balls are the size of chicken eggs and the sack hangs down below my flaccid cock. Once while showering after a swim meet, I noticed a younger guy, probably a freshman, staring at my package out of the corner of my eye. I decided to have some fun so I slowly soaped my way down my chest and ran my hand from base to head on my cock and then back to the base. I pulled the loose skin below the head back (I’m cut) and soaped around the head. The guy was so engrossed that he couldn’t see me watching and his dick was stiffening so I lifted my dick with one hand and soaped my balls slowly with the other. He was now completely hard and unconsciously stroking himself faster. I turned my back to him, bent over slightly so my ball sack would be visible between my legs, spread my ass cheeks, and ran a hand the length of the crack. I put my index finger into my asshole up to the first knuckle and ran it in and out a couple of times. I couldn’t see him anymore but I heard him moan. I just smiled, rinsed off, and got dressed. I noticed my dick had gotten semi-hard which made me wonder; am I bisexual? Very possible. But I digress.
Monica returned naked and smelling like lilacs. Her plump body nearly glowed and she was smiling.
“How do you feel, child?”
“Like I’ve been reborn, Sensei. I want to thank you again for my punishment and tell you that even though I don’t want to displease you, I hope it happens again, soon.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I still can’t put it into words, Sensei, but yes, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“Did you learn from it?”
“Oh yes, Sensei, and I learned how much your truly love me.”
“I’m glad. Now I require relief. Come kneel in front of me and remove my shorts.”
She literally ran over to me and dropped to her knees between my outstretched legs. I lifted my butt as she drew my shorts and boxers down and off. I hadn’t showered yet so I imagine the smell was quite pungent. No matter.
“Now I will instruct you on how to give me proper oral pleasure. I require pleasure from a blowjob. That pleasure isn’t measured by how fast you can bob your lips up and down my cock but how slowly and sensually. You make love to it like it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever had in your mouth. Your tongue reaches out for all of the tastes that it can find and relishes them. Your hand moves on the shaft in rhythm with your lips and tongue. Start by tonging and gently sucking my balls.”
She started by lifting my cock and laying it back gently on my stomach and holding it there. With her other hand underneath my ball sack she lifted it and began licking and sucking. The feeling was incredible. I laid my head back on the couch and enjoyed.
Monica tells of her first blowjob.
I had never given a man a blowjob in my life. My dear, gentle husband thought it was demeaning and would never let me taste him. Now my mind and my eyes were focused on the only thing I wanted to do in my life to this point; make mouth love to my Sensei’s genitals. The scent of his sex and sweat was strong but I couldn’t get enough of it and breathed in slowly and deeply. As I laid my tongue on those beautiful things my mind and senses exploded. The smell, the taste, the texture on my tongue, the sight before my eyes, the weight of them in my hand! All my senses were saturated, my heart melted, and my only function on earth was to make love to these incredible creatures. I licked, I sucked, I kissed, and still it wasn’t enough. I lifted the heavy sack and continued on the back of his balls. Oh my God! Lick, suck, kiss. A new aroma reached my nose and my tongue went in search of it. I licked that small area between the base of my lust and his nether hole. That wasn’t it but the enticing smell was stronger. With no hesitation, no thought to what I was doing, I continued until I found the source and thought I might faint from the desire in me. Nothing could stop me from licking around the puckered hole that my tongue had found. More sensory overload; the taste, the smell, the feel of it on my tongue. Yes. I tried to lick the taste off because I wanted it but to my delight I couldn’t. There was more. I probed the tight little hole with my tongue but couldn’t penetrate it. I tunneled my tongue and finally got the tip into the hole but found it impossible to keep it there. This was heaven but I’d neglected Sensei’s balls and thought I might be in trouble. I left my new found joy and worked my way back up to that sack and was just as happy there.
“It’s time for you to make love to my cock, child.”
OH YES! A new sensation but a new challenge. I brought that gorgeous length of man meat from his stomach to an inch in front of my face. It was slightly stiff but not completely hard yet. I licked the shaft from the base slowly to the head. A new taste and feel! I kissed the purple mushroom head and whispered “I love you”. The smell and taste was overpowering and I couldn’t wait anymore so I put the head to my lips and let it part them until I could feel the head resting on my tongue. I swirled my tongue around it and let the rest enter my mouth as far as it would go. My tongue darted everywhere to discover the new tastes and textures. The shaft was now completely hard. The head had reached the back of my throat but there was still more shaft that I wanted in my mouth. Not knowing how to solve this dilemma from experience I swallowed a few times while trying to get the head farther in. In the middle of a swallow, I felt the head slide past my gag point and into my throat. I stopped for just a few seconds and was able to overcome the gag reflex and became comfortable with the huge mushroom where it was. I wanted to scream out my joy – I did it! But knew I wasn’t done. Time was irrelevant so I don’t know how long I worked my lips up and down the hard shaft. I only knew that I had to make this living thing in my mouth and throat feel better than it had ever felt before. I didn’t work it, I loved it. My body was on fire with the joy of it. My body was moving to a sexual peak to which it had never been. Too soon
.
“I’m going to release my seed into your mouth now, child. Put just the head in your mouth and suck my seed out of my balls.”
I slid the shaft out until just the head was in my mouth and continued to lick, suck, and love the shaft with my hand. I didn’t want it to end but I wanted to taste the cum more than anything. I took a chance and let the cock out of my mouth as I looked at my God, my Sensei.
“Please, Sensei, fill my mouth with your love. Give me what I crave and let me taste your juices as I have tasted the rested of you. Cum for me now.”
I took the mushroom back into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I could feel a new tension in the shaft in my hand and prepared as much as I could, never having had a man cum in my mouth before. The first jet hit the back of my throat and then lay down in a rope back to its source. I reveled in the force and the taste of it. I was swallowing when the next rope was released and almost gagged but fought it, blocked my throat, and finished my swallow. I couldn’t concentrate on the taste as much as I wanted to if I was to swallow it all. The force of the jets started to decrease after I don’t know how many so I was able to save the juice in my mouth until he was finished. My taste buds were alive with the salty sweetness and just the man taste. I finally swallowed the last of it but the taste lingered and I savored it. The beautiful prick softened and just slid out of my mouth.
“That was excellent, child. You’ve done that before.”
“Oh No, Sensei. You are the first man that I’ve had in my mouth. Thank you I loved it!”
“You’re welcome, slut. You are a slut aren’t you?”
“I am your slut, Sensei, yes. I am your whore and your slut, a worthless cunt and I want to be used in any way that pleases you. I love when you call me those names.”
“I’m going to shower now, little cunt, and I want you to rest and when I come back we’ll continue your training.”
“May I bathe you again my Sensei?”
“Not this time my bitch. Rest, you’ll need it.”
Kyle continues.
I took a long shower and thought about what I had planned for my little sub. Up to now my Dom fetish was being satisfied even more than I’d hoped but any self-will she may still have needed to be eliminated. I dried off and put on just shorts; no shirt or underwear. When I got to the living room she was sprawled on the couch with her head back on the cushion and her eyes closed. I could see shiny streaks on her thighs where pussy juice had dried.
“Get up whore.” I thought she’d fall off the couch.
“I’m awake, Sensei.”
“Go over and kneel over that puddle of piss you left on the floor. Now lay down in it and roll around in it until there’s more on you than on the floor. Smear it on your body with your hands then get your nose down in it. I want you to smell your mistake.”
She got down and rolled that big body in the puddle and smeared it on her face. Then she stuck her nose down and took a good whiff of it.
“Did you smell it, pig?”
“Yes, Sensei.”
“What did it smell like?”
“It smelled like piss, Sensei.”
“It should have smelt like failure you fucking whore. Now go to the kitchen and get something to clean up the rest of it while it dries on your body. Be quick!”
When she was finished I yelled “Kneel” and she kneeled up straight.
“Now lift a tit to your mouth and lick it.”
“But
”
“Did you say BUT?”
“No, Sensei.”
“Well, what does it taste like?”
“Failure, Sensei.”
I had two items in my hand that I’d purchased earlier. One was a butt plug and the other was a tube of lube. The plug was shaped like a spade on a deck of cards but being her first, it wasn’t very wide at the bulb. I had others in the box. I laid them on the floor in front of her.
“That is a butt plug and lube. You may use as much of the lube as you need. You have 2 hours to work the plug into your little asshole. Your ass will be pointed at me at all times so I can watch your progress. Have you ever had anything up your asshole before? Have you ever been butt fucked?”
“Oh No, Sensei. The only thing that has ever gone up my ass is the enema I had earlier. I don’t think that plug will fit in me. It looks awfully big!”
“It will fit so I suggest you use the lube wisely and get started. You might want to loosen it up with your fingers first. You have 1 hour and 55 minutes left.”
Monica snatched up the lube and the plug and smeared the lube on. I threw her a pillow to rest her head on so she could bend over and use both hands. She put a lubed index finger to her little pucker hole and explored it. She slid the finger in to the first knuckle and stopped to see what it felt like. Deciding it wasn’t all bad she ran the finger around the sphincter a few times. She worked the finger in and out in a mini-fuck and I heard an “OHH” and a soft moan. At this point she was thinking this wasn’t gonna be that hard. She grabbed the plug, spread her cheek with one hand, and put the point of the plug to her hole with the other. She pushed the plug in until it started to widen just past the width of the finger she’d used then started to fuck herself with it. Feeling cocky, she tried to push in another half inch and quickly discovered the point where her asshole was stretched to the point of pain and I heard a definite grunt. She began to understand that the trick was to push it to the pain threshold and a little past then wait for the pain to subside. After 30 minutes she was fucking herself with just over an inch and a half of plug and seemed to be enjoying it. Another 30 minutes saw another half or more disappear in her slowly widening hole. Since she couldn’t see the plug, she had no clue how much was left until she reached the widest part of the plug and just beyond when the bulb would narrow to nothing. With every thrust in she pushed harder until she had to let the pain ebb again. 90 minutes in now and she was close to the bulb but just couldn’t take the pain of the final push. She held what she had for a minute and then a change seemed to come over her. Her breathing had slowed and her body had stopped quivering. With no noise I was amazed as I watched the bulb go forward steadily until it was in her ass and her sphincter started to close over the narrowing base of the bulb to the stem. After a minute of heavy breathing she raised up to her knees and turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. She smiled as best she could and had a look of pride on her face.
“Very good cum hound. How does it feel?”
“I feel full, Sensei. I feel like I have to shit but I did it.”
“Yes you did and now a reward. You may bathe or shower, your choice. Then we’ll have dinner, relax, and go to bed.”
“You honor me, Sensei. Thank you.”
Monica finishes the story of her first day of training.
I gave myself the most luxurious bath I’ve ever had, pampered with oils and scents. After drying, I went down to the kitchen where my Sensei had prepared a delicious meal for us. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him or the smile off my face. He was my master and I’ve never felt so loved. When we went to bed he made the most tender, passionate love to me that I have ever experienced. His foreplay brought me to the brink of orgasm several times and I had to beg him for release when I felt that magnificent cock at the entrance to my, his, cunt. He released me and the wave swept me to another new peak of pleasure. He fucked me slow then faster. Soft then harder. Tears were streaming out of my eyes as I had never been here before. I had little cums and big cums until it ran together into one continuous cum. I passed out when the first jet of his seed hit my cervix; thinking that tomorrow was another training day.
Next – Advanced training.

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The Island, Chapter 17

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric
). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

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Detention 4

It didn’t take long for Chris to cum in my ass. He took his big dick out of me and stuffed it back into his zipper. Billy Anderson had already put on his clothes and was heading down the bleachers. “Hey, wait up,” Chris said as Billy was heading out of the gym door. I put on my shirt, grabbed my backpack, and started to make my way down the bleachers as well.
“Chris, I need to talk to you,” I said. He ignored me. I hurried to catch up with him, grabbing him by one of his broad shoulders to make him stop. “Chris, I said I need to talk to you.”
“What about, B?” he asked.
We both exited the gymnasium and headed out to the parking lot. The night was approaching quickly. I needed to get home before my mother came from work. Billy walked ahead of us, heading out of the gates. “Yo Billy,” Chris said, “I’ll hit you up later.”
“Alright,” Billy yelled back and disappeared around a corner.
Chris strolled over to his big, white truck, which was parked off campus, way down the street. I followed behind him. “Will you wait one fuckin minute so that I can talk to you?” I said.
“You can talk and walk at the same time, can’t you?” Chris asked.
“Why did you tell Billy Anderson about us?”
Chris didn’t say anything. He walked a bit faster. “Stop!” I yelled.
“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance.
“I wanna know why you told Billy Anderson about the two of us.”
Chris walked up to me, close enough that I could smell the alluring scent of his sweaty body. “I told him you gave me head a few times, nothin’ special. He asked me if you would suck his dick and I said told him probably.”
A part of me couldn’t believe that he was saying that to me, and the other part was mad at me for not thinking that he wouldn’t say that about me. “Is that all you think I am, Chris? The little gay boy that sucks your dick?”
Giving me one of his trademark cocky grins, Chris told me, “What else would I think bout you, B?” I wanted to knock the shit outta him right there. “And what are you so mad about anyway?” he asked. “I saw you suckin Bill’s dick, eatin his ass out. You know you liked it. Neither one of us forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Don’t be mad at me cause you feel all guilty now.”
“Who said anything bout me feelin guilty? It’s about you disrespecting me.”
Chris shrugged. “Well, I don’t respect you, B. You don’t respect me. Thought that shit was already understood.” He took another step forward and grabbed my dick through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze; it started to harden. “We fuck. We don’t hug and kiss, we don’t go to the movies, we don’t call each other on the phone and say stupid shit to each other…we just fuck. You’re not my boyfriend. You never will be.”
“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” I told him, snatching his hand off my crotch. “I don’t want shit from you.”
Chris squeezed my ass. “Oh yeah. You want somethin from me.”
“You’re not as tight as you think you are,” I told him.
Again, Chris shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, B. Maybe I’m not.” He still wore that same arrogant smile.
“And you can cut out all that passive aggressive shit,” I said.
Chris turned and walked away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about, B. See you tomorrow in detention.” I watched him, mad as fuck, as he got into his truck and drove away, leaving me lookin like a fuckin idiot, alone on the sidewalk. I angrily began to make my way toward the bus stop.
I didn’t get home until after seven o’ clock. My mother was in the kitchen making dinner. “Brandon, where the hell have you been?” she asked.
“Was at the library,” I said. She didn’t know that I had been having detention for the past week and a half.
“Food is almost ready,” she said.
I really wasn’t feeling hungry. I went to my room, closed the door, and plopped on my bed. I tried to do my homework, but I kept thinkin about Chris; tried listening to the radio, but of course, all I could do was think about Chris. Thinkin about him was buggin the shit outta me! I reached under my pillow and took out Chris’ jockstrap, the one he had worn the first time he had come over my house and we had fucked on my bed. It smelled just like him, just like his sweaty balls. My dick got rock hard as I continued to sniff the crotch area of the jock. Pulling down my zipper, my cock popped out and I started to stroke it. It was still sticky from before and still smelled like Billy Anderson’s hot ass. I laid flat on my bed, with Chris’ jockstrap still in one hand, and proceeded to jack myself off, thinkin about all the times that Chris and I had fucked. The thought of his massive, eleven inch dick driving hard and fast up my ass made me start to sweat. I pulled off my shoes, pants, underwear, completely. As I played with my balls, I imagined Chris Green’s full lips sliding up and down my shaft, covering my nuts, his tongue wiping my asscrack, entering my hole, tongue fucking me. My mouth watered at the thought of swallowing his hot, hard big cock, him raping my mouth, me drinking his sweet and sour cum, of him drinking mine. When I was ready to shoot my load, I covered my dick with Chris’ jockstrap, spilling my cum all over the front of it. Stuffing the strap under my bed, I put on my pants and left my room for dinner.
The next day in detention, I made sure to sit as far away from Chris and Billy as I could. Both of them kept looking at me the entire time, whispering to each other and then laughing. Whenever I would look over in their direction, Chris would wink his eye and Billy would lick his lips and they both would burst out laughing. I tried to ignore them, to act like they weren’t bothering me. But they were, especially Chris. He always knew how to piss me off. After detention, Chris and Billy left together, laughing, probably about me. I was almost out of the door when my teacher, Ms. Navarro said to me, “You don’t need to come in tomorrow, Brandon.”
I turned around. “What?”
“This is your last day of detention. You don’t need to come in anymore.”
“What about Billy and Chris?”
“They still have to be here tomorrow. But not you,” she said.
“Why not Chris? He’s had detention as long as me. How come he has to stay longer?”
Ms. Navarro gave me a sharp look. “Do you really care that much?”
I didn’t answer her. I just left the classroom.
My cell phone rang later that night about twenty minutes after midnight. I didn’t want to answer it, but it kept on ringing and was driving me insane. Sitting up in bed I answered it: “Hello?”
“It’s me.” For some reason I didn’t recognize the guy’s voice, partly because I was half-asleep, and the other part because he was whispering.
“Me who?”
“It’s me you dumb ass–Chris.”
I rolled my eyes in the dark. “What the fuck are you calling me for at twelve thirty at night?”
“Wanted to see you. Come outside.”
“What?”
“I’m outside your house,” Chris said. “Come out here.”
I didn’t really believe that he was actually outside my house, so I got out of my bed and headed over to my window, looking outside onto the dark street. Sure enough, I saw Chris’ white truck parked along the sidewalk, headlights on and everything. “Are you serious? What the fuck are you doin here?”
“You know why I’m here. Just come outside.”
I was annoyed and still sleepy, but I wanted to see him anyway. “Give me ten minutes,” I told him and hung up. I took a two minute shower, brushed my teeth, some wrinkled clothes, and I headed outside to Chris’ truck.
“Took your ass long enough,” Chris said as I got inside of the truck.
“I can’t believe you came to my house at midnight.”
Chris turned on the engine and we started to cruise down the street. “I was thinkin bout you.”
“No you wasn’t. You just wanted to fuck.”
Chris chuckled. “That too.” He took one hand off the steering wheel and used it to reach inside of the sweatpants I wore to grab my thickening dick. “You wanted to fuck too.” He massaged my nutsack with his warm hand, before taking it out and sniffing his fingers. “Love the way your balls smell, B.” I placed my hand on his dick, and I felt it growing beneath his baggy jeans. I unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper. He wore no underwear so it was easy to find his giant stick. It felt really warm in my hand, and it grew and hardened until all eleven inches were revealed. I wet my palm with my spit and rubbed around the big head of Chris’ dick. He groaned lightly at first and then more as I start to go up and down the long, thick shaft. I bent my head down toward his dick to suck it, but Chris stopped me. “Not yet, B. You’ll make me crash into somethin.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there,” Chris said.
I continued to stroke Chris’ dick. His precum was dripping on my fingers and I licked it up. “Don’t even know why I’m goin anywhere with you, especially after what you said bout me today.”
“What did I say?” Chris asked innocently.
“You basically said that I was your cum bucket and that you didn’t like me.” I squeezed Chris’ dick really hard and his hips jerked upward.
“If I didn’t like you, B, I wouldn’t be comin’ over your house at twelve o clock in the morning. You wouldn’t be in this truck.”
“Maybe you was just desperate and couldn’t find somebody else to fuck.”
“I can always find somebody to fuck, B.”
I looked outside and realized that we were back at our school. “What are we doing here, Chris?”
He took my hand off his dick, put it back into his jeans, and pulled up his zipper.
“Just come on, B.” Chris parked the car on the sidewalk, stopped the engine, and got out of the truck into the dark night. Reluctantly, I did the same. We entered the campus and I followed Chris as he made his way toward the football field. Because the moon was out, there was enough light for me to able to see where I was going.
The football field was almost unnaturally quiet. I was so used to hearing people shouting, and people running all over the place, that it seemed unreal that we were the only two people on campus. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be; there was occasional breezes, but I was fine without a jacket. I followed Chris to the middle of the field where we stopped and stared at each other. “So…” I said, “What now.”
Chris tugged me by the waistband of my sweat shorts, close to him. His large hands immediately found their way to my ass and he squeezed it tightly. He lowered his head, brought his face close to mine, and kissed me, hard and long. His wet, hot tongue dove into my mouth and our tongues clashed and caressed each other. Both of our dicks were super hard and poking against each other through our pants. I unzipped his jeans again and tugged his big dick out of my pants as we still kissed each other wildly. His dick felt so hot in my hand that I thought it would leave a scorch mark on my palm. Chris lowered my sweatpants mid thigh, so that my dick and ass was revealed. With one hand, he squeezed my nutsack, and with the other he placed it in my asscrack, and started vigorously rubbing around my asshole. I moaned deeply. Chris turned his baseball cap sideways and got down on his knees in the grass before my hard dick. He was still jerking me off with one hand, while his finger was forcing its way up my hole. The head of my dick rubbed up against Chris’ wet lips, and a tingle ran down the back of my legs to my feet. He lifted my dick, resting it on his nose, and started to lick my balls. My ass clenched tight, trapping his finger in my buttcrack. He sucked one nut into his mouth, and then the other, and then both at the same time. My whole body felt like it was charged with electricity or somethin. Chris continued to lick my balls for about another minute or to before he started to lick the underside of my shaft. He started at the base, and slowly, very slowly, dragged his tongue upward, towards the head. Chris stopped right quick to lick his fingers, and then he shoved his long middle finger up my ass and devoured my dick at the same time. the duel sensations made my knees buckle and I tossed my head back and howled to the moon, like a wolf. Chris took my dick all the way down his throat, keeping it there for a while, wetting it with his fiery spit and warming it up with his humid breath. I put on hand on the top of Chris’ hat-covered head as he took my dick partway out of his mouth. Chris took his finger out of my asshole, grabbed hold of my hips, and forced me deeper into his mouth. “Oh goddamn it,” I yelled out.
“Don’t scream so fuckin loud,” Chris said.
I pushed his head back onto my dick. Chris expertly slipped my cock in and out of his mouth, drowning my dick with his spit, making my toes curl with the way he caressed my cock with his tongue. Each blow job Chris gave me was better than the one before it. He pulled my pants down all the way to my ankles. Kicking off my shoes, I took my pants off completely. Chris stood up, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and yanked it over my head, leaving butt naked in front of him. I forcibly took off his shirt, exposing his super muscular chest. It was incredible the way the moonlight shone on his hard pecs and his tight six pack. I mashed my face against Chris’ chest and began to suck on his hard nipple. Chris growled lowly, and when I started to bite him, he groaned very loudly. His dick was poking against my stomach, seeping his sticky cock juices on my skin. I started to move downward, with my tongue, down his smooth warm skin to his navel, down to the thin trail of hair that led to his bush. I yanked Chris’ jeans open, almost tearing off the button, and pulled them down to his ankles. Getting on my knees, I looked at his giant dick, only an inch or two away from my face. I had sucked Chris’ dick many times before, but this time, I planned on making it being the best head service he would’ve ever gotten. I opened my mouth, grabbed Chris’ tight, bubble round ass, and wrapped my lips around the large head of his cock. Chris’ lower body trembled. I opened my mouth wider and stuffed as much of his dick into my mouth at the same time as I could. “Shit,” Chris whispered, “You suck the best fuckin dick, B.”
I started to move faster, taking Chris’ dick in and out of my mouth at rapid speed, covering each inch with thick, hot spit, swallowing the precum that landed on my tongue. I ran my hands over his hard abs; Chris swiveled his hips slowly, shoving his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth, almost until it was hard for me to breathe; but even then, I continued to deep throat him, loving the salty taste of his precum, loving the way his musky nutsack smelled, loving the fact that his colossal eleven inch dick was in my mouth, and that I was giving him the most fiercest pleasure. I wanted to feel that big dick of his goin in my ass; I wanted Chris to fuck the shit out of me, just like he did the first time we fucked in Ms. Navarro’s classroom. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I lied down flat on the slightly damp grass, looking up at Chris as he stood over me, jacking off. “I want you to fuck me,” I told him.
“Hell fuckin yeah,” Chris said. He got down and covered me with his beautiful body. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. Chris kissed me for a while, before he began to lick down my chest to my navel. I thought he was gonna put his mouth on my dick again, but he didn’t. Instead, Chris rolled me over on my stomach. My heart was beating extra fast. Chris started licking at the top of my neck, and trailed downward to my back. His tongue felt like wet fire going down my body. He kept going, licking downward, past my lower back, to the very top of my asscrack. Once he reached my ass, Chris grabbed each sphere tightly and then smacked my ass so hard that it echoed on the field and made me bite my lower lip. “You got the best fuckin ass I ever seen in my whole fuckin life,” Chris told me. Again, he gave me another slap on my ass, just as hard as the first one, but for some reason it felt better this time. “Fuck,” Chris whispered, “I can never get tired of this ass.” With that, he pried my ass open super wide with his big hands, and then I felt his hot breath going inside my asscrack. I arched my back and lifted my hips upward slightly, so that my ass was pressing more against his face. Chris massaged my ass cheeks as he started to lick my asscrack. He started at the bottom, lifting his tongue upward along my crack. Chris gave my asshole a quick poke with the tip of his tongue and kept moving upward. By this time, my skin was burning up. I exhaled deeply and Chris jammed his tongue into my asshole. I was so surprised and filled with powerful sensations that I screamed out loud again, very loudly. Chris didn’t tell me to shut the fuck up that time, he continued to eat out my ass, very quickly and roughly. When he was finished my asshole was wet, warmed up, and ready for his fat dick to rip it open even more.
“I’m bout to fuck you so fuckin good,” Chris yelled. “Oh fuck, I’m bout to tear this pretty ass open.” Chris got on top of me, his stomach mashing against my back, his big dick pressing up against my asscrack. I closed my eyes as he positioned his dick into my asscrack. I felt like I was on a fuckin roller coaster, at the very top of the hill, waiting, anxiously, excitedly, and impatiently for the big drop. Chris pressed the head of his dick against my asshole, and I swear somebody probably could’ve heard my heart racing ten blocks away. Chris wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing me very tightly so that I couldn’t move, and with a light groan, he shoved his mega huge dick into my ass. The sweetest pain filled my body and every nerve felt like it had been electrocuted with the best shock in the world. I didn’t scream out loud, but my body was screaming with pleasure, and my mouth was open so fuckin wide. My eyes were still closed, and I was adjusting to the incredible sensation of Chris’ dick in my ass. Even though he had fucked me before, more than once, each time he jammed his cock into my ass was like a brand new experience. Chris didn’t waste any time; he proceeded, just like he told me he would, to fuck the shit out of me. For a moment, I thought my body would go numb, and I prayed that it wouldn’t, because I wanted to feel every thrust of Chris’ dick going in and out of my ass. My hands were clenched tightly into fists, my teeth grinding each other, my eyes squeezed so tight that I didn’t know if I would be able to open them again. Chris had never fucked me before like the way he was doing at that moment. “Damn this ass is so tight,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum a fuckin lake in this ass,” Chris said. He gripped my shoulders and forced me deeper and harder onto his cock. My whole body was convulsing every second, and the cum was rising in me so fast. “Oh shit,” Chris said, “I’m close.”
I was closer than close. Any second now I was gonna bust my nut all over the place. Chris felt so good inside of me that tears were welling in my eyes. And then I felt it– my nutsack tightened, my inner thighs trembled; I threw my head back, arched my back as much as I could–sending Chris’ dick deeper inside of me, and the cum just burst out of my dick all into the grass. If Chris said he was gonna cum a fuckin lake in my ass, then I was cumming a fuckin ocean. My body went through so many convulsions that I felt like I was having a fuckin seizure or somethin. Right after that, Chris gripped my hips tightly, gave me a super hard thrust, and his nut exploded in my ass. It was the warmest, wettest load that I had ever taken. Chris collapsed on me, licking the sweat off my back. He rested his head on me for a few moments as I caught my breath. “That was so fuckin tight,” Chris said.
“I know.”
And then Chris hopped up and began to put on his clothes quickly. “Get up and put your shit on. We have to go.”
But I didn’t want to move. I could’ve laid there all night with him until the morning. But Chris was right. We needed to leave. I put my clothes on slowly, and when we were both fully clothed, Chris and I headed back to his truck and he drove me back to my house. Once we reached my place, Chris gave me another kiss, a very passionate kiss. I didn’t know he was capable of that and it surprised me a little bit. “Guess we’ll be doin this again tomorrow after detention,” he said.
My heart skipped. “Oh. Um…”
“Um, what?” Chris asked.
“Ms. Navarro said that I didn’t have to come to detention anymore. She said today was my last day.”
Chris gave me a disbelieving look. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about me?”
“She said you still had to come in for the rest of the week.”
Chris gave me another apprehensive look and I was starting to get a little nervous. “Why the fuck do you get out free and I’m still there?”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you know, Brandon?” Chris asked me angrily. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and the horn honked loudly. A dog barked in the distance.
“Chris, calm down.”
“Don’t fuckin tell me to calm down, B. That stupid bitch gets on my fuckin nerves.”
“It’s only like two more days,” I said. I shouldn’t have said that `cause that just made Chris explode even more.
“I don’t give a fuck if it was just two minutes. It’s not fuckin fair. The only reason she let you go is cause you fuckin suck up to her ugly ass all the time.”
“No, that’s not the reason.”
“You better fuckin be there tomorrow, B,” Chris said. “When I go to detention tomorrow, you better be fuckin be there. If you’re not, I’m gonna be pissed off so fuckin much. I’m not fuckin around with you, B.”
“Is it that serious?” I asked.
Chris looked at me as though I were the most annoying thing he had ever seen. “What the fuck are you doin in my truck anyway? We’re here at your house. Get the fuck out.”
“No, I’m tryin to talk to your stupid ass.”
“Brandon…” It made me really nervous the way he said that. “Get the fuck out right now. If you don’t, I’m gonna push you out.”
“Whatever,” I muttered. I opened the door and stepped out. The night had suddenly gotten to be really cold.
Chris lowered the passenger window and said. “Remember what I said, you better be there.” Before I could say something, Chris peeled off down the street, making the dogs bark even louder. I just stood there, watching as his truck sharply disappear around the corner. I was fucking speechless. Slowly, I turned around and headed inside.

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