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Detention 11

The night Chris broke up with me I went to bed angry and woke up the next morning furious. I typically don’t remember my dreams in full detail, from beginning to end, but that night I remembered everything: Chris was in all of those dreams, and in every scene I was either killing or seriously beating him up.
Gray light entered my window, into my room and it felt cold on my face. I woke up, wishing I hadn’t awaken up, wishing I could stay asleep for a very long time. It was early, only six thirty in the morning. I still had an hour and a half before I had to be at school. I could’ve gone back to sleep, but I didn’t want to dream about Chris again, so I chose to stay awake, just staring up at the ceiling. The more I tried to not think about Chris, the more his face kept entering into my body, the more I could smell his scent under my nose, and the more I could feel the touch of his skin against mine. I wished I could’ve erased all memories of him; I wished I could erase all feelings for him.
I just laid in my bed for another half an hour, thinking about not thinking about Chris. Soon it was time for me to get up and start to get ready for school. I wanted to fake sick and just stay in the bed all day. I didn’t want to go to school and see Chris all day. But I chose to get up, shower, and get dressed for two reasons: first, I didn’t want Chris to think that I was staying home crying and being depressed over him – and also because I had to go to detention. When I was ready to go, I saw that my mother was already dressed and ready to go to work. “Good morning,” she said. She was trying to sound nice and supportive, which I appreciated, but really didn’t want to deal with at the moment.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“Do you want me to drive you to school?” she asked.
That question confused me. “Drive me to school? You haven’t driven me to school since the first day of my freshman year.”
“I have a little bit of extra time before I have to be at work,” my mother said.
“No, that’s okay,” I said. “Rather take the bus.”
“Are you still upset about last night?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I answered. I tried to smile, but it didn’t work, so I just stared at her blankly. My mother looked concerned.
“Are you sure?” she continued to question.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, this time more sharply. I walked toward the front door.
“I hope you have a good day at school,” my mother said before I walked out of the door.
“I’m not counting on it,” was my response. I shut the door behind me.
* * *
The only reason why I sat in front of Chris in Spanish class was because there was nowhere else to sit. I had forced myself not to make eye contact with him. But I could feel his eyes on me, watching me the whole time; my heart was racing the whole time, and there were times when I wanted to turn around and look at his face – but I refused. I had to refuse. I had to let him know that he was just as unimportant to me as I was to him – or as unimportant as he wanted me to be to him.
During lunch, I sat under my favorite tree, eating a soggy green apple and a gross tuna fish sandwich. It had been a while since I’d eaten lunch alone – since I’d spent time alone in general. It felt weird. I watched people walking by in groups, talking and laughing about whatever bullshit people talk and laugh about. A part of me felt jealous that I didn’t have a boyfriend – or friends in general who were proud to be seen in public with me, that didn’t hide behind fake exteriors, and who were honest. I looked up and saw Chris walking, not too far away from where I was sitting. Our eyes met and my heart felt like it had stopped. I didn’t take one breath. He kept walking, with his eyes on me and ended up bumping into someone. And then he looked away, walking faster, trying to get away from me as fast as possible. Maybe if he had come over and talked to me – maybe if he had looked at me just a few seconds longer…maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry any longer.
* * *
I reported to Mr. Wilson’s room at three fifteen after my last class ended. Billy Anderson, Scott Howard, and Chris were already there as usual. But there were two other people in that room that I hadn’t expected to see: Jason Coleman and Luke Block. I didn’t really care why Luke was in detention, but I was kinda surprised and concerned as to why Jason was in detention. Jason was probably like the best student in that whole fuckin bullshit school – what had he done to go to detention? I glanced over at Billy Anderson, who sat next to Jason, and I figured that somehow he was responsible for Jason being there.
Mr. Wilson was sitting behind his desk, and as soon as I stepped through the door, I felt his cold blue eyes on me, piercing through me like glass bullets. I sat in my usual spot, in the front row, almost directly across from Wilson’s desk. I don’t know why I always sat so close to Wilson. It was like I was setting myself up for his bullshit. Mr. Wilson stared at me for a minute or two; he could read the anger in my eyes and I knew it was amusing to him. After a while, he broke his glance from me and looked at the others.
“Everybody get up,” he said, in his typical aggressive and attractive voice, “We’re goin up to the football field.”
None of us moved, we just looked at Wilson confused. When he saw that we hadn’t followed his orders, his dark blue eyes started to burn with fury. “I said everybody get the fuck up right now! We’re goin to the football field.”
All five of us popped out of our seats very quickly and ran to the door. We followed Mr. Wilson as he led us first to the men’s locker room. I was walking right behind him, watching his nice ass through his slacks. Chris and the others were behind me; I heard Billy whispering something to Chris. I figured whatever he’d said had been about me. I didn’t hear Chris’ response, and I really didn’t care to.
Luke Block walked up beside me. At first I thought he was Chris, but when I turned and saw that the face didn’t belong to Chris, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. “What do you want?” I asked, not really too excited to talk to him.
“Nothin’,” Luke said, flashing one of his great smiles. Luke was definitely a sexy-looking dude, and he seemed to have a chill personality, but I don’t know, I really wasn’t all that attracted to him. He had an awesome body: tall, excellent shaped arms, broad shoulders, a tapered, V-shape waist, and very muscular legs. Actually, the more I looked at him, the more attractive he became to me.
“What did you get detention for?” I asked.
Luke winked. “I’ll tell you later.”
I suddenly thought of Chris, walking behind me. For a brief second, I’d almost forgotten that he was there. I really didn’t want to, but I turned around to look at him. My heart skipped when I saw him glaring at me with the most angriest, jealous expression on his face. I could tell that he was really annoyed that I was talking to Luke. But then I thought, ‘Well it’s not my fault. If he hadn’t been playin stupid, fuckin mind games and stop bein such a fuckin coward, he could’ve been the one talking to me instead of Luke. I turned back around with a new mission: I was pretend that I was really interested in Luke, just to see how upset Chris would get.
* * *
We stepped into the locker room, which was dirty and smelled like old, wet socks, musty jockstraps and other male body odors. I went up to my locker and started to take off my lock. Chris stepped up three lockers away from mine and jerked his lock open with one easy pull. He glanced at me quickly – too quickly to be an actual look and then he snatched off his shirt. Though it had only been a couple of days since we last fucked, I missed seeing his naked, muscular chest. I missed licking his nipples and licking the ridges of his abs. I missed that thin trail of curly black hair that led down to his sweaty pubes.
Chris took off his jeans and now he was wearing the tightest pair of white briefs I’d even seen on him. They looked like underwear he might’ve worn when he was twelve or something. I saw the large bulge in the front pouch of the briefs, and I looked at the sharp, curved line of his ass, wanting to just go over there and squeeze it, like I used to be able to do. Now I had to pretend that Chris’ body didn’t excite me in anyway, even though my dick was already more than half hard now. I had to pretend like I didn’t want to look at Chris at anymore – I had to pretend like I didn’t love him anymore.
Chris peeled the underwear off and stood naked, his body even more beautiful and muscular than the strongest Greek god. His thick, long, eleven inch dick was more than half-way hard too. He looked at me as he balled his underwear up and threw them into his locker. I wanted to know what he was thinking at that moment when he was looking at me with that cold expression on his face and not saying anything. I figured that he probably wanted to know if I was still attracted to him. And of course I was. The problem was that I didn’t want to be anymore. It was too damaging to my feelings to be in love with someone who refused to be in love with me, even though I knew Chris had deep feelings for me.
I stripped out of my clothes fast. It only took me a few seconds to get fully naked. My dick was hard, but I pretended like it didn’t mean anything to have a boner in front of my ex-boyfriend. I hated using that word, ‘ex-boyfriend’. It sounded so ugly. From the corner of my eye I was able to see Chris looking at me. I peered over at him and saw that his dick was now rock hard. A part of me just wanted to go over there, go to my knees, and just deep throat him until he busted pint after pint of his cum in mouth. But I couldn’t and I wasn’t going to. I had to keep remembering that I wasn’t the one that broke up with Chris – Chris broke up with me. It wasn’t my fault if he was just now realizing the consequences of his mistake.
I changed into my jockstrap and put on my running shorts and an old T-shirt that reeked of my armpits. Chris changed into similar clothes, but I could still see his hard dick poking against the fabric of his loose shorts. We looked at each other for about ten seconds, the coldest silence between us, and then I just walked out of the locker room.
Wilson was standing near the gate to the football field, arms folded over his chest, wearing a tight red shirt that accentuated to the hard curves of his muscular arms and the swell of his nice-looking chest. His head was covered with a red cap that had our Tigers mascot on it, and he was wearing a pair of white shorts, loose enough to allow him to be able to move freely, but tight enough for me to see how beautiful and muscular his legs looked. The bill of his cap cast a shadow over his face, but we could still see his cold, electric blue eyes. As we approached he said, “You’re gonna run ten laps in under four minutes. All of you.” Even though he said ‘all of you’ I had the feeling that he was talking to me in particular. “If you’re over, even by just a second, you’ll do forty laps.” I was really not happy about that situation, because I really wasn’t in good enough shape to do that many laps in that short length of time. I knew that Chris, Billy, Scott, Luke – and perhaps even Jason could do it, because they were all on sports teams. But I wasn’t. Even though I was a good runner, I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to do that.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Wilson said. He began jogging past the gate and up to the track. We reluctantly followed behind him. As we were about to start running, Wilson said, “I’m running with you. And every time I lap you, that’s two more laps you have to do.” We all groaned when he said that.
We began the ten laps. Chris and Billy started in the lead, Luke followed behind them closely, Jason was behind Luke, and I was last behind Jason. I was too busy concentrating on Jason’s tight butt through his shorts that I forgot that Mr. Wilson was behind me. As he ran past me, he said “Two more.” which added the sum total to twelve laps now. Wilson past Jason and Luke easily. Chris, Scott, and Billy were almost completed with their first lap when Wilson lapped them. I watched Wilson as he ran. He looked really beautiful when he ran, and he was so goddamn fast. It shouldn’t have been possible to run as fast he was. I knew that I had to start running faster.
I picked up my pace and soon I was trailing closely behind Jason. I heard Wilson coming behind me and I ran even faster, passing Jason up in a flash. I kept moving faster, catching up with Luke. I was tired and I was only on my second lap. But I knew that I couldn’t stop, if I stopped, I knew that Wilson was gonna be pissed. I ran a little bit faster and was able to maintain a good pace. I was a little bit behind Billy, who had slowed down a little bit. Chris was leading the pack. He moved so effortlessly and quickly. I really loved watching him move.
Wilson lapped all of us again, so fast, that it took me a few seconds to realize that he had just ran past us. “Two more,” he called out again. I ran faster, my sides burning, my heart beating like a jack hammer, and sweat just pouring down in gallons down my face and back. I passed Billy, and ran a little bit faster so that I was almost behind Chris. I couldn’t believe that I had passed almost everybody up. I knew that it was gonna be impossible to pass Chris up, just as it would be impossible to pass Wilson up. The more I tried to keep up with Chris, the faster he went. He looked like he could go another thirty laps without getting tired while I felt like I was about to just fall out any moment. I ran a little bit faster, and surprisingly, I found myself almost catching up with Chris. His muscles flexed and moved so gorgeously as he ran; the crack of his ass was sweating, and I wished I was able to rip his ass cheeks apart and lick that dirty sweat out of his wonderful butt.
I felt Wilson behind me, so I moved faster again. And then I was tied up with Chris. He glanced over and saw that it was me; I think he was surprised that it was me tied with him and not Billy. Chris started to run even faster. Wilson was directly behind me, and I wasn’t going to allow him to lap me again. With a burst of energy, I sprinted forward, past Chris, and just started running as though a pack of mad dogs were after me or somethin. Neither Chris or Wilson was able to catch up with me. Somehow, I don’t know how, I was able to maintain that same speed for the next six laps, finishing first, with Chris and Wilson just a little bit behind me. Right after I hit the finish line, I stopped running and collapsed on the grass, unable to breathe. My skin felt so hot, and I could feel my pulse just pounding throughout my whole body. Sweat was just pouring down my body in rivers. Wilson stood over me, not breathing hard or sweating at all. He looked perfectly fine. “Since when did you become so fast, Newman?”
“I don’t know,” I managed to say. I stood up slowly and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the tail of my shirt. Chris had taken off his shirt and his chest was just glistening with his sweat, making him look ten times sexier than he usually did. I decided to pull my shirt off as well and tossed it in the grass.
“Good job,” Chris said to me. I could tell that he was resentful that I beat him, and I could tell that he didn’t want to say anything to me, but I was kinda glad that he did.
“You too,” I said. Chris nodded and walked away. Again I felt that disappointment rising in me; I wished Chris would’ve kept talking to me. Billy, Luke, and Jason finished about five minutes later. By that time, I had cooled down a little, but I was still really tired.
“Everybody on the field,” Wilson yelled. “And hurry the fuck up.”
We all jogged to the middle of the field. “Everybody drop,” Wilson said.
Billy, Luke, and Chris got down flat on the grass. Me and Jason were the only ones confused. Wilson said to us, angrily, “Get on the fuckin ground.”
I laid flat on the grass on my stomach. It reminded me of the time Chris had fucked me on the football field that night. I looked over at Chris and he was looking over at me. I think he was remembering the same thing.
“One hundred push-ups,” Wilson ordered. “Starting now.”
I don’t remember ever doing three whole push-ups in my life, let alone one hundred at the same time. Everyone else began theirs, even Jason; I was the only one laying there looking like an idiot. “What the fuck are you doin, Newman?” Wilson screamed, standing over me. “Let’s fuckin go!”
I heard Billy laughing at me.
“Shut the fuck up, Bill,” Chris said as he pushed himself all the way up.
I started to do the push-ups. After the sixth one, I was ready to quit, but I kept on going. I glanced over at Luke, and saw that he was doing his easily, in fact, it looked like he was really enjoying it. I watched as his massive, muscular biceps, triceps, and deltoids flexed and I realized that Luke was a lot more attractive than I had given him credit for. Luke glanced up, sensing that I was watching him. He smiled at me, a rivulet of sweat running down his forehead, down the side of his face; I smiled back. I looked over at Chris and saw that Chris was watching me watch Luke. He had that jealous, angry look on his face. Even though I knew it was partly wrong to do so I felt pleased that I was making Chris feel jealous. Maybe he was beginning to feel a little bit of what I felt.
When we were finished, Wilson instructed us to do five hundred crunches, in ten sets of fifty. Weirdly, I was able to do that as well. The more Wilson kept having us do different exercises, the easier it became for me to do them. It was nearly five-thirty when Wilson told us we could finally stop. By that time, I could barely move, and I knew I was gonna be basically paralyzed when I woke up the next morning. “Same time tomorrow,” Wilson said. He walked off toward the main campus, leaving the five of us by alone on the field.
“Fuckin asshole,” Chris muttered when Wilson left.
As we all headed down to the locker room to shower, Billy said, “Hey, Brandon, you been takin’ steroids or somethin? I thought your weak ass wouldn’t be able to last one second.”
“Don’t be mad, Billy,” I said said confidently, “maybe I’ll let you beat me tomorrow.”
“You wish you fuckin square ass-cum rag,” Billy said.
“Fuck you, Billy.”
“Maybe later,” Billy answered with an arrogant smile. “But at least I know one person you won’t be fuckin later.” I could’ve fuckin killed Chris right there for fuckin telling Billy about the fight Chris and I had the other night. Everybody knew the significance of what Billy just said. I knew they were all thinking that Chris had dumped me, and that was why we weren’t really talkin to each other. I was so fuckin pissed off at that moment. I thought Chris was gonna say something to Billy, like he had done out on the field, but he didn’t say anything at all. ‘Both of them could go to hell’ I thought. I walked along with Luke, very close, so that I could smell the attractive odor coming off his hot body.
“Don’t trip off what that asshole says,” Luke whispered to me as we walked into the locker rooms. “They’re all just jealous of you.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about him,” I said, loud enough so that the others could hear. “Or anybody else that got somethin to say to me.”
Nobody said a thing.
I went over to my locker and began taking off my clothes. Chris stepped up to his locker and started to do the same thing. I stripped naked and got my towel and soap. As I was about to walk off to the shower, Chris said, “So you moved on to some other dude that quick, huh?”
I stopped. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“You know what I mean, B. Tryin’ to make me get all jealous with Luke Blockhead over there.”
“I’m not tryin to make you feel anything, Chris. If you feel jealous, than that’s your problem, not mine.”
Chris stepped out of his clothes in a hurry and grabbed his towel. “Are you gonna fuck him?”
I decided to be smug with my response. “If I want to. I don’t have you to worry `bout now, so I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.”
“You’re right,” Chris said, wrapping the towel around his waist. “You can.”
Billy and Scott were already in the shower when I entered the shower room. Luke hadn’t finished changing yet, and I didn’t know what Jason was doing. I switched on the shower nozzle across from Scott and Billy, so that I could look at their hot, naked bodies. They were both facing the spray of water, giving me a chance to look at their muscular backs and large, tight, bubble round butts, and the soap suds sliding down their tight cracks. I definitely wouldn’t have minded eating out Scott’s smooth, pretty ass raw, and fucking Billy’s awesome ass again.
Chris turned on the shower directly next to mine. There were a lot of other showers he could’ve chosen – I don’t know why he wanted to be right next to me. For the most part I was able to pretend like he wasn’t there, but it was hard – in more ways than one. I could see Chris’ dick steadily getting hard. I looked at it for a few seconds, and then looked away – just in time to see Luke entering the room.
When I saw Luke’s naked body, I almost lost all of my breath. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing: He had the most muscular body I’d ever seen; his chest was covered with black hair, not thick hair and not a whole lot of it, but just the right amount. Luke’s legs were covered with hair too; his legs were slightly more hairier than his chest and stomach. I just couldn’t get over how beautiful Luke was. It was really unbelievable.
My dick started to get really hard, especially when Luke turned around and I saw his ultra tight, ultra round hairy ass. I usually wasn’t a fan of hairy butts, yet on Luke it looked perfect. I was so busy looking at Luke that I completely forgot that Chris was right beside me. I made no attempt to pretend that I wasn’t looking at Luke’s great body. I didn’t really care if Chris got upset or not. Luke turned on his shower and started to lather himself up with a bar of soap. I really wished I could’ve been that soap, sliding over Luke’s tight body. His dick was huge and uncut, probably around nine to ten inches. I had never fucked – or been fucked with anyone with a uncut dick, but seeing Luke, I was definitely willing to make an exception.
Luke’s dick started to harden as he looked at my body. He looked me up and down completely, rubbing the bar of soap over his dick and under his nut sack. Chris shut off his shower and stalked away naked and angry. A part of me felt bad, but an overwhelming part of me felt really good as well. Luke and I spent another five minutes or so, just checking out each others’ bodies, both our dicks as hard as they could be. Finally after a while, I knew it was time for me to get out of the shower, even though I wanted to continue staring at Luke.
Chris was already dressed and gone when I returned to my locker. His locker door was just open with nothing inside of it. Again, I felt a little guilty for just blatantly staring at Luke in Chris’ presence, but I had to keep reminded myself that now it was okay for me to do that. I didn’t have to restrain myself just because Chris fucked me over. I could do whatever I wanted to…perhaps even do whoever I wanted to. But even though Luke was really hot, I had no intentions of fucking him. Most of me was still devoted to Chris. I still had lingering faith that he Chris would come around, and he would realize the mistake he made, and we would get back together. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to wait around for him all day and night, for him to change his mind. I figured that if Chris wanted me, he would find a way to. I wasn’t going to spend my time trying to convince him to take me back. I had to show some pride in myself.
Luke walked up behind me, naked. His fingers slid over my naked ass as he walked by. “What are you up to, now?” he asked, smiling. I gazed down at his still hard dick.
“Nothin’,” I said, “what about you?”
“I’m up for whatever,” he answered. He definitely was up. I thought about reaching over and touching his hard dick, to see how good it would feel like, but I didn’t. “That was your boyfriend in there, wasn’t it? Chris?”
I put on my shirt and jeans. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Luke smiled. “That so?”
“Sure is.”
Luke stepped up closer to me. I could smell his clean scent. “You wanna do somethin tonight?”
I thought about it for a few seconds. “No,” I said simply. Luke hadn’t expected me to say that. A deep frown crossed his good-looking face. “Some other time,” I said.
“You sure?” he asked.
I put on my shoes in a hurry. As I stood up, I took Luke’s dick in my hand and gave it a few hard tugs. “Definitely,” I said. I released Luke’s cock, grabbed my backpack, and made my way out of the locker room, smiling to myself.
On my way out of the main gates, I saw Chris. He was standing against the gate, and he looked like he was waiting. I didn’t know if he was waiting for Billy or Scott. I sure as hell didn’t think he was waiting for me.
“Where’s the Blockhead,” Chris asked as I approached him.
“Tryin to get his dick to go down,” I said.
“Maybe you should be tryin to do the same thing.” Chris said. He followed me as I walked out of the gates.
“Maybe you should mind your own fuckin business, Chris.”
“Don’t talk to me like that, B.”
I laughed. “I’ll talk to you anyway I fuckin want to, Chris. What are you gonna do? Kick my ass? I dare you.”
Chris didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with that quiet fury in his eyes.
“Anything else you wanna say to me before I leave?” I asked Chris.
“Don’t fuck him,” Chris said.
“Who, Luke? But he’ so good-looking. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep away from him.”
“I’m serious, Brandon.”
“So am I. We had this conversation before, Chris. You asked me not to fuck Jason and I didn’t. Look where that left us. Maybe doing the opposite of what you ask of me will bring better results. What do you think?”
“If you fuck him, B…”
“What? You’ll break up with me? No, you already did that you fuckin asshole. Sorry, Chris. You don’t get to be possessive over me anymore. You fucked yourself over when you fucked me over.” I shrugged. “There’s nothin that can be done about it now.”
“You know I still want you, B.” Chris said. “You know I didn’t mean forever. I just meant I needed to take a break for a little while.”
“Thought you didn’t believe in forever. That’s what you told me last night. You can’t pick and choose when you want to be with me, Chris and expect me to be there waiting for you. If you wouldn’t do it for me, why should I do it for you?”
“Because you love me,” Chris said. “You said you loved me.”
“And obviously that meant nothing. Obviously I should’ve just kept my fuckin mouth shut.”
I turned to walk away. I had finished everything I wanted to say and there was nothing else I really wanted to hear from Chris. He didn’t call me back or follow after me. But I didn’t care this time. I didn’t feel bad and I didn’t feel disappointed. Instead I felt vindicated and proud of myself for saying exactly what I wanted to say. About halfway down the street, I turned around to see if Chris was still there. He was. He watched me walk away from him until I was too far for him to see. A part of me wanted to run back to him – but I knew I couldn’t. I had to remember that he was the one that ruined our relationship. I had to remember.
To be continued…

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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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Do I have to? Or do I want to?

I have always been curious about other men’s penises. Not just any; large penises. Could never bring myself to do anything about it though. For one thing I
love pussy, and women for that matter. For another I was a typical straight male. Made fun of gays in front of my friends. We all did I guess. I know, not
very mature. “Faggot” was one of my put-down words to call my friends when I was implying he was weak or unmanly. These first 27 years of my life were lived
as a dominantly heterosexual male. But still, when I was alone, I thought a little too often about what it must be like to touch another man’s long, thick
cock. Maybe put one in my mouth and see what that was about. I shrugged it off as normal curiosity but would never act on it or put myself in a position to
act on it. Hmmmmmmm, maybe, if I HAD to blow another guy….not a realistic situation. Forget it, it’ll never happen.
I got into a huge fight with my girlfriend. She hid my keys on me but I left anyway. I walked about 3 quarters of a mile away and found myself at a titty
bar. I was there for a while until this trucker came in, sat next to me, and we talked for hours, drank, and both spent a lot of money. The conversation of
penis size came up. I was very honest. “6 and half. Decently thick”. He told me something I didn’t believe. “I’m 8.75 inches and about 5.5″ around. I can’t
get my fingers around it. Like a damn baseball bat”. That led to this exchange:
“Yeah, right” I said. “Every guy I know SAYS they’re 8 inches. Your probably close to my size.” He was 6’4″ tall and about 265lbs of muscle. So I guess it
was probably true.
Then I looked at his bulge. There was a Large lump there but you can’t always tell but I could swear I made out the shape of a huge helmet.
“You wanna bet?” He laughed.
I laughed back “What are you going to pull it out right here?”
“No.” He said quickly. “I can give you a ride home since you walked here and I’ll show you in the cab of my truck”
“OK” I laughed again. “What will you bet?”
He pulled out $230. “What do you have?”
My mind quickly snapped into focus. Maybe this was my chance to see or touch a big one. I pulled out $13 even though I had more. “I guess this isn’t going to
do it. What will you take in trade?” I said hopingly.
“How about a hand job” He smiled. “I’m pretty horny”.
There it is. My big chance. To touch one and maybe more even though I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I quickly answered “Why stop there. How about a
blow job?” With a perfectly straight face.
“Sure” he said but made eye contact with me that was pretty awkward. He seemed to look at me pretty intently for a moment like he was either trying to figure
me out or already had.
Couldn’t let him know I wanted to. Not sure I could live with the fact that I offered to. Maybe, like I said before, if I HAD to. But not like this. Damnit!
I punked out completely “Guess we’ll never know then. There’s no way I’m doing THAT!” Followed with a nervous laugh.
Made eye contact again and he seemed to stare right through me, but the moment passed and the subject was changed.
About 10 minutes later we walked out and got in his 18 wheeler. He asked me if I had ever seen the inside of a cab and insisted on showing me where he
sleeps. There was a small little bed for one the he sat on and leaned up against the wall and turned the interior light on. “What about our bet?” He said and
reached through his fly and pulled out what seemed to be a monster! My mouth gaped open for a minute as it really long. And he was right. Thick, wasn’t the
word. For some reason the meaning of the word Girth popped in my head:
THe measurement around something; bulky.
It was half erect, leaning towards one side. It was still bigger than mine is hard. It had a large green vein that started at the base from behind some dense
pubic hair and split into two smaller veins that ran next to each other until they disappeared abouth 2″ before the tip. The huge mushroom shaped helmet was
about the size of a child’s fist. His big cock had an olive tone complexion that ended near the circumcision line and the rest, including the tip, was a
peach color.
“I know you want my big dick. I’ll let you suck it, and eat my cum if you admit it”. He said as a-matter-of-factly. Always thought about giving a blowjob but
never swallowing. In fact it kind of sickened me to think aboutit.
I didn’t say anything thing. Couldn’t bring myself say no or yes. I just shook my head “no” still staring at it in admiration.
“So, you want me to enforce my bet? Make you suck my dick?”
Still said nothing. But I answered him by shrugging my shoulders as if to say “I don’t know”.
“I’ll tell you what. If you don’t Ask me permission to suck my cock. I’m putting it away.” He said.
My pride wouldn’t allow me to do it. I quietly said “No. I don’t want to” and turned away.
“Ok” he said and stuffed himself back in his pants and zipped himself back up. “I’ll drive you home now.”
Damnit! This was my big chance and I was ruining it!
“W-wait.” I stuttered. “Can I see it again?”
“No.” He said as if he were annoyed. “The conditions are you ask me, nicely, in fact call me Sir IF you may suck my big dick and eat my cum”
I hesitated. I wrestled hard with my pride but finally gave in when he seemed to make a motion to go toward the driver’s seat.
“Sir, may I-I-I” I stuttered.
He interuppted me to tell me to get down on my knees, look in his eyes, and ask him like I know I want it.
I got down on my knees between his legs looked him dead in the eyes. This was painful and a huge blow to my ego. “Um, Sir may I please suck your big dick and
eat your cum?” It was surreal. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I really wanted to feel his meat in my hands and between my lips. Couldn’t fight the urge
no longer. I thought for a minute I could still get out of this and just leave the truck and walk home with a little dignity, but why? When I have such a
beautiful specimen just inches away!
“Well, don’t look at me. You want it sooo bad. Unbuckle, unzip, and pull out my cock and balls. Do it slowly I want to enjoy watching you do this!” As he
folded his arms behind his head, and sank down a little farther in his seat.
I undid his belt, his button and his zipper. I did it slowly and kept glancing up at him for his approval. He seemed to have some sort of authority over me.
He was a true alpha male and deserved my respect and obedience I felt. I grabbed his pants and underwear in the same handfulls and yanked down. He lifted up
his hips to aid me a little. Slowly dark curly pubic hair, a thick base, the long shaft, then finally the head sort of flopped out in front of me.
I pause staring at it for a minute. “Well go ahead, it’s not gonna suck itself.” I went to reach for it with my hand but he said “No! No hands! Put them
behind your back.” I did what he said. This moment was exruciating. It was becoming more and more humiliating for me.
It was sort of hanging between his legs almost pointing down spilling over his balls while he was slumped back.
“Wait. You’ve never sucked cock before? Right?” He asked. I returned quickly, and proudly “No. Never.”
“Im going to love this he said. Take me in your mouth nice and slow” he said. “Go ahead. Open those pretty little red lips of your wide for Daddy”. He said
mockingly.
I wish he would have just grabbed the back of my head and made me, but no he was going to make me degrade myself. Absolute torture. I licked, then opened my
mouth wide to fit in that massive head and leaned forward slowly looking at him. My outstretched lips were a half an inch away from his cockhead. Slowly I
felt the glans gently press against my wet open mouth. Then I felt the flanges part my lips as they passed the entire head.That was it.I had a giant tip in
my mouth and my moist lips were firmly wrapped around his shaft. I slid down taking more of him in my mouth. I felt his meat slide against my tongue being
careful not to use my teeth.
He tasted a little sweaty, but also…fleshy. The only word I could use to describe it. The shaft was semi-erect and the skin felt funny moving a little
seperately from it. I stopped when the head was at the back of my throat. I would say I had about 5″ comfotably in my mouth. Then I slowly dragged him out
past my lips until I felt the helmet on my lips again, then back in, slowly. He was watching me every step of the way. I felt my face get hot from
embarassement. I must have been beet-red! I bobbed slowly back and forth and told myself that I wanted this, so enjoy it. I felt him get hard in my mouth. It
was a very erotic sensation. He looked like he was about 10″ never mind 8.75″! It was a little more difficult to take him in and out of my mouth but sort of
worth the effort. Not only was sucking not bad,I definitely did like it. There was something hot about being on my knees servicing a guy and feeling his
salivia slick pole in my mouth. I wanted more. I tried to deep throat him but he was too big. I tried to swallow the head when I forced him in a little
deeper but it was no use. He liked it when I gagged. He moaned and said, “oh yeah, take that cock, faggot!” Faggot!? I guess I was now…
He told me to take him out of my mouth. I disappointingly obeyed. I stared at his big cock for a moment and was easily able to see how far I was able to take
him down my throat. About 7″ of his cock was covered in saliva and about 2″ of the base was dry. I was impressed with myself.
“Grab my dick and slowly jerk it while licking my balls, cocksucker.” He ordered. I took him in my right hand and I couldn’t believe how thick it was. He was
right I could barely fit fingers around. I didn’t really care for licking balls at first until I felt the shape and size of one of his nuts. His sac was
leathery and hairy but I didn’t care. I gently stroked him at the same time. I felt myself get rock hard whilee pleasing this man. I also felt wet in my
underwear which means I had been leaking a good amount of pre-cum.
“Alright, stop that”. He commanded. “I want you to smack yourself in the face with it. Do it now!”
It was soo heavy as I began to beat myself up with it. I was degrading myself and I liked it. Slap, slap, slap on both cheeks, forehead, chin, just
everywhere. “You like that big cock don’t you” He asked. “Yes Sir”. I answered quickly.
“No. I want to hear you say it, and call me Daddy this time.”
“I like your big cock, Daddy” I answered obediently. He then want to know what I wanted to do with it. “I want to suck it some more, Daddy”. I told him.
“BEG!” He said. No problem I thought to myself.
“Daddy, ummm Sir, may I-I please suck your big dick some more, please, Daddy, Please!?” He said ok but first he wanted to see it laying on my face. I
crouched down and let it rest length wise across my face and looked up at him. He laughed “You look like a ridiculous cock whore with my dick on your face.”
He told me to put my hands behind my back and I quickly listened. He then told me to open my mouth and drool over his meat which I had already been doing.
Then he told me to put it in my mouth like I know I wanted it so I leaned forward but he quickly pulled it away. “Follow it with you mouth, fishy” he said.
He kept moving it from side to side and I followed him with my open mouth. Finally he laughed and grabbed the back of my head in shoveed it in my mouth.
“Suck it bitch, suck it good.” He ordered me and went back to keeping his hands behind his head. I went back to sliding my lips up and down over his fat meat
and I loved every second of it. The little teasing game he just played with me worked. It got me hot by degrading me and feeling his big mushroom head on my
tongue and drooling over his shaft reminded me of something. How I felt about tits, ass, pussy and other female body parts. How I love to suck, bite, squeeze
, maul and rub all of those. Except being subservient, and doing something that I considered bad or taboo made it hotter for me. I soo wanted to reach down
jerk myself off but I had a job to do.
I felt his big paw again on the back of my head. He made me go a little faster, and take him a little deeper. This is the first time I felt a man touch me in
an aggresive sexual manner and it was such a turn on. He owned my head, and made me please him with my mouth.
“Yeah, I’m gonna cum in your mouth soon” He said. I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. The kind of nervous excitement you get on a rollar caster
as a kid. I wanted something to happen but I thought cum was gross. There was nothing I could do about it. He was getting ready to shoot in my mouth.
Then the longer, more rapid strokes had become shallow. I felt his hand tightent on the back of my head. His fingers were really dug in.He was pushing my
head maybe 2″ down now, and he was thrusting his hips upwards about 2 – 3″ to meet the controlling movements of my head. Basically my lips would touch the
the head of his cock then I would have a about 4 or 5″ of hot dick in my mouth, then back out again. I felt the muscles in his legs flex, followed by
erratic, heavy breathing. I knew was going to happen next.
“Oh yeah, here I cum!” He groaned. Then I felt his dick twitch between my lip followed by a squirt in my mouth. Then another squirt, followed by another each
time met with a strong pulse of his cock kinda like a heartbeat between my lips. It was sooo hot I could have came right there myself. I wanted more cum, and
I got it. All told, I felt about 7 BIG cumshots in my mouth. He was a heavy cummer like that porno dude Peter North. Then he slowly relenquished my head
breathed heavy, and kept saying “Oh yeah, take my cum. Take it. Take it all!”
He let go, and with my lips still wrapped around his meat I bobbed slowly and sucked gently. I then pulled my mouth off him. “Show it to me. Open your mouth
and show me my load!” He commanded. I opened my mouth and showed him the juices of his nuts pooled inside.
I then started to notice the taste. A little salty, a little bitter and a strange aroma I’ve never encountered before. All in all, it was mildly unpleasant
but very tolerable. But it was what it was that made it so delicious to me. Another man’s hot load.
“Swallow it!”. He ordered.
When I gulped it dow, I sort of got a better taste of it using my whole mouth and it was a little stronger than I thought. I loved it. I took my medicine!
Also It was a pretty load. I read somewhere that the average load is the size of a table spoon. This felt more like a 1/3 of a cup of creamy warm liquid. I
enjoyed the aftertaste, and spent the next few momonts milking all the remaing ooze from his big juicy cock. Licked it, nuzzled it, slapped myself with it
gently and he didn’t have to ask!

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The Dancer’s Wedding

Here it is, the final installment. it took me a lot longer to write then i thought it would. Perfecting the speeches and the sex so it was a perfect ending to this amazing series. Thankyou to everyone who reads this, weather you have just read them or if you have been with me from the start. it has been amazing to read all of your reviews 🙂 So without much more ado, here is our favorite gay couples wedding

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Do I have to? Part two…

FOR IL-PAM, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!
Since I had sucked the big trucker’s cock it was all I could think about. It led to so my jerk sessions Remembering the taste of his salty cum, the spongy
head on my tongue, his wide meat between my lips, but most of all the amazing feeling of it throbbing and gushing his warm seed into my mouth. There is NO
sensation like that of a large cock cumming in your mouth. I went back several times hoping to get another taste over the course of the next two months. I
went home dissapointed each time. Didn’t know his number, and I never knew his name. That part killed me. A man ejaculated in my mouth, and I happily
swallowed everything he had to offer. And I never knew his name.
After a night of tanning in the nude, body hair removal, and doing squats at the gym left me horny. My girlfriend dug the whole male stripper look so much I
did that for her right down the the waxed eyebrows. No facial hair, about 7% bodyfat. She loved it. I am about 6′ 210lbs cut. Not very big, upper body wise
but I took after my mother’s side of the family and had thick thighs and a bubble butt. Showered and dressed at the gym. Thinking about felatio so much I
forgot to pack underwear. My thin black dress pants clung to my butt cheeks a little as I over lotioned.No matter. Made me feel naughty as childish as that
sounds. I went down the strip club AND HE WAS THERE! I sat right next to him and immediately started I guess, flirting with him? He wasn’t so receptive and
actually a little rude so I got up and sat all the way in the corner of the bar, inthe last seat. He joined me a few minutes later sliding past me into the
very last seat in the corner. We talked and I FINALLY learned his name, but didn’t seem at all interested in mine. His name was Greg. I noticed Greg’s big,
long bulge in his pants and stared at it. I wanted it soo bad! He noticed me staring at it and sort of fixed himself pointing it straight upward through his
thin sweat pants. Eventually I turned my attention to the stripper to the right. She was actually kinda hot! She had a Puerto Rican flag lower back tramp
stamp with hearts around it. Had that Jlo bubble butt thing happening too. Huge tits. For a minute I forgot about his large penis until he asked me if I was
ready. I got that weird-scared feeling in the pit of my stomach again. I was excited to take him in my mouth again! He stood up first and pushed his chair in
all the way. I stood up also and he motioned for me to go first. It was a tight squeeze. He leaned up against the wall while I tried to slide past. When I
got to be directly in front of him I felt his hard-on on my ass cheek. I had to sort of lean forward over his chair to create room. “Wait.” He said. “Stay
right here”. I felt his hands immediately on hips. His pole also found its way in my crack. He pulled me back into him and I started to straighten up a
little. “No stay just like that” he directed. I was slightly bent over the back of his chair when he started to grind himself against me. What was he doing?
It felt good, but this was not what I was expecting at all. We both might as weel have been nude. I wasn’t wearing any underwear with my pants clinging to my
ass cheeks and he was wearing thin sweatpants. I felt everything. He had forced himself beteen my ass cheeks and was pleasing himself behind me circling his
hips, and dry humping me! It did feel good though. I pulled me hard into him whilee he pushed his hip forward. I felt myself get hard. My face got red as I
realized the stripper was pretending not to look. “Do you like that?” I felt his breathe on my ear. I got the chills all through me. I did so I said “Yes,
Daddy. I do.” The rubbing and pressure made my lower ass tingle with delight. “OK.” He stated. “Let’s go out to my truck.”
When we got in the truck he stood inbetween the driver and passenger seats leaning on them. I was put on my knees facing him with my back to his bed.
Basically facing the opposite way as last time. he din’t say a word but had a look on his face like he was expecting something. I knew what to do. I reached
up and pulled down his sweatpants there was an amazing bulge testing the taught fabric of his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and massaged his
huge lump, and gave it a gentle squeeze. I then slowly pulled down his underwear and revealed the thing I hoped to be feeding off of the rest of the night.
It was about 3/4 erect. It was pointing almost straight towards my face as If it knew. What a beautiful site! All I could do was stare at the imense mushroom
head. It was so appetizing and inviting. I knew what I had to do first. “Um, Sir.” I asked in a meek voice. “Your cock is sooo big and juicy. May I suck it
please, Daddy?” “I’m not sure.” he says. “Do you deserve to suck on my big dick? Will you do a good job?” he asked. “Yes, Daddy Ive been good and I PROMISE
to suck your fat dick really good, Daddy. I promise to make you happy!” I hopefully replied. “You may” he replied. I put my hands behind my back glared at
the delicious looking large tip in front of me licking my lips. I then looked up at him and locked eyes. I opened my mouth really wide and gently closed on
the head. I slid my wet lips off his mushroom put my lips together and kissed it. He smiled. I opened up wide again and with eyes eyes trained on my mouth
the whole time I engulfed the whole head and clamped down on his thick shaft. I started to bob slowly. He moaned softly by making the yummy sound
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” I had waited two months for this moment and it was worth it. It started to plump in my mouth. Taking his manhood in my mouth was like I was
starving and I just took the first bite of a well marinated, juicy, medium-rare steak. I moaned with a yummy sound of my own. I wanted to please him and with
his mighty pole in my mouth I started to take him deeper in my throat. I was determined. I repositioned myself on my knees so I was a little higher, and
leaned so I could offer more throat. I had about 7″ in my mouth comfortably when it hit an obstacle. I relaxed my throat and swallowed the head several
times. Each time I took him a little deeper. I stopped to breathe heavily out of my nose, then pressed on. It was too big for me but I pushed passed and just
like that my lips were wrapped around the very base and I had a nose full of pubic hair. I paused, proud of myself and breathed some more and stayed there
getting used to this sensation. It was uncomfortable, but I could manage. Then He grabbed my head with both hands and held it still and started to face fuck
me. His cockhead remained lodged in my esopugus as he fucked only about 3″ in and out. “Yeah take that big dick down your throat you little cocksucker.” I
had all to do to take it but I did not want to dissapoint my Daddy. He then let go and his hands wound up on his hips. I released him from my throat and
started back to bob back and forth from the head to about 3″ from the base. Again, slowly like he liked it. I tasted my throat on his meat and was very aware
of my breath. I just started to think I could nurse from his monster all day when he pulled it from my mouth and said “that’s enough.” I was confused. “Turn
around and stay down.” he said. I listened and faced the small bed. He was behind me and got on his knees. “Put your hands flat on the bed and don’t move
them until I tell you, you little bitch”. He dictated. “Yes, Daddy” I obeyed. I felt his hands go around my waist when he started to unbuckle my pants. He
startled me, my stomach quivered. It tickled. The next thing I knew my pants were down to my knees as I wondered what he was doing. He took my shoes off, and
yanked my pants completely off me. I realized I was nude from the waist down accept for my socks. I still had a polo shirt on. Somehow made me feel more
naked then if I was completely nude with just my backside completely exposed. I was very aware of my ass and I felt hot from embarassment. “Yeah, now you’re
going to give me your little boy-pussy.” I know it was a stupid question but I couldn’t stop myself “Umm, Daddy, Sir, are you going to fuck me in the
ass?””No” he said sarcastically. “I’m worried about your health and I’m giving you a free prostate exam”. He was condescending and made me feel stupid. It
wasn’t that I didn’t know what he was doing, I just couldn’t believe it. I was scared and I didn’t sign on for this. That feeling in the pit of my stomach
returned. “Now get up on the edge of the bed, and put your palms flat down, and your face in the mattress.” He commanded. I listened. I felt a little
helpless. He stood up behind me and put his right hand on my hip, and his left hand held my shoulder tightly. Whem he did that I felt his horsecock poke
awkwardly against my bottom. My knees were at the very edge, my lower legs and feet were off the bed completely. I was obscenely bent over in the doggiestyle
positon. I felt the head press against my defensless virgin sphincter. Could I have ran out of there screaming? Probably. He just had this Drill-Seargant
like authority over me. Not only was I intimidated by him I had this overwhelming feeling of not wanting to dissapoint him. He pressed forward. It didn’t
hurt, it actually tingled my asshole a little. Ever since my brother had a little “accident” in summer camp I always thoroughly washed and scrubbed all my
crevices very well. So I had some confidence in that. Then it popped in past my weak drawstring like defense. The head was in and my sphincter tightened on
the shaft right underneath it. It hurt to be suddenly violated like that for the first time by something this size. Then he started to push into me. It hurt,
but not too bad where I couldn’t handle it at first. I just had this overwhelming sensation of something going in the wrong way and I didn’t like it. He kept
going as I grunted taking it in the ass for the fist time ever. My anal virginity was gone to add insult to injury. Not sure my masculinity or pride can
handle this one. We’ll see. I had no choice. He kept forcing deeper into me slowly and I thought he never stop and then I felt his groin area flush against
me. My entire rectum was filled with man meat. The tip felt like it went too far, as if it were into my bowls. It hurt, but he didn’t care as my bodily
language was obvious that I was in pain. I was sweating, breathing heavy, and writhing. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh” he groaned while he started to cicrcle his hips and
try to get into me deeper. Then he pulled out about 4″. Instantly I felt relief. Then back in again. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to get out of my own skin.
Then, each time he slowly pumped his fat dick inside me, I began to loosen. It didn’t hurt so much anymore. Almost like I my ass was becoming acclimated to
being reemed by Godzilla’s tail. I felt a tickle in my lower ass. I figured it was right near my prostate as it was being unvoluntarily massaged by a
massive, hard intruder. I sort of unclenched, and relaxed. It got a lot easier and felt a lot more pleasurable. In the matter of a couple of minutes I went
from nothing but pain to liking it in the ass. It started to feel really good. Then he started to spank me, and told me to “take it!” At first it startled
me, but the quick sting faded and my sphincter tingled with delight. “Yes, Daddy spank me!” I begged. “Oh, you like that!?” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He
spanked me harder and beginning to fuck me harder. It felt soooo good. I wondered if I could cum like this. I think maybe I could. The small truck cabin
filled with the noise of him crashing his pelvic area against my bent-over ass cheeks. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Oh yeah take it you bitch!” he called out.
“Yes Daddy, fuck me harder!” I wanted more. He spanked me several times more. I loved it and and moaned each time he did it. He then stopped suddenly. “No
Daddy, fuck me. Spank me, please!?” “Oh you want more? BEG!” I quickly pleaded with Greg to fuck & spank me like a bitch “Umm, Daddy-Sir Please fuck and
spank your little bitch, please Daddy, please, please, please!!!” With that he shoved into me hard from just having the head in me. Bang! My body was hurled
forward. It hurt deep inside me, but it felt too good. “MOre Daddy, please MOre!” Taking really long, sudden and quick strokes into me excited me. I could
definitely cum from this. I moaned like a drunken cheerleader while the entire football team took turns on her from behind. Then he grabbed me by my hips
roughly and held me still while he fucked me hard and fast. Oh my god I was going to cum if he kept up this pace! “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum in your little boy
pussy bitch” he said. I wanted him too I wantted him to bad! “Oh Daddy use my boy pussy and cum deep inside me, pleeeeaasee!” I whined for it. My body rocked
back and forth with his thrusts and you could hear his furious pace in which he took me from behind Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! His pelvis cracked against my
bubble butt while his meat missile thrusted all the way inside me. Then his furious pace slowed, and became awkward.”Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” he let out a loud
groan and began to cum in me. Quick, deliberate, deep thrusts in followed be a pause, then again, then again while moaned behind cumming wildly. He only let
out about 4″ then back in whith each cum shot that painted my inner walls. “Take it you slut, take my cum up your ass!Take it, tak it bitch” His words made
me even hotter. I was right there but his orgasming interrupted the amazing rythem I needed to cum myself. I didn’t care. I grabbed my cock and pushed back
and squeezed his thick cock. My gooey, wet ass felt sooo good. I squealed loudly and began to shoot on his bed. I saw a white flash and came so hard from my
inner ass. I don’t think he noticed what I was doing he was so involved in defiling my my tight unused ass. His own orgasm wound down while I was still
shooting cum. He began to pivot and rotate his hips and moan in pleasure it felt sooo good i didn’t want it to end. Soon we were both breathing heavy and
exhaused while he was still in me. He pulled out of me with a nasty slurpy noise. “Get dressed and leave I need to go home!” He ordered. “Thank you Dadddy,
when can I have some more cock again….

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The Dancer 4

Sorry about the cliffhanger at the last one. I had to find bits to break it off at. The next chapter will be the last.

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Billy & the Big One

Teenager Billy and his buddy get arrested. His buddy observes from the cell across the hall as Billy gets turned out.

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Am I just using him – chapter 3

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The Dancer 2

A continuation of the last Dancer Story. Please read the first before you read this 🙂 Constructive critisism is always welcomed.

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Not so little brother: Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Fun In the Sun
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“Charlie? Steven?”
Huh? What’s going on? I awoke in a daze to knocking at the door to Steven and my hotel room. What a night last night was. My brother had fucked my ass hard and it was still sore from the ride.
“You two awake?”
Oh
mom.
“Coming”
I got up, naked. Odd. I usually sleep in my boxers. I put on some underwear and went to the door, unlocked it, and cracked it.
“Yeah?” I asked, groggily.
“I guess that answers that. Is Steven up?” she asked?
“Nope.”
“Ok. Well get him up. Put your bathing suits on. We’re going to the beach to get some sun. Be downstairs in 15 minutes.”
“Gotcha.”
Mom walked away, back to her room and I closed the door. Some fun in the sun huh? Sounds like it was going to be a good day. I walked back towards the bed with the intent of waking up Steven when I had a better idea. In my haste to answer the door I had uncovered both of us. Steven was lying on his back in bed, naked, hot. His large cock resting to the side of his large balls, the foreskin covering the head.
I walked over to his side of his bed and kneeled at the edge. For a second I stared at his cock. No matter how many times I’d seen his cock in the last 48 hours I couldn’t get over how beautiful it is. I reached out my hand and gently grabbed his cock in the middle of the shaft; it was heavy in my hand. I started to slowly pump his dick, feeling it grow larger and harder with each passing second. Before long it was stand proud and tall at its full length.
Now the fun could begin. I scooted up a bit and slowly moved my head towards his cock. Slowly, and gently, I licked up the length of his cock, wetting in down. I licked it again, and again, savoring the feeling of his hard cock against my tongue. My tongue traced one of the veins up his cock and to the head. His foreskin rested just behind the head revealing his smooth glans. I pumped his cock sending his foreskin up over the ridge to partially cover his head before sliding it back down again. His cock twitched gently in my hand.
Out of his piss slit leaked a drop of precum; it looked so delicious. I gently placed my lips on the tip of his cock and gently sucked as I once again pumped his cock, sucking out the sweet nectar. It was so good, sweet and slippery. I couldn’t get enough of my brother’s delicious precum; I craved it. I backed off just for just a second to lip my lips before returning to his cock and taking the full head in my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, flicking his frenulum.
“Mmmm”
I let his cockhead slide out of my mouth *Pop*. I looked up at Steven. He was wide awake and looking at me with a big grin on my face.
“You just can’t get enough of my big cock can you?”
Steven grabbed his cock and moved it close to my mouth. I accepted the head back into my mouth. I swirled my head around it gently.
“You are a slut,” Steven said with a slight laugh.
I let his cock fall out of his mouth again and patted it with my hand.
“Mom told me to get you up,” I glanced at his cock, “I did that. Good thing you’re awake too.”
Steven smirked at my joke.
“Get up,” I said, “We’re going to the beach. Put on your bathing suit.”
“But we’re so pale!”
“Well, we can change that today.”
Being from upstate New York really left one at a disadvantage when it came to the beach. We didn’t get much sun so we were both really, really pale. I’m pretty sure my ass and my chest were the same color. I was almost transparent at some places.
Steven and I got dressed in our bathing suits though we had to wait for his erection to go down before we could leave the room. It was actually incredibly how big of a tent his cock made in his bathing suit. I could only imagine what it must be like trying to hide a random boner with a dick that big. Score one for my small penis.
“Guess it’s a good thing we stopped wearing speedos huh?” I joked.
“Jesus, I can only imagine the looks I’d get wearing one.”
Steven looked at me. A huge grin spread across his face.
“I’d get a lot of phone numbers.”
I rolled my eyes and we headed out the door. When we got downstairs our parents were waiting for us. Shit
 how long had we taken?
“Took you guys long enough,” my mom said, looking at me.
“Sorry, I had to use the bathroom,” Steven responded.
“Ok. Let’s go, the cab is waiting.”
Steven glanced at me as if to say, “You’re welcome” and we followed our parents to the cab.
The beach was beautiful. It had been a very long time since I had been to a beach; we didn’t get to Florida much. The sun was beating down, making for a very hot day. The sand was beautiful and soft. It was hot under my feet as we walked to find a spot to set up base. The water was a dark blue and it sparkled for as far as the eye could see. There was a light breeze coming from the ocean, carrying the scent of salt water with it. The beach was packed with people in all directions.
We laid out for a little while, soaking up the sun. It was so wonderful to just lay there in the heat and feel the sun’s rays beating down on us. Mom fell asleep while dad read his book and looked up now and then to survey the beach. I poked Steven in the side.
“Let’s go for a walk, I’m bored.”
Steven opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me.
“Ok. Let’s go.”
We got up and told our dad that we were gonna head off down the beach. He nodded and we set off down the beach. We walked at a leisurely pace enjoying the feel of the sand under our feet and the sun shining on our backs. We didn’t say much, we just walked down the beach watching people as we went. Every now and then we’d see something interesting and comment on it, but for the most part we were silent. The farther away from the entrance to beach we went the less people there were. After we had walked for about 10 minutes there were very few people around as at all and the beach seemed much more pleasant.
Eventually Steven pointed up the beach, towards the dunes, and suggested we go up there. He nudged me in the direction of the dunes and I obliged. Not like I had anything else to do. When we got closer I noticed something that I hadn’t when we were closer to the water. The seagrape trees here arched over the beach for a couple feet and created a shaded area which was difficult to see. Steven shoved me in to the enclosure and followed after me, his bathing suit starting to tent.
“Here? People can see us.”
“No they can’t. Look around, we can barely see out of here. Just don’t make too much noise.”
Steven was right. Looking out, the trees did block the majority of the view. There were small gaps that we could see out of but it would be hard to see in. Behind me Steven had already stripped off his bathing suit and was standing with his cock fully erect.
“Take your bathing suit off.” Steven growled, impatient.
I stripped down and asked how he wanted to do this. I really didn’t want sand in my ass.
“Get on your hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog.”
I did as he said and got down. He licked a finger and touched my asshole. Involuntarily I clenched briefly before remembering and relaxing. My hole was still slightly loose from the assault the night before; Steven’s finger slid in without difficulty.
“Still a little loose huh? That’ll make it easier at least.”
Steven got down on his knees behind me and for the second time in 24 hours Steven began to eat out my ass. His tongue was so wet as it slid in and out of my whole. The pleasure was so good but I wanted more. I wanted his cock. Steven wet my asshole thoroughly and loosened me up a great deal more by the time his tongue finally left my hole.
Like the night before Steven moved around to my face and pushed his cock towards my mouth; I didn’t need instructions. For the second time that day I took his dick into my mouth. I took as much of his cock as I could, wetting it down with my saliva as I sucked on it and ran my tongue along it. I could taste some residual salt from his brief dip in the ocean when we first got to the beach.
When his cock was wet enough he pulled it from my mouth and moved back around behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times, spreading my spit around. He quickly relubed my ass up with his tongue and then positioned himself.
“Ready?”
“Yes please.” You could hear the need in my voice.
Steven placed the head of his cock against my hole and I moaned in anticipation of the pleasure that I knew was coming my way. Steven started to push, sliding his cock into me. It went easier and less painfully than it had the night before. I guess you get used to being fucked I thought. Steven kept pushing steadily, quickly sinking the full length of his cock into me.
“Mmmm
” I moaned.
Steven kept his cock buried in me for a moment to let me get readjusted to having him in the depths of my ass. Slowly I felt him pull out and then push back into me. Steven continued to fuck me, slowly at first but speeding up gradually. With each thrust of his hips his body would slap against mine and his balls smack against my balls. The sounds of us fucking, the moans, groans, and slaps, turned me on almost as much of the very fact that my brother was inside of me. I had yet to touch my cock and it was rock hard and swinging between my legs. On exceptional hard thrusts my cock would swing up and hit me in the stomach leaving a small wet spot of precum.
“How are you still so tight?” Steven moaned, “Sarah always loosens up a bit when I fuck her. Your ass feels just as tight as it did last night.”
Steven knew that this couldn’t be a marathon session. We didn’t have hours to fuck like we had the night before, our parents were down the beach and they were probably wondering where we were by now. I looked back and saw a look of pleasure on Steven’s face as he pounded my ass. He grinned at me and slapped my ass
With one hand I grabbed my bathing suit and wiped my hand on it. While Steven continued sawing his dick into me I reached beneath my legs and grabbed my own cock. I started to jerk off, determined that I was going to cum too. With Steven fucking me like he was, hitting my prostate with each thrust, and how turned on I was, it wasn’t going to take me long to reach orgasm.
“I’m getting kinda close,” Steven gasped.
“Just hold on a bit longer,” I begged, jerking my cock harder and faster.
“I’ll try.”
Steven slowed down a little bit, trying to hold off his orgasm so that I could cum. I felt some his sweat drip onto my ass and that turned me on a little more. I continued jerking at a feverish pace. I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I started to feel that familiar feeling deep inside me and knew that I was getting close.
“I’m getting there.”
“Gotcha.”
Steven started pounding into me again, working to shoot his cum into me. Both of our breathing became erratic as together we approached orgasm. Beneath me my hand was practically a blur as I jacked off. Behind me Steven was humping me as fast as he could in his need to fill me.
“Fuck yes!” I moaned as my orgasm hit me.
My ass clenched around Steven’s cock, increasing the friction, as I started to cum into the sand beneath me. Five strings of cum exited my cock and landed in the sand. I almost collapsed from a combination of the pleasure of my orgasm and Steven’s pounding. I rode off my orgasm, out of breath as I felt his cock start to swell even more and pulse inside my hole.
“Here it comes,” Steven said hoarsely.
He roughly thrust into me once more, holding his cock balls deep inside me to shoot his cum as far into me as he could. He gasped with each pulse of his cock as he filled me up. He placed his hand on my back for support as he too coasted off of his orgasm.
He pulled his cock out of my ass leaving me feeling slightly empty and very loose.
“That never gets old,” Steven said with a grin on his face, looking at my gaping ass.
He stuck a finger into my ass and wiggled it around a little.
“What are you doing?”
“I dunno. Just seemed interesting.”
Steven pulled his finger out of my ass and showed it to me. His finger was covered in his cum from my ass.
“You want some?” he asked me.
The idea of tasting cum that had been in my ass both disgusted me and turned me on at the same time. I nodded and opened my mouth. I sucked on Steven’s cum covered finger, cleaning it off. I love the taste of his sweet cum but this time it had a slight nutty flavor to it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Good?” Steven asked, clearly quite curious.
“Why don’t you have some?” I joked, shaking my ass at him.
“No thanks. Not much of a cum slut.” He said and stood up.
I clenched my ass and followed suit. As much as I clenched my ass it wasn’t enough and Steven’s cum started leaking out and down my legs.
“Looks like you need a little dip.”
“Looks that way.”
We got our bathing suits and made our way out of our little hideout and into the sun. We walked down towards the water, cum continuing to drip down my legs. Steven reached the water first and ran, diving in and surfacing several feet further out. I decided it would probably be safest if I just walked in. We floated around for a while letting the cum leak out of my ass and wash away in the water. We didn’t talk much, just floated.
When we finally got back to where our parents were they were both ready to go and were quite interested in why we had been gone so long. We said that we’d walked really far down the beach and then got in the water and let the current carry as back to where it was time to get out. That answer seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t say any more about it.
Steven felt like a burger for dinner so we decided upon Steak & Shake for dinner since my mom loved their milkshakes and melts. Dinner was much better than it had been the previous night and the conversation was lively. We all reveled in the color we had gained.
We headed back to the hotel and once again split up to our separate rooms.
“Do you think mom and dad are having as much sex this week as us?” Steven asked with a small laugh.
“Probably not. My ass is pretty sore.”
We got back to the room and decided on another shower together. The more the merrier right? I washed Steven first, soaping up his body starting at the top and working my way down his body. I spent a lot of time cleaning his cock, getting under the foreskin. By the time I finished cleaning him his cock was rock hard and glistening in the water from the shower. Steven then proceeded to wash me, working his way down my body. He got my ass all sudsy and then slipped a finger inside causing me to gasp.
“You like that huh? You like my finger in your ass?”
All I could manage was a moan.
Fucking me again wasn’t what Steven had in mind though. The fingering of my ass had gotten my cock nice and hard and that’s what he wanted. He got behind me, his large cock pressing against my back, and grabbed my cock. Slowly, Steven started to jerk my off.
“Your dick feels so weird in my hand. I’m not used to being able to wrap my fingers all the way around.”
“Shush,” I moaned as he started to speed up.
Soon Steven had me breathing hard and fast in no time at all as he jacked me off. He must have a lot of practice with his own cock because he was doing everything right. I was getting close to cumming and my breathing was getting shallow. In his hand my cock started to get even bigger and harder.
“I’m cumming!” I managed to say with a gasp as the first stream of cum left my cock.
Steven kept jacking me off, aiming my cock at the shower stall wall, as I came. I was almost spent from my orgasm while being fucked earlier in the day but I still had some sperm left in me. Two more jets of cum left shot out of my cock before my orgasm was reduced to a drizzle of cum. Nobody had ever made me cum before. I had half collapsed onto Steven at the onset of my orgasm and he continued to hold me up as he continued to slowly stroke my cock, milking it for every drop of cum. My foreskin moved over the ridge of my head over and over again making me wince from pleasure each time.
“Jesus!” was all I could manage as I sought to catch my breath.
“That was hot!” Steven said, finally releasing my cock and letting it fall down, semi-hard, against my balls.
All I could do was nod.
Steven and I got out of the shower and dried off. We brushed our teeth and got in bed, ready for a good night’s sleep. In my head I went over what had happened during the day. I couldn’t believe how good it all had been. I couldn’t believe I’d had sex in a public place. I couldn’t believe my little brother had cum inside me for a second time. What an incredible day; I could get used to this. Truly, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the sun.
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Detention 6

I woke up with Chris next to me. Sunlight poured through my window, filling my whole room with bright light and it took me a moment or two to realize that it was morning. It was morning and Chris was still in my bed, sleeping next to me. We had slept together in the same bed. All I could wonder was, “How did that happen?” His face was buried sideways on the pillow, his eyes lightly closed, and his mouth slightly open. I studied his perfect, beautiful face for a minute before I looked over at my alarm clock; it was ten minutes to eight. “Oh, shit! Chris wake up now!” I yelled.
Chris’ eyes popped open. He looked at me at first as though he couldn’t remember who I was and then he sat up in bed. “What am I still doin’ here?” he asked.
Quickly, I jumped out of bed, not wearing a damn thing, and found some underwear to put on. “We gotta hurry up. We’re supposed to be at school in like ten minutes.”
Chris didn’t move from the bed at all. He just stretched his powerfully muscular arms over his head, arched his back, causing all of the muscles in his upper body to flex and ripple. “Fuck school. Let’s just not go.”
“No, we gotta go. We’ll get detention again if we miss school.”
Sighing, Chris said, “We’ll probably get detention anyway.” He stepped out of bed, fully naked, the light illuminating his god-like body, and his giant, semi-hard dick swinging around like a pendulum. He picked up his shirt and put it on. “Where the fuck are my pants at?” he asked.
“Think you left `em in the living room. Let me go get them. I don’t know if my mother is home or not.” I left my room, went into the living room, and found Chris’ baggy jeans in a pile on the carpet beside the couch. Picking them up, I sniffed the crotch area of Chris’ jeans a few times, and I could smell his sweet, pungent scent through the denim. It made my dick harden a little bit in my boxer shorts. I jogged back to my room and handed Chris his jeans. “Chris we gotta hurry up and get to school. If we’re late, then we gotta go to detention…again. I’m not tryin to have detention on a fuckin Friday.”
Chris lazily stepped into his jeans. His dick was poking out of the zipper hole. He stuffed it back in and zipped them up. I was surprised to see how good Chris looked in the morning. He looked so fresh as though he didn’t just wake up. Me on the other hand, I knew that I probably looked like a big mess. “It’s already eight o’clock, B.” I checked the clock and saw that he was right. Fuck.
After he was finished dressing, Chris said, “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait a second, I’m almost dressed.”
“No. I need to go home and take a shower and put on some different clothes,” Chris told me.
“Why don’t you just wear what you got on now?”
“`Cause it’s musty, and I hate wearin’ the same thing twice.”
“You can just wear somethin of mine,” I told him. “We’re basically almost the same size.”
Chris looked at me as if I was stupid. “No offense, B. But I wouldn’t be caught fuckin dead wearin any of your shit.” He scoffed and walked out of the room. “I’ll see you later.”
I caught up with him in the living room just as he was about to open the front door, and grabbed him by the arm spinning around. I leaned my face in close to kiss him but Chris pulled back. “I’m cool, B. Your breath stinks.” He grinned, tugged open the door and left. I couldn’t believe he just said that to me–I mean I could believe he said that, because Chris always said shit like that, but that fuckin annoyed me. It just proved to me that the closer that I thought the two of us got, the more Chris proved to me that I wasn’t worth shit to him.
Since I didn’t have much time, I just put on a slightly wrinkled T-shirt and the same jeans I wore the day before. It was fifteen minutes after eight when I finally got out of the house. As I was getting on the bus, searching for my fare, I found the letter that Jason Coleman had written me last night. I paid the dollar fare, found a seat, and reread the note again.
Hey Brandon,
This is Jason. Came by your house around nine-fifteen, but nobody answered the door when I rang the doorbell…I’m kinda disappointed that I didn’t get spend time with you tonight…
As I thought about it, I realized that I was disappointed too.
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I reported to the main office where the bitter old receptionist, Ms. Grayson grimaced at me from behind her desk. “You’re an hour late, Mr. Newman,” she said.
“Um…my bus ran late…”
“Next time,” she said as she filled out a pink slip for me, “Wake up earlier.” Ms. Grayson handed the note to me. “Report to Mr.Wilson’s room at three-fifteen for detention. Next!”
So obviously I could see that this was already gonna be the worst fuckin day of my life. I snatched the slip away from her and stormed out of the office.
Later, during lunch, I saw Jason Coleman walking in my direction as I sat under my favorite tree.
As he came closer, I was just so mesmerized by how attractive he was; and not just the way he looked. There just seemed to be a confidence about him, a maturity about him that set him apart from most high school boys our age. Jason sat next to, smiling. “Hey,” he said. “Did you get that note I left you last night?”
“Yeah, I did…um…my mother wanted me to go somewhere with her at that last minute. I told her that you were comin over, but she didn’t care. I’m sorry I missed you.”
Jason looked at me intently with his bright hazel eyes for a few seconds, as if he were trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not. He just said, “It’s OK. That’s cool. Well, what are you doin after school?”
I sighed. “Got detention again. But afterwards I free to do whatever.”
“Good,” Jason said. He stood up. “Come to the library after you get out. I’ll be there.” Jason winked at me and walked away. I watched his ass through his semi-tight fitting jeans as he strode off. It was really tight and round-looking. I was still amazed that somebody as good-looking and sophisticated as he was would be interested in me. I looked around to see if Chris was spying on me as he had been the other day. When I didn’t see him, I gathered my stuff and headed to class.
I reported to room 738 after school for detention. The bad thing was that this wasn’t going to be like Ms. Navarro’s detention, where all we had to do was sit in our desks and look like idiots for forty-five minutes. Mr. Wilson, the detention teacher for the whole school, was an unnecessarily cruel asshole that made us actually do things as part of detention, like clean all the bathrooms or pick up trash all over campus. This was really not about to be fun.
There was only four other people in detention other than myself: this extremely good-looking, tall and muscular sophomore fifteen-year-old named Scott Howard, Rachel Johnson who was in my Physics class, and of course, the two people I really wasn’t all too excited to see: Billy Anderson and Chris Green. When Chris saw me, he smiled; I couldn’t really tell if it was an insulting smile, or a genuine smile. Just as I sat in my seat, I heard Mr. Wilson say to me in his extremely deep voice, “Five minutes late, Newman.”
I checked my watch. “It’s three fifteen now.”
Mr. Wilson pointed to the wall clock. “Not on that clock it isn’t.” He walked over to my desk, and as he came closer to me, I could smell the sweet scent of the cologne he wore. Mr. Wilson gripped both sides of my desk and lowered himself down so that our faces were at the same level. He stared at me deeply with his piercing ice-blue eyes. Very deliberately with his sexy lips moving slowly, Mr. Wilson said to me, “Don’t ever be late again, Newman.”
With my heart beating at rapid speed, I answered, “I won’t be.”
I heard Chris, Billy and Scott snickering at me. Mr. Wilson looked in their direction. “Did I tell any of you to make any fuckin noise?” he asked.
“No, sir,” all three said at once. I had forgotten that Mr. Wilson had been head coach for the football team in the fall and their Track and Field coach. That’s why Chris, Billy, and Scott respected (or were intimidated by) him so much. Mr. Wilson looked at me again, for a few seconds. And there was something in the way he looked at me, that was not just anger, but also a look of lust, like he wanted to fuck me right there. It was the same look Chris always gave me. I looked at the wedding band on Mr. Wilson’s finger and then I looked him directly in the eyes. Mr. Wilson arched one of his eyebrows slightly, stood up and headed back toward his desk. Like I had done with Jason, I watched Mr. Wilson’s firm-looking round ass in the snug-fitted brown slacks he wore. I could tell from Mr. Wilson’s body shape that he worked out a lot and had a nice physique. He probably had a giant dick like Billy and Chris. It’s been my experience that football players–and their coaches probably–all though I have only fucked three so far (football players, not coaches)–have massive dicks.
“Anderson and Green,” Mr.Wilson said to Billy and Chris, “I want all the trash in the main courtyard and the bleachers on the football field cleaned up.” To Scott, he said, “Howard, you go clean up the men’s locker room. It should be empty by now. All three of you should be back in less than half an hour. Ms. Johnson you can leave now. I don’t have anything for you to do today.” Rachel looked very happy when Mr. Wilson told her this. She was out of the classroom in two seconds. I didn’t dare think to tell him that was unfair that she got to go while the rest of us stayed. But I, as well as Billy, Chris, and Scott knew that was a bad idea to challenge Mr. Wilson. The three boys left the classroom, leaving Mr.Wilson and I alone. “And you, Newman…” Mr. Wilson reached into one the drawers in his desk and pulled out one of the biggest stacks of papers that I had ever seen in my life. He saw the shocked look on my face and this made him smirk. Mr. Wilson carried the papers over to my desk and placed them on my desk. “I want you to grade each one of these. And if you make any mistakes, I’ll be seein your ass everyday in detention for the next two weeks.” Now I was beginning to see where Chris and Billy got their arrogant, fucked up attitudes from. And I hated to admit that it was actually turning me on.
Half an hour later, when Chris, Billy, and Scott returned, I was only half-way finished with the papers. They were all grinning and their clothes looked a lot more wrinkled and dirty than before they had left. I knew that hadn’t cleaned any up at all. They had probably just finished having a fuckin threesome in the locker room or some place. “We’re finished, coach,” Chris said. He looked at me, flashing one of his taunting, cocky grins. “Can we go now?”
“Yes,” Mr. Wilson said. “All of you can go.” Mr. Wilson turned to me. “Except for you, Newman.”
“Why do I gotta stay?” I asked.
“Because I fuckin said so,” Mr. Wilson said sharply. Scott and Billy quietly left the classroom. Chris remained behind for two seconds, giving me this “too bad for you” look and left as well.
As soon as Chris left the classroom, Mr. Wilson walked over to me, his crotch a few inches away from my face and asked, “Why aren’t you fuckin finished with those papers yet?”
“`Cause there’s like a thousand of them. There’s no way in hell that I’m gonna be able to finish all of these papers in ten minutes.”
“Well,” Mr. Wilson said moving in a little bit closer to me, “guess you’re gonna have to stay a little bit longer.” I looked over at his crotch, because by that time it was obvious that he wanted me to, and saw his cock growing within his pants. My own dick started to grow within my jeans.
“I’m supposed to be meeting somebody at four o’ clock,” I told Mr.Wilson. “I can’t stay that much longer.”
Mr. Wilson’s dick continued to harden inside his slacks. It snacked down his left thigh and swelled to its fullest degree, which appeared to be at least a good ten inches. So I guess my whole football player/coach-big dick theory was proving to be accurate. Mr. Wilson gave his cock a few squeezes though his pants. My dick was rock hard now, poking against the denim of my jeans. A good part of me wanted to see what Mr. Wilson’s dick looked like, and even how it would taste like going in my mouth. But then there was another part that felt bad and guilty about suckin off a teacher. “I’ve been hearin some things about you, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said to me.
My heart skipped. “Things like what?”
Mr. Wilson unbuckled his belt slowly and unbuttoned his slacks. “I’ve heard that you been doin things with my Quarterback.”
I swallowed. My dick was still pulsating. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about.”
Chuckling, Mr. Wilson lowered his zipper down a little bit, just enough for me to see that he was not wearing any underwear. He had shiny brown pubes. “Oh, I think you know what I’m talkin about, Newman.”
“Actually I don’t. And I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to be doin’ that in front of me.”
“Appropriate?” Mr. Wilson asked with a smirk. “What do you know about appropriate, Newman? You’ve been caught fuckin in Ms. Navarro’s classroom, the boy’s bathroom–and I know about what’s been goin on in the gym and the football field–now is that what you call ‘appropriate’?” Mr. Wilson put one hand into the hole in his zipper and massaged his dick inside of his pants. “I guess the two of you aren’t even tryin to keep it a secret.”
I glared at him. “What do you want?”
Mr. Wilson gave me a coy look that I read as: “You know what I want.” I thought he was going to whip out his dick and try to stick it into my mouth, but instead he rose his zipper and fastened the button to his pants, “Not today. This will have to wait for another time. You can go now, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said.
I waited until my boner deflated a little and then I responded, “But what about these papers you wanted me to grade?”
“Toss `em in the trash. They’re just a bunch of old papers from last year.” Mr. Wilson smiled at me, a very taunting and cruel smile.
That was just another reason for me to hate his fucking guts. I grabbed the pile of papers and dumped them in the recycling bin. Mr. Wilson sat behind his desk and began to write something on a piece of paper. As I was ready to exit the classroom, Mr. Wilson asked me, without looking up from his paper, “You’re not gonna tell anybody about this are you?”
It was basically the same exact question Ms. Navarro had asked me only a week earlier. When she had asked, I didn’t have an answer, but I had one now: “No. But maybe you should be careful. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone telling your wife.” Mr. Wilson lifted his head from his paper and gave me a look of surprise, as if he hadn’t expected me to say that. Smiling to myself, I stepped out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.
The library would be closing in under twenty-five minutes. I jogged halfway across campus, hoping that Jason hadn’t left yet. Entering the library doors, I saw that the place was mostly empty. The librarian typed away on his computer at his desk, and when he saw me, he said, “We’re closing in fifteen minutes.”
I checked the computer area, and Jason wasn’t there; I checked the study area, he wasn’t there either, I checked the book stacks, and I still didn’t see him. I went down one narrow book aisle and called out his name. “Jason? Are you still here?”
From the opposite side of the bookshelf, I heard a deep voice say, “No, but I am.” I removed one of the books from the shelf to see Chris’ handsome, grinning face on the other side. “So he let you outta detention huh? I thought you woulda been in there for a least a half hour longer, gettin the ‘special treatment’.” Chris walked around the shelf and joined me in the narrow aisle.
“So I guess the special treatment involves jackin off right in front of my face?”
Chris’ eyebrows arched and he chuckled. “Wilson pulled out his dick? Did he make you jack him off? Suck him off?”
“No!” I pushed my way past him and walked out of the library. Chris followed behind me.
“He left ten minutes ago,” Chris said.
I turned around. “Who?”
“That pretty boy you was chattin up with yesterday. Think he said his name was Jason.”
It felt like my heart had plummeted down to my feet. “Jason? You didn’t talk to him did you?”
Chris shrugged. “For a quick second.”
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“Did you say anything about me?”
“You came up a few times.”
I got really nervous. “What did you tell him, Chris?”
Chris had this amused look on his face. “Nothin too bad. Don’t get all stressed B. Your forehead is all wrinkled.”
“You never get tired of fuckin around with me.” I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket and walked away.
I heard Chris say from behind me, “I was just tryin to help you out.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Chris followed me as I made my way back across campus toward the main gates. He caught up with me. “B, wait up. Let me take you home.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take the bus.” Seizing me by the hand, Chris dragged me off into the direction of his truck. I tried struggling with him, but either he was stronger than I expected him to be, or I just wasn’t in the mood to really struggle with him. As I calmed down, Chris loosened his grip on me, but he didn’t let go of my hand until we reached his truck.
“Get in,” he said as he unlocked the door. I stepped into the truck reluctantly. Chris turned on the engine and we were cruising down the street in seconds.
I asked “How long are we gonna do this?”
“What?” Chris questioned.
“You know what I’m talkin about. We go to detention, and then we fuck, and then we go to school the next day and pretend like we don’t like each other, like we don’t even know who each other are. It’s gettin kinda boring now. When is it gonna stop?”
“Who said anything about me wantin to fuck you today?” Chris asked. “I’m just takin you home. Besides, you’re probably gonna go and fuck that dude Jason, or whatever the fuck his name is.”
“Who said anything about me fuckin anybody?” I questioned back. “And speakin of fucking, what were you and Billy and that other freshman boy–Scott–or whatever his name is doin’?
“It’s not what you think,” Chris said. He took one hand off the steering wheel and used the other hand to tug at his crotch. “I didn’t fuck either one of them.”
“Yeah right.”
“B, of all people, you should know that it takes longer than twenty minutes for me to get off. It woulda took me a hour and a half at least to bone them. And like I told you yesterday, the only person I’m fuckin is you. Probably can’t say the same thing bout you though.”
“What are you talkin about? You the only one I’m…” I stopped talking before I ended the sentence. “I haven’t done anything with Jason Coleman yet–”
“Did you just hear yourself, B?” Chris took his hand off his dick, which I assumed was hard now, and placed it back on the steering wheel. “You said you haven’t done anything with him ‘yet’.”
“I don’t plan on doin anything with him.” That part wasn’t necessarily true. “I don’t even know him all that much yet.”
“There goes that ‘yet’ word again, B. And `sides, you don’t need to know somebody to fuck `em. You just need to be horny enough.”
“So what’s your point?” I asked, annoyed.
“I want you to admit that you wanna fuck that boy,” Chris said.
“Why?”
Chris didn’t answer.
I looked out my window, watching all the houses and trees that passed by. My heart was fluttering in my chest and my stomach felt like it was bouncing all over the place. “I like being with you,” I whispered. I was hoping that Chris didn’t hear me.
“What did you say?” Chris asked.
“Nothin.” I said.
“No,” Chris responded, looking at me. “I wanna hear what you just said.”
My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest; I took a deep breath, and without looking at him, I said a little bit louder, “I said I like being with you.” There was an extended moment of awkward silence and I regretted ever saying anything at all. I wish I could’ve just taken it–
“I like bein with you too…” Chris said. His voice shook a little when he said that, as though it was the hardest thing in the world for him to say. Another moment of silence past and Chris asked, “Do you like me?” I really couldn’t believe he was asking me that, and I could tell by the way his voice was still shaking that he couldn’t believe he asked me either.
“…I don’t know… sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. What about you?”
Chris hesitated for a moment, and then he answered, “More than I should.”
“More than you should, what?” I asked.
Chris kept his eyes straight on the road. “I like you more than I should. Didn’t think that shit would ever happen.”
“Why?”
“`Cause I don’t wanna like you,” Chris said bluntly. “You and me don’t go together. We’re hella opposite.” Though what he was saying was true, his words still stung.
“I know…” I said.
Chris turned down my street. I hadn’t even realized that we were so close to my house. “That dude likes you, the one I was talkin to in the library–Jason.”
“How do you know?” I was interested in hearing his explanation.
“`Cause I can just tell. When I said your name, his face lit up and shit. He was just sittin there, lookin around like he was waitin for somebody to come. Figured he was waitin for you and all, since I saw you talkin to him the other day. Told him you was still in detention and wouldn’t be out for like another half hour. And then he said he didn’t mind waitin, that he was gonna sit there until you came.”
I was kinda bewildered by all of this. “Did he really say that?”
Chris pulled up into my driveway. He shut off the engine and looked at me. For the first time in the four years that I had known him, Chris actually looked serious; he didn’t have that stupid cocky-ass smile on his face that he usually wore, he just looked really sincere. I was almost amazed.
“If Jason said he was gonna wait for me,” I said, “then how come he wasn’t there when I went to the library?”
Chris turned his face away from me. “Told `im to leave. I told him that he might as well just take his ass home, `cause you wasn’t gonna come.”
“Why did you tell him that?”
Taking a deep breath, Chris said, “`Cause I didn’t want you to go off with him…I wanted you to go with me. And that’s what I’m talkin about, I’m not supposed to care…” He stopped talking.
I didn’t really know what to feel. I didn’t know if I should’ve been angry at Chris for making Jason leave, mad at Jason for not waiting for me like he said he would, or should I be happy that Chris waited for me, and that whether he meant to or not, he had shown that there was a part of him that actually did care about me. I felt a mixture of all those emotions and I didn’t know what to say back to Chris. Again, we sat in awkward silence.
“Are you gonna get out?” Chris asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah and no.” Chris folded his arms around the steering wheel and rested his head gently against the horn, with his face turned toward me. “You’re right,” he said.
“Right about what?”
“All we do is fight, fuck, and go to detention.” I laughed a little and Chris did the same. “We don’t talk, we don’t hang out. We basically don’t even really like each other. But for the past two weeks we’ve been fuckin nearly everyday. That shit is crazy,” Chris said. “I usually don’t give a fuck about who I’m fuckin…but you…I fuckin didn’t think this shit was gonna end up like this.”
“Me either,” I said. “But I’m kinda glad it did.”
“Why?” Chris asked. “You probably have more in common with that pretty dude than you have with me. You can probably talk to him bout all kinda shit, you’ll laugh at his stupid ass jokes and he’ll laugh at yours; you’ll take corny-ass walks through the park; when you go to school you don’t gotta worry bout if he’s gonna ignore you, and when you fuck him, you don’t gotta worry that he might not like you after. You can’t have that with me.”
“And maybe I’m stupid as fuck,” I said, “but that’s the reason why I like bein with you, `cause you don’t do all those things. You’re right, you do ignore me and when we’re fuckin I’m sure most of the time that you don’t feel anything emotional about it, you just wanna get off. But sometimes I know that when we…have sex…that it kinda means somethin to you. It means somethin to me. Like you told me one time, if I really wanted to, I can always find somebody to fuck. I mean it’s not really hard to find so-called straight football players that would probably love me to suck their dick, but I don’t. If I wanted to be with Jason, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. “You’re a fuckin dumb-ass,” he said, bursting out into one of his cocky grins. “All this Hallmark bullshit is about to make me fuckin throw up.”
“Fuck, Chris. You always gotta fuck up the mood.”
“Just playin,” Chris said, “don’t get all PMS-ish.”
Slightly annoyed, I opened the door to the truck and was about to step out, when Chris pulled me back in. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lips. The kiss started off hard but soon it became gentle, and our tongues brushed up against each other. Chris’ grip on the back of my neck loosened, but he still held on to me, sucking my bottom lip and brushing my hair with his fingers. It was like every nerve in my body was tingling at once, and my body heated up like I had just stepped into an inferno. I didn’t want him to let go of me. But after three minutes–it felt like three hours–Chris gently pulled away from me. I could barely breathe and warm sweat rolled down my back. “That was for this mornin’,” Chris told me. He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time longer than the first, and he rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“Let’s go to my room,” I told him. “My mother isn’t home.”
Gently biting the side of my neck, Chris said, “I can’t. Got somethin I gotta do. Later.”
I wanted him to fuck me right there in that truck, but I managed to use a little self-control. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Chris and stepped out of the car. As I was about to get out the second time, Chris said to me, “Don’t fuck him, B.”
“Huh?”
“Jason. I don’t want you to fuck him. I don’t care if you chill with him, but I don’t want him diggin you out.” Chris had this very serious face on his face.
Before I really had a chance to think about my answer, I said, “I won’t.”
Chris nodded his head slightly. “Promise me.”
Wow, he was really serious about it. “I don’t make promises, Chris.”
“Make one for me.”
It was hard for me to say it, not because I didn’t want to say it, but because I didn’t know if what I was about to say would be the complete truth. “I won’t do anything with him.”
Chris just stared at me as though he was probing my mind with his eyes. After a while he said, “Okay.”
I stepped out of the truck and watched as Chris drove away down the street; I waited until his truck was out of sight and then went inside. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my unmade bed. The sheets still smelled like sweat and cum from when Chris and I had fucked the day before. As I sniffed the sheets, my dick got hard, wishing that Chris was here now in my bed, that I had his eleven inch dick in my mouth. Unbuckling my jeans, I pulled out my dick and started to jerk myself off slowly. Suddenly images of Mr.Wilson came into my head; I don’t know why I thought of him, but I thought about his big dick throbbing against the tight pants he wore; I wondered what it would’ve tasted like. And then I thought of Jason. I wondered how big his dick was and how he looked like naked. I imagined him on top of me, his sweaty, slender, muscular toned body grinding against mine, his dick grazing against my asscrack. Images of him fucking me hard and fast entered my head and I couldn’t get them out–and I kinda didn’t want to get them out. As I jerked off, I tried to think of Chris only, but it didn’t work. Jason kept popping up. I told Chris that I wasn’t going to do anything with Jason, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep that promise. Seconds before I was about to cum, the doorbell rang.
Quickly I stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipped them up. As I jogged into the living room, I assumed that Chris had changed his mind and come back. However, when I reached the door and opened it, I almost screamed in shock–
Jason was on the other side of the door and he looked so fuckin incredible, like a fuckin supermodel, that I thought I was gonna cum right there in my jeans. “Hey, Brandon. Can I come in?”
It was really hard for me to believe that was really happening, that Jason was really standing on the other side of the door. He smiled at me, that perfect, dazzling white smile that my skin tingle. His hazel eyes glimmered in the remaining sunlight. “Jason, what are you doin here?”
Jason took a step toward me. His scent was a lot sweeter than Chris’ but just as hypnotic, if not slightly more. “Came to see you. This a bad time or something?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. And then I finally regained my senses. “No, come in.” I stepped aside and Jason entered my house. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew that things were really about to get a lot more complicated than I needed them to be.

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