A gay adult story: Detention 2 by Michael Booker
Me and Chris Green got suspended for three days for fucking on the floor of our Spanish Class, and once we came back to school, we had two more weeks of detention to finish. Surprisingly, none of the other students knew what had gone down between Chris and I. And I was grateful and relieved. I didn’t care if people knew I liked boys, but I really didn’t want anybody to know that I fucked Chris Green. And I assumed that Chris felt the exact same way. The bad thing was that Thursday, when I returned to school again, I had to see Chris all day because he was in most of my classes. Even though I went out my way to sit far away from him so that I wouldn’t have to see him, I could still feel his eyes on me, and whenever I looked in his direction, Chris would wink or give me one of his dumbass, sexy, arrogant grins. I hate that asshole–but he looking at him and remembering the things we had done together still made me hard.
At three o’ clock, after our last class, Chris and I reported to detention, and like the first time, we were the only two people in the class besides Ms. Navarro, our spanish teacher. As soon as we walked through the door, she said, “I do not want to see anything today like I saw Monday,” she said. “If I catch you two doing that again, I’m going to have both of you expelled from this school.”
“But what were we doin?” Chris asked chuckling.
Ms. Navarro looked at us as if we were two monsters. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t let it happen again in my classroom.”
Chris slouched in his seat, putting his hands behind his head.”So we can do it in another classroom?”
I had to laugh, even though I knew I shouldn’t have. Ms. Navarro gave me an evil look and I shut up immediately. Unlike last time, she did not leave the room, and she kept a firm eye on us the whole time. I felt like a dirty criminal or something. After an hour passed, Ms. Navarro checked her watch and said to us, “The two of you can leave. But I expect both of you to be here at three o’clock exactly tomorrow.”
Chris hopped out of his seat and headed straight for the door. I picked up my backpack and as I was about to leave, Ms. Navarro said, “Brandon, I need to say something to you.”
I felt nervous. “What is it?”
She looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then she looked away. “Nothing. I will see you tomorrow.”
I thought that was kinda weird, but I didn’t say anything. I left the room, thinking that Chris was already long gone by that time. But when I closed the door to the spanish classroom, Chris came up from behind me and almost tackled me to the ground.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I yelled.
Chris laughed. He shoved me hard with one hand. “Shut up you fuckin crybaby.” He pushed me up against a locker and my backpack fell out of my hands. I tried to move but Chris had cornered me. His hot breath was on my neck. He looked me up and down with his sexy caramel-colored eyes like he wanted to fuck me, right there, in the hallway, against the lockers. My dick went from limp to hard in three seconds. “Chris, back up away from me.”
“No,” he said. Chris squeezed the bulge in my jeans and moved his mouth toward mine. I pushed him back as far as I could, giving myself enough space to move. “So we’re back to playin this stupid game?” he asked.
I grabbed my backpack from the ground. “What game?”
“Stop actin like you don’t wanna fuck me,” Chris said.
I began to walk quickly toward the exit, Chris followed right beside me. I could smell his strong body scent and it smelled so good to me. My dick was still throbbing in my jeans. I hated Chris for making me be so attracted to him.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” he said.
“I’ve had better.”
“Shut the fuck up. You know you’re lyin.”
He was right, I was lying, but I also wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that for the last three days I had been thinking about him and his beautiful eleven inch dick. The sun was setting when we got outside and it was almost dark. I probably had already missed my bus.
Chris grabbed my ass and squeezed it. “Stop it,” I said. But of course I didn’t really want him to stop and he knew that. But he took his hand off my butt anyway. I was kinda disappointed.
“Where are you goin?” Chris asked.
“A place I call my house.”
“How far away is it?” Chris continued.
“Why the fuck do you wanna know?”
Chris stood up to me close. I had to crane my neck upward because he towered over me. Even though I really wasn’t all that afraid of him, it still didn’t mean that I didn’t know that he could beat the shit out of me. “What the fuck did I tell you about talkin to me like that? The next time–”
“Yeah, I already heard this shit before,” I said. “I don’t wanna hear it again.”
Chris gripped me roughly by the arm and started to drag me away with him. I struggled, but his hold was too strong. “Get your fuckin hands off me,” I said.
“Be quiet,” Chris said.
He led us to the parking lot, where there were only about six cars parked. Chris walked us over to his large red truck. “I’m not goin anywhere with you,” I said.
“Get in the goddamn truck,” Chris said harshly. I followed his orders. “Where do you live? And if you don’t tell me, I’m gonna knock the shit outta you.” I believed him, so I told him where I lived. We drove there mostly in silence, but then Chris asked me, “Is your dick still hard?”
“Yeah, is yours?”
“Feel it and see,” he told me.
I reached over and unziped his pants. After pulling down the waistband of his underwear, I found his ultra large dick and began to play with it as he drove. Chris wasn’t all the way hard yet, but he was defintely getting on his way to being hard. “Yank on that shit,” Chris said. “And do it hard.”
I pulled his dick, jerking him off roughly. Chris began to swivel his hips slowly and groan deeply. I messaged his big nutsack,and Chris started to precum. It dribbled on my hand. “Don’t cum yet. Not in here. Wait till we get home.” I said.
“The only place I’m gonna cum is in that nice ass you got, Brandon.” Chris looked at me briefly, smirking. ‘That shit felt so good when I was fuckin you.”
“Felt good when I was fuckin you too,” I said.
Chris suddenly got defensive. “Don’t go thinkin that you’re gonna be fuckin me tonight, cause you’re not. I only did it that one time.”
“If you say so,” I said, and I continued to jerk him off fast and hard.
About time we reached my home, our jeans were wet and stained with our precum. We zipped up, got out of the truck and went inside of my house. I was surprised that nobody was home.
Usually by five my parents were home, but thankfully not that day. Chris embraced me from behind. I could feel his hard dick poking against my ass. “Where’s your room?” he whispered into my ear.
I led him to my room, closed the door, and locked it. Chris immediately began to disrobe. He kicked off his shoes, took off his shirt. I marveled at his naked chest. He looked even more muscular than he did three days ago. Chris had amazing pecs and his abs were unbelievably hard. I could’ve just shot a load on myself just looking at his chest. Next, Chris took off his baseball cap. “Keep the hat on,” I told him. Chris chuckled and put it back on. I walked over to him slowly. He gave me his most cocky grin as I approached me, as though he knew he had me under his control. I bent down in front of him, my face only a thin inch away from his crotch. I mashed my face against the bulge in the front of his jeans and inhaled the sweet scent of demim and the pungent scent of Chris’ body.
“Take my dick out,” Chris ordered.”
I unbuckled his jeans slowly. My heart hammered as I unzipped his pants for the second time. I pulled his baggy jeans down all the way to his knees. I was captivated by his large, muscled thighs, and the hard, eleven inch dick that was straining behind the dirty-looking jockstrap Chris wore. I pressed my lips against the bulge in his jockstrap, reaching behind him to grab a hold of his perfectly round, tight ass. I slid one finger into his crack.
“Stop,” Chris said. “You can touch my ass, but don’t go inside of it.” If I wanted to, I could’ve just went straight into his tight hole with my finger, but I respected his wishes–for the time being.I grabbed on to the waistband of his jockstrap, pulling it down slowly, until I could see his thick pubic bush, down further, until his big dick came out like a jack in the box. I couldn’t believe that his dick was so long and so thick. I kissed the tip of the large head gently. But then Chris popped me on the head. “Don’t fuckin kiss it, suck the fuckin thing.” I allowed his cock to ransack my mouth. Chris shoved his dick all the way down my throat, and for a few moments, I couldn’t breathe. But I adapted quickly to his dick forcing its way all the way to the back of my mouth.”Lick my nuts, you fuckin faggot ass,” Chris moaned.
I lapped at his rank smelling nutsack, nibbling gently on each nut, and then biting the skin on his nutsack a little hard. “Oh god fuckin damn,” Chris yelled. “Keep doin that.”I chewed on the hair on his balls, licked his balls while Chris rubbed his precum-dripping
dick all over my forehead. And then I went back to sucking his dick again. Chris’ knees trembled and he groaned so loudly. I touched his ass again, and when I went inside his hairy crack again, Chris didn’t say anything. I poked his hole with my finger. It was not open. Chris had clenched it very tight so that I wouldn’t be able to get in. When he had enough, Chris picked me up by the waist and threw me on my bed. I hit the mattress so hard that I almost bounced up to the ceiling. A second later, Chris was on top of me, ripping my shirt off my body, dragging my jeans off my legs. My dick was standing straight up, waiting for him. Chris looked at my dick. “What are you just lookin at it for?” I asked. “Suck it.”
Chris slammed his fist down hard on my stomach. “Shut the fuck up,” he said. Chris wrapped his large hand around my dick and squeezed, choking the hell out of it. I closed my eyes, burying my head deeper into my pillow. Chris licked the head of my dick once very quickly.
It was enough to my whole lower body warm up. He engulfed my dick and started to suck it vigorously, his head moving up and down, his spit covering every inch of my rigid cock. Chris gave good head, and he knew he gave good head. I squirmed and writhed on the mattress, twisting from side to side, gripping the sheets. Chris placed his hand on my chest, effortlessly keeping me pinned down to the bed. “Stop movin all over the fuckin place,” he said.
“I can’t,” I breathed out. “It feels good.”
Chris moved up to my stomach, licking it, moving upward toward my chest. He bit my nipples hard. I screamed out loud and that only made Chris bite harder. He moved upward to my neck, licking it, biting it. I was probably gonna have a hicky in the morning. “Roll your ass over,” he said.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked.
“Don’t ask me anything,” Chris said. He flipped me over on my stomach, pushing my head down onto the pillow. Chris slapped my ass very hard and the pain (well it wasn’t all that painful cause it felt good) but a wave of pleasure erupted all over my body. I squealed. He slapped my ass again and I cried out again. “Shut the fuck up,” Chris said and gave me another smack on my ass. “You better not scream again,” he ordered. Chris continued to smack my ass over and over and the more he did, the more my nerves tingled. I tried not to scream but it was hard. When my butt was numb from his smacks, Chris climbed on top of me, his weight pushing me even deeper into the mattress. He proceeded to lick the back of my neck,
down to my back, to my lower back. When he reached my ass, I thought he was going to spank me again, but he rubbed his tongue all over my ass it felt warm and soothing. I exhaled deeply and relaxed. Chris ripped open my ass and dug into my crack with his tongue. I cried
out loud again and Chris slapped my butt again. I quieted down and Chris returned to eating me out, fast and furiously.
“Fuck me,” I said.
I felt the head of Chris’ dick rubbing up along my crack. “You want me to fuck this ass?” he asked.
“Yeah…”
“You want me to fuck you?” he repeated.
“Goddamn it, I said yeah!”
Chris spat several times into my asscrack, until it was wet enough for him to jam his monster dick inside. He rolled me over sideways so that I was facing my window. Chris got on the other side of me. He opened my ass again, and I felt his dick searching around my buttcrack for my hole. It only took him about five seconds to find it. When his dick forced itself inside of me, it felt like I was burning from the inside out. I screamed out very loudly and Chris snatched the pillow from beneath my head and pressed it against my mouth so that the sound was muffled. He jammed his dick even further into my hole until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. “You like this big ass fuckin dick, don’t you?”I couldn’t speak, my mouth was wide open but covered by the pillow.
“I said you fuckin like it don’t you?” Chris demanded.
I nodded my head. Chris tossed the pillow aside. He placed me on my stomach again and resumed to fuck me senseless. He gave me absolutely no mercy as he endlessly plowed inside of me, filling me with gorgeous, massive pole.
“Oh my god,” I kept sayin over and over as he tore me up with his dick.
“Say my fuckin name,” he said.
I threw all my pride out and relented to him. “Chris! Chris fuck me!”
“What do you think I’m fuckin doin?” Chris said. He fucked me even harder and faster than before. “Oh, I’m gonna filled your ass with so much cum, it’ll be leakin out for days.”
“Do it!” I screamed. I was almost on the verge of tears because it felt so good. “Please, Chris. Cum in me.”
“Not yet, B. I still have a while to go.” Chris flipped me again on my back, raised my left leg up and continued to fuck me so hard that I thought I might pass out. “Can’t believe how good this ass feels,” Chris whispered.
“I wanna fuck you,” I managed to say when I caught my breath.
Chris slowed down a little. He stared at me hard. “Told you, Brandon. It was only that one time. I don’t get fucked.”
“Yeah you do. You like it just as much I like gettin fucked.”
Chris shoved his dick inside of as hard as he could to shut me up. I howled. “Chris, I wanna fuck you.”
He continued to stare at me deeply as he pounded me. “I don’t want you tellin people that I let you dig me out.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Chris removed his dick from my ass sharply. It took me a few minutes to relax and catch my breath. Chris got on the mattress beside me on his hands and knees. He poked his full ass out as far as it would go. It was the most beautiful thing ever. “Eat me out first,” he said.
I moved behind him, mesmerized by his beautiful ass, and then I went to work, licking his rank crack. His hole opened slightly giving me the chance to slip my tongue inside. Chris shuddered and moaned. I smacked his butt hard and the sound echoed throughout the room. I
shoved my tongue deeper into his hole, getting ready to shove my dick inside.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“Just do the damn thing,” Chris said.
I gripped Chris’ hips, targeted his hole wih my dick head, counted to three in my head and rammed my dick all the way up his ass in one single motion.
“OH FUCK!” Chris yelled. His entire body vibrated and his head bent all the way back. “OH SHIT!” He pounded the mattress with his fist, banging his head against my headboard as I slipped out of his warm tight ass and then ran my dick up his ass again. “Work my ass, Brandon.” Chris moaned. “Tear it up.” And I did. I fucked him just as hard as he had fucked me, without mercy. He felt so warm inside, like a moist oven, and I loved the way his asshole clamped on to my dick, not letting go of it. “Fuck, that dick feels good. Put that dick all the way up my ass,” Chris begged. He growled and snarled like an animal. “Rip my ass open,” he ordered. I loved the way he talked as I fucked him. I loved the way he begged for my dick.
“You got the best fuckin dick, B,” Chris said. “Oh god, I love your dick.”
“I thought you didn’t like getting fucked.” I thrust deeply inside of him and Chris groaned.
“I do,” Chris said though his intense moans. “I do..”
“Tell me how much you like it. Say my name.” I kept giving it to him over and over, and I enjoyed watching him scream and cry.
“…Brandon…Brandon I love your dick. Oh my god, don’t stop fuckin me. You feel so fuckin good in my ass.”
“And you feel so fuckin good on my dick. I’m gonna cum in you so hard that it’ll go up your ass and out your fuckin mouth, Chris.”
“Yeah, do that shit, B.”
“I’m gonna fuck you like this everyday, okay,” I said.
Chris nodded his head as I jammed my whole dick inside of him and began to swirl it around inside of his asshole walls. “Uh-huh.”
“Your ass is gonna swallow my nut juice everyday,” I told him.
“Okay…” Chris moaned. “B, I’m about to bust one. Cum in me now.”
My dick exploded in his ass, and cum came bursting out like a bursted oil rig into his ass.
“Oh fuckin yeah,” Chris whispered, “Feels so hot.” I rolled Chris on his stomach, put my mouth on his dick, and in seconds, Chris’ hot thick cum was pumping down my throat. I swallowed every drop, not letting one bit go to waste. We laid there for about twenty minutes, not saying anything, when the phone on my nightstand rang. I picked it up. It was my mother. She called to tell me that she and my dad would be spending the night over my grandmother’s.
Chris caressed me inner thigh and moved his head over my dick. He licked the head of my dick.
“Have fun,” My mother told me before she hung up.
I looked over at Chris, at his grinning face and the large dick that was beginning to grow again. “Don’t worry. I will,” I said and hung up.