Detention 3

Friday afternoon, at three o’ clock, I reported to Ms. Navarro’s classroom for detention. Chris Green was already there, sitting in one of the desks, and so was another boy, Billy Anderson. I had Billy in a couple of my classes; he was a really good looking dude: about six foot tall, vanilla wafer-colored skin, beautifully muscular arms and a hard chest. Billy had intense black eyes, light stubble around his angular face, short dark brown hair, and a small (compared to Chris), but cute pair of pink lips. He and Chris sat beside each other, talking about something that I couldn’t--and really didn’t care to understand. When they saw me, both of them chuckled a little, and I rolled my eyes and headed for a desk way across the room from them. I assumed that because Chris was around one of his ‘friends’ that he was gonna try to act all hard and shit. He would say shit about me to Billy, and at the end of detention, Chris would ask to come over to my house so that we could fuck. I really wasn’t in the mood for either of their shit today.I hoped that for once they didn’t have anything to say, but of course, they had something to say. They were gonna say as much shit as they could before Ms. Navarro came into the room.

“Is that the faggot that got you in trouble?” Billy asked Chris.

I felt Chris’ eyes on me, but I didn’t look at either of them. I tried to pretend as though I didn’t hear them, but it was hard, because Billy said it extra loud so that I had no choice but to hear it.

“Yeah,” Chris said, faking disgust. “He’s the one. Should go over there and beat his ass.”

“You should,” Billy agreed. 

Finally, I turned and looked over at them. They were just waiting for me to say something back to them. “Both of you need to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Don’t fuck with me right now.” 

Chris and Billy laughed out loud as though I had just said the funniest joke in the world. Looking at Chris laughing at me when I knew that he was just trying to act all cool in front of Billy pissed me the fuck off. He was a prime example of the reason why I hated high school boys: some of them might be cute, but they’re super fake and immature. 

A few minutes later, Ms. Navarro entered the room, carrying a load of papers in her hands. She placed them at her desk and sat in her chair. She looked at all three of us. “I want all of you to be quiet. Nobody moves, nobody talks for a whole hour.”

“Stupid bitch,” Chris muttered.

“What did you say, Christopher?” Ms. Navarro demanded.

“Nothin’,” Chris said. “I didn’t say nothin.”

“That’s what I thought,” the teacher said. “Anymore comments like that, and you’ll be in detention until graduation.”

“Whatever,” Chris whispered.

Half an hour passed. The classroom was silently mostly, except for Billy, who tapped his fingers on the desktop, and the ticking of the clock. I peeked over at Chris, who was looking at me. Everytime I saw Chris’ sexy face, part of the hated I had for him diminished, and I was reminded of the times we had messed around together. I remembered the way his warm lips sliding up and down my dick, the way he forced his eleven inch dick all the way up my ass, the way his whole body trembled whenever he came inside of me, and the way I seemed to melt after I squirted my cum inside his hot, tight ass. The more I thought about that, and the more I looked into Chris’ eyes, the harder my dick got. I didn’t want to get hard, but of course I could never control how my body reacted to Chris Green. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. 

“Hurry back,” she said. 

“I have to go to,” Chris said.

Chris saw me push down my hard dick, as I stood. Billy wasn’t even paying attention, he was staring off into space. As I walked to the door, Chris said, “I need to go to the bathroom too.”

Ms. Navarro gave Chris a sharp look. “Wait until Brandon returns.”

“No,” Chris said, “I really need to go now.”

I’m sure he didn’t need to go to the bathroom at all. The only reason why he wanted to go was because I was going. I figured that Ms. Navarro would say no again, but she sighed and said, “Both of you be back here in under two minutes. If you’re not--”

Chris hopped up out of his seat before Ms. Navarro could get her last words out. Billy turned and watched us leave the room. He gave me a look of suspicion as we left the the classroom. The bathroom was located directly around the corner. I went inside and and Chris followed closely behind me. We both stepped up to the urinals at the same time. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff dick. I stood as close as I could to the urinal so that Chris would not be able to see my hard dick. Chris unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock. It hadn’t grown all the way to its full eleven inches, but it was definitely getting there. Unlike me, Chris stood at a distance from the urinal, giving me a full opportunity to see his beautiful dick, and the golden liquid that squirted out of it like a water gun. I tried not to look at Chris’ dick, I tried to prove to myself that I wasn’t that sprung on him, but I couldn’t. I had to look at his dick. After he was finished pissing, Chris started to softly rub the big,, wet head of his cock. He rubbed up and down the shaft slowly, until his dick was hard as wood. I started to rub my own dick slowly. 

“Let me see it, B,” Chris said.

“No. Get away from me.”

“What, you mad at me?”

“I don’t feel like talkin to you right now.”

“I wasn’t serious when I was sayin all that mess about you, Brandon. Don’t get all emotional and shit.”

“Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care.”

Chris smiled and started to jerk himself off faster. I saw his ass clench tight within his loose jeans. I wanted to reach over, put my fingers down the back of his pants, and slide them up and down his asscrack. Almost as if he had read my mind, Chris forcibly dug into the back of my jeans, yanked down the waistband of my underwear, and stuck his finger deep into the crack of my ass. I closed my eyes and a soft groan escaped my mouth. Chris moved behind me and pulled my pants and underwear all the way down, exposing my naked ass to him. He pushed me hard against the urinal. With one hand on my lower back, Chris used his other hand to open my ass up wide. “Been thinkin bout this sweet ass all day,” Chris said. He bit my left ass cheek hard. A flood of pleasure coursed through my body. I wanted him to keep going, even though I knew he shouldn’t. Chris opened my ass with both hands, uncovering my asshole. I felt the tip of his wet, silky tongue against my closed hole and my knees weakened. Chris turned his baseball cap backward so that he had better access to my ass. He reached between my legs, found my hard dick, and pulled it backward, toward my ass, toward his mouth. Chris started at the top of my asscrack, continued down to my hole, which was moist enough now to let his tongue slip in a little, down to the piece of skin that connected my asshole to my nutsack, and slipped the head of my dick into his eagerly awaiting, hot mouth. 

“You taste better every time,” Chris said as my dick fell out of his mouth.

“...Chris...we have...to go back.”

“Not yet.” Chris returned to eating my ass furiously. Each time his tongue went deeper and deeper into my asshole, I started to sweat all over. I wanted to stay there like that, with him ripping my ass apart with his tongue, but I knew that in a few seconds, Ms. Navarro was gonna send--

Billy walked into the bathroom. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was him. Chris immediately took his face out of my asscrack, jumped to his feet and buttoned up his jeans. I did the same thing. Billy, who didn’t appear disgusted or surprised at all, leaned against the wall, his burly arms crossed over his muscular chest. He looked at Chris and I with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. “She told me to tell you two to get back in the classroom now,” Billy said. 

Chris moved away from me as though I had a disease or somethin. “Yo, Billy. It’s not what you think--”

Billy walked out of the bathroom before Chris could finish what he was gonna say. 

“FUCK!” Chris yelled. He kicked over one of the wastebaskets, sending used paper towels flying all over the ground. Chris looked at me angrily, as though somehow this was my fault. I could tell that at that one moment, he hated me more than anything he had ever hated in his life. I sure that he was gonna say somethin or try to hit me or somethin, but he didn’t. He flashed me the most hateful look and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me alone. 

When I walked back into the classroom, Ms. Navarro asked me, rather annoyed, “What took you so long in the bathroom? I told the both of you to be back in under two minutes?”

“Uh...” I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t trip,” Billy told Ms. Navarro. “Brandon and Chris were just takin a dump. You should go in the bathroom. It’s gonna smell like ass in there for a week.”

I didn’t know whether to feel relieved that Billy had covered for me, or grossed out that he had used that excuse. Chris was slouching in his seat, the bill of his baseball cap shielding his face so that I could not see the anger that was in his eyes. 

“Let this be the last time that you take that long, Mr. Newman,” Ms. Navarro. “Now sit back in your seat.” 

I did. For the next twenty minutes, I just sat in my desk, worried about having been caught by Billy Anderson. Glancing over in his direction, I saw Chris with his head pointed down, his body frozen as though he were a vegetable or somethin. Billy was looking at me, a strange look in his attractive dark eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking about. He grinned at me, a taunting smile that made me a little bit more worried.