Detention 8

I ran my finger along his forehead. His skin still felt very warm and soft. “Am I important to you?” I asked. I was waiting for Chris to tell me ‘no’, but he surprised me with his answer.

“Maybe,” Chris said. “Sometimes...I don’t know `bout you, B. You’re weird.”

“How am I weird?”

“You just are. I’m weird too...I don’t know...” Chris closed his eyes gently. “I don’t know...” he whispered. 

“Don’t go to sleep,” I said. “I still want to talk to you.”

“Go `head,” Chris told me. “I’m listenin.”

I ran my hand down Chris’ chest, circling around his hard nipples with my thumb. I traced the lines of his abs with my index finger. “Do you think, one day, you could really be in love with somebody? I’m not sayin it’s gotta be me.”

“Don’t know,” Chris said. We regressed back into silence for about five minutes, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, Chris rolled on top of me, pinned my arms up behind my head so I couldn’t move, and started to lick the side of my neck. “I wanna fuck you,” he whispered very gently. Releasing my hands, Chris brought his hands to both of my hamstrings, pushing my legs into the air. Chris licked down my chest, to my navel, to my dick, which was rapidly growing hard. When he took my cock into his mouth, and I felt the complete and wonderful warmth and pleasure of his breath and tongue, my dick hardened to it’s full inches. 

Very gently and slowly, Chris ran his lips up and down the shaft of my dick, and each time the head of my dick touched the back of my throat, it felt like little electrical currents were running up my legs, up to my stomach, and then around to my whole body. Chris took a minute or two to lick my nutsack, which had suddenly become really tight. He continued downward to the crack of my ass, where he began to use his tongue like a sexual weapon, licking around in vicious circles, stabbing the tip of his tongue into my hole, almost making me jump out of my skin. I was twisting and turning in all directions, with my legs still in the air. Chris pushed my legs back more so that my buttcrack would open more and he could get to the hole easier. He licked my ass clean. I took hold of my dick, but Chris took my hand away from it. When my asshole was wet enough, Chris shoved one of his long fingers inside. I hadn’t expected the finger, so I instinctively clenched my ass together, trapping his finger inside of me. But when I got used to the feeling of Chris’ finger inside of me, I relaxed and he began to slowly stick his fingers into my ass, very carefully at first, and then faster and faster until I was almost at the verge of begging Chris to just shove his thick eleven inch dick into my butt. Chris knew that I was waiting for him to stick the real thing in, so he snatched his finger out, flattened his body on mine. I wrapped my legs around the small of my back and began to take deep breaths. I always had to prepare myself mentally before Chris shoved that monster of a dick inside of me. 

Chris started by kissing my lips, very lightly, then licking under my jaw. I felt his dick head poking around my buttcrack, looking for the hole. When he found it, Chris took a deep breath, kissed me again shortly, and then drove his dick into my ass. I gripped his back, digging my short nails into his skin. I squeezed my eyes tight and my breaths became more shallow and quick. Chris had filled me with his big dick completely, and I felt him all over my body. “Open your eyes, B,” Chris told me.

I did as he asked. I looked directly into Chris’ eyes as he looked into mine. There was the most incredible look of passion, excitement, and desire in his eyes. Chris took his dick out partially, waited until I was ready again and shoved it back in, really deep and really hard. I screamed silently. My fingers were still digging into Chris’ back, which had become wet now with sweat. The heels of my feet kneaded each side of Chris’ tight butt as he rolled his hips, shoving his huge dick deeper and deeper up my ass. As he continued to fuck me, harder and faster, everything around me seemed to vanish. I couldn’t hear anything except for Chris’ grunts; I didn’t feel the bed beneath my back, just Chris’ cock inside of me; I couldn’t see the room around me, except for Chris above me, staring at me deeply. Everytime Chris jammed his dick inside of me, it burned in the most incredible way, and it felt so right, as though my ass had been made just for his dick. Chris leaned downward, placing his lips to my ear, whispering, “You don’t even know how fuckin good you feel, B.”

“I know how good you feel,” I answered, basically out of breath. 

Chris continued to fuck me harder and harder and the bed frame began to squeak and wobble around. I was almost afraid that we would break the bed. But really I didn’t care, as long as Chris was fucking me. Chris whispered something else in my ear, something that really made me hot all over: “I only feel good when I’m fuckin you.” 

“Me too,” I responded.

Chris opened his mouth and growled. He looked down at me, and said ‘Tell me.”

I didn’t get it at first. “Tell you what?’

Chris responded by ramming his dick into me at full speed and with extra hardness. “You know what I’m talkin’ about, B. Lie to me. Tell me you love me.”

I looked at him questioningly, trying to figure out if he was actually being sincere with me or not. The intense look in Chris’ eyes told me that he was being serious. I was shocked that he had asked me to say that. I didn’t know what to say. Chris saw my confusion and he shoved his dick as far as it would go up my ass. “Say it, B.”

“...I love you...” It came out sounding very quiet and it was the hardest thing I ever had to say to anyone in my life. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I told a person that I loved them and actually meant it. In fact, I don’t ever remember saying ‘I love you’ at all. And of all people I wasn’t expecting to say it to Chris. 

The intensity in Chris’ face grew. He stared at me without blinking once, driving his dick into me, ripping my ass apart. We had been going at it for a least fifteen minutes now, and Chris just seemed as though he got started. “Say it again,” Chris told me. He took his dick out of me, but kept the head of his dick inside my ass. “Tell me again. Lie to me, B. Tell me you love me.”

I took a deep breath, and I said it a little bit louder, “I love you.” It was a little bit easier that time. Chris was asking me to lie to him, but I really couldn’t tell if I was lying, or if I really did love him. Chris growled again and shoved all eleven inches of his massive dick inside of me at once. He sucked all out of the breath out of me, and my legs tightened even more around his waist, and my fingers gripped his shoulders even harder. 

“Keep sayin it,” Chris said. “I want you to keep sayin it until I shoot in your ass.”

And I did. I told him over and over as he rammed his dick into my butt. it was unbelievable. The more I said it, the easier it became to say it--the more I actually liked saying it...the more I actually meant it. “Chris, I love you.” It was slightly above a whisper, but Chris heard it perfectly. He stopped for a few seconds, and he just looked at me. 

“Liar,” he said, and kept going. If it was even possible, he fucked me harder and faster than before. I could feel myself getting ready to cum soon. I didn’t know how much longer I could go until I shot my load all over the place. “Are you ready for me to shoot?” Chris asked me. 

I nodded. Sweat poured down my forehead. Chris gave me a super thrust, arched his back, causing all his muscles to flex and ripple. He shut his eyes really tight and bit down hard on his lower lip. His mouth dropped open and a soft moan came out. A few seconds later, I felt his dick erupt inside of my ass. Wave after wave of his hot cum shot up my butt. When I felt his cum inside of me, I shot my load. Part of it landed on Chris’ tight six-pack, and on mine as well. Chris took the cum that was on his stomach and placed it in his mouth. With his tongue, he licked the rest of the cum off of me. Chris collapsed on top of me, and we were both panting very loud and heavily. Once more, I said very quietly, “I love you.”

“No you don’t,” Chris said. “But I’m glad you said it.”

We just laid there, motionless for a while, listening to the rhythm of each others’ breath. I was still surprised that I had told Chris I loved him. I was even more surprised by the fact that I did love him. Chris didn’t love me back--or maybe he did and just would never tell me. I don’t know.

“Stop thinkin `bout it,” Chris said.

My heart skipped. “How did you know...”
“`Cause I know you, Brandon.”

We stayed in the bed for the most part of the day. We had sex three more times that day, taking turns fucking each other, and each time was better than the one before it. It felt so natural being with Chris. It was weird, because I actually felt ‘safe’ being with him, and I felt like a large part of me belonged to him. A part of me was scared, because for once, things were going the way I wanted them to go--no unnecessary fighting (well, maybe a little bit earlier), no hurt feelings, no resentment. For once we were both at peace with each other. And I felt like I was at peace with myself really. I had gotten something that I had been asking for, for a really long time: spending a whole day with someone I really cared about, someone I really liked. I never once thought that I would ever really have deep-rooted emotions for a guy, but I was having them now--and they were with Chris Green. Everyday I was realizing that he was much different than he appeared to be on the outside; Chris was actually deep, caring, and there was a vulnerable side to him that I had never seen in him before and never really knew existed--there was a vulnerable side in me that I had never really acknowledged or knew existed. I was actually content for once. I looked at Chris. He was still looking at the ceiling. I wondered if he was thinking about the same thing I was thinking about. 

“You do love me, don’t you?” I asked.

“What do you want me to say, B?” Chris questioned back.

I looked up at the ceiling as well. “I don’t know. Tell me anything. Tell me a lie.”

Chris smiled. “Yeah, I love you, B. I think you’re the most sexiest dude in the world, and there’s nobody else for me but you.”

I placed my head on his chest. “Liar.”

To be continued.