Detention 9

During our break between classes, Chris and I spent the entire fifteen minutes kissing each other, rubbing our hard dicks through our jeans, reaching into the backs of each others’ jeans and squeezing each others’ ass in the isolated aisles of the library. When the bell rang for class to resume, I didn’t want to stop kissing and touching Chris, I didn’t want to sit through another boring lecture when I could be doing something - someone - much better instead. “Let’s just skip class,” I said to him. I had never missed one class throughout my entire senior year, but at that moment, as Chris tongue slid down the length of my neck, I really didn’t give a fuck about perfect attendance. 

“We’ll get detention again,” Chris whispered, grinding his large, thick hard dick against mine. But even though he said that, Chris didn’t seem interested in stopping. Unzipping my pants, he reached inside the opening and pulled out my hard, throbbing dick, which was waiting impatiently for him to handle. 

“That’s nothin new,” I said. “We always have detention.”

“Cool with me,” Chris responded. And our lips met, hard. Chris pried my mouth open with his tongue, pressing me up against the book stack behind me, causing a thick hardcover book to fall off the shelf. With one hand Chris played with my dick and balls, and with the other hand he placed it beneath my chin, pressing his fingers gently into my skin. Chris slid the waistband of my underwear down more, and his hand reached around behind me to find my ass. He opened my crack with a couple of fingers and then found my asshole with his middle finger, his longest finger. I knew he was about to finger fuck me, but I didn’t want him. If he started, then I would want him to fuck me for real, and I wanted to be able to shout loudly, without the risk of being heard, when Chris shoved his eleven inch dick into my ass. 

“Don’t put it in,” I said softly. Chris did what I asked without complaint. He continued to rub my naked butt as we kissed passionately. about fifteen minutes later, I knew we had really had to stop and go back to class. I didn’t want to, but I figured that at some point in time, someone was going to find us in the aisles and we would get into a lot of trouble. “We can finish this later,” I told him. But Chris wasn’t ready to let go of me, and I really didn’t want him to either. 

“Just a little bit more,” Chris said. He licked around my earlobe and his warm breath traveled into my ear, sending pleasant chills throughout me. My hard dick leaked against Chris’ jean-covered thigh. I was close to shooting but I forced myself not to. It was hard, but I managed. Again I pulled away from Chris. “We gotta go,” I told him. 

Chris took my hand and placed it against his ultra hard crotch. “You gonna leave me like this, B? C’mon, just a little...” I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive, beautiful cock. It felt so warm and hard against my palm. I pushed Chris against the opposite book stack, went to my knees and brought his dick to my mouth.

* * *
I showed up to my AP English class about fifteen minutes late, and surprisingly, my teacher, Ms. Giamatti, didn’t make me go to the office to get a pink slip for detention. I wondered if Chris had gotten away so easily. I could still taste his dick in my mouth, and also his sweet cum. As I was going to my seat, I expected to sit behind Jason Coleman as I always had before, but instead I saw Billy Anderson sitting in my desk behind Jason, and they were talking softly to each other about something I couldn’t hear. When I passed by, they both looked up at for me. Billy had an amused look in his dark brown eyes and there was a look of resentment in Jason’s eyes. So I walked to the rear of the classroom, sitting across from Luke Block, a great-looking, tall, muscular guy with a chill personality. I noticed that everyone in the classroom seemed to be paired up with someone and working on an assignment. 

“I don’t know,” he answered. “Some Shakespeare bullshit. Interpret the themes and symbolisms. I wasn’t payin attention so I don’t know.”

I pulled out my copy of MacBeth and turned to the third act. As I flipped through the pages, Luke asked me, in a very secretive whisper, “Are you fuckin Chris Green?” The question stunned me like a tranquilizer to the chest. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. Why is that everybody in the whole fuckin school knew about me and Chris? Did somebody announce it over the loudspeakers or post flyers on everyone’s locker. I didn’t even know how to respond to that question, so I didn’t say anything at all. But Luke wouldn’t take my silence as an answer. He was annoyingly persistent. “Is it true?” he demanded. 

“Why is it so important that you know?” I questioned back.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Luke was trying to keep his voice down, but at the same time, he wasn’t being too successful at whispering. 

“Let’s not talk about this right now and do the goddamn assignment,” I said sharply.
“I’m just sayin,” Luke said, quietly, “if he’s not your boyfriend, and you’re just fuckin around, maybe me and you could chill one day, you know.” Luke smiled, a really charming and seductive smile. But I wasn’t too impressed. I was bewildered. Thinking back to what Scott had told me earlier, about how a lot of guys at this school were interested in me and I just didn’t know it, perhaps he was right. But damn, it was really difficult for me to believe that hot-ass ‘straight’ guys like Luke Block were suddenly interested in me. Three weeks ago nobody knew I existed, or if they did know that I existed they treated me as though I was some fucked up mutant thing, and now all these dudes, dudes I never even thought would know my name, wanted to get at me. Being my usual paranoid and distrustful self, I was just suspecting that Luke was just fuckin around with me, I wouldn’t allow myself to believe that he was actually being serious with me. Dudes that hot don’t take interest in me--well, except for Chris...and Billy... and Jason...Mr. Wilson...and I think Scott. But other than that, nobody. 

Trying to sound calm and all, I told Luke, “No, I don’t think that’s a cool idea. Thanks though.”

“I mean you know what I’m sayin,” Luke said, “if you and Chris ever need an extra person when you’re doin what your doin I wouldn’t mind gettin in. You know.” He took out a pen and wrote his phone number on the margin of one of the pages in my book. 

“Who told you I was with Chris?” I asked. “I’m not mad or anything, I just wanna know.”

Luke nodded in Billy’s direction. I don’t know why I didn’t guess that Billy had told on me. Looking over at him, I saw him talking to Jason. They were whispering something to each other. It was weird, because they were talking and smiling at each other as though they had been friends for years. Their feet were rubbing up against each others’ underneath their desks. Billy felt my eyes on him and turned and looked at me. He gave me a wink and turned back to look at Jason. I wanted to punch his face in. I gazed over at Jason, at his handsome face. I watched as he smiled at Billy and how his eyes lit up. It seemed strange that only three days ago, Jason was so interested in me, and now he had sharply cut off all his attraction to me and from the looks of it, had redirected it toward Billy. I couldn’t see Billy and Jason being together, they had such opposite personalities - but then, so did me and Chris - well at least in the beginning. Even though I had gotten over Jason, I honestly didn’t expect him to get over me so quickly. I couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous watching Billy and Jason together.