Detention 2: Afterschool activities

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.

"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.