Detention 5

I didn’t want to go to school. I wanted to stay in my bed and not move. My head was filled with images of Chris and I fucking on the football field, in the middle of the night, less than six hours ago. I thought about the way Chris had kissed me, how he had licked my body with his warm moist tongue, how he rammed his thick, eleven inch dick into my ass and fucked me until my nut exploded all over the grass, and his nut exploded in my ass. Even now, hours later, my asshole was still sore from Chris fucking me. Slowly, my dick started to grow inside my pajama shorts, but for some reason I didn’t feel like jacking off. I waited until my dick went down before I finally got out of bed and got ready for school. As I was in the shower, I thought about how angry Chris had gotten when I told him that I didn’t have to go to detention anymore. He started yelling and cursing at me as though it was my fault that he still had detention, telling me that he better see me in detention tomorrow or else. And then he peeled off down the street, leaving me lookin like a fuckin idiot. I didn’t like how Chris disrespected me like that, and I really didn’t want to see him in school today--but as usual, at the same time I did want to see him. I really hadn’t decided whether I was going to go to detention or not--I mean I didn’t have to, and I didn’t want Chris to think he had that much control over me and my actions. 

Usually, in all the classes that we share together, Chris sits in the desks right beside mine or right behind me. Today, he did neither. During our Physics class, Chris sat way across the classroom in the back row, and he didn’t even look in my direction off. In our Literature class, Chris continued to ignore me; he looked at me once, a quick glance, with anger still burning in his sharp brown eyes, and then he quickly looked away in another direction. It was really annoying and confusing to me why he was so upset with me. I’d rather Chris talk shit about me than to pretend I wasn’t even there. It’s stupid to me. The night before was probably one of the best nights I ever had with a dude, and all of a sudden, this same person, who only twelve hours ago was kissing me and making me feel so good, was now being an asshole.

The other class Chris and I didn’t have together was AP History. Partly that was good because I didn’t have to see him, but it also was kinda bad, because Chris’ friend, Billy Anderson, a tall, good-looking jock who I had fucked in the gym only days before, shared that class with. I really didn’t want to see him either. I sat in a seat behind Jason Coleman, a really good-looking boy with really smooth, tan skin and sparkling hazel-colored eyes. For most of the class period, I stared at the back of Jason’s neck, his neatly-trimmed ink-black hair, and his naked, muscular, slightly hairy calves and ankles. I wasn’t paying one bit of attention to what my teacher was talking about because I hated history with a fuckin fiery passion. Almost as if he had sensed me staring at the back of his head, Jason turned around and looked at me. Quickly I looked down at my paper, but then I lifted my eyes up slowly; Jason was still looking at me, and he was smiling. That boy had a beautiful set of lips, and he had the whitest, straightest teeth I’d ever seen on a person. When Jason smiled at me, my heart skipped several beats, and then I finally got myself together and smiled back at him. 

“You got a pen I could borrow, Brandon?” Jason asked.

I was amazed that Jason knew my name; we had never really talked before in just about four whole years. I didn’t even know that Jason knew I existed on this planet. 

“Yeah, I do,” I said. Reaching into my backpack, I handed Jason one of my favorite pens. As he took it, our fingers brushed up against each other, and I felt sort of a tingle that ran up along my arm. 

“Thanks,” Jason said. He continued to smile at me for a couple of seconds before he turned back around and resumed to listen to the teacher’s lecture. At that moment, I remembered that Billy Anderson was sitting in one of the desks behind me. Slowly, I turned around and saw Billy watching me, with this broad, cocky grin on his face. It was the same grin that he had given me when he caught Chris and I fucking in the bathroom the other day. It was a grin that let me know that Billy had caught me doing something I shouldn’t have been doing. Chris’ face came up in my mind again, and flashbacks of him on top of me, his hot, sweaty body grinding against mine, his massive dick driving all the way deep up my ass, the sensation of his scalding cum flooding my insides, that brief moment afterward, where Chris just laid on top of me, catching his breath, me wiping the sweat off his smooth, muscular back and his tight ass, all those images ran through my imagination. I wanted to do those things with Chris again. My dick had fully gotten hard in my jeans again and it was throbbing wildly. Precum was starting to drip along my inner thighs. Again, I turned around to see Billy Anderson watching me, with that same expression on his face. He gave me a coy little wink and grabbed his crotch beneath his desk.

I typically sit by myself for lunch. As I was eating a nasty-ass peanut butter and jelly sandwich under a large oak tree, I saw Jason Coleman approaching me. “Can I sit with you?” he asked.

Once again, my heart was starting to beat fast. “Yeah, if you want to.” I didn’t understand why Jason wanted to sit next to me. I mean, I wanted him to, but I was still kind of bewildered.

“I didn’t bring a lunch,” Jason told me, “and I don’t have money.” He sat directly next to me, so close that our shoulders were brushing up against each other. Jason had a sweat scent; it kinda reminded me of chocolate mixed with his natural body odor, which I found really nice. I handed Jason the other half of my sandwich. He took it and said, “thanks.” 

I felt kinda awkward sitting next to Jason and I didn’t know what to say. I don’t think he really knew what to say either, so we just kinda sat there, eating our gross sandwiches. Finally, Jason said, “Have you studied for the history test?”

“Kinda,” I told him. “None of it makes sense to me. I’ll probably get another C minus on the next test like I usually do.”

“If you want to, I can study with you,” Jason said. I looked at him and he smiled; every time I saw him smile, my whole body tingled. Jason had the most beautiful eyes I’d seen. 

“Yeah, that would be cool.”

“We can study in the library after school,” Jason said. “Nobody goes to the library after school.”
Jason stared at me intensely, gazing deeply into my eyes and then my mouth, and he finally looked away. I was beginning to feel less awkward and more intrigued by him. I was about to say OK, but then I remembered Chris.

“I can’t study with you today,” I told Jason. “I got detention after school for like an hour.”

Disappointment covered Jason’s beautiful face. “Oh. Well maybe some other time...”

“What are you doin’ later on today?” I asked. “Maybe we can get together later tonight.”

“I gotta go to work like a four o’clock,” Jason said. “I don’t get off until eight-thirty.”

“Maybe you can come by my place after you got off work,” I suggested. “I mean, if you want to.”

Jason smiled. “Yeah, I can do that.”

I smiled back. “Good.”

We kinda just gazed at each other for a little while, and then Jason reached out and rubbed his thumb against the corner of my mouth. “You had a little jelly on your mouth,” Jason said. He licked his thumb. I could feel my blood start to heat up a little, and my dick was starting to twitch within my jeans. Part of me just wanted to reach over and kiss him, but I contained myself. All of a sudden, I felt a chill on the back of my neck. When I looked past Jason, I saw Chris watching us. Well, he wasn’t really watching Jason, he was mostly just staring at me. He had the most angry, hateful look in his eyes. Chris didn’t say anything, he was just muggin at me really, really hard. Finally he walked away and the chill on the back of my neck went away. Jason saw me watch Chris stalk away and he asked me, “What’s wrong?”

I just shook my head. “Nothin’. Don’t worry about it.”

Chris sat behind me in Spanish class like he usually. I felt a bit nervous, but of course I wasn’t gonna let Chris know that he was makin me sweat. I pretended like I wasn’t even bothered by him, even though I could feel his eyes burning on the back of my head. After a while, I turned around in my seat to see Chris still glaring at me hatefully. “Why are you lookin at me like that?”

“Turn the fuck around and don’t say shit to me.” He said it quiet enough so that Ms. Navarro didn’t hear it, but loud enough for it to resonate over and over in my head. I didn’t say anything back to him, I just turned around, mad as fuck, and tried to concentrate on the lesson, but I couldn’t. After the period was over, Chris and I were the only two people left in the classroom. I was about to leave, when Chris asked Ms. Navarro, “How come Brandon don’t gotta stay for detention and I do?” I froze where I stood. Ms. Navarro gave me a sharp look, which I took as ‘Why did you tell him that?’ Chris continued talking, “Me and Brandon got in trouble for the same thing. If he gets out of detention early, then so should I.”

There was an awkward silence in the classroom that lasted for about a good minute. Finally, Ms. Navarro shook her head, as though she were defeated, and said, “Fine. Both of you get out of here. Now.” I looked at Chris and he looked at me. He didn’t look satisfied, he still had that intense expression of anger on his incredibly good-looking face. I pushed open the door and walked outside into the hallway. I heard Chris walking behind me; he didn’t say anything to me as I exited the building, and I was glad, because I really didn’t want him to say anything to me. 

“Where are you goin’ B?” Chris asked as I walked out of the main gates off campus. I didn’t answer him, I just continued walking as though I hadn’t heard him at all. Chris ran up in front of me and blocked me from going any further.

“Get the fuck outta my way, Chris.”

“Tell me where you’re goin,” Chris said.

“I’m goin’ home, like I always fuckin do.” I bumped past him and continued on my way. 

“I’ll drive you there,” Chris said.

“No. I rather take the bus.”

Chris grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back toward him. “Stop actin’ like a little bitch, B.”