Detention 5

I angrily shook his hand free from my arm. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me about fuckin actin like a bitch. You’re the fuckin one that had the fuckin attitude all fuckin day. Not me.” Again, I walked away, but Chris caught up with me again. “I don’t really want to talk or look at you right now, Chris.”

“Who was that punk ass pretty boy you was talkin to at lunch?” Chris demanded.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s none of your business.”

“Are you fuckin’ him too?” Chris asked bluntly. 

“NO! I don’t even know that boy. I just started talkin to him today. And even if I was fuckin him, what were you gonna do about it? Why don’t you just go home and fuck your friend Billy and leave me the fuck alone!”

“I don’t fuck Billy,” Chris said. “The only person I’m fuckin is you, B.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Bullshit. Like I’m really supposed to believe that shit. You’re probably fuckin everything in this school with arms and legs.”

“Believe it if you want to,” Chris answered. “I’m not lyin’ to you. Billy is just my friend.”

A part of me wanted to believe that what Chris was saying was true. And maybe he was telling me the truth, but either way I really didn’t care at that point. Chris had his shot with me, and he fuckin killed it. I didn’t want to see his ass for a long fuckin time. “Well, why don’t you go talk to your friend and leave me the fuck alone,” I screamed and walked away. That time, Chris didn’t run after me or call for me to come back. That kinda disappointed me. 

It only took half an hour for me to get home by bus. I walked up my street, hungry, tired, and annoyed--when I saw Chris’ white truck parked up in my driveway. I was beyond surprised. For a quick minute, I thought I was imagining the truck, but then the door opened and Chris stepped out, closing the door behind him, leaning against the truck with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I walked up to him calmly and started screaming my ass off:

“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Chris?” 

“Came to see your ass. I wasn’t bout to just let you walk off and leave me like that.”

“Well you left me like that last night.”

There was actual remorse in Chris’ eyes. “I didn’t mean to do that, B. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know you’re sorry.” I walked away from him and headed toward my front door. “I think it’s bout time for you to leave now, Chris.”

“I’m not goin’ nowhere,” Chris said. He started to advance toward me, up the porch stairs.

Opening the front door, I stepped partially inside and turned around to look at Chris. “I’m not lettin’ you come in, Chris. So you might as well just hop back into your little truck and take your ass home.” I stepped inside and closed the door partway, but Chris pressed his hand against the door, keeping me from closing it all the way. 

“Don’t fuckin be like that, B. Let me in.”

“First you’re cursin me out like a fuckin dog, and then the next moment you act like I’m supposed to be all happy and glad to see you now. Get off the fuckin door, Chris.”

“I told you I was sorry, B.”
“And I’m tellin you that I don’t fuckin care, Chris.” 

“You’re hella shady, B,” Chris said, backing away from the door. “I come all the way out here and you won’t fuckin let me in.”

“That’s what happens when you fuck me over.” I shoved the door closed as hard as I could, causing Chris to stumble backward. The door shut closed and I quickly locked it before Chris could open it again. Seconds later, Chris was bangin on the door like he was the fuckin police or somethin’. 

“Open up the goddamn door, B!” He screamed. Chris continued to pound on the door for another two minutes or so. I finally relented because he was driving me inside and opened the door. Chris busted right into my living room and plopped on my couch. He was breathing hard as though he had just gotten finished outrunning a tiger. “Bout fuckin time you open the door.”

“I really don’t want you in my house right now, Chris.”

“Come here,” Chris said, beckoning to me with his large hand. I refused to come over to him, so Chris got up and started to amble toward me. I could already feel my dick start to grow in my pants, because I knew what was coming next. Chris grabbed me by the waist forcibly, and shoved me against his chest and crotch. He stared at me deeply, not saying a word, and then he covered my lips with his. I was waiting for his hands to slide down my hips and grab my ass like he usually did whenever we kissed, but Chris didn’t do that this time, he just grabbed me roughly by the back of my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth, hard and deep. His big dick was extra hard and poking against my thigh. He ground his hips softly onto my crotch as we kissed and my dick grew to its full eight inches. I didn’t even try to fight Chris anymore; the more I fought, the most I fell victim to him. I didn’t want to fight and yell at him anymore though, I was tired of fighting, tired of screaming. I just wanted things to be like the way they were at that moment. I wanted Chris to be kissing me like he was now. I wanted him to fuck me. 

Chris lifted my shirt halfway up and found one of my nipples with his teeth. He bit one of them gently, and my whole body started to quiver. Chris licked the other nipple quickly, roughly, and vigorously. My dick was twitching major hard and precum was just leaking out of my dick like a leaky faucet. I wanted to get out of my clothes as soon as possible. I wanted to get Chris out of his clothes as soon as possible. Breaking free from our embrace, I walked toward the hallway. “Where you goin?” Chris asked. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his beautiful, gigantic eleven inch dick. 

“Let’s go to my room,” I said, with my eyes glued on his dick. Chris stepped out of his pants and followed me to my bedroom. As soon as we got inside, Chris pushed me roughly on the bed and slammed the door shut. He jumped on top of me, and began to savagely rip off my clothes, nearly tearing my shirt as he yanked it over my head. It only took him seconds to pull off my jeans, my socks, and shoes. I was fully naked, my dick as hard as its ever been in my life, standing straight up, waiting for him. Chris pulled off his oversized shirt, and I marveled at the amazing sight of his tight six-pack, his bulging, rounded pecs, his shredded arms, the thick dick sticking straight toward me. I could never get over how beautiful Chris’ body was; every time I saw his body, it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. Chris flattened his body against mine, our big hard dicks grinding against each other, our precum juices rubbing up against each other. Chris licked the side of my neck and then he started to munch on it roughly, sending wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over every inch of my body. He nibbled on my nipples again and continued downward, flicking my flat stomach with the tip of his wet tongue. Chris buried his face in my pubes, sniffing their odor, licking them. He took my legs and spread them apart as far as they would go, which hurt a little, but still felt good. Chris gripped my dick tightly, causing more precum to spill out and run down the side of the shaft. Chris gathered some of my ooze on his fingers and stuck those fingers into his mouth. He continued to squeeze my dick, lubricating my own shaft up with my own precum. Slowly, he started to jack me off, pumping his hand down to the base of my cock, all the way to the head. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. His hot breath covered my dick, and my toes and fingers curled all at once. With one easy motion, Chris stuffed my whole eight inch dick into his mouth and started fuckin suckin me off like a fuckin crazy man. I gripped my bedpost as tight as I could and held on, gritting my teeth at the same time. Chris’ lips slid up and down my down my dick at rapid speed. His spit felt so good and hot as it cleaned my dick. The inside of Chris’ mouth felt so fucking warm, and I loved the way he lashed at the head of my dick with his tongue, licking up all the precum that spilled freely from the slit of my dick. Chris kept suckin my dick faster and faster, taking me deeper and deeper into his throat like a fuckin pro. He had my whole body ready to burst at any second.