Detention 5

“Let me suck you off while you suck me,” I said. 

We repositioned ourselves, so that we could fit each other’s dicks in our mouths at the same time. I took a good look at Chris’ throbbing pole, wiping the sticky wet juices seeping out of the slit and placing my fingers in my mouth, loving his thick, salty flavor. I took about six inches of Chris’ dick between my lips, in my mouth, and down my throat at once. I felt Chris’ body tighten and relax as he adjusted quickly to the sensation of my mouth on his hot cock. I loved having Chris’ dick in my mouth; I loved his salty taste, the hotness of his skin against my tongue, the way he jerked his hips forward, deep-throating me. I loved the way his sweaty pubes smelled, the way his nutsack tightened whenever I touched it or licked it. Taking more and more of Chris’ dick into my mouth, Chris began to moan very loudly and he started sweating. He gripped my ass hard and shoved my dick all the way into his mouth again. I took his dick out of my mouth and began to suck on his nuts and lick his inner thighs. Reaching between his legs, I brought my hand back to the thin split of Chris’ tight, bubble ass. I spit on my fingers, found his crack again, and dug inside. Chris’ super tight hole was waiting for me, when I found it and pushed inward against it. His asshole was wet enough for me to stick my finger inside. “Roll over,” I told Chris. 

Chris had this apprehensive look on his face. “What are you `bout to do?” 

“The same thing that you do to me.” I rolled Chris over on his stomach. He arched his back slightly, making his gorgeous ass rise a little bit. I was just mesmerized by the sight of Chris’ ass. It was just so tight, muscular, and round. Except for perhaps Billy Anderson, and not even by all that much, I had never seen an ass that was beautiful as Chris’. I spread his tight ass open with both hands, exposing the small, tightly closed asshole that was still glistening from my spit. Taking another few seconds just to look at Chris’ ass, I dug my face in and started to eat his asshole like I was fuckin possessed. 

“Oh fuckin shit,” Chris screamed. He grabbed hold of the bedpost and hung on for dear life as I began to tear his asshole up with my tongue. Chris arched his back more, pressing his hot, musky ass deeper onto my face. I made tornado circles around the rim of Chris’ hole, licking up and down his buttcrack furiously, making his asshole moist enough so that it would open up for me. “I can’t believe this shit feels this good,” Chris groaned. I spent another three minutes or so, eating Chris’ sweaty, hot ass. His hole was ready, waiting for something to be stuck inside of it. I licked my index finger a couple of times and then ran it up and down Chris’ buttcrack, making fast little circles around his asshole with the tip of my finger. “What are you bout to do?” he asked me, groaning some more. I answered him by shoving my finger deep and hard into his asshole. Chris howled, not in pain, but in ecstasy. His whole body spasmed and then relaxed. I kept my finger inside of his warm tight asshole for a couple of seconds, and then yanked it out. Chris groaned and buried his face on my pillow. I licked his asshole a couple of more times, causing Chris ass to relax a little bit more. When I sure that he was ready, I got my finger ready again, this time my middle finger. I wet it with my tongue, tapped it against Chris’ eager asshole, counted to three in my head, and then shoved it in as far as it would go. Once again, Chris bellowed very loudly, almost causing the walls in my room to vibrate. I started to work my finger in and out of his asshole, faster and faster each time. “Oh shit, B,” Chris murmured. “You’re fuckin me up.” I shoved my finger in deeper, moving it around inside of me. Chris’ ass tightened around my finger and his whole body shuddered. I kept my finger inside of his ass, moving it around his asshole quickly. “Fuck, this shit feels so fuckin good,” Chris said.

My dick was leaking all over Chris’ muscular hamstrings. I tugged on it a few times, taking the precum that was oozing from the head and wiping it on Chris’ ass. “I’m about to fuck you,” I told him.

“Don’t tell me,” Chris said. “Just ram that fuckin dick right in my ass.”

Snatching my finger out of his asshole, I got on top of him, my stomach pressing against his back. I slid my hot, wet dick up and down Chris’ slender asscrack. I was so fuckin horny and ready to just plow his tight ass with my cock. “Stick that shit in, B,” Chris begged. “I want you to fuck me now.” 

But I continued to tease Chris, rubbing my dick around his ass, poking at his asshole with the tip of my dick. He lifted his hips up, pressing his hot ass harder against my crotch. “Rip me out, B.” Chris said again.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, I worked my dick into his asscrack, found the hole with the head of my dick. I closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip, and with a great thrust, I jammed my dick into Chris’ ass. The inside of his butt felt so warm and moist. Chris’ ass gripped my cock like Chinese handcuffs and wouldn’t let go. Chris growled, lifting his head all the way up and then allowing it to drop back down onto the pillow. I took my dick all the way out of his ass while Chris struggled to breathe; I waited about fifteen seconds, and then without warning, I drove all eight inches of my dick right back into Chris’ ass again. 

“GODDAMN!” Chris yelled. “Of my fuckin god, B. Yeah...keep stickin that shit in my ass.”

I worked his ass like a fuckin machine. I fucked Chris’ asshole so fuckin hard and deep, and he just swallowed my dick every time, loving the feeling of my dick ripping him open, rubbing up against his spot. I fucked him for a good ten to fifteen minutes; my bedroom was just filled with the sounds our moaning and groaning, and most of it came from Chris, who was takin my dick like a fuckin champ, like my cock was the best thing that ever happened to his ass. And then I felt myself starting to cum. A tingle started at my toes, traveled up my calves, up my thighs, and trembled in my crotch. I continued to drill into Chris’ ass as hard as I could. My balls started to vibrate and I knew the cum was about to come squirting any second. “Chris, I’m bout to cum in your ass.”

“Fuck yeah,” Chris said. “Dump your load in my ass, B. Don’t take your fuckin dick out into you got shoot every last drop.”

The cum busted out of the slit of my dick, traveling up Chris’ hot asshole. I went through a few convulsions, my dick still leaking cum into Chris’ butt. I did what he asked and didn’t take my dick out until every last drop had been drained. And then finally, I slipped my cock out of his ass. Chris groaned and rolled over on his back. He jerked his dick off really hard and I knew he was ready to cum. I moved his hand aside and put my mouth of the head of his dick. Chris’ body tightened up again, and his hot cum hit the roof of my mouth, fell on my tongue, and made its way to my throat. I swallowed every drop of Chris’ hot, thick, salty cum, and licked his dick clean.

Afterward, we just lied on my bed without saying a word. When I looked over at the clock on my nightstand, it read: five fourteen. I looked over at Chris, who had his eyes closed. He was asleep. I looked at his handsome, serene face, rubbing his lips with my thumb, rubbing his muscular chest with my hands. I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his heart beating. 

When I woke up, the clock read: ten: nineteen. I jolted up in bed and looked around. Chris was still asleep right next to me. I suddenly remembered that I had asked Jason Coleman to come over my house at nine o’ clock. Hopping out of bed, I pulled on my jeans and shirt and headed out into the living room. I don’t know what I was expecting to find there. I was surprised to find that the front door was still slightly ajar. I don’t remember either Chris or me locking it. When I opened the door, I have expected Jason Coleman to be outside, waiting for me. He wasn’t. But there was an envelope on the porch ground in front of me. I picked it up and read that it was addressed from Jason. Closing the door, and locking it, I tore open the envelope and read the short letter inside:

Hey, Brandon,

This is Jason. Came by your house around nine-fifteen but nobody answered when I rang the doorbell. The door was open, but I didn’t know if it was okay for me to come inside. I’m kinda disappointed that I didn’t get to spend time with you tonight. Oh well, maybe some other time. Hope detention wasn’t too bad today. See you tomorrow in school -- Jason.

I read the letter a couple of times and I felt a bit bad. I stuffed the letter into my back packet and went back into my bedroom. Chris was still sleeping peacefully. He looked really beautiful when he was asleep. For a couple of minutes, I just leaned against the doorway, watching Chris sleep. I thought about tomorrow, if Chris and I would fight again and then end up in the same situation; I wondered if he was gonna still like me in the morning. I wondered if I was gonna still like him in the morning. I hoped that the answer to all three of those questions was yes. I took off my clothes, climbed under the covers with him and turned off the light.

To be continued...