Detention [Boyxboy]

Chapter 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.