DETENTION WITH CHAS Part 2
by Chris Andy
When I got home that afternoon, I hurried to my room, hoping to avoid my dad. He wasn't home yet--and neither was my little brother, Daniel. I was relieved. Dad would have asked a bunch a questions and Danny would have made fun of me! He always did. Even though he was a year younger than me, he was a jock and worked out --it showed. He was bigger than me and tried to lord it over me.
I stripped down, hopping in the shower, scrubbing Mike and Chas' dried cum off my face and hair. Soaping up, I thought back on that day. 'God, I couldn't believe that it was only this morning when I didn't even know my new 'jock friends'--now I was trying to get their jism outta my hair! Thinking about their hot, muscled bodies made my cock jump hard and I beat off, wishing I was still licking their equipment.
The phone rang. I rushed to answer it before my dad or bro grabbed it. (dad didn't believe in cell phones and I didn't know whether or not they were home.)
"Hello," I said.
"Billy, this is Mike," the voice said.
I froze--I couldn't speak. I thought, 'Man, what did he want with me?' It wasn't like we were gonna pal around or anything.
"You there, dude?" Mike asked.
"Yeh, Mike," I answered, "What do ya want?"
"Hey, faggot, " he answered. "What you doin' tonight?"
"I dunno. Mike. Maybe some homework. I wanna get to bed early, man--big test tomorrow." I said. "Why?"
"Man, I'm just lyin' here on my bed, rubbin' my stiff peter and thinkin' how good your lips would feel wrapped tight around it." Mike said.
I pictured him--this Greek God quarterback--blue eyes, short blonde hair, hot taut muscles, stretched out on his bed, fingerin' his dick, pulling back his foreskin and talkin' to me. Jeez, I wanted him again!
"Yeh." I said. "So?" I wasn't ready to be anybody's fag.
"Yeh, dude," Mike continued. "Sure wishin' you was here, Billy."
I paused.
"What d'ya say, Billy?" he asked. My bitch begged off tonight--got a fuckin' headache. That leaves you, cunt. I'm here alone with a throbbin' hard-on--just achin' for your cocksuckin' talents."
I licked my lips, thinking how I'd love to suck him off again. 'Man,' I thought, ' It was O.K. when I was just suckin' off Chas and him--they kinda forced me. But, if I go over to his house now, I wouldn't be forced. I would be a fagslut. I didn't wanna be known around my new school as a homo. Man, nothin's so uncool as a fag in high school.'
"I don't think I c.......", I stammered.
"Sure ya can, Billy--Ol' Mr. Happy's waitin' for ya, man." he said.
"But I don't................," I answered.
"Get your ass over here, Boyton, or, dude, tomorrow, I'm gonna beat the snot outta you, make you eat my peter in the fuckin' locker room. Then the whole school will know what a cocksucker you are!" Mike shouted and slammed the phone down.
I panicked. Running around my room, I threw on some jeans and a tee and hustled downstairs. Dad and Danny were in the living room.
"What's up, Billy? my dad asked.
" Where ya rushin' off to, fag?" Danny asked.
I did a double take--'could he know?' I thought. 'I don't think so--Danny went to Pinewood, and probably hadn't heard about my new-found talents at Point City.
"Gotta go dad," I said. I'm gonna meet James over at the library. Big test tomorrow."
Dad nodded and said, "Be home early, Billy. School night!"
"Yessir," I said, ignoring Danny's smirk and hurrying to my VW. (James was my oldest and closest buddy, but I knew he was at his grammas, so he couldn't betray me!
I jumped into the ol' bug and headed downtown. I rolled through the streets of the deserted burg and crossed the bridge to Walston Island. Mike lived in one of those old, built up high by cement block houses that had been hoisted on the blocks because of the flooding every year when the river rose. It was an ugly, ancient house, needing paint and roofing! I didn't care! Mike lived there.
Pulling up to the curb, I climbed outta the VW, walked to his door and rang the bell Mike answered in ripped underpants with swollen cock bouncing as he grabbed my arm and yanked me inside.
"Get in here, faggot--don't want no neighbors seein' you comin' in my house!" he said.
I was stunned, but, only momentarily as my eyes glued to his package.
"Like what ya see, cocksucker?" Mike asked, rubbing his tented white underpants.
"Uh--well----," I answered, unsure of what to say.
"Dude! You are such a fuckin' fag!" Mike sneered. "Get on your fuckin' homo knees and kiss my cockhead through my shorts."
Dropping to my knees, I began nuzzling and licking his king-sized cock through his 'tighty-whiteys'. Pulling 'em down, I was knocked backward as his fist punched my face--once--twice. I was tipping over backward when he yanked me by the hair and hauled me back to my knees.
"Beg for it, suckboy!," Mike commanded. You know you love my dick--you know how bad you want it! Tell me. twatface, how much do you want it. What do ya wanna do to my pussyplower?"
Tears ran down my cheeks from the pain and humiliation. But I knew I had to suck it again. Not WANTED to, but HAD to. 'Jesus,' I thought, 'what a lovely peter!' It stuck out a country-mile, stretching his cotton briefs No question--I knew absolutely that I was gay.
"Please, Mike, ma.........., " I said, flinching as his fist punched my face again.
"You can't touch my meat till I give ya permission, cocksucker. Now tell me again why I should let you slobber all over my hot cuntpleaser!" Mike said.
"Please let me blow you and worship your awesome cock, sir. I love it when it blows hot cum in my mouth," I said.
"O. K., faggot. Take down my underwear and worship the holy sausage." Mike commanded. (I think he was serious--he thought his dick was 'holy!')
"Kiss my cockhead. Use your tongue to clean the piss and dried jism from under my foreskin. Then lick my nuts. Make me feel good suckboy!" said Mike.
Taking my tongue to clean his uncut dick. I thought, 'Man, yesterday I was what they call a "closet queen", unsure of my feelings--still thinking I wanted chicks. But today, I lived for this hot dude's tubesteak. And it turns me on more when he smacks me and insults me and taunts me. I was a hopeless fag'
I licked his foreskin spic and span and moved my tongue to his jock balls--big and generous and awesome tasting. I loved the 'hot jock' taste--his smell--his treatment of me. I licked his balls for maybe 5-10 minutes till he was moaning, "Lick 'em, queer. Eat my nutsack, faggot!"
I could have gone on nuzzling and tonguing his balls forever, but suddenly he grabbed my head and slammed his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I felt his pubes ticklin' my nose as he long-fucked my face..
"Yeh, fag--gonna use your mouth like a cunt. Yer mouth's hot and tight--just like Amanda's pussy (his chick). But as he rammed his long dong down my throat, I gagged and sputtered--I fuckin' couldn't breathe. He thrust Mr. Happy to the hilt, closing off my air supply. I panicked. Clutching his legs, I tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my head, pulling it tighter. I could hear him laughing. 'Jesus,' I thought, 'he's gonna fuckin' kill me!'
Before I could black out, he eased the monster back, letting me suck down air. then he nailed me to the hilt again.
"Ah, yeh, bitch," he growled, "Take my big peter down your fuckface. You were born to suck dicks and serve us jocks. MMMMM--feels so fuckin' good!"
I gagged and felt like I was gonna be sick, but Mike said, "You throw up, cunt, and I'm gonna kick your ass all the way down Market Street!"
Hoping he'd cum and leave me alone, I tried to relax, but he continued fucking my face--hard and fast--like a stallion riding me.
"Yeh, cumslut--your cocksuckin' mouth's gettin' me off again! I'm cummin' bitch. Swallow my babymakers!"
Mike shot a huge volley of jizz down my throat, pulled Mr. Happy out and plastered my face and hair with his semen. He wiped his peter in my hair, saying. "Clean my cock, Billy. Fuck, dude--that was awesome!"
"When you're eatin' my pecker, dude, you'll call me 'Sir' Now. What, suckboy?" he smiled wickedly.
"Please, sir, " Can I suck your big peter, sir. It's so lovely, sir. Please, sir." I said, pressing my lips against the bulge.
After blasting his 'babymakers' down my throat and having me clean the jism off his cock and balls, Mike went downstairs to the TV room. He sat down on the couch and I followed him, thinking I wanted to be there in case he wanted to get off again.
"Get your cocksuckin' ass off my couch, faggot, " Mike said, kicking me in the ass and knocking me to the floor. Suckboys don't set on the furniture! (I didn't correct his grammar--but I thought about it!)
"Yessir," I said.
"Go get me a coke outta the fridge, open it and put three ice cubes in a glass. Pour the coke over the ice and bring it back here to me."
"Yessir," I said again. I glanced back at him on my way outta the room and saw him turn on a football game, sit back down on the couch, and spread his legs wide. 'Fuck, man,' I thought. "I'd fuckin' go to to the moon to get you something to drink---if you'd let me suck on that lovely peter!'
Coming back in the door with Mike's drink, I heard the doorbell.
"Get that, faggot," he said. Don't let nobody in, dude."
"Yessir, " I said and hurried to the front door naked with my hard cock bouncing. I opened the door a crack and was just about knocked down as Chas pushed open the door and sauntered inside.
"Hey, man," he said to me, "How's my own private faggot doin'?
"Fine sir, " I said. " I been taking care of Master Mike while you were at the mall!"
I followed him down the hall and into the TV room where Mike was 'into' the football game.
"C'mon, asshole, he shouted, (scaring me to death!) "Move the fuckin' ball!"
I realized he was yelling at the players on TV, not me, so I sat on the floor by his feet.
"Who's playin', dude?" Chas asked.
"Michigan--Illinois, man," Mike answered. Illinois is kickin' their asses!" (then he noticed me.) "What the fuck are you doin'?"
"Nothing, sir. Waiting to serve you, sir." I stammered.
"Serve me what, fag boy?" Mike asked.
"Whatever you want, Master Mike," I answered.
"What's this 'Master' shit, Mike?" Chas asked.
"Slut has to call me Master or Sir, or I'll kick its ass!" Mike said.
"Cool!--good idea--hey, cunt," he said to me, "Get your faggot ass in the kitchen and get me a coke. Maybe then I'll let you have some peter!"
I quickly ran to the kitchen, fixed the drink and returned, handing it to Chas and settling down on the floor between the two studs.
TO BE CONTINUED