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A kid named Greg pushed me against a locker as he passed me in the hallway at school that morning, so I pushed him off the bleachers during gym class. His obvious hate crime garnered him no punishment whatsoever, but my retaliation earned me what was called an indoor suspension - sitting in the detention room from the morning bell to the afternoon bell.
When I walked in, there was the usual collection of people I would call the "bad kids" and then one surprise - or maybe not so much of a surprise - guest: Manny. He smirked when he saw me and when I took the desk next to his, he said, impressed, "What are you in here for?"
I know I've mentioned Manny was as dumb as a rock before, but I don't know if I can truly capture the "duh duh" sound of his voice in words. He talked like someone doing an exaggerated impression of how an idiot would talk. His dick was phenomenal, though.
"I pushed a kid off the bleachers," I say, quietly.
"For what?" Manny said.
"He called me a bad name."
Manny nods as though he knows exactly which name, and I think for a second that maybe I've underestimated him, but he could also be thinking about wrestling or pickup trucks or whatever people like Manny fill their heads with. "Which kid?"
"Greg Guinon," I said. "Do you know him?"
"Nah," Manny said. He scribbled something in his notebook. It appeared, from the angle I was viewing it from, to be a space alien holding two guns.
Manny hadn't driven me to school in over a week, since Cale picked me up. And Cale hadn't been back either after that initial ride, so much for that adventure. I'd been taking the bus every day and getting absolutely no action from anyone other than myself. I was too embarrassed and scared to walk into a sex shop or order a dildo online, so I'd been making the most of household items, the handle of a screwdriver being my favorite.
"You know, I've been taking the bus all week," I said to Manny, hoping for him to pick up on the subtlety.
"Oh yeah?" Manny said. "I thought Cale was driving you these days." There was a bit of anger and hurt in his voice, as though I'd rejected him for Cale, rather than Manny pimping me out to one of his friends.
"Just the once" I said. "Haven't seen him since."
This got Manny's attention. He raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?"
"Yep," I said. Hadn't even seen him in the hallways at school, now that I thought about it.
"He have a nice car?" Manny said, looking at his drawing as he scribbled.
"Not as nice as yours," I said.
"Fucking right it's not," Manny said.
Manny followed me into the washroom at lunch hour and tried to convince me to blow him in one of the stalls. I seriously considered it, and tried to work out the logistics in my head for a moment, but then the risk of being discovered seemed too high. "I guess I'll have to drive you home after school, then," he said. He then spent the afternoon drawing pictures of what I assumed was supposed to be me and then lifting them up so I could see but the teacher monitoring the detention room could not. In some of them I'm sucking a dick big enough to be tree trunk, in others I'm taking a dick - again, tree-trunk sized - up my ass. I'm smiling in all of them and there's little hearts floating around my head.
Manny's parents were, once again, not home, and I was beginning to wonder if he even had parents at all, or if he'd run away from home and found an abandoned house and just started building a life in it.
Something new happened - Manny actually took me into the house through the front door instead of the garage. I was a bit let down that it looked so suburban inside, and it was clear that Manny did have parents - somewhere - based on the pictures on the wall and the overall middle-aged mom-and-dad vibe of the place. We went to Manny's room and he locked the door behind us.
It was exactly what I imagined - disarray. Clothes all over the floor. Hard rock posters on the wall. A small computer desk with a laptop at it.
"Take your clothes off," he instructed as soon as we were in the room. I did as I was told. "Now sit down," he said, pointing at the computer desk chair. I sat.
"Did you miss me?" he said, standing in front of me, still fully clothed. My dick was at full mast and I just wanted to see Manny's naked body, the hair on his chest and thighs. I wanted to touch him.
"Yeah," I said.
"Tell me how much you missed me," Manny said.
"I missed you so much, Manny," I said.
"You missed this too, didn't you?" He grabbed his dick through his jeans.
I nodded. "Yes I did."
"You want it bad, don't you," he said, moving closer to me.
I licked my lips and after a moment remembered to speak: "Yeah, I do." Without even thinking about it, I started stroking my dick, which was already oozing precum, making it nice and slick for me.
Manny peeled his t-shirt off and threw it onto the floor, where it joined a bunch of other discarded clothes. He rubbed his chest, which was nice and hairy.
"Suck on my nipples," he said, and he sort of leaned over the chair. I had to scoot down in my seat a little bit to be able to be mouth-level with his nips, I eagerly went to work - licking, biting a little bit, and then sucking. Manny was moaning the whole time and I could see his dick pressing against his jeans, trying to get out.
My hands, previously on Manny's waist and hips, moved to the fly of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and then unzipped the fly. I pulled his pants and his underwear down at the same time, enough for his dick to be free and pointed right at me. I started playing with his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other. I was still sucking on his nipples while all this was happening.
"Alright put it in your mouth," Manny said, standing back up.
I tried to lean over and suck him from the chair but it was too awkward, so I got off the chair and onto my knees on Manny's floor. The hair on his balls and at the base of his dick smelled so good and it felt like my mouth was designed to take Manny's dick. He put his hands on the back of my head, not pushing or pulling but rubbing his hands through my hair as I sucked him. Sometimes I'd glance up and see him with his eyes closed, his head tilted back, and I would kind of wonder what he was thinking about - was he just enjoying the feeling of getting blown? Or was he enjoying me, specifically, sucking his dick? I knew, on some level, that this was a guy destined to work in manual labour - maybe a truck driver, maybe in a factory, who knew - but I really, really, really wanted to turn him on. I supposed having his dick in my mouth was a good start.
"Okay, okay," Manny said, abruptly pulling my head off his knob. "I'm going to fuck you now."
I nodded up at him. Great idea. Couldn't have thought of a beter follow-up to fellatio than ass sex, Manny, you idiot.
"Get on the bed," he said, nodding toward it.
I got on the bed on all fours, facing a wall with an AC/DC poster on it, while Manny opened the nightstand next to his bed and took out a jar of coconut oil. He opened the lid and started slathering it on his cock.
"It'll make you feel like you're getting fucked on a tropical island," he said, and I almost laughed. Was Manny making an actual joke?"
"Get on your back," he said, and I flopped down on the bed, hooking a hand under each of my knees and pulling them toward me, my ass in the air.
I had two overwhelming thoughts at that point: one, that I was about to get fucked and there was no better feeling in the world than getting fucked, and two, that naked Manny was so incredibly hot I had difficulty believing it. The body was average, but there was hair in all the right places, and I liked the way he tasted, and I loved having his dick in me.
Manny got on the bed, kneeling in front of me, but instead of sticking his dick in me, he put one of his coconut-oil covered fingers in me. "I read I'm supposed to finger you first instead of just jamming it in," he said. "It's more considerate."
I closed my eyes and removed one of my hands from behind my knee so I could stroke my cock as he fingered me. "No, no," he said, "you have to look at me while I do it."
This was actually somewhat difficult to do because I wanted to just roll my head back and enjoy the sensation, but I opened my eyes and looked at Manny, who had a half-smirk on his face as he stared at me. "Now here's two," he said, adding another finger to the mix.
"Oh fuck," I said, feeling that second finger go in and out of me.
"It's supposed to loosen you up," Manny said. "Get you ready for the main event."
"Yeah," I said.
After a minute or two he said, "You want me to fuck you now?"
I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes," I said.
"Beg me," he said.
"Oh please put your dick in me, Manny," I said. "I want you to fuck me so bad."
"If you insist," he said, putting his hands on my ankles and pushing them back. Without even touching it, without even needing to position it with his hand, which I understood was a necessary and standard practice, he somehow aimed his dick at my hole and, after some external rubbing on and near the hole, pushed it inside.
It hurt for maybe three seconds and then it was all the way in. Just slid right in there. I guess the practicing with a screwdriver handle paid off. And off he went. He was fucking me.
I closed my eyes and started jerking off and he said, once again, "No, no, you have to look at me." So I did. It wasn't easy. But I liked seeing the expression on his face. And I really liked the feel of his dick going in and out of me.
After a few minutes he let go of my ankles and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fucked me. It felt nicer. I rubbed my hands on his chest and his arms. I grabbed both his ass cheeks as he pumped in and out.
And then something weird happened. He suddenly leaned forward, his belly and chest against mine, and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he fucked me. We'd never kissed before. He wasn't great at it, he'd sort of just stuck his tongue in and wiggled it around. I put up with this for about twenty seconds, pulled my face off his, and said, "No, Manny, like this," and I put my mouth on his, my tongue in his mouth, and kind of gently massaged his tongue, back and forth, with mine. He followed suit and suddenly Manny was the best kisser in the world.
We kissed and he fucked me, slowly, but then after a while he got back up into a kneeling positioned and just rammed me as hard as he could. I could feel his dick hitting the limit of my ass in a semi-painful way. Then he was coming. I could tell by the way he moved it was happening.
"I'm done," he said, stopping but not taking his dick out of my ass. "You go."
I'd been holding my orgasm for as long as I could, until he was finished, so it took only a few strokes for me to be pumping cum out onto my stomach. After I was done, Manny once again flopped his belly and chest onto mine and kissed me. It was weird. Usually he threw my clothes at me and told me to get the fuck out, more or less. But he kept kissing me, very romantically. It didn't last too long, because he pulled away, pulled out, and then got off the bed and started putting his clothes back on.
"I can give you a ride home if you want," he said.
"Thanks," I said, putting my own clothes back on. "That'd be great."
As I stood up to leave the room, he once again pulled me into a kiss and after a moment or two moved back and said, "I want to fuck you again."
So: the clothes came off, this time I got on all fours, and Manny fucked me doggy style.
After we'd dressed and we were almost at the front door, Manny grabbed my shoulder to stop me and said, "I'd fuck you a third time if you were up for it."
I was, and we did, this time lying on our sides on his bed, him behind me.
Afterward, he drove me home and before I got out of the car, he leaned over and kissed me, and as I walked to my front door I thought, Oh no - does he think we're boyfriends now?