Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 03:31:01 CST From: Mark <naturgeil@xoommail.com> Subject: Detention SUX! (M/t/t/t/t) (mast) (oral) --------------------------------------------------------------------- AN: Usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fantasy fiction which depicts willing and consensual sexual relations between a man and teenage boys. All names are fictitious. Please do not read if you may be offended or if this material may be illegal in your jurisdiction. Apart from downloading and printing for personal use, this work remains the property of the author. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Detention SUX! With Toby, Judd, Carl, Trevor and Mr. Ball Part 1 One week before the end of term and the roster put me onto the Friday afternoon detention class. Even though I was Assistant Headmaster and prepared the detention list, I still couldn't get out of one of the most disliked jobs at school. Usually the week's worst offending boys would have their turn to sit out half an hour of silence on the last school day of the week, when every other boy would have deserted the school within five minutes of the dismissal bell. Generally, our boys are pretty well behaved, with really serious offences such as violence, theft and drug taking ending in instant expulsion without warning. The 'Friday Afternooners' as we called them usually had been given several warnings for swearing, chronic lateness or insolence in class. I was surprised when I looked at the list, there were only four names from Year 8B. Perhaps our boys were getting the message. "Toby Hardshaft!" "Present." "Judd Lohmann!" "Present." "Carl Peeters!" "Present." "Trevor Poletti!" "Present." "OK then. Sit down and keep quiet. And next time you want to skip class to smoke in the gym you'll spend a whole week in detention class. I want to catch up with my work." Actually, I wanted to read the newspaper and quite frankly I didn't want to take today's detention too seriously. They sat down at the back of the room while I took my seat at the front desk. I started read the paper, and they started whispering amongst themselves. I might have lousy eyesight, but I've got exceptional hearing. As expected, they weren't going to keep quiet. And what do you expect fourteen year old schoolboys to talk about...? "My brother showed me a porno last night," said Judd, "there was this orgy with about twenty women and these guys screwing..." "I heard my parents screwing last night," boasted Toby, "my dad was making this groaning noise and my mum started to yell real funny like and then it all got quiet." "Why was your old man groaning?" asked Toby. "Don't you wank Toby boy?" laughed Trevor. "That's the noise guys make just before their sperm shoots out." "Yeah man, I do it all the time. But I don't make no weirdo noises," replied Toby, his cheeks flushing. "And I've seen more porno's than you. My brother accidentally borrowed a gay movie once. You should have seen it - all these guys doing it together! Man, all that sperm comin' out of their big cocks!" "Mine squirted in my pants last night when I was watching the porno," said Judd. "I wasn't even touching my cock but it felt like it was gonna bust through my pants. It felt like I needed to piss, real bad, then I had this totally weird feeling when I wet myself with cum. Awesome, man and much better than jerking off!" Carl finally joined the conversation. "I want to watch it. Can I come over Juddsy?" "Nah mate, my brother took it back to his friend and they've both gone to Bali for a week. I don't know when he'll get another one. But these guys all get their cocks sucked, then they screw the women, then they pull their dicks out and jerk off over them, and the women actually lick the stuff off their tits with their fingers..." "Gross!" said Carl, making a puking expression with his mouth. "I wonder what it's like to have your dick sucked," mused Judd, "I wish I could suck myself!" "Stag in 8F reckons he can suck his dick," said Trevor. "He told a couple of guys if they paid him $10 he'd show them." "Bullshit!" exclaimed Carl. "I've tried it - it's impossible!" Toby remained quiet, a knowing smirk on his cute face. The boys' conversation inevitably turned to their own masturbation practices. "I really want to do it when I wake up first thing," said Judd, "but my stupid kid brother can't keep his trap shut and he'd tell my mum or dad. I usually jerk off in the shower, but it kinda feels funny standing up..." "I squirt it out every night in my sleep," said Trevor. "And when I have a wank there's hardly any stuff there. My mum has to keep changing my sheets." "Why does it come out when you're having a dream?" pondered Carl. "And do you guys get stiffs all the time?" asked Toby. "Did any of you see me in Crumper's maths class first period? - I had one hell of a boner. He got me to come up to write my homework on the board, and I thought everyone was looking at my bulge. It really hurt." "And how come you get hairs around your dick? Why do they grow down there?" asked Judd. "Dunno," answered Toby, "but have you seen some of the Seniors when they're finishing showers after PE? Some of those guys are hairy down there, man! And man-sized cocks. And why do some guys still have a foreskin?" At this stage their voices were more than a whisper and they probably forgot I was still there until I boomed from my desk. "OK boys, just for today I'll keep you here for another five minutes and let you out early. "I've got a busy night ahead." "Are you going out with your wife, Sir?" asked Trevor. "I'm not married... er... anymore." "Your girlfriend, then?" said Judd. "No." "Have you got a girlfriend Sir?" asked Toby. I was a bit of an expert at changing the subject when people, especially inquisitive teenage boys, started asking personal questions. "Not at the moment, but from what you guys have been talking about, neither have any of you. And besides, when you start Health Education with Miss Tittles next year you'll learn the answers to all those things you were talking about." The boys were obviously aware that I'd been eavesdropping on their conversation which prompted Toby to ask confidently "I suppose you've got a busy night watching porno's!" Any other school, any other boy, would have resulted in an instant reprimand, probably followed by suspension. But I had a different way of dealing with my boys. "What makes you think I watch... er... pornographic movies?" I posed, an avuncular and learned tone in my voice. "Oh come on Sir, everyone watches them," giggled Trevor. "You've probably got stacks of them," said Carl, "can you lend us one?" "Come on Sir!" pressed Judd, "we won't tell anyone - promise!" I stood there, scratching the back of my neck, and thought it was time to advance their formal sex education by twelve months. These boys couldn't wait for Miss Tittles. "Do any of you boys live near Cockatoo Street? It runs off Kangaroo Road. If you would like to come around tomorrow I'll show you some... er... educational material to assist in your adolescent development, if you know what I mean." Again, my avuncular and learned tone emphasising the proposition. "Number 42, tomorrow, lunch as well." There was enthusiastic agreement and the boys left quickly, nattering excitedly as they raced each other to the bike shelter. Detention SUX! With Toby, Judd, Carl, Trevor and Mr. Ball Part 2 Just after twelve the next day while I was watching the progress of the cooking frankfurters my doorbell sounded and I knew who would be there. I opened the door the find my four 'detainees' from yesterday, not in their smart school uniforms, but in their own uniform of caps, sweatshirts and baggy pants, the usual garb worn by most boys their age. "Hello, sir!" or similar, they said in unison as I opened the security door. "Afternoon lads. I wish you were this punctual to your classes!" They laughed politely, wiped their sport shoes on the mat and I led them into the hallway. "Nice place you've got here," remarked Judd, admiring my French impressionist prints. "Yes, they are quite nice. Originals you know. They're worth tens of thousands," I lied. "Let's go down to the kitchen for lunch." We seated ourselves at the breakfast bar while I dished out the hot dogs. "Coke anyone?" As they stuffed their faces as only growing schoolboys can do Trevor noticed a bottle of Jim Beam in the kitchen cabinet. "My brother gave me some of that with Coke," he said. "It tastes great. Can we have some sir?" "Jack Daniel's is good too," piped in Toby. "I got pissed on that at my sister's birthday party. "Please sir?" "One, you're all too young to be drinking that stuff and second, it's a bit early to start boozing!" I said. Maybe later, I thought to myself. They finally decided they'd had enough and I led them into the lounge room. "Do you play the piano sir," asked Carl, noticing my Bl'thner baby grand, before the boys settled on the sofa in front of the television. "Of course. But you're not here for a music lesson. Now, what you're about to see is strictly for your own... er... personal development (a euphemistic term many schools use. It means, amongst other things, sex education.) You really shouldn't be watching this... material until you turn eighteen. But if you promise not to mention this - it's for your own good of course - you can watch it and ask me any question you like. Agreed?" The boys agreed, vigorously nodding their heads and looking serious as they made their affirmations. "But," I continued, "to make sure you mean it we have to do something. Together. Stand up and put your hands behind your back." The boys looked at each other at first puzzled, then Toby shrugged his shoulders and stood up, followed by the other three boys. As requested, they put their hands behind them and looked earnestly at me. "This is called bonding," I began. "A bit like blood brothers. And blood brothers always keep their promises." I walked over to Toby. "Now just squeeze me where I squeeze you." I groped the front of his baggy pants and made out the texture of his soft dick and balls. Without hesitating he reciprocated, easily finding the shape of my larger groin components. "You pass," I told him. "Sit down." I repeated the procedure in turn with Judd, Trevor and Carl. Not one of the boys winced and by the time I got to Carl there was a distinct hard-on beneath the fabric of his baggy trousers. "OK fellas, we're now bonded. And that means you can call me Mike, except for school of course! Now, I have a choice of several quality video productions for your education," I said, unlocking the cabinet in the armoire and shuffling through the cases. "Now let's see... "Boy Party Number 12... Naturboy Camp Number 37... Skinny-Dipping Scouts Number 55. Ah, let's start with this one." I chose one of the few gay-bi videos from my collection. "What's it called Sir, I mean Mike?" asked Judd. "Teens in Action," I replied. This particular production shows six teenage boys having a party when two older girls arrive at their address by mistake, thinking they're going to a baby sitting job. Of course the usual happens, they all undress and the screwing starts. Eventually the girls leave and the boys are left on their own, doing the usual stuff - cock sucking, wanking, a couple of piss scenes in the bathroom and finally they all end up sleeping together on the floor. Typical stuff for teenage boys. As the tape was playing I noticed that Judd and Trevor were rubbing the front of their pants, but Toby and Carl just sat with their mouths open, eyes fixed to the screen. I picked up the remote control and flicked the 'OFF' button. "Oh Sir... Mike, why did you turn it off?" protested Carl. I said nothing, but went to the linen cupboard and brought out a few old blankets and sheets, as well as some towels, which I laid out over the floor. I started to undress, casually throwing my clothes over the piano stool. When I was totally naked I picked up the remote and pointed it towards the television. "If you want to see the rest, you'll have to join me!" Again, Toby was the first to make his move, shrugging his shoulders as usual and looking at his friends. They probably then realised they were really here for a bit of fun, and began stripping off, discarding their clothes in heaps over the floor, chairs and the coffee table. Instead of my normally neat as a pin lounge room, it resembled more a schoolboy's bedroom. We squeezed together on the sofa, four naked young teenage schoolboys and me, pressed tightly between Judd and Trevor, my arms around their shoulders as we watched the rest of the video. We all displayed erections throughout, and I could tell they wanted to jerk off as they fondled their rock hard dicks, but probably out of courtesy resisted the temptation until I gave them the lead. "Who wants a dick... er... I mean who wants a DRINK?" "Beam and Coke all round!" ordered Trevor. "Can we put on another video?" asked Carl. "Help yourself," I said, pointing to the armoire and wiping a stream of precum from my dick with a towel. "I'll get your drinks." From the kitchen I could hear them squabbling over which one they wanted to see next. When I got back with their drinks I noticed they had chosen one of the Naturboy Camp series. The young guys in this film walk around totally naked, play basketball and skateboard all day, then settle down for some serious action when the sun goes down. By the time the video was over, the guys were a little light headed and Toby showed us one of his party tricks. "Watch this!" he announced proudly as he jumped up and stood in front of us, displaying his hard schoolboy sized erection, leaking copious amounts of clear sticky precum. With his hands on his hips, his dick throbbing up and down of its own accord, he ejaculated spontaneously, several slurping streams of boycum oozing from his pee hole and dribbling in large white gunks to the floor, a carefully placed towel soaking it up. "Carl," I said, eyeing his pulsating pricklet, "how would you like it sucked?" He smiled greedily and I knelt down in front of the sofa, pushing my face firmly into his lightly haired groin, taking his junior organ into my mouth. I felt him writhe with pleasure as I massaged his hard little dick with my tongue, the kid squired as my lips probed every inch of his tantalizing teenage cock, then my salivating mouth moved over his hairless balls, back again over his boycock, the young boy wriggling in ecstasy as his liquid orgasm blasted down my throat. As I wiped off a few globules of Carl's cum from my chin, I observed Trevor masturbating energetically, looking almost ready to blow. I took his hand away from his prick and led him down to the floor. "Lie on top of me Trevor and rub your dick against me," I said, as the tip of his dick glowed red with fury. I was on my back and he lay on top of me, our position making it impossible not to french, my left hand stroking his firm bubble bottom while my right hand rubbed the nape of his neck as he thrust his young body aginst mine. I felt a brief but powerful spurt of something, possibly pee or pre-cum, followed by several creamy, gushing torrents of Trevor's semen squirting between our hot, sweaty bodies, his palpitating heart pushing his vibrating ribcage against my chest, his warm, heavy breath forcing its way down my throat. The boy was spent, but not me. Trevor rolled on to the floor and lay there, motionless. Judd had been watching, wanking, and wanted his turn. "Come on Judd!" This time my young friend squatted over my chest, his dick poised over my nipples while I masturbated him. Meanwhile, Toby went down on my dick as Carl pushed his face into the limited space to wrap his tongue around my oversized balls. I pulled Judd for only a couple of minutes when he sighed, spurting several lengthy streams of semen which landed over my face and chest. My body began to tense as I felt those predictable signs. I gasped something like "I'm cumming now..." as my overproductive glands spewed out a week's store of warm white cum over young Toby and Carl, who shrieked in delight as I spattered their faces with my orgasm. For several unmeasured moments we lay together on the floor, four naked young teenage schoolboys and me, our bodies enmeshed, our energies sapped, our urges temporarily satisfied. It was much later when we finally showered down together, drying off with fresh towels, then feeling the discomfort of clothes on our bodies. It was a late Saturday afternoon, and after enjoying a civilized snack of coffee and fruit cake, the boys reluctantly left for home. "If we're naughty again and get another detention, will you supervise us?" asked Trevor. "I'll make sure of it," I said, giving each boy a peck on the cheek and a pat on their bottom as they left. "Just be naughty whenever you like!" The End