Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 11:55:20 +0000
From: Danny Dickinson <wankyodickdaily@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secrets We Keep: Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 1

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story is about a teenage boy growing up and other males. If this kind of
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Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 1
April 2001


It was 3:30, everyone else had gone home and I was starting to wonder why I
couldn't just behave myself. I sat outside Mr McGee's office waiting for
him to come out, tapping my feet as the minutes rolled by. 3:45, 3:50,
3:55. When it got to 4:15 I decided I wasn't waiting any longer. I jumped
up and started down the hall, but as I passed his office I could see
movement through the frosted glass. I stopped for a few seconds thinking
about opening the door, then decided I was going in.

As I flung open the door I caught the sight of Mr McGee's bulging ass, him
bending over picking something up. His nuts hung down like two hairy eggs
in a hanky, swinging like a pendulum between his muscled thighs. He turned
and yelled, "Haven't you been taught to knock?!". He grabbed a jock from
the floor and pulled it up over his thighs with haste.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Danny?"

"You kept me back for detention! I've been waiting right outside since
3:30."

Mr McGee was picking up clothes from around his office and throwing them
on. I couldn't take my eyes off his ass after what I'd just seen.

"Detention, yes. Why didn't you knock sooner? I'd have known you were
here."

"Sorry, sir. So I'm guessing since it's late I can go home?" Mr McGee
laughed, then threw a pair of shorts at my face.

"No way squirt. You got detention and you've just walked in on me bollock
naked. You're getting your punishment. Let's go and get you changed"

Mr McGee turned me by my shoulders and prodded me out of his office with a
finger in my back.

"Head down to the changing rooms. We're going to do some laps", he
demanded. I hated laps. I hated PE. My stomach filled with dread. When I
got into the changing I realised I had no gym kit.

"Do you have a kit I can borrow?" I asked.

"Sure. I'll go grab it." Mr McGee left the room so I started to undress.
It had been about 5 °c outside all day so I wasn't looking forward to
going out in a pair of shorts.

I heard the door to the changing rooms creak as I dropped my trousers and
stepped out of them. Turning my head to the door, Mr McGee stood with his
arms folded.

"The kit, where is it?" I shivered. The changing rooms only had single
glazed windows so it was always icy cold during the winter.

"Oh, the kit? You won't be needing that."

I laughed. "Then I won't be doing laps. Not in my underwear."

Mr McGee grabbed me by my forearm and pulled me over to the external door.

"I've already told you," he growled, "You are getting your punishment."

He pushed the bar to open the door and forced me out onto the field. As I
stumbled out I tripped and landed in mud.

It had been raining, I was covered in it. Mr McGee came out and extended
his hand out to help me up.

"C'mon Danny, let's get you cleaned up. Your Dad will be wondering where
you are."

I took his hand, noticing how big and warm it was, and he pulled me up to
my feet and into the changing rooms.

"Go jump in the showers and I'll get you a towel. Back in a sec." Mr McGee
headed out the room. I pulled off my boxers, went into the showers and
stood under a hot stream of water. Through the spatter of water I heard Mr
McGee call out, "I'll set your towel down by your clothes." The feel of the
hot water running down my back was so relaxing. I could have stood there
forever.

"Don't hog all the water little man." I jumped out of my skin as Mr McGee
appeared next to me. Naked. Butt naked. "Hey! Don't be so startled. Never
seen a grown man naked?" Was this a serious question? Did he want me to
answer that? My mouth filled with water from the shower. I couldn't close
it. "Well?"

"N-n-no, I guess.." I stuttered. I stepped backward out of the water as he
moved towards me. Hot water splashed off of his huge hairy pecs. In fact
I'd never seen so much hair. It was everywhere. His dick, oh my god, his
dick! Planted within a deep, dark, thick bush of pubic hair.

"Well, apart from earlier on, hey kid?" He lathered up his hands and
started to soap himself down. A couple minutes had passed, but I still
hadn't realised what was happening, still stood in the showers like a spare
part. I remember thinking his dick was the biggest thing I'd ever
seen. About 5 inches flaccid. Hell, back then it was the only one I'd ever
seen, apart from my own. His had looked strange to me though. I was used to
seeing mine nicely tucked into a hood of skin, but his had none. He was cut
and probably due to the size of his helmet. It was like a portobello
mushroom stuck on a stick of dynamite. I felt my dick twitch as he grabbed
his bellend and soaped it up in the palm of his hand, massaging it.

"Your Dad never shown you his? Shown you how these things work?" He asked.

"Uh, no." That wasn't quite the truth. My Dad hadn't shown me, but I knew
how they worked from all the porn I watched at home.

"You wanna see?" He stared at me as he continued to massage his helm.

"Don't answer. Come. Come under the water."

I stepped forward and felt the hot water splash over me again. I probably
could have done with a cold shower to slow down the beat of my heart.



Thump

Thump

Thump



Being the shortest boy in year 10 and Mr McGee being about 6'4", his dick
was level with my nipples.



Thump

Thump

Thump



I watched as the soap frothed up in his wide piss slit as if he was about
to spew out a load.



Thump

Thump

Thump



Is it..? It was. It was growing. Mr McGee wasn't just cleaning it up. This
man's penis was actually swelling in front of me.



Thump

Thump

Thump



I looked up to see his face, wet, open mouthed, looking straight into my
eyes. He breathed heavily and his chest pumped.



Thump

Thump

Thump



I looked back down and his dick was fully erect. What a dick it was. A good
7.5" and the girth, to this day, was like nothing I've ever seen. That huge
helmet. He held the base of his dick as his leathery helmet throbbed in the
palm of his other hand.

"Have you ever wanked off Dan?"

"Yeah, uhu."

"C'mon then. Show me how you use that little pecker." It wasn't that
little, I was only 14. Okay so it was only 4", but there was plenty of time
for it to grow.



I grabbed my boner and started to tug it off. Me McGee smiled at me as we
both stood together, masturbating in the shower.

"Got a few public hairs there lad," he commented. This made me feel kinda
embarrassed. I was pretty much smooth all over. I struggled to grow a bit
of bum fluff, yet I'd noticed other boys in the changing rooms had treasure
trails, hairy nipples and dark covered forearms.

"Yeah. You're really hairy though." Why did I need to state the obvious?

"You'll be the same one day, Dan. Wanna touch it?" He ran a hand up through
his chest hair.

All of a sudden, I felt my balls tighten and my bellend tingle with intense
pleasure.

"Oh shit, little man. Yeah!" Mr McGee cheered as spunk started to fire out
my dick up my chest, some splattering on the floor. My heart pounded and my
back hunched as I squeezed the last few strokes of ecstasy out of my penis.

"Oh Dan, watch mine." Just as the words left his lips there was a loud thud
that came from the changing rooms. "Hide!"

Where was there to hide? It was just a tiled, rectangular room. I ran to
the corner.  Within a couple of minutes Mr McGee came back into the
showers.

"Fuck knows what that was, but there's no one here. C'mon, let's head out."

"But I didn't see you-"

"Move it Danny. Your Dad will be wondering where you are."

That made me panic. I'd forgotten to tell my Dad I'd had detention. I
quickly grabbed my things together and got dressed. Just before I left the
changing room, Mr McGee grabbed my arm.

"Pass me your phone." I passed him my phone as he unzipped his fly and
pulled his floppy cock out. He held the phone out in front, pulled me into
his chest and took a selfie.

"You'll never forget your first piece of man dick now."

"I gotta get back to my Dad." I hurried out.



When I got onto my street I could see Dad's car was on the drive. I was
hoping he might have had rugby practice that night, but no such luck. He
was on my case as soon as I'd closed the front door. I dropped my bag on
the hallway floor.

"Where the fuck have you been? I've been ringing your mobile phone." His
voice boomed from the kitchen. Before I'd even had chance to answer he
called me in for tea.

"Look at the state of you. Why's your hair all wet?" he quizzed.

"Detention, Dad. Mr McGee had me doing laps.

"Still on your case? What've you done now?"

"Forgot my kit again." I knew this would start him off.

"I told you just last night that it was by the front door. How the fuck did
you forget it?" He banged a bowl of pasta down on the table. "Anyway, go
and wash your hands you scruff."

I put my phone down and headed off to the bathroom. I couldn't figure this
all out in my head. All this madness.



Chapter 1 End.