Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 19:11:23 +0000 From: Danny Dickinson <wankyodickdaily@gmail.com> Subject: The Secrets We Keep: Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 2 The usual disclaimers apply to this story. The author is not responsible for any actions by individuals as a result of reading this story. If you are a minor (child) then GO AWAY. If you are an adult then ENJOY. This story is about a teenage boy and other males. If this kind of scenario floats your boat then enjoy! It is just a story. You can email any comments to wankyodickdaily@gmail.com ************************************************** Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 2 The next morning I was sat in the kitchen, scoffing breakfast, when Dad stomped into the room. I could hear him loudly clattering things around behind me. He'd not even said, "Good morning". "You're extra moody this morning," I stated. More clattering, but no answer. I looked behind me and could see he was trying to make coffee, but he was just throwing it everywhere. "Anything wrong?" I asked. "Just shut the fuck up and go to school, will you?" "God, you're so annoying!" I threw my spoon into my cereal bowl, grabbed my bag from the hallway and flew out the front door. On the stroll to school I pondered what could be wrong with him. He was really quiet over dinner night the night before. Just kept staring at me with this glazed expression. Then, the penny dropped. It was coming up to, what would be if she were still alive, my Mum's birthday. I'd never known her as she died just after I was born, but I don't think Dad had ever really moved on from it. I decided in my head I'd do something nice for him when I got home. It was lunch time and I was queuing in the meal queue when Ben Pearce cut in front of me. "The queue ends over there mate." "Does it fuck, gay boy." "What? Just move, Ben. I was there first." "What you gonna do, Danny boy? You gonna hit me?" Ben leaned in towards my face. "No, but I'll-" "You'll what?!" he interrupted. "You'll tell your mum on me?" He laughed. "Oh no, wait. You can't!" With that I pulled back a fist and... Somebody grabbed my arm before I had chance to throw it. "Oh no you don't." It was Mr McGee. "We don't tolerate violence here, Danny. You should no that." "I do, sir. He was saying things about my mum," I pleaded. "I don't care. Then you should have done to see me." "But-" "No buts! I'll see you after school for detention." Mr McGee disappeared off into the crowd of kids. I turned to Ben and muttered, "This ain't the end of this you prick." "Enjoy your detention. I'm sure you will!" For the second day running I was sat outside Mr McGee's office. Although, this time I was more nervous than I'd usually be. Why the fuck did I have to react to that bully, Ben Pearce. Me thinks he's so fucking perfect with his gold chains and Nike hi-tops. All the girls fancy him. His perfectly golden tan and his little six pack. *************************************************** "Come in!" Mr McGee shouted from inside his office. "Here we go," I said under my breath. Mr McGee was sat on the edge of his desk in his bright white tennis kit. "I thought we'd go down to St. Andrew's House and have a game of tennis on their court, okay little man?" He smiled. Those big white teeth set in that deep, wide jaw. "You're the teacher. Whatever you say." I followed behind him as he lead the way down to the changing rooms for the court. His ass ballooned in those white shorts. How the fuck did he do them up? We stepped into the changing room and he asked, "Got your kit?" "Erm, no. I haven't had PE today." "Oh. Well I don't know what we can do then." He winked at me, then his hands moved to the buckle of his and he started undoing his shorts. I knew what was coming and my heart started pumping again, but I kinda wanted it. As he popped the last button on his shorts, they slid down over his hairy thighs and revealed his limp, but well hung, piece of meat. He bent over to step out of his shorts. His bollocks swung between his legs like two vine tomatoes. The only other time I'd seen balls that big were on a bull. "Go on, Danny. Let me show you like you showed me. I know you wanna." He grabbed him dick and started to beat it in his fist. "Okay, I guess." I stood still, watching, not really sure of what to do next. He looked on at me as he beat his dick into an erection. "C'mon. Come over here Dan." He gestured for me to get closer. I walked over and faced him as he yanked away at his dick. He pumped his fist furiously as he licked his lips, and shoved a hand up his tee to tweek his own nipples. "You like that, Dan? This man dick?" He spoke over heavy breaths. "Uhu." I didn't really know what to say, but I did like it. I could feel my own cock throbbing in my briefs. I watched him wank for a few minutes. His head kicking back and forth. His eyes closed and his open mouth. Big beads of clear liquid forming at his piss slit, then dropping down onto the floor. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started forcing me down. His big, wet helmet became level with my face and then... "I'm sorry, Dan." Squirt! The first squirt of hot, white cream fired out onto my shirt. Squirt! The second hit the bottom of my chin. His fist pulled the skin on his shaft tight as his helmet enlarged and his piss slit flared open again. Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! The third, fourth and fifth streams of sperm shot up and onto my face. His arm was heavy on my shoulder and I closes my eyes tight as I felt a sixth, a seventh and eighth splatter of hot juice on my face. It was quiet for a minute. His arm was still heavy on me as I slowly opened my eyes. His eyes were shut as he hunched over to catch his breath. He grabbed a towel off the hook and threw it over my face. "You better clean up, Danny," he ordered. I wiped all his gooey sperm off my face. "Ew, you got it on my shirt!" "Just wipe it. It'll dry in a few minutes and no one will notice." "My Dad better not." Mr McGee put his hand on my shoulder. "We gotta keep that to ourselves okay. We'd both get in a lot of trouble if anyone knew about it. And yesterday as well. You showed me your cum first, okay Danny." "I'm not gonna say anything. Promise." "Good. Now off you go home. Enjoy your weekend." ************************************************** When I got home, Dad wasn't in so I decided I'd have a little play with my dick and watch some porn. I didn't really need the porn, though, as I was still buzzing from Mr McGee shooting his fat wad off all over my face. When I licked my upper lip I could still tasty his salty tang. After half an hour of teasing my little prick I decided I need some extra stimulation. I headed to the wash basket in the bathroom and begun rummaging through. I won't lie, it wasn't the first time I'd done it. In fact, it was one of my favourite things to do while I jerked and I'd been doing it since I was about 12. "Ahh," I said out aloud to myself as I laid my hands on a pair of Dad's dirty black briefs. Silvery, white marks glistened on them as I held the up to the light. Just what I wanted. I buried my nose deep in the soiled crotch of his undies and inhaled deep. The smell was ripe. I grabbed my prick and rubbed my hand up and down my shaft as wore his pants like a gas mask. I took in smells of piss drips and sweat. I imagined a bulging pair of bollocks, heavily swaying around as he was hard at work. A builder he was. Proper mans man. I decided to hunt for another pair, found some, and then took them both back to my room. I stretched a pair of his boxers right over my head and wrapped the other pair around my cock. Pump Pump Pump, as I writhed on my bed. It didn't take long. Little, hot jets of boy juice spurted out from my prick, over my hand and covered Dad's underwear. *Slam* "Daniel, are you in?" It was Dad. I laid, frozen on my bed. "Daniel?!" I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to come up. I hopped off the bed and scanned the room with my eyes to find the nearest things to wipe up with. A t-shirt, by my bedroom door. I grabbed the top and used it to scope up any cum drips off my stomach. "Daniel, what's going on?" Dad quizzed as his head popped around my bedroom door. I used the tee to hide my penis. "Dad! I'm getting changed!" My heart was in my throat, pounding like never before. My eyes darted to my bed where Dad's briefs lay strewn, soaked in my jizz. I felt my face burn up. "Dad, I'll be down in a second. Just go." "Oh, alright. Well it'll be cottage pie for tea." "Just go!" "Alright! I have got one too, you know. I've seen it all before." How embarrassing. If only he knew I'd just been masturbating over the thought of seeing his. Dad closed the door as he left. I couldn't believe he hadn't seen his pants on my bed. Maybe he had. Maybe he had thought they were mine. I grabbed both pairs and stuffed them under my pillow. I'd sneak them back into the wash basket another time. *************************************************** When I stepped into the kitchen, dinner was already on the table. "You left your phone down here. Be more careful with it," Dad cautioned. Dad always moaned about how I treat things and how little time things last in the house. I checked my inbox. There was a text from about an hour earlier: --- --- +4478100007432: 17:47 27/04/2013 Sucky Sucky --- --- I didn't know the number. Who the fuck would send me that? I looked up. Dad was tucking into his dinner. I pondered, A) How someone would get my number and, B) Why someone would text me that. I finished up with dinner and told Dad I had homework to do. At my desk, I logged into Facebook to see a message from someone called 'Jacko Monroe'. Jacko Monroe Active 21 minutes ago -----------------27 Jan 18:53---------------- Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky Sucky ------------------------------------------------ I was really freaked out. I kept it simple and replied, 'Who the fuck is this?' Chapter 2 End