Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 17:36:38 +0000
From: Danny Dickson <wankyodickdaily@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secrets We Keep: Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 3

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

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Any Reason for Detention - Chapter 3


I stepped into Mr McGee's office.

"I think somebody knows about it."

"About it?" He asked.

"Yeah, you know. Us."

"We're an us now?"

"I dunno, sir. Whatever! I think someone knows we've shown cocks."

"Oh." Mr McGee was stood at his window, gazing out at the sports field. It
was Monday lunch time so there were kids running around, screaming and
shouting. "Well we can't have that, can we?" He grabbed the strings and
drew the blinds across his window. Only flicks of light cast across his
office. He turned and smiled at me.

"Don't you care? What if you get the sack?" I taunted.

"Ha! Don't be daft, Danny. How could anyone know? We've been alone and,
let's be honest, we've only shown each other our bits." He chuckled to
himself.

"But, I've had a text and a Facebook message saying sucky sucky."

He laughed harder this time. "Maybe somebody knows you better than you know
yourself."

He walked over to me and put one of his big, hairy arms around my shoulder.

"Do you want to?"

"What?" I asked, as if I didn't have an idea.

"Sucky, sucky," he teased as he grabbed his dick through his shorts. I
couldn't lie to myself. I did want to taste it. I wanted nothing more.

"It's lunch time," I stated.

"We'll be quick. I promise." Mr McGee pulled the string on his sport
shorts, ran his fingers down under the waist band, then lowered them to
just under his bulging jock strap. Instant boner in my trousers. He sat on
the edge of his desk and leaned his body back.

"C'mon." He gestured to come close.

I stood between his legs as he fiddled with the top button on my
trousers. He couldn't pop it.

"Need a hand?" I teased.

"Don't be cheeky, Danny." And with that the button popped and my trousers
slipped right down. I used to be a fatter kid, but had lost the weight when
I hit 14 so my trousers were always too big.

"Mmm. I see someone's excited to see me." I blushed as he glanced down at
the little tent in my boxers. Mr McGee lifted his waistband up and over his
bulge, revealing his already swelling cock. Getting to see it up this close
with little movement was a treat. It was amazing. It hung between his legs
like a veined piece of dough. This time it was greased with sweat and his
pubes were wild.

"Go for it. Play." He closed his eyes as I gingerly began flopping his meat
around in my hand. It was only semi, so I found it difficult wanking his
fat shaft without it being hard. I dipped my face in closer and inhaled the
air. It was just like the smell on my Dad's pants. Sweet, musty and
raw. His penis was fully erect now and I could feel him thrusting his hips
up so that the tip of his cock was almost touching my mouth. Next thing, he
wrapped his hands around my head and pulled by face into his crotch. His
dick flailed over my face and his huge bollocks bulged on my neck. I could
feel the wiry pubes of his testicles scratch my neck. This was it. I had
to.

I stuck my tongue out of my mouth as his dick throbbed across the sides of
my face, flailing side to side. It tasted just how it smelt, but stronger.

"Good boy. That's a good fucking boy."

He moaned as his helmet flashed over my hot tongue. Strings of his pre-jizz
formed a white cream on my face as his dick rubbed back and forth. I knew
what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him, but the girth on it. Oh the
girth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stretched my lips over his
cock head. That was it. All I could manage was his cock head. By this time,
Mr McGee was laid right back on his desk with me between his legs and his
dick pointing north, up into my mouth. He thrust his hips and held my head
as I struggled to cope with just the helmet in my mouth. More dick cream
formed in the corners of my mouth as he steadily pumped and humped at my
face.

"Dan, dan, dan! Yes baby." He held his palms tight on the back of my head
and pushed me down his dick as he started to unload his sperm into my
mouth. Shot after shot of lumpy, hot juices spewed out of his throbbing
pole.

"Ohhh get it. Slut, get it." His dick stopped pumping cum, but his grip on
my head didn't let up. I stood with a mouth full of cum for a few minutes
as his dick softened in my mouth. Eventually he unplugged my face and
pulled himself out of me. Obviously, his cum followed. All over his
bollocks.

"Oh man! You were meant to swallow that dude."

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I'd seen porn, but it was different to how
I'd expected it to be.

"Here, I'll show you." Mr McGee picked me up and sat me on his desk. He
whipped my boxers down to my knees and started sucking greedily on my
prick. He ran a few fingers over my almost smooth pubis and let another of
his fingers circle my belly button. It felt amazing. His mouth felt so hot
and wet over my dick. I felt his tongue get deep under my foreskin as he
licked all around my bellend.

It couldn't have been more than 60 seconds, but that was me. My body
convulsed as I fired my sweet juice into his mouth. He forced his mouth
harder down the shaft of my dick and held me by my wrists as my bum lifted
off his desk and my juices flowed from my body. When he took his mouth off
me it was empty. He licked any stray juices from his lips.

"And that, Danny boy, is what we do with spunk."

I slid, exhaustedly, off of his desk and pulled my trousers back up. His
jockstrap was still around his thighs as his semi-flaccid piece hung in
between them.

"What did you think?" Asked Mr McGee. "Was it what you expected?"

"Better," I sighed. It really took it out of me. "I better go get some
food."

"Don't be a stranger," he smiled.



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I started out of Mr McGee's office and slammed the door behind me.

"Let me guess, forgot your kit again?"

I jumped. It was Ben Pearce.

"What? No."

"Any excuse for you, innit pussy boy. Any excuse to get out of PE."

"Whatever, Ben. Move."

"Come on then!" Ben went for me just as Mr McGee stepped out of his office.

"Oi!" He shouted. "Any more if this and I'll have both of you in
detention."

"You'd love that," mumbled Ben.

"I'm sorry? Something to say, Pearce?" Ben didn't answer. "We could always
make it a week of detention, if you like?"

"No," huffed Ben.

"Then go on. Fuck off."

Ben glared behind at me as he disappeared off down the hall.

"Off you go. Now, Danny."



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When I got home I went straight up to my room. I'd forgotten I needed to
move Dad's pants from under the pillows on my bed. I lifted the pillow on
my bed, but they were gone. He must have found them. I looked around my
room and noticed that my bed had been stripped. He must have been doing the
washing. Shit. What the fuck could I do? He'd want to know why they were
there and why, more importantly, they were wet with my own jizz. Shit,
shit, shit. I heard a car door slam outside. I peered through my curtains
and saw Dad heading up the driveway. It was 15:25. What was he doing home
so early?

"Danny. Get down the stairs now." I filled with fear as soon as I heard his
voice. Fuck!

"Danny!" He yelled. There was no escaping him. I'd have to face it and just
say I needed a wank rag. I took myself down stairs and hovered in the
living room as he undid his boots. Typically, he'd stomped mud all the way
through from the hall.

"Just a quick word, it won't take long." He didn't look up at me. I held my
breath. "How do you fancy a week in a cabin up at the lakes? Me, you, maybe
a few of the lads from the yard. You can go cycling, hiking, play golf. All
sorts of stuff."

I started breathing again.

"Don't look so worried-" he started.

"No! I mean yes, that sounds good." Dad looked up and gave me the look he
gives me when he thinks I'm weird.

"That's settled then. We go in the morning."

"Tomorrow?"

"Uhu."

"But, Dad, I have school."

"Not for the next week you don't."



Chapter 3 End.



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