Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 15:43:44 EDT
From: Chris Andy <Christopherandy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: DETENTION WITH CHAS Part 3 by Chris Andy
Part 3
The next morning I picked up Chas at his house. Wearing a dark blue
football jersey, levis and white Nikes, He rushed outta his house and
climbed into the VW. 'God!' I thought, 'he's so fuckin' hot!'
"How you doin', Billy?" he asked, adjusting his jutting crotch.
"O. K., Chas," I answered, "You?"
"Got up late, man. Didn't have time to jack off this mornin'
Fuckin' dick won't go down! (he tried sliding Mr. WeeWee to the left
leg--then to the right--but it still protruded, stiff and menacing!)
First period, I'm gonna stay in the commons, drink a little
coke and eat a sausage biscuit.
But I got your breakfast here, dude. (still fussing with his package).
"But Chas," I said, "I can't--I already......."
"Meet me in coaches office, dude, at 8:30. I need to dump a load
in your pussymouth!"
"But, Chas," I said. "You know Ms. Pritch----"
"She'll let you out," he said, "You're her boy! Just meet me
there, fag!"
That said, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. He fell
instantly asleep--even snoring a little!
I could barely keep my eyes off him. 'Pay attention,' I thought,
'You're gonna fuckin' wreck the Bug!'
Chas slept all the way to my parking space on campus. Once I
parked, he climbed out of the car, stretched and said one word (or two,
depending on your definition of one! "Eight-thirty!"
Then he strolled through the parking lot to a group of sophomore
girls who seemed to be as hot for him as I was.
"Hey, ladies," he said, as he smiled his 100 watt, killer smile.
He put his arm around one of the chicks. (Chas is an equal opportunity
fucker--he'll screw anything that moves--boys--ugly girls, etc.) "What's
up?" he asked, letting his hand slip down to fondle her cute ass---
"MMMMM-- Nice Rack, honey," he continued--his eyes glued to her pert and
BIG titties.
"He-he-he," the girls tittered as Chas walked to the locker room
door. "Cyall after the game tonight!" (we played Stewart Central--our
big rivalry!)
"You sure will, Chas," the chicks responded, giggling and
squirming--as though they needed his big pecker in their twats right
now--and Chas sure would have complied--but maybe not in the parking lot!
I headed to class and sat--watching the hands of the clock edge
closer to 8:30. I was in agony. What if ol' lady Pritchard wouldn't let
me out? She never lets anybody out.
"Hold it till class is over," she says. One morning she said that
to Chas and he grabbed his crotch and 'held it' all the way back to his
seat--to the amusement of the class! 'What a stud!' I thought. And at
8:30 I'll fuckin' be holdin' it. I popped a boner thinking about it!
At 8:25 I asked Ms. Pritchard if I could be excused. "It's an
emergency--I think I need to throw up, m'am," I said, rushing to the
door. 'I don't wanna be late,' I thought, racing past two teachers who
both shouted, "Walk!" I did--till I got outta view and hurried down the
steps, two at a time. (Coach Zimmerman's office was in the basement.)
Dashing down the corridor, I arrived at the door and knocked.
No answer, but I heard the sounds of people scurrying around
inside. So I knocked again.
"Who's there?" a booming voice asked.
"It's Billy Boyton, sir," I answered to the voice I thought was
coach. 'Jeez,' I thought, 'What'll I say to him?'
"C'mon in. Door's unlocked," Booming Voice said.
I opened the door and spotted three dudes sitting in the office
chairs. All three had their pants down around their ankles.
The room was sorta dark, with only a desk lamp burning. But I
recognized my red-headed stud, Chas; my Greek God, Mike; and a new guy
who was fuckin' huge--he dwarfed Chas and Mike. He had a pecker that
stood a foot tall (Nah! But I bet it was 8-9 inches) and as thick as my
wrist. His equipment made Mike's 7 1/4 and Chas' 7 1/2 look small.
(They had me measure them!)
"Get in here, fag, and lock the fuckin' door!" Mike commanded.
"Yessir, Master Mike," I said.
"Jesus! He really does call ya 'master', dude," said Booming Voice
(who I later learned was John Walton, defensive tackle and state
wrestling (Heavyweight) champ.)
' Man,' I thought. 'This is gettin' outta hand. Now I got three
dudes to suck off!' I was scared I was gettin' a 'rep'--Freelance
Cocksucker was not a label you want applied in high school.
"Strip and get on your knees, cockwhore!" Chas said.
"Why strip?" John asked. "Shit, man, I don't wanna see his little
peter. That's fuckin' gay. I just need to blow a load. Stephie ain't
let me have none all week and I'm horny as a two-peckered goat!"
"It ain't 'gay' to get sucked off, man. Only the 'sucker' is gay,
bro," Chas said.
"Plus we don't want Billy all covered with jism. He's gotta go back
to class," Master Mike said.
"Fag!" Chas said to me, "You got 21 minutes till First Period
ends. Get us all off before then!"
"Yessir, Master Chas," I said and crawled over to him.
"No, cuntface!" he said. "Suck Johnnie off forst--he's the
horniest! Mike and I had ya last night. We can wait."
"Yeh, I guess I can wait," Master Mike said, stroking his
beautiful, hard peter.
I hustled over to John and got down under his hairy nutsack with my
tongue. I licked his balls and kissed his cockhead. 'God,' I thought,
'Can I fit that monster down my throat?'
"Fuck, man," John moaned, "That's incredible. Stephie won't lick
my nuts and, hell, I've asked her to do it a zillion times. She says I
'smell yucky' down there!"
"Billy fuckin' loves jock cock and ball smell. I bet he'd lick our
assholes if we asked him!" said Mike.
"Yeh, John," said Chas,"But fuck him hard, dude. We ain't got all
day!"
John stood up, grabbed my head and slammed his huge pecker down my
throat. Thrusting in and out, he long-dicked me! I thought I'd
die--literally--I couldn't breathe! He humped my face till I saw
stars! But he shot his boyjuice fast. Pulling out, he said, "That was
wicked awesome, dudes!"
"Clean him up, whore," Chas said. "He can't go to class with jizz
on his jeans. "JIZZ ON HIS JEANS!" Ain't that some kinda poetry?
I started to say, "That's alliteration!", but before I could tell
him, John grabbed my head and stuck it back on his sagging organ. 'My
Chas ain't no Carl Sandberg!' I thought.
Licking John clean, I looked up into his face to see if I was doin'
O.K.. 'Fuck,' I thought, 'He's fuckin' gorgeous, too.' He had a
power-lifter's body, but his face was almost delicate, with sparkling
brown eyes, a jutting chin and perfect, white teeth. John needed only
to bat those long lashes and the chicks (and me) came running!
Caging his monster, John smirked and pulled up his pants. "Thanks,
slutboy," John said.
"Now, me, bitch," Chas said, guiding my mouth to gobble his dick.
I licked and worshipped his prong, tonguing his piss shit. I knew he
liked that. Then I gave it some serious sucking. Bobbing my head up and
down, I sucked on his peter--loving it!
He, too, shot in a few minutes "Ohhhhh--oh--shit!" Chas
screamed as he blew a load down my throat. "Man, Billy--you are
'fan-fuckin' tastic' at cocksuckin!. Ain't he, John?"
"Incredible, dude" John agreed.
I was so proud. My 'men' loved my talents. I could die a happy
man!
"Lick the cum off him, boy," Mike commanded. "And get your
peterlappin' mouth on Mr. Happy, here. He's fuckin' unhappy till you
drain him!"
Hurridly cleaning Chas' peter and balls off, I crawled on my knees
to Mike and scooped his already stiff dick into my 'pussymouth.' I
lubed Mr. Happy with my spit, causing Mike to moan in ecstacy. Then,
pulling Mr. H out to his fat mushroom head, he slammed him back down my
throat to his pube hair.
"Take him, bitch," he said. "You faggot, cunt! You love for my
hard cock to ream our whoreslut mouth. Suck it, twat!" (Mike always got
verbally abusive when he fucked my mouth--but I loved it!)
"Yeh, cocksucker--I'm gonna fire!! FFUUCCCCKKKK!" he yelled,
blasting gobs of goo down my throat, and, pulling out he shot the rest
of his hot jism on my face and hair. Then, he spat in my face!
"You fuckin' love my juice, don't ya homo?" Mike asked. "Maybe
tonight I'll let ya swallow my piss. Bet you'd fuckin' love that,
too, bitch!"
John and Chas laughed uproariously as Mike continued, "C'mon,
Billy. Clean off my dick and balls so I can get to class. C'mon,
guys--let's all give the cunt some fuckin' loogies as a 'parting
gift!-- Heh--heh--heh"
Chas and John, buttoning their jeans and tucking in their game
jerseys, joined Mike in spitting in my face and hair
When they had tidied up, Chas said, "Man--fuckin' bell's late" and
tossed me a dirty, mildewed towel off coach's floor. "Clean up, dude!"
"Gonna come over to my house tonight after the game to fuck the
bitch?" Mike asked John and Chas. "She needs her virgin twat fucked.
and I bet we could break 'her' in good!"
"Sure will, "John answered. "Get some brews and have a party!
Fuckin' chicks don't always put out, but Billy will!"
My football studs laughed hard as the bell rang and they threw open
the door, leaving me to clean up myself and get dressed. I was
frantically wiping, buttoning and tying when Coach Zimmerman, with two
JV players, entered the office. Coach sniffed and said, "Man--it smells
like jism in here!"
The two JV players grinned, watching me exit the room with sticky
'mousse' in my hair.
TO BE CONTINUED