Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 17:28:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: mike tsouris <miketsouris2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: DETENTION WITH CHAS  PART 4

DETENTION WITH CHAS   Part 4 (hs/ t-t/  oral)
by Chris Andy


     The rest of the school day crept by--I struggled to stay alert in
calculus and through Shakespeare's HAMLET in English Lit, but I was lost in
my thoughts.

     'How did I get in this mess?'  I wondered.  Just a few days ago I
wasn't even sure I was gay, but now I was servicing three hot dudes--The
Vision: Chas--the Greek God: Mike--and my newest 'master': John, a rugged
football stud with a nine inch cock!

     'Where will it end?' I thought.  I was relatively new at Point City
High and it wasn't really too late to stop this foolishness before I got
the 'cocksucker' label all over the school.  I didn't really care much--but
it would break my dad's heart.  He was always so proud of me.

     I decided that I'd tell Chas on the way home that I had decided to end
our 'friendship'.  I hated to do it, but it had to be done.

     I was surprized to see Chas asleep in the front seat when I arrived at
The Bug.  I tried to express my thoughts to him, but he snored and settled
back in the seat.  I stewed around a bit, but was unable to get him awake
and focused on the 'problem'.

     When I pulled up in his driveway, he climbed out--stretched and hit me
with his shy, but brilliant smile.  He said," See ya after the game,
Billy!"

     Staring at his dick lump, how could I say 'no?'  So I agreed to meet
him outside the locker room that night.

     I drove home, and, rushing in the house, headed straight for my room.
I collapsed on my bed and must have been really tired because the next
thing I knew, it was night and my little brother, Danny and his buddy,
Trevor, were standing by my bed in the dark.

     My brother, Danie, (or Danny, as he prefers) was not very little.  A
sophomore at Pinewood High, he was a jock and worked out daily, pumping up
his body and kinda dominating me!

     "Wassup, dudes?"  I asked.

     "You goin' to the Point City ball game tonight, bro?"  Danny asked.

     "I think so," I replied.  "What time is it now?"

     "About 7, Billy."  said Danny.

     My eyes flew open and riveted on my brother and his stud muffin buddy
standing near naked at the foot of my bed.  Sweating and oozing maleness
from every pore, they had just finished working out.  Both were shirtless
and wore baggy jeans and 'spiked' hair.

     'Man!'  I thought fixing my gaze on Trevor's justting package.

     "Wanna ride it, Billy?"  Trevor asked.

     "Huh?"  I answered.

     "Wanna ride us to the game, bro?"  Danny asked.  He and Trevor were
laughing their balls off.

     I continued staring at Trevor's bulge.  My eyes roamed from there to
his abs and pecs and then to his blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair.

     "Told ya, Dan!"  Trevor said.

     "Huh?"  I asked again.  But suddenly I realized that one of the JV
players who saw me coming out of Coach Zimmerman's office was Trevor!  He
was also going to Point City to play football. ' God,' I thought.  'He
knows!  And he told Dan!'

     Both guys chuckled at my sudden recognition.  "S'matter, bro?  Danny
asked.  "You look pale."

     "Yeh, Billy," Trevor said.  "You look like you need somethin' to eat."

     They both roared with laughter at Trevor's witty remark!  But my eyes
again flew to Trevor's pouch.

     "Like what you see, bro?"  asked Danny.

     "C'mere, Billy.  Get a closer look."  Trevor smirked, unbuttoning his
jeans and whipping out his swollen peter.

     "Yeh, bro," Danny said.  "I hear you've been suckin' off the Point
City football team.  I hope you saved room for us!"

     Trevor kinda giggled at my brother's clever sense of humor, but, when
I tried to climb outta bed, Danny shoved me back down.  Slapping my face
hard--once--twice, he pulled me up to his eye level.

     "Fuckin' queer!"  he yelled, slapping me again.  "You been suckin'
dicks, man?  You been slurpin' cocks?  Well, big brother, you need to do me
and my buddy Trev."

     "If I tell dad," he continued, "he'll fuckin' boot ya outta the house.
If you hurt him, faggot, I'll kick your homo ass all the way to Morgan
County!"

     "Now, get to work on our pricks, fag boy!"  said Trevor.

     I slumped to my knees and gobbled Trevor's boymeat.  It was fat, but
kinda short like mine.  I was able to deep throat it easily and the boycock
tasted fine!

     "Suck it, fag!"  Trevor said.  "Suck my cock like the slut you are!
Man, Dan, it feels fuckin' great, dude!  His 'fuckface' feels like a cunt!"

     "Give me a turn, Trev!"  my brother Daniel said.  "I'm so fuckin'
horny!"

     Trevor slid his peter out and Danny replaced it with his.  'Damn!'  I
thought.  'Little Bro has a way bigger cock than mine!  But I was
humiliated--my brother was using my mouth like he would a bitch's pussy!'

     "Ah, fuck, dude," Danny said.  "His mouth is hotter than Maddie's
twat!  It feels so fuckin' good!  Suck harder, big bro!  Gonna feed you my
spermies!"

     He shot a few spurts down my throat, then pulled out and splattered my
face and hair.  "Gonna mark ya as my bitch, Billy!"

     "Get over here, faggot!"  Trevor commanded, standing there stroking
his wet, shiney boycock.

     It took just a few minutes to drain Trevor's nuts.  Both dudes smirked
at me, "It's gonna be hot having my own cocksucker right here at home,"
Danny said.  "Won't need to jack-off anymore!"

     "Please don't tell dad," I begged Danny.

     "As long as you're ready to service my dick anytime, day or night, I
won't tell him.  But you are my fuckin' slaveboy, now, asshole!"  Danny
said.

    "O.K., bro, " I said.

     "Now, Billy.  Before we go to the game--get my room straightened up
and my bed made."  Danny said.  "And, call me 'Sir' fag boy!"

     "Yessir," I said, hurriedly picking up the crap off his floor.  I had
to get to the game before it was over to meet Chas, Mike and John.  (At
that time I had no idea how long a football game lasted!)_

     Trevor and Danny sat in the two good chairs in my little brother's
room, watching me scurry around picking up dirty underpants, cum-crusted
Kleenex, chip bags and coke cans.  After the quick pick-up and bed-making,
I kneeled on the floor between my brother and his buddy.

     "This is so fuckin' wicked bad," Danny said.

     "Sure is, man," Trevor agreed.

     "Hey Trev,."  Danny said, "Do me a big favor, bud."

     "Anything, man."  Trevor answered.

     "You can use "The Faggot" anytime I tell ya you can, but please, man,
don't tell anyone about the homo."  Danny said, "I don't want the assholes
at Pinewood High thinkin' it fuckin' runs in the family!"

     "Sure, dude," Trevor said, "But I'd never tell anyone.  You know
me--you're my best friend, man!"

     "Yeh, bro," Danny said.  "We are super pals, but The Faggot stays our
secret."

     "Yeh, Dan," Trevor said.  "No way I'd tell anyone."

     As they chatted, I continued kneeling on the floor.  They spoke about
me as if I wasn't there.  First the pledge to keep "The Faggot" a
secret--and then a short discussion as to how many points Point City would
score tonight and the 'health' of their defensive line.

     I kinda zoned out till I heard Danny say, "Get your candy ass dressed
and let's get to the stadium!"

     "Yessir," I said, grabbing my jeans and a tee, shoes and my car keys.

     "I'll drive, faggot!"  Danny said, wresting the keys from my grip.

     "But, Dan," I said, "You ain't old en-----"

     "I got my permit, homo!"  he said," Now get in the back seat and let
us men drive!"


     I crawled into the rear seat and tried to get comfortable.  But I was
upset and afraid Danny would wreck the 'Bug'.  The 'men' talked about
football plays, quarterbacks and pussy.  Would they get any tonight?  Danny
said they otta be able to pick up some chicks at the game and take 'em up
on the Freedom Trail for a little "sweet cunt!"

     "You don't mind if I take your car after the game, do ya, bro?"  Danny
asked me."

     "You can't------" I started to say, but Danny whirled around and
pounded me with his fist.

     "Homo!  You don't say 'no' to me. I'll fuckin' tell dad about you
bein' a dicklover!"  Danny growled.

     "Hey, Dan."  Trevor said.  "You mind if I climb back there and give
him a little more peter?  All this ' chick talk' has me boned again."

     "Sure , man," Danny replied.  "The cunt won't mind.  He can't seem to
get enough!"


     I sat there horrified.  My little bro was gonna let Trevor use me
whenever he wanted!  As he climbed over the seat and sat beside me, he
slapped my face and said," Unzip my jeans, faggot.  I got a prize for ya!"

     I got a little teary-eyed from the slap, but quickly recovered.  I
wanted Trevor's 'prize!'  He was so fuckin' hot and his dick was
practically ripping out the crotch of his pants.


     I unzipped his pants and started lapping up his cockhead.  He slammed
me again saying, "Pull my jeans down, cocksucker.  I want ya to lick my
balls!"

     I licked and sucked on Trevor's nuts and peter. He shot a load in my
mouth.  I cleaned the cum off his dick and balls just as we pulled into the
stadium parking lot.

TO BE CONTINUED