Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 17:36:38 +0000 From: Danny Dickson 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 ********************************************** 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. ********************************************** 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." ********************************************** 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. If you like this and want to carry on reading stories like this on Nifty, please show support and donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html