Detention (Boyxboy)

chapter 4

It didn’t take long for Chris to cum in my ass. He took his big dick out of me and stuffed it back into his zipper. Billy Anderson had already put on his clothes and was heading down the bleachers. “Hey, wait up,” Chris said as Billy was heading out of the gym door. I put on my shirt, grabbed my backpack, and started to make my way down the bleachers as well. 

“Chris, I need to talk to you,” I said. He ignored me. I hurried to catch up with him, grabbing him by one of his broad shoulders to make him stop. “Chris, I said I need to talk to you.”

“What about, B?” he asked.

We both exited the gymnasium and headed out to the parking lot. The night was approaching quickly. I needed to get home before my mother came from work. Billy walked ahead of us, heading out of the gates. “Yo Billy,” Chris said, “I’ll hit you up later.”

“Alright,” Billy yelled back and disappeared around a corner. 

Chris strolled over to his big, white truck, which was parked off campus, way down the street. I followed behind him. “Will you wait one fuckin minute so that I can talk to you?” I said.

“You can talk and walk at the same time, can’t you?” Chris asked.

“Why did you tell Billy Anderson about us?”

Chris didn’t say anything. He walked a bit faster. “Stop!” I yelled. 

“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance. 

“I wanna know why you told Billy Anderson about the two of us.”

Chris walked up to me, close enough that I could smell the alluring scent of his sweaty body. “I told him you gave me head a few times, nothin’ special. He asked me if you would suck his dick and I said told him probably.”

A part of me couldn’t believe that he was saying that to me, and the other part was mad at me for not thinking that he wouldn’t say that about me. “Is that all you think I am, Chris? The little gay boy that sucks your dick?”

Giving me one of his trademark cocky grins, Chris told me, “What else would I think bout you, B?” I wanted to knock the shit outta him right there. “And what are you so mad about anyway?” he asked. “I saw you suckin Bill’s dick, eatin his ass out. You know you liked it. Neither one of us forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Don’t be mad at me cause you feel all guilty now.”
“Who said anything bout me feelin guilty? It’s about you disrespecting me.”

Chris shrugged. “Well, I don’t respect you, B. You don’t respect me. Thought that shit was already understood.” He took another step forward and grabbed my dick through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze; it started to harden. “We fuck. We don’t hug and kiss, we don’t go to the movies, we don’t call each other on the phone and say stupid shit to each other...we just fuck. You’re not my boyfriend. You never will be.”

“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” I told him, snatching his hand off my crotch. “I don’t want shit from you.”

Chris squeezed my ass. “Oh yeah. You want somethin from me.”

“You’re not as tight as you think you are,” I told him.

Again, Chris shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, B. Maybe I’m not.” He still wore that same arrogant smile. 

“And you can cut out all that passive aggressive shit,” I said.

Chris turned and walked away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about, B. See you tomorrow in detention.” I watched him, mad as fuck, as he got into his truck and drove away, leaving me lookin like a fuckin idiot, alone on the sidewalk. I angrily began to make my way toward the bus stop.