The thing is, while I hate Chris Green, I think he's the sexiest thing walking around my high school. I have him in four of my six classes, and for some reason or another, we always end up sitting next to each other, or around each other. Chris Green gets on my nerves because him and the little clique of football dudes he hangs with always got shit to say about me. They say mess like "Brandon likes to suck dick under the bleachers, and I likes to fucked in the ass", or some stupid shit like that. I mean, yeah I like dudes, yeah I like to suck dick (not under the bleachers--unless it was somebody really sexy) and while it's true that I do sometimes like getting fucked in the ass, I'm tired of them--and Chris Green in particular--saying stuffabout me.
Chris Green is one of the best looking dudes in my school, and he knows it. We're about the same height, like 6'3, and we both have black hair, but that was where our similarities ended. Chris' body is so much more developed than mine. I'm slender, not really skinny. My best features are my bubble ass and my abs. Even when we were freshmen, three years ago, he had the stunning body of an athlete that spent his whole time working out. The most I had even seen of his body, was one day when I went up to the football field, after school, to jog around the track. Chris was dressed in a short pair of running shorts, and a sleeveless tank top that clung very closely to his muscular body, accentuating every muscle and sharp line he had. He was a beautiful runner, and the way his body moved
so effortlessly and gracefully, gave me many boners. There would be times, in my bedroom, that I would jack off to the thought of licking his massive pecs, putting my face in his large, round, tight ass, and swallowing his eleven inch dick (well, I fantisised that it was eleven inches). But sitting in class with him annoyed me. He wasn't the smartest person and did not care. I always ahd to listen to him and his friends talking about how they wanted to fuck some of the girls in our senior class, and a couple of sophmores. I would usually try to tune them out, but they were too loud.
The last class of the day was Spanish, which was a class I had with Chris Green. He sat directly behind me, and as the teacher talked, I heard him snickering with his friends about me. The teacher called on me to translate an english sentence into spanish. I did it, and then I heard Chris say, "Yeah, I bet Brandon knows how to say, 'Fuck me in the ass, with your big dick' in Spanish too." I tried to ignore him, but he kept going. And then Chris kicked the back of my leg. "I know you heard me, stupid dick sucker."
I spun around, mad as hell, and stared Chris into his sexy face. He had the most enthralling dark eyes I had ever seen. He could hypnotize somebody with those eyes if he wanted. "Don't say another fuckin thing about me, Chris, and don't fuckin touch me. I'm not playing with you."
Chris burst out laughing.
"You think I'm jokin, but I'm serious. Don't say shit else about me," I said.The whole class was looking at us, including the teacher, who looked concerned and angry. "Chris Green and Brandon Charles, both of you be quiet before I put both of you in detention."
"I'm not sayin anything," Chris said. "It's Brandon."
"I don't care who it is," the teacher. "If I hear anything from you again, you're having detention for a week." I would be damned if I had detention for a week, over Chris Green. For a while, Chris said nothing, but then he starting laughing again. "Dumb, gay ass Brandon. Thinks he's all hard and shit."
Again I turned around and said to him, "I told you to shut the fuck up!"
Chris leaned in close to me, his eyes staring straight into mine. I could smell his cologne and the natural masculine scent of his body beneath it. "Don't you ever fuckin talk to me like that dude. I will fuck you up."
"Do it then!"
Chris stood up in his desk. "Come on," he said. "Get up." The teacher immediately took notice. 'That's it", she said. "One week detention for both of you."
I was pissed the fuck off.
Our Spanish teacher made us stay after school in the classroom that Monday for an hour and a half. Chris and I sat in the front row, seperated by two desks. Ms. Navarro, our Spanish teacher, was writing something on a piece of paper. I think she was writing a note to the principal about us. I took a quick look over at Chris, who was looking down at his desk. He had put on his baseball cap backwards, looking like a real jock, and though I was furious with him, a good part of me wanted to go over and kiss him. Chris looked at me and scowled. I turned away. Ms. Navarro stood and told us, "I'll be gone for about twenty minutes. If I come back and you two aren't here, or if you two start acting up again, I'm going to have both of you suspended." She walked to the door and left, leaving Chris and I alone in the room. We were silent for only a little while, when, as I predicted, Chris started to talk shit.
"I should go over there and beat your ass," Chris said. "Fuckin faggot."
"You keep talkin, Chris, but you're not doin nothing."
"Cause if I do, I'm gonna get in hella trouble. Better be lucky."
"Lucky my ass."
Chris slouched in his desk, putting his hands behind his head. I saw his large triceps bulge and I felt my dick start to thicken. "Don't look at me," Chris said, staring at the chalkboard. My heart bounced.
"I wasn't looking at you."
"I could see you from the corner of my eye, dumbass."
"You're the dumb ass, Chris. Why are you such an asshole?"
Chris looked at me with his typical arrogant look. "Cause that's what you like, Brandon. You like it when I say shit bout you."
I was speechless, because he was partly true. Even though he got on my nerves a lot, sometimes, him insulting me made me hot for him.
"I know you like me," Chris said confidently, still not looking at me.
"No. I do not like you at all."
"Yeah, you do." Chris crossed his large arms over his muscular chest. This time he did look at me, and that gorgeous, arrogant face of his was illuminated by a coy smile. "I heard you gave Larry Duncan, from my football team, a blowjob a couple of weeks ago, in the auditorium. I heard you let `im cum in your mouth. You're a fuckin ho for that one."
"Who told you about that?" I asked, surprised.
Chris laughed. "Don't worry bout it. So it is true."
I didn't say anything. And then Chris said, "You try to act like you don't like me, but you're probably thinkin about suckin my dick right now."
Yeah, actually I was. "Don't flatter yourself dude," I said.
Chris stood and sat in the empty desk right next to mine. He leaned in close to me, and my dick got fully hard. "I gotta big ass dick in my pants that you just wanna suck the fuck out of." I tried to ignore him but could not. There was a large bulge in my tight jeans. "You would probably choke on my dick, and like drink my cum like it was water or somethin."
"Stop talkin to me, Chris." I squeezed my legs together tight to try to lower my erection. Good thing I had the desktop to cover my crotch area. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and the head of my dick throbbed painfully. I took a sneak glance at Chris and watched him reach into his jeans and stroke his dick. I no longer tried to ignore him, I watched him slowly massage his dick, while he looked at me with an intense look in his eyes. Slowly, I reached under my desk and unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick. Chris looked down at my dick and licked his full lips. He extended his arm, reached under my desk, and began to feel my dick. He gripped my dick tightly, squeezing it hard. I closed my eyes and groaned. He jerked my shaft up and down hard and fast. I leaned all the way back in my seat.
"You're bigger than I thought you would be," Chris said. I felt audacious, and reached over and tried to grab his dick. Chris stopped me before I could touch it. "I didn't say you could fuckin touch it, you dumbass faggot."
"You touched mine. Let me touch yours." I reached under his desk again and tried to touch Chris' dick again. Once again, he blocked my hand.
"I told you, Brandon. You try and touch me again and I'll beat your ass."
I ignored him and reached for his dick again. Chris stood up suddenly, with his jeans sagging. I saw his large, thick dick(and thank God it was eleven inches). He picked me up by the waist and dropped me on the floor. I fell on my back hard and Chris landed on top of me, with his big hard dick poking against the front of my jeans. He pinned my arms behind my head, keeping me down easily. I struggled, but it was not use. I yielded to him. Chris bent down close to my face, so close that his hot breath blew against my chin like desert air. He bit my bottom lip hard and a wave of ecstacy washed over me. Chris tilted my head back and nibbled hard on the side of my neck. I started to struggle again, and somehow, I managed to roll him over and be on top of him. Chris had a firm grip on my wrists and he squeezed them real tight. My dick was super hard and inches away from his face.
"Suck my dick," I told him. Chris growled like a tiger, released my wrists, and grabbed onto my dick. It was like he was trying to rip my dick off my body, but it felt good. "Let go, you fuckin asshole," I said. I grabbed his big dick and tried to bend it. It was too hard to even move. Chris moaned, and then his eyes went wild with fury. He grabbed me roughly by the waist, pushed me backward on the ground and pinned me down, even harder than the first time. "Don't fuckin touch
my dick," he said.
"I thought you wanted me to suck it," I said, breathing hard. Chris grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced my mouth onto the large head of his dick. It slid between my lips and I immediately went to work on his big dick.I grazed the head with my teeth, and bit down, not too hard, but hard enough for Chris to groan.
"Don't bite my dick, you fuckin slut," he said. That made me bite down harder and Chris groaned even harder. He released my neck, my head droppe down to the floor.I reached up and pulled Chris' pants down all the way below his knees. I squeezed his super muscular and hard hamstrings, and moved my hands up to his even harder and round ass.
Chris snatched my hands away from his ass. "Don't touch me ass, prick."
"I'll do what I fuckin want to." I grabbed his tight ass again and squeezed as hard as I can. I quickly jabbed my finger into his moist, hairy asscrack before Chris could stop me. It took a few seconds to find his asshole, and when I did, I circled around it with my index finger. I could tell that Chris was enjoying it even though he was trying not to. "Take your finger..." Chris moaned, but he didn't finish his sentence. I squeezed his large ball sack and massaged his balls between my fingers.
Chris closed his eyes softly and opened his mouth. I lifted my head and started to lick his six pack. Chris opened his eyes, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and ripped it open. He looked down at my naked chest, he looked surprised and pleased.
"I didn't know you had some muscle to your ass," Chris said. He brought his face down to my chest and went straight to my nipples with his mouth. His bit down hard on my left nipple. I tried to tell him not to bite down so hard with his teeth, but I was moaning too much to say anything. Chris roughly took off my pants, so that I was lying completely naked on the ground, with his beautiful body on top of me. I loved how un-romantic he was. Chris lifted one of my legs, propped it on his shoulder, and began to lick and bite my calf and inner thigh.
"Tell me you like it," Chris said.
"No," I said.
Chris yanked my leg all the way up, pushing it forward, over my head, and my hamstrings began to hurt. I showed no pain on my face. With my other leg, managed to kick Chris in the stomach, pushing him off me. As soon as he hit the ground, I pounced on top of him, grabbed his shirt, and yanked it over his head. Chris's dick poked at my stomach, and he tried to struggle, but somehow I was able to hold him down. Chris reached up with both hands and grabbed my nipples with his thumb and index fingers. He pinched them until I screamed out. Chris laughed. I ripped his hands of my nipples, and placed them on my ass. Chris squeezed each sphere roughly, and it was the best feeling. "You gotta nice ass," Chris said. I was surprised and even more turned on, because that was the first genuine compliment Chris ever gave me. "I'm gonna put my big dick in it," Chris said. "I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out."
I was sweating heavily now, and so was Chris. His body glistened and looked beyond perfect. With my tongue, I traveled down the length of his salty-tasting body until I reached his groin. Chris forced my head onto his dick again. I could barely get a quarter of his fat dick into my mouth without gagging. I tried to lift my head but Chris wouldn't let me. "Keep suckin it," he said. "Told you, I was gonna make you choke on it." Chris fucked my mouth hard, shoving his dick deeper and deeper down my throat. I relaxed my body, and it made it easier for his dick to go further into my mouth. Chris moved his hips around in circles as he fucked my mouth. He pushed harder against the back of my head, and now his whole eleven inch dick was in my mouth. I didn't know how that was possible, but it was. He shoved it in and out of my mouth, and I gasped for air, but at the same time, I wanted his dick in my mouth. Some of his precum hit the back of my throat, and it felt thick and slimy as it went down. Chris removed his dick from my mouth and started to rub his hot cock around my face. it felt hot and hard as he slapped it against my cheeks, nose, and forehead. "That was good," Chris said.
"Now do me," I told him firmly.
"You must be stupid if you think I'm gonna suck your dick," Chris said.
"Do it, or I'll tell everybody that you let me suck you off."
"You were gonna tell them anyway," Chris said. But, amazingly, he obliged. Chris pushed both of my legs over my head. I saw him dive down to the base of my ass, and stick his tongue out. I felt many tingling sensations throughout my whole body as Chris licked the top of my asscrack, down the middle, spending sometime to lick my asshole, and then down to the bottom of my asscrack, licking in a straight line up my nutsack, up to the base of my dick, to the middle, and when he reached the head, he made me scream out as his whole mouth enveloped my dick. He stared me straight in the eyes as his mouth took in my full eight inch dick. The inside of Chris' mouth felt so soft, silky, wet, and warm. Chris continued to look deep into my eyes as his head went up and down my shaft. He no longer looked infuriated or arrogant, but horny and intrigued by me. Finally, about two minutes later, Chris lifted his head and put his hand around his hard stick. "I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you now."
My heart started to race. "Just do it slow, I've never had a dick that big before."
"Fuck that shit," Chris said, "I don't go slow when I fuck." Chris licked his fingers, and rubbed his spit over my asshole. I closed my eyes as I felt the head of his big dick press up against my butthole. And then Chris shoved his whole dick into my ass, hard and deep. I've never screamed so hard in my life. "Shut the fuck up and take it," Chris said. "You know you like it."
My mouth was extra wide open. His hot dick climbed further and further up my body, and the pain and pleasure was so intense that I couldn't breathe. "Oh, goddamn, this ass is nice and tight. Fuck, Brandon. If I knew you had a ass this tight, I would've been fucked you long time ago." I hooked my legs over Chris' shoulders, and he jammed his pole inside me, over and over again. Sweat dropped off his forehead and fell onto my stomach. He fucked me so hard and fast that I was about to cry. I grit my teeth, and bit down on my tongue as Chris tore my ass apart from the inside out with that big ass
dick of his. "Oh, shit I love this shit," Chris groaned. He tossed his head back and gave me a super thrust, and I felt the largest wave of ecstacy flow from the tips of my toes, up my legs and chest, and vibrate in my head. When he took his dick out of my ass, I rolled over on my stomach. Chris landed hard on top of my back, and I groaned again. Chris licked
my back and again, his dick entered my ass, even harder than the first time. My whole body rumbled, as though I had experienced an earthquake inside of me, an earthquake that gave me wonderfully feeling tremors. I relaxed more as Chris slid his dick into me, keeping it there for several seconds, before taking it out. "I need a few seconds to breathe," I told Chris.
"You can breathe when I'm finished,slut," Chris said. He buried his dick in my ass and jerked my upper body up, so that my back was pressed up against his sweaty chest. I rested the back of head on his broad shoulders, and Chris licked the side of my face with his tongue. "Damn, I could do this everyday," Chris murmured. He reached around the front of my body, grabbed my dick, and started to jack me off, rough and fast as his dick entered and exited my asshole. I fell back to the floor, with my stomach hitting the ground. I balled my hands into fists, pounding the ground each time Chris' dick went inside of me. Chris snatched his dick out of me, rolled me over, and hopped on top of me, crushing my stomach with his hard ass. He moved his butt around in circles on my stomach, as he reached behind him, grabbing my dick and jacking me off. I ran my hands all along Chris' muscles. Chris wet his fingers with his mouth, lifted his ass from my stomach, and rubbed his wet fingers on his asshole. He spit some saliva into his palm and rubbed my dick up and down with it. When
my dick was wet enough with Chris' thick, hot spit, Chris, staring me straight into the eyes, backed his ass up, and took my dick and guided it toward his asshole. By the point I was completely astonished. I never thought that I would be able to touch Chris Green, let alone him be riding on top of me. Chris groaned deeply as he sat on top of my dick. He took it in slowly, going down, down, down, until all of my dick was in his extremely tight asshole. My dick was covered by his tight wamth and I screamed out again, and Chris screamed, even louder to me. I grabbed onto Chris' hips as Chris grinded on my dick. His eyes were squeezed tight, his whole body dripping sweat all over me, and his mouth wide open.
"Oh shit, fuck me you asshole. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me up." I gave it to him as hard as I can, and Chris reacted by groaning and moaning so loud that it wasn't possible for it not to be heard all in the hallways. "Oh, damn this is good."
Keep fuckin me you fuckin gay bitch."
I pushed Chris' hips harder onto my dick. "Take that you fuckin jerk," I told him. When I said that, Chris went wild and performed all these gyrations on my dick, which made us both moan. 'You like my dick, huh? I asked him.
"Shut the fuck up, Brandon."
I pulled on Chris' dick as he bounced up and down on my dick. I could feel Chris' body warming up, and without warning, he shot his cum all over my face and chest. His thick, warm cum hit my chin and mouth. I liked my lips and tasted his sweet and sour cum. Now it was my turn. I pushed Chris' thighs hard on my dick, and my cum splashed into his hot asshole. Chris howled, bending all the way backwards. "I can't belive you fuckin came in my ass, you fuckin slut," he screamed.
"You wanted it, bitch," I said.
The door opened and Ms. Navarro stepped inside. When she saw Chris and I on the ground, she gasped with shock.
"What is going on in here?"
Chris kissed me. It was a intoxicating, tantalizing, passionate kiss. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. Chris told Ms. Navarro, "Me and Brandon just made up."