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Subject: Detention 3 Disclaimer: If you don't get it at this point, I have no words. If you're enjoying this story, please let me know. Feel free to keep me updated on each part so I know what people think as it goes. I love these interactions so don't be shy. You can reach me ail or coloradotex on Wickr. Donate to the archive, please: fty. Your cock will thank you. Detention (m/b handjob) by Tex Colorado Wednesday That night I was a jumble of emotions. Turned on? Absolutely! I had definitely witnessed a child parading their erection around for my benefit. In addition, the same boy had either leaked enough precum to wet a spot in his sweats or, even more likely, in his rush to get back to detention before I came looking for him, failed to milk the last of his young teen load out of his cock ahead of stuffing it back into his pants. At the same time, what was his plan? He knew that I was looking, was he going to use it against me? That was the fear that had me looking around for police cars as I walked into the school building on Wednesday morning. Yes, I had imagined sucking on the outside of those thick sweats, trying to extract his baby semen, his still hard cock providing the leverage to push it inside my mouth. In my fantasy, he let me wet the pants around the whole outline of his dick before finally hooking the waist under his nutsack and feeding me his boycock and, in due course, his second ejaculation. Imagining his young cum exploding into my mouth was the last straw and I blasted mine own cum all over my body. Let's just say that I was conflicted. No one approached me with handcuffs during first period and no messages to report to the principal's office, so I began to breathe a little easier. During passing before second period the basic math teacher (they didn't sugarcoat things in those days, they may as well have called the class "losers") stuck his head in the door as he was kept at bay by my students rushing out of the classroom. "Hey, Jim," he called, "what do you have to say for yourself about Ethan?" I'm sure that I turned ghost white, since the only things on my mind for the last twelve hours had been Ethan's cock and my potential incarceration. That someone could be talking about anything else never registered. "What's that?" I asked nervously. "He says that you're responsible for his newfound grasp of math," he told me, "I've been working with that kid all year and he's been my worst student," he explained as he was finally able to enter the room, "you're like a miracle worker." Trying not to bend over and take heaving breaths of relief, I stuttered, "W-well, I just had the opportunity and had him trapped," I deflected. "That's great, he's doing better, huh?" I asked, proud that I may have helped. "He set the curve on the test yesterday. That's a lot better than worst-in-class," he laughed, "I just wanted to let you know and say thank you," he explained and was gone as quickly as he came, the next class already filing in. The rest of the day I was walking on air. Ethan had done well thanks to me, while giving me a thrill at the same time. I even saw him during lunch and he ran up to me and looked like he was about to run into my arms, but stopped himself and held up a hand for a high-five instead, "I got an A!" he spat out excitedly, "I've never gotten an A in anything!" I was beaming, who was this kid? It was just forty-eight hours ago that I'd caught him smoking in the library. Was a transformation like that possible? "You should be really proud of yourself," I told him, "I'm proud of you," then added, "I'll still see you after school though," shooting him a look to remind him that he was still in trouble. Clearing the air made the anticipation of detention unbearable. The classes drug on despite my best efforts and I almost sprinted to the detention room after the bell. Two students, Dennis, who'd been there all week and another boy that I didn't know arrived first. I assigned them seats all of the way in the front without thinking of my reasoning. When Ethan walked in he looked like he didn't know where to go. "Still back here until you learn to behave," I called to him. I'd swear that I saw a brief look of contentment, then a glance toward the others and a loud, exasperated complaint as he stomped back to join me for his supposed punishment. There was little pretending from that point, the others weren't paying attention to us and Ethan pulled his homework out right away. He was back to math and assumed that we would be going through it together. His worksheet was partially finished, but he was stuck and we were soon going over new tactics to solve the problems. Just like Monday, Ethan pulled himself closer and closer. The seat that he was in was a different style than mine, so it sat a little lower. At one point he slid his foot forward and it slipped inside of my lower leg. This pushed his thigh against mine and his shin was pressed into my calf. The contact made it hard to concentrate on our work, but as he finished up and he had shown that he understand the assignment, I realized that he had ardahan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ardahan-escort) gotten quiet and seemed to be very squirmy in his seat. By this point, his shoulder was pressed to me and his leg continued to caress my own, but he couldn't seem to sit still. Finally, I looked at the two others at the front of the classroom, realized that they weren't paying us any attention, so I felt comfortable leaning away for a moment and looking over at Ethan. When I moved my upper body away, he twisted slightly, his leg still entangled with mine but his upper body slouched in the chair and turned at an angle to me. Today he was wearing tight, stiff Levi's, so any bulge wasn't obvious, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his hand along the ridge of his zipper, sighing as he began to outline the shape of his youthful penis. His eyes showed the pleasure that he was feeling, heavily lidded but still occasionally fixing on my own. Apparently we were done being subtle. Ethan's stroking was getting a bit more vigorous when he stopped, grabbed the top of the fly and stared at me with a mischievous look. Guessing what was coming, I made no move to stop him, but rechecked the other students. One was studying, the other may have been asleep. Today, that was fine with me. I quickly turned my head back around and found Ethan waiting for me, holding the two flaps of fabric on either side of the snap, pulling them apart as soon as I was watching. The noise of the metallic snap was quiet enough not to travel too far forward, so he continued with the task. The young boy grabbed the exposed zipper tab and began to slide it down, the soft click of each tooth separating as he went. Without thinking, I reached down and put my hand on top of the thigh that was closest to me. Looking at my hand, he actually sighed, his face showing only satisfaction at my touch. I took this as permission to stroke his upper legs, squeezing his lithe muscles through the unforgiving fabric. When he reached the bottom of the zipper, he parted the two halves and exposed his dingy white Hanes briefs. A tinge of yellow was obvious, but so was a wet patch at the top of the ridge that represented his erection. Ethan rubbed his cock through the exposed cotton fabric of his briefs while I continued to caress his thigh. When he delicately took hold of the elastic waist and began to lift it from his flat, bare abdomen I started to breath heavily, knowing that I was about to see this heavenly bit of my new favorite seventh grader. Then he stopped. Letting go of his underwear and sitting up slightly, he looked around the room. Satisfied that we were unwatched, he shifted his stance, moving his legs away from me and his upper body toward me. When he slouched down, this put my arm near his chest. Reaching for my hand, he guided me down his body, with his other hand he again lifted the waist of his undies. From this angle, I was looking down his body and straight into his briefs, but it was too shaded for me to see anything. But I almost fainted when he turned his head to me and whispered, "Please." It was that simple. His voice was huskier than normal, lust getting the better of him as he pointed me inside of his Hanes. "Please, will you touch me?" he asked even quieter. Initially pulling my hand, he stopped when I had my palm flat on his belly. The rest of the journey was up to me and I didn't bother worrying about the consequences. Continuing the trip over his exposed lower abdomen, I entered the hidden, secret place inside the boy's pants. The first thing that I felt was wet. The sticky precum had been smeared across his skin and clung to my fingers, making my dick jumped in my slacks when I imagined tasting his nectar. When I closed the final distance and my fingertip touch the smooth wet head of Ethan's adolescent prick, he gasped at the touch. Sucking in his breath, he held it, then exhaled with a sigh as I continued on, slipping my fingers along the entire surface of the boy's cock, not stopping until I was pushing his underwear away and digging into his pants to feel his soft balls, the child's sweet cock cradled in the palm of my hand. At first, the plunge having been taken, I froze. After his shivers from someone else touching him this way for the first time, Ethan was also motionless, wide-eyed as he stared at my wrist, my hand hidden inside his underwear. It was me that made a move, rolling the small boydick around under my palm, squeezing his sack a bit at the same time. He was smaller than I expected and there was definitely not a single hair on his scrotum. "Oh, Mr. Floyd," he whispered, almost inaudibly, "rub," Ethan begged, nothing more. Slowly I moved my hand back up, my fingers caressing the sides of his cock, feeling his shape and how incredibly hard he was. I felt how long he was, less than four inches, and the wetness of his glans just before I wrapped it in my hand from the top, trying to stroke him inside his tight underwear, but having a touch time. "Why don't you go to the bathroom," I said quietly, reluctantly slipping my hand free. There was a sheen artvin escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/artvin-escort) of clear fluid on my hand and I couldn't resist bringing it to my tongue, tasting him for the first time. It was so sweet. It had been years since I'd relished that delicious treat. Lost for a moment, I was licking my fingers with my eyes mostly closed until I regained my senses, turning toward Ethan to find him staring at me in shock. "Yummy," I whispered and smacked my lips. "Go," I said quietly. When he didn't move I told him, "I'll be right behind you." Ethan got an excited grin and himself up. His long rugby shirt covered his open pants, when he stood up. The movement caught the attention of one of the other students, but he seemed to be unconcerned about what he saw and returned his attention to his own desk. When I looked at Ethan as he headed to the door, I was certain that I was the only person on the planet that would notice a bit of looseness in his jeans caused by the open fly. Luckily, kids still wore tight pants in those days, tight enough that I got a nice view of his jeans riding up into the crack of his pert butt as he headed out the door, giving me one last nervous glance before he disappeared. I waited a few seconds. Getting him moved out of the classroom had distracted me enough that my own hard cock had deflated to a point that it could be hidden as I walked, but if I waited much longer, the anticipation was going to make it reverse course. "I need to run to the bathroom," I announced as I pushed my chair back, "Mrs. Walker will hear you if you misbehave." This had a chilling effect, all of the kids feared the prickly woman who ran the sparsely attended math club across the hall. After closing the door to the detention room, I found the hall deserted and quiet. Walking to the boys room, I didn't see or hear anyone, but still looked both ways when I got to the door. The coast clear, I quickly ducked inside. The room was typical. Just inside the door you were facing the side of a row of four stalls. To the right, across from the stalls, was a row of sinks] with mirrors above. Much to many a pooping student's embarrassment, the mirrors reflected into the doorless stalls, making the lack of privacy even worse. This let me see into each stall as I passed, looking for Ethan in every one as I passed and wondering if he had gone somewhere else. It was the last stall where I started to see a reflection of color, the striped sleeve of the boy's shirt led to the revelation of the whole boy. Walking to the stall and facing him, his brash attitude was replaced with a look of trepidation. He hadn't made any move to change his situation, I could see the flaps of his fly poking the shirt from underneath, but otherwise he was fully clothed and waiting for me. "We don't have to do this if you don't want," I told him, realizing that I may have moved too fast and now scared the boy. "Are you going to hurt me?" he asked. "Oh my god, never!" I blurted. He seemed to relax a bit, "What are you going to do?" "I thought that you'd want me to do what we were doing in the classroom, but we don't have to if you don't want," I told him, feeling like the moment may have passed, at the same time trying to downplay my excitement. Unfortunately, I hid it too well. "Ok," he answered, seeming to put the nail in the coffin. "Ok," I told him with a friendly smile, "it's ok, I just want you to be happy." "So, you don't want to do it?' he asked. "No!" I spit out, "I completely want it. I thought that you didn't." He smiled knowingly, the cocky kid returning. He reached under his shirt and made an obvious move to pull his underwear below his balls, then grabbed the center of his shirt and slowly began to lift. The way that his briefs was pushing up on his scrotum made the base of his cock come quickly into view. I had guessed correctly on the size, he was growing, but had a long ways to go. The slow reveal continued, the cock so incredibly stiff, I'd forgotten how stiff young boys got, that it was pointing straight up all on its own, marble smooth and unyielding. Finally, the crown came into view. Cut, like everyone in those days, pink and spongy with a gleaming drop of dew at the tip. His flat belly was behind and I could see a small patch of new pubes at the base of his cock, only above it, none around or on his balls at all. It was the most beautiful thing that I'd seen in years. "Oh my god, it's so nice," I told him. Ethan's proud smile lit up the dingy bathroom and he said, "Will you still do it? What you were doing in the classroom?" I just returned his smile and nodded slightly, stepping forward and reaching for his boycock. Even though I had held him moments before, this was the first time that I was seeing and touching him at the same time and it made me pause. Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge and wrapped my fingertips around his slim cock. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, so grown-up it surprised me. "Feels nice?" I asked as I started to stroke him. "So good," he whispered. Continuing to slowly stroke him, two things occurred to me. The first ataköy escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/istanbul-escort/anadolu-yakasi-escort/atakoy-escort) was that I needed to move things along. The second was that there was something missing that had been there in the classroom. It took me a minute of jerking him before I figured it out. In the classroom there was a connection, Ethan cozying up to me in appreciation of my attention. The sexual response grew from there. Not that standing there rubbing a child's boner wasn't amazing, but it was just sex. I'm sure that he might of thought that it was fine that way, but I felt like we could do it better. "Let's do this," I told him and released his dick. He had been standing inside of the stall this whole time with me outside reaching in. Now I moved passed him and stepped farther into the stall. When I was passed, he started to turn around, "No, stay like this," I said and gently moved him back to where we were both facing outside, me behind him. When I wrapped my left arm around his body and slid my hand up under his shirt, he sighed and sunk back into me. My other hand slipped down and re-took his perfect erection. I was half holding him to me and half stroking his smooth upper body while I tossed him off. That's when caught our reflection. Ethan was the picture of contented bliss. His eyes were closed, his head slightly back and leaned to the side. He wa resting on my chest so that I was able to look over his hair to his ear and then the edge of his jawline. I'd already done a fair share of appreciating, but I was really struck with his beauty, or at least his incredible sexiness. When I stroked faster he groaned. It had been too long since I'd heard a boy really make that sweet sound. It was the most innocent and pure noise imaginable. This discovery of what his body could bring him, how it could bring him closer to someone else; that was the innocence. Chastity is the ignorance. When I drifted down and caressed the soft skin of his lower belly, I noticed the tickle of the whispy hair there, the muscles of his abs appearing and disappearing as he gasped and twitched under my touch; it was magical. When I looked back at our reflection, we looked great together. My fingers on his stiff, adolescent cock, my hand now pushing up his shirt, tweaking a nipple and the look on the boy's face; satisfaction, lust, desire, pleasure. We fit so well together, his head under my chin, his body against mine. It was so perfect that when I looked down at him, I couldn't stop myself from leaning down, meeting the hair on the side of his head and pressing my lips there, his scent filing my nostrils, the smell of pubescent boy; sweet and pungent all at once. To me it was the perfect aphrodisiac. So close together now, I leaned a little farther and pressed my lips lightly to his cheek, held them there, tasting his skin, salt and soap. Like the first touch on his cock when we were in the classroom, Ethan gasped, his hand reaching for my head and holding me against him. "Yes," he gasped as I began to give him a series of pecks along his cheek, "I'm gonna shoot," he whispered and I could feel him swell in my hand. My lips fell to his ear and I sucked on his dangling earlobe. "Oh!" he cried, "oh...oh yeah, that," he pleaded and I felt him start to shake. His body stiffened, his cock flexed and he was there. "Uh," he grunted and the surge ran through him and his cock lurched, spitting a strong spurt of thin semen out and onto the tile floor in front of us, "Oh...uh...uh..." he moaned softly through two more shots followed by several more dry contractions, each one forcing his body to shake like an electric shock. Feeling that young cock come alive in my hands was an incredible experience to share with him. I held Ethan tight to me as the last spasms coursed through his young body, going limp in my arms, his breathing heavy as he recovered from the intense climax. I could see the contented look on his face when I looked at our reflection, his eyes fluttering back open and a slight look of shock. Far too familiar with the, "what did I do," feeling after a youthful orgasm, I pressed him to me and said, "That was beautiful." Ethan smiled at me in the mirror. I handed him a piece of toilet paper to wipe off the tip of his cock, which he had just tucked into his underwear when the bell rang, making us jump. "Shit!" I said without thinking. Ethan scrambled to get his pants zipped up and automatically started to head to the door. Looking down, i stopped for a second and wondered if I should wipe up the splatter of cum in front of me and in that moment I heard the bathroom door fly open with a thud and I froze. "Hey," I heard a boy's voice say. "H-hey," Ethan responded. "Where's Floyd?" "He's takin' a shit," Ethan declared, then whispered, "diarrhea." "Can we go Mr. Floyd?" the student asked. "Yes, you're dismissed, thank you for being so honest," I called. I waited a moment and finally called out, "Hey Ethan?" "Yeah?" "Watch your language, young man." I hear a laugh and the door open, "See you tomorrow, teach," and it slams shut. Sitting down on the toilet, I took a deep breath. I had let things get carried away and I shouldn't do that again. "But man, was it ever worth it," I thought, then took some toilet paper to mop up the leaky mess inside of my own pants. You can bet I went off like a rocket that night. To be continued...