Detention (Patreon)

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"Heads down and get that worksheet finished before I get back, do you both understand me?"

"Yes sir" we mumbled in unison, both of us well aware that it was a spectacularly terrible idea to give the headmaster any more reason to punish us.

"I don't want to hear a word from either of you" the man said sternly, and walked briskly from the office.

Corey couldn't contain his laughter and sniggered violently into his hand until the headmaster's footsteps faded down the corridor.

"You idiot!" I laughed, throwing my pencil at him, "I told you he was coming!"

Corey's smile lit up the room as he relaxed into the wooden chair with his arm hanging over the back. "Do you think he noticed?" He asked.

"If he did, do you think he'd leave us here alone?" I scoffed.

Corey was eighteen, and my best friend. There was nothing magical about either of us, we were simple, regular guys who did simple, regular things. Most of the time anyway.

Corey had a thick mop of blond hair which he wore to the side, more because it just sat like that, than because of any particular style. He was a cheeky kid, but even the teachers couldn't deny that there was something about him that made people like him.

My features were much darker, and I suppose I didn't have the same charm that he did, but I didn't really care, because the one thing I did have, was him.

"Wanna finish?" He asked, leaning back to check that the corridor was clear and sliding his hand down his school shorts.

"Don't pretend you're doing it for me" I smirked, and watched as he pulled his boner from the waistband.

Living in a boarding school certainly had it's pros and cons, but living in a devoutly religious boarding school meant that if anybody got wind of what we'd recently started doing, we'd both be kicked out and likely kicked out of our houses back home, too.

Yet there was something insatiable about the appetite that I'd grown for my best friend. I think we'd always both known that there was more to our friendship than what we pretended, but it had only be recently when we began to explore that in a little more depth.

I crawled between his legs and took his cock into my mouth again. Even his taste drove me crazy. It had become my favourite past time. Sucking Corey off gave me as much pleasure as it gave him. Feeling his six inch erection slide deep into my throat and pulse pre-cum into my stomach was an intoxicating experience, and one that I was quickly becoming addicted to.

Finding time to enjoy each other was a difficult task. Sure, we had free time in the afternoon, but so did three hundred other guys, none of whom would take kindly to finding two guys sucking each other off. So we'd resorted to riskier behaviours, one which had just gotten us detention.

Sucking his dick in the rain next to the old building had been an exciting change, but both of us were unaware that the headmaster's office looked directly over where we had stood. That was until the man stormed toward us just as I verged on cumming in his mouth.

Have you ever busted a nut in your pants whilst your headmaster roared at you for being out in the rain? I have.

Thankfully, the wall had hidden Corey and so the man had accused us of smoking instead, a much easier allegation to worm our way out of.

Corey's balls rubbed against my chin as I took his entire length and gagged quietly. His hands ran through my hair, but there was a strength in his grasp which refused to allow me up. He liked doing that sometimes, and I guess I liked it too.

"Hey" he said after a few more minutes of me dribbling down his prick, and he let me up.

"Should we fuck?"

The question excited me, but worried me in equal measures. Sucking and jerking each other off had become a daily occurrence between us, but there was something almost innocent about that. As though if questioned, we could simply give the excuse of experimenting teens. But fucking? That was serious. Once that happened, neither of us could go back.

"When?" I asked, letting his rigid cock rest against my cheek.

"Now"

My eyes widened. Did he not realise that we were sitting in the headmaster's office? I sniggered, and took his helmet into my mouth again.

"I'm serious" he said, lifting my chin, "you know he'll be in the staff room for an hour at least".

"Corey!" I half gasped, "we're out of here if we get caught".

"Well then we won't get caught" he shrugged, and that was one of the things I loved about him.

Corey was the most carefree person I had ever known. Nothing was ever an issue for him, which made it extremely easy to confess my desires to him, desires which thankfully, were reciprocated.

"I don't know" I said, eager to taste him again, "maybe when we have a bit more privacy".

"Fuck privacy" he smirked, "now pull down your pants and bend over that desk, young man".

He tried to sound like the headmaster, but he succeeded only in sounding like an old pervert.

"Is that supposed to be sexy?" I asked, and Corey shrugged again and stood up.

His dick was beautiful. It curved slightly when hard, and stuck up from his body, pointing to the sky. His balls were loose and low, swaying as he waddled toward the large desk where the headmaster usually sat.

"Come on" he said, patting the dark wood, "let me fuck you".

If anybody else in the world had suggested such a thing, I would have laughed, but Corey could have asked me to do almost anything, and I'm pretty sure I would have obeyed him.

"If we get caught!" I growled, but I leaned over the desk and shimmied my grey shorts down my legs.

"Why do you pull your socks up so far?" He asked, mindlessly stroking his boner, "it looks gay".

"I am gay"

Corey seemed impatient, and yanked down the back of my tighty-whities to reveal my ass.

"Fag" he teased, and my hole instantly clenched around his fingertip.

"What the fuck!" I hissed, but he was already digging further inside me, and my cock swelled against the desk.

"I can't just stick it in" he told me, "haven't you ever seen porn?"

I winced as it pushed further.

"Well spit on it or something!" I gasped, "or use this".

I spotted the man's hand cream next to his folder and shoved it back at Corey.

"This stuff smells like my grandma" he grimaced, fingering a chunk of the cream up and lathering it across my smooth ring.

I couldn't deny that it felt good, and when Corey jammed his finger back inside me, I was able to appreciate the feeling much more.

"Don't sneeze" he said, sliding another finger into me and spreading them apart as I gasped.

"What?!"

"Didn't you hear about that chick who sneezed and broke the guys fingers?"

I shook my head as Corey continued to finger my hole.

"What are you doing now?" I asked him, feeling his thumbs pulling my pink ring apart.

"Ugh!" He spat after something warm and wet slipped inside it and made me moan. "It tastes like my grandma!"

I laughed out, and a moment, so did he, until he stood back up and rubbed his cock head across my butthole.

"Ready?" He asked, holding my waist with one hand and the base of his cock with the other.

I nodded, and felt the slippery flesh push against me.

It was bigger than his fingers, that was for sure. I sucked air, clenching my teeth as my body made way for my best friend, and then he was in and a fiery ache burned through me.

"That fucking hurts" I groaned, clenching on his dick.

"You know what hurts more?" He asked, but before I could answer he jammed a few inches deeper.

"OUCH!" I yelped, and we both froze for a moment, praying that I hadn't alerted anyone.

"Here" Corey sniggered, "this should shut you up".

I knew he was naked from the waist down now, because his briefs were lodged in my mouth. I could taste him from them, the pre-cum that he'd been leaking before we started began to spill onto my hungry tongue.

He slid deeper into me, and I was thankful for the hand cream now that he was thrusting slowly.

"This is better than I expected" he mumbled, pressing down on my lower back as he found his rhythm.

"Is it?" I mumbled into his underwear sarcastically, but the pain had started to ease, and now he was sliding across a spot that felt really good.

Corey's pace quickened and I moaned into the fabric as my cock drooled pre-cum onto the headmaster's desk. I don't know how he was doing it, but if he continued like this, I'd bust my nut again.

"You came in your pants" he laughed, looking down at the mess as he fucked me hard. I nodded.

"Damn, I knew I was hot, but I didn't know I was that hot" he joked.

It felt like heaven after a few minutes, but Corey was breathless behind me. Each stroke of his perfectly curved cock sent shivers of pleasure through my groin, and his balls were now bouncing loudly off my ass.

"I'm gonna nut in you, is that alright?" He asked, sweating onto me. I nodded again.

Corey repositioned himself for the final leg of the race. We were both tired already, but suddenly he kicked into full throttle and slammed his cock in and out of me with rapid speed.

Noises began pouring from me, made louder by the constant thrusts, and Corey gasped and groaned like a feral animal.

"Oh shit yeah" he grunted, and his strokes became more deliberate as his cock began to shoot ropes of hot cum into my bowels.

"Keep going!" I whimpered, painfully close to having some sort of butt orgasm.

He did his best to keep the pace, and with just a few more wet, squelching thrusts, a ferocious pleasure ripped through my body and everything went blank for a moment.

"Here!" Corey laughed manically as my body tensed up and my stiff cock began to dance on it's own, "do it into this!"

I couldn't even tell what he was doing. All I knew was that it felt like volcano had erupted in my cock, and surges of thick sperm were exploding from it. I moaned violently, knocking shit off the man's desk as my asshole squeezed Corey's cum back inside, and my skin tingled from top to bottom.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked when I'd finally gone limp, but I had no answer for him.

"No fucking clue" I gasped breathlessly, pulling my pants back up and looking around for the mess I'd made.

Corey grinned at me and lifted up the headmaster's flask, tightening the lid on it and winking.

"Maybe he'll like it" he shrugged, and took his underwear from the desk where I'd spat them out in the height of passion.

When we were both dressed once more, the strict man returned and grabbed my worksheet.

"Forty minutes and this is what you hand me?" He barked, slamming it back down, "the both of you can return here every evening for the rest of the week, maybe then you'll learn your lesson!"

I glanced side-eyed at Corey who was once again doing his best not to laugh, and the two of us watched as the man returned to his desk and poured his flask into a cup.

He swallowed the contents happily, and even nodded his approval at the taste, and Corey's fit of laughter very quickly earned us another week of detention.