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Subject: Detention 2 Disclaimer: This is the greatest story yet written. It will be passed down from generation to generation and used as a basis for a future religion. Ok, you passed the test, you can read, now make an adult decision on whether you can read the rest of this story because it involves minors and sex. I received quite a few nice messages about part 1. It was really nice to hear from you, please continue to reach out, I always ail and coloradotex on Wickr. As always, please consider a donation to the archive: donate.. This is a very short chapter that again has only hints of sex. It is building to more explicit activities, I promise. Thanks for sticking with it. If you like my stories, you can find the others fty//authors.htmltexcolorado See you tomorrow, Tex Detention (m/b mast.) by Tex Colorado Tuesday Unexpectedly, the newly cuddly boy from Monday was on my mind most of the next day. The fact that his hard cock may very well have been in response to our closeness and body contact, at least that's what I liked to imagine, kept him at the forefront of my mind. He took precedence over the actual boys sitting in front of me in my classes all day. While these intelligent boys were some of my favorite imaginary playmates, they were typically a little nerdy and the rugged and attractive Ethan left them in the dust. I guess that even boylovers fall for the bad boys. I had high expectations of being greeted with open arms by the cute boy, but I was sorely disappointed. He ignored me when he walked in, not in a shy way, in a deflating way that said that my presence hadn't even registered with him. While I had spent the night dreaming about him, I had obviously faded from his consciousness as soon as he departed the detention classroom the day before. Maybe even sooner. Trying not to stare at him too obviously, I noticed Ethan head to a desk near a few other boys. I had hopes that the seeming ardahan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ardahan-escort) transformation from Monday would hold, but it took about five minutes for the old Ethan to return. "Back here," I ordered, pulling the chair out once again after he had lightly pushed the lone female in detention into her desk. "Hands to yourself," I reminded him as he sat down, "and we never push girls, this isn't kindergarten, you're a seventh grader," I scolded, "I shouldn't have to remind you of that." "Yeah, right," he mumbled without care. Then sat sulkily by my side. I wasn't very old at the time, still in my twenties, and had never had experience with a boy as an adult, but I'd had lots of experience with boys and men when I was a kid myself. One thing that I knew to be true, nothing is ever set in stone with them. I'd seen kids who would lay down, pull their knees to their chest hold their cheeks open to let some man slide his massive cock into their tight little holes, moaning happily the whole time, only to turn around the next day and act like a virginal princess, the thought of showing their naked goods seemingly inconceivable. Boys are more fickle than any woman and require almost as much coddling to keep them happy. That's why Ethan's reversion to nasty behavior didn't surprise me. But I was pleased that, once he settled in, he got some papers out and began to start his homework. Looking around at the new crop, ten kids today, I noticed that several were watching Ethan. Now I was beginning to understand his behavior. Word of him tormenting me the day before must have spread and these other kids were looking to him to be a disrupter. He was saving face. I wondered if getting in trouble for pushing the girl had been enough and we could take it easy the rest of the detention. 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Trying hard not to look but somewhat amused by the thirteen year old's inability to control himself, he got my attention again when I heard a soft sigh. Turning my head before I could stop myself, I found the boy leaning back now and his hand down his pants! I jerked my head back forward and looked around the classroom, no one was looking our way so I was about to turn back when I heard him whisper, "Mr Floyd, I need to use the bathroom," while simultaneously the sound of his chair being pushed back screeched. Turning right, I found him standing already, my head right at chest height of the trim boy. His sweatpants, what appeared to be the same pair from the day before, were in the same condition. That is, poking out in front. I was so close to his hard little cock that I couldn't think for a second, staring in shock at the desirable morsel that was only a couple layers of cotton away from my face. "Please...I really gotta go!" he begged, still quietly so that no one looked but enough to snap me out of it. "Back in five ataköy escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/istanbul-escort/anadolu-yakasi-escort/atakoy-escort) minutes," I answered and he darted past me and out the door, grasping the bulge in his baggy pants as he went. I looked at the clock and realized that five minutes would almost bring us to the end of detention. Knowing that I'd likely just sent a cute boy off to masturbate, it occurred to me that I had no plans if he didn't come back in the allotted time. As the minutes ticked, I could picture the boy, all four feet ten inches of him, hiding in a stall, listening intently for any signs of another boy entering the bathroom. Boys smoking and other things had forced the school to remove the doors from the stalls, so there was nowhere to hide if anyone else walked in. In my mind I was imagining him, sweats pulled down in front, tucked under his young balls while he would be furiously pounding his cock. It wasn't more than four inches if I had applied the Pythagorean theorem correctly to the tent I saw in his pants. He would be trying desperately to cum, so that he could clean up and return before I came hunting him down. Which made me want to hunt him down! As four minutes clicked by, I was starting to rise when I heard thudding footfalls in the hall. He appeared in the doorway just as the bell rang, swearing and out of breath. "Dismissed," I announced, even though the kids hadn't waited once again. The other students paid no attention to their breathless classmate as they hustled out of the detention room. If they had, their eyes may have been glued to the same conspicuous bulge that mine were. The bulge was still there dispute his presumed relief, only now the grey fabric had a small wet spot at the peak of the tentpole. "See you tomorrow," Ethan said breathlessly as he gathered his books and headed toward the door. The room was empty aside from the two of us and the door had swung mostly closed when he turned around and fixed me with a knowing smile, "And Mr. Floyd," he said, "next time, take a picture, it lasts longer," then grabbed his crotch, spun on his heels and sped out the door. I was left slack-jawed and muttering to myself. What would tomorrow bring? To be continued...