This rich jock kid Jason wouldn’t stop picking on me at my new school. The worst thing was that I was having these really messed up stress dreams about it – dreams he was in. I’d wake flushed, with my heart pounding, my memories and feelings running together so I couldn’t say exactly what I’d dreamed. One day he just wouldn’t lay off me in class, so we both ended up in study hall. I picked a desk as far away from his as possible, right against the back wall. That turned out to be a mistake when the monitor stepped out to have a smoke – when he got up and came over to me, I realised I didn’t have anywhere to go. “Hey little buddy,” Jason said in a loud, stage-y voice. A couple of his friends who also had detention laughed, turning around in their seats to watch the show. “I just wanted to apologise for earlier,” he said. What the fuck? I thought, but then realised what he was doing when he let his pants and boxers drop to the floor.
His dick – holy shit, it was giant – hit my desk with a wet thwack! I looked away, to the side, but he forced my chin to look back at it, at him. “Now as you can see,” he said in that same loud voice, “this is an ample apology. Really, you should be thanking me for my generosity somehow. I think we both what you can do.” My heart was pounding just like in the dreams. I said nothing, even as my gaze darted warily between his face and his huge, pulsating cock. I realised he was so hard from this – just from dominating someone, from the power he had over me, from the thought of people watching him do it, and me knowing that they were watching. It was like a drug to him. “I’m waiting. No? Well, alright then.” He started to play with himself, making exaggerated grunting noises. and in what seemed like no time he spurted thick white cum all over my desk. The musky, sour smell of it was suddenly everywhere, stinging my nose – I winced and tried to stand up, but his arm on my shoulder pressed me down against my seat.
“Peters is due back any minute,” he said, grinning. “Imagine how much shit you’re going to be in when he sees this.” I looked frantically around the room for a towel or a kleenex but there was nothing. “No,” said Jason quietly. His hand on the back of my head was gently, gradually, pulling my face towards the desk. “That’s right, buddy. You know you wanna get your apology.” I suddenly jerked my head back and he firmly, easily pinned my head against the surface of the desk. It was wet against my lips and cheek and his sour animal smell was all over my face, in all the panting breaths I took, bleeding into me. I distantly heard his voice telling me to lick, and in a flash I remembered something, or realised something, like something from a dream, and then I stuck out my tongue. The taste was strong and kind of gross but I kept going, and then it didn’t seem so bad. Soon there was nothing left on the desk. I looked up at him then and saw the look of triumph on his face as he hitched his pants back up, and realised where I was again. His friends had gone quiet. “You’re welcome bitch,” Jason said, and got back to his desk just as Peters came in.
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