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Alex slept late the next day and missed quite a few of his classes. He groaned as he peeled himself off his bed, a rather large puddle of cum (one he didn't remember making) lay between him and his soaked blankets. He took a haphazard shower, staring at the strange liquid as the water washed it away. It had been a weird evening, one he only somewhat remembered. He walked into a room in the library, was it a basement? and something happened, he wasn't entirely sure what, but from the looks of his bed it had been fun, how many times did he wank one out to make that mess? When did he get home? Alex knew the answers to none of these questions, nor did he particularly care.
"Dad's gonna kill me" Alex groaned as he pulled on some (mostly) clean clothes and walked slowly to school, stopping along the way to pet a neighbor's dog, buy a hotdog, and generally waste time, hoping to "accidentally" miss his last class of the day. He didn't get what the fuss was about really, he knew he was going to fail his classes, there was no way he was going to graduate High School this year, and he had some serious doubts he would ever manage it, but he really couldn't care less. He looked down at his dirty shoes as he walked, strange thoughts entering unbidden to his mind, thoughts about boys, and men. He thought about classmates, teachers, friends, it didn't matter which. He didn't think of anything particularly naughty, but it was... strange. He thought about his teacher patting him on the back on the rare occasion he did something right, his hand lingering for just a touch longer than necessary. He suddenly snapped out of his fantasy and looked up. It was like whole minutes had passed without him noticing, and he found himself at his school. From the looks of the students streaming out the front door of Lowry High, he succeeded in his goal of missing his classes and turned to walk back home, having made "best efforts" to attend. But as he turned around he heard his father's loud, commanding voice.
"Alexander Jones Junior you get into my office NOW" His father sounded real mad, and he decided best not to test his patience after practically skipping an entire day of school. Alex slowly meandered his way to the Principal's office.
Alexander Jones Sr. put his hand over his face. He loved his son, but missing an entire day? skipping a tutoring session with no warning whatsoever? all this on top of his absolutely horrible grades. He was worried, he really was, what was he going to do with this boy? He had such hopes for his son, but after it became apparent that he wasn't interested in doing anything other than masterbating all day, those hopes were dashed. The only thing he had going for him was his looks, he looked a lot like his father, but cuter. where Alexander Sr. had a strong chin, salt and pepper hair, and a tight, hard body, albeit with a little bit of cushion in front, softening the appearance of his six pack somewhat. But it was still admirable. Alexander had a passion for fitness of course, and it really showed. He looked up and gestured towards the chair on the other side of his desk as his downtrodden son entered.
"Let me guess, your excuse for missing school today is directly connected to the reason you weren't home until nine last night? and that's connected to the reason you skipped your tutoring session?" Alexander leaned back in his chair and looked across the desk at his son, noting the usual messiness of his hair, the dark circles under his eyes, and the general air of disheveledness. He smelled something strange, not that it was strange for his horny son to smell like cum, but it was different than usual, he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was that changed. Alex Jr. shook his head slightly, it was one thing for a father to notice his son smelled like cum, but another thing entirely to think about it like that.
"I don't know," he said, being perfectly honest. Alex truly had no idea what had happened after all. His father frowned, leaning forward and folding his hands on his desk.
"Nothing? just a little shrug? you used to be honest with me Lexy'' Alex Jr. scrunched up his face when he heard his dad's old nickname for him. He wished he had something to tell his dad. He knew he was disappointed in him, disappointed in his poor grades, his messy appearance, in everything about him, and he couldn't think of a single way to fix it. Alexander Sr. sighed and spoke again
"Come on son, can you give me one reason? Just one reason why you missed your tutoring session? or why you came home so late? can you give me anything?" he sounded worried, and for good reason, it really wasn't like Alex to do this kind of thing, yeah he was a space case, but he didn't have any friends, or any other reason to stay out so late. Alex Jr. Shrugged again, he really didn't have anything he felt like telling his dad, what was he gonna say?
"Sorry I was late daddy, by the way, I soaked my bed in cum?" He just looked at his lap, deciding that wouldn't be a good idea.
"I don't know," he said quietly.
"You NEVER know! you never know ANYTHING" his father shouted, suddenly fed up with how his son was acting. He clenched his hands on his desk and stood up
"Detention, for the rest of the week, and you're grounded for just as long" he said, half hoping for any kind of reaction from his quiet son, and getting none, sat back down, shooing him from his office.
Alex Jr. walked down the hall slowly, he wasn't a stranger to detention, his father usually sent him to detention when he was grounded. Alex moved a hand down to his crotch, giving it a soft palming. To his horror he found a wet spot there, and rushed to a nearby bathroom, he didn't stop to check if anyone else was in there and pulled his shorts down to his knees, revealing his wet, sticky crotch, and his steadily drooling cockhead, the thick, stringy cum was everywhere inside his shorts. Alex groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his soggy length, it wasn't even hard and it was drooling heavily. His mind raced as he thought about possible causes for his weird problem, unsurprisingly, none came. Suddenly a stall door slammed open behind him, and he saw the familiar shape of Hunter Lefler, Hunter was easily 6'3, tall even for a senior, with his short blond hair, athletic body, and winning smile, he was handsome, and certainly aware of it. The teachers all loved Hunter, he got perfect grades, was the Quarterback on the football team, and he was a damn good baseball player. everything Alex Sr. wanted in a son, and everything Alex Jr. wasn't. Hunter looked shocked for a moment before bursting out laughing.
"FUCK BRO! You creamed your pants, oh my god you're so pathetic, what happened? see a dick you wanted to suck?" He joked, reminding Alex of the kind of person he really was. Sure the adults liked him, and the more popular students, but everyone else knew he was a stuck up rich kid.
"Damn.... that is a lot of cum though bro" Hunter said, staring at the wet mess that was Alex's lap, he licked his lips slightly before chuckling and shaking his head. Tears came to Alex's eyes as Hunter all but pointed and laughed at his cum-covered crotch. Hunter scoffed and put his hands on Alex's shoulders, his eyes pulled up from the shorter guy's dick and he looked him in his eyes.
"Come on bro, I'm just teasing, why don't I get you some paper towels?" He said, still grinning ear to ear. Alex turned beet red as he waited for Hunter to get some towels to clean him up, he felt nervous, standing in the middle of the bathroom with his pants down. Alex yelped as Hunter pressed the paper towels into his groin and made a halfhearted attempt to clean up the mess, mostly just managing to smear the strange cum around. Hunter winked at the smaller boy as he did a kind of jerking motion around his dick, clearing most of it off. Alex almost thought he was getting a wedgie when Hunter pulled his shorts up, he felt small and weak as this much taller guy cleaned him up and practically dressed him.
"There, now get your butt out of here, and don't think you don't owe me" Hunter laughed as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Alex to stand in the middle of the bathroom alone, his hands full of cum-covered paper towels.
"That could have been worse" He thought to himself.
Mr. Clark drummed his pencil on his desk nervously, which wasn't uncommon for him, he was a nervous man. As the science teacher, and the detention monitor most of his time was spent at school, not that he minded. Reginald Clark (His co-workers called him Reggie) didn't have many interests outside his own small experiments, and the school lab had all the equipment he needed, so long as he bought his own materials and didn't break anything the school didn't really mind. He looked down at his sheet, Mara, Louis, Thomas, Michael, everyone was there except- damnit. Clark stopped the rapid tapping of his pencil. "Alexander Jr." the sheet read. Alex was the absolute worst student he had ever had, Mr. Clark knew he didn't try to be bad, but he somehow "forgot" that talking wasn't allowed in detention seemingly every ten minutes. He had even been caught doodling obscene pictures notebook the last time he was in detention. Clark hoped it didn't turn into a habit.
Alex slowly walked into the science classroom and made a beeline for the back, next to Mara, the only student who even kind of liked him. Mr. Clark cleared his throat and frowned at Alex, he pointed to a desk right in front of him, away from any other students he could talk to, maybe that would stop him from chattering? He had no idea just how horrible of an idea that would turn out to be.