"What if ..."

Justin and Chris Hobbs hadn't been Interrupted.

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"That's my other secret."

Justin picks up a large equipment bag containing soccer balls and places it on the floor. He crosses over to the door, locking it; flips a nearby switch, the room darkens, bathed only in the soft glow of the red exit sign.

"Come here."

"Wwhat are you doing?"

"Revealing more secrets."

Justin beckons to Chris. Slowly Chris gets up, walking the two steps to stand by the bag.  Justin unfastens Chris' pants, letting it fall to the floor.

"Lay down."

Chris' eyes widen and he begins to breathe heavy.

"I don't want to."

"Yes you do."

Justin stares into the frightened eyes. Chris lowers himself onto the bag, straddling it slightly, bending over it.  Justin lifts Chris' shirt to expose the small of his back, then he gingerly lowers his briefs.

"I never..."

"I know, it's okay, I know you want this, I'll go slow."

Justin works the underwear down, slipping it off one leg. He arranges Chris so that his knees are bent, parted straddling the end of the bag, his body lying length-wise face down. Chris grabs onto the bag shaking with nervousness.  Justin caresses his back and thighs with one hand while removing a condom and lube from his pocket with the other hand.  Justin places a small kiss on Chris' behind. Justin unzips his fly to pulling out his hard cock.

"Breathe, just breathe."

Chris sighs then begins to breathe slowly, closing his eyes. He hears the pop of the top of the lube and the tear of the condom wrapper.

"Oh shit!"

"It's okay."

He feels the cold lube at his anus.

"Christ! Cold."

"It'll warm up."

One finger slowly penetrates.

"God!"

"Easy."

Two fingers.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

The third finger, scissoring open the tight orifice.

"Too much."

"Got to."

"Th...that big?"

"Yeah."

Chris begins to pant.  "Slow down, breathe slower, in/out, in/out, that's better. Ready?"

"Uh."

"Sure you are."

Justin removes his fingers; one hand steadying the hip, the other holding his penis. Justin pushes past the first ring of muscle.

"Oh god, oh my god!"

"Yeah."

Slowly, inch by incredible inch, Justin slides in adding a little more lube to ease his way.  Justin waits till Chris adjusts and his breathing becomes more even. Justin slowly withdraws then slides back in.

"Oh oh."

"Like it?"

"No, I, yes, yeah."

Justin picks up the pace. Steadily thrusting in and out of the tight virginal hole. Justin angles himself to hit his target.  "Fuck, what was that."

"Your sweet spot."

"My what?"

"Don't talk, feel."

Justin does it again, shooting waves of blissful pleasure through Chris.

"More?"

"Yes."

Justin pumps faster, hitting the prostate every two to three thrusts.

"I'm gonna..."

Justin pulls Chris up a little to reach his cock. Taking hold, he strokes it.

"Ah, ah gonna..."

Justin pumps faster, throwing Chris over that edge, he cums, splashing the bag and the floor. His spasms trigger Justin's orgasm. He cums filling the condom.  Justin lowers Chris back down onto the bag and eases out. Finding an old towel, Justin quickly cleans himself, Chris, the bag and the floor. Tucking the used condom into the towel, he balls it up and throws it in the trash.  Justin helps Chris up, who was still laying on the bag, breathing heavy, his ass shining with sweat.  Justin helps Chris to dress.  The boys look around, making sure the room is neat and clean.

"Detention over."

Justin walks out.

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