Tell Me Something Fucked Up Ch. 03

Chapter Three

Derek tossed one of the shirts my way. He had cleaned up, more or less, but this one was still pretty gooey.

I stood up, and started scraping away the copious blobs of cum off me with the shirt, some of it sticking and some it dropping down to the floor to join the rest of the puddle I had been sitting in. I dropped the shirt to the floor and wiped the puddle up with my foot

"That was... intense," I said, absently. Derek didn't respond to my earth-shattering observation.

I tossed the shirt away and looked around the room uncertainly. It absolutely reeked of sex and cum, I was grateful we were detached from the rest of the house. I noticed Derek pulling up a pair of pyjama pants and immediately started to feel awkward standing there naked and bald.

I turned away, blushing and felt around for my underwear. By the time I found them and pulled them on, Derek was crawling back into bed.

I hesitated a moment and then crawled in beside him. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I still felt a little lightheaded. I'd never cum like that before. I had never seen anyone cum like that before, like... ever. Not in any porn or the kind of fucked up anime I occasionally watched before post-nut clarity sank in. Ok, well, maybe some of those, but still... It was completely insane.

As I lay there trying to make sense out of what happened, I could feel the supreme awkwardness starting to mount. I quickly glanced over to Derek without moving my head; his back was to me, and he hadn't said anything.

"That was kind of hot," I said, quietly hopeful. I didn't know what to say, but it was hot... right? I had cum so hard and so had Derek. Maybe that was just a normal orgasm for him. Man, if that was true... what would happen if he stored up for a few days? I shook my head.

Was he asleep? Why was he not answering? This was weird. I rolled over myself, my back to him, and drifted into a fitful sleep.

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I woke up hard.

My eyes fluttered open and I could feel my cock throbbing. Waking up hard was pretty normal for me, but this morning wood was woodier than ever.

I noticed Derek was gone. There was a window cracked, so the room just smelled more like a typical guy's room instead of what I imagined a porn set after a gang bang would smell like.

My cock throbbed - fuck! This wasn't helping. I felt a bead of pre-cum forming; if I didn't take care of this now, I wasn't going to be able to walk around without giving a show. I'm guessing that Derek was grabbing a shower. Although I had cleaned up with a t-shirt, which had to do a LOT of heavy lifting for that load, I still felt kind of sticky and gross. My hair had some crusty spots as well.

I twitched and jumped slightly. Only, it wasn't my cock that twitched but... my hole. What in the actual fuck? Sure, I could feel it when I came sometimes, but what was that?

I arched my back and flexed my arms with a stretch I desperately needed. A little involuntary moan slipped out and another bead of pre-cum dropped. Yeah, I had to take care of this before Derek got back. I had to be fast.

I pulled the covers back, not wanting to get cum or pre-cum on his sheets. I looked down at myself - my chest, like pretty much all of my body, was smooth and hairless. My chest was pretty flat; I didn't have pecs like Derek's - hard and round. I signed involuntarily, thinking of his body.

I ran my hands along my chest and down along my six pack, a feather touch on the ridges of my abs. The one thing I had on Derek. I thought it looked hot. I couldn't take it anymore, teenage impatience forcing my right hand down quickly to grip my cock while my left hand cupped my smooth balls.

"Fuck," I muttered as I started to stroke. I lay my head back into the pillow and closed my eyes. I thought of the grip on my dick with a little bit of the head still sticking out. I couldn't help but think of Derek's two-handed grip on his with most of the head still showing. He was so fucking big.

I was not going to last long. My eyes snapped open and I glanced around for somewhere to cum. I got up, yanking my underwear off all the way, and grabbed the completely destroyed t-shirt from last night.

I laid back onto the bed and started pounding on my dick, my left hand caressing my balls.

I could hear the wet squelching as my pre lubed my smooth dick. My middle finger drifted down towards my taint. It felt full somehow - like it was puffed out. I never really paid attention before, but my hole was throbbing again.

I let go of my cock for a moment and laid the cum drenched shirt across my chest. I could smell it - it smelled like Derek's cocks. I squeezed my eyes shut and spread my legs. Just a little first. It felt awkward and a bit dirty.

I returned to fisting my dick, my left hand dropping lower, towards my smooth, and very tight hole. My head start to spin a bit as I felt heady from the smell of Derek's cum soaked shirt inches from my nose. I hadn't meant to perv out on it, I just needed a place to drop my load.

My finger brushed across my hole - it twitched violently in response as I muffled a moan.

I felt super aware of my body. My small, brown nipples were super hard. I could feel my smooth balls drawing up in my sack towards the base of my dick. I opened my mouth, a silent scream starting to build - all I could think about was being hosed down by two porn sized cocks a few hours earlier shooting jets of cum like I'd never even imagined, let alone seen.

My hand let go of my cock for the briefest of moments as I flicked the cum stained shirt up and into my mouth. I bit down and tasted Derek again.

My left hand scooped a bit of pre up and dropped down to my hole, circling it. My right hand resumed pumping, a deep moan managed to escape the confines of the cummy shirt that was seeping last night's jizz storm into my mouth.

I spread my legs super wide now, feeling slutty but I didn't care. My nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to shoot off my body.

The pressure in my balls felt immense as my cock swelled. My hole felt good, but honestly, I didn't know what to do with it. I started tapping it lightly, the tip of my finger going in just slightly.

I was going to cum, nothing could stop it now. I bit down on the shirt, rehydrated cum mixed with my spit starting to drip into my mouth. My balls hurt as they drew up tight.

Several things happened all at once. My eyes snapped open super wide, my stomach clenched highlighting the cuts of my abs, a jet of cum rocketed out of my dick, a snarled, growling moan found its way out of the shirt in my mouth while half of my finger got sucked into my hole. And the door opened.

"Hey Evan, you should..." Derek started as I added a fresh batch to last night's cum rag.