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Chapter Four
"... get up," the words died in Derek's mouth. After a stunned pause, he muttered "Shit" and quickly turned, closing the door.
I was mortified - but I couldn't stop cumming. I pushed my head back into the pillow as the orgasm hit hard. As the last blast subsided, I cleaned up with the now-not-quite-so-crusty shirt and quickly pulled on some sweats and my last clean shirt.
It was over so quickly. My face and chest were on fire with embarrassment as I approached the door. I had grabbed my pack with my bathroom stuff and track gear and headed out the door.
My heart was pounding, but I had to get out of there. I opened the door quickly, ready to beeline to the bathroom. Derek stood there, a laundry basket in his arms, looking somewhat stunned.
"Morning," I blurted, both feeling and sounding stupid. I didn't know what to say.
"Uhhh..." Derek started and hiked up the empty laundry basket. The movement caught my eye as I quickly moved past.
He was in a pair of thin grey sweats and a clean tee that clung to his body. He must have just gotten out of the shower; he was still damp. His sweats left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Was he hard? The bulge was... massive. There was no hiding it. But given Derek's incredible gifts, I wasn't sure if he was half-boned or if that was just his usual huge self.
I stared longer than I should have - long enough to become apparent. Shit - was there a wet spot on his pants?
"I gotta get ready," I said, looking away and heading into the house.
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I found my way to the washroom and grabbed my toothbrush and other essentials from my pack. I pulled out my track gear, light, thin shorts, jersey, and jock.
I stripped off and paused, looking at myself in the mirror. No fucking hair below my eyebrows. I should have been on the swim team!
My skin was a light chestnut--brown from all my time running in the sun. My bright blue eyes looked back as I brushed my fine, long brown hair from my eyes. It was parted in the middle and went just above my shoulders.
I wasn't muscular, exactly, but I was lean. I had small, flat pecs, and cut a nice six pack. My butt and groin were a stark white, like someone took a highlighter to them. I didn't have the balls to sun tan naked. I turned to the side, checking myself out, strong runner's legs leading to a very perky and firm butt. I ran my hand over it - so smooth. It wasn't rock hard like Derek's; it had a nice layer to grab onto before the muscle took hold. I ran my hands along my abs, my fingers brushing each ridge. My cock, softly resting over my balls right now, started to twitch. I wasn't big by any means, but it began to grow. I hadn't measured myself, but I was guessing I was average.
I turned and admired my ass again. I had my back squarely to the mirror and ran both hands over my cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. My tiny hole was pink and hairless like most of the rest of me. I had never really thought of myself as hot, and I found my hairless body kind of embarrassing, but at that moment... I did feel sexy.
I brushed my hole slightly and gasped. It's not a part of my body that I have ever explored. Some crashing about in the kitchen jolted me out of my reverie, so I hopped into the shower and got ready for the day.
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The sports complex was the pride of the town, a large triplex compound with a game field that could be used for soccer or football, a huge track, and an indoor building that housed pools and a basketball court.
Derek and I had practice today, track for me and soccer for him. As we drove in silence, I struggled as to what to say about last night and this morning. Derek hadn't brought it up at all. Usually, we talked endlessly while he drove, and the silence started making the air heavy. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Last night was wild," I said abruptly. I had to get it out in the open, I couldn't pretend it didn't happen, and I still had no idea what Derek thought of it.
I continued when he didn't respond, "I thought it was really hot. You must be one in a billion or something."
Derek made a noncommittal noise. I started to panic. Did he want to pretend it never happened?
"This morning was kind of fucked up, huh - super embarrassing," I said, trying to force some sheepish amusement into my voice.
Derek just hummed again but said nothing. "You know I'd never tell, right? I'd never tell anyone about you, or about... us. It's just between you and me."
Derek looked over at me as we pulled into the lot. "We're here," was all he said in response.
Just as he was about to get out, I said quickly, heat in my voice, "You were hard this morning. I saw it, pretty tough to miss."
Derek paused, looked at me, and just responded, "I'm late for practice," shut the door and ran off.
I was frustrated and upset. Unfortunately, I was late for practice too.
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I was a sprinter, mainly. I could sustain huge bursts of speed and blow away most of my competitors. My problem was that I didn't have much endurance. That was something I was supposed to work on--I like sprints, but I really wanted to work my way up to the mid-distance races.
I had missed the form drills from Friday, and I was sure I would catch shit for it today. I didn't, though. I have no idea why, but I wasn't going to question it.
Since today was team practice for the upcoming meet, we'd mostly do relays. Typically, we'd do it at the school, but since the big event would be here, coaches figured we should get "used to" the field. It's a field, so there wasn't much to get used to, but whatever, a change of scenery would be nice.
I pushed myself hard, making up for the slower team members and trying to better the faster ones. Running was my zen space. My mind would empty, and all I would do was focus on my legs pounding the ground and tell myself to go faster. I am faster, I am the fastest.
By the end of it, I was utterly drenched in sweat. "Nice work, Grey," called the coach, "We'll talk about your missed practice on Monday."
Fuck.
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I went to the lockers to change my shirt and shorts. There was no way I was showering there, but I was so gross and didn't want to get sweat all over Derek's seat.
I saw Derek heading in with this team while a few of my track buddies trailed behind. There was no way I would get through this discreetly, so moving fast and getting out of there was the best I could do.
I got to my locker and focused on getting my stuff out and changing. I could hear all the usual banter about who was fucking who, and occasionally who had the bigger dick. I took off my shirt, quickly towelled off, and put on the clean shirt. A quick sigh, and I dropped my shorts, standing there in my jock.
"Baby smooth ass to go with that baby boy dick," Jason leered, his fucking jock buddies laughing.
Fucking hell, there was no escape from these assholes. The locker areas were shared, so guys from all different teams were there.
"You sure are gay for my body, Jason - never heard someone obsess over 'boy dick' so much," I snarled.
"What the fuck did you say?" Jason responded, his voice low and dangerous.
Yeah - what the fuck did I just say? I was so fucking mad it just blurted out of me. I started to sweat, and my breathing quickened.
"Pretty tough without your boyfriend to protect you, " Grant said, cracking his knuckles like a cartoon bully.
"Hey Evan, time to go, " Derek called from the other side of the room, flanked by a couple of his soccer buddies.
Jason and his crew stared me down as I grabbed my stuff and jogged towards Derek.
The walk back to the car was silent, and we both got in without a word. Derek pulled out and started driving back to his place.
"Should I just go home?" I finally said.
"What?" Derek responded, sounding genuinely surprised.
"This is too fucking weird, man, you've not said anything to me, fucking assholes in the locker room making me feel like shit, and my best friend has not said a god damned word," I was breathing quickly now, my anger starting to take over.
"Look, if you never wanna talk about it again, or pretend like it didn't happen, fine. If our friendship is fucked and over now, then just take me home," the spike of anger flared out as quickly as it started and was being replaced with a sad ache.
"Evan..." Derek started, his voice gentle, "It's not like that. It's just... a lot. A lot for me to process. I... I don't know what to make of what happened. I can't believe I told you what I did, I've never told anyone," Derek said, his voice earnest.
"I'm just not ready to deal with it right now. Can we go back to hanging out and being friends?" Derek said softly.
It was always strange to hear him talk to me that way. He was such a big guy, and pretty aggressive on the field, but whenever he spoke to me, he was always gentle, like I was a bubble that might suddenly pop.
I sighed. He was my best friend. He had always been there for me. Always. "Do you want me to hang out with you?" I asked, surprised at the trepidation in my voice.
A big, goofy grin spread across Derek's face. "Of course!"
We spent most of the day hanging out, playing vids, and watching a few anime, and things felt pretty normal.
"Gonna have a shower before bed," I said.
"Ok, I need one too. I'll clean up the kitchen, gotta be quick though we'll run out of hot water." Derek replied as we both headed inside the main house.
I scrubbed down pretty quickly, vaguely horny but too pressed for time to take care of it. I towelled off and headed back to the garage as Derek brushed past me for his turn at the shower.
When I returned to the garage, I sat on Derek's bed thinking about what we did last night. I got hard, instantly. I wanted to do it again - I had never seen or even heard of anything like what Derek had before. He was my best friend, and I felt close to him. But he was also insanely hot. Like, his body was just wild - he was so cut and big. Big everywhere.
I could feel my heart flutter a bit. My cock and balls started taking over my teenage brain, and I stripped down to my jock and lay down by the edge of the bed, arms under the pillow, with my head turned to face across the room. I figured if he was weirded out by it, I could say I was hot, and this was what I had, and it was no big deal. We'd been in the locker rooms tons of times before. But, if he wasn't weirded out...
I took a deep breath, and I felt pretty hot. I drew one of my legs up to my opposite knee, causing my cheeks to spread slightly. The door opened.
There were no lights on in Derek's space, just the dim light of a few electronics and the soft light from the street lamp, which made its way through the trees.
I could feel Derek's eyes on me as he stood at the door for what felt like forever. Finally, the door shut softly, and I heard the rustle of fabric against skin. Derek approached and stopped right in front of my face.
He had taken his shirt off, but his grey sweats were still on. His body was so tight. He just stood there, and I could see his flat tummy rising and falling slightly with each breath. I didn't say anything, I just let my eyes roam up and down his torso, and finally land on his crotch.
It was as if I stared hard enough, maybe I'd gain X-Ray vision or something. I just stared at the bulge that his sweatpants had no prayer of hiding. I just kept staring, and I could see the bulge... growing. Fuck he was starting to get hard.
I could start seeing more distinctive shapes - his bottom dick snaking down his leg, which his top dick was beginning to push his sweats out. It was downright obscene as the huge bulge started pushing his waistband away from his body.
"You want it, don't you?" Derek said, his voice a hoarse whisper. I didn't answer, I just stared, mesmerized.
"Evan, you want these big cocks, right?" Derek said again, this time framing his bulge with his hands and pushing it against his body. His bulge went from obscene to monstrous - it didn't even look real.
I was so horned that my balls started to hurt a little. But I wanted to feel good too.
"You want my body?" I asked softly, flexing my butt slightly.
"I want my cocks sucked," Derek responded, more forcefully. He looked down at me as I looked up at him. Jesus, his body - he had to be flexing. His pecs were popping out, his lats were slightly flared, and his shoulders bulged.
I was so horny, but a pang of hurt stabbed through it. He wasn't interested in me; he just wanted a mouth. I wanted to do it. I wanted to suck his cocks so bad. But I wanted to feel good too.
He looked me straight in my eyes, hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slowly pulled his sweats down. His top cock smacked wetly against his hard stomach as a streak of precum flew off it. His bottom cock flopped down and up slightly as a string of precum started dripping down to the floor.
"I have to cum every day," Derek continued, quietly, "the last time I didn't, things got a little..." He smirked, "... crazy."
I started at his two huge cocks, both of which completely dwarfed my own. He was like some kind of sex god. I could feel my brain begin to short-circuit. God, I wanted them both so bad. But still, I didn't move. I just stared as Derek's cocks both started to pulse - the pre-cum strand on his bottom cock nearly reaching the floor now, with another strand almost connecting his top cock to the bottom.
"Evan?" Derek asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
"What about me?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"What?" Derek responded, confused.
"I want to feel good too," I said, my voice rising and speech quickening, "I don't just want to suck your dicks to get you off, I want to feel good too. Yeah, I get it, you're a big fucking stud. You hit the cosmic lottery with your huge cocks, balls and giant loads. You could fuck anyone," it was all coming out in a rush now, "multiple people at once - and I'm just me. Just this hairless guy with a 'boy dick'", I spat the last words out, Jason's voice ringing in my head.
Derek blinked, completely taken aback. He just stood there, staring at me, dicks still throbbing. Meanwhile, I had gone completely soft - I turned away from him.
"Evan, I'm still figuring this out," Derek started before I cut him off.
"Yeah, but you'll get blowjobs while you do and I'll just take care of myself," I shot back.
Derek looked down and flushed. I don't think I've ever seen him blush or look embarrassed. He was always the picture of confidence.
"You think I'm a stud?" He said, a small smile playing across his face, "You really think I'm all that?"
I turned back to look at him square in the face, "Yeah, well, what do you think of me?" I just had to know what this was, one way or another.
We just stared at each other for a moment, and I could see Derek's chest rising and falling quickly like he was psyching himself up for something.
"This is what I think..." he responded.
Derek lunged forward and grabbed my hips. He pulled me around and lifted me straight up. I braced myself with arms stretched to their limit as he pulled my lower body higher in the air and closer to his face. I scrambled my arms back until we were in this wheelbarrow position. His big hands had me by the hips, he pulled open my cheeks, and his tongue took a long, long swipe across my hole.
"Fuck!" I squealed as my cock slammed out to full hardness. A long, low moan followed as Derek pulled my legs open and started fucking at my hole with his tongue.
"Derek!" I practically shrieked as my legs started to shake violently.
"Your ass is so hot, Evan. Your hole is so tight, I want to fuck it," Derek said, running his tongue around my hole. "I guess you have your answer now, huh?"
How long was his fucking tongue? He swiped it across my hole over and over. Long licks on and around my hole, occasionally darting inside. I felt like I was going to cum, but I couldn't. It was like being held on the edge of torment and not being able to go over.
"Get ready, Evan," Derek said, his voice shaky.
"Wha..." I started as I felt Derek pull my ass as far apart as he could. Then his tongue entered me, and I made a very loud, low guttural moan. I didn't recognize my voice.
Derek moaned as he pushed his tongue right inside me. He had his tongue stiffened while he pushed it right into my hole and fucked me with it. I looked down at my poor cock trapped in the cotton of my jock pouch, and saw Derek's two huge dicks looking angry, red and throbbing. A continuous stream of precum was dripping from his top to his bottom dick and from his bottom dick to the floor.
"My... cock," I managed to whimper. Derek pulled his tongue from my wet, hot hole and wrapped his arm around my waist. He grabbed the strap of the jock with one hand, and with his free hand reached up and ripped the jock right off my body. I watched his muscles bulge as he did this. He just tossed it aside.
Derek then grabbed me by the hips with both hands and hoisted me up further to hold me against his body, like a standing sixty-nine. He then lifted me straight up, upside down, and took my entire cock in his mouth in one shot.
I braced myself by holding his hips as my entire body started to stiffen and then shudder. "Uugghhhhnnnnnnnn," I moaned incoherently as my straining, hard cock went right down his throat.
Derek started lowering me down, and my entire vision was consumed with his cocks. I opened my mouth as he dropped me down, down, so far down onto that big top dick while he took mine.
He was absolutely, fucking soaked. I could see a pool of pre on the floor by his feet; there was so much of it.
And Derek just kept going. He would lift me and drop me down, sucking me as I sucked him.
"Evan, I wanna fuck you so bad," he said as he lifted me again, and flipped me over so I was facing him. His eyes looked desperate and wild.
I felt my slick, wet hole twitch in response. "I don't think I can take it, Derek," I responded, as I humped my cock against his hard body, "You're so big."
Derek didn't respond, he just held me by my asses and started jerking my cock against my body.
"I gotta fuck," he said, pleading.
"I have an idea; put me down," I said, getting onto the bed and lying on my back.
I lay down and got comfortable. "Get on top of me," I said, beckoning him over.
Derek complied and got over me in a push-up position, his body huge and imposing.
I shimmied down so I was basically facing his pecs. I crossed my legs together tightly and then grabbed his bottom dick. It was slick with an obscene amount of pre. I shoved his bottom dick between my legs. Then I grabbed his top dick and my dick at the same time with both hands.
"Now fuck," I said as I started to stroke our two cocks together, while he fucked between my legs with the other one.
Derek fucked hard and fast. He just pounded like a machine. His muscles were straining, and sweat dripped off his body onto mine.
"Feels so good," Derek moaned, his bottom dick poisoning between my legs. I squeezed them together as tightly as I could. Between the complete lack of hair and the inhuman amount of precum he was generating, that was one tight, wet, hot, slippery fuck.
I couldn't take much more. "Gonna cum," I moaned, "Derek fucking cum!" I all but shouted.
Derek gave two more massive thrusts, and then it started. He pushed his bottom dick down between my legs as hard as he could while trying to thrust forward with his top cock at the same time. All the while, I was using both my hands to stroke our two dicks together, squeeze them as tight as I could, and jack them hard.
Derek threw his head back and with a guttural roar, I felt a super hot, slick stream start to spray out from my hands.
I had only seen Derek cum once before and had never seen anything like it. Massive jets of cum firing from both cocks. Derek didn't cum like most people. Then again, Derek was not like most people.
This time was different. This time, a long, continuous stream of jizz just sprayed out from his top dick. The thick stream painted my lower lip before it abruptly stopped and was followed by seven more rapid-fire jets of cum that splashed between his pecs, my face and everywhere in between.
My cock was shooting with his. I could feel our thick veins pushing the cum out as our cocks were crushed together. My shotgun blast of cum - just two big shots that went everywhere, ended with a loud grunt as Derek continued emptying his enormous balls.
I could feel the cum soaking into the bedsheets and against my ass and hole as his bottom dick unloaded a deluge of cum at the same time.
Derek collapsed on top of me. I didn't appreciate his size quite the same way before that, as he was significantly heavier, and I started feeling crushed.
Derek was panting heavily as he rolled over and off of me. I was a jizz soaked mess, and the sheets directly under me were totally destroyed.
"I came so hard I hurt my balls," Derek said, chuckling.
I was still trying to catch my breath and waiting for my brain to unscramble.
"I hope you see what I think of you now," He continued, softly. "You really have an amazing body."
"I'm so different from you," I replied, finally able to speak, "I'm way smaller, no hair, not a huge cock and just one at that," I smiled weakly.
"I've never seen an ass so fine. And I like your dick," Derek added as he reached over and gave it a stroke.
"God, you did everything to me," I sighed wistfully.
"Well, almost everything," Derek said, smiling.
"How did you do that on your first try?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbow and looking at him.
"What?" Derek said.
"You deep-throated me, like instantly," I replied, "Like you're an expert. Ok, I'm not huge, but I'm not tiny either! You been holding out on me, Derek?" I asked, laughing.
"Haha, no! But that's probably a story for some other time," Derek said, eyes twinkling.
"Like hell!" I laughed, jumping up. My laughter was cut short as a car pulled into the driveway.
I couldn't imagine someone wanting to come into Derek's room this late at night, but neither of us wanted to take the chance. Fortunately, we still had our slightly damp shower towels and did our best to clean up quickly. It was a mad dash, and those towels felt barely up to the challenge.
I hid my now destroyed jock and put on some shorts, while Derek pulled on his sweats. The precum stains on them mostly dry now.
We had just gotten ourselves under the covers when a figure paused at the window. The blinds were closed, but we could see their outline. After a few moments, they went away.
I turned to look at Derek and was going to ask him what he was talking about, but his back was to me, and he was breathing the slow, heavy breaths of sleep.
I stared at his back for a few long moments, and then sidled in closer to him, snuggling up before falling asleep.
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