On the road once again, with just one paper in his basket, Derby turned down the Rolands' driveway. He looked back over the last forty-eight hours in awe at the range his emotions had traveled; a weight of exhaustion sat on his heart. Derby couldn't remember any time before this week when he'd allowed himself to feel so excited or so disappointed; he'd always kept his thoughts in check and on task--there was always something to do to that could take his mind off just about anything: fixing the windows at the house, filling an order in his workshop, making dinner, tending the garden, cleaning. That didn't work with Max, though. Everything seemed to remind him of that boy somehow, like his whole brain was reorganizing itself around him.
Max turned down the Rolands' driveway hoping against hope that he would never see that girl again, that girl from yesterday, that girl that had ruined all his plans and forced him to go back home to his father instead of spending the afternoon with Max like he'd planned.
"I wonder what he and that girl got up to yesterday," Derby asked himself. "She had sure seemed friendly with him. She probably woulda let him stick it in her if he wanted to..."
Derby rounded the bend in the driveway, peddled up to the house, and looked around. Max wasn't in the front yard, so Derby knocked on the front door. No answer. Just as he was beginning to feel disappointed once again, Derby heard a weird squealing sound coming from around the house and decided to investigate. As he walked around the sound got louder and he could also hear... rain? But the sky was clear.
Then Derby turned the corner of the house and froze. Max was rinsing off in an outdoor shower. Buck. Naked.
The squealing sound came from the showerhead. Derby stood transfixed as he watched the glimmering water cascade down Max's chiseled body, plastering the trail of fur on his chest to his skin. Max's eyes were closed. The water streamed across his broad, v-shaped back down into the crack of his ass, down those cobbled stomach muscles and onto... wow! Max's penis was huge! It was circumcised and hung down from a healthy bush of black hair. It arched out and over a furry sack containing a pair of balls looking like they belonged on a young colt. His penis was real thick, too, its root took up a lot of the space where Max's powerful legs met the rest of his body.
"Damn!" Derby thought to himself. "Mine ain't even half that big. None of the boys at school were even half that big! I didn't know penises were even built that big!"
Derby watched as Max hefted his testicles and ran his other hand down the length of his shaft a couple of times, then brought his hands back up and ran them through his thick, black hair, showcasing his powerful arms.
Then Max opened his eyes and spotted Derby.
"Hey, there, Derby!" he called. "Just coolin' down. Worked up a quite a sweat today."
"Uh-huh," Derby croaked.
"Just a sec," he said and looked away, turning off the water.
Derby looked down and saw his own penis poking at the fabric of his jeans. There was already a small wet spot at its tip.
"Shit!" thought Derby. He adjusted himself to make his woody less obvious and tried to pull his t-shirt down over the wet spot. It almost covered it.
Derby looked back up to see Max toweling off his hair. Max gave a few quick passes over his body with the towel then threw it over his shoulder and approached Derby, his heavy penis bobbing up and down with each step.
"Do you wanna shower off too, buddy?"
"Uh... no, I'm good."
"Okay. I'll just go throw some clothes on. Follow me. The back door's over here."
"'Kay," Derby squeaked.
He tagged along behind Max, watching with a slack jaw as Max's weight shifted seductively from one leg to another with each stride, one cannonball-sized muscle tensing and then the other. They walked up a few steps onto a wooden deck. Max opened a screen door and said,
"After you."
Derby went inside and found himself in what looked to be the Roland family's summer kitchen.
"Help yourself to something in the icebox, Derby. I'll be back in a flash."
Max disappeared into the house and Derby looked around. He'd always wondered what the Rolands' house looked like on the inside. Derby and his four older siblings grew up in a one-floor, three-bedroom house with just one washroom. Derby peeked around the corner further into the house and saw a large living room with a fireplace against one wall, a parlor with a bar beyond that and probably another kitchen beyond there that they used when it wasn't so hot. And that was just the main floor!
"I wonder how many brothers and sisters Max has," Derby thought to himself.
Not wanting to venture too far, he returned to the summer kitchen and waited. A minute later Max returned wearing a clean pair of jeans and a fresh, white athletic undershirt.
"Man, is it ever hot!" he exclaimed as he strode to the icebox.
"You want a beer, Derby?"
"A beer? But I'm only sixteen."
Max laughed, "This ain't no bar, Derby. You've had beer before, haven't ya?"
"Yeah, of course."
Actually he could count the number of pints he'd had so far in his life on one hand. The beer in Derby's house was for his father.
"So you want one or not?"
"Well, sure! Thanks."
Max reached into the icebox and brought out a frosty six-pack of brown bottles.
"C'mon. I know where we can cool off."
Ten minutes later Max and Derby were sitting in lounge chairs in the Rolands' sprawling backyard beneath the shade of a tall, leafy beech tree. Derby had gulped down the first half of his beer much too quickly and was trying to savor the rest of it, but it tasted great on such a hot day. Max was on his second.
"Yeah, sorry about Sally," Max said, rolling his eyes. "She just showed up yesterday afternoon with a basket of biscuits for me. Ever since she found out I was back home this summer she's had a reason to just pop over about once a week. She's been after my ass since high school."
"Who is she?" Derby asked.
"No body," Max said, shrugging his shoulders. "But she's Minister McCarthy's daughter and her parents are friends with my parents so I gotta be nice to her. She lives a few houses down the road."
"Oh, yeah," Derby said, swigging his beer. "Red brick house. I deliver their paper too. So... what did you two get up to yesterday?"
"Nothing. Took me forever to get her to leave though. She kept saying how she'd be more than happy to make me dinner while I'm here by myself--tonight or any other night if I wanted." Max leaned toward Derby. "But you know something?"
"What?"
"If her cooking ain't any better than her baking, I'll pass. I coulda hammered nails with those biscuits."
Derby laughed and knocked back some more of his beer.
"So you sell woodworking, eh?" Max said. "I think that's real cool, Derby. That's a real business. You're an entrepreneur!"
"Awe, well, I still gotta deliver papers. It'll be a business when I don't gotta deliver papers anymore. What're you gonna do when you're done college?"
"Dunno. Dad wants me to go to law school and become a lawyer, but... I don't know if that's for me. We'll see."
"Wow, a lawyer! Is that what Mr. Roland does?"
"You'd better believe it. And it's what his father did, and his father, and his father. Get the picture?"
"Yeah, I get it. My old man doesn't care what I do though."
"Yeah, I've been curious about something, Derby. What did you mean when you said that you figure your dad started you in school early because he wanted you outta his hair? And what about your mom?"
"Oh, that. Well... ya see... It's kind of a long story, I guess, if you wanna hear it all."
"I'm all ears," Max said with a smile.
"Well... Alright. Mom and dad had four kids when they were younger, that's Jake, Laura, Betty, and Peter my older brothers and sisters. They've all moved out now. Mom and Dad thought they were done after four kids, but ten years after Peter the stork came a knockin' with me in his basket. Mom was kinda old by then to be having kids and Dad didn't want her to go through with it, but she wanted to, and along came me. Mom died a couple days after from complications of birthing me so I never knew her. And Dad... well, Dad's never been the same since. Peter told me once he used to be a lot happier, but the whole time I've known him he's just been sad. And he drinks a lot. He never hit me or anything. He's just sad pretty much all the time and kinda difficult to live with. He doesn't really take care of things anymore--doesn't take care of himself really, either. Pete and Betty told me it was 'cause he didn't have Mom anymore. They're probably right. And I kinda remind him that he doesn't have her, 'cause I'm the reason he doesn't have her. So I reckon he just wanted me outta the house as much and as soon as possible and that's why I started school early. Once I'm making enough money I'll move out too. So... yeah, that's kind of a long answer to a short question. I'm sorry."
"That's okay," said Max. "That's some story, Derby."
"Yeah... well... that's the story of me. You got any brothers or sisters?"
"Just one older brother. He lives in New York."
"Wow," said Derby, smiling and taking a few more swallows of his beer, "New York City."
Derby's stumbling and dry mouth from seeing Max naked earlier disappeared and he talked more freely. This was probably the effects of his beer, which was almost done. And he knew Max was going to offer him another.
"What's it like in Boston?" Derby asked.
"It's alright. I study English and Philosophy. And I'm on the varsity wrestling team. We went all-state this year. But I lost my final match."
"Really!? Man, I can't believe there's a guy out there stronger than you."
"Oh, yeah," Max chuckled.
"Yeah! I mean... you've gotta be the biggest, strongest guy I've ever seen."
"Well, thanks Derby. I work at it."
Here Max brought up his right arm and flexed it in front of Derby.
"Wow," Derby smiled, eyes wide.
"Go on, Derby. Give it a squeeze. I wanna see if you can get your hands around it."
"Okay!"
Derby sat up and wrapped his small, calloused artisan's hands around that big arm only to find that he couldn't. Even with both hands he couldn't touch his fingers around Max's flexed biceps. Derby squeezed and squeezed with all his might, but couldn't even dent the hard muscle.
"See," Max chuckled. "I didn't think you'd be able to."
"Man!" Derby exclaimed, releasing his grip. "Wish I had arms like that."
"Yeah, I gotta say, the ladies back in Boston all love my arms. Some try to squeeze them just like you did. Hell, Sally McCarthy wanted to squeeze 'em just yesterday. I pretended to be all shy, though, and wouldn't let her. That girl's been trying to get in my pants ever since I could get it up."
"Oh yeah? But you don't like her?"
"Nah," said Max, shaking his head.
"She's pretty."
"I guess. Not my type though."
Derby sat in silence and up ended his beer.
"You want another one?" Max offered.
"Sure. Thanks."
Max reached down onto the cool grass and opened two beers, one more for each of them.
"You got a girl, Derby?" Max asked.
"Me!? Oh, hell no."
"Why'd you say it like that?"
"Oh, well... girls just ain't interested in me. I'm nothing special."
"Whadda you mean? You're an entrepreneur. And real cute too."
Derby blushed immediately. Did he really just say that?
"Well... maybe but I don't look like... well... I don't look like you. I bet you've been with girls lots."
Max chuckled, "I suppose I've had my share. But girls ain't all there is."
Derby still sat up in his lounge, looking over at Max. His powerful form stretched out on the lounge. One hand held his beer and the other was up his shirt, scratching lazily at his stomach, revealing just enough of his impossibly muscled mid-section to put Derby into a downright trance. Now well into his second beer, the thought that he was staring never even occurred to Derby.
"What're you lookin' at, Derby?" Max asked.
"Oh! Well... I was just wonderin'... Nah, never mind."
"No, what is it?"
"Well... how'd you get your stomach to look like that? I mean, I never seen a man with a stomach like yours--not even in magazi--"
Derby cut himself off.
"Not even in magazines?" Max smiled over at him. "You look at pictures of guys often, Derby?"
"Uh... well... that's not what I meant... Ya see..."
"It's okay, kid. I look at them too."
"You do!?"
"Hell, yeah. They're good inspiration, know what I mean?"
"Oh... yeah, I guess."
Max chugged his third beer and put it down.
"Here, Derby," he said, sitting up. "Let me give you a better view."
He crossed his arms at his waist and brought his shirt over his head in one, smooth motion, revealing his whole tanned, muscled torso for Derby's perusal once again.
"Bet this is better than any magazine, huh Derby?" Max said, flexing his melon-sized biceps.
Derby's eyes went as wide a saucers and his mouth fell open. Max laughed.
"Man, you're really into muscles, aren't you?"
Derby just nodded in awed silence.
"Check this out!"
Max struck a couple more poses sitting in his chair and Derby continued to watch in absolute rapture. Max even did this thing where he rolled his chest muscles and bounced them one after the other. Derby didn't even know that was possible but found it absolutely hypnotic.
"Stand up for a sec, Derby," Max said, standing up.
Derby did as he was told.
"Punch me in the gut," Max said, bringing his arms behind his head, really tensing his abdominal muscles.
"You sure?"
"What? You think you can hurt me, little guy? Give it your best shot! Don't hold back!"
Derby threw one punch into Max's gut and--
"Ahhhh!" Derby flicked his hand around for a few seconds. Max laughed. It hurt! It had actually hurt to punch Max's stomach.
"Try it again! Go on!" Max ordered.
Derby did it again, over and over with both hands. He'd have turned his hands into bloody stumps if it meant he could touch that amazing stomach one more time.
"Alright! Alright!" Max said, laughing and grabbing Derby's hands. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Derby smiled from ear to ear as Max looked down at him.
"Damn, Derby," Max said, grinning. "You've got a woody."
Derby's smile fell and he looked down at his crotch. There it was--a noticeable bulge with a more-than-noticeable stain at its tip.
"Oh," Derby said, backing away. "I uh... I just... uh..."
"It's okay, buddy," Max said, laying back down on his chaise. "Don't sweat it. We all get them, right?"
Derby just stood there with his crotch tented out.
"Come here and lay down with me," Max said, shuffling over to make room on his chaise.
Derby did as he was told and laid down next to Max, his head resting on the older boy's plump, round shoulder.
"You know, it musta been all that gut punching," Max whispered down at Derby. "Cause I'm gettin' a woody too."
Derby looked down and saw the clear outline of Max's enormous penis snaking down one thigh. Derby's eyes swelled, his head spun.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Max said.
Derby looked up into his face, quietly asking permission.
"C'mon," Max said, smiling down at him. "It'll be fun. Show me."
Derby looked back down, opened his fly, pulled his jeans and boxers down and freed his throbbing penis. He looked back up at Max.
"Hey, that's a nice one, Derby. You're not circumcised neither. That's cool. Now take mine out."
Derby looked down at Max's crotch, the log that was his penis had only gotten bigger and a large wet stain had formed on his thigh. Derby looked back up at Max with big, pleading, slightly nervous brown eyes.
"Go on, Derby. It's okay. Go on and pull it out. I want you to."
Derby looked back down and brought his hands to Max's fly. He undid the button, the zipper, then opened it and this marvelous musky scent escaped, filling his nostrils and making him lightheaded. Then Max raised his hips a little and Derby shimmied his jeans down. Max was wearing no underwear. Suddenly, once his jeans were beyond the tip of his penis, it swung up and grazed Derby's cheek on its way to nestling firmly between the cobbles of Max's stomach.
"Yeahhhhh," Max moaned. "That's much better."
Derby thought Max's penis looked big soft, but now it was gigantic! It was as thick as Derby's wrist and covered in a network of pulsating veins and arteries. The plumb-sized head reached Max's navel and leaked clear honey with every pulsation. Derby just stared and watched as the honey collected in the grooves of Max's stomach muscles and began running down them. The balls in his furry sack had risen toward his crotch and churned slowly.
"You wanna get each other off, Derby?" Max asked.
"What... whadda you mean?" Derby asked, still staring at Max's throbbing member.
"I mean I'll jerk yours and you jerk mine. The guys on the wrestling team do it sometimes. C'mon, it'll be great. You do me first."
Derby reached out and wrapped his hand around Max's cock. It was hot--so hot that Derby almost took his hand away. But didn't. He started stroking up and down the shaft slowly.
"Get some of my lube and use it," Max said.
Derby wiped his hand over Max's muscled belly, covered it in his musk, and resumed stroking.
"Oh, yeah," Max grunted, thrusting his hips into Derby's hand. "That's the stuff, Derby. Nice and slow like that."
Max's lube production went into overdrive and Derby smeared even more of it over his cock as he stroked it.
"Both hands, man," Max smiled down at him. "Use both hands."
Derby obeyed and found that Max's length easy accommodated both his fists.
"Awwwwwe!" Max groaned. "That's it, Derby. Squeeze harder. Faster now. Faster!"
Derby sat on top of Max, straddling his hips, fisting his enormous cock with all his might. Derby's own cock leaked copiously and bobbed up and down, smacking his smooth belly with the force of his thrusts. Max laid back with his hands behind his head, beautifully showcasing his arms as Derby stroked him to orgasm. His head was back, his eyes closed, his face wrought into a grin of lust.
Suddenly Max thrust his hips, lifting Derby off the chaise. Derby felt the cock in his hands get even harder and then suddenly--
"Ungh!" Max grunted like a bull and his cock exploded. He sent thick, heavy streams of white come clear over his head. Three or four shots cleared his body entirely. The next half dozen fell on his face, chest, neck and shoulders, then smaller blasts filled the crevices of his rolling stomach.
Derby lost it. Seeing Max come, seeing such a powerful display of raw manhood sent him over the edge. He froze and watched and then his own cock started jerking--without even being touched--spraying come all over Max's torso, their milky seeds mixing in the grooves of Max's muscles.
"Whoa!" Max gasped. "That was awesome! You did a great job, Derby. That was hot! Watching your cock jerk like that without even being touched... Man, that was so hot!"
Derby just sat, crouched over Max's pelvis, panting and smiling. Then he watched Max rub his hand over his thick chest, smearing their seed all over himself. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. Derby's eyes went wide.
"What? You never tasted spunk before?"
Derby shook his head.
"It's good, man. Makes you strong, too. C'mere."
Derby crawled forward, half lying on top of Max. Max scooped up their come from his body and put it in his mouth. Then he brought Derby up and kissed him.
Derby fought, but only for half a second. Then Max's tongue was in his mouth and they shared the taste of their combined seed with one another. It did taste good. Max brought his arms around Derby and embraced him, squeezing him against his muscular chest as they kissed, their half-hard penises rubbing together between their slick stomachs.
He knew he was half-drunk, but Derby had never felt so energized before in his life. He'd never felt so alive, he even felt... special and strong, even--two things he'd never felt before in his entire life. He felt powerful having brought such pleasure to this man underneath him. Derby had never done for anyone what he just did for Max, nothing even close. And Max obviously appreciated it. Derby felt... proud.
He looked down at Max's softening penis, still leaking pearly liquid. Then without so much as a glance to ask permission, he leaned down and started sucking the head with his mouth.
"Aungh!" Max roared, throwing his head back. "Awe, yeah. That's it, kid. Suck my balls dry. Get every last drop outta them."
Max was quickly fully hard again. Derby couldn't get much of it into his mouth. Just the head practically filled him, so he stroked Max's shaft with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other.
"Oh, yeah! Squeeze those big balls, man! Squeeze 'em good!"
And they were big. Even after having shot a half-pint of ejaculate, Max's balls felt full and firm under Derby's grip. Derby felt Max's hand come encouragingly to the back of his head. Max ran his fingers through Derby's thick brown locks as he suckled and slurped.
Max moaned with delight constantly and then suddenly his hips thrust forward forcing more of him into Derby's mouth as he orgasmed again. Filling Derby's pretty mouth to capacity, some leaked out his mouth and dribbled onto Max's torso.
Derby released himself, face covered with come, crawled up Max's body and shared the taste with him once more through a passionate kiss.
"Man, I loved that!" Max sighed. "Watching my spunk leak outta your pretty mouth like that and roll down my cock... Man, that was awesome, Derby!"
Derby just smiled up at him.
The two of them laid there in the shade, soaking in their bliss, for almost an hour--Derby sprawled on Max's chest, Max with one arm around Derby and one hand gently cupping his big testicles. When they rose they rinsed off together under that outdoor shower and dressed.