Derek Finally Tells Me Chapter 1
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Derek Finally Tells Me
I walk through the door as Derek lets me in.
"Dude I don't know how this weekend could get any better! I said, throwing my backpack onto the couch in his living room.
"Well I guess it could get better. My parents are going to be out of town for the weekend so you know what that means right?" Derek says plopping down on the couch. "Nothing but beer and video games!"
"No shit! They are?!? Where did you get the beer from?"
"My dad restocked his fridge before he left out in the garage, and I know there is enough there so he wont notice if we grab a few from the back." Derek said sitting down in the chair next to the couch.
"Fuck yeah! This is going to be amazing! I'm going to text my parents now and let them know I'm staying here this weekend." I pull my phone from my pocket a shoot out a text. "So what should we do first?
Derek plops down on the couch, then throws his feet up onto the coffee table. "I was thinking maybe some pizza before video games?"
I send off the text then shove my phone into my pocket. "Hell yeah! I will get the pizza since you are supplying the beer." I said pulling my phone back out.
An hour goes by and our pizza finally shows up. I tip the driver, then close the door behind me. Derek is just coming back from his bedroom upstairs and I watch him walk down the stairs. He had changed into some basketball shorts, and tight fitting white shirt. As he trots down the stairs I see a noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts that sways back and forth as he descends the stairs. I felt like I was watching the package drift side to side for what seemed like a full minute, then I catch myself and look away.
"Finally. I'm starving." he said as he entered the living room.
"Uh yeah" I tripped over my words, still trying to gather my thoughts on why I was checking out my best friends "friend".
"Dude." Derek said as he snapped his fingers. "You okay?"
"Yeah, shit I was just trying to remember if I gave the driver the right tip." I lied.
"You're weird you know that." Derek said, playfully punching my shoulder. "C'mon, let's go eat."
He lead the way to the kitchen and we sat down at the table. There were some paper plates already set out for our pizza, and at some point, Derek had went to get some beers from the garage.
Derek handed me one of the beers, then cracked his own. "To the best weekend we could ever ask for!" he said, raising his can of beer.
I smiled. "The best weekend ever!" I clanked my beer with his, and we both took two good gulps off the bitter cheap beer.
After dinner we both threw away our plates then made our way upstairs to play some video games, uninterrupted. Once we got to Derek's room he pulled out two of his gaming chairs and he sat down.
"Shit, I forgot my bag at home. You think I could borrow some shorts for tonight? I will go home for my bag tomorrow morning."
"No problem!" Derek said, going over to his closet and rifling around. After a few seconds of looking he turned around with a pair of white basketball shorts. " Here ya go." He throws them over to me.
"Thanks! I'm going to go use the pisser and get changed."
"Cool. I'm going to get the game fired up." Derek said, sitting back down in his chair and grabbing his controller.
I made my way down the hall to the bathroom that was situated across from Derek's parents bedroom. I entered, and flipped on the light. I tossed the borrowed shorts onto the sink, then pulled down my own pants. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was a little upset with what I saw. Even though I was only 18, I was still holding onto some of my chunk weight from my early teens. I still had a belly that stuck out, and my love handles came out over the waist band of my boxers. I hated comparing myself to Derek, but he was always on the thinner side, and I envied him. I looked at his shorts that he let me borrow and realized that they were probably going to be a bit tight. After pissing, I tried to pull them up, but the tight material caused my boxer shorts to bunch up, which made the whole situation even worse. They were nearly skin tight around my thighs and knew that I could never wear them. But then I got an idea. Maybe I could just go without the boxers? Sure, they would still be tight, but I would have the discomfort of boxers pinching me all night. I'm sure Derek probably wouldn't appreciate me freeballing in his shorts, but how would he ever know. I pulled down my boxers, then replaced the tight shorts. They were still pretty tight, but manageable. I grabbed my pants, rolled them up, then went back to Derek's room.
I walked through the door and Derek was already in a match online. He was shit talking some kids in the game while I squeezed in front of him to the other side of the room to get to my chair. I dropped my pants in front of his bed.
"I'm destroying these little shits." Derek said while pulling his headset away from his ear.
"Nice!" I said, settling into my chair.
We played for a few hours then decided that we had enough. Derek sat down the controller, then kicked his feet up on his entertainment center.
"This is nice eh?" He said, putting his hands behind his head.
"Hell yeah dude." I said, throwing my own feet up on his bed.
"Can I ask you something dude?" Derek said. His voice becoming more serious now.
"Go for it, man." I said, reacting to the change in voice.
"Have you ever felt like you weren't like everyone else?" Derek said, staring at the ceiling now.
"Uhm, I guess I don't know what you mean." I responded.
"Like, you want to tell someone that care about them more than anyone else? But, you know that it would probably be wrong." He said, trying to intentionally be vague.
"Who is it Derek? What's her name?" I said
"Never mind man. Maybe we should just go to bed." he said, standing up.
"Oh, uh okay." I said, trying to figure out what was going on. I stood up too and made my way over to the floor next to Derek's bed, where I unrolled a sleeping bag, then climbed in. Derek left the room, and I heard the door to the bathroom close.
I was feeling more and more nervous about Derek after what he had said. Was he trying to tell me he had a crush on someone we went to school with? Someone that he worked with? A girl? A guy?
After a few minutes, Derek walked back into the room and climbed into bed without saying a word. He clicked off the lamp, and the room went dark.
"You okay dude?" I asked
"Yeah."
"You wanna talk about anything?"
"Not really."
"C'mon man. I'm your best friend." I said, trying harder to pry out the truth.
"Just leave it dude." He fired back.
"If something is....."
"It's you Chris. You are the one I care about." he cut me off.
"Well, I care about you too Derek. That's what best friends do."
"No, you don't understand. I like you Chris. Like, more than just a friend."
I paused, trying to find what to say to this.
"I knew I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget I ever.."
"No, Derek it's okay. I guess I just never thought of anything like that. It's not that I ever thought being gay was a bad thing. Just never thought you would be...gay."
"It's hard to explain. I just have always felt a closeness to you, and I was always afraid to say anything. I was afraid that it would change our relationship." he said, rolling over to the edge of the bed to look down at me.
"No, no man. Of course it wouldn't change our relationship. Even though I'm not gay, doesn't mean I don't care about you." I said, looking up at him.
"I appreciate you saying that, Chris."
"Don't mention it man." I said, smiling up at him.
"I'm going to go grab some water. You want any?" he said, pulling his covers off and getting out of bed.
"Um, I think I'm all good." I said.
He stepped over me, then walked out of his room again.
My head began to spin. I was not prepared for what he had said. But more importantly, why did I lie to him again? Why did I not confess to him my feelings that I had for him too? I put my hands over my eyes and kept saying "Stupid, stupid stupid" to myself. But right then I got an idea. I removed the tight shorts that Derek had let me use, and pulled my shirt over my head, then hid them both under his bed. I climbed into his bed and hid under the covers, waiting for him to get back. My heart raced. I shriveled up into a ball trying to make myself as small as possible against the wall that his bed was pushed up against. I heard him come into his room, which was still dark.
"Chris?" he said.
I did not respond. He walked over to his bed and pulled back his covers, then sat on his bed and laid back. At first he did not notice me, but when his leg touched mine he shrieked.
"Chris! What the hell?"
"Ha! Gotcha!" I yelled, smiling at him with my devious grin. I saw his eyes lock with mine, then watched as they realized what was happening.
"Chris? Are you....naked?"
"Oh, uh, maybe?" I smiled playfully.
"Wait. Are you?"
"Shhhh. We can talk about all of this in the morning. Why don't we just..." he cut me off with a long kiss on the lips. He put the palm of his hand on my chest and continued to deeply kiss me, sticking his tongue on my lips, then I let him into my mouth. I pushed my tongue against his and we let them dance together.
He pulled his tongue from my mouth, then stood up at the edge of his bed, and looked down at me with intense lust in his eyes. He pulled the tight white shirt from his body, exposing his thin, hairless, torso. He hooked the waist of his shorts, then pulled them to the ground. His massive cock was already hard, and pointing directly at me. It was nearly eight inches long, and had a bit of a curve to his left. I locked eyes with him, then I could not take my eyes of his meat.
"You like?" he said, wrapping his hand around it, stroking it a few times.
I nodded, then crawled over to the edge of the bed, and replaced his hand with mine. I could barely wrap my hand around his girth, and the weight was substantial. I pumped it a few times before sticking my tongue out and licking his tip. I licked around the head of his cock and even dug the tip of my tongue into his piss hole. His head flew back at the sensation. The smell and taste of his unwashed cock was intoxicating. I felt my own cock start to throb as I continued to tongue at his prick.
"Suck it. Please Chris. I can't take it anymore." He said through labored breaths.
I did as he said. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and sat the head of his cock on my tongue. I tightened my lips around his member, and started to force it in as far as it could go, wiggling my tongue along the bottom as I went.
"Oh...fuck that feels so good." he said, placing his hands on his hips as I continued to glide his dick in and out of my mouth.
My mouth was now producing more saliva than ever. I was soaking his cock in my warm spit as I pumped his member in and out of my throat. I began to taste what I knew was precum. It's saltiness began to flood my mouth and I knew he was close. I removed my mouth and looked up at him.
"Holy shit Chris."
"Now it's my turn."
"Oh? You want a little sucking from me huh?" he said, stroking his wet dick.
I shook my head, then began to spin around, presenting my ass to him.
"I see what you want. You sure you can take it?"
"Well that depends, you think that you can actually give it to me?" I said with a smirk, then leaned forward and spread my ass cheeks wide, letting my asshole wink at him.
He then leaned forward and gripped my hip with one, the other was working the tip of his dick up and down my ass crack. I began to moan softly, growing in volume when I felt a glob of his spit drip onto my ass hole, then he began to run it over my pulsing hole.
"Please Derek, stop teasing me. I need it so bad." I said, my chest heaving up and down waiting for him.
He did not respond, but instead pressed his cock against my entrance, then began to force his hard, thick prick into me. I felt my asshole begin to wide and try its hardest to accept his considerable member. I took one last deep breath and I felt it finally break through. I yelped from the pain at first, but I quickly relaxed and Derek could feel when I did because he wasted not time. He pushed the remainder of his dick into me. I felt every inch of his long dick drag against my entrance, and before I knew it, he was completely inside me.
"Holy shit Derek. Fuck you feel so good." I said between moans.
"Your ass is so fucking tight." he said, gently rubbing my ass cheeks while he left his dick in me to allow me to stretch out a bit more before he really fucks me. "You ready?"
I simply nod in response, knowing that I was in for the fuck of my life. He planted both hands firmly on my hips, then pulled himself from me before ramming back into me, causing my body to jolt at the force. He repeated the pounding again, and I felt my already hard dick begin to throb now.
"Fuck yes. Faster. Fuck me faster." I said. I felt a sharp crack across my ass cheeks as he gave it a good slap, then began to jack hammer me. My body rocked forward and back as he assaulted my hole. My head sank between my shoulders on swayed with the ramming coming from behind me. I was now in pure ecstasy as he picked up his pace more and more.
He kept up his pace for another five minutes or so, then I felt something special begin to brew inside of my asshole. His cock began to swell, I knew that he was about to cum.
"Fuck, fuck, holy shit. I'm going to cum. Fuck, im going to cum." Derek said, stuttering trying to get out the words.
"Yes, cum Derek. Cum inside me. Fill me like a bitch." I screamed back to him. The dirty talk must of worked, because he started to erupt like a volcano. His dick filled me as if it was a fire hose. I could feel every inch of my colon heat up from the jizz that was now flooding my guts. "Oh fuck, I feel it, it's so much cum."
"Fuck!" He yelled one last time. I felt his softening cock flop out of me, followed by streams of hot cum run down my legs. I was breathing hard, trying to keep every drop of his cum inside of me.
"BANG" a sound came from down stairs.
"Derek!" a female voice came from down stairs.
"Shit! That's my mom!" Derek said, scurrying to find his clothes.
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