Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 08:22:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Derek Moves In - Chapter 1

There was no way around it. I needed to take on a
roomie. I was starting my third year at university and
money was running thin. For two years I'd managed to
keep my head above water but the heavy class load this
year forced me to cut way back at the part-time job so
I could finish school on time.

My name is Grant Davis. I'm a 21-year-old geek. I hate
to think of myself as a twink but I guess I do sort of
fit the profile. I'm 5'5" 120 pounds and smooth all
over. My brown curls are not quite shoulder length. I
have blue eyes and perfect teeth. I've always envied
the big beefy guys but I guess my boyish face and good
teeth are pretty valuable too.

I'm a chemistry major and spend all my time studying.
It doesn't leave much time for a social life but
that's okay with me. I had a girlfriend in high school
but it just didn't feel right. As I grow older, I find
myself thinking more and more about the guys in my
class and not necessarily the women. Guess I'm in
denial about my true sexuality.

I was dreading the thought of having to take on a
roommate. I have a pretty heavy class load right now
and I knew I would be very distracted sharing the
place with a stranger.

Friday night I met up with my brother Mark and his
wife for dinner. As I explained my situation, Mark
reminded me that the Johnson kid was a freshman this
year and that I should try to look him up. Hmmm. Derek
Johnson. We'd grown up together in a small midwest
town, about 80 miles from nowhere. As my mind began to
drift, and images of Derek entered my thoughts, there
was no question as to my sexuality.

Derek was the high school's all-star baseball hero and
and broke numerous track and field records. Derek was
tall and built the way I always wished I had been. He
stood about six foot two and weighed around 190. Every
muscle in his body was perfectly defined.

"Hello! Earth to Grant!" My brother smacked his spoon
against his water glass. The annoying ringing of the
spoon on the glass almost made me dizzy as Mark tried
to pull me out of my daze. "Whoa, you were out there,"
Mark said. I immediately felt embarrassed even though
no one had any idea what I was thinking at the time.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just afraid I won't be
able to get anything done with someone else in my
apartment." Mark reminded me that Derek was not the
type of kid that parties all night. "He's going to be
a very busy freshman," my brother reassured me.

I went to bed that night thinking about Derek. The
last time I saw him, he had just finished one of his
morning runs and stood at the end of the driveway
talking to my brother. He was wearing skimpy black
running shorts and a white tank top. "What a package,"
I remembered thinking to myself as I stared out from
the garage.

My thoughs over the next few days became more and more
centered around Derek. I tried to put it out of my
mind but the vision of him standing in those shorts,
pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face,
revealing a perfect pack of abs really had me going.

On Friday I called the Johnsons. Mrs. Johnson was very
happy to hear that I was interested in helping Derek
with a place to stay. She gave me his number and
explained that she thought we'd get along just
"swimmingly".

Saturday morning I mustered the courage to call him
up.

"Derek" came the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hi Derek," I managed. "It's Grant Davis from down the
street. You know, Mark's little brother."

"Grant Davis! Hey squirt, how are you." Even though I
was three years his senior, Derek had always called me
squirt because of my slight build. I didn't mind a
bit. It was very endearing and I enjoyed every minute
of it.

"Mark told me you were having a difficult time with
housing," I started. "I have room here if you'd like
to come check the place out, you're welcome to take
the small bedroom."

Derek was thrilled with my offer. Twenty minutes later
he was knocking on my door. I was literally shaking as
I opened the door. I think I may have actually grunted
or moaned or something when I saw him. He's even more
beautiful than I remember. He had his short blond hair
a little shorter than usual and spiked up with gel. As
he came through the door, I noticed his perfect
jawline and the warm and comforting twinkle in his
entrancing green eyes. Although it had only been a
year since I'd last seen him, he had changed. He was
even sexier than I'd remembered and he was definitely
growing up.

My heart was pounding as I showed him around. We
talked about school, our parents, and the losers we
grew up with in small town America. As our
conversation progressed, I became more comfortable as
I realized what a genuinely sweet guy he really was.
Even with world class good looks and outstanding
athletic talent, Derek was a very humble and
down-to-earth gentleman.

Within a couple days, Derek began moving small boxes
in to the little bedroom next to the bathroom. That
weekend, he and one of his high school soccer buddies
brought his bed and computer and several boxes of
clothes. This, I learned, was the extend of his
belongings.

We soon became good friends and very comfortable in
the other's company. Derek mainly stayed in his room
reading or hammering away on the computer keyboard. We
both worked well with each other and got along just
fine. My secret desire for Derek was intense but I
managed to keep it under control.

One night I got up to take a leak in the middle of the
night. When I came out the bathroom, I was looking
straight into Derek's room. He was stretched out on
top of his covers wearing just a pair of white FTL
briefs. Derek was fully erect in the thin white
underwear. My mouth went dry and my cock began to
harden. I quietly moved toward his bedroom door. The
object of my greatest desire was stretched out, sound
asleep and sporting a full-on boner.

I could tell from the outline in his undies that he
was cut. He had a real mushroom. I could even make out
a thick bulging vein running up the side of his cock
that disappeared just below the substantial head. My
breath was coming in gasps and my mouth was so dry I
though I would choke. I drank in this site for several
minutes before quietly sneaking back to my room.

I slid into my bed and reached into my CK boxer
briefs. The top half of my cock was wet with precum. I
hooked the waistband under my balls and pulled my
six-inch cock from base to tip. A thick and steady
stream of precum oozed from my slit, slid down the
topside of my cock and onto my thumb. My cock isn't
exactly gigantic, but it looks perfect on my 120-pound
frame. I ran my thumb and forefinger back up to the
slit and in the process collected as much of the warm,
sweet dick honey that I could. I wiped it on my tongue
and lips.

The taste of my own precum made my already heavy cock
throb with anticipation. As I licked my lips and
savored the taste of my own secretions, I gently and
silently began stroking myself off. Every minute or
so, I'd give it a good squeeze and another stream of
precum would ooze out and onto my fingers.

Visions of Derek's cotton-encased boner swimmed in my
head. I was panting as I neared climax. Just seconds
before cumming, I decided to go get another look at
Derek. I walked the short distance to his room with my
waistband still hooked under by balls. Derek had
rolled completely onto his back now and I had a
perfect view of his bulging whities. He was still rock
hard and sound asleep.

I stood in the doorway drinking in every inch of his
body. From his smooth, tan pecs and tiny nipples to
the rippling abs and treasure trail that disappeared
under his tented panties. I slowly rubbed my fingers
around the slippery fluid that now poured in a steady
stream from my throbbing pink cock. Slowly I slid my
fingers through my own lubricant, coating the
bottomside of my cock as I drank in Derek's beauty.
Precum streamed toward the floor as I neared orgasm.

Derek moved again, this time creating a gap at the leg
band of his briefs, giving me a good view of his left
testicle. It was bigger than a large egg, covered with
blond fur and hung loosely in the warm September air.
The site of his big fuzzy nut was all it took to push
me over.

I immediately began shooting cum into his room in
violent spasms that almost knocked me over. I
literally saw stars as the first three or four ropes
made an audible splat when they hit the floor in front
of me. This was the most intense orgasm of my life. I
had stood right here and stroked myself off looking
inside the legband of my super hot straight roommate's
underwear.

I could barely breath as I tiptoed back to my room. I
wiped off my cock on my CKs and threw them in the
corner before sliding in to bed for a good night's
sleep. It took several minutes for my breathing to
return to normal. I replayed the scene in my head over
and over as I gave in to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, Derek was on the couch
reading. He flashed me his typical warm, inviting
smile and said "hey Squirt!" I almost laughed aloud at
the pun. "Yes, I sure did," I said to myself. "If only
you knew."

Our friendship over the coming weeks grew even
stronger as we helped one another with our classes and
spent evenings together in shared solitude. Derek was
really a beautiful person and very mature for an
18-year-old. I was falling in love. I lusted after him
every minute.

One Saturday morning, Derek had just gotten in the
shower while I sat on my bed reading a boring biology
text. He was singing some old Boston tune while the
steam bellowed out the half-open door. I was pretty
irritated that I couldn't hear my own thoughts over
his off-key yammering so I decided to close the
bathroom door.

As I started to move the door, something caught and
caused the door to bind. It was Derek's briefs. I
peered around the door and could barely make see an
outline of his naked body through the green
polka-dotted shower curtain. I snatched up the briefs
and brought them to my face. My God! They're wet and
they reek of fresh cum. He must have jacked off before
getting in the shower. He probably wiped up with the
briefs. Or maybe he came directly into them. I opened
them up and found the source of the dampness.

It had cooled to room temperature and had begun to
soak in to the cotton briefs, but right there, just
inches from my face was about a tablespoon of Derek's
fresh teen cum. I took another good smell before
scooping up his load with my tongue. I dropped his
briefs and ran back to my room with his salty juice
sitting on my tongue.

The shower was still going and Derek was still
singing. I flopped down on my bed and pulled my
dripping cock out the leg of my cutoff sweatpants. As
I savored Derek's seed, I shot my own load after about
five urgent strokes. I pumped a hot wet load straight
into my left hand and immediately dumped it in my
mouth, mixing it with what was left of Derek's
cockjuice.

My face was hot, my breathing shallow, my pulse
racing. For the first time in my life, I had tasted
the cum of another human being. I began laughing in
that post-orgasmic way.

"It smells like a locker room in here," Derek said,
snapping me out of my stupor. "You should get a
shower."

"Yeah, sure," I said. I was delirious with desire that
afternoon. I couldn't wait to get another taste of
Derek's delicious, creamy boycum. Only next time, I
wanted it hot! And preferably straight from the tap.


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