Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2005 22:50:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Derek Moves In - Chapter 3

Second semester didn't start until Thursday so I had a
couple days' break to catch up on personal business
that had fallen behind over the past few very busy
weeks.

Derek was spending a few days with his family and I
had the apartment to myself. He actually gave me a
quick hug when he left this morning. "I'll see you on
Wednesday," he said.

Shit dude. Was I falling in love with Derek or was it
just pure lust? I wasn't sure, but I did know one
thing. Licking and sucking on his beautiful 7.5-inch
cock had left me with just one desire. I absolutely
had to get that thing in my mouth again.

With Derek gone, I decided to snoop around his room.
He was a very neat guy and left his room clean and
tidy. I looked under the bed and peeked in the closet.
Nothing of interest at first site. He didn't have a
dresser, just a plastic storage bin that held his
socks, underwear and those gray sweats that always
made my dick drool.

Sitting right on top of the container and folded
neatly on display was a pair of Derek's white FTL
briefs. "Mmmmm," involuntarily escaped my lips when I
saw them. I immediately brought them to my face. To my
delight, they had been worn.

Derek must have worn them to bed last night. With his
breifs plastered to my face, I drank in his musky
teenboy smell. My cock was already rock hard in my
pjs. I undid the single snap and pulled out my smooth
pink six-incher. I gave it a quick squeeze and a large
drop of precum appeared at the tip. Without even
thinking about it, I scooped it up and licked it from
my fingers.

Holding his briefs to my face and slowly rubbing my
now slippery boner, I flopped down on his bed.
Pictures of last night filled my head as I steadily
picked up the pace of my jacking. Precum was pouring
out of my cock now in a steady stream. I wiped it on
Derek's whities.

His briefs covered my face while I jacked my fat
smooth twink meat until it exploded in my hand. The
first throb of cum landed on my neck and chin, the
second and third throbs brought the most pleasure and
left quarter-sized blobs of thick, creamy spunk all
over my chest.

Three more productive shots were fired before my
orgasm finally subsided. A trickle of runny juice
oozed out of my slit and onto my belly. I cleaned
myself up with Derek's briefs. After I collected
myself and my breathing returned to normal, I folded
them up and put them back on the small plastic storage
bin where he had helf them. "Did he leave them there
for me," I wondered.

The next morning, right after taking my morning piss,
I headed right for Derek's room, those white FTLs in
particular. They smelled fucking wonderful. Sexy hot
jockboy's musky man smell combined with my day old
load of twink cum created an amazing perfume that I
couldn't get enough of. Like a ravenous animal, I
began licking and sucking at the pouch of Derek's
briefs while furiously beating my cock.

I wrapped the damp briefs around my throbbing,
dripping penis and beat off as hard and fast as I
could. I actually heard the fluid squirting out of my
juicy boner as it pumped into Derek's underwear. I was
spent once again.

Wednesday afternoon, I checked the briefs and
discovered that they were still wet from the two times
I had jacked off with them. For a few seconds I
panicked. "Good God, what have I done," I repeated to
myself. Derek was due home in just a few hours. I
decided to just leave them like I found them, with the
addition of two very sizeable loads of twink juice.

Derek got home pretty late Wednesday night. I was
watching TV when he came in. "Hey Squirt," he sounded
very happy to see me.

"Derek, how's it going?" I asked.

"Glad to be home," he said, dragging his bags down the
hall. "I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick," he
added.

"Fine with me," I said. I was sort of freaking out
knowing what he eventually was going to find.

A few minutes later he came out of his bedroom wearing
just jeans. My eyes immediately locked on to his
washboard abs and smooth pecs. His furry little
treasure trail led to a nice bulge in the front of his
blue jeans.

He was holding a towel in one hand and a pair of
briefs in the other. "Hey Squirt, did you do laundry
while I was gone? These smell great!" He quickly
turned and walked to the bathroom. I felt my face go
flush and immediately threw a boner!

When I heard the shower come on, I snuck down the hall
and peaked in his room. Sure enough, the FTLs that I
had blown two loads on were missing from where they
had been sitting for the last few days.

I turned and peeked in through the partially open
bathroom door. The room was filling with steam but I
could clearly see Derek standing near the shower door.
He was sucking and licking at the briefs. I moved
closer and looked down. His sweet upturned jockboy
pecker was rock hard and poking him in the belly just
above his navel. He dropped the undies and ripped open
the cheap plastic shower curtain. Turning his perfect
bubble butt in my direction, he disappeared into the
steam and closed the curtain behind.

I moaned and instinctively groped myself through my
workout shorts. My cock was as hard as it had ever
been. I slid it around inside the tight cotton shorts.
It moved freely in the pool of precum that was already
forming.

There was really nothing more to see, so I went back
to the couch and picked up on my show. It took a few
minutes to get comfortable with a steely hard cock in
my pants but ventually I began to soften up a little
bit.

A few minutes later the shower stopped and I heard
Derek singing in the bathroom. It became hard to focus
on TV as images of his perfectly muscled form entered
my mind. His arms and legs were long and lean. He was
not an overly muscular guy, but ripped in all the
right places.

Derek appeared from the bathroom wearing only a towel.
His hair was wet and matted to his head. He had shaved
the reddish stubble from his chin and cheeks to reveal
his perfectly smooth and chiseled 18-year-old face.

He sat next to me on the couch and asked what I was
watching. I replied that there was really nothing
worth watching. Derek leaned back on the couch and put
his feet up on the coffee table. Although his upper
body was pretty smooth, Derek's legs were covered with
a thick carpet of fuzzy yellow hair. My jock stud was
still damp from the shower with tiny droplets of water
 on his feet and calves. Derek was the total package.
I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

He leaned forward and placed the neatly folded briefs
on the coffee table between us without saying a word.
My mouth went dry. I gulped when I saw what he had
done.

A few moments passed. In a quivering voice, Derek says
"I really like the job you did on those."

I couldn't respond. I was gasping for air, my heart
was pounding. I thought I was going to pass out. My
dick was aching hard and getting pretty slick. A wet
spot was forming in the front of my shorts.

I swallowed hard and reached for the white cotton
undies sitting on the table. I brought them to my face
and took a whiff. I sat them back on the table. "Yeah,
I think they came out pretty good," I squeaked. My
voice was so tense I could barely speak.

"Maybe you could show me how you made them smell so
nice," Derek asked. He was really taking the lead.

"I'll show you. And then you can try it," I replied.

I picked up the damp whities and again brought them to
my nose. I stuck out my tongue and touched the neatly
folded pouch. I smacked my lips, drinking in the salty
flavor of my cum on Derek's undies.

Derek grabbed my hand with his and leaned over to
sniff the moist material. His touch sent a shiver
through my body. My cock throbbed and I felt a surge
of precum ooze from my tip. The wet spot in my shorts
was now a couple of inches across.

Derek let go of my hand and I put the briefs back on
the table. I stood and faced Derek. Slowly I pulled
the drawstring and loosened my fleece workout shorts.
Derek sat up on the edge of the couch, his face inches
from my crotch. He eyed the huge wet spot. "Did you
already..." his voice trailed off.

"No," I said. "I'm just getting started."

Derek smiled. "I have the same problem," he said.
"It's kind of embarrassing sometimes."

"I've never really thought of it as a problem," I
said, as I slid down my shorts. I stood in front of
Derek in nothing but my tight CK boxer briefs which
were now completely soaked in precum. My dick was
twitching and throbbing as I stood silently while
Derek inspected my tented package.

"I've wanted this for as long as I've known you,"
Derek said. Putting his hands on my hips, he turned me
slightly so I was facing him straight on. He tugged at
the waistband of my CKs and slowly pulled them lower.
My curly brown bush came into view. Derek pulled
further, revealing the topside of the base of my hard
prick, which was now being forced downward.

He continued pulling down on my boxer briefs until my
cock sprang free. As it sprung upward, a thick string
of precum flew from the tip and caught Derek from his
chin to his forehead. The shiny thread stretched
square across his lips. Derek jumped back in surprise.
When he realized what had happened, he immediately
licked his lips and wiped my clear honey from his
chin, pushing it toward his open mouth.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned. "You taste incredible."

"There's plenty more where that came from," I teased.
A river of precum ran down the bottomside of my cock.
I squeezed inside and forced out another large drop of
clear sweet fluid.

My CKs were still just below my balls. Derek was
completely transfixed on the image before him and
hadn't moved. I reached for the waistband, and let my
undies dropped to the floor. My pink cock was now in
plain view and bobbing up and down in time with my
heart beat.

Slowly Derek moved his hands up my thighs and toward
my rock hard twink cock. With his hands flat against
my pubes, his thumbs met under my balls. He slid his
hands tightly together, forcing my balls to bulge out.
He pulled down and brought the tip of my juicy pole in
line with his lips.

Closing the distance, Derek brought the head of my
cock to his lips. His tongue gently found its way to
my slit. He licked the ample precum from the end of my
dick then released me as he fell back into the couch.

He was breathing very heavily. His perfect chest
heaving with each breath. His hands shook. Tipping his
head back, Derek licked his lips, savoring my honey
with his eyes closed. He caught his breath and opened
his eyes. When our eyes made contact, we both smiled
and stuck out our tongues. We laughed. Derek again
licked his lips.

"I need some of that," I whimpered, my voice shaking.

Derek, still reclining against the back of the couch,
pulled open the towel with both hands. I watched as
his long, slender cock came into view.

"See, I told you. Mine gets pretty wet too," Derek
said, pointing out the huge pool of slippery stuff
that had collected on his right thigh, just below his
waist. He grabbed his cock in his left hand and milked
it from base to tip. What looked like half a teaspoon
of precum rose from the wide slit and flowed over his
gigantic mushroom head.

I dropped to my knees. Derek's fuzzy balls were
hanging low. God, they were huge. Bigger than the
biggest chicken egg I'd ever seen. I leaned in close.
The clean musky smell of his crotch overpowered me. I
lusted for this boy like nothing else. Derek pushed
his cock toward my mouth. I ran my tongue up his slit
and swirled it around the bulging, oversized head.

Bending forward, I took about half of his cock into my
mouth. I closed my mouth around it and nursed on it
for quite a few minutes. His salty sweet boy nectar
tasted like candy and flowed freely from his meaty
pole. I lifted his balls in my hand while pushing my
mouth further down on his veiny shaft.

Derek's moaning and gyrations powered me further. His
balls were as heavy as they looked. I rolled them
around in his loose furry sac. When I had cleaned all
the precum from his drooling tool, I took one of his
jockboy nuts in my mouth. It was all I could do to get
it past my teeth without causing him pain.

I let my hand explore his richly-textured penis while
I rolled his furry nut around in my mouth. Suddenly I
felt very close to cumming.

Reluctantly, I let go of his beautiful cock and spit
his huge nut out of my mouth. I sat up to catch my
breath. Derek had closed his eyes. He was smiling and
rubbing his right nipple between his thumb and
forefinger.

"Dude," I panted. "I need to take a break or I'm going
to cum."

"Yeah, me too," he said. "I was getting real close."

This was more sensory input that I had ever
experienced and it was having its toll. I wanted to
cum so bad and at the same time, I wanted this moment
to last forever.

I sat on the floor between Derek's legs, my back
against the couch. He slid forward and stroked my
cheek with his dripping cock. I turned and allowed him
to rub his sticky tip across my lips. I couldn't take
much more of this.

Derek climbed down from the sofa and sat directly in
front of me. We slid closer until our cocks touched.
He grabbed them both together in his fist. Slowly, he
ground his veiny jock cock against my smaller,
smoother twink dick. Rivers of precum were pouring out
of both of us. Soon, the combined volume of precum had
us both drenched and sliding around in a slippery
coating of sticky dick honey.

We both alternated between staring into one another's
eyes and watching the show that was going on between
our legs. Derek expertly ground our cocks against each
other then suddenly began furiously jacking them in
his fist.

Derek's long fingers easily held us tight together. It
was just a few strokes before we simultaneously
exploded into a fucking geyser of cum. It was
everywhere! Both of our faces, chests and bellies were
covered with clear and white droplets. It was running
down our bodies in streams. Derek's hand was soaking
wet as he beat the hell out of our meat. We both
whimpered and moaned as our cocks unloaded the biggest
loads either of us had ever produced.

The throbbing and pumping went on for what seemed like
five minutes. It took a long time for me to relax.
Every time I felt Derek's cock twitch, mine would
respond with a throb of its own. Derek held us tightly
together until we both began to go soft.

He laid down on his back in front of the couch. I sat
between his legs, my dick resting against his balls.
The blissful look on his face was the most beautiful
thing I'd ever seen. I ran my hands over his hard
rippling abs and rubbed our combined cum into a white
gluey paste.

I climbed on top of my hot college jock and kissed him
hard on the lips. We were sliding around in cum as we
kissed and ground our sensitive and well spent cocks
together. Derek picked the briefs from the coffee
table and wiped us both down. He brought the soaking
wet cotton to his face and inhaled. He then shared the
experience by holding the drenched whities over my
face while I took a good whiff.

We both knew that with classes starting early in the
morning, we would have to call it a night.

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Thank you for all the outstanding feedback. There will
be at least one more chapter as these virgin boys
teach each other what joys their bodies can bring
them. Your encouraging comments are well appreciated.
Thank you.

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