Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2006 00:11:36 -0500
From: Derek Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Derek and Brett - Chapter 1 - Biking

Brett came into the apartment first. He was wearing a fitted grey T with
noticeable sweat on his pits, chest and back. His blue shorts showed off his
tanned legs. Taking a bottle from the fridge, he leaned on the open door
drinking the water, some of it dripping onto his shirt.

Derek came in behind him. He tossed the two bike helmets into the bin next
to the door. His white fitted T was similarly sweat-soaked. Placing his foot
up onto the bench showed of his massive calves. He untied his shoes and
slipped them off.

Brett tossed Derek a water bottle. Brett slipped his shoes off without
untying them and threw them in the direction of the door. Without words,
they both finished their waters and made their way into the bedroom to
change and shower. Derek and Brett had just gone on a 12 mile bike trek.
They both worked out regularly and it showed.

Brett is 21, 6'1", 165 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, light hair on his legs,
and shaved-smooth chest. Brett is the top in this hot duo, very skilled in
the use of his 7" uncut, very thick cock. He has average-sized balls -
completely hairless. The thing Derek loves about Brett's cock is the unusual
amount of foreskin that overhangs Brett's cock head. Even when rock hard,
there is still a good inch of extra foreskin.

Derek is 22, 5' 11", 155 lbs., brown hair, and brown eyes. His chest is
naturally smooth and his legs are slightly hairy. Derek's cock is 6 1/2" cut
with a large mushroom head. His balls are rather large and can stretch
pretty low, with light hair covering them. But Derek's best asset is his
ass. His cheeks are round and smooth, with slight dimples. His ass hole is
perfectly framed in his ass crack, with a small ring of dark hair around his
pucker.

Derek made his way into the bedroom first. He move to the corner of the bed,
near the wall, and slipped his shorts down. Brett had an awesome view -
Derek's shirt lined the top of his jock strap - his ass crack slightly
opened as he bent over - balanced out with his white socks.

Brett came up behind him and slid his package up to Derek's crack. Derek
smiled, stood up and leaned back into Brett. Brett nuzzled his neck and
started nibbling Derek's ear lobe. Derek turned around and they kissed -
very slow, sensual kisses. Brett started nibbling on Derek's bottom lip,
Derek flicking his tongue on Brett's top lip.

Brett worked his hands down to the bottom of Derek's shirt. He slipped his
fingers under the hem and gently caressed Derek's hips. Gripping the shirt,
he slowly made his way up Derek's sides, slightly tickling him as he slid
the shirt up. Derek moved his hands up, slipping his head out of the shirt
hole. With only his forearms remaining in the shirt, Brett moved Derek back
against the wall. He forced his arms up above his head, twisting and
pressing the shirt against the wall - Derek's hands trapped in the fabric.

Taking advantage of his position, Brett slowly licked Derek's right pit. His
pit not very hairy, Brett worked his tongue around the edges of the tuft of
hair, inhaling the workout smell in the process. Moving his right hand to
Derek's left nipple he began to slowly pinch and release the nipple. With
each pinch, Derek let out a very slight moan and arched his head back
against the wall.

Derek had pointed his cock down into his jock sack when he put it on in the
morning. He was regretting that now as he started getting hard in the jock
sack. But with nowhere for his cock to grow, it was confined in the sack.
His cock head was forced lower into the sack, compacting his large balls in
the process. With each pinch of his nipple, he could also feel pre-cum
oozing from his cock head. It started pooling on his balls and soaking into
the jock sack.

While Derek was trying to figure out how he could release his cock, Brett
changed his hands - reaffirming his dominance by holding Derek's hands above
his head with his right hand. This gave his mouth access to Derek's left
nipple. It was already hard and slightly red from the pinching Brett had
been giving it. He flicked his tongue on it, wetting it and warming it down.
He then started nibbling -- biting -- flicking it at random. Derek didn't know
what was coming next. He could feel more pre-cum ooze into his jock sack.

With his free hand, Brett worked his shorts and jock down. His cock popped
out, bouncing from its release. He was able to work them off his legs while
still working Derek's nipple over. Taking his exposed cock head, he started
sliding it against Derek's jock material. He could slide his cock against
the material and force his foreskin down the cock head to expose it. Working
his cock head down, he felt the wetness from Derek's pre-cum on his exposed
head. He moaned at the feeling and sent a jolt through Derek's nipple.

Without releasing Derek from his binding shirt, Brett quickly spun him
around. With Brett holding Derek from behind, he forced the shirt onto the
bedpost. He picked up his jock strap and used it to tie the shirt with
Derek's hands to the bedpost. Derek was now standing at the corner of their
bed, leaned over the corner, with his hands bound to the bedpost. Brett
stood there and admired his lover with his white socks and jock strap, his
slightly exposed ass crack waiting to be taken.

Brett LOVED to take Derek from behind. And Derek LOVED to be taken from
behind. With neither of them speaking a word, Brett started evaluated his
attack. He stepped back and realized that Derek's jock sack was almost
completely soaked with pre-cum. Figuring he must like the feeling of the
binding jock sack, Brett enhanced his feeling. Taking his fingers, he
lightly caressed Derek's ass cheeks along the jock straps that went
diagonally across each cheek. Sliding his fingers up and down the straps, he
eventually worked his fingers under them. Slowly working a good grip on the
straps, Brett twisted the straps and pulled them forward. Derek let out a
deep moan as his cock was squished against his balls. Brett looked down and
could actually see pre-cum ooze out of the jock sack from what must have
been Derek's cock head. He watched it slowly make its way down the sack
where it absorbed back into the jock sack.

Brett took both twisted jock straps into his left hand, further tightening
the jock sack. With his right hand, he gripped his rock hard cock. He slowly
moved the foreskin back, exposing his red cock head. He slid it up and down
the jock sack, getting it wet with Derek's pre-cum. He worked it up and down
and around, coating the head all over. He pulled back for a bit and let the
foreskin cover his cock head. This made sure Derek's pre-cum was evenly
spread on his cock head. Sliding his foreskin back again, he continued
working it into the pre-cum soaked jock sack, preparing his cock head for
entry.

Meanwhile, Derek could feel Brett's cock head as he worked it over the sack.
Derek had never had his cock and balls held against him so tightly. All his
senses were centered on that part of his body. It was so sensitive; Derek
could feel Brett's cock head as if it were skin on skin. He involuntarily
started puckering and un-puckering his asshole in anticipation.

Brett finally felt he had enough of Derek's pre-cum. He moved his cock head
up Derek's crack and rested the head against the hole. He loosened his grip
on the straps - enough to release the pressure on Derek's cock and balls.
This caused Derek's asshole to un-pucker and he let out a sigh. Brett seized
the opportunity and slid his exposed head into the hole. He popped the head
in and stopped. He re-established his tight grip on the jock straps, pulling
the cock and balls even tighter against Derek's body. Derek moaned a deep
moan and his asshole closed hard around Brett's cock. With just the head
inside him, Derek already felt completely filled.

Working a painfully slow rhythm, Brett continued to release and tighten the
pressure. Each time, Derek's asshole opened and closed. It was almost as if
Derek's asshole was pulling Brett's cock in each time. Eventually, Brett had
worked his cock all the way in. He could feel his balls brushing against
Derek's jock sack. It was soaked. Derek was pushing out pre-cum each time
that his asshole closed around Brett's cock.

Brett continued his rhythmic assault on Derek, working his cock slowly all
the way out - only the cock head inside. Brett then changed the rhythm a
bit. He continued to tighten and loosen his grip on Derek's jock straps.
Derek's hole continued to open and tighten closed with each release and
re-grip. Only now, Brett was sliding his cock all the way in between the
tightening. Derek would feel: Brett's cock head, release of the jock sack,
un-puckered asshole, Brett's cock sliding all the way in, jock sack
tightening again, his asshole closing tightly around Brett's cock. Brett
would repeat the same on the out stroke.

With each in-stroke, Derek was letting out a deep guttural moan when his
asshole would close around Brett's deeply buried cock. He would release more
pre-cum into his jock sack. He could feel Brett's balls slap against the
jock sack with a smacking sound. With each out-stroke, Derek would let out a
small imperceptible whine, as if he thought Brett were going to pull all the
way out. Eventually, Brett's balls were covered in Derek's pre-cum and Derek
could feel the pre-cum starting to slide down his legs.

Brett was now right on the edge of cumming. He tightened the grip at the end
of an out-stroke. He lost the rhythm and forgot to release for the next
in-stroke. Keeping the grip on Derek's jock straps, his jock sack was never
released, so his asshole never un-puckered. Brett slid his cock into the
tightest hole. Derek opened his mouth to scream but no noise escaped.

Brett buried himself to the hilt, deep inside Derek. He felt the first spurt
of Derek's cum on his balls. By the second spurt he realized what it was -
Derek was cumming, through the jock strap, onto his balls. The spurts felt
as if there was no material between Derek's cock and Brett's balls. This
sent Brett over the edge. His cock spurted cum into Derek. With each spurt,
Brett involuntarily tried to force himself further into Derek. This caused
his foreskin to peel back within Derek's hole exposing the most sensitive
part of Brett's cock, further heightening his experience.

With both lovers spent, Brett almost fell onto Derek's back. He let go of
the straps. Derek sighed. Reaching up, Brett untied Derek's arms. They
rolled together onto the bed, embracing. Brett reached down and slid Derek's
drenched jock strap off. He hugged him from behind as they lay on their
sides. With the exhaustion of the bike trek and the tightest fuck they had
ever experienced, they fell asleep in each other's arms.