My Steps to Derrick

The memory of that night still lingered, a mix of excitement and nervousness as I recalled the moment I met Derrick on the first day of school. I was the new kid at a small Christian school, and the entire student body was crammed into three rooms on the top floor of a small building across the street from the church it was affiliated with.

“You’re obviously the new guy,” Derrick said with a warm smile, his tan skin glistening in the fluorescent lighting. “The teacher asked me to show you around, so unless you have other plans, you’ll be with me all day.” I instantly liked him and knew I’d be fantasizing about him later that night.

As we spent more time together, I grew increasingly attracted to him. We’d sit together in class, eat lunch together, and even sing in the choir together. I caught him looking at me in my underwear during P.E., and I suspected he might be thinking the same things I was.

After four months of being inseparable, Derrick asked me to spend the night at his house. I’d fantasized about sharing a bed with him countless times, and I couldn’t wait to see if my dreams would become a reality.

The night before, I lay in bed thinking about what might happen. I’d played around with friends before, but this was different. I wanted to take it to the next level, and I was excited to see if Derrick felt the same way.

As I arrived at Derrick’s house on Friday night, his mom served us a dinner I’d rather forget. But I didn’t care – all I wanted to do was get to bed and start the night. Derrick’s dad put on a ridiculously long movie, but I tuned it out, too focused on the excitement building inside me.

Derrick kept sneaking touches throughout the evening, grazing my arm or back with his hand. The contact was almost imperceptible, but I felt it, and I knew he was just as nervous as I was.

Finally, the movie ended, and we went up to his room. His mom called up to us, reminding us to say our prayers. I prayed she wouldn’t walk in on us, not just yet.

“What side of the bed do you want?” Derrick asked, stripping down to his briefs in a flash. I picked a side and started undressing, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“So, just so you know, I tend to hog the bed,” Derrick said with a smile. “If you wake up and I’m all over you, feel free to push me away… if you want.” I knew exactly what he meant, and I couldn’t wait to find out.

As we settled into bed, I asked Derrick if I could give him a massage. He flipped over onto his stomach, and I sat between his legs, rubbing his calves until I worked my way up to his ass. He let out a soft moan, and I took it as an invitation to keep going.

I slid my hands up to his ass, rubbing it gently until he lifted his butt up to my touch. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, and I lingered longer on his perfect ass, making him moan with pleasure.

Just as I was about to pull his briefs down, Derrick rolled over onto his back, his legs splayed to either side of me. His bulge was obvious, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I rubbed his thighs, and he moaned, his breath getting heavier as I worked my way up to his underwear.

“Do you want me to rub it?” I whispered.

“Oh, god yes,” Derrick replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I placed my palm on his briefs, moving my hand in slow, circular motions until I was rubbing his cock through his underwear. He writhed on the bed, his body responding to my touch.

After a few minutes, Derrick said, “Your turn,” and we switched places. He sat between my legs, his hands flat on either side of my boner, rubbing up and down until I was moaning with pleasure.

He lightly ran his fingertips from the head of my cock to my balls, and I couldn’t help but slip my underwear down. Derrick pulled them off, and his hands went back to my shaft, stroking me until I was about to explode.

“Lay on your back again,” I told him, and we switched places once more. His young body glowed in the dim light, and I couldn’t resist lying on top of him.

I pressed my face down on his bulge, feeling his pre-cum through his underwear. I kissed it, nuzzled it, and licked it until Derrick reached down and stripped off his underwear.

I took his cock in my hand, bringing my mouth to the base of his shaft. I slowly licked my way up, making him moan and writhe beneath me. I slid my tongue over the tip, and the taste of his sweet pre-cum made my eyes roll back in my head.

I took the head into my mouth, starting to move my head up and down as Derrick pushed it up to get even further in. I looked up at him, finding him watching me with a mix of shock and arousal.

With one hand, I rubbed his tummy and chest, and with the other, I started tickling his balls. Derrick flexed, his cheeks tightening around my cock as I pumped it against him.

I came hard, burying my face in his neck as I pumped my load into his crack. Derrick’s ass gripped me tightly, making every pump heightened with pleasure.

As I slowed down and collapsed on top of him, Derrick moved his ass in slow, tiny circles with my cock still lodged between his cheeks. It was all so wet that I thought about asking him if I could slide the tip in, but I decided to save it for another time.

Eventually, we got up, cleaned ourselves up, and put our underwear back on. We slid under the covers, and without saying a word, fell asleep. I only woke up once during the night to find Derrick’s hand down my briefs, stroking my cock. Here we go again…