Derek and Brett – Chapter 5 – The Rock
It's been 8 years since I started the Derek and Brett series. For those who have been waiting for the last 6 chapters, please accept my apologies; it took me a long time to get back to it. Here's chapter 5; I'll be working on the others. You can thank a reader, Brent James, who emailed me and asked me if I ever finished the remaining chapters. He inspired me to finally finish what I started. I hope you enjoy it.
All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com.
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.
The Rock
Derek was sitting in the front of the canoe; he was having difficulty leaning forward. The blazing sun had caused his ball sac to stretch and hang even lower than normal, his large balls swung forward and backward with each paddle stroke. Each time he leaned forward to dig his paddle into the water, his ball sac would swing into the hot bench causing him to wince slightly. But relief would come as he hurriedly completed each paddle stroke; his balls would swing forward and be cooled slightly by the air. His cock was hard from all the sensations and was pointing skyward between his spread legs. It would bob left and right each time he would move. On top of all that, light breezes of air would further touch upon his cock head, keeping him in a randy state of hardness.
Brett was in the back of the canoe; he had a close up view of Derek's muscular shoulders, the combination of sweat and sun screen making his muscles glisten with each reach forward with the canoe paddle. Small beads of sweat had been slowly making their way down Derek's back and collecting at the entrance to his ass crack before slowly, tantalizingly dripping into the crack. Brett was just imagining the beads of sweat mixing into the slight ring of hair around Derek's hole. The thoughts had given Brett a full on boner as soon as he sat behind Brett in the canoe. The fact that Derek's ass cheeks - which were pretty fine to begin with in Brett's opinion - were flexing with each paddle stroke, kept Brett in a hardened state the whole trip across the lake. His cock had been dripping pre-cum along the way and a few drops of it had fallen between his legs onto the floor of the canoe.
The boys had been sent on their canoe adventure, initially by Madam Osma in search of the general store, and then by Chet, who had given them a cloth with three spherical rocks and instructions on what to do with them. They were in search of the island in the middle of the lake, where they would take part in a bonding ceremony at the top of the large rock formation jutting up out of the island. As they made their way to the middle of the lake surrounded by trees and mountains, they were so alert to everything around them. The sun was warm on their skin, giving each of them a slight glistening of sweat, but not too hot that it was overbearing. The air was crisp and clean, the scent of the fresh lake water overwhelming their senses. The sound of the rushing water as the canoe paddles hit the surface rippled through the silence and calm of the whole area.
As they approached the island, they could see a large rock shape projecting upward from the island; that was their ultimate goal. The far side of the island had a secluded cove where the lake water came to a sandy shore. There was about twenty-five feet of fine sand warmed by the sun before a small row of sparse bushes with a narrow path cut between them. The path led to the base of a massive rock outcropping which sloped up into a thick set of trees and reached above the tree line up into the sky about fifty feet.
The boys paddled the canoe into the cove and stepped out into the lake when they were close to shore. The water was warm and comforting on their feet and calves. And as they pulled the canoe onto the beach, they felt the searing sand particles sting their feet – not enough that it burned, but enough that they did not let their feet stay in one place for more than a second or two without stepping to find relief. They were covered in sweat from the exertion of the journey and they both still had their hard-ons caused by all the sensations they encountered on the canoe trip over – as well as the horny anticipation of the ceremony they were about to take part in.
Following the path, Brett took the lead, his hard uncut dick pointing the way. Derek followed behind, his low-hanging ball sac hitting his hot thighs as he walked causing him to step gingerly so as to make sure his sensitive balls weren't too overstimulated. They found the makeshift steps that led to the top and started climbing. The combination of a light breeze mixed with the burning sun was slowly replaced by a cool quietness as they got high enough for the thick leaves in the trees to block both. As they got closer to the top, the sun started to beat down on them again and the breeze was almost just a whisper. They now found themselves above the trees and sweat started to form again on their bodies as the sun now had unrestricted access to them. They reached the top and found what they were looking for.
Chet had told them they would find a place at the very top where the natives had carved a ceremonial area into the smooth rock. At the top, the rock jutted up about fifteen feet at a slight angle. Carved into it was a set of shallow indentations. One set of indentations was a darker grey than the rest of the rock and it looked like the shape of a person sitting in a chair; it had a space for a head and torso with the arms slightly bent at the elbows and hands raised up to above where the head would go. There were no carvings for the legs or feet, but they could see there were two grey rocks shaped like pedestals that jutted upward where feet would go. On both sides of the grey carvings were white vertical indentations that ran the length of the grey torso section with deeper holes at the bottom of the white indentations. Above the grey head indentation was a small black carving that looked like a little shelf. Below that were three small black holes.
Derek and Brett recognized the grey and white patterns that Chet had described and knew what they needed to do. The ceremony was intended to solidify the commitment of two lovers using the sun, water, and earth to bind them together. The top in the relationship – Brett - would sit in the grey indentations & the bottom – Derek – would straddle on top of his partner using the white indentations. Derek would then insert the three spheres into the black holes in sequence to complete the ceremony.
Brett was a bit hesitant. He could see that once he was seated in the grey indentations he would need to put his feet onto the pedestals. Because of the angle he would be lying back and the height of the pedestals, his ass cheeks would be spread open exposing his asshole to the open air. Brett was not into having his ass looked at, touched, or included in love-making in any way. But in the moments of hesitation, he realized he would do anything for Derek. Besides, it was just the two of them up there and Derek would be straddling his body; no one would even see if his ass was exposed to the open air.
Derek recognized what Brett was thinking and tried to comfort him. "You love me, right?" It was there way of saying `I love you' without sounding trite. Brett smiled and chuckled as he looked into Derek's eyes. "Of course I do," he said and planted a gentle kiss on Derek's lips. Both of their cocks – still rock hard from the anticipation of what might be coming next – twitched at the same time and were left bobbing between them.
Brett climbed up onto the rock and laid his body into the grey carvings - lining up his head, torso, and arms with the indentations formed in the rock. The rock surface was hot to the touch and it took Brett a bit of effort to ease his body in. Once his body had adjusted to the heat, he let out a deep sigh and lifted one of his legs and placed his foot on the pedestal. He then gingerly lifted his other leg and placed his other foot on the other pedestal. Brett moved slowly with his second foot, because he didn't think the small lip of rock at the base of his ass would hold him – he thought he would slip right off the rock. But he didn't. The pedestals were high enough to cause his knees to bend and put pressure onto his back, so he was held in place on the rock. The heat from the rock and the sun was engulfing his body, causing the muscles in his body to slowly become relaxed.
Derek watched as Brett got into place. As Brett put his legs into place, he almost sunk into the rock as his muscles absorbed the heat and relaxed him. Derek could see that Brett's ass was completely exposed, but he avoided looking directly at it; he didn't want Brett to feel uncomfortable about it. He moved closer to Brett and started to climb into his position. He reached up and placed the cloth with the three stones onto the black shelf. Derek then reached up with each hand and interlaced his fingers with Brett's. They both closed their hands and Derek now had enough leverage to pull his body up over Brett. He found each of the foot holes at the bottom of the white carvings and his calves fit perfectly into the indentations on the sides of Brett's torso. He sunk down, letting his knees settle into the white indentations. His knees were almost in Brett's armpits as his cock and balls gently rested on Brett's abs. He lay all the way down and was now straddling his lover, with his legs sinking into the rock much like Bret's body had done.
Now both boys were in position. Brett was on his back, lying at an angle, with his knees pulled up and asshole completely exposed below him. Derek was straddling him, his feet and knees embedded into the white indentations of the rock. His arms lined up with Brett's; their fingers interlaced as they held hands. The sweat on their chests blended to create a seal holding both of them in place, the heat from the rock and sun almost searing them together. Brett's cock was still rock hard and pointing upward. Derek's ass crack was spread wide open because of the way he was straddling Brett and his hole was less than an inch from Brett's swollen cock head. Derek's cock was also still hard, pressed between Brett's sweaty abs and his own. Derek's ball sac continued to be over-heated by the sun and was stretched low, mingling in Brett's bush. Derek's balls were so heated and stretched that they made their way down to either side of the base of Brett's cock; Brett could feel their weight – one on each side – pressing down on his own balls.
Derek started out with his face looking directly into Brett's, but the heat from the rock and the sun made it difficult for him to hold his head up, so he finally gave up and rested his chin on Brett's shoulder. This made it so Brett's mouth was right at Derek's ear and Derek's mouth at Brett's ear. And because they were now sunk a bit into the rock indentations, they could no longer hear anything other than the sound of each other's breathing; they could feel the beating of each other's hearts; they could gently sense each other's breath. In no time at all, their rhythms became synchronized.
Chet had told them that once they were in position, it was Derek's job to place the spheres one-at-a-time into the holes. After each sphere was in place, Derek would know when to place the next one. After all three were in place, they would be bonded for life. They didn't know what specifically would happen, but they were both mentally committed to seeing this to the end. And physically, they were as close as they could be without making love and ready to experience whatever came next.
"I'm ready when you are, babe," whispered Brett. And even though the heat had pretty much exhausted all the muscles in his body, he had managed to lift his lips just enough to take a small nibble out of Derek's ear after he spoke.
"OK, here goes," said Derek. He loosened his grip on Brett's left hand and Brett spread his fingers to release Derek. Derek felt above him for the cloth and removed one of the spherical rocks. He felt for the three holes and found the first one. He inserted the spherical rock into the hole and slid it around until the flat part of the sphere lined up with the flat of the rock face. He put his hand back into Brett's and they interlaced them once again. They both waited for what came next.
Nothing happened. Brett could feel Derek's chest expand and collapse as his sweaty chest slid ever so slightly against his. As Brett's chest expanded on each breath he took in, Derek's chest would collapse at the same time as he exhaled. They both realized that their breathing had become harmonized.
The boys waited in anticipation for what was next, but still nothing happened. Derek could feel the soft breath of Brett's exhales as they waited. And Brett could feel Derek's breath too. It was the only thing they could hear as the soft breath of each lover gently whispered by the other's ear.
A few minutes passed, but still nothing happened. They could each feel the other's heartbeat and they realized they were beating in the same rhythm. Both boys had never really taken the time to tune into these aspects of each other's body. Even though they were practically baking from the heat of the rock and the sun; a series of goose bumps swept across the boys at the same time. They had each realized how much they were in tune with each other and it triggered their skin's reaction.
Ten minutes had passed and still nothing happened.
"Are you sure you did it right?" asked Brett. His exhaustion from the heat was almost completely consuming him and his question came out as all breath. But Derek was so in tune with Brett's body at that moment that he knew what Brett said. The heat of the sun was baking Derek's backside relaxing all of his body's muscles, draining all of his energy. He just could not take a breath deep enough to respond.
But, he didn't have to. Finally, something started to happen. From the edges of the grey and white rock indentations, water started to trickle out of microscopic holes in the rock. The water was hot – as hot as the rock and sun were. Except where the boys' heads were, water started to fill the space where Brett was lying and where Derek's legs were embedded in the rock. The heat overwhelmed both boys. The water flowed at a gentle pace completely enveloping Brett's and Derek's bodies as they were practically part of the rock now. Little jets of water began shooting up and onto Brett's knees, thighs and feet that were still exposed to the hot sunlight. Their heads and necks were the only parts of their bodies which were not covered by the flow of hot water coming out of the rock. Its pace was a nice, calming, gentle flow. But its heat was intense as it worked to relax the boys' muscles, continuing what the heated rock and burning sun had started. The water came from within the rock, washed over their bodies, and then slid off the side of the rock-face forming a small stream that led back down to the lake.
As the water began, they experienced a slight panic together – they both instantly thought they might be overwhelmed by it and drown. But at the same moment they both realized that wouldn't happen. And in exact unison, they both relaxed knowing they were safe. As the hot water continued to cascade over the boys, they closed their eyes simultaneously. They continued breathing in synchronization; their chests expanding and collapsing in counter-rhythm; their hearts beating in the exact same pattern. The more the hot water continued to flow, the more they relaxed and focused on each other's body cues.
The water flowed for several minutes. The heat of the sun and rock and now the water was becoming too much for them. Brett realized the sensations he was feeling with Derek were the most incredible feelings he'd ever felt without being inside him. He reasoned if this is as far as this goes, then he's good with that. The comfort he felt being this close to Derek was more than he ever imagined and he mentally decided to just lay back and enjoy it. It was then that Brett's last line of resistance finally gave way. You see, from the moment Brett had lay down into the indentations in the rock, his asshole had been determined to remain clenched shut. Brett had mentally conceded that he would get on the rock and that his ass cheeks would spread open and even that his asshole would be exposed. But he had unconsciously decided his hole was going to remain closed no matter what happened. And since the beginning, his hole was firmly clenched shut. As the heat from the rock, sun, and water worked over his muscles, one by one each muscle finally gave up and relaxed. The final holdout was his asshole muscle. And it finally began to open up, slowly unpuckering; the pleats around his hole gradually unfolding.
A feeling of dread swept over Brett as he now realized his asshole was opening up. The hot water that was flowing over his body had been flowing into his ass crack. But now that his asshole had finally given up and was unpuckering, the hot water began to dance on skin that had never been exposed to such sensations before. He was powerless to stop it. With the shock of this new feeling, Brett took a deep breath and held it.
Derek was so in synch with Brett that he could sense what was happening. And at almost the same time, Derek took a deep breath too and held it. The harmonized expansion in both their chests caused a shift in their bodies. The sweat mixed with sunscreen and hot water between their two bodies made it slick and Derek's body slid ever-so-slightly down Brett's chest. Both boys instantly felt the shift. Derek could now feel the definite pressure of Brett's cockhead gently kissing his asshole. And Brett knew that Derek's ass had slid just enough that he could feel the puckering hole of his lover just lightly touching the edge of his cockhead. Both wanted to complete the connection and slide Brett's cock into Derek's inviting hole, but neither could move their muscles to make it happen. The heat of the sun and rock and now the water had exhausted them.
As the boys continued to hold their breath, Brett's heart began to race. So did Derek's. Derek's hole relaxed seconds after Brett's. The pre-cum dripping tip of Brett's cock nestled in the small opening that was formed. It's too bad Brett could not see what it looked like – he loved to look at his cock just as it was about to enter Derek. Derek's ass cheeks were spread pretty wide; the ring of hair that circled Derek's hole was wet, the hot water continuing to cascade over it; Brett's foreskin was lazily fluttering against the edge of Derek's hole from the flow of hot water pouring over it. A slight wisp of steam began to rise from where Brett's foreskin-covered cockhead kissed the opening of Derek's hole.
Brett became more accustomed to the lapping of water on his previously untouched hole and Derek reveled in the feeling of Brett's cock gently pressing at his hole. After a good thirty seconds, the boys exhaled simultaneously. Their breathing slowed back to the pace they had before the water began to flow. Their heartbeat patterns returned to the same familiar beating. Brett felt a calm serenity spread over him. The fear he had always had of his ass being included in love-making had been blown so far out of proportion over time that he was relieved to feel the wonderful sensation of the hot water as it massaged his hole for the first time. And he was especially happy that Derek was there to help him through it. Even though Derek wasn't doing anything in particular, he was there. He would always be there. Derek sensed the emotion and sensations that Brett was feeling. He could feel that first layer of Brett's trepidation fall away. And a feeling of contentment swept over Derek. He was so happy he could be there for Brett's first assplay experience.
And now, Derek instinctively knew they were ready for the next rock. He spread his fingers thinking he would have to peel them away from Brett's. But Brett's fingers were now loosely entwined between Derek's from his muscles relaxing and it was easy for Derek to free his hand. As he reached up for the next spherical stone, he could feel the hot air dry his dripping wet hand. He retrieved the second stone, felt around for the second hole, and put the stone in moving it around until the flat surface was flush with the rock. His now heavy arm splashed back down onto Brett's as he feebly tried to grasp Brett's fingers again. He gently whispered, "Get ready babe", to Brett. But Brett was still lost in all the sensations he was feeling and barely heard him speak.
As with the first stone, nothing happened for a while. They began to forget something was supposed to happen and they got lost in each other's bodies again – their heartbeats; their breathing; Brett's dripping cockhead patiently waiting to enter its favorite place; and for Brett, the new sensation of hot water gently licking at his asshole.
Then it happened. New streams of water began to flow from within the rock. But these were not the same gentle flowing streams that were lapping over them. These were targeted jets of water coming from the top of the rock in line with where Derek's shoulders were. There were six jets in all, three on each side of them. They came out from the rock and hit directly onto Derek's shoulders, with a force that half-startled the boys.
The power of the jets was so strong it started sliding Derek down Brett's body as the boys' slick abs and chest could not resist the force of the water. The only potential resistance was Brett's cock, which might have prevented any more movement. But it was lined up with Derek's hole, so there was no other place for it to go; it was going inside Derek. The force of the jets was strong. But because of the dead-weight of Derek's muscles, his body moved down Brett at a tantalizingly slow rate. Everything happened very slowly. And the boys could feel every moment of it.
Derek's hole was relaxed and open, but not wide enough to take the girth of Brett's cock without some resistance. So as Derek's body moved ever-so-slowly down, the first sensation Brett felt was his foreskin slowly peeling back as his cock head was gently swallowed by Derek's hole. With each millimeter, Brett's foreskin was forced downward, his cockhead enjoying the feeling as the muscle-ring of Derek's outer hole parted. The pre-cum that was hiding inside Brett's cock slit was forced out and dribbled inside Derek's hole. As the foreskin was finally moved enough to expose the entire cockhead – putting just the head of Brett's cock inside Derek – both boys moaned in unison. Brett's asshole involuntarily squeezed shut as the boys moaned. And then it relaxed again. The sensation of the hot water caressing his hole, then a momentary pause, then hot water lapping at his sensitive hole again caused Brett to make the motions as if he were moaning a second time. But no sound came out; his lips parted, his lungs expelled air, but it was a silent exhibition of the sensations he was feeling.
Brett's cock continued its determined drive into Derek's asshole as the jets continued to push Derek further down. The muscles inside Derek parted as Brett's cockhead penetrated inside. Derek could feel the girth as his hole was stretched open. And Brett could feel the tight pressure on his cockhead as it slowly slid into his lover. Further and further Brett's cock was driven into Derek on a steady, teasingly slow pace.
As the ridge of Brett's cockhead, where his foreskin had been forced to gather, finally penetrated Derek, the boys moaned in unison again. Again, Brett experienced the involuntary closing and opening of his hole, followed by the silent moan of ecstasy from the sensation. The jets of water continued the slow downward slide of Derek's body. And Derek tried to will Brett's cockhead to move closer to his spot - the spot that gave Derek so much pleasure when Brett's cock hit it just right.
Brett could feel Derek's ballsac, which until now had weighed heavily on either side of the base of his cock with hot, heavy pressure on his own balls, begin to tighten ever so slightly. This caused Derek's balls to begin their slow journey closer to his body as the anticipation of Brett's cockhead hitting his spot heightened his arousal.
Over the next fifteen minutes, the new jets of water continued a constant assault on Derek's shoulders. Derek's asshole continued to slowly swallow Brett's cock as Derek and Brett were pushed closer together. All but a half inch of Brett's cock had penetrated Derek now. Derek's ball sac, which had been battered by the heat and hanging so low, was now almost tight up against his body. And Derek was almost beside himself with anticipation of his spot finally being touched by his lover's cockhead. As Brett's cock continued to move closer and closer, Derek was so focused on the feeling of the hot skin of Brett's cock stretching his insides; where his cockhead was; how hot it felt inside him; how far away it was from hitting his spot; yet how agonizingly close it was. Derek knew it was just right there only a few more millimeters and he would be in ecstasy, but not quite yet.
As Brett's cock had slowly made its way into Derek, the boys continued to moan at each new interval of sensation. Each time this was followed by Brett's involuntary clenching and unclenching of his hole, and then his silent moan. Brett realized now that he was not only enjoying the sensation, but anticipating it. He wanted it to happen. The overheating prevented him from being able to move his asshole muscle-ring, so he was at the mercy of whatever senses were involuntary causing him to tighten and relax his asshole muscle. So he waited and anticipated each incremental movement of his cockhead driving deeper inside his lover. When he would feel himself and Derek about to moan in unison, he would shift his focus to his asshole, concentrating on making the most of the sensations not wanting it to end.
While the boys were certainly focused on their individual sensations, what was happening to their partner was not lost on them. The ceremony had somehow connected them in a way they could not have imagined. Brett knew that he was so close to Derek's spot and he sensed how desperate Derek was for him to go deeper. And Derek could sense Brett's new sensations. He could feel Brett's second silent moans and knew from personal experience how blissful the feelings on Brett's asshole were making him feel.
And then the jets stopped. The water pouring from the rock-face with the first stone continued to flow, but the new jets – the ones that had given the boys so much pleasure in uniting them – had stopped. A wave of disappointment swept over both boys. Brett lamented the loss of the new sensations in his asshole. He desperately tried to squeeze his asshole closed to recreate the feeling but could not. And Derek, poor Derek; Brett's cockhead was so close. Just a little bit more and Derek knew Brett would hit his spot.
In desperation, Derek lifted his hand and tried to push against the rock to push himself down all the way onto Brett's cock. But his muscles were too weak; he didn't move one bit. Frantic with pent up sexual tension, his hand wildly flailed around looking for the third spherical stone. He found it and aimlessly tried to find the final hole in the rock. After a good two minutes of searching he found it; placed the stone into the hole; and moved it around until the flat part was aligned with the rock-face surface.
A mixture of relief, anxiety, and anticipation swept over the boys. They had no idea what was to come next, but they both knew they could not stay on the edge of completion like this. But they should have predicted it would not come quickly. Just like with the two previous stones, nothing happened. Their heart rates synchronized again; they inhaled and exhaled in opposite patterns again, and they heard nothing except their slow shallow breathing and the rushing water that practically trapped them against the rock with its muscle-sapping heat. They stayed like that for a little over five minutes; the boys were focused on each again. Shared thoughts were running through their minds – how happy each was with the other; how thrilled they were when their lover was happy; random moments they shared together; when they first met; when they first made love – all these feeling and thoughts raced by as they reveled in each other.
Then, the third stone kicked in. The jets that were focused on Derek's shoulders started again with the same persistence and force as before. But they were joined by a new jet. It came up from below the boys, from in between Brett's feet. It focused directly on the base of Brett's cock, which at the angle he was laying, hit straight onto his ball sac. The jet hit with such pressure that Brett's cock flared upward. And with the jets pushing on Derek's shoulders, he started to slide downward again.
Within moments, Brett's cock had found its target and was pressing relentlessly against Derek's spot. Brett loved the full sensation of his entire cock being hugged tightly within his lover. And Derek, of course, was elated that his spot was being stimulated. Both boys opened their mouths at the same time and moaned. Brett's moan was a short passionate love-making grunt. But Derek's moan was long and low and carnal. As Derek breathed in, it was raspy. As he breathed out, it was the same long, low, guttural moan of someone who was in complete rapture and had no control over it.
But that was not all. At the same time, an additional stream of water was making some mischief. One final jet of water, a pulse of water really, came out of the rock and was directed squarely on Brett's exposed asshole. The first pulse hit just as Brett's cock made its connection deep inside Derek. It hit right in the middle of Brett's asshole almost as if someone took their finger and quickly poked at his hole. The sensation was a quick, sharp jab of water. And immediately Brett knew he was in for a whole new set of sensations. After the first pulse of water, Brett's hole clenched and unclenched very quickly – almost as if it was trying to lap at the water to take it inside. This rapid muscle spasm caused Brett to let out an audible moan. It was higher pitched, in a pleading tone, almost begging. It was the kind of moan where you're not quite sure if they are begging for it to stop or begging for it to keep going.
The next pulse hit just as Brett's lungs were full of air on his next breath. The quick spasm of his asshole muscle-ring was all Brett was focused on. It caused his cock muscle to tighten and flare upward, and his cockhead to push more against Derek's spot. As Brett exhaled, his pleading moan echoed off of the rock and filled Derek's ears with a sound he had never heard Brett make before. At the same time, Derek was on a raspy inhale. As Brett finished his moan and tried to take in another breath, Derek's exhale started. The extra spasm of Brett's cock pressing against his spot caused his deep, guttural moan to fill Brett's ears. He had heard that sound before and knew that Derek was in for one hell of an orgasm.
The jet that pulsed against Brett's hole was relentless. Its pace was in tune with the boys' breathing patterns. Just as Brett was recovering from the prior pulse hammering his hole and he filled his lungs with air, the next pulse stabbed at his asshole. Each time the effect was the same. His cock would spasm causing his cockhead to press harder against Derek's spot. And each time the boys moaned with the sensations. First you'd hear Brett's pleading moan, then you'd hear Derek's animalistic response; another pulse of water would hit, then Brett's plea again, then Derek's throaty reply.
As the boys filled the air in the remote part of the lake with their sensual sounds of love-making, the forces that had been working them over all afternoon were finally approaching their peak. The pace of the pulses prodding into Brett's asshole never increased; they stayed in the rhythm of the boys' breathing. But the intensity of the spasms started to increase. The muscle-ring of Brett's asshole was not used to the pounding it was getting. So, as each pulse hit Brett, it would bring him a bit closer to orgasm, prolonging his pleasure as his orgasm slowly built.
Meanwhile, Derek had been on the edge of orgasm after a minute or two of Brett's cock fully entering him. Derek needed his spot to be hit. But he needed it to be pounded like Brett's asshole was getting pounded in order to cum. The constant pressure Brett's cock was putting on his spot was sensational, but not enough to push him to orgasm. However, he was also slowly getting closer to orgasm as each spasm started in Brett's asshole, made its way up his cock and then Brett's cockhead would spasm onto his spot.
After about fifteen minutes, Brett could feel he was just about there. One or two more water pulses and he would be sent over the edge. As the next pulse of water hit him, his asshole spasmed and he knew the next pulse was going to do it. The spasm rippled up his cock and swept over Derek's spot as Brett let out his begging, plea-filled moan. He tried to brush his cheek against Derek to signal that he was about to cum. But Derek knew already. He was on the edge of cumming as well and he pressed his cheek against Brett as his guttural moan filled the air.
The next pulse of water slapped at Brett's hole. His asshole closed and opened in its most intense spasm yet. Brett felt the spasm travel up his cock along with the first spurt of cum from deep in his balls. His cockhead flared and pressed deeper inside Derek as the first spurt splashed squarely onto Derek's spot. Brett's head arched back and he let out his loudest high-pitched plea yet. Brett's cum spurt put Derek over the edge and his first spurt shot a stream of cum between the boys' abs. Derek lowered his head slightly and let out his deepest low-pitched moan he had ever uttered.
The next pulse of water hit Brett and started the next spurt of cum to come up from his balls. As his second spurt hit Derek's spot, Derek's cock erupted with his second spurt. The lovers were cumming at the same time, spurt-for-spurt, groan-for-groan; Brett burying his sperm deep inside his lover; Derek shooting his sperm between the two of them. As pulse after pulse of water triggered the next cum shot for each boy, they experienced orgasm like they hadn't before.
Brett could feel Derek's asshole muscle-ring grab tightly onto his cock with each shot of cum that came out of Derek's cock. He was sure it had done that every time they had made love, but Brett had never noticed it before. Now he did. And Derek could sense that Brett's orgasm was not starting from his cock and balls like it had always done, but it was originating from within his asshole. That's the way Derek experienced orgasm and the notion that his lover could now experience that too added to his enjoyment.
The pulses of water continued to hit Brett as the boys' ropes of cum spurted with each spasm from deep within. Somewhere after sixteen or seventeen cum shots, both boys' loads were fully spent. The lovers' cocks continued to spasm even though there was no more cum left to drain. The boys continued to moan in rhythm, but it slowly became softer and quieter as their orgasms slowly drifted off and their breathing returned back to normal. Just as Brett thought he could not possibly stand one more pulse of water hitting his asshole, the pulses stopped. The jets of water forcing them together stopped. However, the gentle flow of water that had started with the first stone continued.
Derek's cum had been so substantial that it had seeped to spread between both boys' chests and abs, practically sealing them together. That, combined with the final deeper thrusts that Brett's cock made during his orgasm had truly pressed the lovers together closer than they had ever been. Separating themselves was going to take some effort.
Brett could no longer tell if his asshole was open or closed his ass was so raw. But he didn't really care anymore. He was so proud that he was able to overcome a fear that he had carried with him for so long. His cock was buried so deep inside Derek that he was certain he had never been that far inside him before. It was perfect as far as he was concerned. If felt like it was meant to be there.
Derek could feel Brett's cockhead still pushing against his spot. It was not the intense feeling from before but a warm, comforting feeling. Derek knew his spot was drenched in Brett's cum deep inside him. And his asshole muscle-ring continued to hold tight to Brett's cock. It felt like Brett was deeper inside him than he had ever been. But it felt right to Derek, like it was meant to be there.
After several minutes, the boys realized the ceremony was over. And a quiet calmness surrounded them; the only sounds they heard were the flowing water and their own breathing. The closeness they felt both physically and spiritually had never been stronger. They both came to a simultaneous realization that they were meant to be together and after the bonding they just went through, there was nothing that was ever going to drive them apart. It wasn't just a feeling that they were meant for each other. It was a confidence, a certainty that they could rely upon and trust each other explicitly. All other baggage that other couples continued to carry throughout their relationships was gone. They were truly one now. With this new, shared understanding of their relationship, they both drifted off into a deep sleep.