This is a relatively short fictional story broken into four parts separated by a line of asterisks so you can take a break, if you wish. I originally published it under a different title, but chose edit and release under this title.
It includes ample sex, but has a distinct romantic undertone and conclusion.
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Claremont High School was located in one of the most comfortable suburbs of a large city.
At 17, Derek was a junior and as popular as they come. He was 6' tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking.
The girls swooned over him, and he had had plenty of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a jock, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and kind, but he could also have fun with the best of them.
The first day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. Students were running about to find their lockers, stow their gear, and locate friends,plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be.
Derek always took special interest in the new students of his same class year, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper's, knowing that they were typically subject to abuse as "outsiders."
Cooper was also 17, and a transfer from another, much smaller, school. He was very short for his age and slender, with dark hair that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like green eyes with long, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he wasn't.
His features were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay, although he never officially came out. In fact, he could have easily been mistaken for someone about 12 or 13, which gave rise to not only speculation, but also abuse.
While he also settled into the new year at the large school, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting things away in his locker. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked, "are you a fucking fag?" Matt was a crude, stocky type whose brain didn't even closely match his bulk. Cooper merely smiled, and continued about his business.
"Oh, fairy queen has no answer?" Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Cooper didn't respond, which only infuriated him further. Matt grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal locker, lifting him off his feet.
"From now on, princess, you'll answer my questions," he growled.
The next thing heard was Matt gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his balls having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked, "want answers to your questions, stupid? Then come to me first." Matt, with eyes crossed and unable to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain, holding himself together like a little boy needing to pee.
"Thanks, but you shouldn't have done that. I'll only pay for it later," Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the floor. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect, snow-white teeth.
"That won't happen again," Derek said.
"Oh, it's alright. I'm used to it," Cooper replied in his soft voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.
"My name is Derek. You can always count on me, Coop, if I may call you that," Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual intensity that neither could explain.
Cooper simply replied, "thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."
As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek couldn't help but notice his firm, round butt. "What the fuck!" he thought. "Why are you looking at his ass?" Derek shook it off, then went to find his own homeroom and new teachers.
The school was large enough that the junior class was broken into two groups. As such, they had different homerooms and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing.
When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full lips. Derek had decided that Cooper wasn't handsome or cute.
On the contrary, he was pretty; very pretty.
As time went on, Derek's thoughts continued to drift to Cooper, but didn't know why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized.
At one chance meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a distance. Derek had to quickly look away. Those luminous green orbs pulled him in like laser beams, and Derek knew he had to push the twisted thoughts now forming in his mind away, but found it somehow impossible.
Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meets just to see him. He didn't care one bit about swimming or which team won.
As he sat alone in the highest bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at Cooper's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo.
Cooper had also cut his dark hair short for the swimming season, and pranced about the pool area like an elf. All he needed were pointed ears and translucent wings to waft about like a sweet pixie.
It was starting to make him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly wasn't gay, or even bi for that matter, but he finally had to admit to himself that he wanted that pretty guy.
His raging hard cock told him so as he reached into his pants and stroked it to completion, almost as if watching a porn film, soaking his underwear with cum.
He could barely stand up and return home.
Derek didn't know if Cooper was actually gay. If so, he also had no clue if he had a lover or not, nor did he care. He didn't love Cooper, but just wanted to fuck him. It was pure lust.
Try as he might to put the twisted thought out of his head, he couldn't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no explanation for. As if caught in a swirling pond, grasping for a helping hand, he couldn't answer the questions now forming in his own mind and body.
Cooper was a math wizard, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above average in math, but approached Cooper one day as school let out.
"Hey, Coop!" he yelled.
"What's up?" Cooper replied, turning around to look at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the crowd of students, Derek started to execute his plan.
"Well, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any chance you could help me out, Coop?" Derek lied.
"Sure, I'd be glad to," Cooper replied with a bright smile.
"That would be great. Maybe you could come over to my house," Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Cooper lived only about a half-mile from his house, an easy bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.
Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper's arrival, anxiously pacing about and wondering if he could actually do this. "What if he's not gay? What if he's shocked and outraged? Are you going to force the issue? Can you really fuck a guy? This is crazy!"
His pulse quickened when he heard the doorbell ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smile. "Take your shoes off and come on in, Coop," he said. Derek led the way into the living room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green eyes. It was now or never.
"I have to tell you the truth. I don't need help with math," he said.
Looking confused, Cooper asked, "then why am I here?"
Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said, "because I want to fuck you."
Cooper's heart nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought-after guys in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his wildest dreams.
Derek didn't wait for any response, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. Cooper stared in amazement, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knees, taking the rod into his hand.
Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its full strength. He savored the hot cock, feeling the smooth skin move as he slid his hand up and down. It must be a dream, yet he was going to make it come true.
Seeing a large drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flick the tip of his tongue around the swollen head. Cooper slipped it into his mouth and began to suck, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hands on Cooper's shoulders.
Derek had had plenty of blow jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy's mouth on his cock made it even more erotic, every nerve in his body now on fire. It was so wrong, perverse and warped. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. Cooper took more of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the entire thing in his mouth and his nose rubbing against Derek's crotch.
This wasn't the first rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was nothing new to him. He continued to move up and down the engorged rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suction.
He tightly held Derek's aching dick in his right hand and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls so as not to snag them on the zipper. Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the smooth bag. "Oh, yes, Coop, do it!" Derek moaned.
Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek's cock and began to slowly lick his way down the shaft. Once at the base, he ran his tongue over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek's member with increased speed.
After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, he kissed his way back up to the head, where he teased the underside with his tongue, licking off another huge drop of pre-cum.
Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Cooper's head, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to suck his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his mouth and down the shaft onto his balls.
Derek's breathing grew ragged. He held Cooper's head firmly in his hands and thrust in time with Cooper's up-and-down sucking until he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Ooooohhhhh! Take it all!" Derek gasped, bucking his hips and blasting shots of thick, creamy sperm into his pretty mouth. Cooper didn't miss a beat, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the cock slip from his mouth after he was sure that Derek's balls were completely satisfied.
Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for balance, afraid he might fall over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the heated grasp and crushing embrace.
Cooper loved kissing more than anything, and desperately wanted to kiss Derek, but somehow knew that wasn't what he wanted. Their bodies clung together in passion, but Derek was still confused, yet also understood that he had now crossed the line, and wasn't about to stop.
Derek's cock rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. There, Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and boxers at the same time. Finally pulling off his socks and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Cooper with his raging hard-on and balls in overdrive refilling his sac with cum. Cooper nearly fainted as his eyes slowly wandered over the gorgeous, muscular body that he hadn't dared to think for even one moment could be his.
Derek lowered himself to the bed, sliding up on his back and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left arm behind his head and smiled, running his right hand over his smooth chest as he eyed Cooper in anticipation.
Standing at the end of the bed, Cooper slowly began to open his shirt one button at a time, keeping his magnetic eyes locked onto Derek's.
Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny nipples. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.
Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light blue cotton briefs, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek's. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the floor with exaggerated slowness.
"What a little tease," Derek thought as his right hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching cock.
Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye contact. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little cheeks to expose his tiny pucker. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.
Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Cooper's cut dick below a tiny bush of dark hair. He wasn't interested in his small cock, but that smooth body, those beautiful eyes and wicked smile nearly made Derek blow his load right then.
Cooper approached the bed and ran his delicate hands from Derek's knees to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. Derek could only close his eyes, and try to force himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.
Slowly climbing forward on all fours like a leopard stalking its prey, Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest, flicking his tongue around his hard nipples. Derek had never had any of his girlfriends even care about his nipples before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waves of outrageous sensation throughout his body.
Although yearning to kiss his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek's chest and stomach, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand.
Using the tip of his index finger, Cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the head and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, little opening. Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.
Although he loved pussy, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his girlfriends had ever even let him try. Holding Derek's cock in his right hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head was rubbing against his hole. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one steady motion, taking Derek's entire cock into his ass.
"Mmmmmmm," Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by Cooper's hot body. He suspected that Cooper wasn't a virgin, but couldn't believe how tight it was. Cooper slowly began to ride up and down the hard member, squeezing it with his muscles.
As he picked up his pace, Derek grabbed Cooper's little hips. "Oh, fuck," he moaned as he began to thrust into the tight chute, finally timing them with Cooper's lunges, who locked eyes with him yet again.
"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, fuck me!" Cooper panted as the speed and intensity increased. Derek was lost in passion. He wanted to talk dirty to Cooper, but couldn't form the words, his mind overcome with intense, frenzied lust.
Derek closed his eyes and continued to shove his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty butt, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His body convulsed as he arched his back.
"Oa, oa, oa!" Derek grunted with each volley of boiling cum that he shot into him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Cooper hissed between clenched teeth as his prostate was rammed, and he felt the hot cream pour into him.
Totally spent, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper close to his body as he came down from his orgasmic high and slowly regained his mind. He couldn't believe this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt total bliss.
Cooper knew that Derek had probed beyond his limits, but wasn't going to let this opportunity pass without at least another chance.
"Do you want me to be your bitch?" he softly purred, cuddling against Derek's strong body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might feel something more than just sexual gratification.
"Oh yes, I want you to be my bitch, and mine alone," Derek replied, drawing him even closer and continuing to pant as his mind spun out of control.
Against everything he knew, Derek leaned down and gave him a tiny kiss on the lips, sending Cooper into the clouds.
After their unbelievable encounter, Derek and Cooper agreed that, every Thursday, they would meet at Derek's house after school. Lustful adventures followed, both enjoying the dementia of heated sex, fucking everywhere in the house, yet much more would develop than either of them could expect.
One day, after an intense bout of sexual frenzy, Derek laid back on the bed and was lost in thought. Cooper was cuddled against Derek's body, doodling on his smooth chest with his slender index finger, softly drawing shapes and lines that meant nothing.
Derek had come to enjoy Cooper's playfulness and sensitivity, as well as his intellect, insight and personality. Besides that, it tickled a bit. However, serious thoughts began coursing through his mind.
"How can you do this? You're just a lustful swine, aren't you? Cooper gives and gives, yet asks for nothing in return. Although done willingly, you just take and take," Derek thought to himself as he stretched his mind to comprehend where things were going.
His thoughts were interrupted when Cooper gently asked, "why did you pick me?" Derek was confused, and asked Cooper to explain. "Well, you could have picked anyone in the entire school, but why me? Was it because I'm gay?"
Derek's mind focused quickly, as if snapped to attention. "I didn't 'pick' you, Coop, and it had nothing to do with you being gay. I didn't line people up in my head as if I was choosing someone at a whorehouse. From the moment I met you, I knew there was a special link between us. I couldn't define it in mathematical terms, yet I could feel it in my soul," Derek said.
Cooper's heart fluttered as he heard Derek explain how he had been "picked."
Derek continued slowly. "You see, Coop, I can't even explain it myself. Your gorgeous body was one thing, those magnetic eyes another, but somehow you managed to cast a spell over me that reaches much deeper. So, Coop, I didn't 'pick' you, but you actually 'picked' me, without even knowing it," he revealed. "And you know what, Coop? I feel it now more than ever." Derek couldn't believe what he had just said, yet knew it was true.
There was a long silence between them, after which Cooper stopped his doodling, then pulled himself slightly away, linking their eyes together. "May I kiss you?" Cooper shyly whispered, daring to finally ask for what he wanted most.
Derek's reaction was instinctive. "Kiss a guy? Never!" he thought.
However, just that quickly, he recalled the first time they were together when he gave Cooper a tiny kiss. "But that wasn't a real kiss; it was just a peck," Derek reasoned. "Was it too much to ask after all of his giving? Such a simple thing couldn't be so tough," Derek mused, his mind and heart both conflicted.
"Yes, you may," Derek finally responded, closing his eyes, and expecting nothing more than a little smooch.
Cooper knew that this might be the only chance to fulfill his ultimate dream. He curled himself against Derek's warm body, then licked his fingertip, and slowly traced it along Derek's lips. Cooper could feel them tighten, as if to avoid the male intrusion, so he drew his finger back and pulled away from him, clearly sensing that Derek didn't want to do this. "I'm sorry, Derek, I know it was too much to ask," he whimpered.
"It's okay. Just do it, Coop," Derek said, feeling a sense of obligation, yet also a thrill he had never experienced before. His body tensed, knowing this might be something he may not be able to handle, but knew it had to be done.
Cooper pulled his body close to Derek's again, leaned down, and sensuously touched his lips to those he had wanted for so long. It was a sweet, tender kiss, but Cooper backed off quickly, afraid that he might react violently. There was no response from Derek.
He laid there as if in a trance. Cooper seized the opportunity and leaned down for another, deeper kiss. Derek only moaned, then pulled Cooper tighter, wrapping his arms around the slim body.
Although he had kissed countless lips before, Derek knew that these were somehow special. He had been afraid that he might puke, and probably would have if it had been anyone else, but Cooper's soft, full lips imparted more than sexual desire.
They began to gently exchange small kisses that quickly grew into long, passionate mergings of their lips. Derek didn't believe this was happening, yet couldn't stop himself. He ran his hands over Cooper's soft body, gently squeezing his firm little ass, then offered his tongue. Cooper was awash in disbelief and pleasure, eagerly accepting Derek's offer. They continued to probe each other, softly nibbling on each others' lips and flicking their tongues about.
Derek was quickly rising to a new level of excitement he had never experienced before, and wanted to fuck Cooper again, but knew time was short and had to break off, sending him away before one of his parents came home from work and found them together, which Derek would never be able to explain.
Encounters between them increased to twice each week, now Tuesdays and Thursdays. One Thursday, Cooper appeared at the door, then entered, removing his shoes. Derek stood motionless in the living room as he peeled off the rest of his clothing down to the red Speedo he wore as a swimmer.
"You wanted to see me coach?" he asked sheepishly, clasping his hands together in front of him, trying to cover his crotch.
Derek quickly caught on, and replied,"why yes, Cooper; we have something to discuss. Please come into my office." He guided Cooper into his father's den, where he closed the door and sat behind the desk, Cooper standing in front of it. "You see, Cooper, you aren't as strong or fast as the other swimmers, so I'm afraid that I may have to cut you from the team," Derek said, the role-playing underway.
"Oh no, coach, you can't do that!" Cooper objected. "I'll work harder, I'll practice more, but please don't let me go!" he begged.
Derek looked at him across the desk, then said, "I don't know. I have the team to think about," showing a devious smile.
"Coach, I'll do anything to stay on the team. Anything!" Cooper pleaded.
"Well, there might be a way," coach Derek replied, whose cock was now raging. "There may be a special test I can give you, but you might object," he offered.
"ANYTHING!" Cooper begged, now feigning tears.
Derek stood up, walked around the desk, and stood next to the seemingly diminutive boy, then dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked them aside, along with his underwear. The hard cock was now brushing against Cooper's face, tracing along his lips. "Anything is a powerful word, but you'll have to show me that you mean it," he said.
"But I can't, coach. It's not right," Cooper whimpered, now pretending to shake.
"Then you're no longer on the team," Derek said, and turned away.
"Wait! I'll do whatever you want!" Cooper whined, grabbing Derek's hard cock and taking it into his mouth.
"That's more like it," the coach said.
Cooper could have won an acting award, turning in a stunning performance. He slowly took the cock into his mouth, then choked and coughed as though it was too much for him. Although not able to produce any real tears, he pretended to cry as he amateurishly slobbered on the hard rod.
Finally, he looked up and said, "please, coach, don't make me do this!" Derek looked down at him, feeling a perverse sense of power.
"I'm not making you do anything, Cooper. You can leave right now, if you wish, but you're off the team," he sternly replied. Cooper sniffled, but returned to his sucking.
The play continued, Cooper now beginning to "learn" how to properly suck a cock. Derek was lost in a mental daze, knowing this was his Coop, yet shrouded in a wild fantasy.
His cock exploded without warning. Cooper played the role perfectly, being stunned and disgusted by the sudden blast. He swallowed the initial shot, then sputtered and drooled, pulling the cock from his mouth. Derek shot his remaining jets over the poor boy's face, then ran his dripping cock across his lips and finally pushed it back into his mouth.
Cooper finally stood back up, wiping the jizz from his face. "Am I still on the team, coach?" he pleadingly asked, perfectly playing the role of an innocent, violated boy.
Panting, Derek replied, "yes, Cooper, you are. However, I think we'll have to evaluate your performance on a regular basis."
Cooper grimaced slightly, then said, "yes, coach."
Derek pulled Cooper onto his chest, who tightly wrapped his arms and legs around him. He kissed Cooper's sweet lips, then leaned back slightly so he could look into his eyes. "You're a naughty, naughty boy, Coop," he admonished.
"Yes, I am, and you're a dirty, old man," he replied with a devilish smile.
"I'm not old!" he retorted with a lustful grin.
Derek waltzed them together into his bedroom, where he dropped Cooper to his feet, then stripped himself naked and lay down on the bed. Cooper slyly asked, "want more, coach?" Derek could only nod his head, his cock and balls already in overdrive churning up more seed, after which Cooper lowered the Speedo and kicked it aside.
As if this hadn't been enough to spin Derek's mind out of control, Cooper now stood at the front of his bed, legs slightly parted and hands on his hips. He had shaved the tiny bush of black pubes above his small cock, and was now completely hairless. He looked like a boy of 10 or 11, and Derek didn't know where this might be going.
"Wanna fuck me, coach? I'll do ANYTHING to stay on the team," Cooper teased, now taking more control. Derek was both excited and confused. It was outrageous that he had perved on a guy to begin with, but now he was perving on a little boy, somehow adding a twisted thrill. What the fuck!
Cooper sensed his confliction, and jumped up onto the bed. "It's alright, coach," he laughingly said, then rolled onto his back, pulling his legs up against his chest. "Fuck me, Derek. Please, fuck me," Cooper pleaded, his sweet bung exposed and yearning for attention. Derek knew the play had ended.
He rolled over, and kissed Cooper with deep affection. "You want me, Coop?" he softly asked, then pulled back.
"More than anything," he replied with imploring eyes.
Derek slid down and licked the sweet pucker. He had licked pussy and girl-ass before, and loved it, so a boy-hole didn't offend him. In fact, it was thrilling. Lapping and thrusting his tongue against the perfect opening, Cooper began to squirm and softly moan.
"Fuck me!" he begged.
Derek did just that, his roaring cock draped in pre-cum no longer able to stand it. He thrust the rod into Cooper's little pussy, and began to fuck like a wild beast. Cooper wrapped his arms and legs around him, encouraging Derek to pound.
"Yes, Derek, fuck me. Harder, faster. Breed your little bitch!" Cooper pleaded as he received his reward. Coupled together like two mating animals, Derek unleashed a torrent of hot seed into the sweet ass, gasping and grunting at the same time. Totally satisfied and exhausted, both lay together panting, kissing and cuddling.
Cooper was in heaven as they continued their relationship, feeling Derek's lust retreat into a more gentle, understanding approach. Even as they continued to have sex, Cooper could tell that Derek had somehow changed.
One Tuesday afternoon, as expected, Derek opened the door to find Cooper standing there, having ridden his bicycle through a cold, spring rain. He was shivering like a leaf, his clothes completely soaked, yet smiled through chattering teeth. Derek's heart nearly broke, and he quickly gathered Cooper's body into his strong arms. Although 17, Cooper was so petite that it was like lifting a pillow. Derek took him into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower.
Derek stripped away their clothing, then brought him into the enclosure, where he held him tightly under the stream of warm, soothing water, feeling Cooper's chilled body slowly come back to life. They caressed each other, softly joining their lips as the invigorating water cascaded over them. Cooper pulled himself against Derek's body in a crushing embrace, then felt something he had never dared feel before.
As they ground together, Cooper's dick had hardened. Being much shorter than Derek, it was now pressed against his thigh. The warm water and kisses had driven him too far. In a panic, he pulled back and said, "I'm sorry, Derek, I didn't mean it. Forgive me! You must forgive me," he pleaded.
Cooper knew that Derek had no interest in his cock, and was fearful that he would beat him senseless, yet more desperately afraid that he would throw him out into the street, never allowing him to return. As Cooper began to softly weep, Derek drew him back. "It's alright, Coop," he said with heartfelt understanding and remorse. He wrapped his arms around Cooper's small frame, feeling his body tremble.
It had never occurred to him before, but Derek now realized that, after all of their sexual encounters, this was the first time Cooper had actually gotten hard. He again thought of his own selfishness, knowing how difficult it must have been for Cooper to keep himself in check, yet giving and giving to satisfy Derek's own desires.
Derek's mind was a blur, yet somehow clear, as he dropped to his knees and began kissing Cooper's smooth belly. He should have been shocked and appalled, yet took Cooper's now-limp cock into his hand, gently stroking it and feeling the little shaft begin to stiffen.
"No, Derek, please don't do this," Cooper begged, while loving his hesitant touch. Derek ignored the plea, then took the small dick into his mouth. It was so foreign, yet also felt so right.
"Oh, no Derek," Cooper groaned as he felt his cock swell. He backed against the tile shower wall and closed his eyes. Derek didn't know what to expect, but quickly felt an unknown enjoyment as he gently sucked Cooper's hard cock, reaching around to fondle those smooth, little buns he adored so much. His mind was racing, but soon the hot water began to run out. Derek let the rod slip from his mouth and stood up, turning it off.
Sliding the shower door open, Derek took Cooper's hand and helped him step out. As they stood together on the bath mat, Derek began drying their bodies with a thick, soft towel. He playfully rubbed Cooper's nearly-bald swimmer's head, who was still afraid of what might come. Derek then worked his way down the smooth body, as Cooper's mind drifted off.
After drying himself, Derek again took Cooper into his arms, and carried him into his bedroom, where he gently laid him on the bed. Roles had now been reversed as Derek slowly began to run his hands over the smooth torso, gently tweaking his tiny nipples as he kissed and licked Cooper's small thighs. Moving closer, Derek spread his legs and ran his tongue between Cooper's little hole and his hairless sac, teasing them with darts and flicks. He finally took the small, firm bag into his mouth, suckling the little balls.
"Derek, you've got to stop!" Cooper implored, his body wracked with pleasure and emotion he had never experienced before. Derek only continued, now willing to accept something he never thought possible.
As he let the soft bag slip from his mouth, Derek glided his tongue up the underside of Cooper's sweet cock, then paused to admire the pink head before taking it into his mouth. Derek closed his eyes, and began to let his mind run wild.
He was sucking another guy's dick, something he would never have imagined possible in his life. Yet, it was Cooper, and that was what made it completely different. Derek sucked the beautiful cock, easily plunging down on the shaft to its base, then pulling back for a moment, holding it in his hand and stroking as he looked up at Cooper, who couldn't even focus or return the gaze.
Lost in complete aura, Cooper could only moan softly, his eyes closed. Derek was also spun beyond belief. He clearly remembered eating pussy until one of his girlfriends screamed after a raging orgasm, and wanted to make the same thing happen here.
After dancing the tip of his tongue around the little head, Derek took the hard cock back into his mouth, grabbing Cooper's hips to pull him into his face. He used all of the things he had learned from Cooper's terrific oral skill, and relentlessly attacked his swollen member. Derek sucked hard, pounding up and down. He then backed off, letting the aching bone slip from his mouth, only to slide the tip of his finger into Cooper's tight butt while he flicked his tongue around the base of his cock and silken bag.
Cooper simply couldn't take it any longer. "Derek, Derek..." is all he could mutter as his body began to quake and shudder. Derek knew that he had reached the brink, and quickly engulfed the hard cock as Cooper thrust his small hips forward.
"Nooooo!" Cooper yelped as his cock exploded. Bolts of hot gravy jetted into Derek's mouth as he continued to suck. Cooper writhed about, trying to escape the mind-bending orgasm as he delivered his cum, grabbing Derek's head and trying to pull him off. Derek easily pushed Cooper's hands away, continuing the assault as Cooper released more of his seed.
Derek enjoyed the violent outburst, knowing that he was finally giving instead of taking. He continued to suck the nectar from Cooper's delicious cock, feeling the tremors slowly leave his body, but wouldn't release the sweet dick from his mouth until Cooper lay motionless, panting and moaning, unable to say a word.
Cooper was a wreck. Knowing that it was Derek, his body had been pleasured as never before, yet his mind couldn't comprehend how this had happened, and still feared that a nightmare might follow. Derek pulled himself up onto the bed, lying on his back. Cooper quickly rolled aside to give him room, then cuddled himself tightly against his wonderful body, and began to doodle with his finger as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
They held each other closely without saying a word, until Derek finally asked, "Coop, do you have a lover?"
Moments passed before Cooper responded. "I used to. Before my dad changed jobs and we moved here, I had a special person. We loved each other so much it hurt, but there's nothing left of that now," he quietly said.
"I'm sorry for that, Coop, but you didn't answer my question," Derek replied. "Do you have a lover?" he asked again.
Cooper thought for a bit, then softly said, "well, yes and no. You see, Derek, I love someone very much, but he can't love me in return because that's simply the way things are. So, I'm content to just love him."
Another pause ensued, after which Derek knowingly asked, "and be his bitch?"
Cooper's answer was barely audible as he whispered, "yes."
Derek took Cooper's hand off of his chest, then pulled him away from his body, firmly holding his shoulders and staring into his beautiful, green eyes. Cooper knew the end had finally come, and expected the worst.
"I never want to hear that word again. Don't ask me how or why it could even be possible, but I love you, Cooper," Derek said, almost defiantly, continuing to hold him in a tight grip. Cooper wasn't able to grasp what he had just heard, and gave him a questioning look, as if to make sure it wasn't merely a dream.
"That's right, Coop, I love you."
Derek released his firm grip on Cooper's shoulders, slid his hands up to gently cradle his face, and softly drew him into a deep, loving kiss, this time sending both of them into the clouds.