I woke up from my afternoon nap hard as a rock. I look over and my mom was asleep on the reclining chair. My mind went straight to Derrick and what happened this afternoon. I had the taste of my first load ever. It was nice. His cock juice was sweet and tangy, and I couldn't wait to get some more. Even being so young, I found absolutely nothing wrong with what happened. I made Derrick feel good and I got something out of it. I wanted to run to his house and ask him if I could have some more, but he told me his friends were coming over. I then wondered what his friends cocks looked like and I will admit that I entertained that thought.
I ran up stairs and looked out my window. There was Derrick with 3 of his friends playing basketball. I sat there just staring, wishing I could see his big cock again. Derrick glanced up and caught me staring and I saw him wink at me. He then grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. I know now that he was enticing and teasing me, which made my little body tingle and I just needed to see him again, but I would have to wait. My little fag dickie was hard and I needed to wank. I grabbed my pillow and went into my closet.
I sat back against the wall and pulled my undies down. My dickie stood straight up and I played with me. I felt a rush and I now know I was really horny, like a bitch in heat. I pressed the pillow into my little dick and started to rub back and forth. My mind went straight to Derrick. I imagined his big dick in my hands and rubbing it back and forth. I imagined the big bush and the smell of chlorine and a faint smell of what I now know, very well, as man stench. I starting envisioning his face and moans as I did it faster and how he let out a quip as he shot his watery huge load into my mouth. I remember the taste. How it was gooey and earthy. I remember vividly, as I was thinking of him unloading his balls into my mouth, i started to get that tingle feeling. I was about to orgasm, so I rubbed faster and faster and then I shook. My little body went into tremors as I had the most powerful orgasm to date. I came down from my high and I was tired. I pulled my underwear back up and I fell asleep right there in the closet.
I was woken up by my mother. She asked me to get dressed, because she was called into work for a shift that her job needed filled. She told me I'd be staying the night at Derricks, since she will be gone most of the night. I shot up excitedly. I would be able to see Derrick and maybe play with his dick again. I couldn't wait. I got dressed fast and impatiently waited for my mother, as she got ready. After what seemed like forever, she was ready and took me over to Derricks house.
When i got there, my mom told me to behave and do as I was told. Little did she know, I would do EXACTLY as told. Derrick answered the door and when he opened it, he looked down at me with a smirk. His face was so pretty and as usual, I was mesmerized.
"Where are your parents, I want to thank them again" My mom asked derrick.
"They went out for dinner, they should be home in like 2-3 hours. I'll take good care of him for you, no need to worry, ma'am" Derrick said as he was looking down at me. I now know that he had an insidious way of saying that. He had plans.
My mother left and Derrick and I went to the living room and watched some tv. Derrick sat on the couch and I sat next to him. I tried to snuggle with him, and he actually moved away from me.
"What are you doing, faggot?" he snapped, "Stay right there."
I was crushed and my feelings were hurt. Like a good submissive boy, I obeyed. I sat there wondering what I did. Was Derrick mad at me? Did I do something to make him upset. So many thoughts were going through my little mind. I just wanted him to call me sweetheart again. I made him feel good and I was confused. After a while, Derrick turns to me.
"Wanna see something cool?" he asked.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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