Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 04:28:04 GMT From: Scooby Doo Subject: Seduced by Derek This story contains sex between a teen and adult male. If you are under the age of 18 or your country or state does not allow this sort of literature to be read please leave now. If you are offended by sex between a teen and a man again please leave now. If not enjoy the story and if you like send me an e mail and let me know what you think of it Ummm, I will forward all mail to the 'real' author. Warning flames will be slow fried in boiling oil and sold in an open air market! Note: Yup, this is duckie and no I didn't write this story...just read it, you will certainly be glad you did... "Seduced by Derek" By V.L.A.S. I woke up in the darkness in a panic and with a raging hard-on. This dream had been entirely too vivid for comfort. I shifted onto my side, staring at the wall that separated our sleeping bodies by no more than 5 feet. My brain was still sleep blurred, but the images from the dream were crystal clear. Another shiver ran down my spine as the scenes played out again and again in my head. It looked like I was going to have a real problem getting back to sleep. Especially with this monster kickstand holding me up, nearly on its own. I flipped myself onto my back again, but kept my head toward the wall. I started thinking about how this had all started. --------------------------------------------------------- Hmmm, perhaps I should explain the situation a little better before I get to this dream. It is a convoluted mess, but hopefully I can get the gist of this out. When I had just turned 21, I was hired by a friend to take care of her 3 kids while she worked evenings at her newly bought bar. She wanted a live-in that would be there if she had to stay late for some reason. I made sure that she and her husband knew right off that I was gay. I didn't want any problems cropping up since her kids were all boys, 3,6 and 12. After chewing on it for about 3 days, she decided that it was OK. I know she had asked around about me and that was cool. So, you would think that everything would be just peachy after I settled in, right? Wrong. Naturally, the oldest, Derek had to push as hard as he could to see what he could get away with. He was used to getting what he wanted because he was the oldest and always went his own way. Violence was his means of choice and I was a totally fitting target to his way of thinking. After all, I was gay and had to be a sissy by all the rules he knew. The first attack was a frontal assault that he cooked up with his best friend Jason. These two were not exactly small for their age. Both were about 5 foot 5 and around 120 pounds each. The weight was not baby fat either. They tried to tackle me in the front yard. Once I realized this was a miniature version of alpha dominance, I stood my ground. They both ended up with bruises they didn't expect when I tossed them both aside after they made contact with me. As they sat on their flabbergasted asses, I calmly explained that 'gay' did not mean wimp. They gave each other guilty looks, so I knew I had nailed it on the head. They never tried another tag team on me, but Derek hadn't entirely given up either. Now Derek's two brothers were a different story. The 6- year-old, Troy, was used to getting his way about everything. He had been very sick from birth and not really expected to live. Lo' and behold, the kid was doing just fine. He had to take certain medications for the rest of his life, but he was doing very well. The problem was that his parents continued the giving him whatever he wanted, when he wanted, whether deserved or not. I became the bane of that child's life when I told him, "You want it, you earn it. Otherwise, you're not getting it from me." I guess I am weird. I always told all three of them why I said no to something or why I said yes. I never changed my mind and I never allowed myself to really put my own wants ahead of theirs. Still, Troy hated my guts. Cory was completely different. He had just turned 3 the month before I started. He was incredibly quiet and barely talked above a whisper when I first got there. I took extra time with him, making sure that I could understand what he was saying. It turned out that he had been born during the middle of Troy's final hospital stay. Once he had popped out, he had been totally ignored. Yeah, his mom held him a lot, but that was it. I found out he was one of those babies that hardly ever cried. 'Guess it's easy to ignore a kid that is so helpfully quiet. He was just finishing his toilet training too, which I was incredibly thankful for. He quickly became my shadow. I read to him a lot, which he loved. I got attached to him pretty quick too. So, now I have established the basic personalities and problems with these kids. OK, here's where the other shoe drops. Things looked OK for the first month and then Natasha, their mom, got sick. Really sick. Once she finally got to the doctor, it turned out to be cancer. The whole ball game had not only switched fields, the game had changed entirely overnight. Her husband was almost always out of town on business, only returning on weekends. I found out, after everything wound down, that they had planned to divorce. Good riddance, I had thought. He was an arrogant asshole that thought he was God's gift to the planet. To make a dreadfully long painful story short, I took care of the boys, the house and their mother during her sickness. She died 5 months after hiring me. It was exhausting, thankless and heartrending. Cory had become so attached to me, that once he accidentally called me Mom in front of his mother. I could see her flinch. It broke my heart for her sake. In the end, she would only take her meds from me. Not her husband or mother, just me. I think she knew that I would look after her kids for her, for as long as they needed me. I really considered leaving after her death. I did not get along with the kids' father. The two older boys seemed to hate me. I knew that it would not be just changing games if I stayed, it would be playing something on an entirely different planet! Their dad would not be home for days at a time and an 8-hour a day job would become a 24-hour a day job. Then I sat and watched Cory play in the front yard. He constantly stopped and looked over to make sure I was still in sight. I realized then that it would devastate him for me to leave so soon after his mom. I just couldn't do that to him. I was already attached to him as much as he was to me. So, despite my dislikes, I stayed. ---------------------------------------------------------- Well, that pretty much sums up the situation. A year and a half later, things took another turn. Raising these 3 kids was definitely a challenge. Yes, raising them. What else would you call me dealing with them 5 to 6 days a week without their father ever being home? Things were somewhat different but many of the same ugly problems were still there. Derek was now 14, Troy 8 and Cory 5. Here's where the real twist comes in. Derek still regularly tried to ambush me into physical wrestling matches to test his growing strength. He was pretty vicious about it too. I have scars on my elbows from rug burns he gave me when he tackled me in the narrow confines of the hallway. Then he would always attempt some kind of damage. He was now 5 foot 9 and about 150 pounds. All of it muscle. My temper was beginning to fray badly after two years of this. He also was doing similar shit to his little brothers when he thought I would not catch him in the act. I finally went to his father and aunt. I told them flat out that unless Derek stopped this shit with hitting me, and his brothers, I was going to eventually loose my temper and beat the crap out of him. I could not guarantee that I could keep control of my temper much longer. They understood what I meant. Derek's aunt backed me to the hilt. She could just picture Derek pulling the same shit on her. His father told him about 7 times in a row to knock it off. The 8th time he was told that if I ended up beating the crap out of him because of this, he had no one to blame but himself. Naturally, that didn't stop anything either, but I started fighting dirtier and dirtier after that. I was kind of disgusted by it though. It appeared that Derek liked pain. Once I started seriously fighting back, Derek actually increased going after me. I tried nerve pinches, which worked for as long as I held them. No dice. He came back for more. I tried arm locks, neck locks, shit, I tried everything I could think of to get him to knock it off. He loved it. He apparently saw it as a challenge to overcome me at all costs. Meanwhile, I am getting to the point where I would love to bury his corpse under a freeway overpass. Finally, I found the one pain that he just could not handle and therefore, did not like at all. I got desperate one day because he had managed to get behind me and neck locked me. Then he dragged me down to the floor. Well, I twisted like an eel in his grip and ended up facing him. Then I pulled something I had not thought of before. I grabbed him by the nuts and squeezed hard, but not hard enough to do real damage. He was so not prepared for the intensity of that kind of pain. He let go, but I did not. I glared down at him and asked him if he was enjoying this. He shook his head frantically from side to side. Then he tried to take a feeble swing at my head. He managed to sort of connect with my ear, but there was hardly any force to it. I gave him another small squeeze. That pretty much ended it right there. I did add one thing though. I told him that regardless of whether or not he liked that pain, if I had to do it too many times, he would never have children. I also made sure to let his aunt and father know what I had done and why. I always kept them both informed of every single tiny detail of what went on when their father was not home. For my own protection, obviously. His dad's response was a shrug and said the Derek had been warned repeatedly. Well, I thought that was the end of it, but no, Derek made one more attempt. It was a hot summer day and I was going down the hall to check on the two younger kids. They were playing in their room, but quietly. My instincts naturally said something was up. I never got to find out. I slammed into the hall wall and then fell flat on my back. Derek, of course, from behind. He tried to sit on my chest and pin my arms with his legs. He held my shoulders down with his hands, grinning at me. I think I actually growled at him before I unleashed a trick he had never seen me do before. I may not be terribly strong, but I am extremely flexible. I always have been, even to this day. Not that I was weak, but it certainly was not my strong suit. I threw my legs up and clasped him at the neck with my ankles. Then I pulled back with my legs at the same time I rocked my torso forward. He went over backwards with a crash to the carpet. While he was dazed, I got a firm grip on his nuts and waited for him to make another move. There was a major difference this time verses the last squirmish. He was wearing nothing but shorts due to the heat of the summer day. His chest had certainly started filling out to a nice toned shape and his stomach too. His arms and legs were definitely a match for the rest of him. His shortish blond hair was all sweaty and stuck to his forehead and neck. His blue eyes were staring at the ceiling he had not expected to be looking at so suddenly. I had never really paid all that much attention to how Derek looked before this. Well, one part of my mind noted it all now, while the rest of me was pissed as all hell that he had pulled this latest stunt. My shoulder ached from the impact with the wall and my elbow was bleeding again from the carpet skid. Then came another shock. Derek wasn't wearing any underwear under his shorts. I could feel the creases around his nutsack through the thin material. I had also trapped his dick against my palm when I had made my grab so quickly. This was no small package, plus being semi-hard. I could feel the crinkle of his pubic hair against the bottom of my wrist where I held him. Time kind of stood still for who knows how long. Now we both were dazed. When my eyes finally met his, he had no expression on his face. He was still semi-hard, but not growing any harder either. I hoped that my expression was at least neutral. I asked him if he was ready to give this up or was he looking forward to not having kids of his own. He said he wouldn't do it again and to let him up. I gave him a soft squeeze of warning and pushed him away from me. I was sweating myself by now. I also didn't want to get up just yet. I had started getting hard myself toward the end of it, despite how angry I was with him. He scooted away a little and then pushed himself upright against the wall. He just sat there watching me, legs spread, his knees up, feet flat on the floor. He had a half smile as he sat there with one hand cupping his crotch. I glared at him and got up. I offered him a hand up. He took it and I literally hauled him to his feet. I pushed him ahead of me to his room and shoved him in. Then, just as he turned around, I shut the door. I went to check on the other 2 kids. Naturally, they had heard the tussle in the hall and were playing innocently when I poked my head through the door to look. Yeah, right! Well, I was oblivious to the clue smack in front of my face. I went about my business for another couple of weeks and Derek didn't try anymore rough stuff with me. He was always under foot though. I was satisfied. Of course, things began a radical shift soon enough after that. It started with one of their father's decree's about no food in the kid's bedrooms... They had been getting stuff to snack on in the middle of the night. Then they took it to their bedroom but didn't get the remainders to the trash. So, invasion of the ants began and the decree made. I didn't have a problem with that. It was kind of gross, so it made total sense to me. You'd think that is was clear enough why, wouldn't ya? Apparently not. I went into Derek's room one day looking for a piece of notebook paper to help his brother Troy with a project he wanted to do. Paper boats, I think we were doing. Anyway, I knew Derek had some in his desk. It was one of those old elementary school types with the lid that flips up on a hinge. OK, I open it and grab the notebook pad. Under the note pad was a bag of Dorito's. I shook my head and confiscated the bag since he knew it shouldn't be there. Then I froze in place, staring at what had been underneath the bag. It was a videotape. In fact, it was a tape I had been missing for about a year and a half. The only tape of that kind I had brought with me when I moved in. I was shocked. When their mom had gotten sick, we switched rooms to make her more comfortable. I hadn't seen the tape since I had moved. I thought I had packed it away somewhere and couldn't remember where it was. Then another chill shot down my spine. That wasn't the only thing missing of mine. I had maybe 4 or 5 magazines missing too. I knew I had seen them in the last 9 months. They were also not something I just leave lying around. Someone would have to go searching through my stuff pretty thoroughly to find them. I had scratched my head at the time I first found them missing. I also had thought I had misplaced them in my room somewhere. Guess again. Now I was almost in a panic. Shit! This was not good at all. I finished up what I was doing with Troy and then sent the two younger boys out to play in the backyard. Derek was over at Jason's house for the afternoon. I knew that I had to take a look in his room and see if my suspicions were right. Sure enough, there was a box under his bed. I snaked it out and opened the lid. My jaw fell open. There was more than just my stuff in there. I took the box out of there and sat down in the dining room to catalog what I saw. Yup, my mags were in there along with the Playboys that you would normally expect. Somewhere, he had gotten a hold of a more hard-core straight mag that showed penetration. There was also his mom's vibrator, one of those round ones on a shaft. A half-empty box of pre-lubed ribbed condoms with the empty wrappers still there went onto the growing pile on the table. Then the thing that really shocked me the most showed up. He had taken one of the handles off of an old wooden rocking horse that was in the garage. It had a used condom still pulled over it. Yeah, used exactly like it sounds. That I left in the box. 'Shit, shit, shit!' was all I could think as I stared at the stuff piled in front of me. I decided to make sure of all of the evidence. The kids were completely occupied in the backyard when I checked on them. I popped the tape into the VCR and hit play. Sure as hell, the tape was not on the scene I had left it on. I hit stop twice and pulled the tape out the VCR. So, Derek was experimenting. I stopped think for a minute and then went back to his room. This time I didn't turn on the light. My room was an addition that had been put onto the back of the house. This cut off the original windows. Their mother had put cloth boxes over the windows so that there would be some kind of cross ventilation if a window was cracked open, but still privacy from either way. Think again. I could clearly see my bed through the cloth. I had put my California king-size bed halfway down the middle of his window. It was an oak waterbed set that I had a regular mattress on. The headboard made a pretty good wall and I had used it to divide my living space in half. This meant that you could see directly onto my bed from the left half of Derek's window. Should not be an issue, right? Well, here is the problem; I sleep in the buff. I do not always turn off the light when I get undressed. Also, my room got incredibly hot in the summer and most of the time I would go to sleep with just a sheet over me. I am one of those restless sleepers and tend to push off anything on me during the night. I would never have known if he had put his curtain back instead of leaving it slightly pushed to the side. Oh yeah, and the window opened from the right side, not the left. My brain almost went into a melt down. What the hell was I going to say? I found the stuff you took, stay the hell out of my room? Oh, by the way, your son is a thief and a perv? I had to make up my mind what I was going to do before I confronted anyone with all of this. His attacks made a certain warped sense if I added in this stuff I just found. Body contact. It was all about body contact and I had been oblivious to it. I sent the kids over to their friend's house and waited for Derek to show up. I had the box sitting on the coffee table in front of me. The videotape was on top of the closed box. Derek came racing through the front door half an hour later. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me sitting on the couch without any expression on my face. I had not even said hi the way I normally did. His eyes got even bigger when he saw the box and tape in front of me. I had also put the bag of Dorito's next to the box, so he could see the progression of what had happened. His eyes kept going from the box to my face and back again. I still had no expression. Sweat popped up on Derek's forehead now. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, the excuses, and the cop-outs. I shook my head from side to side slowly. He sat (more like flopped) himself down on the floor opposite me with the coffee table between us. I could see the vein on the side of his neck start to pulse rapidly. This had always been one of the signs, with him that he was lying, or going to. As he opened his mouth, I cut him off. I told him to save the excuses. His eyes almost popped out of his head. I told him to leave my stuff alone from now on or I would have to take this up with his dad. His face got really pale when I said that. I had thought so. I felt pretty confident that he would knock off the shit he had been pulling. He told me then that he had a headache and wanted to go lie down. I nodded permission. He reached out to pick up the box and my hand slammed down on top of it. I shook my head again, frowning sternly. The balls of this kid! He got up and went to his room as his brothers came home with their friends. They had brought their mom with them, who happened to be my best friend. She and I took the kids out into the backyard to go swimming. We talked for a while, keeping an eye on the mayhem in the water. I excused myself, at the same time asking her to keep an eye on the kids. I told her that Derek had said he had a headache and I wanted to check on him. She agreed easily and waved me off as she went to break up a fight in the shallow end. I headed on into the house. Derek had not taken any aspirin, so I grabbed some from the kitchen. All of he kids usually just went to sleep when they had a really bad headache so I was careful as I opened his door slowly. I did not knock like usual because I did not want to wake him up if he was sleeping. If he was not, I was going to give him the aspirin. My eyes adjusted pretty quickly to the semi dark. He was lying down, but he was not sleeping. I stood there with my jaw hanging open. Oh my god! The boy was hung and currently stiff as an iron beam. That was pretty clear as his hand went up and down that rigid 6-inch pole of his. His eyes were tightly closed as he arched his back a little with the up-thrust of his rhythm. I will say this much, he was definitely experienced at making himself feel good. I must have made some sound because his eyes popped open. When they made contact with mine, he froze in mid-stroke. His other hand shot out and pulled a blanket over his nude body. I could see the blood rushing to his face. I tossed the aspirin on his bed, set the water glass on his dresser by the door and closed the door behind me as I left. I never said a word. I was pretty much stunned by everything that had happened this day. I went back outside and stayed with my friend and the kids for the rest of the day. Derek did not come out of his room for the rest of the day, even for dinner. I really could not blame him for that. Hell, I would have been as embarrassed as all hell if someone had walked in on me jerking off at his age. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I would be just as embarrassed now. I left him some dinner in the fridge, figuring he would come get it after everyone went to bed. The next day he and I both acted like nothing had ever happened the day before. ----------------------------------------------------------- Now we get back to where I started, with the dream. I am sure you can guess what it was about by now. My face gets all flushed and hot just thinking about it, even now so many years later. It was incredibly graphic and naturally was about Derek. This dream showed up about two weeks after I walked in on him jerking off. There is a certain theory that you can share someone else's dream. There is also a theory that people are the most psychically active in their teenage years, i.e. poltergeists, etc. In this case, I really do believe that this was Derek's dream and somehow I got sucked into it. It has to do with the perspectives I had in the dream. It was a blur as to who I was, except that I knew one of the bodies was mine and the other was Derek. The thing was, in this dream I seemed to be in both bodies at once but mostly in my own. There was also this weird side view where my consciousness was floating over the scene watching everything from that angle. So, there was really three separate perspectives going on at one time. See why I am confused? I do not know how to explain it any better. Words just seem to fail miserably. I guess the best way to tell about the dream is from the outside view and lead into my viewpoint. I am going to skip over Derek's completely. It is too difficult to do them all. Besides, I only had flashes of Derek's. It was very vague and incomplete. I think that would disrupt the flow. Any way, here is the dream as I remember it: ----------------------------------------------------------- I can see Derek and myself lying on our sides on his narrow twin bed. He is behind me with his back against the wall. His arms are around my chest as he nibbles on my neck. Neither of us has any clothes on and the dark blue sheet is pushed to the end of the bed. The blankets have long since tumbled to the floor. His hands are softly kneading the flat muscles of my chest. I am lying there with my eyes closed, one hand reaching back to his flank. I stroke up and down the silky soft skin of his side and thigh with the tips of my nails. My consciousness shifts sharply and I now feel that I am mostly back in my body. The main part of me is now within again. His hands are extremely hot against my skin. His rock hard dick is pressed firmly against the valley of my ass. His chest is also pressed firmly against my back. I can feel the small erect nipples against my skin. I am also aware of my own raging erection as his right hand drifts slowly down my smooth stomach with that goal in mind. He grips it tightly and begins to pull with excruciating slowness. This whole time, he has continued to nibble at my neck and ears. His hips start moving and his dick is now sliding up and down between us, matching the speed of his hand at my front. The sensations running through me are enough to blind me for life! There is a brief flash where I am in his body and then I am back in mine. Somehow, he is inside me. I didn't even feel him push his rod into my ass. There was no pain. It is just suddenly there. As he hits my prostate with his first thrust, I can feel every inch of him inside me as my entire body shudders with that impact. I reach back and pull his head closer to mine. I twist my head around just enough to kiss him passionately. He stretches himself and our lips lock. He pulls out slowly enough to make me think it will never end, then slams back in all the way. My body rocks with the impact. I moan with our lips still glued together. His hand still grips my dick and he begins to stroke me harder and faster. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest where it presses against my back. There is another one of those brief body switches and I am back in mine. Derek breaks the kiss and then bites into my shoulder, just short of breaking the skin. He slams in and out of me now. We are both sweating freely now. The heat between us is searing. I can feel his hand on my dick begin to clench spastically as he nears the explosion point. His hips are a blur as he pounds into me brutally. Then we are both exploding with all of our being behind it. My vision blurs until the waves of ecstasy finally subside. Then I am outside my self again. I can tell that it later and we have rested. We have also switch places. I am now behind Derek. Our sweat has dried and we are kissing again. We are also totally hard again. He whispers something and I feel myself drifting back into myself for the second time. His skin causes mine to tingle at every point of contact down the length of our bodies. There is another brief blur with me becoming him and then I am myself again. I nudge his leg up with my knee. We are both on our sides. This brings his tight virgin ass into unobstructed view. I take some lube and oh so carefully work a finger into his tightness. He clenches briefly and then totally relaxes into it. It is not long before I have 3 fingers grinding hard against him. He is moaning nonstop now with small yells mixed in whenever I hit his prostate. His hand grabs at my dick and attempts to pull me closer. I let him. I withdraw my fingers and lube my cock up liberally. He pulls me into the opening of his ass himself. I then put my arms around his chest. Just as I slam into him, I let my arms slip up and then clasp behind his head. His hands automatically come together behind my neck. I have him in a totally helpless position as I slam in and out of his ass. He turns his head as far as he can and we kiss. Our lips do not part for the rest of the time that I pound away at his hot tight ass. His body rocks forward with each thrust and his dick waves in the air. With both sets of hands tied up with other things, nothing is left to give attention to Derek's throbbing dick. After many powerful body-slamming thrusts, I feel Derek's ass muscles begin to clench onto my dick fiercely. The added sensation begins my own ascent to that perfect moment of bliss. His moans against my mouth have grown louder and louder as our tongues fought. I pull my head away and look down the length of his body over his shoulder. I can see his dick throbbing and pulsating just before he blows his load. His ass muscles bear down hard onto my dick and I too explode into his ass. I continue to slam into him until it becomes too painful to continue and then I come to a stop. I leave myself embedded in his now claimed ass. I let his arms down and hug him around the chest once more. We are both breathing incredibly hard and fast. That is when I jolted awake. The after effects of the dream were plainly visible on the sheet next to my sweat- drenched body. Even though I had shot my wad, I was still rock-hard. I was in a daze before the entire dream came into focus of my slowly waking mind. I could also just make out very faint moans and grunts coming from Derek's room. Seems that I was not the only one having wet dreams that night. I jerked off to the images that were still so clear in my mind and then passed out, exhausted. ---------------------------------------------------------- Well, that is pretty much that. I put tinfoil across the window, on my side, which opened into Derek's room. No more watching me. I also moved my bed as far from his room as I could. Once I had done those things, I never had another dream about him. That is why I really wondered if it had been my dream to start with or something he had dreamt that I had somehow fallen into. Really does not matter anyway. I never had any intention of touching him in the waking world. Oh yeah, I also starting locking my door at night, just to be sure. I really did not want any midnight visits that would come back to haunt me. I guess I am too ethical to let it happen in real life. Dumb shit that I am! In case you are wondering, every bit of this is true, with one exception. I squeezed the timeline a bit as far as the finding the stuff and walking in on him jerking off. They both happened, just not on the same day, the way I wrote it. Honestly though, that dream is one of the clearest and most vivid I have ever had in my entire life. Can you blame me for wanting to share it? Can you blame me for being so embarrassed about it that I am only willing to post it anonymously through a friend? I thought so.