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"Bluh." Cory pushed away his lunch tray, unsatisfied with the cafeteria's offerings for the day. "Shouldn't have forgotten to pack my lunch today."
"I mean... I got something I can feed ya if you're still hungry," Jackson flirted from across the table.
Cory rolled his eyes but smiled. It was Friday, a week since the fallout with Derek and Nic, and in the interim he found himself hanging out more and more with Jackson. He wasn't ready to call him his new Dom just yet, but it felt like things might be headed in that direction. As it was, Cory was enjoying having his freedom while still having Jackson there to explore the kinky stuff. He had been hornier than ever lately, it was like Derek and Nic flipped a switch that he couldn't flip back.
"Oh yeah, sir?" Cory flirted back. He was feeling bold. "I dunno. I'm pretty hungry."
"Why don't you come with me boy, I'm sure we can find something to fill that belly." Jackson winked.
Cory wanted to snort at the ridiculous flirting, but stopped when his eyes locked with someone else's from across the courtyard: Derek, his expression unreadable. Which was fine, he didn't care what Derek was thinking or feeling. He hoped Derek knew what was going on between him and Jackson, if only to rub it in his face.
"Sounds good to me, sir," Cory stood as he spoke. "Lead the way."
Derek watched Cory and Jackson get up from their table across the school courtyard. Derek had seen the two of them together more and more frequently all week, almost as if Cory was making sure he knew. Between the flirty looks and the two of them disappearing together, it wasn't hard for Derek to figure out what was going on. Cory had looked right at him just now, but said nothing. For a moment Derek thought about going after him, just to talk, but he thought better of it. Cory had made it clear that he didn't want anything to do with Derek. Forcing him to talk would only make things worse. But still, something about watching the way Cory was running with this guy rubbed him the wrong way.
"I don't like that guy."
"What guy?" Nic was sitting nearby, engrossed in his phone and not paying attention.
"The dude Cory's running around with now. Jeremy or Jackson or something." Derek remembered vaguely seeing him talking to Cory a few weeks back in the library. He also remembered seeing the guy at the house party and a few other places around school. "Something about him just..."
"Dude, who cares?" Nic didn't bother looking up. "Cory can do whatever he wants. He's a free man."
"That's not..." Derek sighed and shook his head. Nic had been distant and aloof since things came to a head in the auditorium. Since then it had become apparent that Nic was eager to put everything behind him, or even pretend none of it had ever happened. It was a struggle to get the guy to talk about anything, let alone what happened with Cory. Derek was surprised he was even at lunch with him right now. "Nevermind."
"Yeah." Nic rolled his eyes, which were otherwise still glued to his phone screen. "Well, I got better shit to do than sit around and talk about Cory. See ya later man." Nic pocketed his phone and grabbed his things, waving a goodbye to Derek before heading off.
"Yeah," Derek sighed again as he watched his best friend for almost a decade walk away. "See ya later."
Nic sighed as he pulled into his usual spot in front of his house. He had managed to beg off seeing that movie about the little women with Amy for another day, with everything that had been going on he really just wanted to go home and not think about anything the rest of the night.
"I'm home!" Nic called out as he closed the front door behind him, hanging up his keys and heading straight to his room.
"Nic, mijo!" His dad called out for him from his office. "Quick, come here, I have some great news!"
Nic stopped in his tracks before he entered the hall to his room and turned towards the open door of his dad's office. Now what?
"Hey Dad," Nic greeted as he entered. "What's up?"
"Nic, you'll never believe who called earlier today!" His dad exclaimed in excitement, but was clearly hoping for an answer.
"Uh... Abuelita?" Nic was playing a little dumb, but he really did not feel like talking about this now.
"Saint Helena University!" Fuck. That was his dad's alma mater. "They called with an offer, they want you to play for them!"
"That's...great Dad." Nic tried to fake a smile. "What did they--"
"They wanna give you a full ride, mijo!" His dad was already turning around to face his desk, pulling up his web browser. "Look! The campus is just like I remember it."
Clearly Raphael had been doing some research. Page after page about the school was pulled up, stuff from the school's own site, news stories about the football team, it looked like he even tried to find a few old bits of info about himself. It was a lot.
"You're gonna love it, Nic." His father barreled forward. "Playing for St. Helena's were some of the best times of my life."
Of course his dad had already made up his mind about what Nic was going to do. "Yeah, Dad, about that..."
"I wonder if the locker rooms are still the same," Raphael remincised over his son's attempt to speak. "Every home game we had this ritual where we... Well, you find out in few months when you start playing!" His dad laughed at his own joke.
"Dad, wait--"
"They've made it into the playoffs the last 23 seasons!" Raphael wasn't even looking at his son anymore. "And with you on the team they'll make it all the way to the championships. I can't wait for your first game. I gotta call all my bud--"
"DAD!" Nic shouted, finally getting his father to clam up.
"Nic, what the hell are you yelling for? I'm just--"
"I don't wanna play for your fucking school, Dad!"
"Watch your mouth!" Raph snapped. "I was just excited for you, mijo. If you don't wanna play for St. Helena's, you got some other calls for--"
"No, Dad." Nic decided to just lay all his cards on the table. "I don't think I want to play football in college at all, Dad."
"What are you talking about?" Raphael guffawed. "You love football. You've been playing it since you were--"
"I'm not little anymore, Dad." Nic cut his dad off, knowing this was coming. "Football just isn't the same for me anymore."
"So what, you're just quitting?" Raph stood up from his seat. "After everything I've done? After how I've supported you for years!?"
"Everything you've done!?" Oh good, they were both yelling now. "Of course you somehow find a way to make this about you."
"Well you're acting like an idiot! You're throwing away everything you've worked for!"
"No Dad, I'm not!" Nic stood his ground. "So I play football in college, then what? I go pro and destroy my body and brain? Go broke by the time I'm 40 and have to go around the country giving speeches for cash? That's not the kind of life I want."
"So then what the hell do you think you--"
"Nicolas. Raphael." Nic and his father turn to see Nic's mother, Luciana, standing in the doorway. "What are you yelling about? I can hear you across the house."
"I was just trying to tell Dad--" "Lucy, he's talking crazy--"
Luciana raised her hand in a silent order for both men to quiet once more. "Go to your room Nicolas."
"But mom--"
"Now." Luciana didn't even look at Nic, only glared daggers at her husband.
"Yes, ma'am." Nic knew enough not to argue with her when she was angry. Stopping himself before he gave his father one last look of annoyance - pissing his mom off wasn't going to do him any favors - he left the room in a huff. He stormed through the living room, ignoring his sisters who were trying very hard to look like they were not listening to the copious amount of muffled Spanish curses coming from Dad's office, and went to his room, almost slamming the door behind him as he sat on his bed. After sitting still for only a moment, the irritation of what had just happened all caught up to him at once, and Nic suddenly slammed the top half of his body face down, screaming his frustrations into his pillows.
Why did his dad have to be such an asshole?
It was maybe an hour later when Nic heard someone knocking at his bedroom door.
"Nicolas... It's your father."
Nic rolled his eyes, but sat up on the edge of the bed. "Come in."
Raphael opened the door and closed it behind him before pulling out Nic's desk chair and having a seat, facing Nic on the bed.
"Your mother says she won't let me eat dinner until we talk." He attempted to joke.
Nic snorted, but said nothing, continuing to stare at the floor.
"I'm sorry, Nic, for yelling earlier." Raphael started to apologize. "Have you always hated football?"
"I don't hate football, Dad," Nic sighed. "I just don't think it's what I want to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you always felt this way?"
"I think I really only started thinking about it the last year or two," Nic started to explain. "Once people started talking about college and going pro, I just started to think that maybe this wasn't something I really wanted to do the rest is my life. Football is fun, but it's also exhausting, and time consuming and it hurts. Thinking about doing this for the next ten or twenty years just twists my stomach."
"I had no idea, mijo. I'm sorry. I was never trying to push you into don't something you didn't wanna do," Raph apologized sincerely. "I always thought you and I could talk about anything together.
"Well that's kind of the problem, Dad. We don't really talk at all," Nic continued his explanation, "You were always into my little league and middle school games, but once I hit high school, it became the only thing you ever talked to me about anymore. It was always about how practices were going, or when the next game was, or how great me winning the last game was." Nic paused, having something of an epiphany. "I think that might actually be one of the reasons I don't really like it that much anymore."
"I think as you and your sisters got older, I knew less and less how to talk to you," Raphael sighed. "It was so simple when you were little, it was just easier to keep focusing on the things I thought I knew you liked instead of stopping to learn anything new." He sighed again. "I'm a shit father."
"You're not shit, Dad." It was Nic's turn to comfort his dad. "You just need to talk to us more. We're older but we're still your kids. We just like more things then just football and shopping. I can't speak for Gabi or Dani but you should probably talk to them too."
Raph nodded to himself. "I'm still sorry, Nic. I know this doesn't make up for anything, but I hope it's a start."
Nic nodded as well. This was by far the best talk he'd had with his dad in years. It was a start.
"So, back to college and St. Helena's..." Raph tentatively turned the conversation back to the sensitive subject that started all this. "I still think you should play football in college."
Nic cocked an eyebrow and squared his jaw. Was his dad being serious? "Dad, we just talk--"
"Hear me out." Raphael held his hands out in front of him to ease Nic. "Not for St. Helena's, or any school you don't want to. But these schools are offering you a full ride, mijo. Tuition, room and board, everything. You don't have to go pro, you can study whatever you want, wherever you want. You've put in a lot of work the last four years on the field. You earned those scholarships. I don't think you should throw all of that away for nothing. At least hear what some of the school have to offer, and then make a decision. And if you really don't want to play ball anymore, we can still afford to send you to school. Just hear them out."
Nic sighed. That was fair. "Okay, Dad. I'll at least see what they have to offer first."
"That's all I'm asking." Raph smiled. "So, what else has been going on, with school, with your friends?"
Nic groaned mentally. He didn't feel like talking about any of the stuff with Cory or Derek, but he couldn't exactly lecture his dad on not opening up to his kids and not open up some himself. He'd just need to leave a lot of the more intimate details out. "School's been fine. End of the year so not much left to do except a few tests." Nic paused for a moment, taking care with his words for the conversation that was to follow. "Cory and Derek and I aren't really talking. We kind of had a falling out. Doesn't really matter now since school's almost over anyway."
"Oh, that's too bad, mijo." Raph looked a little disappointed. "You've been friends with those boys for a long long time. What happened?"
"A lot of little problems that ended up leading to a big problem." Nic figured he should gloss over the whole 'I've been fucking Cory' bit. "Some of it is my fault. Girls, football, a few assholes at school... they all just came to a head one day, and now none of us are really talking to each other."
"Well I think we've seen the good that not talking does." Raph half-chuckled at his own joke. "I know it may seem trivial, but those two have been your friends longer than anyone else. A lot of your friends from the last few years will fade away, but those two have been with you through a lot."
"I know Dad, but it's just..." Nic had to think about his words carefully. "It's like football. We've all changed a lot since I was little... Maybe we're just outgrowing each other."
"Maybe. Or maybe there's something you are avoiding dealing with because this seems easier. You did say some of it was your fault." Ouch. Critical hit, Dad.
"Some of it, yeah. I was kind of an asshole. I said and did some shit that hurt some people." Understatement, but there wasn't really an easy way to explain just what he had done to Cory. "But... I dunno. School's almost over, we're all splitting up for college. It just seems easier to let it go and move on. Make new friends. Who stays friends with the people they knew in high school anyway?"
Raph chuckled. "You don't remember your tios Javier and Carlos?" The two weren't actually related to them, just two of his dad's old friends. "I knew them both in high school. Even played ball with them. And we've stayed friends all these years. I just talked to Carlos yesterday. His daughter just got engaged." Nic remembered Carlos' daughter Ana. She used to babysit him. She was his first crush. "That's why football is such a big deal for me. It led to so many great things in my life, and I wanted you to have the same experience. I just forgot to think if that's what you wanted too."
"I told you, most of your friends from high school will fall away," Raph continued. "Maybe you'll talk to them on Facebook or see them at a reunion, maybe you won't. But some friends are in it for life. And I think that's what you have with those two boys."
"But what am I supposed to do, Dad?" Nic knew the answer but didn't like it and was hoping for a parental reprieve.
"Talk to them. Hear them out." Raph stood from his seat. "Just like with football and college, don't let everything you've gone through the last few years for nothing, just because it seems easier. You owe it to yourself, and them."
His dad was right, of course, but he also didn't know a lot of the unique circumstances surrounding the boys' relationship. Nic still wasn't sure what he should do. "I'll think on it, Dad. Thanks."
His dad held his arms open for a hug, and Nic stood to give him one. It wasn't even one of those awkward "no-homo" style hugs he was used to.
"I love you, son. I know I don't say that enough."
"I love you too, Dad." Cue the audience going 'aww.'
"Dinner should be ready in about an hour, as long as your mother is satisfied with our talk." Raph turned towards the door but didn't move towards it just yet. "Now I'm going to try to talk to your sisters."
"Oof. Good luck, Dad." Nic would love to sit in on that awkward chat. "Just talk to them like you did me. You'll be fine."
"Thanks, mijo." Raph nodded to himself and then exited the room, leaving Nic to resume sitting on his bed.
So, the football/college/dad issue had largely been taken care, but Nic still had a lot to think about. He flopped back onto his bed and sighed. Being a mature adult sucked.
It was Friday night, and Derek found himself driving through Lakeland. It wasn't just a random visit, he had called Carl the night before, asking if they could talk. And, given the seriousness of some of the issue at hand, Derek thought it might be best to talk in person.
Derek eyed the GPS on his phone as he turned into a neighborhood, making sure he didn't miss his street. Once he found the right address, he parked in front of the house on the street and got out. It was a nice looking place, a small one-story house. Not a giant empty monstrosity like his own. He locked his car and walked towards the door, knocked, and waited for Carl to answer.
"Derek, good to see you, come in!" Carl smiled as he held the door open, closing it behind Derek as he entered.
"You want anything to drink? Water?" Carl asked as he led Derek to the living room.
"No thank you, I'm all good right now." Derek was eager and anxious to get started, and took a seat on the couch.
"Now, what was so important that you wanted to drive all the way out here to talk to me about?" Carl questioned as he took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
"It's a lot. It's about my friends, and the stuff I was asking to you about last weekend." Derek was ready to just lay everything on the table.
"I thought they might be related. What's going on?
"Cory, Nic, and I split up," Derek sighed.
"Oh. Sorry to hear that." Carl always thought the three of them together was kinda sweet.
"It happened last week. It was Cory's decision, ultimately, but was my fault. It started the day before." Derek started mentally ordering the events leading up to now.
"What happened the day before?"
"Two different things, actually. First, someone had seen Nic and Cory fooling around at the party I told you about two weeks ago. Then they started spreading it around school, which made Nic freak out. That one isn't my fault."
"Shit. Are they okay?" Carl sat up a little. "I was outed in high school myself, it was awful."
"Cory actually didn't seem that phased." Derek hadn't thought much of it so the time. "Nic freaked out the first day, but he's fine now. And I wouldn't exactly say he was outed, he still thinks of himself as straight. He just waited for the rumors to die down and used his girlfriend to fuck the gay away."
"...Come again?" Carl cocked his head like a dog.
"Yeah, that's like a whole other thing. Nic has never exactly been comfortable with his sexuality. Falls into very bro-like behavior when his masculinity has been questioned."
Carl sat, mouth agape, for a few seconds at the overly verbose and insightful teenager on his couch. "And what about you?"
"I figured I was at least a little bi a while ago. Just never really came up much before. I think I still mostly lean towards girls, but I don't think you can have as much gay sex as I have without being at least kinda bi. It doesn't really seem like a big deal."
"...I envy you. Do you know the mental and emotional hoops people had to jump through my age to come to terms with their sexuality?" Kids these days really did have it easy.
"People are gay, Carl," Derek joked.
"So what about Nic?"
"I said it wasn't a big deal for me. Nic is another story."
"Okay. So what happened with Cory?"
"It was the end of the day, and Cory and I were in my car leaving campus. He had told me he wanted to talk." You know, the thing Carl told him was important for a sub to be able to do.
"Uh huh." Carl nodded and waited for Derek to continue, not liking the direction this seemed to be headed.
"He had talked to his friend about the three of us. I... freaked out a little. I thought maybe she was the source of Nic's rumors for a second. She wasn't. But Cory did talk to her about other things. Like parts of the arrangement he was having problems with, things he couldn't really talk to anyone about. The way Nic and I would keep him in the dark about a lot of things. The times we put him in a few... compromising positions. Or, um, the way I kinda went about starting this whole thing."
"You know, I was always curious." Carl leaned back, sure he was in for quite the story. "How did your little arrangement come together?"
"This whole thing started because Nic and I found Cory's porn. Not just vanilla stuff, full kink. We both tried to just ignore it, let it fade away, but it just wouldn't stop nagging at our minds. We were both way more into it then either of us wanted to admit, but we didn't really know what to do about it. So we made a plan. I made a plan." Derek took a deep breath before continuing. "That weekend, we took Cory up to my family's cabin and we got him drunk. Once he was a few beers in, we went for it. We told him we found his porn, that we were more than okay with him being gay, and then convinced him to suck our dicks. I had done a little research on BDSM and using that we spent the rest of the weekend...training Cory to be our boy."
Derek looked up at Carl to see his slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression. "Jesus titty-fucking Christ, boy." Carl sat up. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I know. I know. I'm a piece of shit who was thinking with his dick. It gets worse." Derek took another deep breath. "He brought that night up and how we...took advantage of him. And I... I lost it. I started yelling... I kicked him out of the car, left him in front of a Burger King. Told him that he shouldn't be forced to ride with his...rapist." Derek couldn't bring his eyes up from the floor this time. He was thankful Carl was silent and barreled forward.
"That was the night I talked to you about the party stuff... which wasn't entirely just about the party. I wanted to find Cory the next day and apologize. He was angry but said we could talk. I grabbed Nic and we met in one of our usual spots. I tried to apologize... for more than just the day before. I wanted to give us a chance to start over, start the right way."
"I don't really understand what happened next. I started talking, but then Nic jumped in and said he wanted to end the whole thing. It caught me off guard. Cory too. I think something happened between them, but I don't know what. Cory was as angry with him as he was me. He said he was done too. With everything. He had me unlock his collar and he walked out." Derek sadly thought about the discarded chain sitting in one of his drawers at home. "I haven't spoken to Cory since, and Nic has been doing everything he can to keep me away too. Can't say I really blame them."
Derek sniffled, not realizing his eyes had started to water. He waited a few moments before finally looking up at Carl, who was giving him a thoroughly unimpressed look.
"I don't even know where to start boy I can't believe... you never once told me any of this all of the times we've spoken. My own damn fault, should've thought to question a little more about how the three barely-legal young men came to find themselves in a kink-based triad relationship." Carl was bewildered. "That's what I get for thinking with my own dick," Carl mumbled to himself.
"I know but... what do I do? How do I fix this?" Derek almost whined.
"Fix this?" Carl boomed with laughter "You don't boy. There is nothing to fix. You count yourself lucky the worst thing you lost was your friend and leave that boy alone."
"What? No, I have to fix this. Ever since that day, Cory's been hanging out with this other guy, and I know they're fucking, and I just have a really bad feel--"
"Derek," Carl steadied his gaze at the boy on the other end of the couch. "When you decided to go forward with this little plan of yours, you made every possible bad decision along the way. You lied to, manipulated, and used one of your best friends because the thought of it made your dick hard.
"That boy has had his entire life turned upside down. You went from best friend, and by your own admission protector, to his dom and owner in a single night. You even took away his ability to come out of the closet to you two." Carl sat back in the couch. "And Derek, I remember highschool. You and I both know there's no way Cory was the first virgin you've been with. You know what that can do to a person's emotions. You leave that boy alone and count yourself lucky that this is the end of it."
Derek was silent as he let Carl's words sink in. Carl was right, of course. This was just Derek's incessant need to be a control freak coming up again. Still, Derek wasn't only concerned with Cory... "What about Nic?"
"You leave him be, too. Sounds like that boy is dealing with some things about himself that he's not ready to admit." Carl spoke somewhat thoughtfully. "Not saying he's any less guilty of doing the same things to Cory, but l'm willing to bet that until he can come to terms with his sexuality, the rest of this would just be lost on him."
Derek was again silent for a few minutes, mind blank. He felt numb. "I... I don't know what to do without those two. They've been my friends forever."
"You'll be okay," Carl slid over on the couch and patted Derek on the leg. "I know it seems like the end of the world now, but you'll heal. Come on, I'm starving, let's order a pizza." Carl stood and walked towards the kitchen, not waiting to see if Derek was following. The sudden subject change caught Derek off guard... but pizza did sound pretty good right now.
Carl smiled when he saw Derek entering the room. Nothing to soothe a broken teenage heart like some pizza. He pulled the menu for his favorite local place and asked Derek about toppings and phoned in the order. They had about a half hour to kill until it got there.
"Thanks for talking to me about all of this." Derek pulled out one of the bar stools from the kitchen counter. "And for not...thinking I'm a monster."
Carl chuckled as he returned the pizza menu to the side of the fridge. "Not a monster. An idiot, maybe. But one I hope will use this to learn from his mistakes in the future."
"I will. I really will." Derek was being stoic. "I just never thought about what it would be like to lose my two best friends. I didn't expect it to hurt like this."
Carl snorted before he realized Derek was being serious. "You still think this is just about losing your two best friends, kid?"
"...What do you mean?"
"Boy, you spent nearly every day for the past three or four months with these two. And you spent nearly all of that time together in close, intimate quarters, having what I can only assume was some of the most intense sex of your life. You took your best friend's virginity. You put a damn collar around his neck." Carl was really going to have to spell it out. Poor kid. "I think these two stopped being just your best friends a while ago. You're heartbroken kid."
Derek stared at the granite countertop, somewhat dumbfounded. "Oh."
Carl laughed again. "Yeah, oh."
"I never really..." Derek trailed off. He hadn't ever thought of his relationship with Nic or Cory that way. Hadn't thought of them or it as a relationship at all before. It wasn't like when he had girlfriends. Was it? He missed them. A lot. Missed hanging out with them. Hated seeing Cory with someone else. And he felt like an asshole but he'd be lying if he said he didn't really miss the sex. "Huh."
"You learn something new everyday, kid." Carl opened his fridge and grabbed two cans - only soda of course. He had a feeling they still had a lot more to talk about before the night was over. "Alright, so now why don't you tell me what exactly is going on with your parents that you can even get away with half of this shit."
Derek groaned. The pizza could not get here fast enough.
"Shit, kid. That does suck." Carl wiped the pizza grease from his beard with a napkin.
"They weren't always like this. They were great when I was younger." Derek took a swig of his drink. "Once my big brother moved out I think they both just figured I'd be gone soon enough. What's one more year of raising your youngest son?"
Carl chuckled to himself. "Anyone ever tell you you're kind of a spoiled brat, Derek?"
Derek almost choked on his pizza trying to defend himself, causing Carl to laugh harder.
"Calm down kid, I'm only fucking with ya. A little." Carl waited for Derek to swallow his mouthful before continuing. "I'm not saying your parents didn't drop the ball, it sounds like they got a little too preoccupied with work to think about how that felt to you... But sixteen or seventeen years of being attentive loving parents ain't nothing. And if they weren't gone you wouldn't have done or learned half the shit you have these past few months. You're kinda acting like--"
"--The world revolves around me and my problems?"
"So you have been called a spoiled brat before." Carl grinned to show he was still just joking.
"... Maybe not in those exact words." Derek thought back to what Tricia had said to him at school. Maybe he should just crawl into a hole somewhere...
"Hey, none of that," Carl half-ordered, trying to stop Derek from overthinking things too much. "You fucked up, and you learned. You can only try to do better going forward. Beating yourself up isn't going to make anybody feel better, least of all yourself."
"Yes, sir." Carl was right. Derek tried to shake the thoughts from his head rather then let him be pulled down. "Thanks again for listening to everything."
"Of course, kid." Carl let the 'sir' Derek slipped in pass without comment. "Not sure why, but ever since the three of you walked into the store that day I've felt a little protective of ya. When you started asking me for advice I was more than happy to provide. I just wish I had known a little more about what was going on sooner. Might have been able to save you some hurt."
"Do you do that often? Mentor young men in the way of kink?" Derek teased before biting into another slice.
"Heh, maybe here and there. You lot are by far the youngest, but I've trained my share of boys over the years."
"How'd you get started?" Derek was genuinely curious how someone would normally get into this sort of thing.
"Not too different from you actually. It wasn't internet porn, but it was the first time I saw any kind of kink." Carl thought back to when he was just a little gayby, still coming out of his shell. "I was out to a few people at the time, just going through my life like normal. I was in college, and one night I decided to try going to a gay bar downtown. When I got there, I found out it was actually a weekly leather night they did. A lot of very attractive men walking around in their leathers and gear. I didn't stay long, got too nervous, but while I was there my dick was rock hard nearly the entire time. I went back a few weeks later and one of the regular doms there approached. He saw me there on my first visit... spent the rest of the night talking to me, asking me things, and telling me about kink and leather. He ended up being my first dom, actually, we were together a little over a year." Carl smiled as he reminisced .
"You were a sub?" Derek couldn't picture the burly man sitting across from him as anything other than a dom.
"Yeah," Carl answered. "I was still new and didn't quite know what I liked then. It's pretty common for doms to have been someone's sub at one point. There's a lot more switches out there then you realize, and it's also a good training tool. If you're going to dominate a sub then you should know what it's like to be on the receiving end of things."
"That makes sense." Derek took Carl's words in as he finished his third slice of pizza before speaking further. "Have you ever trained anyone to be a dom before?"
"I've had a couple of boys go on to take on subs of their own, yeah."
"Would you train me, then?"
Carl stared at Derek, pizza halfway in his mouth. Finishing what he had chewed, he put the rest of his slice down. "You don't slow down ever, do ya boy?"
"You've practically been training me already," Derek pointed out, ignoring Carl's question. "This would just be a more hands on approach."
"What makes you think I'm even looking for a sub right now?"
"Maybe you aren't. You can say no. But me being into this stuff isn't going to go away, and if I'm going to do this, I want to do it the right way. Sir."
Carl stared at Derek wordlessly before laughing. "You got some balls kid."
Derek avoided the obvious joke. "Is that a yes?"
"No. What it is, is 12:30 in the morning." Wow, they had been talking for a while.
"Shit. I better get going." Derek pushed his chair away from the table, feeling like he had definitely overstayed his welcome.
"Boy, you aren't driving anywhere at this hour. Unless you got somewhere to be tomorrow, you are parking your ass on that couch tonight." Carl remained parked in his seat.
Derek took this as a good sign and returned to his own. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have me in your bed, sir?"
"Cut the shit, Derek," Carl weathered his gaze at the boy who was starting to push his luck. "What you're asking for is something serious."
"I am serious."
"You're also only 18 and spent the last three hours coming to terms with some serious shit, shit you aren't even close to through with yet. What makes you think you could handle something like that now? Why the hell are you trying to jump right back into this shit?"
"I don't know. I just... I don't think this is something I can make go away. I don't know what else to do. The only other two guys I know into this stuff..." Derek trailed off.
Carl sighed and closed the pizza box, getting up to slide it into the fridge. Fuck. He hated feeling like an overprotective papa bear sometimes. "Come on, let's get the couch set up for you."
Carl grabbed some spare sheets and a couple of his own pillows and got Derek situated on the couch. The boy was mostly silent, probably worried that if he pushed anymore Carl was going to kick him out or something. A far cry from the cocky teen Carl remembered walking into his store a few months ago.
"I'll think about it." Carl hoped he wasn't going to regret this. "But that means you do too. This isn't a game, this is something I take very, very seriously. You need to think about everything this entails and if you're going to be able to handle that." And Carl was going to have to weigh the pros and cons of training this boy. It was going to be a late night.
"Yes, sir." Derek smiled before sliding onto the couch. "Thank you, again. Even if you don't say yes. You've been really awesome about everything, Carl."
Carl smiled back and sighed to himself. Goddamnit. "Night, boy."
"Night, sir."
Carl flicked off the living room night and walked to his bedroom, undressing and sliding into his own bed. He thought about texting some friends for advice, but explaining why he had an 18 year old asleep on his couch asking for training was probably going to take way longer than he had the energy for right now.
Carl's first instinct is to say no. From everything he learned tonight, it seemed like Derek's life was in a freefall. He had been jumping head first into situation after situation and then everything blew up at once. Carl was worried that this request for training was just a reaction to the fight with his friends, and that agreeing to this would only make Derek's life even more chaotic.
But Derek had also proven to be determined to go after what he wanted. Carl wondered if his privileged upbringing had anything do with that. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it meant that if he didn't get training from Carl, he might go out and try to get it from someone else. And Carl wasn't blind. Derek was hot, and the cocky little shit knew it, it wouldn't take him long to find an interested dom. Carl had friends he was sure would be interested, but given all of Derek's baggage... At least Carl already knew the score.
Derek was also only 18. Legal, yes, but Carl couldn't imagine his parents being thrilled if he found out who he was running around with. Not to mention agreeing to this also meant he'd be responsible for a lot of Derek's firsts when it came to gay sex. It wasn't that Carl minded teaching a virgin the ropes, but Carl knew from firsthand experience how easy attachment can come with these sorts of things, especially in a D/s relationship. Was he ready to potentially deal with that?
He also just felt for the boy. He was hurting, bad. He was really trying to take all the responsibility for his actions, though Carl still wasn't sure he quite understood their weight. Carl couldn't help but want to help him. He was sweet, eager, hopeful. All qualities Carl loved in a sub.
Damnit. Fucking papa bear syndrome.
Carl woke early, the next morning, not quite remembering when he fell asleep the night before. Throwing on a pair of shorts, he walked towards the living room expecting to find Derek still asleep on the couch. Instead as he found the couch empty and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. The hell?
"Good morning, sir." Derek greeted Carl as he entered the kitchen. "I made coffee!"
Carl chuckled at Derek's renewed brazenness. "Blowing smoke up my ass isn't going to convince me to say yes, boy." Still, Carl poured himself a cup before sitting at his dining room table. "Sit."
Derek took the same seat across from Carl that he had the night before.
"So, if I agree to do this, I need to make a few things clear." Carl actually wrote some of this down in his phone but felt he could remember what he needed to say. "First, this is a commitment. If you want me to train you, then that means your ass is mine, figuratively and literally, a few hours a week at least. I don't want to say yes only to have you decide you want out in a week."
"I won't, I swear." Derek blurted out.
"Second, and this one is important, this training isn't some kind of punishment for what you did to Cory. This doesn't make up for any of that. I can't offer you atonement. Only Cory can, and you may need to accept that that may never happen."
"...I understand." Derek responded more meekly.
"Finally, if I take you on as my boy, understand that that extends beyond the bedroom and dungeon. What that means is we will be working on more than just your kinks. It means making sure you are working towards getting your shit together. Hopefully teaching you how to be less of an asshole."
"Yes, sir." Derek remained passive, but was hopeful. "Does that...mean you're saying yes?"
Carl looked at Derek and sighed. He hoped he didn't regret this. "That means yes, boy."
"Thank you, sir!" Derek exclaimed. "When can we get started?"
"Damn boy, slow down." Carl chortled. "Let a daddy enjoy his coffee first."
"Sorry, sir." Derek bit his lip, practically vibrating in his seat.
Carl sipped his coffee and contemplated his next move. If the boy was gonna be so insistent he might as well put him to work. "You know what boy, I think we can get started."
"Really, sir?"
"Really." Carl pushed his chair away from the table, turning it sideways but continuing to sit. Then he pointed to the floor in front of him. Time to get his training started. "On your knees."
Derek's eyes went wide before he scrambled into position. The full weight of what he was just about to do didn't hit him until he looked up at Carl from his spot on the floor. Oh. Fuck. He was about to suck his first dick. His eyes went wide again and he swallowed nervously.
"There's still time to back out now if you want to, boy." Carl figured this was a good test for Derek. Not only would it teach him a little humility, but it was also an act that was solely for the other person. Carl doubted Derek was used to sex where he wouldn't be the person getting off.
Derek eyed Carl's crotch nervously and swallowed again, but remained on hsi floor. "No sir. I told you, I'm serious."
"Alright then, boy." Carl reached down and into his shorts, pulling out his growing cock and furry sack and tucking the waistband underneath. "You are going to kneel there and suck my cock while I finish my coffee and answer some emails." Carl leaned back in his chair and picked up his phone, looking at Derek expectantly before he got started.
Derek stared at Carl's almost beer can-thick dick as it finished filling out. "I've, uh, never--"
"I know. Don't worry, I wouldn't even expect an experienced sub to have an easy time with this thing." Carl squeezed his cock for emphasis. "Just go slow, and watch your teeth. You know what you like when you're getting your own dick sucked."
Derek nodded and took a deep breath before shuffling forward. Tentatively he reached a hand out towards Carl's dick, feeling it twitch in his grip. His own cock was half hard in his pants, though Derek wasn't sure how much of that was due to nerves.
Carl groaned but said nothing, sipping his coffee and opening his phone. Derek was going to have to choose to suck this dick all on his own.
Derek looked up at Carl for a second and then slowly moved his face towards Carl's dick. As he neared he saw a bead of precum was beginning to well up on the head. Cum - that was something Derek would probably have to get used to. Here goes nothing.
Derek took the head of Carl's dick into his mouth, the salty taste of his skin mixing with his precum. The taste was...exactly how it smelled. Not great. Not terrible, but not great. Still, Derek heard Carl's sharp intake of breath as he was engulfed, so Derek figured he was doing something right.
Carl did his best to respond to his emails, but it was a little hard to ignore the fact that there was a boy on his dick. Still, this was more about the principle than the act. It didn't matter what Carl was doing on his phone - if his dom wanted him on his knees sucking dick then he would be on his knees sucking dick.
And suck dick he did, or at least tried. He held Carl's dick in place with his hand, feeling every twitch and pulse as he worked. It did not take long for his jaw to tire, something Carl had anticipated. Derek bobbed his head up and down on Carl's dick, only managing to take in the first few inches and not even attempting to take it further into his throat. It was no matter, in due time Carl would be teaching Derek to enthusiastically and willingly take his dick however Carl wanted.
Carl watched Derek out of the corner of his eye as he read through some news articles. He waited for the telltale signs of his jaw getting tired, wanting to push him just a little further then was comfortable. To his credit, Derek did not complain once, only switching his hand part way through as he adjusted his weight on his knees. Carl had to admit, he was dedicated. Time to ease up.
"Good boy." Carl gently patted Derek on the head before pushing it back from his cock. Only for a second though, before Carl pulled him back down, into his balls. "Work those nuts boy." Carl gripped his dick and began stroking as he felt Derek's face against his sack.
Derek never imagined he'd be thankful to have his face shoved into a guy's balls, but here he was. Sucking that dick was no joke. Derek really underestimated Cory's skills there, he was nowhere near close. Derek happily lapped and sucked at Carl's full nuts, happy to let his jaw rest a little.
"Good boy." Carl gritted out as he felt Derek's warm tongue against his balls. Wouldn't take him too long now, Carl loved having his balls played with. All things Derek would learn in due time. He held Derek's face against his crotch by his hair, leaving him enough room to breath but not letting him pull away.
Derek continued to lap and suck at Carl's nuts as the hand in his hair held him in place. His cock was fully hard now, whether it was from the energy or the act Derek didn't know, but he wasn't going to question it. He gripped his own cock through his shorts and squeezed, groaning against Carl's skin.
"Hands off your dick, boy." Carl growled. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself, did I?"
Derek's hand shot away from his dick at the sudden order. Okay that definitely made his dick twitch. Derek imagined he was going to learn a whole lot of new things about himself soon. He planted both hands on Carl's thighs as he continued to lap at his nuts as the man steadily stroked his cock above him. Suddenly, Derek's head was pushed back, Cal moving to a standing position above him. Oh, fuck, he was gonna blow.
"Open your mouth, boy," Carl grunted. "And close your eyes, or this will burn."
Derek only had a second to prepare before he was on the receiving end of his first facial. Derek felt Carl's first load splash across his face landing across the bridge of his nose and eyebrow. The second shot his lower, mostly across his lips and in his mouth. Derek nearly gagged from the abrupt and unexpected taste and texture. He didn't have a chance though, because shots three, four, and five soon followed, continuing to coat his face and fill his mouth as Carl breathed heavily above him. Eyes squeezed shut, Derek could feel Carl shake the last few drops from his cock onto Derek's face before sitting back down, finished using his new boy for the first time.
"Swallow." Carl ordered, seeing the way Derek was still holding some of his load in his mouth. "My boy's don't spit."
Derek had been trying to not even breath through his nose to avoid tasting the fresh load in his mouth. So much for that, Derek should have figured. He forced himself to swallow, the taste again a strange bitter saltiness that wasn't quite bad and wasn't quite good. He could still feel the wet cum on his face, afraid to open his eyes lest some get in.
"Good boy, hold still." Derek felt Carl hold his face in place, using a paper towel to wipe some of his face clean. "Safe to open now."
Derek hesitantly opened his eyes, now safe from any stray cum. He looked up and saw Carl smiling down at him warmly, messy paper towel still in hand. His cock was still hard, and he used the paper towel to wipe some cum still dripping from the tip.
"Not bad for your first time, boy."
"Thank you, sir." Oof, his jaw was still a little sore. "That was... different."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes." Derek couldn't exactly ignore the hard dick in his pants. Neither did Carl, who prodded it with his feet.
"I can see that." Carl held out a hand to help Derek to his feet. "So, still want to go through with training?"
"Yes, sir, absolutely." If anything Derek was only more sure of himself now.
"Guess we have some work to do then, boy." Carl sighed, but smiled. "Let's get to it."
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