Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 02:30:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: DeanRogersFuller@aol.com
Subject: Derek's Friend, Chapter One

Derek's Friend

By Dean Rogers Fuller
Deanrogersfuller@aol.com

I was nicely settled into my favorite spot on my oversized couch with the
gay classic "Brothers Should Do It" in the DVD player, stroking my hard
cock as I watched the incredibly hot scene between J.W. King and Jon
King. A four-day accumulation of cum in my balls meant that I was in for a
spectacular cumshot of my own.  My baggy sweatpants were in a heap around
my ankles, and I was wearing nothing else.  Derek, my adopted stepson, was
spending the weekend with his mother.  He was about all I had to show for
an insane four-year marriage to one of those delusional fag hags who think
they're going to somehow change the gay men they marry, and who turn into
absolute witches when they discover it's not going to happen.  I should
mention that I was upfront with her from the very beginning, and the
marriage was to be "of convenience" only and the deal didn't include sex
with her.

Derek was the result of a week-long affair my ex had with someone before I
met her, but if Derek was any indicator, he must have been movie-star
handsome.  At fifteen, Derek was already a very good looking young man with
beautiful brown eyes and dark brown wavy hair.  The same color hair was
sprouting elsewhere as well, resulting in some teasing from other guys at
school, most of whom were in truth jealous of his fur.  Derek was also one
of those guys who are blessed with a naturally "V" shaped upper body, and I
think there was some jealousy about that as well.  In addition to his
physical maturity, Derek demonstrated a mental maturity seldom seen in
someone his age.

He had only heard from his biological father twice in ten years, so he was
more than happy to let me legally adopt him, even to the point of changing
his last name.  When my train wreck of a marriage came to a fiery end, I
fought for sole custody, but had to settle for joint custody with him
living with me most of the time, but spending every other weekend with his
mother.

She conveniently chose to ignore the child support the court had ordered
her to pay, and Derek really didn't like the weekends with her, but I made
him go, mainly to be certain that no legal loopholes she could exploit were
left open.  All this made it possible for me to be in my current position,
stroking my cock and fingering a hairy nipple with the other hand as I
watched those two incredibly hot men on the screen.  My balls were just
starting to pull up when my session was abruptly interrupted by the
doorbell.

Quickly, I pressed "Pause" on the remote control, then hauled up my
sweatpants, hoping my rock-hard cock would cooperate and go down.  My
sweats were still tented when I pulled the front door open to reveal
Derek's buddy Oleg, wearing board shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops.

Oleg's family emigrated from Ukraine more than ten years before, so he was
essentially an American kid.  Not only his name, but his blonde hair served
as reminders that Ukraine was colonized by Vikings, very good-looking
Vikings, centuries ago.  Furthermore, he seemed to have grown about eight
inches in the last year, and I couldn't believe how broad his shoulders had
become. The fuzz on his upper lip and the dark blonde hair I glimpsed in
his pits all indicated that he would soon be a grown man if he wasn't
already one.

Oleg was also a ballroom dancer, following a family tradition.  I had seen
him more than once in competitions, and he was incredibly graceful.  I
doubted that most high school jocks realized how physically demanding
dancing was, but Oleg's very solid legs covered with sparkling golden hair
spoke worlds about it.

"Hi, Oleg," I said, "what's up?"

"Is Derek home?" he asked, "he's not answering his cell phone."

"No, I'm sorry, he`s not.  He's spending the weekend with his mom."

I could see the disappointment on Oleg's face as he said "Oh.  I forgot
about that.  I was really hoping to hang with him today.  My aunts and
their kids are visiting, and thing's are pretty crazy at my house right
now."  As he spoke, he seemed to be staring directly at my hairy chest, and
I almost subconsciously let my fingertips slide over it, briefly rubbing
one of my nipples in the process.  I was also pretty certain he noticed the
point in my sweatpants that suddenly had come back to life, this time with
a wet spot on it.

Oleg seemed so dejected I took pity and asked if he'd like to come in for a
while anyway.  To my surprise, he accepted my invitation, and I asked if
he'd like a cold soda or some juice to drink.  He asked for a Diet Coke,
and without thinking I put the remote control on the coffee table as I
headed towards the kitchen.  Once there, I had to go to the basement to
bring up a couple more six-packs of soda.  With a can in each hand, I
stepped into the living room and suddenly felt like a brick had fallen to
the bottom of my stomach.  Oleg had picked up the remote and pressed
"play."  He appeared to be absolutely fascinated by what he was seeing, and
his left hand was rubbing a rise in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, Oleg, I really didn't mean for you to see that!"

He spun around and dropped the remote like it was red hot.  "I'm sorry! I
shouldn't have looked without asking!"

My own pulse started to calm as I realized he wasn't freaked out by the
video, nor was he going to run out of the house yelling that I was a
pervert.  I sat gingerly beside him and handed him his soda, which he
opened and took a sip of.  Watching him carefully from the corner of my
eye, I took a swallow of my own.

"Can I...can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Oleg, what is it?"

" Do you have a lot of these videos?"

"Not a huge number, but I do have some, yes."

"And you like this kind of thing?"

I figured there was no point in making some lame excuse, so I told the
truth.  "Yes I do like it a lot."

"Would you mind showing me some of the others?"

At this point I got extremely serious with Oleg, asking him very
specifically if it was what he REALLY wanted, and very carefully explained
that I could get into severe trouble if anyone found out I let him see
them.

He answered "my dad has a whole stash of them in the basement that he
doesn't think we know about, but they all have women in them.  I've never
seen any before with just guys."

This was food for thought, as I knew Oleg's family belonged to a
conservative evangelical church.  So Dimitri (Oleg's dad) had a few secrets
of his own.  I had a locking cupboard inside a regular closet, which I
unlocked so I could grab several of the DVD's stored there.  I spread them
out on the coffee table with their covers showing and asked Oleg to pick
one he'd like to see.  To my surprise, he ignored the Belami titles with
their smooth twinks, and grabbed an older production that featured Wes
Daniels and Brett Williams, both models noted for being hairy and a bit
more mature.

We sat silently viewing the production, which was almost a "how-to" of gay
sex as the two sexy, dark-haired men got it on in a way that they showed
they really knew what to do with another guy.  I noticed Oleg shifting his
position as if he was uncomfortable, but when I asked if he wanted me to
stop the video, he always answered "no, please leave it on."

Finally it became pretty obvious what his problem was and I said "Oleg, I
know what's bothering you.  Would you like to go to another room so you can
have some privacy to relieve yourself?"

Oleg blushed as only a fair-skinned blonde can, but instead of looking at
me as he spoke, he stared directly at the bulge that was still quite
prominent in my sweats.  "No, I don't want to leave.  What I'd really like
is to relieve myself right here.  It looks like you need it as much as I
do."

Reverting to Responsible Adult Mode, I had to ask "Oleg, are you SURE
that's what you want?  And you understand that we can't tell ANYONE about
it?"

"Yes, I'm very sure."

Without another word, I slid my sweatpants down my hairy legs and kicked
them off.  My seven-inch circumcised penis sprang up to about a 45 degree
angle from its thick nest of light brown curls.  I never trim or shave my
pubes or body, and don't like it when other guys do.  Oleg seemed
fascinated, and I had to remind him that he was still dressed.  He stood
up, pulled off his tank top, then dropped his shorts and boxers, giving me
a view of one of the cutest asses I've ever seen, already covered with soft
golden blonde fuzz.

He seemed suddenly shy, and I had to prompt him to turn around.  Finally,
he did, revealing his cock was as cute as his ass.  Probably about five
inches, hard as a rock, and curving up against his pubes.  He had one of
the fullest golden blonde bushes I've ever seen on a guy of any age.  We
both sat on the couch again, playing with our cocks and watching the video.
After a while, Oleg asked hesitantly "can I... can I..? "

"Can you what, Oleg?"

"Can I touch yours?"

"Yes, if you want."

"I'm not sure if I'll do it right, though."

I reached over, took his hand, and put it gently on my cock.  I helped him
wrap his fingers around it and started stroking.  "It's really not that
much different than stroking your own," I told him as I wrapped my fingers
around his cock and started to gently jack it.  From the sound he made, I
could tell he liked what I was doing, and I definitely knew that I liked
what HE was doing.  Before long, the video ended, like most of them do,
with a series of spectacular cumshots.

At that point, I stood up and took both Oleg's hands in mine so I could
pull him to his feet.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his smooth
body against my hairy one.  A little tentatively' he put his arms around
me, but the closed his eyes and threw his head back when I started to
nibble the side of his neck.  Then, to my surprise, he put his lips on
mine.  I immediately kissed him back and soon our tongues were tangling.
We stood there making out for several minutes.  Somewhere, deep in the
recesses of my fevered brain, a tiny voice was telling me that Oleg wasn't
kissing like a first-timer, but I didn't listen to it.  Finally I gently
took his hand in mine and led him down the hall to my bedroom.

I laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of me.  "MMMMMMM" he moaned as
my fingertips slowly moved down his spine and my legs wrapped around his.
Grabbing his beautiful ass cheeks, I pulled him as close as I possibly
could, feeling our hard cocks rubbing together.

"This is fucking incredible," he said as I rolled him onto his back,
kissing his lips and then working my way slowly down, licking and kissing
his neck, collar bone, and nipples.  He nearly went crazy when my lips
clamped on his right nipple and I teased the hard tip with my tongue.
After giving him a chance to calm down, I resumed my progress, this time
following his "love trail" to his blonde bush.  I rubbed my face in it, and
smelled that "just showered" scent.  He groaned as I licked his fuzzy
balls, then groaned even louder as I slowly licked up the length of his
cock several times.  He had a very short foreskin, so the pink pointed head
was completely exposed, and I desperately wanted a taste of it.  I wrapped
my lips around it and caressed it with my tongue.  Neither of us noticed a
shadow cast from the bedroom doorway.

Oleg was on a hair trigger, and after less than one minute of having his
cock sucked, blew a huge load into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat,
causing me to cough.  Somehow I managed to swallow it all, something I
usually don't recommend, but I really had no choice.

At almost the same time, we heard a loud voice demanding "what the fuck is
going on here!  My dad and my best friend??"

The voice and shadow belonged to Derek, standing just inside the door in a
pair of athletic shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt, and flip-flops.  Even
surprised and disoriented as I was, the bulge in his shorts was very
obvious.  A trickle of Oleg's cum ran down from the corner of my mouth as I
tried to say "Derek, I ----" as I stood up.  My words were cut off by
Derek's lips on mine, as he kissed me deeply, sweeping his tongue through
my mouth and tasting Oleg's cum.

When he finally let me come up for air I said "Derek, we shouldn't..."

Before I could finish, he said "bullshit."  We're not biologically related,
and it's not like we could have a malformed kid or something.  I've wanted
to do this for a long time, and I really think that deep down, so did you."

Then he started to laugh, and Oleg joined in.  They kissed and hugged each
other tightly.  I stood with my mouth gaping, but finally began to listen
to that little voice I had ignored in the back of my mind.  "What's so
funny?" I demanded.

Derek sat on the bed and took my hand to pull me closer, and I sat next to
him.  Oleg sat on my other side.  "We didn't..." Derek began.

"Didn't what?" I replied.

"Didn't think you'd fall for it."

With a growing suspicion that I'd been had, I said "Didn't think I'd fall
for what?"

"Our plan.  Oleg and I've been getting it on since we hit puberty.  We had
to be really careful because we knew his family would go ballistic if they
found out."

"He's also been lusting after you for all that time as well.  I honestly
was a little jealous of the idea of sharing you with anyone, plus I know
how much of a stickler you are for rules, regulations, and laws.  We had to
come up with a situation where you'd be horny enough to let some of your
guards down."

"You little shits set me up!"

Laughing again, Oleg said "yes, we sure did, but don't think it was all an
act.  I had no idea you'd answer the door half naked with a hardon showing
in your sweats.  It was all I could do to go ahead with the plan.  We knew
you'd be watching a video or DVD, but we couldn't be sure of much else."

"You know about my video collection?!"

"Oh come on, Dad, you left it unlocked a couple of years ago, and didn't
even close the closet door," replied Derek.  It took a while to figure out
your routine, but finally I did.  That made it possible to come up with a
plan where we both could have you.  That and because we knew Mom was going
be gone with that creep boyfriend of hers this weekend."

I should mention at this point that both boys were constantly feeling me
up, caressing most of my naked body, and I was unaware that my prick
regained a very erect status.

But you really haven't shared me," I began.

In a flash, Derek was on his knees working my cock over like a pro.  He got
me so close that I had to stop him and pull out.  I pulled him up to his
feet and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me as tight as I could,
and we kissed passionately.  One of my legs was partially between his, and
I could feel the soft hair starting to grow on his legs brushing against
mine.  Oleg moved behind Derek and began to kiss the back of his neck.
Derek broke our kiss and turned enough that he could kiss Oleg again.  I
slowly kissed down Derek's chest, giving his nipples a good working over as
I went, noticing for the first time the dark hair growing around them.

Finally I found his short love trail and followed it to his amazingly thick
dark brown bush.  His cock was probably six inches long, and stuck straight
out, as rigid as an iron rod.  He had a neat circumcision scar and a
pointed head that was slightly larger than the shaft.  I grabbed the base
and rubbed the velvety head across my face and lips.

Derek almost wailed "suck it!  Suck it, PLEASE!!"  I popped the head in my
mouth and heard him moan in pleasure as my tongue worked around it.
Slowly, I took it all the way down and then back to the tip, then started
stroking and sucking.  Oleg was on his knees behind Derek with his tongue
in Derek's hairy crack, and between the two of us we were nearly driving
the poor kid crazy.

I sensed what was happening, and said "let's take a break, guys."  We all
stood up to catch our breath.  After a few moments, I put one hand on each
of their asses and guided them both back towards the bed we'd worked
ourselves off of.  Oleg jumped ahead, landed in the middle, turned onto his
back, spread his legs, then doubled his knees up.

Quickly, I opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a string of
condoms and a bottle of lube.  I handed Derek a single condom, and helped
him lube up.

"Do we really have to use this?" he asked.

"Yes we DO," I answered, "if for no reason other than to get into the
habit.  Now go to it.  He's your best friend."  Derek whispered something
in my ear, gave me a kiss, then crawled across the bed.  He positioned his
cockhead as Oleg pulled his cheeks even farther apart.  Slowly but steadily
he pushed.

Oleg groaned, tensing up, and I told him "just relax, and bear down as if
you're taking a dump."  Derek's cockhead popped in almost immediately, and
easily slid the rest of the way in.  He started slowly, but soon developed
a rhythm.  As I watched, I lubed and rubbered up my own cock, then climbed
onto the bed.  "Are you ready, Derek?" I asked.  He nodded, and I moved
forward, slipping my cockhead into his hairy crack.  He paused long enough
for me to locate his hole, and without hesitation I pushed all the way in.

He gasped, but in a moment we synchronized our thrusting and I felt like I
was fucking two guys at once.  Derek's hole was very tight and warm, and he
milked my cock by flexing his ass muscles.  Before too long, the two
younger guys started groaning and breathing harder.  Realizing what was
about to happen, I stepped up my pace.  Within seconds, Oleg shot a huge
string of cum that reached all the way to his chin.  Several shorter
strings landed on his chest and stomach.  Derek groaned "oh fuck!," pulled
out of Oleg's hole, yanked off the rubber and let go with two white streams
of cum to add to Oleg's loads.  Seeing all this happen pushed me nearly
over the brink, and frantically I pulled out of Derek and tore the rubber
off.  Part of my jizz hit the back of Derek's hairy balls, and part shot
under, adding still another load to what Oleg already had on him.  I
couldn't remember the last time I had such an incredible orgasm, and we all
collapsed into a heap.

Gradually our heartbeats and breathing slowed down to normal.  Even though
Oleg got most of everyone's loads, we were all pretty cummy, and cum has a
way of turning cold and sticky.  Reluctantly I extracted myself from the
pile, getting kisses from both boys in the process.

"Oleg," I asked, "what would you say if I were to call your folks and tell
them that Derek invited you to sleep over?"

I don't think I've ever seen someone's face light up with what I can only
describe as joy and excitement at once.  "I'd say do it!" he answered.  I
grabbed the bedside phone, and after Oleg gave me the number, told them to
go through the sliding glass doors that led to the deck outside, uncover
the spa, and turn it on.  Luckily, the spa was surrounded by a very solid
privacy fence.  My call took only a couple minutes, but the spa was
bubbling when I stepped outside.  The guys were sitting on the edge with
their legs in the water and again I marveled at how someone at that age can
stay hard almost all the time.

Slipping into the spa I breathed a sigh of relief as the warm water bubbled
around me.  I turned and half swam and half floated to where the boys were
sitting.  For the next five or ten minutes I alternated between sucking
Derek's cock and then Oleg's as they made out with each other.  I was
teasing them a little by sucking one until he was close to shooting, then
switching to the other.  Finally they started wanking themselves, and again
I was amazed at the size of their loads.

They both slipped into the water with me, and immediately we were a tangle
of arms, legs, and cocks as we washed the cum off, feeling each other up in
the process, and trading deep kisses.

It felt wonderful, but our bodies need food as well as sex.  I climbed out
of the spa and grabbed a towel, which I used to partially dry myself.  Then
I went into the house and gave myself a rinsing shower in the bathroom.  I
put on my black boxer briefs, jeans, a t-shirt, and sandals.  I went back
to the door and spoke to the boys.  "I have to run a quick errand.  Do you
think you could stop messing around long enough to set the table while I'm
gone?  They said they would, and I got into my car.

About 30 minutes later I returned from the deli department of the local
supermarket with two whole roasted chickens, potato salad, a vegetable
tray, a bag of rolls, and a Dutch apple pie.  The guys pulled on their
shorts and I put everything on the table where I carved the chickens.  Like
a couple of vultures, they dug into their food, and my worry that I had
bought too much food was totally groundless, as anyone who has experienced
feeding teenage boys can attest.

After dinner we all stripped off and got into comfortable lounge pants.  I
sent the boys to the kitchen to do the dishes while I checked some emails
on my computer.  Shortly, we re-gathered in the family room.  We all got
comfortable on the oversized couch while we watched the movie "Latter
Days," which is the story of a Mormon missionary who realizes he is gay and
gets sent home from his mission in disgrace.  There were only a few seconds
of bare skin but both stars were incredibly hot.  By the time it was over,
the boys were showing some obvious wood.

I told them to go ahead and take care of it themselves because guys my age
don't have the limitless sexual energy they did.  In a flash, Oleg ran to
the bedroom and came back with the string of condoms and lube.  I watched
them make out and feel each other up, slipping their hands under the
waistbands of their lounge pants, cupping ass cheeks and stroking hard
cocks.

It wasn't long before the pants were gone and Derek was on his knees
sucking Oleg's Ukrainian prick really hard and fast.  I wanted to say "take
it easy and enjoy the ride!" but kept my mouth shut.  In almost no time
Oleg began to moan, trying to hold Derek's head back, but Derek just sucked
harder.  With a huge groan, Oleg shot his load into Derek's mouth.  He was
winded and just crumpled onto the soft carpet as Derek wiped the cum away
from the corners of his mouth.

My stepson then lay down with Oleg, kissing him softly and cradling him in
his arms.  It wasn't long before Oleg was kissing him back harder.  His
fingers went to Derek's nipples, but Derek pushed them away and started to
play with Oleg's.  His mouth went back to Oleg's, and with his tongue deep
in the Ukrainian boy's mouth, he started to play with his cock and balls.
I wouldn't have thought it possible, but that cock quickly hardened.  I've
already mentioned that Oleg's foreskin was very short.  His cockhead wasn't
a mushroom shape, but tapering and pointed, at no spot any larger around
than his shaft.  Derek took it into his mouth, and in just a few strokes
got it to maximum hardness.

Next he lubed up that sweet Ukrainian cock, then rolled a rubber down its
length and lubed it again.  He had Oleg position himself on the soft rug so
they would be in my direct line of sight, then worked some lube into his
hole.  He straddled Oleg facing me, and held his ass cheeks apart as Oleg
held his cock vertical.  It took a few seconds, but that pointed head found
Derek's hole, and he eased himself down onto it with a soft gasp.  Derek
sat still for a minute, getting used to being penetrated, then gradually
started to fuck himself on Oleg's rock hard penis.

This was a hundred times hotter than the best video ever made.  Despite the
fact that I thought my equipment was out of commission for the remainder of
the night, I felt my penis rising in my lounge pants.  I stood up, slid the
pants off, and started to jack myself.  The boys seemed to enjoy watching
me as much as I enjoyed watching them.  In a couple minutes, Derek said
"Dad, come over here."

He stopped his up and down motion and opened his mouth.  His hand wrapped
around my hard, hairy cock and pulled it towards his mouth.  I groaned in
pleasure as his tongue worked its way around my glans.  I started to
thrust, but his hand stopped me.  In a moment, he started a rhythm to give
pleasure to both Oleg and me.  As he raised himself, my cock slid into his
mouth.  As he lowered himself back down on Oleg's prick my cock slid the
other direction.

The sensation was amazing, causing both Oleg and me to moan and gasp.  My
hands gently caressed Derek's head, neck and shoulders.  I loved running my
fingers through his wavy hair, and occasionally my fingers found his
nipples.  I understood now why he worked so hard to get Oleg off before; he
wanted to make sure Oleg lasted long enough to deliver a good fuck and a
good time for me as well.

Derek let my cock go long enough to say out loud "guys, let me know when
you're getting close!"

As it happened, I was getting close, and groaned "I won't last much
longer!"

Oleg almost shouted "me too!"

Derek moved quickly, letting go of my throbbing member, pulling off Oleg's
cock, and pulling the condom off in what seemed like a split second.  He
threw himself down on his back, started wanking his cock, saying "cum on
me, guys! Cum on me!  I want us to all shoot together!"

I dropped to my knees on his left side, and Oleg moved to his right, both
of us stroking fast.  All three of us were listening to the others'
breathing patterns and watching as balls moved up tight.  I was the first
to groan "I'm gonna blow!"  The boys speeded up their stroking, and within
seconds, the longest jet of cum I'd shot in years landed on Derek's stomach
and chest, followed by two more not quite as large.  Derek's first shot hit
him in the face, and Oleg's flew so far it hit my thigh, leaving several
trails.  Derek's stomach were crisscrossed with trails of cum, and it was
dripping from spots on his face, my thigh, and Oleg's right hand.

We collapsed on either side of Derek.  I kissed him first, then Oleg kissed
him, and finally Oleg and I kissed.  We all lay there for a good fifteen
minutes letting our heart rates return to normal.  I was first to move,
grabbing both boys by the hand, saying "shower time.  I can't believe what
a mess we've made!"

We all crowded into the shower, spending a good 30 minutes washing each
other clean.  I sent the boys to Derek's bathroom to brush their teeth,
while I did the same in mine.  I crawled into the middle of my big
California King bed with the covers turned down on either side of me.
Before long, the two of them returned.  Derek slid into bed on my right
side, and Oleg slid into my left side.  I put an arm around each of them,
kissed them goodnight, and they rested their heads on my hairy chest,
falling asleep almost instantly.

Despite being very tired myself I stayed awake reflecting on the day's
events.  If Derek and I were no longer going to have any secrets from each
other, he'd need to know that his English teacher and I knew each other
much better than he had any idea.  Then there was the matter of going back
to court to sue for sole custody, plus back payments of child support.  I
knew my lawyer a lot better than Derek realized as well.  Did Derek know
about the college student across the street who openly flirted with me?

And then there was...my thoughts trailed away as I drifted off into the
most contented sleep I'd experienced in years.


To be continued...?


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