Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 22:34:51 +0000 From: Derek Jensen Subject: "Breaking the Ceiling" - Chapter 3 Heyo! Final chapter here! If y'all like it, I'll try and maybe write some fictional stuff based off of other sexual stuff I did. Thanks for the kind messages and support. Please consider donating to Nifty on https://donate.nifty.org/ so they can keep the website up and we can continue to jerk off to these stories! --------------------------------- Chapter 3 -- Locker room Those following days were a bit over the top. Rick and Marco basically did what they wanted with me, except anything that would count as anal. They treated the house like their own as well, during those following times. They would ring the house, usually after dinner, walk in without an invite, make themselves into the basement and expected me to follow them. They'd prop themselves on the couch, sometimes turning on the TV, and started chatting about random stuff, smoking cigarettes. If I didn't kneel down right then and there, Rick would look at me and give me a smile and a nod, indicating what he wanted. He used to treat me a little bit better than Marco, but I wasn't very upset at how the latter did so. On one of those occasions, they came around late afternoon. They didn't go to the basement, and instead Rick marched on to the living room, prompting us to follow him. We sat there, watching TV, ordered some pizza, and I truly felt like I was just hanging out with some friends. Before that day, this is something I hadn't felt with Rick at least. Don't get me wrong, I was still very much wanting to suck his dick 90% of the time, but it was nice that he had my back while Marco was a lot more aggressive with me. Rick wanted to make me feel like a low-rent slut, because he knew I liked it, but Marco didn't really care about how I felt. But anyways, there we were, in the living room, just hanging out, while I kept thinking when they were gonna go to the basement. After a couple of hours, hunger came back, and Rick got up to fix himself a sandwich. It was dark outside by then and the room was dimly lit. I was standing next to Marco on the couch when he said "Hey" and I looked over and he had his dick in his hands. He grabbed my neck and shuffled me onto it, so I went into auto pilot, even though we were in the living room. I had a feeling Rick did that on purpose, just to see what would happen. I could hear him going through the fridge. But what startled me was another sound. The usual upstairs music went down, and my brother made his way down the stairs. I tried to get off Marco, startled, but he kept me there. The back of the couch was facing the stairs, so he couldn't see me. He went into the kitchen and recognized Rick and Marco as schoolmates. He went to get some juice, exchanged a few words with Rick, who told him I was in the bathroom, and went back up to his room, all the while Marco was keeping me in place, and I was panicking. I got off his half-chub, finally, and both of them laughed. Other than that, not much out of the ordinary happened after that. After my parents came back, things went back to bushes and such, mostly without Marco, until late August. Like I mentioned, there was a soccer field near my old house, where all the neighborhood kids used to hang out. We did a lot of things, but mostly played soccer, especially when the sun was out. I can still remember vividly the greenery in the surrounding area, and the humidity during that summer. 30 minutes out in the sun, and I'd already be sweating and the ice cream would be melting. It wasn't the fanciest of places, but there were a couple of locker rooms off to one of the sides. One for girls, one for boys. Obviously the one for boys was the one most used, and it was also seldom cleaned, I'd guess once every other day maybe. Naturally, it smelled of soap and sweat for days, and the heat made it even more intense. Due to this, they weren't exactly used frequently. It was more common when there was an event going on, or when some 20-year-olds got together once a month to play after work. I myself had only gone there maybe 3 or 4 times throughout my life, up until that point. It was a particularly hot day, hottest out of the year. One which, without much noise, you could hear the cicadas cry out. It was just me and Rick that day, and two other kids, playing soccer under the blazing sun. I wasn't even thinking about sex that much. The two kids had to go home early because of some family dinner, which left me and him. I was wondering if I should go home, because there was no shade comfortable enough that day. I went to get my water bottle and saw Rick making his way to the aforementioned locker room. `Where you headed?' I asked, out of sheer curiosity. Rick stopped and looked back. `I'm gonna take a shower. Saw the cleaning crew there this morning. It's probably still clean!' He took a couple of more steps and looked back again. `Are you honestly going home smelling like a truck stop?' He made a good point. The only reason I followed him was because I wanted to be part of the guys. You know, the group of males who showered together and rough housed and didn't really care about being around each other naked. It was a little difficult navigating that world through my queerness. Because of that, I took every chance I got for that experience as well. But if it was with Rick, it made me nervous, because there was always the implication of sex. Having these thoughts in my head, I made my way through the field and into the locker room. It even more humid inside, and it had this clean smell mixed with wet skin -- the best way to describe the latter would be to compare it to a college dorm room, which I found out later in life. Rick took off his clothes, left them on a bench, and went into one of the showers. I had never noticed his butt until then, which was pretty great for a teenager. At that age it was rare to find a peer with a nice ass, let alone a hairy one. Without a word, he looked behind him and found me staring. `Don't be a pussy, c'mon.' He said. I copied him and used the shower head next to him. There was plain body wash to use, and the feeling of it on my body, with lukewarm water that graduated to cold slowly, made my dick twitch. A small boner appeared, and I acted like it wasn't there. I heard him chuckle, but didn't acknowledge it because, Rick usually outright says when it's time for me to suck him off, and he didn't say anything of the sort now. We showered in silence for ten minutes. It was slightly awkward for me, but I did my best not to let it show on my face. We then went to the bench to retrieve our belongings. `What are you doing?' Rick asked, as I picked up my sneakers. `What do you mean?' I asked, bewildered. `We don't have towels, you can't just put your clothes back on. You gotta air dry!' Again, he had a point. I conceded since it should only take a little while for the water to dry off, what with all the heat. I sat down, fumbling with my hands, while Rick sat next to me, super relaxed, like he was in a sauna. There was indeed a little bit of steam and vapor, making the air a little hard to breathe. I looked over at him and he had his eyes closed. Naturally, mine followed his chest hair and happy trail down to his thick dick, which twitched from time to time. God it was such a good dick. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I daydreamed of having some kind of psychic power in order to know when Rick was stressed or something so I could be there ready to suck him off. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Rick looking right at me. He laughed when he saw me. `Don't be embarrassed. Come on, do what you do best.' I couldn't deny what I wanted. However, we were slightly in public. `Here?' `The door's on the other side of the building, we'll hear if someone comes.' He leaned back again and closed his eyes. He took my answer as a "yes", obviously. I slithered down to my knees and took his dick in my hand. I looked at it for a second, and felt lucky to suck such a beautiful pole. I was already lost in lust before I put it between my lips. I kissed it a few times and passed the head through my lips, using a lot of saliva, and then lapped on the head. It was precumming already, making me remember that at least I haven't touched his dick in a week. He was probably backed up. The precum was salty, but so fucking tasty. I kept licking it, and going down to his balls, inhaling deeply the smell of washed groin. He opened his legs further, allowing me to really get in there. He moaned, and held my head on his balls for a bit. Then he guided me to his dick and started face fucking me. To my surprise, I made it down to the base with little effort. My tongue couldn't get a lick in, as I was going up and down avidly. Saliva just kept coming out, as he hit the back of my throat, and my jaw ached from his thickness. But I did my best and went up, down, up, down, up, down, for a long time. I was feeling his dick going insane, throbbing and precumming, so I took my mouth off and started licking the shaft, to also give myself a break. After a moment of doing this, he grabbed my hair and made me look at him. `I wanna fuck you.' My stomach turned. The air was almost unbreathable, and I was so out of breath, I couldn't say anything. I just looked at the direction of the door. `No one ever comes here. Definitely not at this hour. C'mon dude...' `But like... have you ever done that?' I asked, with a heavy sigh. `No.' `With girls I mean.' `Nope.' There was a pause as we panted. `Listen, you're gonna love it dude! You already love dick!' `But it's so big...' `Are you sure?' I wasn't sure. I was asking those questions because I was trying to psych myself up. Bear in mind, I did want it. I could feel my hole twitching at the thought of a dick in there. But he was indeed very big, not optimal for a first time. I decided I wasn't gonna throw away the opportunity, because I didn't know if there would ever be another one. Silently, I turned myself around, not entirely sure what I should do. He guided my hips onto his lap and I held myself there, hearing him spit into his mouth, and slobbering it on his dick. I could feel the head poking at my hole, and I tried to relax. That wasn't too difficult, because it fully felt like a sauna in there. For a second I remembered I didn't have a lot for lunch that day, and thought it was serendipitous. His head made its way inside me, as I breathed out. That was the easy part, because the thickness would start at the foreskin. He laughed while he moaned a bit. `Fuck, that's amazing.' He said I put my hands on his thighs, and tried to sit down further, getting what I thought was about half of his cock up inside me. I stayed there for a bit, knowing I had to move, but when I tried to go up, his dick fell out. I felt a relief, but immediately he held my hips, and pointed his dick to my hole, and made me get back on almost half-way down. This way was too fast, it stung a little. However, now it was easier to go up and down a few times. It started to feel good, as I could feel my insides adjusting. Up and down a few more times, and it started to hit spots I didn't even know I had. He spit again on his hand and placed it around my hole, which defo made it feel a lot better. I stopped myself, when I realized I was moaning. When I did this, I felt my hole relax again, and decided to sit down fully, taking his dick down to the base. It hurt like hell, but it was a pain mixed with pure fucking pleasure. He held my stomach as he loudly gasped in lust. `Fuck, Derek! That's fucking sweet.' He put his other hand on the bench and started to pump inside me slowly at first, and I felt like I was gonna be split in half. It felt amazing, him puncingh my insides with such little effort. Someone looking at us would think I was a whore, from the way I was screaming and saying "yes". But this position wasn't super comfortable, as we were inexperienced. He told me to put my hands on the floor, which I did, as he slowly got on his knees, never taking his cock out, and put me in doggy-style. I opened my legs as much as I could, and he slowly pulled out, and pushed back in. He held my hips and started pumping at a steady pace. I was on my knees and elbows, arching my back as much as I could, trying not to slide because of the water vapor and the sweat on that faux marble floor. My own dick was fully hard, flapping back and forth, and my moans kept getting louder, as I couldn't control them. Damn, it didn't even matter if someone would open the door and we had time to gather ourselves -- they would hear us from outside surely! He slapped my ass, as the pace got faster. `You liking this?' `Yes.' `I can't fucking hear you faggot.' `Yes!' I yelped. `Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up Derek. I'm gonna fill you up so good bitch. You want that?' `Fuck, yes, please!' I screamed. His pace got faster and rougher. `Damn, you are such a faggot.' He said, laughing He then put his body weight on me, and I was fully lying on the floor, face to the side, as he held one of my hips and the back of my head. I thought I was gonna go insane. I needed this so bad. `Here it comes bitch!' Four pumps later he threw out a "FUUUUUUCK" and I felt him filling me up, so deep inside. At least five shots went straight up in me, coating my intestines. I could feel him on me, gasping, one hand still on the back of my head. My head was pressed down against the floor. The only things on my mind were how much my hole felt good, and the smells. To this day, whenever I go into a locker room, that mix of water vapor, wet skin, humidity and soap never fails to give me a massive boner. He got up, plopped his dick out and sat on the floor next to me. Then he lied down next to me as I turned over. We laughed, coming down from that euphoric high. `You ok?' He asked, much to my surprise. `Yeah yeah! A bit sore. But yeah I'm good.' `What about that, need help?' He asked, pointing to my boner. `I don't know if I want you to fuck me, like, right now.' I said, chuckling. `No! I mean... I could...' He put a hand on my thigh and got closer. `Y'know... keep talking and help out.' `...I never came dude... Like, I've never been able to do that.' `Well, try for me!' He was being weirdly soft with me, and I still was horny as hell, so I took him up on that offer. He kept looking at me, and I felt his fingers sliding towards my hole. `Oh yeah, you're sore.' He said, proud of himself. `I am, but... you can finger me if you want.' `I know, I know...' He said smiling, and then put a finger inside. I smiled back, feeling the warmth inside me. I started to jerk off while he looked at me, and he started to massage the hole. In a minute I was at that peak I usually get from jerking off, but for the first time, I managed to break that ceiling, and my whole body started having spasms. `You gonna cum you little fag?' `Please, don't stop.' `Fuck Derek, cum for me, I really wanna see that.' He kept pushing in and out fast, with only one finger, and I finally came with such a force, I thought I was gonna pass out. I was a mess, with cum all over my body and face, and also inside me. I still stayed there with him looking at me, because I needed a few moments to gather myself. Rick suggested we needed another shower and helped me up. We did so, and left the locker room as if nothing happened. During the last three or so weeks before school, we still did a lot of stuff, and he fucked me every chance he could. When school started this stopped entirely, as we didn't exactly have the biggest freedom, or time even, to get together. A month after, him and his family moved away, and I seldom saw him again. I found his socials a couple of days ago, which prompted me to write this, as I reminisced about our first experiences. He lives with his girlfriend now and I can't lie, he aged like fine wine (we're in our thirties now). He's big, with a strong jaw, still hairy, nice pecks with a dad bod to envy. I don't know if he's gay, bi or straight. I don't think it matters, because even though he was very dominant with me, I fully believe were just experimenting with each other. And as I grow older, I find more and more queer and straight men who've had these kinds of experiences, many of which were at a really really young age. So here's another one I guess. Copyright Derek Jensen, July 2023 Any and all similarities to real or fictional people are purely coincidental.