My Friend Gave Me a Wet Dream (Patreon)

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There are two Dereks on the team.

Derek S. has been there since freshman year. He's a decent shortstop and a complete dick, and everyone mostly tolerates him because he's decent at shortstop. Derek D. showed up at the start of this season, transferred in, a year older than everyone because he skipped one somewhere along the way. I was aware of him, since he was a good player at another school,  but nobody really knew him yet.

I noticed him at the first practice, the way everyone sort of did. He stood out as a bigger dude. Not taller exactly, just broader through the shoulders, thicker body with a lot of meat on him. When he threw, he made it look easy, even though he was outshining the rest of us with every move. When he ran, he aroused the thought of a train rushing down a track. Dude had momentum.

His attitude was serious about baseball, but jovial about everything else. He was likable, and that was as immediately apparent as his large shoulders.

Then there was showers.

I don't make a habit of looking, but Derek made it difficult not to watch. He had the best “definition” on the team, and it was obvious that we were all a mix of jealous and in awe of the guy. On top of that, he didn’t seem to have a shy bone in his body. He walked to the center of the shower area on the first day, openly glancing around at the guys in our individual stalls looking for a shower head for himself, just nodding as if to say “sup?” to individuals when they looked back, wondering why he was so cavalier.

He wasn’t even wearing a towel, not in any rush toward modesty, no apparent awareness that other people might be having a slightly different experience of the situation than he was. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He had such a different personality than the rest of us. He caught his own reflection in the foggy mirror while he was waiting for a shower to open up, and he adjusted his stance. Rolled his shoulders back. Flexed one arm slowly, just checking himself out.

Somebody wolf-whistled, and the rest of the guys poked their heads out of their stalls to see what was happening. He grinned and flexed harder.

I turned back to my own locker.

A few weeks in, there had been a few group hangouts with the team, and he and I were friendly. I respected his game. He'd nod at me in the hallway. That was about the whole relationship.

Then one Saturday afternoon I saw his Instagram story.

He was at the beach, apparently by himself on a run. I zoomed in on the pic to confirm that he was at the section that was right by my house. Not to flex, but I lived on the “cool” side of town, which was actually kind of far from where Derek lived. So he was out this way, for whatever reason, and I stared at my phone for about a full minute, just thinking.

I opened his DMs.

Yo are you still at the beach?

He replied in about twenty seconds. Yeah why

I typed: My mom is making that good shit if you want to come by. 

Then I stared at that for a second. I'd never once told this guy about my mom's cooking. I didn't know why I said it like that. I cringed at myself, insecurity coming up. But I had already hit send.

Sure! he wrote back. Just like that.

I gave him my address. He was there in ten minutes.

My mom didn't miss a beat. She set another place before he even had his shoes off. My dad shook his hand and immediately started asking him about his mechanics, which Derek seemed genuinely into, and the two of them were talking baseball before I'd even sat down. My little sister ignored him entirely, which is how she treats everyone, and somehow that made him laugh.

He ate a lot. Mom loved that.

We went back to my room after and played games for a while. He was better than I expected. We talked some trash, getting a little competitive. He elbowed me once to distract me, but it was harder than I expected. I dropped my controller.

“Oh shit, sorry!” he said, dropping his own and forgetting about the game.

He put his large hand on my ribcage, spreading his palm flat and rubbing his thumb in a little circle over my shirt, warm and strong. “You all right, dude?”

“Yeah,” I said out of instinct, looking down at his hand comforting me. I smiled a bit.

We kept playing for a long time. It got dark. We didn’t pay attention to the clock.

My parents had mostly stopped policing me at all when it came to my friends being over. Things were good at school, grades were fine, I wasn't giving them anything to worry about. My older brother had been a different story, so I think by the time they got to me they were just relieved. If someone was still here at midnight, my mom would stop by with a snack for us and that was the extent of it.

At some point Derek looked at his phone and made a face.

"It's late," I said.

"Yeah."

"Just tell your mom you're gonna crash here." I said it pretty casually. I wasn't sure why my chest tensed a little right after.

He raised his eyebrows. "That's cool?"

"Yeah, def."

He texted someone, tossed his phone on the carpet, and that was that.

I got up to change and just dropped my jeans and my shirt, which left me in my underwear. I normally sleep without anything on, but I left them on for his sake.

Derek looked over from the chair. "Nice undies," he said.

"Thanks," I said, suddenly more aware of myself.

My mom knocked and came in with a full armload, blankets, a sleeping bag, one of those travel pillows she buys in bulk for like, no reason. I guess she put it together already that he was staying over. She’s always weirdly one step ahead of me mentally. She set them on the floor near the foot of the bed and told Derek it was nice to meet him, and he said it was nice to meet her too, and the way he said it was a bit warm, like he genuinely liked my mom. And I liked that.

When she left, he started sorting through the stuff she'd brought. I was under my covers with my phone in my hand, checking on the texts and things of the day.

"My bed is huge," I said, not looking up. "You can just hop in if you want."

He paused, looked at the bed, looked at the pile on the floor.

"I'm down," he said. "No homo."

We both snickered. He kicked off his jeans and got in on the other side.

He took up a lot of space. I was aware of his volume and the weight of him making the bed curl into his side. The mattress shifted when he moved. There was heat coming off him. He smelled like the beach still, a little, not bad.

We talked for a long time. I don't even know what about, mostly nothing. He said my family was cool.

"I mean, not always," I said.

"Don't say that, dude."

"Why not? It's true."

"It could be a lot worse," he said. He wasn't joking anymore.

I looked over at him. He was staring at the ceiling.

"Your parents aren't cool?" I asked.

"My dad is no good," he said. Just like that. Simple sentence. He didn't follow it with anything.

I didn't push it. We lay there for a minute in the quiet.

We fell asleep.

—[]—

I woke up in the dark and couldn't figure out what had changed.

Then I figured it out. He had moved. At some point he'd rolled toward me, and his arm was across my chest, and he was holding on tight. His hand had my shirt and his grip was solid. Some part of him needed me in that moment. That was the sense I got. He was definitely asleep, which I could tell from the lack of quiet in his breathing. Maybe he was having a bad dream. He'd just moved here on his own, in the dark, and held on to me, his hand cupping my pec, his chest tight and warm against the back of me.

I curled up tighter and stayed still. He was bigger than me and this was a lot of contact.

I eventually went back to sleep, feeling his breath on the back of me in a perfect rhythm.

—[]—

In the morning I woke up and his arm was still around me, but we had both shifted. I had a sensation in my crotch like I had wet the bed or something, but just a little. It took me a moment to recognize it. It had been a while since anything like that had happened, but I knew what it was.

“Oh shit,” I muttered aloud in my hazy, partial wakefulness. 

Derek shifted onto his back, still half sleeping, exhaling slowly. I was still for a second, wondering how to deal with myself without making it a thing. Derek opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling as his hand moved under the covers to his crotch. A bit of morning wood added to the bulge there, and he nudged his junk around like he was adjusting himself. He turned his head and looked at me. Then he looked at the ceiling again.

"Yo," he said.

"Hey."

"I think I had a wet dream."

I didn't say anything for a second, I started smiling. I would’ve laughed if I was fully awake.

“Brooo,” he sighed, “Don’t body shame me.”

"No," I said. “So did I.”

He smiled back at me. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

We started chuckling, a bond forming between us, unspoken.

"I thought we said no homo," he said.

"We did say that."

"Mm."

I told him he could shower first. My bathroom is right next to my room, one door over, so he got up and stretched, breathing life into his body. His muscles were glowing in the morning light from my window, casting the shadow of Adonis on my wall. It actually looked kind of cool. He dropped his stained underwear right in front of me, then bent over to pick them up. I could see the pink hole between his glutes, which made me pause. 

Male nudity wasn’t new. I’d been in sports, but this was just the two of us. I never changed fully naked in front of my brother or anything like that. Derek’s dick hung over his balls different than mine. He was thicker than me down there, and a slightly different shape. His pubes were more abundant than mine. I almost thought about asking if he trimmed them. I chuckled internally and didn’t say anything as he stepped out of my room and into the bathroom.

He came out with a towel around his waist, hair wet, and started going through his clothes on the floor. 

“Here’s some clean underwear and socks,” I said, tossing them to him from my drawer. 

“Nice. Could I borrow a shirt too?”

“Sure, in there,” I said.

He started to go through my closet as I stepped out.

When I came out he was dressed and sitting in my chair, scrolling his phone. We talked about nothing while I got ready. I faced away from him and dropped my towel to pull on my clothes, and I felt a small rush doing it.

"Get your cute little ass ready," Derek said, not looking up from his phone, "and we'll get bagels before school."

"Bet," I said.

I didn't say anything about the “cute little ass” part. I just found my jeans.

Before we left my room, he stopped and turned to me, one hand on his backpack strap. 

“Thanks for letting me crash,” he said with a little smirk. 

I just nodded.

He reached out to give me a bro hug with his free arm, and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, which was not a normal thing to do in my circle of guys.

I didn’t react. We got our stuff together and walked to school. We talked about practice. We talked about the game on Friday. 

In class, I couldn’t really focus. All I could think about was Derek.