My Friend Gave Me a Wet Dream 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Time

I woke up at some point in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep right away. Derek was restless too. I could tell by his breathing, and he kept shifting from side to side. We'd been asleep maybe two hours.

"Hey," he whispered into the dark.

"Yeah."

"I need the thing."

I knew what he meant. I reached over the side of the bed and found it on the floor where we'd left it. It was still messy from earlier. I handed it over without turning the light on.

He took it and was quiet for a second. Then he pressed it against my body, against my lower stomach, touching my sensitive dick and pressing down firmly, and he held it there. 

I felt the warmth of him as he leaned against me and started moving.

I held it steady for him. That's all I did. I just held it in place while he worked his body in and out of it, finding a rhythm in the dark, his breathing getting faster. His hips were mechanical at first, then less so. He put one hand on my side, steadying himself like he needed something to orient himself to.

I watched his face. I could barely see it but I could see enough. His jaw was loose. His eyes were focused on himself entering the toy, and on me holding it for him. Some part of him that was always switched on had finally switched off.

I felt warm from the inside.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and the air hit my ass, cold enough that I felt it right at my hole, a shiver running straight up through me, until he quickly repositioned closer to me, and the heat of his body covered the exposed area.

He started moving again. His hips came forward between my legs, and his abs tensed, framed by my thighs. I watched intensely, the sight giving me a rush of dopamine, and some euphoric, hormonal sensation of being held. His balls touched me on the deeper thrusts, a soft warm graze that I felt everywhere. I held the fleshlight down against myself and watched him work.

His skin was soft as his body rubbed against my legs. That was the thing I noticed most. He had all that muscle under it, dense and intermittently tensing as he drove forward, but the surface of him where his hips and sides met the inside of my thighs was just soft, smooth skin. His warmth radiated into me. His thickness disappeared repeatedly into the toy, slowly, then with more purpose, and I was watching it happen from a foot away with my legs over his shoulders, the toy becoming an extension of myself.

I couldn’t stop looking down at his abs. They pulled tight on every thrust, released, and pulled tight again. He was getting desperate, his movements quickening, his whole body focused on finishing. There was nothing casual about it. He needed to finish and his hips said so. His movements were so focused and granular, like was an angel sent from God. I can’t explain it, but I could not get the heavenly imagery out of my head. I was floating on a cloud. Lying there underneath him, holding the toy steady, watching an adonis that shouldn't exist in real life between my legs, at two in the morning, in my bed.

He pushed himself into me on every thrust. Not into me, but against me, his whole lower body pressing in, his weight coming forward. I could feel the density of him each time he tensed. A light sweat had formed across his chest, catching the low light.

It was the most intimate moment of my life. I knew that while it was happening.

He slowed down, and I sensed that his intentions changed. He didn’t want to finish yet. To my delight, he turned his attention to my body, and grabbed my dick.

"Lemme try something," he said, barely catching his breath.

I felt him angle my sensitive organ, and then press it forward while holding the toy down, and suddenly we were both inside it at the same time, his thickness pushing against mine inside the warm, tight, lubricated walls of the toy, and my whole body went rigid.

"Woah," I said.

"Yeah," he said. His voice had dropped. “It’s tighter now.”

He started moving again, slower this time, both of us packed into it together. I could feel him through it. Every push, every drag back. His skin on mine and our steel-hard shafts forced against each other in a wet hole. He dropped my legs from his shoulders and they fell around his hips naturally, and he kept going, his chest dropping closer, our nipples stimulating each other. I could feel how hard his had become, and I grabbed one firmly, rubbing it instinctively, twisting it gently.

His face was right in front of mine, and I saw him react to the nipple touching. His jaw was tight. He was close and I could tell because he stopped breathing entirely. I leaned forward and kissed him, and he sucked on my mouth, tonguing me back wildly.

I had grabbed onto him at some point, both my hands on his back, pulling him into me. I don't even know when I started doing that. I felt the muscles move in his back, under my palms, the way everything in him pulled and released with each thrust. He was warm everywhere. Dense everywhere. I kept thinking about the word “heavenly”.

He made a sound low in his throat and I felt him pulse against me inside the toy, and then the liquid coat both of our appendages. It got even warmer, and that was enough to take me with him. My whole body locked up and I exhaled sharply into his mouth. He pulled back for a second and then dove back in, shoving his tongue against mine.

We stayed like that for a second, both breathing hard, his forehead almost touching mine.

He pulled himself out of the toy slowly, the white mess coating his member. He took the toy off of me, and it leaked out onto my crotch before he tilted it back up, holding the rest of it inside. He dropped it onto the floor by my bed, grabbed the towel from earlier, and wiped us both up. I just watched him, grateful, in awe of the experience, sleep pulling at the backs of my eyes.

Then he rolled off, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Phew," he exhaled.

"Awesome," I said.

—[]—

In the morning, we had slept in late after staying up so late. We awoke simultaneously to my mom knocking on the door slightly loudly.

“Don’t lay in bed all day, boys!”

I opened my eyes as I heard her feet tap away down the hall. I looked down to see Derek’s arm around me, stirring to wakefulness, rubbing my flat abs before pulling gently away. We looked at each other in a daze after the imperfect awakening.

We sat up and yawned, both our eyes focusing down on each other’s crotch as we blinked them into daytime mode.

“Boner alert,” he muttered, clearing his throat. 

I chuckled. “Look who’s talking.”

He stood up, and I admired his body yet again as he stretched, the morning light providing his contours the exact shadows they were meant to have. We took turns going pee, and I brought the fleshlight in with me to clean it. When it was sufficiently not disgusting, I brought it back into the room, holding it out for him to put back in his bag. He pushed it back.

"It's yours."

"No way. That thing wasn't cheap."

"It’s fine."

I knew he never had money, so I figured it meant more for him to buy something like that. We went back and forth and I told him I was paying for half, minimum. He looked at me for a second, then reached past me and pulled open my top desk drawer. He didn't ask which one. It was like he just knew. He looked at the cash sitting there, looked back at me, and smirked.

"How did you know that was there?" I asked, suspicious.

"Lucky guess." He pulled out a twenty, slowly, and pressed it into his pocket. "If you insist."

"You're gonna rob me blind," I said.

“You better watch out for me,” he said with a wink.

“What’s mine is yours,” I said with a shrug.

He smiled. Then something crossed his face, quick and quiet. "My dad used say that, but when he money out of my room, it wasn't funny. He was just being an asshole.”

Then he was already lying back, looking at his phone, done with the conversation.

I looked at him for a second. Then I let it go.

He left a bit later after a phone call from his Mom. And the rest of the day, I kept thinking about the drawer. Him knowing exactly which one. Reaching in like it was already his. The twenty coming out slowly, going into his pocket, his eyes on me the whole time.

I'd gotten hard watching that, for whatever reason.

I'd never felt that with anyone before, that specific thing, the intimacy of sharing what’s mine.

—[]—

On Monday, Derek wasn't at lunch.

I sat with the usual guys and ate and tried not to think about it. I checked my phone once, on an impulse. Nada.

Halfway through, I still hadn’t started eating. I didn’t want to admit it, but it felt different without him there. I just wasn’t hungry. Suddenly, he came through the cafeteria doors moving fast, slightly out of breath, a big paper bag in his hand. He found my table, made eye contact with me, and without slowing down swept my tray clean off the table with his forearm. My food hit the floor. The table went silent.

He set the bag down between us and started pulling things out. Taco Bell. Burritos, tacos, more than enough for two people, spread across the table in front of me like he was setting up a buffet.

Derek S., who had become “the other Derek”, yelled from a few seats down, "Is that for all of us?"

Derek looked at him. Then looked back at me. "No. Just us."

He sat down and unwrapped a taco and took a bite.

I looked at what was in front of me, stunned. The food I already had was just thrown onto the floor. The guys were all looking at us, halfway between shock and laughter. The boldness was drawing attention to all of us. I looked around carefully, then picked up one of the burritos. I took a small bite, careful because I really only like my Taco Bell a certain way. The taste made me turn my head to the side. I looked at him.

"These are like. Me style exactly."

"No idea what you're talking about," he said, smirking at me.

"You ordered it with no cheese, with extra…"

"Eat your food."

I looked at him a little longer. He kept eating, completely unbothered.

"Now I owe you again," I said.

He looked up at that. Raised one eyebrow, slow. His smile came up on one side first. "I like that," he said.

Derek S. got up from the table a minute later, made a face at me as he passed. I didn't give him anything back. He kept walking.

I ate my food and didn't say much else. Derek talked, to me and the rest of the guys, about the weekend, about practice, about something one of the other guys had done in the outfield that morning that he found genuinely funny. I listened and ate food he'd ordered exactly how I'd order it, from money he'd taken out of my drawer, and tried to just be normal about all of it.

Most of the conversation was not registering with me at all, except when he gestured toward me briefly, saying to the guys, “We had an awesome weekend.”

My eyes went wide. 

“What’d you guys do?” someone asked.

“Video games… and stuff,” I said, staring Derek down, wondering how far he was planning to go with this.

He dropped it, moving on to the next topic immediately, and my heart stopped racing.

I walked to class alone after.

Halfway down the hall I just stopped for a second, not for any reason, I just needed to think. I was already looking forward to seeing Derek again. That was the whole thought. Not the next sleepover, not practice, just… being with him. Specifically him. In whatever context. I was already looking forward to it.

—[]—

In my free period after fifth, I was heading to the library when I heard footsteps behind me. I somehow already knew, or else just hoped. I heard his voice.

"Yo."

I turned around. Derek, backpack over one shoulder. He gave me a chin nod.

"You wanna come with me?"

"Where."

He was already walking. I followed him down the back hallway, past the equipment room, into the baseball locker room. It was empty in the middle of the day, quiet except for the overhead lights humming. It smelled like the same room it always was, leftover boy sweat and shower soap, but it was quiet in a way it never was after practice. It was like a different room almost.

He dropped his bag on a bench and turned around.

He made the gesture. Fist, slow motion.

I smiled, my face turning red. "That's crazy.”

"I need it." He sat on the bench, easy. "Don't you? And it's so much better together… with you."

He pulled off his shirt in a flash, and reached gently for mine, playing with the edges near my waistband, waiting for me to decide. I looked at the door. Looked back at him. His logic had convinced whatever part of my brain it needed to, because I was no longer in control of my body.

I reached for my waistband, and he pulled off my shirt, the awkwardness of my arms only stopping us momentarily. He closed the gap between us, grabbing my pants, lowering them the rest of the way for me, and he grabbed my hardness.I reached into his pants too, feeling his size in my fingers. We were both hard already, looking down at each other. 

His pants fell to his ankles, and we stood there, rubbing each other clumsily, the nerves of the public situation adding to the thrill of this taboo new hobby we had developed together.

Our foreheads touched as I started milking his leaky, clear juice onto my abs. He pushed my organ against his, and we adjusted our hands simultaneously, so we were both grabbing both of us. It felt like I was holding one giant dick in my hand, and it was fun. His slimy shaft rubbing against mine within our grip was amazing.

“I like that,” I said, chuckling slightly.

“Me too,” he said.

I looked up into his eyes, just a couple inches above mine. “Have you done this with anyone else before?”

He looked at me for a second. “I mean, I’ve fucked around a little bit. I have a brother. But… no. Not like this.”

He brought his jaw to mine and kissed me. His lips were warm against me, and I came immediately into our hands, even getting a squirt onto his body. 

He watched my face and moved his hand faster, finishing me off until I was too sensitive and had to pull away. I held myself and watched him beat his meat, staring at my body, the remnants of my own pleasure, and I got an idea. 

“Use my mouth,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

I got on my knees and held his hips. He pressed in without hesitation.

“Fuck,” he said quickly. “I’m already close.”

I bobbed my head as best as I could, having no idea what I was doing. When I rolled my tongue around the head, he lost it. I felt every square inch of his pole as it tensed up, pulsing, until a voluminous squirt landed on my tongue.I reached up and gripped him, milking him like I needed the last bit of go-gurt out of the tube. I swallowed instinctively, the bizarre, organic taste not stopping me at all. 

"Good call," he said.

"How was it," I asked, wiping my face as I sat up on the bench, pulling my pants up my shins.

“Better than pussy,” he said with an exhale, as he started to dress himself again.

“Shut up,” I said.

“No really,” he replied, “I’m the one who owes you now.”

I smiled a little, weirdly proud of myself for getting through that, and somehow doing a good job at it to boot.

“What’s mine is yours,” he muttered as he pulled his shirt over his head.