Bad Derek

It was a calm autumn day. I was on my morning jog, wearing my gray sweatpants and black shirt, my sweat dripping down my whole body. I started jogging to lose some weight, since I was a bit insecure about it. I wanted to become more masculine, too. I started working out and built up my dream body – not very skinny, with abs, with a manly shape. It helped that I was a bigger, taller person. I felt confident about myself.

Everyday the jog was the same. I ran though my neighborhood, past all the houses placed next to each other. I ran a different amount of blocks every day, that day I decided to not jog that far.

I had just turned eighteen, but I was always mistaken to be older. Puberty hit me hard and I was the manliest of the boys in my class. It helped me, because the others couldn’t bully, because I was gay.

A year ago, I was on Grindr, and I came across a guy from my school on there. He was a year older than me, and often picked on me. He was very masculine and over-confident. He would beat up anyone who called him a faggot. But once he saw my profile, he made sure to post about it on Facebook and expose my sexuality, since I was closeted at the time. He bullied me in school for being gay, which was ironic. He said that he just wanted to call people out on Grindr, so when he found my profile, he was satisfied.

That was a rough year for me, so I started working out a lot to make sure that people respected me. It all worked out and I was happy about it.

Jogging helped me clear my mind, so that day was not filled with negative thoughts.

While I was jogging home, I saw someone standing in the distance. The closer I got, the clearer the image became.

There was a man walking down the street, towards my direction. He was wearing skinny blue jeans, with a pair of black combat boots. He had one a black leather jacket, the one that biker’s would wear. The leather hugged his masculine and muscular frame perfectly. He had a black buzzcut, with a beard. He looked fine as fuck. He looked around forty years old.

He had all the things that made me hard. The looks of a daddy and a leather jacket with boots. As the distance between us became shorter, the erection in my pants became longer. I looked down to see my bulge showing through the pants and I immediately became embarrassed. I stopped jogging and just walked. There were a few meters between us now, so I tried to ignore him by not looking him in the eyes. I was intimidated by him.

Just as I got closer to him and was about to walk past him, I heard his deep voice.

“Hey, you excited?” he said, looking straight at my bulge.

“Uh, hi,” I laughed uncomfortably. “You know how it is in the morning.”

“I do, indeed,” the man smiled and held his hand out. “I’m Derek.”

I shook his hand.

“I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you,” he winked.

I couldn’t control myself. I was all sweaty, standing in front of such a daddy.

Derek placed his hand on my bulge and started slowly rubbing it.

“How old are you?” he asked, smiling.

“Eighteen,” I replied.

“Perfect,” he smiled.

I was blushing so hard, my cock was spewing precum, creating a wet stain on my bulge. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so that was inevitable.

“You’re a cool man, Tom,” Derek said, taking his hand off my bulge. He came closer to me, looking down on me, straight in the eyes. “Wanna join me on my walk? I was just heading home…”

“I’m sorry, but I have to get to school,” I said.

“When are you gonna be free?’

“At around three o’clock.”

“I’ll be in a black Jeep, waiting for you,” he winked. “See you later,” he said and walked away.

Watching him go away, I couldn’t help it and I came in my pants. The stain became bigger, so I made sure to get home and clean up.

I couldn’t wait for Derek to pick me up from school.

I got back home and took a shower, where I stroked my cock until I came again, still thinking about Derek. I got out of the shower and went to my room to get dressed for the day.

I slipped on my skinny blue jeans, a white tank top. I put on my black sneakers and saved the best part for last – my leather jacket. It was similar to the one Derek wore that morning. Just as I slipped it on, my cock got hard under my jeans. I had to put on a pair of underwear underneath, because it would have been uncomfortable. I rubbed my bulge for a bit, before unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out, stroking it until I came in my hand. I licked the cum off my hand and fulfilled all my sexual desires.

I shoved my cock back in and zipped my pants. I left my house, still dreaming about Derek.

I got hard multiple times in class, but I tried not to think about it.

Ultimately, my classes came to an end. I stepped outside and I saw the black Jeep in the parking lot. My cock got hard once again and I started walking towards it.

I opened the front passenger door and saw Derek wearing the same outfit, but with sunglasses.

“Hey, boy,” he smiled,

“Hey,” I replied, sitting down.

“Throw your bag on the back seat,” he commanded. “And call me daddy.”

He turned the engine on and we started driving.

“Where are we going?” I asked him, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Stay silent,” he said, turning up the radio.

He started driving using his one hand on the steering wheel, while taking his other hand to grab one of mine and placing it on his bulge.

“Rub it.”

I did as he instructed and I could feel his cock get harder and longer.

“Good boy,” he said.

We drove to a forest and just as we parked, he brushed my hand off his bulge.

“Let’s go.”

We got out of his car and started walking down a barely visible path.

“Your outfit is sharp,” he said, eyeing me down. “Just like daddy’s,” he said, patting my shoulder.

I just nodded. I wasn’t hard anymore, I was scared actually. I had no idea what Derek was up to, he was scaring me.

“Why so silent?” he asked me, frustrated.

“I’m a little… scared.”

“So what are you gonna do? Piss your pants?” he asked and stopped walking. “You look like a badass but you act like a slut,”

He pulled out a pair of black leather gloves and put them on. He went up close to me and put his hands on my neck, choking me.

“I’ll show you what a real man is like,” he said before slapping me with his gloved hand. “You’re gonna get fucked up.”

He let go off me. I was catching my breath, being completely turned on by what had happened. The bulge in my pants became bigger.

“I see you like being treated like a slut,” Derek said, with a grin on his face.

He started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, pulling out his long hard cock. He was looking at me and stroking it.

“Get on your knees,” he said.

I did as he instructed and got on my knees before him. He came closer to me, his dick before me. Before I could do anything, he shoved the cock inside my mouth. He did it quickly and forcefully, making me gag. He fucked my mouth swiftly, I kept gagging, until he took his wet cock out of my mouth and came on my face. His sperm dripped on my lips and chin, making me his slut.

“Stand the fuck up,” Derek commanded and I did as he wished.

He came in and started licking his cum off my face. He licked my entire face and started kissing me at the end. We started making out, saliva was everywhere. Our tongues were tangled.

Derek quickly pulled back and forcefully spun me around and slapped my ass before pulling my jeans down. I never tried anal, so I tried to spin back around, but Dereck hit me in the head so that I wouldn’t do so.

Everything was happening so fast.

He shoved his big wet cock into my ass, making me scream out of pain. It hurt so bad. He kept pushing it in and out, while tears were running down my face.

“Please, stop,” I begged him.

But he didn’t listen.

He put his hand on my mouth so that I wouldn’t make any more noise.

He started slowing down and came into my ass. He pulled his cock out and I could feel the cum dripping down my legs.

Derek let me go.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, putting his cock back into his pants.

“I asked you to stop,” I shot back.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

We got back into his car and he drove me home.

“I knew you will come back to me,” he said, before I shut the door before him.

As I watched him drive off, I realized that he was right…