The six or so weeks since the end of the summer training camp had left Derek in a bit of a funk. Returning to the same old hookups off the apps after the intense experiences at camp had been disappointing, and he felt as though he were almost in withdrawal from the rush he had felt during his time as a toy for the whole team to play with. He wondered if it had just been a flash in the pan, a quick moment of pure ecstasy that would never repeat itself now that the boys were back home and he wasn’t their only option to get off. He tried to set the thought out of his mind; the school year was approaching, and he would be interacting with all of them, Coach Brauer included, for the entire rugby season. If they wanted to pretend nothing ever happened, he would follow their lead. He had accepted this reality, planning to simply resign the experiences at the rugby camp to fantasy and move on, when late on a Wednesday night, about two weeks before the start of school, Derek’s phone chimed. He had been absentmindedly scrolling, some cheap reality show blaring in the background on the small TV in his room. The vibration startled him. When he saw the name of the contact that had sent it, Blake DeWall, his heart jumped, and his mouth suddenly felt dry. He swiped down to open the message.
“Hey Derek, I’ve got my parents’ lake house to myself for the long weekend, and some of the guys are gonna come up and chill. We were wondering if you might want to come through…”
His cock was immediately stiff. He wondered briefly for a moment if Blake had texted the wrong number, but as he reread it, he saw that he had addressed him by name. Nervously, he replied, doing his best to feign nonchalance.
“Sure, sounds fun.”
The reply was almost instant: “Great, I just got up here tonight, come through whenever.”
His phone buzzed again with the address. He looked it up; it was about a two-hour drive north of the city. He immediately stuck his head out into the hallway and yelled downstairs, confirming that he could borrow the car for the weekend. With his parents and sister absentmindedly shouting back their assent, he hopped back on his bed, fired a quick reply to Blake saying he could come up tomorrow, and then pulled his shorts down around his ankles. His hard cock bounced against his lower abdomen. He started masturbating furiously. His mind raced. Derek pictured Blake’s massive, creamy white, pink-tipped cock ramming against the back of his throat. He remembered the cold surface of the desk, legs shaking furtively, as Blake worked his tender ass over with a belt. The thought of it alone made him shudder slightly, shooting a massive, ropey load all over his stomach. He wiped himself off with his briefs and threw them in the hamper.
The next morning, he was packed and out the door before lunch. The ride north towards cottage country passed by in a sun-soaked haze. He arrived at the address that Blake had sent around noon, pulling off the road and following a long, winding gravel driveway up towards the house. He pulled in behind another SUV that sat with its trunk open— the front door of the house stood ajar. He stepped out of his family’s old station wagon just as a tall, slender, middle-aged woman with hair the same rusty colour of red as Blake emerged through the doorway. She startled momentarily upon seeing Derek, then broke into a warm smile.
“Hi there, hon, you must be one of Blake’s friends.”
Derek was momentarily confused. Were Blake’s parents here? He reflected suddenly, wondering if this had not been an invitation to some torrid weekend of lakeside debauchery as he had thought— and hoped. Noticing the lull in between her statement and the expected reply from him, he snapped back into himself. Extending a hand, he smiled back at her, “Yes, ma’am, Derek Walker, lovely to meet you.”
The woman smirked, “Oh, please, ma’am is not necessary, you can call me Lisa.” She shook his hand politely before turning on her heel, sticking her head back into the doorway and calling in a bright but forceful yell to alert Blake that his friend had arrived. A second later, another figure, a man, emerged from the house carrying a large suitcase. For a moment, Derek thought it was Blake, having the same sturdy, muscular frame. But he quickly saw that this man was older, with much darker brown hair, flecked with salt and pepper.
Lisa spoke sweetly to her husband as he tossed the suitcase into the back of the SUV, “John, this is Derek, one of Blake’s friends from university.”
Derek’s father wheeled around and flashed a politician-esque smile, extending his squash racket-sized hand towards Derek. The handshake was jarringly firm. Derek introduced himself again, gearing up for small talk, when Blake emerged from the front of the house, shirtless in a pair of sun-faded swim trunks, carrying a second suitcase. He gave Derek a momentary look that landed somewhere between sheepish and conspiratorial.
“Hey man, welcome to the lake!” he called out as he tossed the second suitcase into the trunk of the car.
“Derek, honey, sorry to be terrible hosts, but John and I have a wedding back in the city to get to, and we're already running late. Blake will have to give you the tour of the house.”
Derek smiled, feeling a slight sense of relief, “Oh, no worries, have fun!”
Lisa planted a peck on Blake’s cheek, and the couple piled into the SUV. “You boys behave!” she called out playfully as they peeled out of the driveway, a cloud of dust behind them.
Blake blushed a little bit as he looked at Derek, “Sorry about that, they were supposed to leave way earlier this morning.”
Derek smirked back at him, “Don’t worry about it, at least I got to see what a piece of ass your dad is…”
Blake chuckled and shoved Derek playfully, “Ew, dude, don’t be fucking gross.”
He followed Blake, marvelling at how his dense, muscular shoulder blades strained against his porcelain, freckle-dusted skin. The tour of the house was short and perfunctory, ending in the kitchen. Blake reached into the fridge and pulled out two beers, cracking one with one hand as he extended the other towards Derek. The can felt icy in his hands. Both boys took a deep swig in unison. They looked at each other for a long, electric moment.
“So, you want to go for a swim?” Blake asked, cutting the tension. Derek relaxed slightly.
“Sure, let me go grab my suit out of the car,” Derek replied.
“No need, it’s just us, and the next house is like a mile away”, Blake responded as he pulled the drawstring of his suit with one hand and slid it down around his ankles. Derek’s throat tightened, and his mouth filled with saliva. Even soft, Blake’s cock looked enormous. Derek found himself staring. Blake shook it at him playfully, “Your turn, Walker.”
Derek sheepishly stripped down, his rock-hard erection bouncing as he slid his shorts around his ankles.
“Damn it, really doesn’t take much to get you locked and loaded, does it?
Blake leaned closer, wrapping his hand around Derek’s hard cock and tugging playfully. Derek moaned slightly, and Blake burst out laughing. He wrapped his free hand around Derek’s throat, pulling Derek closer as he squeezed lightly. Derek moaned louder. Blake leaned in, tightening his grip on Derek’s cock and throat, and spoke into his ear, “You really are too damn easy, Walker.” The heat of his breath made Derek shudder. After a lingering moment, Blake let go of both.
“C’mon, there will be plenty of time for that later, let’s go for a swim while it’s still light out.” He grabbed Derek by the shoulders and thrust him towards the door, slapping him firmly on the ass with a loud crack as they went.
The house sat on a deep inlet jutting off the larger lake, tucked between two hills on either side. The water itself was cold, and Derek’s erection dissipated quickly as it jolted him out of his lustful reverie. The boys swam out to a wooden dock bobbing in the centre of the lake. Derek climbed up and lay on it, the sun-baked wood feeling deliciously warm against his bare ass. Blake hung off the side, resting his head on his thick, muscular arms as the two idly chatted. After about an hour or so of splashing around, they swam back to shore and crowded together into the outdoor shower close to the back of the house. As they soaped themselves up, Derek noticed Blake’s cock become slightly engorged. He grabbed it and played with it idly, and it quickly stood at full attention. Derek ran his hand up and down its slippery, soapy length.
“God, I can’t believe I managed to fit this thing into my ass.”
Blake chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’re pussying out now.”
Derek smirked, “No, I’m game, it’s just kinda crazy to look at it like this. When did you know you had such a gigantic cock?”
Blake smiled mischievously, “Must’ve been twelve or thirteen, got changed in the locker rooms with my junior rugby team, and everyone’s jaw dropped.”
“I’m sure.”
“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, though. A lot of times, I’ll go home with chicks, and they’ll tap out. Or I can only stick it about a third of the way in and have to be really gentle.” He spun Derek around and pressed him against the wooden panelling of the shower, “Not you, though.” Blake pushed his wet, slippery cock against the small of Derek’s back, “You, I can slam it in all the way and pound you like a cheap hooker.” Derek pressed back against Blake’s hard cock, gyrating his hips plaintively.
“Oh, how romantic, I bet you say that to all the girls,” Derek intoned sarcastically.
Blake leaned forward and stuck three of his fingers into Derek’s mouth. Derek sucked them dutifully. “No, Walker, that tight, velvety little cunt of yours is really something special.”
Derek moaned again, and Blake shoved his fingers even deeper towards the back of his throat, “Now go upstairs and clean yourself out.”
Derek turned his head, coughing slightly as Blake’s fingers retreated from the threshold of his oesophagus, “No need, I cleaned out before I left.”
A devious grin spread across Blake’s handsome, freckled face. “God, you’re such a little slut.”
He pressed Derek’s face against the wood panelling of the shower with his left hand, as he slid the fingers of his right, still wet with Derek’s saliva, between Derek’s asscheeks. He playfully glided his fingers around the rim of his hole before he slowly slid his middle finger in. Derek clenched against it and moaned. “Say it,” Blake commanded.
“Say what?” Derek said, breath shaky.
Blake slid a second finger, his index, into Derek’s hole. “Say you’re a slut,” Blake commanded again.
“I’m a slut,” Derek moaned breathily, his face pressed against the wood. Blake bent his fingers down, massaging Derek’s prostate. Derek let out a guttural moan and bucked backwards against Blake’s hand. Blake, with surprisingly good aim, dripped a large gob of saliva onto Derek’s hole and slid his ring finger in, thrusting his hand gently.
“I can’t hear you. What are you?”
Derek groaned as all three fingers grazed his prostate. He could feel a thick bead of pre-cum leak out of his rock-hard cock. “I’m a slut,” he grunted louder. Blake slid his pinky finger into Derek’s hole, and he moaned.
“Say you’re a faggot,” Blake commanded.
Derek’s head was swimming. His hole burned slightly as Blake’s thick fingers stretched it. Blake spun his hand, fingers still inside, around so that the palm faced upwards. Derek groaned loudly.
“That doesn’t sound like, ‘I’m a faggot,’ to me, Walker.”
“ I-I’m a faggot.” His voice was shaky.
“Yeah, you sure look like a faggot right now.” Blake slid his thumb into position, his hand mimicking the shape of a duck. Derek recognised what he was doing from porn. Blake began pressing slowly, Derek’s hole giving way slightly. He made it almost all of the way until the knuckles before Derek lurched his hips forward.
“Sorry, that might be a little much for me.” His face felt hot. Blake gently slid his hand out and removed the other one from the back of Derek’s head. He kneeled slightly and spread Derek’s cheeks apart. Derek could feel his hole gape, and clenched to make it pucker.
“Hmm, that’s a shame, Walker. You’re gonna have to make it up to me then.” Blake stood back up and spun Derek around, pressing him against the wood panelling of the shower by the throat. He leaned in and forcefully stuck his tongue into Derek’s mouth.
The pair frantically made their way from the shower up to the bedroom. Blake tossed Derek onto the bed in front of him. Derek rolled onto his back, pulling his knees to his chest and exposing his pink hole. Blake grabbed a bottle from the nightstand drawer and squeezed a generous glob of lube onto the creamy pink tip of his cock. He pressed it against Derek’s hole. Derek moaned.
“Beg for it,” Blake growled.
“What?” Derek looked up at him, flustered.
“Beg for it,” he repeated, pressing the tip of his cock against Derek’s hole.
Derek tossed his head back and groaned again, “Please fuck me.”
“I don’t know if that’s that convincing,” Blake grunted.
“Please, sir, fuck me with your massive cock,” Derek begged.
“What are you?” Blake wrapped his hand around Derek’s throat and squeezed.
“A faggot, sir,” Derek wheezed.
“A faggot what?”
“I’m a faggot slut, sir.” Derek’s cock throbbed.
“Good girl,” Blake growled as he slid his cock into Derek’s ass with a firm thrust. Both men moaned.
“God, I’ve missed this tight little pussy,” Blake moaned, tossing his head back as he began thrusting into Derek vigorously. The old bed creaked as the strokes grew more forceful. Derek winced, caught in that ecstatic limbo between pleasure and pain. His own cock bounced playfully with each forceful thrust from Blake, smearing precum across his lower abdomen with a wet slap. Blake had both of Derek’s hands pinned to the mattress and was pounding with a galloping tempo that made Derek’s legs twitch slightly. After a couple of minutes, Derek felt that familiar pressure in his lower abdomen building, and as Blake continued slamming against his prostate, he felt, suddenly without warning, himself clench, as he shot a pearly jet of cum onto himself. He hadn’t even touched his cock.
Blake slowed for a moment, looking down at the puddle of cum on Derek’s abdomen with a deviant glint in his eye. He reared back with his left hand and slapped Derek across the face with a satisfying crack.
“Did I say you could cum, faggot?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“We’ll have to do something about that.” Blake flipped Derek over, putting him on all fours before thrusting his cock back into him ruthlessly. He grabbed a fistful of Derek’s wavy brown hair and yanked it forcefully as he began pounding away again. Derek’s cheek still felt hot from where Blake’s hand had made contact. Tears streamed down his face. He was in heaven. Blake reared his free hand back and slapped Derek’s right ass cheek forcefully with another satisfying crack. Derek moaned loudly.
“You want this load, faggot?”
“Yes, sir, please, breed me.” Derek gasped breathlessly.
“Tell me you want this load in your tight, pink faggot cunt.”
Blake’s strokes grew even more forceful. The bed frame shook violently.
“Please, sir, shoot your load in my tight, pink faggot cunt,” Derek pleaded.
After a final salvo of forceful, ball-slapping thrusts, Blake slammed his cock to the hilt and shot a warm, gooey load into Derek’s hole. He lurched forward, collapsing on top of Derek. The two lay there together like that, sticky with cum and lube, for a moment as they caught their breath.
“See, I told you that pussy is special,” Blake chuckled.
Derek rolled over onto his back, the sheets sticking slightly to the half-dry load on his stomach.
“Sorry about cumming so early,” Derek replied.
Blake ran a hand down Derek’s torso, wrapping it around the base of Derek’s cock and balls and gripping tightly. He looked at Derek with a mischievous grin.
“About that, there was something I was wondering if you’d be down to try.”
“Other than fisting?” Derek shot back sarcastically.
Blake chuckled again as he stood up and returned to the nightstand. “We can work our way up to that.”
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that,” Derek replied, looking quizzically as Blake rummaged in the drawer, producing something in plastic packaging. He tossed the mystery item to Derek, who caught it. It was a small, metallic chastity cage. He shot Blake a curious look.
“Listen, no pressure, but I’ve been watching some porn with guys in chastity, and I think it could be hot— your call.”
Derek turned the packaging in his hands, looking at the cage with a sceptical expression before turning to meet Blake’s mischievous gaze.
“Sure… we can give it a try.”
Blake’s face lit up. “You sure?”
Derek shrugged, “Wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’ve done this summer.”
Blake laughed. “Okay, great. Go shower off, then I can help you put it on.”
Derek stood from the bed, his ass sore and his stomach full of butterflies. As he fumbled with the shower, waiting for the hot water to kick in, he wondered somewhat nervously what the rest of the weekend would have in store.
