Carlos and Derrick

Carlos and Derrick

I met Derrick on the first day of school. I was the new kid at a small Christian school where the entire student body was in 3 rooms on the top floor of a small building across the street from the large church that it was affiliated with. I was seated next to him in the middle of the second to the last row and I was so nervous that I jumped a little when he spoke to me.

“You’re obviously the new guy,” he said with a warm smile, “the teacher asked me to kind of show you around so, unless you have other plans, you’ll be with me all day.”

I instantly liked him and knew that I would be fantasizing about him later that night. Derrick was my age and had tan skin. It wasn’t as brown as my Mexican tone but he had a deep tan that I found very attractive. He was shorter than me and had soft, feminine features and a bright smile. He was just a little pudgy and had an effeminate way of speaking that would have gotten him teased at a regular school. But these kids all grew up together so no one really thought of him as anything other than just Derrick. They knew him to well to realize how pretty he was.

After a couple of months Derrick and I had become best friends and I grew more and more attracted to him. I would catch him looking at me in my underwear when we changed for P.E. so I suspected he might be thinking the same things I was. And those things were extra taboo at a Christian school.

Finally, after 4 months of sitting next to each other in class, eating lunch together, singing in choir together and watching each other change in and out of our street clothes, he asked me to spend the night. At least three times a week I would fantasize about sharing a bed with him and the things we’d do. Finally, I felt like, my dreams were about to come true.

The night before I would go to his house I laid in bed thinking about being with him. I had played around with some friends in the past, but that was more “little boy curiosity” than what I was hoping this would be. I also decided that I wanted him to cum in my mouth.

I was dropped off at Derrick’s house just before on Friday night. His ma served some God awful thing and then his father put on some ridiculously long movie. I didn’t care about any of it. All I wanted to do was get to bed and let the fun begin. I was pretty sure he wanted the same thing because he kept sneaking little touches all evening. He would walk by and just barely graze my arm or back or even my ass once. The contact was almost imperceptible but I had felt it.

Finally the movie ended and we went up to his room. On the way his mother called up to us; “Don’t forget to say your prayers!” I prayed she didn’t come walking in to find her little boy with his cock in my mouth. We entered his room and he locked the door.

“What side of the bed do you want?” he asked and very quickly stripped down to his briefs. I picked a side and started undressing. He didn’t even bother to pretend he wasn’t looking as I stood in my underwear and folded my clothes on a chair.