My Bitch – Sequel

After their unbelievable encounter, Derek and Cooper agreed that, every Thursday, they would meet at Derek’s house. Lustful adventures followed, both enjoying the dementia of heated sex, yet much more would develop than either of them could expect.

One day, after an intense bout of sexual frenzy, Derek laid back on the bed and was lost in thought. Cooper was cuddled against Derek’s body, doodling on his smooth chest with his slender index finger, softly drawing shapes and lines that meant nothing.

Derek had come to enjoy Cooper’s playfulness and sensitivity, as well as his intellect, insight and personality. Besides that, it tickled a bit. However, serious thoughts began coursing through his mind.

“How can you do this? You’re just a lustful swine, aren’t you? Cooper gives and gives, yet asks for nothing in return. Although done willingly, you just take and take,” Derek thought to himself as he stretched his mind to comprehend where things were going.

His thoughts were interrupted when Cooper gently asked, “why did you pick me?” Derek was confused, and asked Cooper to explain. “Well, you could have picked anyone in the entire school, but why me? Was it because I’m gay?”

Derek’s mind focused quickly, as if snapped to attention. “I didn’t ‘pick’ you, Coop, and it had nothing to do with you being gay. I didn’t line people up in my head as if I was choosing someone at a whorehouse. From the moment I met you, I knew there was a special link between us. I couldn’t define it in mathematical terms, yet I could feel it in my soul,” Derek said.

Cooper’s heart fluttered as he heard Derek explain how he had been “picked.”

Derek continued slowly. “You see, Coop, I can’t even explain it myself. Your gorgeous body was one thing, those magnetic eyes another, but somehow you managed to cast a spell over me that reaches much deeper. So, Cooper, I didn’t ‘pick’ you, but you actually ‘picked’ me, without even knowing it,” he revealed. “And you know what, Coop? I feel it now more than ever.” Derek couldn’t believe what he had just said, yet knew it was true.

There was a long silence between them, after which Cooper stopped his doodling, then pulled himself slightly away, linking their eyes together. “May I kiss you?” Cooper shyly whispered, daring to finally ask for what he wanted most.

Derek’s reaction was instinctive. “Kiss a guy? Never!” he thought.

However, just that quickly, he recalled the first time they were together when he gave Cooper a tiny kiss. “But that wasn’t a real kiss; it was just a peck,” Derek reasoned. “Was it too much to ask after all of his giving? Such a simple thing couldn’t be so tough,” Derek mused, his mind and heart both conflicted.

“Yes, you may,” Derek finally responded, closing his eyes, and expecting nothing more than a little smooch.

Cooper knew that this might be the only chance to fulfill his ultimate dream. He curled himself against Derek’s warm body, then licked his fingertip, and slowly traced it along Derek’s lips. Cooper could feel them tighten, as if to avoid the male intrusion, so he drew his finger back and pulled away from him, clearly sensing that Derek didn’t want to do this. “I’m sorry, Derek, I know it was too much to ask,” he whimpered.

“It’s okay. Just do it, Coop,” Derek said, feeling a sense of obligation, yet also a thrill he had never experienced before.