derek's journey
chapter 6
derek’s journey
chapter 6 -
After Trevor left and Derek’s time spent with the suction cupped dildo was over and done with, he went straight to his room to get some sleep. He checked his phone, which was charging on the bedside table, for messages that he may have missed over the last few hours with Trevor. He was hesitant to look for the fear that he DID get a message from Jax. He opened the phone and saw “1 missed call” and “1 new text”. He paused for a minute and noticed that there was not voicemail icon on the phone indicating he had a message. What would he have done if a voicemail was left and it was from Jax? He double checked for a voicemail anyway, but no message was left. Then he pulled up the text message and he saw that it was from Jax. His stomach dropped and he threw his head back releasing a big sigh. He been waiting for this all day. He read the text with caution because he knew that Jax had been upset when he left earlier that day and it might show in the text message. He opened the text and looked on. It said: “Derek, I’m sorry that i left in the manner that I did. That was immature of me but seeing you with another guy got me feeling feelings that I didn’t think I had for you. I know we barely know each other, but I thought we connected. I do want to see you again, but not right now. Please give me some time. I’ll get ahold of you. ‘Jax.” Derek just stared at his phone screen for about 30 seconds then set the phone down. He walked over to his bed and climbed in. “Tomorrow is another day” he said quetly. He laid on his back with his legs spread and his left arm behind his head. Using his right hand, he started at the elbow of his left arm. Taking his forefinger and tracing it along the muscle down into his armpit. He swirled his finger around what was there, he had recently shaved, then moved onto his chest. Reaching his nipple he circled it a few times until it was hard. He stuck his finger in his mouth to moisten it and returned to his nipple, running over the tip of it and pinching it. He could feel his dick getting hard. With his open palm he started rubbing his chest and abs. He could feel the outline of his 6 pack and that made him harder, he started thinking of Jax. He went lower and felt the stubble of pubic hair surrounding his penis. He loved his penis. The size and thickness of it thrilled him. He grabbed his balls and tugged on them, pulling them down, which made his dick stand up tall and large. If only he could suck his own dick none of this would be happening.
As he tugged on his balls he brought his left hand down and took ahold of himself with a firm grip. He started stroking. He felt so close to an orgasm that he decided to hold off. He let go of his dick and balls and whispered “c’mon man, you can hold off until Vegas. It will be that much better. “ He thought of Jax and how bad he wanted to fuck him again. He wanted to feel his body, the warmth of his skin and the tenderness of his touch. He wanted to hold him and never let him go. To kiss him all over as if marking him as his own. He wanted to make love to Jax, which is something that he thought he would never ever want to do, making love. To him sex was sport and he excelled in sports. He noticed he was stroking faster and figured he better stop what he was doing, and curl himself up to go to sleep. Derek fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until morning.
The next morning when Jax woke up he felt lighter, like he had lost some emotional baggage. Could it be that what he was heading for was the reason for this feeling? He pulled the covers back and swung his legs over the edge. His dick was at full attention. He grabbed it and gave it a good squeeze as if to say ‘good morning’. When his feet hit the floor the cold struck him off guard. “Jesus Christ! It’s fuckin freezing in here”. He got up and walked over to where his robe was hanging. Even though his body was in great shape he doubted that his roommates would appreciate a naked roomie at the breakfast table. He went into the bathroom that was connected to his room to splash some cold water on his face and to fix his bed head before going downstairs. When he got to the kitchen nobody was there. He listened and heard nothing. “Hmm. Nobody’s home, I guess”. He grabbed a bowl and some cereal and set them on the table. Then he went to the refrigerator to get the milk. Nothing out of the ordinary in the fridge, so he didn’t think about it much anymore. He returned to the table where his bowl and cereal we waiting fixed up a bowl for breakfast. Captain Crunch Berries, his favorite. He poured the milk, stirred the cereal and enjoyed his quiet breakfast all alone.
