Can I ask for a continuation of the Derek/Harris verse? Maybe Derek still has to ‘visit’ Harris every now and then for a full weekend even in college? Maybe he becomes the breakout star basketball or swim jock. Getting all the NCAA attention. But when he goes back to Beacon Hills, he’s just Harris’s jockslut. Harris loves inviting people over to watch a prerecorded game of Derek’s while Derek is doing another type of live ‘performance’.
[Detention Verse] - Thanksgiving : Derek/Harris
It had been a few months since Derek left Beacon Hills, he moved cross country, moved in with his sister, started a new life and never looked back. Well almost never.
The memories of graduation day were still as fresh in his mind as they were when they had just happened. Derek didn’t know how many times he had cum or how many loads he had taken in the classroom he only remembered that when he got home his phone was full of evidence of his debauchery. Just swiping through them had Derek’s hole fluttering against the thick plug that Harris had put in him.
Those same pictures were still on his phone, still saved there in a hidden folder. His dirty secret. His own private collection. One that only grew from that point on, as his going away present the teachers had decided to send Derek clips and pictures they had all acquired of the jock being their slut. Despite how much Derek tried to forget and move on he couldn’t. That night had changed everything.
All those extra lessons, those hours with Harris and the other teachers had changed him. It had made everything different.
When he first moved to New York Derek tried to stop himself. He tried to not think about it. But his body wouldn’t let him. His body reminded him constantly of what he was missing. What he was craving. It was a full month before Derek finally broke.
~~~
He couldn’t take it anymore. One night after trying to drink the thoughts away Derek went to his room and locked his door. Pulling out a hidden box from his wardrobe Derek wasted no time.
Derek tore off his clothes not caring where they went. It was like an explosion of clothes by the time he was naked. He lay down on his bed and raised his legs. There wasn’t anything slow and sensual about it. He didn’t waste time running his hands over his body and teasing his nipples or fingering himself open. There wasn’t any time for that.
The only bit of waiting Derek did was when he coating the tip of the dildo in his mouth. His tongue swirled against the cool silicone. Spreading his spit on the head before he used it against his hole.
It was only just the head but that one touch against his hole shocked Derek to life like nothing he else had in a long time. All this time he had been trying to replace that itch that his body yearned for. He used alcohol, working out, even trying some weak ass study drugs. But nothing took away that edge, that need that had been growing in him since he left home.
Whether he was being loud or quiet Derek didn’t care. He wanted it and it was so close he could taste it. The dildo wasn’t large, it was just a regular sized dildo but after a month of not having his ass played with the freshman was tight again. Tight enough for Derek to whine in annoyance from not being able to fit in the dildo at first.
Laying there on his back Derek started to get flustered at the feeling of being so close yet so far. His body sweat from the building anticipation and then the subsequent blue balling that was happening.
Something that had been so smooth before was now so difficult. In a moment of frustration Derek dropped his arms and sighed loudly. Trying to think back, think at how he used to do this. Thinking back Derek thought about that graduation day where he had taken the teachers cocks so easily. While it affirmed that Derek could do it, the memory didn’t offer any guidance in this situation.
The more Derek thought the more he remembered how good it felt. How much he tried to fight it before, but now it was different he was searching for it.
Unable to take it anymore Derek grunted with anger and threw the dildo on the ground. “Fuck this.” He cried. But even with his failed attempts his cock was still rock hard from just entertaining those feelings.
With hands freed Derek raised his legs again, spreading them as a shaky hand darted down his body. It made its way straight to Derek’s hole. It was slightly wet and fully responsive. Quivering to Derek’s touch he started to rub at the opening. With one hand on his hard cock and the other one his hole, Derek moaned in delight.
Dildo be screwed. That wasn’t the effort. Derek teased his hole and jerked off his cock with poor strokes. This was all new to him and he didn’t know what he was doing. It was all that damn teacher’s fault. If Harris hadn’t touched him he would have been fine.
Harris. Derek felt his hole throb at the memory of that man. His fingertip sinking into his ass but never pushing in. Each stroke made him fall deeper into his bed in pleasure. Derek’s legs grew weak and fell down. Raising his hips Derek changed the angle of his fingers against his hole. The attention to his cock was waning.
With each touch on his hole Derek felt himself growing louder and bolder. No longer holding his cock Derek used his other hand and played with his body. Grabbing his ass and squeezing his. Feeling the cheek in his palm Derek never noticed how soft his ass actually was. It filled his palm and was flexible to his fingers.
“Oo.. ooohh fuck…” Derek yelled out. His fingers were rubbing constantly against his hole and that brief moment took him away. His mind went blank. His body started to move on his own as he came over his hairy chest. Splatting up his body and even hitting his face.
Derek panted in his post orgasmic bliss. The high leaving him with a clearer mind than he had had since moving here. He smiled widely and even started laughing. Why had he even stopped doing it in the first place.
~~~
It was Thanksgiving by the time Harris heard from Derek again. After his former student had left the county Harris gave him space. He knew it was only a matter of time before all his hard work paid off. There wasn’t any rush.
However what he got back from New York wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. In the short while Derek had moved away he had grown so much. The teen was no longer growing, he had grown. Derek had changed so much that at first Harris didn’t even recognise him.
The beard, the sunglasses, a leather jacket that was waiting for him to fill out. A form fitted henley and dark jeans. Everything about Derek had changed in just a short amount of time. He wasn’t a cute high school graduate anymore. Derek was turning into a man.
“Hello Mr.Harris.” It took Derek speaking for Harris to even recognise him.
“Derek?! My.. you’ve changed.” He smirked looking his slut up and down. Not missing the blush that Derek was sporting from his obvious gazes.
“Can I come in?” Derek asked the other, stepping into the familiar house even without his answer. Nothing really was different, some new pieces of furniture but to Derek it still all looked the same.
He stood silent as he gazed around the house. Memories and sensations rushing through him. Even Harris’ chair was still the same, the same chair where Harris would sit and watch Derek bounce on his cock for hours as his extra class.
“How is New York Derek?” Harris asked after he closed the door, locking it behind him. There wasn’t going to be any reason for Derek to leave any time soon.
“Huh.. Oh New York is good, fun. It’s not like Beacon Hills at all.” The jock spun around to face the man. Derek licked his lip after he spoke.
Harris didn’t need the words from Derek. He knew why Derek had returned; Why he came back to this house. The teacher stepped forward and took a hold of Derek’s chin in his hand. Tilting it up for Derek to look up those few inches in difference.
“Welcome back slut. Let’s see how well you remember everything I taught you.”
Taking charge again Harris stepped in and crashed his mouth against Derek. Unlike all those times before Derek didn’t fight against the male. He pushed into the kiss and even moaned openly.
“I see it’s not only your looks that have changed.” Harris smiled approvingly. He let go of the other and moved over to his seat. “Why don’t you show me just how much you’ve changed.” Spreading his legs Harris stroked his bulge slowly. The anticipation of seeing how different Derek actually was making his cock grow hard.
Derek blushed deeply as he took the old spot that he used to stand at. Shrugging off his coat there wasn’t any song and dance. It was all smooth and practised. He kept his eye contact on the older man as he worked bit by bit.
First it was his jacket. Taking it off revealed how much Derek’s body had bulked in the time he was away. Then it was his henley which revealed a nice surprise for Harris.
Not only had Derek grown out his body hair, managed to somehow get abs of a god but there was also something else. Harris raised his hand, signalling to Derek to stop.
“Derek. Is that a nipple piercing?” Harris couldn’t help the teacher tone in his voice. He couldn’t believe it. His slut had aged so well.
The man got up and pulled Derek closer to him, his mouth latching on to the man’s nipple. Playing with it in his mouth.
“Nhnn someone said they feel good.. so .. ahhh.” Derek moaned loudly, the words were broken and disjointed while he ran his fingers through his old teacher’s hair. “Mmh Mr.Harris..”
The teacher’s hands reached out for Derek’s ass. His palmed at it quickly before his hands pulled the jeans down. Yanking them away and roughly pulling the college jock’s body around.
“You know I’ve been keeping an eye on you from here. Recorded all your games. I even started to think that you’d forgotten about me.” Although he never got around to watching them he did keep tabs on Derek and his new life. Harris pushed Derek over his chair making him kneel on it with his ass in the air. He spread the other’s cheeks and licked at the rim, pushing and prodding with his tongue. It didn’t take long for Harris to realise that his looks weren’t the only thing his slut had been working on.
“But I can see..” Harris pulled away from Derek’s ass, his fingers dug deep into the other’s round ass.
Pulling them apart showed off Derek’s hole, but more than that it showed off how soft and open the male’s hole was. Even just from Harris’ hands the hole spread slightly and showed how ready it was.
“You’ve been a good boy haven’t you Derek, have you found some dirty men up state to keep you busy?” Harris pushed two of his fingers into the waiting hole. It was tight and hot.
Whimpering loudly Derek brushed the hair from his face. “Uh huh…” His voice was soft and broken. “I tried to resist but.. I couldn’t. But it was so hard.. My body wouldn’t stop crying out for it. I tried everything but I couldn’t take it anymore. At first I thought it’d be okay if I just played with myself but it wasn’t enough.”
Derek pressed his forehead into the top of the couch. Biting his lip from pleasure that was almost overwhelming. “I.. I broke.. I joined.. Ahh.” The cuts in his sentences were filled with moans, sounds of whimpering and gasping as the other showed off his ability.
Armed with the knowledge about Derek’s body he knew all the buttons, all the spots, each and everything on his body that made the male go weak. Harris was the one that found them in the first place.
“Keep going.” Harris said to him. As if to coax out more of the story from him his tongue pushed into Derek’s hole and ate him out even more. Tasting him on his tongue again was delightful. The small bit of stubble he had grown during the holidays scrapped against the hole, making sure to rub against him while he ate him out.
“Uh nn.. I joined a dungeon club… That’s where…” Derek reached behind him and spread his cheeks for the man. “I…” The jock panted against the couch while he tried to look back
“Please.. Harris!! Please fuck me…” It had all become too much for Derek. Between the mental build up he had up until now to how Harris was teasing him there wasn’t anything he could take any more.
“Pl-please…”
Harris’ pride shone through his grin. Derek had turned out better than he had ever imagined. Maybe it was time to reach out to his friends in New York, there were plenty of people in Harris’ contacts that would love a piece of Derek.
The teacher had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Standing up he spat down at Derek’s ass. Using the head of his cock Harris rubbed it against the wet hole. Slapping him with his hard cock.
“I knew you’d come back to me ass first, but I never thought you’d come back to be with even more training under your belt.”
Once Harris was finished spreading his spit against Derek’s hole he wasted no time in shoving his cock into him. If what Derek had said was true then Harris didn’t need to take his time. There wasn’t a need for him to ease his slut back into it.
Harris pounded at Derek’s hole treating his returned slut to a piece of the cock that he had missed for so long. The cock broke his hole and turned him into this hunk of a man. He grinned, pulling at Derek’s hair he yanked the other’s head back. Exposing Derek’s neck for the teacher to kiss at.
The man grunted against the other’s body, his balls slapping harshly against the welcoming hole. Derek’s voice filled the otherwise empty house with howls of pleasure. Sounds of the twisted perversion he had come to love so much.
“Ah-- ahhhh!! Good.. So Good. Missed your fucking cock.”
Harris’s cock was ready to unload into the other but he wasn’t. Pulling Derek’s body upright he reached around and started to play with the other’s pierced nipple. His sensitive nub was hard. Harris knew how sensitive they were because after all he was the one that trained them that way.
It took hours upon hours of sense changing teasing but the first time they saw Derek cum from just his nipples, that was a reward upon itself.
“Harris.. Sir.. I’m…” Derek tried to warn the man. But there wasn’t any let up. He continued, Derek even thought that the male went even harder. His thighs strained against Harris’ trusts. All the force that Adrian was using would have been enough to buckle Derek over if he hadn’t been as strong as he was.
“Milk my cock Derek. Do it.”
Bellowing out in a strained voice Derek’s body felt like it was being shocked. Shaking and gritting his teeth as he came over himself, drips of his cum leaking onto the seat of the couch.
“Fuck..” Harris let out a loud groan as he could feel Derek’s orgasm from inside the other. Squeezing him and milking his cock. He grunted through his final few thrusts before he filled the other’s hole up with cum for the first time in nearly half a year.
But he wasn’t finished with him yet. Harris pulled out of Derek and sat in his chair patting his lap. Derek knew what that meant. Climbing the sides of the cushions Derek positioned himself over the man’s cock before sinking back down and riding him again. But unlike all the other times Derek was riding him with pleasure and vigour. Touching his body and showing off how he moved for the man’s cock.
“Such a good boy.”
Derek whined at the praise, smiling and biting his lip. He knew he wanted to savour this for as long as he could.
Watching Derek on top of him Harris smirked and reached into his pocket for his phone. He started to text different numbers, engrossed in his phone while Derek rode his ass down on his cock.
“What are you doing?” He asked the man. Derek had known how to read Harris’ faces for a long time. Something had caught his attention more than Derek’s ass.
“Oh don’t put on that face.” Harris patted Derek’s cheek, tapping at the pout that had formed on his face from not getting his attention. “I’m just arranging a few things. No need to worry your pretty hole about it too much.”
The man pulled Derek down sharply on his cock. Forcing all over his length into him. “Remember what I told you Derek, when you ride a cock you have to ride it balls deep.” Harris spanked the other’s ass for his laziness.
“Yes Sir..” Derek whispered. His head rolling back as he felt free to indulge himself as long as he wanted on the man’s cock.
“We should have a few hours before they arrive, I just invited some friends over to help welcome you back to town.”
Derek’s cock twitched as he realised what the man had done.
“So why don’t you say we get you all nice and warmed up before your old friends come over.” Harris grinned mischievously at Derek before he dove at Derek’s nipples and his hips started to buck some more.
~~~
True to Harris’ word it was dinner by time people turned up to the house. Teachers, Coaches, even some new faces that Derek didn’t recognise came up to the house.
“Welcome gentlemen, and to our new faces II hope you’re keeping well. As you know it is the season of giving thanks, remembering our good deeds and behaviours and celebrating in hopes of all of that continuing.” Harris had a glass raised while he gave his speech. The men hadn’t been told what was happening. Not even the ones that Derek recognised the most.
“I called you all here for a Thanksgiving celebration, and there will be a celebration.” The men all hollered at the temptation of a party. “And what better way to celebrate than watching a game!” Harris switched on the tv to show one of Derek’s matches
The video started with shots of Derek’s previous matches, his top plays and score card. Some of the teachers began to recognise the name and put the pieces together that this was the same Derek that had recently graduated. His appearance made some of the men wolf whistle at how Derek had changed in the time he had away. Amazed by his transformation.
“Skkk..” Harris breathed through his teeth shaking his head as the men had started to watch the match. “Oh how reckless of me! I forgot one more thing. I mean after all what’s a game without some entertainment?” Harris gestured behind the group of men.
From a closed door Derek emerged, sporting an all together different uniform than what was on screen. He had sweatbands on his wrists and a white jockstrap that had ‘#1 Slut’ written across the band. His nipples were hard and red showing off how long Harris had played with them. The framed ass also bore a tally mark on his ass of how many times Harris had already bred him.
“You all remember Derek, don’t you?” He asked, pointing out the jock behind them. “He’s changed a little from his high school days, but I thought it would be nice to watch one of his matches with him here. See how our school’s old sports star is getting on in New York. Oh and he’s also very generously offered to be our entertainment for today’s party. ”
Derek blushed as he walked into the room and lay on the empty coffee table. He wasn’t embarrassed, he was excited. He was full of energy and never wanted it to end. Raising his legs up Derek showed off his plugged up hole to the men.
“Please use me.”
The words barely left his lips before Derek had been swarmed by hands and mouths. They pulled and pushed all over his body, his nipples, his abs, no part of him was safe. Cocks slapped against him and soon he had one in each end.
“Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Derek.” Harris’ patted at his sluts head gaining puppy love drunk smile back at him before his face was lost under the sea of men.
