I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up I could see a silhouette standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I could also hear murmuring from the bathroom, so it must be Derek in the doorway.

He was sipping something. I realized it was a beer.

He walked to the side of the bed. I could barely see him, but I could tell he was sporting a woody. I don’t know why but my dick started to inflate when I saw his boner.

He sat the beer on the nightstand and just stood there. I had no idea how nervous he was, but I had a belly full of butterflies. Breaking this taboo was thought to be the ultimate betrayal of manhood. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad in the dark. My room was nearly pitch black.

Because he just stood there I patted the place next to me. I don’t really know why. Instinct I guess.

Derek sat down. He didn’t move. I guess he was nervous, so I patted his side, and he lay next to me. I guess I’d be taking the lead.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked, half hoping he would jump out of bed and run away.

“Yeah,” he croaked. He sounded like Becky. A nervous virgin who just wanted to get the first time over with.

“Do you want me to just get it over with?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he croaked again. “Please, I want you to do it.”

Now he wanted me to ‘do it’. Earlier he was saying he wanted me to fuck him. Being confronted with the reality of what he was asking me to do must have caused him to hesitate.

I reached across to the drawer in the night stand and he grabbed my head and started kissing me. I pulled the lube out while he was sucking on my tongue.

I broke the kiss and said, “Get on all fours.” Derek jumped into position. I could see his butthole. It wasn’t gross.