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The Next Big Thing, Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-03-12 04:22:14 +0000 UTCThe moment that 19-year old Derek Choi returned home from his semester abroad, he hightailed it over to his boyfriend's house. He was DESPERATE for some action, having the spent the past five months away from his huge hunky man.
Derek saw Jack's truck in the driveway and was happy he was home. He knocked on the front door, but when nobody answered, he figured that Jack's parents weren't home and he couldn't hear the knocking from his bedroom. So Derek ran around to the backyard and sneaked in through the sliding glass door on the patio, which was the entrance he used when trying to grab a quickie from Jack without his parents finding out.
Derek went to his boyfriend's bedroom and opened the door. "Jack?" he called out into the darkness.
"Derek, is that you?"
The college student squealed with delight, and then, after kicking off his flip flops, walked to the bed in the darkness and jumped on top of Jack, disregarding the loud "oof" sound he made. "Oh, Jackie, I missed you so much," he said, just before shoving his tongue into Jack’s mouth.
The two kissed for a while, and then Derek pulled down the covers and tossed them back. Jack was naked and looked a little different in the darkness, but Derek was too horny to notice. Instead, he just started grinding his pelvis on top of his boyfriend's crotch. "Can little Jack come out and play?"
"Um, sure, I guess," Jack said nervously.
Derek smiled, and his bright white teeth flashed in the darkened room. "I've missed you something awful the last few months." He started bucking with vigor while sitting on his boyfriend, and Jack’s cock responded immediately by growing quickly underneath.
"Will you do that thing were you raise and lower me on top of you, sweetie?"asked Derek.
"Um, Derek, I don't know..."
"Please, Jack, please. It makes me so hot!"
"OK, I'll try."
Derek smiled again, tossed off his shirt and shorts, and sat back down on Jack's crotch. Jack put his hands on Derek’s torso and tried to lift him up on his erect penis, but he just couldn't budge his boyfriend.
"Come on, honey, hurry up. I'm so horny right now," said Derek.
"I'm trying, Derek. But I've been really tired lately."
"Tired or not, I only weigh 100 pounds. You can lift more than that with your little finger."
Jack pushed with everything he had, but he simply could no longer hoist his boyfriend, even though he had done it dozens of times in the past.
"Jack, what is going on? Why are you joking around?" Derek asked and turned on the lamp next to the bed.
Suddenly, he understood why Jack could not lift him. Jack had practically melted away in the past five months from hunky muscleboy to scrawny wimp, as if he had done the entire Captain America transformation in reverse. Additionally, the rich tan that had once kissed his muscles had faded to a pasty white, and his well-coiffed blond hair was now a messy brownish mop.
"What happened? Where did all your muscles go?"
Jack tried to reach the bedspread, but it was down around his ankles and he couldn't move with Derek on top of him. "I've been really tired, I told you. I haven't been to the gym, baby, and I lost a little muscle."
"A little?" Derek asked as he reached over and flexed Jack’s arm. "Your bicep barely looks bigger than mine!"
"I'm sorry, babe, I'm gonna work out again, I promise. Can you just turn the light out and continue with the sex?"
"With you? Sorry, Jack, I need something a bit more substantial to play with." Derek got up, quickly dressed, and stormed out.
"Derek, come back, please!" cried Jack. He threw on some clothes to chase after him, but he got winded before getting across the lawn.
Derek hopped back in his car and drove immediately to the one place he was guaranteed to find a hot man: the local beach. He wasn't about to waste any more of his time on Jack – it would be one thing if he gotten fat, because he actually liked guys with some true heft on their bones, but he wasn't at all attracted to skinny wimps (even though he was one himself).
He parked his car in the lot and checked his face and pomade-sculpted black hair in the rearview mirror. "Perfect," he thought.
Jack's ex got out of his ride and headed for the ice cream stand. He bought himself a vanilla cone and gleefully licked it as he walked along the boardwalk.
There were a lot of people having some fun in the sun, and one in particular caught his eye: Colin Harvill, another recent graduate from his high school. He was a 5'10" blond stud who had played football with Jack and wrestled as well. Years of strict dieting to stay within his weight class had done some damage to Colin's metabolism, however, and he was finding it harder and harder to stay under 211 pounds. But since he was riding a college scholarship for wrestling, he had gone down to the boardwalk for a jog to lose some of the flab he had packed on during the offseason.
Colin had only been jogging a short time when Derek walked by. He was already out of breath and sweating, plus he hated that there were so many other people around who might see his saggy pecs and gut flopping around under his tight t-shirt.
"Hey, Colin," said Derek, still licking his cone. "What's going on, big guy?"
Colin took an extra few seconds to answer in order to catch his breath. "Just...just...just trying to shed a few pounds. I am at 230 pounds, and I gotta get back down to 211 before wrestling starts up in January."
"But it's only June, silly. You have all the time in the world to lose 20 pounds, and you big boys lose weight so fast. Besides, I think you look great."
Colin wasn't sure what was happening, but it seemed like Derek was flirting with him. "What's going on? Are you trying to make Jack jealous?"
"No, Jack and I broke up a little while ago. He's just not man enough for me anymore."
Colin was shocked as the two had been going out for over two years. "Really?"
Derek nodded. "Yep. Turns out Jack is kind of wimp these days, so I'm back on the market and looking for a real man to keep me company."
Colin took a long look at Derek’s slim body and smiled as he thought about the fun they could have together. He was wary, however, because he and Jack had been friends and teammates back in high school, and he wasn't sure if his now ex-boyfriend was telling the truth.
Derek took note of Colin's staring and moved in a bit closer. He grabbed Colin's bicep and gave it a squeeze. "A real man with real muscles like yours, Colin. Why don't we go back to my place and I'll make you some lunch and then...well, then we'll just see what happens."
