The Curse of the Magical Balls

Evernight Publishing www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2012 Penelope Rivers

ISBN: 978-1-927368-53-4

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs Editor: Karyn White

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DEDICATION For Mary, who works so hard. Someday you'll make it to the big-time.

THE CURSE OF THE MAGICAL BALLS Penelope Rivers Copyright © 2012

Chapter One There was a sign on a nearby shop that read “Magical Balls”. Derrick couldn't help himself; he grinned. He wondered if the owner of the store knew what the sign implied. It wasn't every day that a psychic store offered such masculinity. "Oh, magical balls," one of his friends said, elbowing him in his side. "Looks like you'll need to go in there, eh? Did you fall short again?" The sign didn't seem quite so funny anymore. Derrick was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school a month ago. He was enjoying the last free time that he had with friends before they all went their separate ways. Some were going to the community college a few miles from the high school, and others were taking the high road and were traveling to some obscure place. Unfortunately, Derrick was in neither of these two groups of people. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to push himself through a few more years of school or travel. He wasn't sure of much of anything anymore, honestly. It also didn't help that he was the laughingstock of his friends right now. A few weeks ago, right after graduation, the school goddess and beauty queen had approached him with teary eyes and a lit-up smile. "I like you so much." One thing had led to another, and she had crawled all over him, a drunken tiger. But she hadn't turned him on. Her size D breasts, her waist-length long hair, and her fat, red lips had done nothing to excite him. She had tamed their math teacher that year and had made him crazy about her, yet Derrick’s cock had remained as flaccid as a dead snake. After the incident, she had said, "I'll never tell." One day later he had over thirty text messages varying

from insults to cruel jokes. He still hadn't recovered. Worse yet, he still couldn't figure out why he hadn't been able to have sex with her. If she didn't turn him on, then no girl could, which meant that he wasn't attracted to girls at all. He had been arguing with himself inwardly regarding that, but he was too nervous to embrace the realization that was dancing in front of his face. Derrick sighed and tore his eyes away from the store, which he had been staring at in his absentmindedness. Peter, however, stopped their group of five and continued to examine it. Derrick couldn't figure out what Peter found so appealing about it. From what he had seen of Peter in the locker-room, he had huge balls and a dick to match. "Let's go," Derrick said weakly, grabbing Peter's arm and attempting to pull him along. "Come on. Let's just look inside. It's interesting." They entered inside the shop and looked around. It was small and cluttered inside, and everything smelled too much like incense. Derrick coughed into his hand and grimaced. He should have waited outside while Peter got his fortune read by a magical testicle seller. "Is no one here?" Derrick asked, looking around. Peter shrugged and waited. There was the sound of scuffling from beyond the room, and then someone stepped out from beyond a veil of dark black. The fortuneteller was nothing like Derrick had expected. First off, the fortune teller was a male. Derrick wasn't sexist, but every fortune teller that he had seen before was a female. Also, the man wasn't even portly and old. Instead, he had to have been in his late twenties to early thirties, and the shirt that he was wearing did little to hide his bulging muscles. There was only one word to describe what this man was: sexy. Derrick gulped. Though he hated to admit it, his cock didn't feel so flaccid anymore. In fact, it was becoming so active that he felt it throb and ache, pushing past his boxers and rubbing against the hard material of his jeans. He reached downward and tried to readjust himself. Shit, shit, shit, he thought. No wonder I couldn't get it up for the cheerleader.

As if the man could sense his thoughts, he looked right at Derrick and grinned wickedly. Derrick could hardly ignore the day-old growth on the man's chin, nor the way that his strong, gorgeous jaw line tightened when he laughed. Derrick’s cock throbbed again. The man turned toward the rest of the group and said, "My name is Lucas." "You're the fortune teller?" Peter asked him. He snuck a look at Derrick out of the corner of his eye. "You're going to read my cards?" Lucas grinned and then laid his eyes on Derrick again. Derrick moved his hand to cover his dick. Peter, who had been standing next to him, shook his head. Derrick felt his face get hot. After Lucas had provided four more folding chairs around the round table, Derrick moved forward and sat in the seat nearest to Lucas. Lucas looked over at him and grinned wickedly again. Derrick half wanted to upturn the table and start humping Lucas’s leg like a dog in heat. Instead, he shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. He had never, ever had this happen before. Once, he had had a dream about his male camp counselor and had enjoyed it, but it had been nothing like this. Lucas laid Peter's cards out on the table and explained them one by one. Peter looked narrow-eyed and angry. Derrick wondered why. It was Peter’s fault that they had come into the shop to begin with. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Hell, Derrick thought, reaching between his legs again. "You've got a big future ahead of you," Lucas said to Peter, but he was looking at Derrick out of the corner of his dark eyes. He was practically smoldering at him. "A very, very big future. This future is so big that it's going to have a great deal of trouble fitting." "Big future?" Peter's eyes narrowed even further. He cast a look at Derrick. "You'll enjoy it, though," Lucas said. "I'll make sure that you do." Derrick's cock throbbed in response to Lucas’s words. Another card was pulled, but Derrick was too busy trying to keep from squirming underneath Lucas's gaze, which was hot and intense. Derrick felt as though Lucas was running his fingers up and down his stomach, even though there was no possible way it could

have been happening. It must have been Lucas's intensity. It was undeniable, even from across the table. That was probably why Derrick hadn't noticed that the reading was over. Everyone was standing up around him, but he was still staring at Lucas and Lucas at him. Derrick felt as though he was being hypnotized. His heart was beating hard; his cock was throbbing; and his mouth was dry. God, help me, Derrick thought. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that he was putting a spell on me. "Derrick," Peter said, grabbing his arm way harder than necessary and forcing him to stand up. "Come on, dude." Peter begrudgingly dug into his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash. To Derrick's surprise, Lucas shook his head. Their other three friends bustled out, but Derrick lingered. Peter was waiting for him at the threshold of the door. Lucas was watching him with eyes of liquid chocolate. Lucas reached into his pocket and pulled out another oracle card and handed it to him. After that, Lucas took a step closer until they were pelvis to pelvis. He then wrapped his arm around Derrick's back and squeezed his ass, three times. His breath was a whisper of peppermint. "It's the card of lovers," Lucas said to him. Before Derrick could say anything, Lucas walked away without another word. Card of lovers, huh? Derrick thought, looking down at the card. He shifted uncomfortably. Lucas had been sexy, but he hardly knew him. He shouldn't have even thought about having sex with him. **** "Derrick, are you okay?" Peter asked him. "You're looking a little flushed." Derrick ground his teeth. He had felt hot all over ever since he had left Lucas's psychic parlor, hot as in horny as hell. In fact, his cock was still painfully erect, even though he had taken a break from dinner three times to masturbate. He felt as though Lucas had put a needle in his arm and had filled him with some sort of magical sex hormone. Derrick shuddered and picked at his tomato ravioli. Peter watched him and made a sound out of his throat. Derrick wondered why Peter had his underwear in a twist. He wasn't the one that had been having a problem with his cock. Already, Derrick was so horny again that his body was beginning to hurt.

As the waiter came to deliver water, Derrick noted how fine the waiter's ass was, like two plump cantaloupes squeezing together. Just as he was examining the man's tight ass, Derrick made a sound out of the back of his throat and realized that he was being ridiculous. He was going to have to jack off for the fourth time tonight. "Again?" one of his friends said, as he stood up and shielded himself with his hands. "How much water did you drink today?" Derrick scowled and then walked away. When he reached the bathroom, he was relieved that nobody was in there. Last time, a man had been at the urinal, and he had had to stifle his groans as he jacked-off in the stall. It had been embarrassing as hell, especially when he had come with such overwhelming force that he had splattered white ribbons all over the bathroom wall. That was something that he had never done before. He locked himself inside the only available stall and started to undo his pants. Already, his erection was full mast and was red, swollen, and dripping with pre-cum. He cursed Lucas and then ran his hand down his cock from top to bottom, imaging the way it would feel to fuck the waiter who was probably delivering the table breadsticks. He thought, I wish that he would deliver me his breadstick. As he ran his hands from base to balls, he moaned. He couldn't help it. He imagined the way the waiter's fine ass looked as he bent over, the way it would feel to watch that waiter's mouth move over his cock, and he started to lose control. Cum spilled from his body, and he could not contain a yelp. This orgasm was much stronger than the last one. He cleaned his dripping cock and shuddered. This has to do with exploring a new side to your sexuality, he thought. You didn't realize that you were into guys…until now. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to digest this new information. He was too busy getting horny. A moment later, he stumbled from the bathroom stall and nearly ran straight into Peter, who was standing outside of it with his arms crossed. "Have fun?" Peter asked, smirking. "And I wondered why the hell you kept disappearing."

Derrick’s face filled with heat. This was more embarrassing than the time that Peter had pulled down his pants in the middle of his seventh grade pool party. On top of that, he knew that Peter was the type of guy who would never let him live this down. He was the class clown, the famous football running back, the guy that everybody knew and talked to. There was no way that he could keep his mouth shut. "Shut up," Derrick said, still flustered. "So do you normally jack-off for dessert?" Peter asked. "Or was this a special occasion?" Derrick was silent for a moment and then said, "Why do you care so much anyway, Peter? Is it normal for you to question a guy about his masturbation habits, or were you just disappointed that I didn't let you watch?" Instead of retaliating with a jibe, he saw Peter's face grow stony. This was unusual for Peter, Mr. I-can-take-any-joke-and-throwit-back-in-your-face. Derrick went very still and wondered what he had said wrong. Peter was Mr. Popularity and had had a different girlfriend every day of the week since his junior year of high school. There was no way that Derrick’s comment could have hit too close to home. "Peter," Derrick said gently, "I'm sorry." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Why are you apologizing?" Peter said stiffly. For the first time in his life, Derrick realized something about Peter: the way he looked disappointed and stuck out his bottom lip was positively sexy. His eyes were a dark brown and smoldered without even trying, and he had a pronounced chin and a light beard. He was very masculine and had nice shoulders and a great body from years of athletics. Wow, thought Derrick, staring at him. Wait. No! No! No! Not Peter. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me! Why am I thinking like this? But it was too late. The idea of Peter naked, his muscles glistening and gorgeous and tight, caused Derrick’s body to strain at his pants yet again. He felt hot in the face because he saw Peter's eyes drop low as he became engorged. "Uh," Peter said. "Holy shit. I thought I had problems. How the hell did you not manage to get it up before?"

"It's because – because—" Derrick took a shuddering breath. "I'm going to tell you this because I don't know what else to do, okay? Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I mean that – nothing." Peter nodded. "I swear to God, Peter," Derrick said, "tell anybody else, and I will cut off your balls." Peter grimaced. "Seriously, I won't tell. What's going on?" Derrick took a deep breath and then released. He let his words out in a hasty sentence. "Earlier with Lucas I discovered that I was actually attracted to men, and he did something to me that is making me horny every five seconds." After that, he expelled air. Peter stared at him. Derrick half expected him to laugh out-right, but he didn't. Peter didn't look horrified by his words, either. He had half expected Peter to be freaked out by the "I discovered that I was attracted to men" part of his statement. After all, the two of them had slept together in the same bed during slumber parties as children, and they had showered and dressed in front of each other later. "I knew you were," Peter said after a moment. "Attracted to men, I mean." "What the hell? No, you didn't. I didn't know. How could you have known?" Peter shook his head. "The number of times you made comments, how could I have not known? You even had celebrity male crushes. That's why I was giving you so much shit for going out with that bitch." That chased his breath away. He felt insulted. He wasn't even sure if he was fully gay. Maybe he was bi. He crossed his arms, and visions of sexy naked men danced in his head. His cock went from half-mast to full-salute, and he swore loudly. Peter was examining him. "Shit." "Yeah, shit," Derrick said. "I'll be back." Once again, he retreated back into the toilet stall and tried to calm himself down by reading the writing on the wall. Clark is a bastard, one person had written. Tina is a nosy bitch, wrote someone else. It wasn't working. He could here Peter moving around outside of his stall, and it was making him hornier.

Peter, he thought. Peter with me. He could imagine the way Peter looked without his clothes on because he had seen the image so many times. The two of them had swum together in Peter's pool barenaked the majority of their lives because that was the way that Peter liked it. He had refused to let Derrick swim in his boxers. He imagined Peter dripping with water, his cock erect and pointed right at him like the world's sexiest come-hither sign. In response, he shuddered and groaned. Now he was aching again, and he had to reach down and finish himself off. He came on top of the toilet seat, and his cock had barely been flaccid for a moment before it already had the makings of another erection. This isn't humanly possible, he thought. Outwardly, he groaned. "You done?" Peter asked him, sounding worried. "For now, yes," Derrick said. "There is no way that you can get hard again," Peter said. "That would be an inhuman possibility. Ever heard of sexual exhaustion?" "I told you," Derrick yelled, whipping around and banging the door open. He left the bathroom stall. "That guy, Lucas, did something to me. It was like some sort of sex curse or something. I keep getting horny, especially when I see a sexy guy around." "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Peter said, starting to laugh. "Sorry to break it to you, Derrick, but getting horny doesn't count as a curse. It's just what happens when you find somebody that you think is attractive." "I've been horny before!" Derrick said. "Just not like this." Peter continued to laugh, and Derrick crossed his arms, waiting for his next "big adventure." Already, he was getting an erection. He could feel it tickling the inside of his pants. Heat filled his face as he got embarrassed. Peter laughed as Derrick continued to fantasize about him. At least now that Peter was being a total ass, he could feel less guilty about using him as fodder. He imagined Peter touching himself, Peter getting pouty, Peter being glassy-eyed. He was just getting to the finer points when Peter suddenly discovered something that he thought wasn't all that funny.

"Wait a second. You just said, ‘when I see a sexy guy around’," Peter said. Derrick's eyes widened in horror. He had said that. Peter was putting two and two together. "When I came in, you went in the stall and jacked off, right?" Derrick paled and prepared to get punched. "It's not my fault, okay? I'm not in control. Look at me! Look!" Peter looked down. Derrick’s erection was raging again, fullmast. Peter's face paled now, too. "Okay, he did something to you. You just beat my masturbation record. There is no way in hell that you could beat me on a normal day."Derrick turned red. Before this, he had never masturbated more than twice in a row.

Chapter Two "Thanks for getting us out of eating dinner," Derrick said squeakily as Peter entered the bathroom a second time. He had had to ejaculate twice into the toilet while Peter was gone. Every time that he came, the curse increased and made his next need even stronger. Jacking off was hardly doing it for him now. He felt like a drug addict that needed something stronger to keep him going. "Well, I couldn't have you eating your food with you dick hanging out," Peter said, studying Derrick with curiosity. "I'm trying to figure out how the hell your body is doing this. Are you tired at all?" "No, that's the weird thing. I feel like humping legs. I'm totally pumped full of adrenaline." Peter grimaced. "Let's just keep you out of the way of legs for the time being, okay?" Peter grabbed his hand and started to pull him out of the bathroom. As they went, Derrick felt his erection return. Peter's hand was so hot that he bet that it would feel great on his cock. That made him even harder. As his erection grew, he started to waddle. It became hard to walk with it sticking out like that. As they headed along, Peter's hand brushed his tip, and Derrick let out a cry of enjoyment that filled the restaurant and turned heads. People laid eyes on their linked hands and Derrick's erection and began to whisper. Parents forced their kids to turn around. Derrick, who thought that he had reached the height of embarrassment at ejaculation number seven, realized that he was wrong. His penis was going to make things a whole lot worse. They headed out the door with Peter keeping his head down. Derrick was stunned that Peter was helping him. Before this, Derrick had had him pegged as a homophobe, the type of guy who cringed away from anything outside the norm. But Peter was the type of guy who apparently took big things head on. Big, big things. Things that were growing.

Derrick stopped and flinched as his cock throbbed. He needed to quit with the dirty thoughts. "Shit, Peter," he whimpered. "Let's just go over here for a minute. An alleyway or something, okay?" Peter raised an eyebrow and then nodded. Derrick wandered into the dark alleyway by the restaurant and prayed that nobody would come. He hid behind the dumpster, undid his pants, and fondled himself. As he touched his soft balls, he felt enthralled with energy and adrenaline. He could have had sex all night and kept on going and going. But it was not enough. He wanted to do more, things that he had always subconsciously longed to do but had never dared. As he jacked himself off in the front, he reached behind himself with his free hand and slid it into his pants and inserted one finger into himself. It felt so good that it caused him to quiver. He thrust with one hand and pulled with another. He couldn't believe that he hadn't done this sooner. As his cock threatened to explode and quaked with pre-cum, he moaned out loud and increased his intensity. He thrust inside of himself with another finger and barely flinched. Just as he was nearing his breaking point, he groaned and looked over the dumpster. Peter was there and was staring at him. That was just enough to cause a shockwave to go through his balls, and he erupted in a wave that doused the brick wall of the building. He removed his fingers from his ass and wiped them on his jeans. The cum stain would have to remain on the brick. A moment later he walked out of the alley and approached Peter, who had not said a word even though Derrick had met his eyes during his orgasm. "Feel better?" Peter finally said, even though they had already began walking along, trying to find the psychic's shop. Derrick nodded. Something strange had occurred. He still wasn't getting hard, but he could feel his erection threatening to extend. Peter looked down at him, and that caused Derrick's mouth to water. Yet, he still found himself being calm, for the moment, anyway. "Maybe you were wrong," Peter said as they walked down the street and passed people. "Maybe you were just really, really horny, and Lucas didn't do anything." "I'm not sure that's it," he said.

As they walked the street, ten minutes went by and then fifteen. Still his erection did not grow. This was the longest that he had lasted since reaching the restaurant. Maybe it's over, he thought. He wondered whether it was odd for him to be disappointed that the curse was gone. A part of him had been having fun doing things that he had never dared to do before. That was when he was filled with thoughts of cock again. Big cocks, little cocks. It didn't really matter. Right now he was horny enough to grab anyone and force them against the wall. But he couldn't. He moaned and squirmed. "Shit," he muttered, looking around desperately for an ally. "Damn it all to hell. Another erection." Peter's eyes widened. "A big one this time. Let's get you somewhere, fast." "I've realized something." Derrick moaned and squirmed. "Every time I get another one, it takes more to relieve it, but it also takes longer to come back." Peter nodded in understanding and said, "Let's just get you somewhere private." After that, Peter led him past a Greek restaurant and into a secluded parking lot surrounded by trees. This time, Peter did not pretend to not look. He stood right next to him and watched as he dropped his drawers, revealing his throbbing cock that was dribbling. "That's amazing," Peter said in awe. "How the hell are you not dead or in pain right now?" The way that Peter said it and the way that his eyes stared without leaving him made Derrick's horniness even worse. He bent over as far as he could and spread his legs, thrusting into himself immediately with all of the fingers that he could muster. Sometimes it was two; sometimes it was three. He massaged his soft balls and tenderly caressed his tip. But his body just kept going and going with shockwaves of pleasures. As he thrust inside of himself, he realized that something was wrong. He wasn't coming. He needed something bigger inside of him, something better. His cock was practically vibrating with want, and it was beginning to hurt. Beads of cum condensation erupted on his tip, yet he couldn't explode this time, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Please, Peter," he said. "Help me." Peter bit his bottom lip. Honestly, Derrick didn't know what he expected Peter to do. Straight guys wouldn't help him have sex with himself. Then again, straight guys didn't watch other men jack off so eagerly either. He looked at Peter and trembled, feeling leftover cum dribble down his tip and then drop to the floor where it splattered. Peter watched him for a moment and then said, "Come here." After that, he hobbled over and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter reached downward and grabbed Derrick's cock without flinching. It felt so good, better than anything else that he had experienced before. He let out a cry that he could not stifle, and he didn't care that he alerted half the neighborhood and the restaurant right next door with it. Peter massaged him underneath his balls and then moved one hand underneath his shaft, expertly. In response, Derrick shuddered and cried out again. Sweat drenched his t-shirt and caused it to stick to his skin. His mouth watered as Peter massaged his tip tenderly with his thumb. Peter touched him with such expertise that it made Derrick think that he had done this before. He groped and massaged in all the right ways. Derrick had to hold onto Peter's shoulder in order to not fall over from the pleasure of it all. "Yes," Derrick whimpered. "Don't stop." Peter grunted in response and picked up momentum, using one hand to pump Derrick’s cock and the other to grab his shoulder. They continued this for quite some time until finally Derrick moaned and then came, dribbling, all over his shoes. They leaned together, forehead against forehead, and panted. That was when Derrick looked down and saw that Peter was erect, too. For me? Derrick wondered. Did Peter get like that from watching me? Peter saw him looking and then flinched away. "Do you want me to, you know, help you?" Derrick asked. "I don't have the curse of the magical balls," Peter said. "This is just an ordinary erection. Just give me a moment to calm down. Mom – sister – oh gross, Natalie naked. Okay, okay." Peter had gone from full-mast to half-mast, but he still looked extremely uncomfortable. "Let's just get out of here, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Derrick asked. "I'm okay," Peter repeated. "Let's just get you back to that psycho, Lucas, before you begin humping light posts." As they walked along together, things grew awkward. Derrick was certain that he was never going to forget being touched by Peter, so that meant that Peter was never going to forget touching him. They had permanently changed things, and Peter probably wasn't even bi. Derrick frowned and looked at the floor. Had Lucas caused him to lose a friendship? He wrapped his arms around himself and cussed. He was just grateful when they finally saw the shop that advertised magical balls, and that the light was still on. Unfortunately, there was a sign on the door that read “CLOSED”. "Great," Derrick said. But Peter wasn't like Derrick. Peter began to hit his hand, hard, against the window of the shop again and again. It was so deafening that people across the street turned to stare, and Derrick began to fear that the cops were going to come for them because of what Peter was doing. He doubted that anybody would be kind enough to suck off his dick willingly in jail, and he honestly wouldn't have wanted them to, even if he had had to spend the rest of his life horny. He stared at Peter in shock. Does that mean that Peter is…different? Derrick wondered. I most certainly trust him more than any of my other guy friends. I never imagined having sex with him before this, though. Peter turned around to look at him at that moment, and the light from the magical balls sign illuminated his head. It was enormously cheesy and ridiculous, but Derrick felt as though it had been done on purpose. If Lucas could make him cum continuously with endless energy and zeal, then he most certainly could have done something like make Peter shine. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Peter asked him. "Peter, I'm a complete moron," he said. "I think that I li— ""Who is banging on my window like that, you idiots?" It was a female, and a very angry one at that. Both of them jumped and turned around. There was a thin, beady woman that had dark hair and eyes that were just like Lucas's. She had on a long, pink dress and kept fiddling with the beadings on her shirtsleeves. There was a bloodshot

look to her that suggested that she had been drinking, and the smell of cooked sherry didn't dispel his suspicion. Peter went up to her and said, "My friend has been cursed by someone that was in here earlier. Lucas, if that was his real name. He…he's…"The woman swore and opened the door. She said, "He's turned into a bit of a sex maniac, hasn't he? Curse that boy of mine. I've told him time and time again not to enchant people, but does he listen? Nope. One of these times he's going to get himself beaten up." Both of them nervously exchanged glances and then re-entered the parlor where this mess had started. Even though Derrick was already suffering another uncomfortable erection and had originally thought that it was Lucas's fault, he couldn't help but still feel slight disbelief. He had never been the type of guy who believed in curses, but his happy cock was already halfway waving "hello" through his pants. He groaned. After they had both stumbled inside, Lucas's mother stared at his cock a few seconds longer than necessary and then grinned. She said, "You two together?" Derrick was not comfortable saying anything, and he noted that Peter shuffled his feet. "Go ahead and use my kitchen, but make sure that you clean up after yourselves. There is disinfectant on the counter," she said. "Damn that son of mine, turning my house into a harem. Humpf." Both of them exchanged looks, and Derrick went to where the crazy woman pointed him. He was surprised that Peter followed him and ran his hand down Derrick's ass. A shiver ran up his spine, and his halfway erection gained strength. It began to hurt again, and they had barely made it to the kitchen before he was panting. He was so horny that he scarcely noticed the mess around him. When he went to grab the counter, he stuck his hand in some a brown puddle that he hoped was tea. That was not enough to deter him from his erection, though. It was pulsing, eager to erupt with hot, bubbling white froth. Quickly, he grabbed the front of his pants and unzipped them, pulling them down around his ankles. He began to pull at his dick, but he didn't feel any relief. He even stuck his fingers in his ass again, but nothing that he did even brought him close to an orgasm. Though he didn't want to ask Peter, he was already on the job.

"Nobody hears about this," Peter said, as he kneeled. "Got it?" Derrick couldn't believe it. He thought he might get a hand job again, at most. Instead, Peter leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off of his front, and he groaned and grasped at the counter again. Peter's hand slowly caressed his sensitive skin and went toward Derrick's ass, slipping his hand between the cracks. As Peter lapped at Derrick’s cock's head, he shoved his fingers into Derrick's ass, and Derrick was jolted forward into a place of ecstasy. After Peter got affirmation that Derrick was enjoying himself, he began to suck harder, but he did not stray from his tip. It took Derrick a moment to realize that Peter was teasing him. He moaned, reaching forward and grabbing Peter's hair, tangling his fingers in it. Peter showed his extreme ability to multi-task at that moment. Peter lapped at his tip, drinking in his cum, and massaged his cock with his left hand. With his right hand, he thrust into Derrick again and again, driving him closer to orgasm faster than he had thought was even possible. With one final yelp of pleasure, he burst. Instead of getting out of the way or spitting it out, Peter did something surprising. He took all of Derrick's cum into his mouth and then swallowed, wiping away the stray dribble that went down his lips. Peter now had a raging hard-on again. Both of them were panting once more, and Derrick gasped, "Where the hell did you learn how to do that, Peter?" Peter grimaced. "Nowhere." "Like hell." Both of them were silent for a moment. It was awkward again. Both of them were laboring to breathe, and Peter's cock looked painful, even though his Levi’s. "Really," Derrick said, "I can help you with that. You've done so much for me." Peter looked down at himself. He sighed and then nodded. Nervously, Derrick kneeled before Peter and slowly unzipped his jeans. His erection, which had been straining the fabric, poured out, hard and red and dripping. Derrick was terrified and enthralled all at once. He had never sucked off another man before, and he was stunned that he had such an extreme want to do so to begin with. It was just that Peter's cock was so beautiful, so glistening.

Peter groaned. "Is it really that entertaining to look at?" Getting hot in the face, Derrick leaned forward and then took Peter in his mouth. He was stunned by how hot and hard Peter was. Derrick did his best to re-do what Peter had done to him, using his tongue to caress Peter's tip, but he knew that he was sloppy in comparison. It must have been good enough, because Peter groaned and tangled his hands in Derrick's short hair, too. This was all that Derrick needed to gain some confidence and move further. He used his tongue to explore Peter's cock everywhere, underneath, at the tip, and even at the soft, feathery balls. He felt Peter pulse, and in curiosity, he took Peter into his mouth to taste him. He immediately started to splutter and cough. "What the hell?" He coughed three times. "That tastes disgusting." Though Peter was wheezing after his orgasm, he laughed and said, "Guess it's all a matter of preference." Derrick shot him a dirty look. The two of them took another moment to calm down. Derrick stood up and grabbed a glass of water to clear the briny taste from his mouth, and Peter smirked at him. After that, Peter reached forward and rifled his hair with his big hands, and Derrick's heart sped up in his chest in a way that had nothing to do with sex. Peter's eyes were glistening in a way that was very familiar to Derrick, yet he could not get over it. Peter was so handsome and fun. There had been times before this that he had noted how cool Peter was, but this was the first time that he felt deep affection in his gut and recognized what it meant, attraction and something a bit more serious. Something a bit like love. "We'd better get out there," Peter said. "She might be drunk enough to pass out." They both smiled at each other and then moved at the same time. Heat filled Derrick's cheeks as Peter laughed it off. As Derrick paused, filled with intense embarrassment, Peter dodged around him and headed out the door. When they got out, Lucas's mother was camped in the chair behind her enormous table, and she was looking very bleary eyed. Derrick's face got even hotter. Chances were good that she had heard

everything that they had been doing. He wondered what she thought about that. "Hello?" Peter said, approaching her and waving his hands in front of her eyes. "You there, lady?" The woman's eyes opened, and she nodded, though she swayed from side to side. She patted the table, and Peter and Derrick both took seats. Derrick squirmed, wondering how long he could comfortably sit without thinking about Peter taking him. His eyes slid to Peter, and he knew it would not be long, magical balls or not. "So my son did something to you," the woman said. "Extensive sexual behavior? Inability to quench passionate appetites?" "Yes, yes!" Derrick said, leaning over the table. "Can you fix it?" "Hell, no," the woman said, hiccupping. "If I had the ability to give men magically intense erections, do you think that I would be sitting here with you two getting drunk on booze?" Both of them looked at each other. They shrugged. Derrick didn't want to think about magically intense erections if they involved this woman. Peter looked as though he felt the same. "So you can't fix it?" Derrick said, broken-hearted. "No, but my son can," she said. "Problem is, he's a horn dog himself, invented that damn curse for a reason. He goes out and has sex all weekend. Sometimes I can't catch him at all 'til Monday. Bastard child of mine." "All weekend?" Derrick gasped. "I can't survive like this all weekend. I keep coming and coming and coming. If I get left alone, I'll never be able to quench this—" “—unbearable fire," the woman said. "Heard it a billion times. My son invented it that way. He winds his victims up all weekend, and then by Monday they will have sex with him over and over again, so that he'll fix the spell. It's my son's version of a crush. There are only two ways to break the curse, after all." "Two ways?" they asked simultaneously. "Yes, works like any of them spells. You have sex with the person you like who says that he likes you back," the woman said, eyeballing them. "Either that, or you let my son give you a couple of rides, and then he'll make things right again. You'll be just fine,

though. All you have to do is tell this boy here that you like him and mean it, and he says the same to you. After that, you do what you did in the kitchen again. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you'll be fine." They both looked at each other awkwardly. Derrick knew that he could tell Peter that he liked him honestly. His heart beat faster when they touched, and he felt good inside when Peter was around. The only problem was he thought that Peter would never tell him that he liked him back meaningfully. Because he didn't. There was no way. "That's such bullshit," Peter said. "That sounds like a dumb kid cartoon. ‘Break the spell with true love's first kiss’ – except that this is true love’s first fuck." "Believe what you want," the woman said, shrugging. "No skin off my back. Either way, I can tell you your future, young man with the curse. It involves lots and lots and lots of good sex." Derrick balked. He wasn't sure how much he liked that future, especially since Peter's eyes were getting squinty with rage. He wasn't one hundred percent sure why Peter was so mad anyway. It wasn't Peter who was going to have to get his ass popped by a man that he hardly knew. "Let's go," Peter said, seizing Derrick's hand. The woman snickered and said, "Poor you, cursed lad. Your lover is an idiot. All it takes is three words, but he's going to let you go. Looks like my son has found his way to get bonked again." Peter snarled. The two of them stumbled out onto the street, but Peter did not let go of his hand. It was warm and comforting, and because there were hours and hours of immeasurable pleasures that awaited him, it caused him to get very excited. Unfortunately, that pleasure was overshadowed by poison. He was going to have to have sex with a stranger, though a sexy one. Fear crept through his stomach. First times hurt, didn't they? And he was going to have to let somebody who didn't give a flying fig about that have sex with him. Nobody who blackmailed someone into sex would be a tender lover. "Why aren't you more upset?" Peter said, storming around the crowds. "You might have to – have to – God, I can't even say it."

"Why does it matter so much to you?" Derrick asked him. "It's me that's got a problem, not you." That was when Peter slowed down and shrugged. Derrick continued, "You aren't the one that's been promised to a guy that spends his nights casting curses on people to make them have sex with them. You aren't the one that's going through painful erection after painful erection. You aren't the one who – who – oh, shit." He shuddered in panic. It had been easier when he hadn't focused on the problem at hand. Peter whipped around and embraced him. It didn't seem to faze him that they were in the middle of a crowded street with door-to-door shoppers that were now staring at them. Peter wrapped his arms around Derrick's shoulders and held him so tight that it chased his breath away. Comfort made his stomach grow warm. "We'll find a way to get you out of this," Peter said to him. "I don't care what I have to do." His heart lifted. Was Peter saying what he thought he was saying? Maybe Peter really loved him. It seemed far-fetched, but then again, he never would have believed that he could receive the curse of the magical balls that caused excess horniness. Anything was now in the realm of possibilities: aliens, ghosts, chocolate being good for you. "I mean, I'm sure if he gets threatened with a bloody nose, he'll clean up real fast," Peter said. Derrick's stomach sank. Of course that was what he meant. There were no love confessions in his future. "What's the matter?" Peter asked him, and then his eyes dropped lower. "Are you getting horny again?" In response, Derrick shook his head and then crossed his arms. He was upset, and he hated the fact that he was upset. First off, he hadn't even known for sure that he was gay until earlier tonight, and even then, he hadn't realized that he was "into" Peter until two hours ago. It was a lot to expect of Peter – and himself – to think that Peter would put himself on a limb by confessing. Furthermore, Peter was doing more for him than he had ever imagined that he would. He should just be grateful that Peter hadn't left him in that bathroom, dripping cum and feeling confusion. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have started soliciting

strangers on the street for sexual favors, and that would have only landed him in big trouble. Of course, if he was in big trouble, then he deserved a big, bad punishment. Maybe he needed a spanking or a whipping. His stomach got hot, and his cock got hard. Oh no, he thought. The spell is working again. My thoughts just went to the gutter. "Oh, man," he said. The swelling was increasing at an alarming rate, and the only secluded place that they were nearing was a beach that was off limits after ten o'clock, and it was definitely after ten o'clock. This is an emergency, he thought. If I hadn't come to this beach to begin with, then I wouldn't be imagining Peter sexy and naked and hot and…Oh, God. Peter was watching him, and he licked his lips when he saw that Derrick had already gotten another hard-on. Derrick didn't know how Peter was keeping up with him, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Peter's erection was showing now, too. After that, Derrick seized Peter's hand and hauled him down to the beach. The lake was calm, though waves sloshed occasionally against the shore, and everything was silent except for the sound of crickets and their chirping. Derrick and Peter had barely made it onto the sand and behind the secluded layer of trees before Derrick had shoved himself against Peter and rubbed his cock against his leg, trying to create friction. "Slow down," Peter breathed against his mouth. "I can't," Derrick said. "Please help me, Peter. It's happening again. I can't come without you now. We've already gone too far."Peter examined him and then nodded. He sat down on the sand, and Derrick followed suit, sitting right in front of him. After that, Derrick began to strip. He removed his shirt and then his jeans and then his underwear. He didn't bother with being sexy about it. He wanted to have sex fast, and he wanted to do it with Peter. At this point, he was willing to push Peter to the ground and hump him until the sun came up. Before Peter had time to digest that Derrick was now naked, Derrick seized him and kissed him, panting heavily. Peter wrapped his arms around Derrick's waist and held him close, accenting Derrick's tongue with his own. The two of them tangled for a moment before Derrick leaned downward and started to suck on Peter's ear and then

his neck. The brittle brush of Peter's beard caused him to moan. It was rough and exciting. He had never found a woman's breasts to be such a thing. "Calm down," Peter moaned, as Derrick thrust his hands underneath his shirt. "Can't calm down," Derrick moaned. "My mind is spinning – want you so damn much." Peter sighed and then removed his shirt, and Derrick began to kiss him all the way down. He fumbled with Peter's pants for just a moment, but soon they were off, too, but they got stuck around his knees. Derrick let out a growl of frustration, and Peter started to laugh at him, which made him even angrier. He wanted to see Peter, and he wanted Peter inside of him. Once he had the jeans off, it went a lot easier. He grabbed a hold of Peter's boxers and began to yank and grab and pull. Soon, he had Peter just the way that he wanted him – bare-assed on the sand. Peter squirmed and yelped as he landed on a stick. "Seriously," Peter said. "We should choose a better place for this. I'm going to get sand up my – Oh." Derrick thrusting into himself with his fingers stopped Peter mid-rant. Derrick pushed his way into himself again and again, wanting to open his pucker up more so that he could take Peter easily. He wasn't going to let himself leave this beach without having done Peter completely. His cock was aching and moaning for him. If it could talk, then it would be saying, "Peter! Peter." When the dryness of his ass kept him from thrusting further, he licked his free hand and then used his spit as lubricant to further open himself. Every thrust brought him closer and closer to release, and Peter looked completely enthralled. His eyes were wide; his mouth was open; and his cock was red and swollen and leaking. Once Derrick was sure that he was open enough, he crawled through the sand on all fours. He squatted above Peter's cock, thrusting with his fingers some more to prepare for access. Peter gasped in pleasure and shock. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" Peter asked. "Especially here of all places?

"If I'm going to end up having anal sex with a guy," Derrick said, "then I'd rather be with somebody that I care about than with some random guy in a parlor. Please?" Peter groaned and pushed his fingers against Derrick's hips. He said, "You don't even have to ask. You're amazing." Derrick lowered himself down on Peter's cock and felt pain as he was filled fully for the first time. It hurt but felt incredible at the same time. Because he had never had sex before, though, he was uncertain which way to move, and Peter had to sit up to help him. "Move with me," Peter whispered, thrusting with his hips as much as he could. It didn't take long before Derrick had his arms wrapped around Peter's neck as the two of them ground together. He moved up and down rhythmically over Peter's cock, and he could hear it and feel it as it slid inside of him. It felt so good that every movement made him moan with pleasure, as did Peter, so he kept moving faster and faster if only to increase the friction. Soon, both of them were grinding and moaning and coming, and as they came together, Derrick leaned forward and kissed him. The two of them intertwined during their orgasms and then broke apart as they finished, panting. They both fell sideways and spooned in the sand.

Chapter Three The sand was cool and stuck to their sweaty bodies, but they still did not move. Derrick had yet to feel the need to have sex again, and he was enjoying the private moment with Peter. Peter was stroking his back with his strong hands. Derrick shuddered as Peter traced the moles on the back of his neck. Peter was good at touching him in just the right ways. "This curse is really something, isn't it?" Peter asked, nuzzling him. "Yes," Derrick said. "I never would have masturbated in a bathroom nor had sex on the beach. I can't believe that earlier this evening being gay was a surprise. It feels like I've just shoved three years of sexual experience into one day." Both of them were silent. Peter then chuckled throatily, but Derrick didn't feel like asking him what he was laughing about. He was certain that Peter's laughter was at his expense. That was when Derrick realized something horrible. Come Monday, he was going to have to do the same thing with Lucas, somebody that he didn't really even like. He let out a long sigh and then stood up, wiping the sand from his crevices only to realize that more seemed to materialize as he dusted himself off. "Want to go for a swim?" Peter asked him. "Are we allowed?" Derrick asked, eyebrows raised. "I mean, we don't even have bathing suits." Peter laughed again. "My Derrick is definitely back. It's hard to believe that just moments ago you pulled me down to the beach and ripped my clothes off. I think that going for a nude swim is the least of our worries if we get caught." Though Derrick was offended, he liked the way that Peter had said "My Derrick." It was as if they belonged together. He smiled and shrugged off his shyness before running straight for the cool water. Though it was summer, the water was still cool. It felt weird sloshing around in the nude, but strangely nice, too, as if they were meant to be that way. He didn't even mind the way his dick shriveled a little. Peter stumbled into the water after him and then swam around. They were both quiet for a while, doing nothing else besides breathing and stroking through the water. Derrick wondered whether it was a

dumb idea that they were both wasting time here in the lake. It was only a matter of time before he got horny again, and then Peter would have to have sex with him in order to cure the symptoms. He wondered how long the sexual relief would last. "So how long have you known that you were gay?" Derrick asked Peter as he stroked around. "What makes you think I'm gay?" Peter asked, his face unreadable in the dark. Derrick shot him a look that would have been visible even on the darkest of nights. "Okay, so you're right." Peter sighed. "It wasn't like I suddenly had a light bulb moment like you did earlier. I'm not that dumb." Derrick said, "Hey!" "One day I was sitting at home, and my brother's best friend thought it would be fun to steal the remote from me. We wrestled over it, and I felt him rub against me," Peter said. "I realized that I was getting hard because of it and let him have the remote. After that, I got into guy on guy porn and stuff, and then I realized that the idea of being with a girl repulsed me. I kept a lot of girlfriends on the side during high school because I was uncomfortable about somebody finding out, but I only had them until they tried to kiss me. They weren't real." "So have you had many boyfriends?" Derrick pretended to be nonchalant, but his heart was beating fast. "Jealous?" Peter asked, cackling. "You wish!" Derrick splashed him. The two of them splashed each other for quite some time, and then Peter was suddenly near to him, close enough to touch. His eyes were amazing and somehow managed to shine, even in the night. Derrick reached forward and touched his wet skin and felt his own heart pound. Peter stepped in closer and kissed him solidly on his lips. The two of them continued to kiss harder and harder, and Peter sucked on his tongue and bottom lip. Derrick moaned, grabbing Peter by his neck, and held him close. The two of them stayed like that for a long time, just embracing and kissing and touching each other. Before he knew it, he was hard again, but he wasn't certain whether it was because of Lucas's curse or because Peter was making

him feel so good with his incredible kisses. Peter didn't even make him take the lead this time, and Derrick could tell that Peter was feeling the moment, too. Peter grabbed him underneath his arms and directed him so that his legs were crossed around Peter's waist and his cock was rubbing against Derrick's hole. As they continued to kiss, which soon began to taste like lake water but was still pleasant, Peter reached downward and inserted his fingers into Derrick's ass. Cool water filled him, and he bucked his hips, his cock bumping against Peter’s stomach. Derrick yelped as with every pump, more cool water filled him. He wasn't sure if he liked it. That was when, without warning, Peter thrust into him, and he was filled with cool water and Peter's cock. There was only one word for having sex with Peter: good. Peter was pure manpower. Every thrust, every movement, was precise. It was obvious that he knew exactly what he was doing. Derrick moaned and kissed Peter as he thrust into him, and their tongues tangled as well. It felt like too soon that they were both coming into the water, adding to the foam. They both panted some more and then kissed again. When they drew apart, they smiled at each other, but Peter looked tired. "You okay?" Derrick asked him, weary. "Yeah," Peter said, running his hand up Derrick's spine intimately. "But unlike you, I don't have magical balls. I'm getting tired. We're going to have to come up with another solution to keep you satisfied." Derrick's eyes widened. Peter was right. There was no way that a regular guy could keep up with his sex problem right now. The idea of being so horny without being able to get relief scared the hell out of him. What was he going to do? Peter grinned. "Don't look so horrified, Derrick. I've got the perfect solution back at my house. It's going to be fun." "Are you sure?" Peter gave a wicked laugh. **** This was the first time that Derrick felt nervous about entering Peter's apartment. Unlike most of their friends, Peter had moved out

of his mom's house when he was still in school, right after his eighteenth birthday. Derrick loved his mom and dad and would never have been able to do something like that. Peter's studio apartment was tiny with a single television and a small bed with a blue comforter. The room smelled like noodle soup and Spaghetti Os, and though it looked poor, it was surprisingly clean. The bookshelves were neat but not alphabetized, and his DVDs were in stacks in a clear container. "Do you have to work this weekend?" Derrick asked, desperate to find something to talk about that didn't hint at his growing affection for Peter or his want for them to be together permanently. "No," Peter said. "I work twelve hour shifts now that summer has started. I get three day weekends, though, which is really nice. They have this really great program where I work where they could send me to New York to train me, so I might do that instead of going to college. At least then I'll get to have a good position with a salary a lot sooner than most people. With the economy the way it is, it will be a safe choice." "I envy you," Derrick said, sitting on Peter's bed. He lay down and stared at the ceiling. "I'm utterly terrified. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Some people are going to college, or others are going on these big adventures. I feel like I'm being left behind, you know? But what the hell am I saying this to you for? You're one of the lucky ones that knows what he's doing with his life." The bed dipped as Peter sat beside him. Peter grinned and shook his head and then took Derrick's hand. There was something surprisingly intimate about the gesture, and Derrick felt comforted. It was as if he belonged that way, with Peter. "You're an idiot," Peter said. "What is that supposed to mean?" Derrick cried, indignant. "It means what it means." Derrick shot him a dirty look. "You're an idiot because we're all scared, even the ones that seem to know exactly where they're going, or at least pretend to. None of us really know. I think that's the point of college or adventuring or whatever," Peter said. "We're just trying to figure out who we're

supposed to be. It doesn't really matter what road we take, since we're all after the same thing." It was the first time that Peter had said something like that around him. Derrick was used to the smart-ass that he hung around with all of the time. In secret, Peter had grown up. "What?" Peter asked as Derrick stared at him. "You're really smart," Derrick said, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. The next thing he knew, he was horny again. Peter looked down at him and shook his head, and he appeared to be laughing. Derrick was horrified. He felt as though he had taken a really personal moment and had screwed it up because of his cock getting its own ideas. He hadn't wanted to have sex, or at least, not at that exact moment. He wanted to revel in how smart Peter was. It was too bad that he hadn't realized how much that he cared about Peter sooner. "Hold still," Peter said, standing up and heading over to a drawer. When Peter opened it, Derrick saw condoms, a stack of man on man magazines, gel, and a whole collection of all sorts of vibrators and other such toys. Peter had one of those vibrators in his hand when he went back over. Derrick couldn't help himself. He shuddered in pleasure at the thought of what they were going to do. Already his body was full of adrenaline and excitement. "You do this a lot?" Derrick asked him, already eagerly removing his shirt. "At first," Peter grinned, "when I was trying to figure out who I was sexually. Not anymore." Peter leaned over and began kissing him. Derrick was more excited than he had been in the bathroom or at the lake. He was glad that he was with Peter now. He had seen a part of Peter, a sensitive, smart, strong part, that he had never noticed before. It was incredible and sweet and intoxicating. Derrick wished that he could drink Peter up and never let him go. Peter dipped downward and started to kiss his chest, using his tongue to suck on his nipples and then, finally, the soft area above his jeans. Derrick grabbed at Peter's shoulders, excited, wanting him to go

lower. Instead of answering Derrick's wish, though, Peter began showing off his power. "You want me to do things to you?" Peter asked, returning to Derrick's mouth. Derrick nodded eagerly. "If I do, then you have to do anything that I ask," Peter said, his mouth upturning into a crooked grin. At this point, Derrick would have done anything that he would have asked anyway. Lucas was not the only one that had cast a spell on him. He felt as though Peter had filled him with his own brand of magic. After this, Derrick was never going to be able to forget Peter and could only pray that they would end up together. "What do you want me to do?" Derrick whimpered, flipping onto all fours. "Strip for me." Derrick stood up and started to unbuckle his pants hastily. Peter's hand shot forward and stopped him, and he looked up, confused. There was a lusty look in Peter's eye that showed his eagerness, so Derrick wasn't sure whether or not he had done something wrong. "Slowly," Peter demanded. Nodding, Derrick eased his pants off more slowly, but honestly, he didn't feel sexy even with his cock straining at his still lake damp underwear. He felt like a hairy troll. Nevertheless, he eased his way out of his boxers and let them slide down his legs, revealing his red and hungry cock that Peter had seen far too many times that night already. "Good," Peter said, smirking. "Suck me off." It wasn't a question. It wasn't even a request. It was a demand. Derrick dropped to his knees and unzipped Peter's jeans, and Peter's own erection spilled through. Derrick leaned forward to sloppily take him all in his mouth again, but Peter held him back and said, "Just the tip." Nervously, Derrick nodded and then nibbled at Peter's head. He gave it one slow, long, sensuous lick, and though he could taste the salty juices, he found that he was getting used to the flavor. It wasn't nearly as bad as he had originally thought.

In fact, it was so good that he wanted more, way more. He wanted to finish off Peter by taking all of him in his mouth. The only problem was, when he tried it Peter stopped him. He moaned and whimpered, lapping at his tip but finding that there was nothing that he could do. "Come back up here," Peter panted, his cool façade failing. "Go on all fours." Derrick did what he was told. He stuck his ass in the air and watched as Peter stood up behind him out of the corner of his eye. He expected Peter to enter him, fucking him silly, but then Peter grabbed the vibrator and the lube that he had gotten out earlier and nudged the plastic tip against his pucker. It wouldn't go, and Peter had to use his fingers and thrust inside of him a few times until he was ready. Luckily, because of the never-ending sex that he had gone through that night, it didn't take him long. His body wanted that toy. Hell, his mind wanted that toy, too. The vibrator slipped inside of him, and it was so cold that he yelped. It felt so good to have it inside of him that he wiggled his hips and ass, nearly falling forward onto his forearms. Peter got up behind him, his cock pressing against his thigh, and wrapped his arm around Derrick's cock with one hand. He began to stroke him from balls to tip, building pressure. Along with the vibrator, it was becoming all too much for Derrick. He began to move back and forth, trying to get the feelings to increase, longing to come. Peter chuckled. "God, you are really feeling it. I don't know whether this is a curse or a blessing for you." "Mmmm." His hips moved in time with Peter's pulling, and he wished that Peter would take out the vibrator and would fill him with himself instead. It was soon too late, though. His body bucked; he yelped; and cum dribbled from him and onto the comforter. Derrick moaned and sat up, apologizing. It would be hard to get out that stain. Peter grinned, looked down at his own cock, and said, "You aren't done yet. Get back over here, and help me out." Derrick wiggled his hips, reaching backward and trying to remove the vibrator, but Peter stopped him again and said, "Keep it in."

Moaning, Derrick nodded. He wasn't sure if the magical balls curse would return in time to give him another ejaculation, but he sure as hell hoped so. He lay across Peter's lap, and Peter kept his hand on Derrick's ass so that the vibrator would stay in. Derrick licked the sensitive spot between the foreskin and the base and felt Peter shudder beneath him. After that, he leaned downward and ran his tongue along the big vein underneath there. It drove him to excitement again as he felt Peter move and push the vibrator deeper inside of him, brushing the prostate yet again. While panting, he continued to suck off Peter while massaging his balls, and soon he felt the pulsing head as Peter came into his mouth again. Derrick took it all in without cringing this time, and he swallowed, licking the cum from the corners of his mouth. Peter leaned over him, panting. "Man," Peter whispered, "I said I didn't have the energy, but you get me going again. You're going to kill me, Derrick. Or at least, this curse is." Derrick moaned and dug the vibrator out of his ass. It was sticky from the gel, so he wiped it on the napkins beside Peter's bed. The two of them grinned at each other yet again. After that, Peter put his big hand on Derrick's hair and ruffled it, gently. Derrick felt his face grow even more flushed from emotional arousal as well as sexual afterglow. Peter had such a nice face. He was beautiful, like some sort of angel. Derrick felt like the world's biggest moron for having never realized it before. They were good together, he and Peter. But then there was Lucas. He shook his head and lay back on the bed. He didn't want to think about Lucas at all right now. It was just he and Peter. It was too bad that the curse wouldn't just go away on its own. He didn't want Lucas, as sexy as he was. He wanted Peter. Only Peter. Nobody else. As if in response to Derrick's thoughts, Peter lay down next to him and snuggled up close. He smelled like sweat, sex, and soap. Derrick slid in his arms and laid his head on his chest, and he was stunned by how comfortable that he felt there. He had cuddled with many girlfriends in the past, but they hadn't been right. This, though, was.

He looked into Peter's eyes and grinned. It was better than right. It was perfect. "Peter," Derrick said, the warmth seeping through him, "why didn't you tell me and the others that you were gay?" Peter gave him a long look and appeared troubled. Underneath Derrick's hand, which was directly on his pectoral, he could feel Peter's heart speed up. Derrick wondered what was wrong. "Do you honestly think that I could have told you, not knowing how you would react?" Peter said. "We aren't the nicest bunch of people when we're together, you know." "I guess we weren't really friends at all then," Derrick said sadly. He clapped his hands over his mouth because he hadn't meant to say those words out loud at all. "Of course we were friends," Peter said. Derrick felt Peter's heart speed up even more. "Why wouldn't we be friends? We were always together, weren't we?" "That doesn't make you true friends. Friends are people that love each other and depend on each other," Derrick said, doing his best to remain calm even though Peter was sitting up. Derrick couldn't believe how badly that he had just fucked this up. They had been all lovey-dovey and cuddly, but now Peter looked ready to send him to the gallows. In fact, Peter was reaching for his shirt. Derrick reached forward to stop him. "Don't," Derrick said. "Peter, please don't do that. This is ridiculous. I was just making a statement. Of course we're friends. In fact, I'm hoping that we're more than just that now." There was silence for a moment, and Derrick tried to look Peter in his eye. He had the strangest feeling that there was something more wrong than what Peter was letting on—a hidden answer to the question that Derrick had asked. Derrick just wished that Peter would start being honest with him. In the past couple of hours, he felt as though they had created something a lot bigger than a good sexual relationship. "No, you're right. I'm not being honest, not even now," Peter admitted. I knew it, Derrick thought, grabbing Peter's arm. They were eye to eye now. Derrick wondered what he had done that caused Peter to get this pissed off.

"I liked you. I watched you all the time. I knew you were gay, and it intrigued me," Peter said. Derrick felt his heart leap in his chest. Maybe there was hope for them after all. "I did my best to avoid you in the locker-room because I knew that it would make me hard. I heckled you when you were with that bitch because I was jealous of what she had with you, but I'm angry with you, too." "Why?" Derrick said, scrambling to keep up. "This curse thing is just temporary. I like you, too. There, see, we can fix this. We can finish it right now." "I wanted to get the hell out of this place and see things," Peter said, grabbing his pants without his underwear. He yanked them on. "Now, I don't know what the hell I want to do. If I go to New York, then I won't see you, but if I don't go…You don't know what it's been like for me here. You have your perfect family and your perfect life. I got kicked out of my house because I was gay. My mom couldn't take it. Bet your mom would still love you if you told her about your new sexual discovery." Now Derrick was getting mad. He knew that maybe his statement about their friendship had been cruel, but he hadn't intended to be. A second ago he had wanted to pull Peter into bed with him to keep him close. Now he wanted to punch him in the face. Peter had no right to bring Derrick's family into this. In fact, Derrick had been so busy realizing that he was gay and getting cursed that he hadn't even thought about telling them anything. On top of that, his life was nowhere near perfect. Derrick had had hardships as well as anybody else. Peter didn't know about his mom's frequent affairs. Peter didn't know about the fighting. Peter didn't know that his parents were pissed because his little sister had been caught sleeping with a forty-year-old man. "For someone that claims that they like me so much, you sure as hell don't know much about me." Derrick was fuming. "You think that you're the only one with problems, hotshot?" "That wasn't what I meant," Peter said, running his hand through his hair. "You just confused me." "Well, you don't know anything about me. You got that?" The two of them stared at each other, and then Derrick leapt off the bed and started to yank on his clothes, too. He thought, Stop

me, Peter. Stop me before I do something that I regret. But Peter did not move to stop him. Coward, thought Derrick. "Where are you going?" asked Peter. "You know you're going to need some attention in just a few minutes anyway." "Then I'll find it somewhere else, or with someone else." He whipped around, hoping that Peter would at least be redfaced at the idea of Derrick sleeping with somebody else. Instead, Peter looked passive. He doesn't really care about me at all, Derrick thought. He doesn't really like me. He finds me intriguing, but he isn't attracted to me. I should have known. This isn't a fairytale. This is real life. Derrick headed for the door so angry that he was shaking. He didn't care if he had to start humping light posts to keep himself calm. All that mattered was that he got out of here, away from Peter and his confusing mood swings. Right before he made it through the door, though, Peter said the most cutting thing of all. "Enjoy yourself with Lucas!" There were a thousand things that Derrick wished that he would have said at that moment, but honestly, he couldn't think of a single one of them.

Chapter Four After hitting an adult novelty store on the way home, Derrick stumbled into his house with a raging hard-on as well as a raging mind. He had never been more pissed off in his entire life. Peter was going to have to come begging to him on his hands and knees, and then he'd hold onto him and never let him go. He stumbled up the stairs without saying hello to his mother or sister and lay on his bed, ass up. He undressed and tossed his clothes on the floor and tried to think of everyone but Peter. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp. It was working, too. At least, he had thought it was working, until honestly, it wasn't. They weren't doing it for him, not in the right way. He was bare-assed on his bed and was working at his wood, but it was like trying to tame a bear with a stick. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so badly that his body was practically screaming for it. It was just so damn hard without Peter sucking him off or shoving himself inside of him. Finally, he swore and settled for using Peter as his muse, if only for the moment. He started to rub at himself, eager. He wrapped his arm around his body and began to insert his fingers one by one. He imagined that it was Peter doing it. Peter was not mad at him. Peter was not a complete asshole. Peter was his boyfriend, his lover, and his best friend. He groaned in response. After using gel, he managed to get the vibrator inside of himself and turned it on. It felt good and began to urge him to come, but it still was not as good as Peter. He knew that this wouldn't last long. He was eager for physical touch, Peter's physical touch, and nothing besides Peter could calm him down. He wanted to hit Peter for doing this to him. How could he leave me all alone? Derrick thought. As he rubbed at his balls and shaft, moving his hips to make the vibrations fill him, he didn't feel any happier. Eventually he came in a wave of cum and desire for Peter. He yelped but stifled it, not wanting to alert his family that he was doing something naughty, particularly to the image of a man. Once he was done, he moaned and lay back on the bed. Peter, Peter, Peter, he thought, sad. Why did this have to happen? Why had

Peter done this to him? He didn't understand it. With a shaken sigh, he buried his face in his hands and contemplated Monday. If Peter didn't come for him to break the spell, then would he really be forced to fuck another man that he hardly knew?

Chapter Five He had come a grand total of one hundred and eighty times after he had left Peter's side, and he was, surprisingly, still filled with energy. He knew that this would truly go on for forever if Lucas didn't fix it. That was why he was here, here being right before the shop that sold magical balls. He had called to see if Lucas was there, and he was. One thing for certain, this was going to be the worst Monday of his life, and he had had his fair share of bad Mondays. With a pounding heart, he headed straight to the door of the psychic shop and nervously entered. The bell announced him, and he looked around. It seemed melodramatic after all of the tossing and turning that he had been doing the night before that nobody would be there, but Lucas had to be. "What brings you back here?" said a voice from beyond his sightline. Derrick looked around and saw Lucas step out of the kitchen, where he and Peter had made love two days before. He grew sad and angry at the thought, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do now. Peter had not come for him. "You know why I'm back here," Derrick said. "And I know that you know." Lucas approached him with a smile on his face. It was a catthat-got-the-canary grin. Derrick was so anxious that he almost tripped into the couch, but when Lucas grabbed his hips to steady him, he felt the curse take effect again, and his cock got as hard as a rock. Nervously, he gulped. "I'm not going to put forth any pretense of not knowing what you're talking about, then," Lucas said, leaning forward. "You know what I want. If you give it to me, then I'll fix you." Nervously, Derrick nodded. He expected to be led away to a bedroom or something, but Lucas did not bother to give him even that much. He walked over to the door and locked it, and then he approached Derrick again, hands extended. When Lucas grabbed him, Derrick flinched but didn't dare push him away. When Lucas touched him, he held very still.

"You have such nice skin," Lucas said against his neck. His hands were cold as they went up Derrick's shirt. "It's like crème." "Ugh," Derrick said, keeping his eyes firmly closed. Even though Lucas was incredibly attractive, and Derrick's cock was swollen, he couldn't help but keep thinking, I don't want this. Peter, make him stop. Please, please help me. Lucas forced him backward against the table where they had had their psychic session earlier and forced him onto his back. After that, Lucas yanked at Derrick's shirt and forced it over his head. On his chest were the remains of all of the sex he and Peter had had on Friday. There were the love nibbles and the red scratch marks. That made Derrick upset, too. "Looks like you've been very busy," Lucas said, leaning downward and sticking out his tongue. He ran it down Derrick's pelvis. No! No! No! Derrick thought, looking at the wall sadly. He had tears in his eyes. Though he knew that this was the only way to break the curse, or to at least make Lucas break the curse, he wanted to shove Lucas away and hit him for doing this to him. Yet Peter didn't want him, so why did he feel so sick inside? He should be enjoying this. He was college-age after all. He shut his eyes and tried to get into the moment, but Lucas's breath on his pelvis felt like the hot, fiery steam of a dragon. Lucas's fingers raking his back felt like sharp claws. When Derrick opened his eyes to complain, he felt as though he was staring into the face of the devil himself. He whimpered and moaned in response to his anguish. That was when there was the sound of something hitting the door, hard. Derrick sat up, but Lucas pushed him back down again and started to remove his pants. Derrick shuddered in horror. As Lucas continued to undress him on the table, he swore that he could hear the sound of muffled yelling from outside. Could it be Peter? Derrick wondered. No, you are being absolutely ridiculous. Peter has made his opinions perfectly clear. He told you to fuck Lucas, so fucking Lucas, even if it sucks, is what you're going to do. That was when a large rock came hurtling through the window. It shattered the glass and scattered shards everywhere. Derrick yelled, attempting to sit up again, but Lucas still had him pinned to the table.

Derrick wondered whether Lucas honestly was still going to have sex with him while a burglary – or whatever this was – occurred. "Derrick!" a familiar voice said. "Peter? What the hell?" Derrick said. Peter lunged through the window and tripped over the tall wall. He landed with a crunch and rolled on the glass shards, swearing. Because of this, he managed to get a cut on his arm. Despite it all, Lucas still held Derrick down, even though he started to thrash. "What do you want?" Lucas asked. "Can't you see I'm busy, imbecile? The only way to fix this is if he has sex with me." "Nuh-uh," Peter said, staggering to his feet. "I won't let you have him. I—I—I've liked him for a long time. Derrick, I like you!" "I like you, too," Derrick responded eagerly. Lucas shrugged his shoulders and returned to running his hand up Derrick's body. What the hell is with this guy? Derrick thought. Who could honestly think of sex when somebody just threw a rock through your window? But Lucas was, because he kept fondling Derrick's cursemanipulated cock. Peter didn't stand for this, though, and ran forward, punching Lucas square in his face. Lucas dropped for a moment, clutching his nose, before evil shone in his eyes. With one fluid movement, he was upon Peter, scratching and spitting. Peter was no match for him because Lucas was much bigger. Derrick stood up and searched the room. He saw one of the old skillets lying on the stove in the kitchen and grabbed it, raising it high above his head. Peter fell to the ground with Lucas on top of him, and his eyes widened when he saw Derrick quickly approaching with the skillet. Peter ducked to one side as Derrick brought the skillet down with an ear-splitting clank that made Lucas fall to the right, unconscious. "Shit," Peter moaned, gripping his bloody head and pushing Lucas off of him. Derrick leaned downward and grabbed Peter's hand, pulling him to his feet. Peter was so woozy that he had to be helped to a chair. After that, Derrick leaned downward and began to examine all of the wounds inflicted from the glass shards. They didn't appear to be very deep, but Peter was pretty bloody.

"You are such an idiot," Derrick muttered. "What? You sounded pretty happy that I was here two minutes ago." "Not that. You could have ended this shit a whole lot faster." Derrick shot him a dirty look and pulled out a jagged shard of glass from Paul's hand. "I was waiting for you. All weekend I was waiting for you. I thought…"His eyes watered, and he looked away defiantly. "You thought what?" Peter asked gently. "I thought that you weren't coming for me." Peter reached up and cupped his face. Though Derrick had managed to fight down his wave of emotion, he still had trouble looking Peter in the eye. The fight had been partially his fault anyway. He hadn't meant to start it, but he had. "I didn't know that you wanted me to come." "Of course I did," Derrick said. "You heard me. I like you. I wanted it to be you to break this damn curse, not some guy that I hardly know." "Then I say that we break this thing once and for all." That was when Peter stood up and looked him straight in the eye. He grasped Derrick's face and grinned at him. Derrick couldn't help himself. He laughed. They nuzzled one another and stepped closer. He had forgotten that he was in his underwear and that his erection was straining at the white fabric. He felt Peter, who was cock to cock with him, through his jeans. "I like you, Derrick," Peter said. "I like you, too." When they kissed, he swore that bells rang in his head. At that moment he was filled with more adrenaline than he had experienced all weekend. He realized that Peter must have felt it, too, because he stood up and then whipped Derrick around so fast that he scarcely had time to digest what had happened. Now, his ass was against the table, and he had his knees bent as Peter forced him back up. "This okay?" Peter panted. "Mmm-hmmm." Peter leaned forward and began to kiss him roughly, their tongues intertwining. Unlike with Lucas, Derrick was totally into the moment and thrust right back. His cock strained so much against his

clothing that he hurriedly moved to remove his briefs, and Peter helped him. "I can't wait," Peter said. "I feel like we have to do this quickly." Nodding, Derrick grinned. Peter dropped down to his knees and forced Derrick's legs over his shoulder. With one hand he massaged Derrick's balls, and with the other he forced his tongue into Derrick's ass pucker, lubricating him. Derrick bucked his hips and held onto the tablecloth, half wanting to beg Peter not to stop. It all felt so incredibly good. Every thrust of the tongue caused him to moan, and he grew close to coming because of Peter's touch. Just as he was about to come, Peter stopped massaging him and drew upward. Derrick whimpered his complaints, but Peter grinned tenderly and then traced the top part of Derrick's cock with one finger. With that same finger, he began to thrust inside of Derrick using the pre-cum as lubricant. "Please, please do me!" Derrick begged. He wasn't so sure it was the curse that was speaking to him anymore. He just wanted Peter to do him. "Stop playing around, will you?" "As you wish." Peter thrust into him with all of his strength, and Derrick almost went skidding across the table cloth. He gripped at it, trying to hold his own, as Peter pushed into him roughly again and again. It felt amazing, and he wondered whether or not it was possible to die from passion. With one hand, Derrick held onto the table, and with the other he reached forward and grabbed his cock at its base, pulling it. He massaged himself to Peter's rhythm and panted. Soon they were going fast, so fast that he felt friction cause him to get boiling hot on the inside. The heat brought him pleasure and not pain. Close to coming, he arched his back and moaned. A white waterfall poured from his tip and streamed downward, but Peter, not finished, continued to ride him throughout. He twitched in pleasure and continued to moan as he saw Peter's face glow with intense passion and pleasure. Finally, Peter came, filling him up with much more than cum. Afterwards, Derrick heard a clanging in his head, not like he was going to faint, but something else. The curse of the magical balls

is broken, he thought, sitting up on his forearms. I don't know why, but I can feel it. Peter leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek, saying, "It's over. I can feel that it's over." "I can, too," Derrick said, wrapping his arms around him. "I don't know whether I'm sorry or not about that." "We don't need a curse or whatever to make love." They looked each other in the eye and grinned. Derrick said, "I'm no fortune teller, but I can see a lot of love-making in our future." That was when a moan that did not belong to either of them broke through the moment. It was Lucas, whom Derrick had forgotten was there. Derrick hastily used the tablecloth and wiped some of the white cum off of his clothes onto it, thinking that Lucas deserved to have to clean it. Derrick pulled on his jeans without his underwear, because he wasn't sure where they had gone. He also hurriedly yanked on his shirt. Peter took a step forward, possibly to knock Lucas out, when somebody else stepped into their vision. It was Lucas's mother, who had come from the closet to the left. Derrick could tell that it must have been a tight fit, because he could see that the closet was cluttered with clothes, crystal balls, and boxes. What the hell was she doing in there? Derrick thought. His face grew redder. Was she listening to us have sex – again? He shot a horrified look at the window and realized that she wasn't the only one that could have been listening. The shop looked out on an open, popular city street, and Derrick hadn't exactly been quiet about his grunting. He hid his face in his hands and shook his head. He would have to move out of this town with Peter. Otherwise, he was going to be embarrassed for the rest of his life. "Mom," Lucas moaned and sat up. "Idiot boy," his mother said, hobbling toward him. "How many times have I told you not to meddle in other people's business outside of readings? You're foolish, foolish, I tell you." "But this idiot was obvious in love with him." Lucas shot a dirty look at Peter. "You should have let them work it out," Lucas's mother said, scowling.

"Wait a second!" Peter cried. "But the curse – you were manipulating Derrick, weren't you? The old woman said that." "Watch what you say about my mom," Lucas said sharply as his mother pulled him to his feet. "Do you honestly think that I would have continued raping somebody when their lover comes charging in like a pissed off predator? You're an idiot. I was trying to help you." Shock filled Derrick's stomach, and he hobbled over, since his ass was still sore. Derrick said, "But your mother said that you did this all the time." "I do this all the time," Lucas admitted. "But I didn't want you to have sex with me. It's like I'm a spiritual love and sex counselor. I saw your future and saw that your friend was in love with you. You were destined to be together. Sometimes you just need a helping hand. Of course, people are supposed to figure that out before they break our window or knock me out with a skillet. Nobody has ever done that before. You are both morons. You belong together." He and Peter exchanged looks. "Are you serious?" Derrick asked. "Dead serious." For a moment Derrick didn't say anything. He wasn't sure whether to be pissed off at Lucas for meddling or happy that he really hadn't been about to get raped after all. Peter was the one who managed to speak first after all of the surprises. Peter said, "You said you saw our future?" Lucas grinned. "You'll live happily ever after." The End

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