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Derek

Hair type: Blond

Ethinicity: Eastern European

Cock Type: Uncut

Set Type: Pictures

Other content: Derek, Derek & Vincent, Derek

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Pictures: 76 | Added: 09-03-2001

It was thanks to a queen's husband that I met my boyfriend Derek.

Well, not a queen's husband.

It was the Queen's husband, actually.

Let me explain.

Over in England lots of kids belong to something they call the "D of E". It's actually the "Duke of Edinburgh's Awards Scheme" - founded by the Queen's husband, presumably when he's not too busy polishing the crown - but everyone calls it just the "D of E".

Part of the D of E course is going on expeditions in the countryside, camping out, orienteering, all that sort of thing. A bit like the boy scouts, I guess, but without the cute shorts. And amazingly enough, given how macho the whole thing sounds, that's how, at the age of just 16, I met Derek.

Our dads were both based at the local USAF base and we attended the local English school. That's how we got involved with the D of E.

As the only two Americans involved, Derek and I hooked up. It won't surprise you to hear that it was sharing a tent that brought us together - quite literally - and we've been pretty inseparable since then, even after our dads were posted back to the States.

Because we're more likely to be seen wearing clothes for mountaineering than for clubbing, no-one seems to have put two and two together about our relationship yet, even though we've been "together" for a couple of years now.

But if Derek carries on behaving in the way he likes to when we're out in the country, it may not be too long before we're the talk of the town.

Derek, you see, is an exhibitionist.

If you take a look at him, you'd think he's a pretty straightforward kinda guy.

 

Sure, he's slim, handsome and the sort of boy that people take a sly second - or even third! - look at as they pass him in the street. But you wouldn't guess that in private he's got some real strange habits.

I guess I first noticed the day we visited the state museum. If you've ever been there, you'll know that it's set in a big wooded park, which attracts almost as many visitors as the museum itself. They love to wander round in the summer sun, or enjoy a picnic in the shade of one of the giant old trees.

Well, as soon as we got into the middle of the park - and even though there were plenty of other people virtually within sight of us - Derek stripped off all his clothes and insisted that I gave him a blow job right then and there.

Since that incident, I've realised that what makes Derek hot - apart from me! - is danger. He loves it when we fuck in places where someone might happen along at any time.

So whenever we go walking in the woods near our folks' houses, I know it's not a good idea to wear too many clothes - or ones that are going to take a long time to get out of or back into.

Of course, as soon as we get there, Derek takes his top off. That's no problem. To anyone passing by, he just looks like a fit, buffed young guy who's enjoying the sunshine.

But that's not enough for my boyfriend. I know what's coming next as soon as he starts to loosen the top buttons of his pants.

Now that's the point when I usually tell him to stop.

I'm no prude, but I know that one day we're going to get caught.

At best, that means coming out to the whole town.

At worst, a quick appearance in front of Judge Hucklebecker and the front page of the Buttville Bugle.

But Derek always ignores what I say. And, in any case, by the time he gets his pants off and is left wearing just a skimpy pair of black briefs, I'm willing to let him carry on and do whatever he wants. He knows that the sight of just a wisp or two of hair sticking out from the waistband drives me wild.

I've gotta admit that at that point it's usually me that pulls his briefs off. OK, I said that I was the cautious one - but there's a limit for every guy, y'know!

Once he's naked, Derek likes to stretch out in the sunshine.

"Getting' some of them healthy rays."

At least, that's what he says.

But it's usually not too long before his dick gives the truth away.

Is it the warm sunshine turning him on?

The possibility that he might be caught?

Me?

Probably Derek himself doesn't know, but I guess it's all three.

Whatever the answer, before we climb back into the car and head for home I'm more than happy to take advantage of the question.

 

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