Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 14:12:31 +0100
From: Roman Numeral <icha_wright@hotmail.com>
Subject: Middle Man: Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

This story contains homosexual themes and sexual acts between consenting
males. If you are offended by such topics or not of legal age to read such
stories, please do not read on. The names of characters and their
engagements are fictitious. Any resemblances to real life are completely
coincidental.

The author asserts all legal and moral rights to this work and it may not
be copied or transmitted in any way except in its entirety along with this
disclaimer.

MIDDLE MAN

Chapter 1

Derek was sure that more than one bad decision had been made at 5:16 a.m.,
finding comfort in the fact that he was about to do something that was in
no way unique. It wasn't until a familiar naked figure walked into his
kitchen that he knew how the bad decision would occur.

When Sam woke up that morning he expected to get a coffee, then leave
before anyone was awake. All this would have happened had Derek not been in
the kitchen before him and given him that 'Fuck Or Else' look at a little
after five in the morning. Sam's sense of survival not being something he
could shake off, he chose box A.

It should be noted that whilst Derek was such a novice at making bad
decisions, they had to be planned beforehand; Sam was the opposite. Whereas
Derek held back, considered and reconsidered his choice, Sam's self
questioning involved the words'Why not?' After finding nothing, he stuck
with his choice.

As he moved to a wall on his left side, Sam could see that in the morning
light the other man's eyes weren't so dark, they were a light brown. The
shirt he was wearing became almost see through, the material barely
containing well developed shoulders. Sam also noted clean, stronglooking
hands and short nails. The man looked tired and agitated, his lipssealed
tightly over a clenched jaw. Sam hadn't ever been around such intensityand
he braced himself as best he could.

Behind his coffee cup Derek watched the tall figure walk back and lean
against the white tiled wall. His golden skin was peppered with dark blonde
hair on his chest, navel and the rest of the expected places. The man
before Derek had long legs, good thighs and the oddest green eyes, along
with a trace of new stubble. His hair was just a mass of thick blonde mess,
the result of some restless sleeping, Derek thought.

For some reason Derek was reminded of one of those lions that prowled
alone; solitary yet powerful. Derek was good and quick at picking up a
person's character. The one before him was calm, but he hadn't taken his
eyes off Derek except for blinking. His hands were now behind him against
thewall, both feet out infront of him, in a relaxed, unassuming posture,
but his shoulder muscles were tense and Derek could see that he could
pounce at any moment, if he wanted to.

'Good' Derek thought and put his cup down, walking out from behind the
counter, closing the distance between him and the naked man in the kitchen.

Watching the other figure get closer Sam felt like a bit like an ant before
a tsunami. For a brief moment, Sam forgot his own naked state after he saw
that the figure approaching him was doing so bare footed. They weren't odd
or spectacular feet in anyway; just... unexpected, at least to Sam.

Wearing a white shirt that was once a little crisper, tucked inside grey
pants, Derek had taken off his shoes and socks as soon as he had arrived at
the house, as he always did.

Even as he was being approached Sam made no physical indication of moving
from where he was standing. Only two of his major muscles gave any
indication that they were being affected by the morning's proceedings: his
cock and his heart,both of which were now pulsing wildly.

It was only after feeling teeth on his throat that Sam realised the figure
had now plastered himself onto his body. He wasn't sure if it was the marks
being made on his throat or the fact that every nerve in his body seemed to
be more receptive than ever before. He was used to both parties being naked
during sex, Sam refelcted, as he felt two hands grasping his waist.

'What the..is he smelling me?' Sam thought when he felt a slight breeze on
his neck, whilst a hand circled behind it. He gasped when he felt a
familiar rhythm being made against his body, as the other man started to
grind his clothed body against his not so clothed one. Before he could stop
himself Sam stood up straight and ran his hands over the other man's back,
pulling the body closer to his own. Being unsatisfied with the material
obstructing him, Sam used both hands to lift the shirt from where it was
tucked, plunging beneath it to find smooth, hard skin.

Derek was moving himself and his newly acquired erection repeatedly over
the body facing him, almost losing his pace after inhaling a familiar
scent. He heard a moan as he let his tongue trace the vein that was pulsing
bravely on Sam's neck. When he reached the base, he bit into the soft flesh
and sucked on it.

Then Derek looked up, his eyes looking into feline green ones.

"Morning" both men, managed to say simultaneously.

Then the brown eyes quickly lowered as Derek went swiftly onto his knees
and took a rather rigid member into his mouth. Sam was too surprised to do
anything but quietlyl moan, almost lossing his stance. He planned to live
for a long time, but this man was giving him a heart attack with that mouth
of his.

Derek kept trying to focus on the man in front him, gettinghim as hard as
possible, but he was being distracted, 'Is he stroking my ear?' he asked
himself. Even though his hair was always kept short, it was usually
stroked, or grabbed. But his ear? He reminded himself to pay attention to
the task at hand.

With his left hand Derek gripped a muscled right thigh, running his hand
lightly over the hollow space behind the knee. When he reached the calf he
moved hishand into his pocket, finding the needed silver package. Like any
good boy scout he always had a spare one in his pocket, although this one
had been there for a long time. Taking a break from what he was doing, he
tore the foil with his teeth, before giving his mouth back to the hard male
protrusion.

Sam couldn't be blamed for presuming to know where this sequence of events
was headed. Which is why after feeling a slippery, well known, sheath being
rolled onto his cock, he made his confusion audible.

At hearing the words "What the fuck?" Derek wasn't deterred from his
ministrations and continued to roll the condom onto the man before him.

Thinking he either hadn't been heard or understood, Sam asked "What are you
doing?"

'Making a bad decision' Derek told himself but asnwered, "It's pretty
obvious, even to you." He was once again standing.

Sam said nothing but stood up straighter and moved closer to the man before
him. For a moment using his full 6'2 height, as a way of questioning the
other man's choice.

Derek was sure, which is how he found himself facing his cold, white tiled
kitchen wall. His palms out flat against the surface, his trousers and
briefs in a crumpled heap by his feet. His face trying not to flinch each
time a spit covered fore-finger inched forward, retreated only to go
further into his ass. Derek didn't think he would be so tense, or nervous.

After realising that more lubrication would be needed, Derek told the other
man to go behind the counter and look underneath the cabinet nearest the
sink.

"Olive, vegetable or sesame seed oil?" Sam asked, shaking his head, not
believing that he needed to ask such a thing, or that he cared enough to
ask if there was a preference.

"I don't care" Derek answered. He soon felt hands on his lower back and
smelled sesame seed oil. 'This is going to happen'he thought, trying to
keep calm.He felt his body being handled carefully as his ass cheeks were
parted againand the one finger, two finger three finger dick routine was
re-enacted.

Feeling the other man's nervousness Sam told him to turn around, so that
once again they were staring at each other.

Seeing his knees begin to yield, Sam also suggested Derek take an
alternative position, stopping his digital work to allow Derek to grasp him
with his legs, whilst supporting him with his arms.

At the first complete thrust Derek felt like a flame pole was going into
him. Despite feeling extremely off balance, he still tried not to clutch
the body that was pretty much holding him up. His heart beating a million
miles a minute, tears threatening to spill his feelings.

Still it was too late: Sam knew and he stopped, letting everything sink in
whilst Derek adjusted.

"Relax. Just let me do everything." Sam said firmly.

'I don't even know you' Derek told himself.

Sam remembered what his first time had been like and knew that he wanted to
give the man he was holding the same great experience.

Derek tried to look away but Sam wouldn't stop looking at him, or touching
him, his hands inexplicably in all places at once on his body. They pulled
Derek's hips forward, stroked his thighs, encouraging them to hold on
tighter. Fingers went underneath the shirthe was still wearing and circled
his bellybutton, played with his nipples, then held on to the back of his
neck. Lastly Derek felt a thumb wipe away tears from both cheeks, before
they were rubbed across his lips.

When he felt lips on his neck, Derek's cock, which had lost it's will to
live, was soon resuscitated and Sam continued thrusting.

Looking back into the brown eyes in front of him, Sam thought 'Now this is
a wake up call.'

At first Derek saw a spark of white. Then it became a flash, which got
brighter and longer each time his prostrate was hit, by the dick inside
him. The hitting was soon replaced by a full out attack as the thrusts
became shorter and harder, on that one hot spot inside his body.

Then all too soon Derek felt a familiar warmth rising up his thighs and
stomach. Before he could try to pull himself together, his orgasm hit, with
an intensity that he hadn't prepared himself for.

Derek surprised by the heat, release and tension that consumed him all at
once, threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream, with his eyes
closed.

Seeing it as his only chance, to show him what he was really good at, Sam
leaned in to kissthe body that had just white washed his own with semen.

Sam always felt that kissing was his one, true talent and he displayed and
gave it to otherswhen the chance, like this one, arose. However, he didn't
get the chance. As a voice boomed into the kitchen, throwing both him and
the man in his arms off guard.

"Oh my God !" first, then "Derek?"

Both Sam and Derek turned to see George; the man whom Sam had known for
less than twenty-four hours, whilst Derek had known, lived with and loved
for more than three years.

"Derek? What are you doing? " George said more quietly.

Derek looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. Looked at the
man who was still the handsomest man, he knew, his best friend and lover
and his heart broke. After seeing George and the naked man in his kitchen,
in bed together, when he came home this morning, he finally got it.

They weren't meant to be together. He wouldn't be hurting as much as he
was, if they were. He wouldn't want to hurt George this much if they were.

"Following your example George," Derek said, after removing himself from
the other man. He then tried to claim his briefs and trousers and put put
them on as calmly as he could.

As the only man wearing nothing but a condom and confusion Sam felt
trapped.  'Derek's a nice name, suits him', he said to himself as he
watched Derek, try not to scramble into his clothes hurriedly.

Sam felt he needed to leave as the Derek guy looked close to tears again,
though he was trying to hide it. "I'm going to get my stuff, then go" he
said, although no one seemed to notice.

"You should wait for George, he's coming with you" Derek suddenly turned to
the other man, a stranger who really had changed everything, without
planning to of course.

'Or maybe he did' Derek thought, still a little shaky from what he had just
done. He felt sore, lost and more alone than he could remember. 'How do
people live through this?' he asked himself.

Derek now dressed, went back behind the counter towards the door.

He turned his back on both of them to get his coat, whilst saying "I'll be
gone a while.  Have whatever you can't take, marked with an address for me
to send it to."  Then he walked out of the back door, keys in hand.

It was only when he was sitting on the park bench near their house, 'no my
house' he corrected, that he noticed his mistake. By that time he had been
sitting there for a good five hours, when he looked down. He would have
laughed in any other situation.

A little girl about six years old, with what had to be the biggest whirly
lollypop Derek had ever seen asked him,

"Hey, where are your shoes?"


TBC

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