Derek & I

Copyright © 2002

By Lee Mariner

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Chapter #15

"You're going to start something if you keep blowing in my ear," I grumbled, waving my hand trying to interrupt the source of the irritant. Instead of stopping, he continued blowing, increasing the force as I heard him giggling under his breath.

Giving in to his pestering, I rolled over onto my back and, breathing in deeply, tried clearing the thick sleep fog from my head before opening my eyes.  I felt him moving beside me, pulling himself into a sitting position, as I opened one eye slightly to see what he was doing.  He was sitting beside my waist and had curled his legs off to the side.   Placing one hand on the mattress on my opposite side for support, he leaned down and, brushing my lips with his while he ran his other hand through my hair, said softly, "You can stop playing like you are asleep."

"I would have been if you hadn't started blowing in my ear," I said, opening my eyes and gazing up into his.

"There is another way I could have woke you up," he said grinning and placing his hand over my piss hard cock.

"And that, Dear Heart, might have gotten you more than you bargained for as bad as I need to piss."

"That bad?" he asked grinning evilly and squeezing my cock which had hardened even more.

"Oh shit, Derek, keep that up; and I'm going to piss all over both of us," I groaned.

He held his hand over my cock, and his eyes sparkled with amusement at my discomfort.  Suddenly he uncurled his legs and, grabbing my hand, got out of bed pulling me with him.  I managed to disentangle myself from the sheets, and when I stood he put his arms around my waist.  Pressing his hard cock against mine, his lips met mine; and the fog of sleep fled as his tongue played in the dank depths of my unbrushed mouth.   The need to relieve the overnight pressures was forgotten as I felt his magnificent body against mine. The slow rotation of his hips moving his cock over mine sent intense urges flowing over me, and I slid my hands up over the rippling muscles of his back, holding him tight.  The beat of his heart was increasing, matching mine, as I felt my cock swelling, hardening even more both from the need to piss and from the pre-seminal fluid that was forcing its way upward to mix with his.

Suddenly, his body tightened; and, grabbing the cheeks of my ass, he held me tightly and, pushing his groin harder against mine, pulled his lips away and lay his head on my shoulder moaning, "Larry, Larry, oh no."

For a brief moment, I thought he was in pain from my arms being around his sore ribs; and then I felt his cock jerk, followed by the sensation of hot sperm gushing between us.  The intensity of his orgasm and the feeling of hot, sticky sperm flowing over my throbbing cock sent me over the edge.  We stood holding each other as our cocks gushed mixing our seed, the mixture flowing down into thick pubic bushes.

It seemed like only a few seconds before he shuddered in my arms, and I felt the tenseness flowing from his muscles. Lifting his head from my shoulder, he sighed and, looking at me sheepishly, said,  "I didn't plan that, Larry; but you look so sexy in the mornings; it just sort of happened."

"And I've still got to piss," I exclaimed. 

We pulled away from each other gingerly, looking down at the mess clinging to our chests and stomachs.  Derek grabbed my hand, and I followed him into the small bathroom.   While he adjusted the shower water, I sat on the toilet and pushed my now sticky but still piss hard cock down enough to be able to relieve myself.  It felt almost as good as getting my rocks off; and, when I sighed with pleasure, Derek looked at me and grinned as he stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain shut.  I joined him after flushing the toilet, and we managed to take a shower together.   The space was too small for playing around and almost too small for two healthy, good sized teenagers to shower.

"We really should have made the bathroom larger when we built the apartment, Derek. No one really thought it needed to be any more than what one person would need though," I said as we dried off.

"Oh, I don't know," he answered, sort of looking around.  "Maybe your Dad will let us replace the tub with an enclosed shower and there is enough room for a double sink to be installed where the single one is now. "

"He might," I said, looking around like he had done, assessing the changes he had suggested.   He was right; it wouldn't take much to do, but it would make a big difference in the bathroom.  "We can ask him about it when he gets home."

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Mother was at the stove, taking a pan of biscuits out of the oven as we walked into the kitchen. When she looked up, we both said, "Good morning, Mom," together and looked at each other grinning as we did.
"Good morning," she said over her shoulder as she placed the pan of biscuits on the counter, "your breakfast is almost ready."

The table was set for two, not three as I had anticipated; and then I remembered that she had probably had her breakfast with Dad before he left for work.  "Did you eat with Dad?" I asked as we sat down.

"Of course, I did, Lawrence, over an hour ago. You know we have breakfast together every morning," she answered, looking at me with an amused smile.  She then shifted her gaze to Derek saying, "How are you feeling this morning, Derek?  Your face looks so much better."

"Much, much better," he answered, "thanks to you and Larry."

"The swelling in your jaw and cheek is all but gone and the redness in your eye is fading.  It should clear up in another day or so." She said, asking, "How do you like you eggs, hump in the middle?"

"Hump in the middle is fine," he answered glancing at me, his eyes twinkling.

Mother knew I liked my eggs the same way.  She fixed two huge plates of eggs, ham and home fried potatoes; and, after setting them in front of us, she poured us each a glass of milk before sitting down with us.  

"Mom, we aren't starved," I complained good-naturedly.  "You've fixed enough for four men."

"Speak for yourself, Larry," Derek said, grinning at me as he buttered a biscuit.

"It looks like you have another big appetite on your hands, Mom," I said, remembering how much Derek had eaten for breakfast at the motel and when we were with Ruth and Helen.

"Good," she answered, sitting back down after refreshing her coffee.  "I like men with healthy appetites.  What are your plans for today, anything I can help you with?" she asked looking at both of us.

"Nothing really, Mom.  Instead of calling Mr. Carlson, I thought I would drive to the plant and explain why I need the time off. I think Derek is going to be going through the things that were brought over by Rebecca and Henry. Aren't you?" I asked looking at him.

"Yeah," he answered as he sat his milk down, "that and cleaning the apartment some. It is a little dusty like Mom said it would be," he said, glancing at her.

"You'll find cleaning stuff under the sink in the bathroom and kitchen," Mom said as he got up from the table and started removing the dishes.   "One of the kitchen drawers, I've forgotten which, has plenty of cleaning cloths in it. Will you be having dinner with us?" she asked, over her shoulder.

When I looked at Derek, he looked at me for a moment before nodding his head affirmatively. 

"I guess we will, Mom.  We've got to do some grocery shopping before we think about eating in the apartment."

"You don't have to do that, but I guess you boys want to be on your own, don't you?" she said turning to look at us, her soft brown eyes shining with moisture.  "Paul was the same way, wanting to be on his own, all young people do...; but it comes about so fast...."

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"Your Mother still thinks about your brother a lot doesn't she?"  Derek said as we walked to the garage.

"Not as much as she used to, Derek.   For awhile, Dad and I were really worried about her but she's getting better and doesn't talk about him as much." I said, answering him and opening the apartment door.

"Losing someone you're close to isn't easy," he said, entering the apartment, "I really missed my grandmother Worthington when she passed away."

"That's your mother's, mother?" I asked.

"Yeah, my dad's parents live outside of Wilmington, Delaware...." he said hesitating a little as he did; and then asked, "How long will you be gone?"

For a brief moment, I thought about asking him more about his dad's parents; but, from the way he had hesitated, I let it go, watching as he picked up one of his suitcases.  If he wanted to tell me more, he would.

"Not long," I said, following him into the bedroom.  "Why don't you come with me;  we can go through this stuff when we get back."

"Can I, Larry?  I'd like to see where you work,” he said excitedly, dropping the suitcase and spinning around.

"I don't see why not.  We can stop at the store on the way back and pick up some groceries -- milk, coffee, and stuff like that. Are you a good cook?"  I asked.

"Not very, I'm afraid.  Beca showed me a few things but not enough to call myself a cook."

I had already figured that out without him telling me, but I figured it would be good if he told me himself.  From the talk I had with my Dad, I knew there were going to be things Derek would not know much about.  I wasn't much better in the kitchen myself, but Mom had shown me enough that I could fix a decent meal if I had to.

"I guess we had better find us a Betty Crocker or Good Housekeeping cookbook while were at it," I said grinning at him.

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Derek started to slide across the seat of the truck, like most lovers do, until he remembered where we were.  I grinned at his momentary embarrassment and his exaggerated attempt at being just a passenger.   He sat that way for a few blocks until he couldn't stand it and compromised by sliding half-way, so that he was able to at least place his hand on my thigh.  The warmth of his hand permeated the cloth of my jeans; and, when he moved his fingers, I glanced over at him and smiled, "That feels good; but don't keep it up, at least not now.  Mr. Carlson might think it funny if I asked for time off with a hard-on," I said.

Derek withdrew his hand; and, turning to face me, he put his arm on the back of the seat looking out the window.  "How long have you worked for Mr. Carlson; have you known him long?  Is he your boss or something like that?" He asked.

"My Dad has known him longer than I have.  They play golf together and belong to the same businessmen's clubs, stuff like that.  I've known Mr. Carlson only since I was sixteen.  I worked for him part-time while I was in high school, but when I graduated he put me on full-time.  It's not a bad job, but I don't intend on being a forklift operator all of my life. As soon as I've saved enough money, I'm going to college.  I'll probably have to enroll in a junior college first and work at the same time.  I'd be an old man if I tried to save it all before enrolling," I said, glancing over at him.   "Didn't you say your father had enrolled you in some college in England named 'Eton'?"

"Yeah," he replied, sighing deeply and picking at his fingernails.  "He didn't know what he was doing though; he just enjoyed telling everyone his son was enrolled in Eton College in Great Britain.  It was more impressive than telling people in his circle that I would be attending some college around here.   I got sick of hearing about it, but the worst part is he didn't even know that the school he thought was so impressive is only the equivalent of our own high schools.  Eaton is a semi-private all-boys school, not much better than the school where I have been studying."

An empty eighteen-wheel lumber truck was pulling out of the yard gate as we drove up.  I moved over on the far side of the shoulder, giving him plenty of room to make his turn.  He waved as he drove by, and I waved back as I pulled back onto the roadway.    As I slowed down at the gate guard shack, Herman the guard started to step out when he saw Derek; but then he recognized me and waved us through. 

"This is it," I said, pulling into an empty parking space by the fence. "You want to go inside with me or wait out here?" I asked as I placed my hand on the door handle.

"I...I think maybe I should wait here, Larry," he said, looking around.

"Okay, I shouldn't be that long. There's a Coke machine by the showroom door if you want one," I said as I closed the door.

"I'm still full from breakfast," he said, twisting around to watch me as I walked away.

I almost made it to the office door when I heard, "Hey, Larry, you're late, Man.  We've already unloaded three trucks."

I recognized Chet's voice.  He was one of the studs I worked with, good looking, well built and sexy; but I had made it a point not to become anything more than socially involved with my co-workers.  I might have made an exception where Chet was concerned if I had thought he were interested.  He never said much about 'faggots' or 'queers' like most of the other guys did when we were having a beer together and the conversation turned in that direction for some reason or the other.  Chet would usually just smile and make only off-handed remarks about its not being his thing and avoid any deeper involvement, but once or twice I caught the side-ways glance he would give me, and I wondered.... 

"Hi, Chet," I called back, not breaking stride.  "I'm taking a couple of weeks off. You can handle it can't you?" 

"I did before you got here, so I guess can," he bawled out, good-naturedly.  "Have fun but don't forget about bowling next Thursday."

"I'll be there unless something comes up," I answered, waving at him and turning the office doorknob. 

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"That didn't take long," Derek said as I got back into the truck.  "Is everything all right?"

"Right as rain," I answered, cheerfully as I started the truck.  "Things are a little slow right now, so I'm off for the next two-weeks."

"I wish you didn't have to work," he said laughing out loud, "then we could be together all of the time."

"Poor people work, Lover.  Someday we won't have to work all of the time," I said, waving at Herman as we went through the gate.

"Who was the cute guy you were talking with after you got out of the truck?" he asked, surprising me at first.

"The cute guy I was talking with..." I answered, thinking for a minute before remembering Chet and I hollering back and forth at each other.  "You must mean Chet, Chet Womak.   He was kidding me about being late until I told him I was taking off.  Chet's a nice guy who operates a forklift with me out back."

When I heard Derek say, "A co-worker and friend?"  I turned and looked at him.  He had a twinkle in his eyes and a grin playing across his face.

"Yes, you Tease, he is a co-worker and a friend; but not the way you are thinking.  Chet and I are bowling partners, and we have had a beer together every now and then; that's all."  I answered, playfully but emphatically.

"He is an awfully good looking guy from what I could see," he replied, straightening up and arching his back. "He does fill out those work cover-alls," he said, giving me a teasing glance as he said it.

"You enjoy teasing me, don't you?" I said reaching over and squeezing his knee.

He looked around real quick and,  leaning toward me, kissed my check, saying, "Only because I love you."

I felt a warm surge in my groin and out of the corner of my eye I saw him rubbing the thick bulge running down the inside of his thigh, his blue eyes flashing.

"Truck sex?" I asked, feeling my cock swelling.

"We could drive to the church," he said sliding closer and running his hand between my legs.

"Huntington Park is closer," I said, turning off onto Millville Road. "We can swim in an old swimming hole we used when I was a boy."

"Naked?" he exclaimed, moving closer the more the houses thinned out.

"As we were born," I answered, pressing the accelerator.