DEREK & I
Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
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Life is what you make of it, not what
others make of it for you
We had just pulled into the parking space by the stairs leading up to
the garage apartment when Mom called out to us from the side
doorway. "We weren't expecting you home this early; would you
care to have supper with us, I've fixed plenty?"
I glanced quickly at Derek; and, when he nodded his head affirmatively,
I called back asking, "What time, Mom?"
"We should be ready to eat in about an hour," she answered,
continuing, "That should give you plenty of time to clean up. I
hope Derek likes pork loin, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes?"
"I love it, Aunt Edith," Derek called back from where he was hiding
behind the front of the truck.
"Good, I'll have the table set by the time you get here."
As we raced up the stairs before she could say anything more, I said,
"I thought you told me that, you didn't like sauerkraut."
"I'm not crazy about it; but, it looks like I'll have to acquire a
taste for it," He said as I opened the door, and he brushed by me.
Derek dropped the newspaper on the small table in the kitchen and
collapsed on the couch with his arms and legs splayed, his head resting
on the back. Grinning and remembering the morning, I stood over
him and said, "You must have a fondness for the couch, you headed right
"Now...," he said, lifting his head and looking up at me with a twinkle
in his eyes. "Who's getting horny?"
"You don't have to be on a couch for me to get horny," I said, moving
between his legs and bending down to unbuckle his belt.
"Oh..., and what are you doing now?" he asked, his fantastically blue
The bulge in his trousers was starting to swell, and I saw his eyes
shift downward to see whether my cock was responding, which it
started pulling his shirt from his waist-band, and he looked up at me,
smiling. My fingers trembled from the excitement that was
building between us, and it took an effort not to rip his trousers and
briefs off of him;
but I restrained myself, answering in a husky tone, "What you started
when you spread out on the couch."
"Your mother said we had an hour," he said softly as he removed
his shirt trying to entice me with the golden magnificence of his
gorgeously muscled chest.
"I know she did, but that gives us only enough time to shower and
change clothes," I replied, breathing heavily, my hard cock
aching from being confined in my briefs.
"That's more than enough time," he replied huskily as he wadded his
shirt in a ball.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he breathed; and, throwing
to the other end of the couch, he hooked his thumbs between his hips
and the waist-band of his soaked briefs and trousers as I unzipped his
fly. Leaning against the back of the couch and lifting his hips,
pushed his clothes downward, slowly revealing the golden trail of
sperm soaked hair and then the crown of his cock. Dropping down
on one knee, I pulled his shoes off and got a grip on the cuffs of his
trousers to pull them off. He lifted his legs as I was removing
his trousers and pushed his briefs down to his ankles. Kicking
them off to one side, he dropped his legs stretching them out on either
side of me, his hard cock lying on his hard flat stomach.
Looking down the length of his beautifully muscled
body at me still kneeling in front of him, he moved his hands down over
his muscled ripped stomach until his fingers touched the base of his
thick cock. Smiling softly, he pushed and I watched, mesmerized
by the beauty of his
magnificently tapered cock rising like a glistening golden scepter,
waving teasingly, beckoning to me.
I forgot about the passage of time as I gazed at the beauty stretched
out before me. I could feel the sweat of passion running down over my
back; and, my ears were filled with the sound of my pounding heart.
Crawling closer, I lowered my head, opening my
mouth to take him, when he suddenly let his cock drop back onto his
stomach. Extending his smoothly muscled arms, his brilliantly
blue eyes gleaming, he whispered in a guttural tone, "Stand up and
strip for me,
As I stood, and was pulling my shirt over my head, he sat up; and
I felt his fingers fumbling
with my belt buckle. Throwing the shirt to where his was lying
on the couch, I finished what he had been attempting to do as I,
indiscriminately, kicked my shoes off. The atmosphere became almost
surreal as, while I was removing my trousers, he leaned against the
back of the couch and arched his back
stretching like a tawny cat. His blue eyes changed to a deep
indigo as he watched me undress, and he flexed teasing me, his hard
muscles rippling beneath smooth,
"God, D, " I said softly, as I stood over him. "You are so beautiful;
it's hard for me to believe you're mine."
"Believe it, Lover. I belong to you, and you are all mine. There is
nothing that will change that," he said as he stood up and took me in
his arms, drawing me
tightly to him.
Our lips met in a tongue devouring kiss; and our steel hard cocks,
trapped between us, fought a duel as we ground them
together. Every muscle in my body tensed with excitement;
and I felt the fires of desire sweeping upwards engulfing us in a
cocoon of lust, pre-cum oozing from throbbing cocks. I twisted
of his encircling arms and pulled him toward the couch; but he
pulling me down onto the floor with him. Reversing
positions, we devoured the drooling shafts that would erupt and
flow with the life giving aphrodisiac we both craved.
Euphoric waves of contentment flowed over us as we sucked hardening
cocks, drawing the nectar from churning testicles. Derek moaned,
hugging me tightly, and hesitated for just a moment before driving his
swelling cock deep into my throat and releasing his seed. I swallowed
greedily as he thrust his erupting cock deep in the recesses of my
throat. The muscles of my throat gripped his steel hard cock as
streams of his sperm flowed with each spasm; and I could hear him, no,
feel him moaning softly as I sucked, drawing the juice from his
An intense feeling of ecstasy rushed through the length of my swelling
cock as I felt his cock starting to soften. Gripping his cock with my
lips, I increased the tempo of my driving hips to meet the
demanding need of his sucking mouth; and I felt his fingers sliding
the crack of my ass. Without warning, one finger pressed against
the rosebud of my anus and entered sending an electrifying shock
coursing through my testicles and up through my hardening cock. I
released his wilting cock, growling, as my seed erupted with volcanic
force sending thick streams cascading down into the depths of his
stomach. With each spasm, my muscles tightened as waves of ecstasy
swept over me. Hugging him tightly to me, I took his still half-hard
cock in my mouth and sucked, stripping and draining the last dregs of
When each of us had drained the last remnants of the sweet nectar from
the other's wilting and
sensitive cock, we sighed contentedly and, rolling onto our backs, held
hands. I was enjoying the feel of his strong hand
in mine when he said, softly, "Larry, we better get a move on before we
use up the hour that your Mother said we had before supper would be
"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "I got so hot thinking about
making love to you that I'd completely forgotten the time."
"That makes two of us, Lover," he said sitting up and nuzzling my nose
with his before standing up, his still half-hard cock waving gently.
"We'll still have plenty of time, but we better get started."
His magnificently proportioned body glistened from the slight sheen of
sweat created by our love making. Thoughts about the perfection
of Michelangelo's David rushed into my mind;
feelings for Derek, that were inexplicable, swelled in my breast as he
stood, smiling down at me, his now azure blue eyes gleaming with the
"Are you going to waste time sitting on the floor, or are we going to
dress without showering?" he said, offering both hands to
help me up.
After he helped me up, I put my arms around his waist, saying,
not a waste of time, Derek. I just can't get over how gorgeous
Smiling softly, his eyes still gleaming, he put his arms around my
shoulders and, nibbling on my ear, whispered, "You haven't looked
a mirror lately, have you? You, Lover; are as gorgeous as I'll
ever be, and that is only a small part of why I love you."
"What is the other part?" I asked playfully as we disengaged.
"Think about it, and I bet you know what it is," he answered, turning
toward the bedroom door and the bathroom.
Showering was always an almost
erotic experience, because washing and exploring the nooks and crannies
that we had already found excited both of us. It was becoming
almost a ritual that we both enjoyed, and the inevitable erections were
foregone conclusion that eventually led to love making. This
time, though, we both were sufficiently sated that mutual hardons were
play things, and no thoughts of sex preempted the lack of
After drying each other off, we
dressed quickly in washed-out jeans and simple white pullovers with
sandals. Crossing the small space between the garage and side
door of the house, we entered and saw Dad sitting at the table with his
inevitable newspaper. Mom was setting steaming bowls of pork and
sauerkraut on the table, and she looked up as we entered, saying, " You
are just in time, everything is ready."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Derek said, rubbing his stomach and smacked his
lips as we moved toward the table to sit down, "It surely smells
good, Aunt Edith."
"I hope both of you are hungry," she replied, glancing at us.
"I fixed enough for an army."
"You always do, Mother" Dad replied matter-of-factly and, without
looking over his newspaper, said, "She said that she didn't think you
would be having supper with us tonight, but that didn't stop her; we
could feed an army any night of the week."
"Now, you just hush, Christopher," Mother replied from the stove where
she was filling a bowl with mashed potatoes while Derek gave me a
quizzical look of surprise. He then looked back at Mother who had
finished talking. "They are two growing boys, and they need to
"Growing boys become grown men,
Mother," Dad said accentuating the word men, giving us a wink as he
folded his newspaper and placed it on the floor beside his chair.
"Oh, posh, that's all the more reason they should eat," she answered,
setting the potatoes on the table as Derek and I sat down. "Milk
for the both of you?" she asked without really asking since in her mind
it was a foregone conclusion that boys drank milk.
"We men will have coffee later on the front porch," Dad
said, grinning impishly at us and then glancing at Mother, waiting for
She knew that Dad was teasing her, and she didn't give a response
except for a withering glance as she sat down across from him and
for our hands. Dad did the same and offered the blessing a little
differently from what he had in the past, ending it with, "and, Oh
giving us these two fine young men we sincerely thank you, Amen."
I felt Mom and Dad squeeze my hand; and, looking across the table, I
saw a hint of moisture in his eyes.
True to his praise of Mom's cooking, Derek did it justice, surprising
me when he had a sizable portion of sauerkraut; and Mom
beamed at Dad visually gloating as Derek ate. I did a fair job
of eating myself; and, since this meal had always been one of Paul's
favorites, I waited for Mom to say something. She didn't
disappoint me, mentioning Paul when we were almost finished.
"Now then," she said as she smoothed her apron. "If Paul were here,
everything would be perfect. Don't you think, Christopher?"
"Mother...," Dad said softly, looking at her, and glancing at Derek and
"Oh, I know, I know. I just can't help thinking of him whenever I fix
this meal," She said as she dabbed the corners of her eyes and reached
for Derek's hand. "It was his favorite."
"I can understand why, Aunt Edith; it was delicious," he answered,
placing his other hand over hers. "I only wish, that I could have
"You do, Derek," Dad injected quietly. "Larry is as alike him as
any two brothers can be," Dad said, looking at me a little misty
Silence fell over the table for a few minutes while each struggled with
thoughts, and I had a lump as big as a goose egg in my
throat. Derek must have been feeling the same way; and,
opening his mouth, he started to say something; but I cut him off
before he could.
"Supper was delicious, Mom," I said, scooting my chair back.
"Instead of coffee, would you mind if Dad, Derek and I went to Kelley's for a beer?"
"Of course not," she answered breathing in deeply and sliding her
back from the table. "I've got the dishes to wash and the kitchen
to clean; and, I don't
need the three of you underfoot. Besides, it will do you good to
get out for a spell, take a long walk, or do what ever it is men do
when women aren't around."
Kelley's was the
neighborhood's only bar; and, like most small isolated neighborhood
was where men gathered to talk sports and, not unlike women, exchange
risqué gossip or a few ribald stories. After Mom has
shooed us out of her kitchen, Dad started to walk toward his
car until I spoke up.
"Dad, why don't we walk? It's only three blocks, and a little
will help settle supper," I said, placing my hand on Derek's forearm.
"That sounds good to me, Son," he answered, redirecting his footsteps.
"Your mother's sauerkraut is sitting pretty heavy in the middle
of my gut, a little heartburn, I think."
"Is Mr. Gilman still running the place?" I asked as Derek and I
fell in-step on either side of him.
"Charlie, Charlie Gilman? I believe he still is, but I can't be
sure of that. I've only dropped in a couple of times since...,
died...." Dad answered, his voice trailing off.
We had walked another half block in silence when Dad suddenly threw his
arms around our shoulders exclaiming, "Hey, Fellas, we aren't going to Kelley's
for a wake; so what say we leave the gloomy stuff at home?"
"Yes, Sir," We both answered together.
The name of the bar was emblazoned
in bright green neon tubing across the front of the building, and two
large neon signs, one blue and one red, advertising Pabst Blue
Ribbon and Budweiser Beer, hung in each of the large single windows on
either side of the entrance. The
interior hadn't changed from the last time I had been there and
probably hadn't changed since it opened right after World War
II. On the left was a bar running almost the entire length of the
building and a high mirrored back bar. The dark well worn wooden
floor showed the burnt marks of a few thousand ignorantly discarded
were several wooden tables with chairs down the middle of the
sections of booths were on the right side with a row of transom
windows above them. An ancient Wurlitzer record player separated
the booths. At the back of the room there were two dart boards on the
wall and two doors, one on each side of the dart boards, with signs on
them indicating the appropriate word,
"guys" or "gals."
The distinctive odor of stale beer, cigarettes and fried food assailed
nostrils as we walked in. Several men, whom I didn't recognize
were sitting at the bar and turned to look in our direction as we
in. Squinting my eyes, I tried looking through the blue cigarette
haze to see whether Charlie Gilman was behind the bar; but I couldn't
"Dad," I said as we sat down in one of the booths. "I don't see
Dad turned; looking in the same direction, I had before saying, "If
he's here, Larry, he's probably in the kitchen or getting something for
the bar. Remember, I said that I haven't been here for awhile."
"It's the first time I've ever been in a bar." Derek said.
"You've never been in a bar, Derek?" Dad asked , twisting
sideways to look at him with a surprised look.
"No, Sir, my father never went to any bars that I know of," he
answered with a chagrined look. .
"I bet they went to cocktail parties and cocktail lounges; didn't they,
D?" I said teasingly.
"Oh, yeah, they both did almost all of the time," he replied,
just as a voice
boomed from across the room.
"Chris, Chris Marks. Is that you?"
Dad looked up; surprised at hearing his name called out, and we turned
to see a very large man wearing an apron making his way through the
tables in the direction of our booth.
"Christ, Man, it's been
ages," he said, reaching for Dad's hand.
"It's been awhile, Charlie," Dad replied, smiling as they
hands and asked. "How have you been?"
"Putting on a pound or two as you can see," he guffawed loudly,
pounding his huge belly. "You look in good shape; been working out?"
"Not really working out, Charlie; but I manage to get a run in
before work and watch the diet. I'm afraid Edith is not much
help there though," he answered glancing at Derek and me with a grin.
"Edith, I haven't seen her since...," Charlie hesitated, glanced at us
and then said, "How is she, Chris?"
"Good, Charlie, real good. I'll tell her you asked about
her. Do you think we might be able to get a couple of beers, Blue
Ribbon," he replied, quickly changing the subject.
"Could I have a ginger ale, Uncle Chris?" Derek asked, quickly.
"Uncle? Is this young man your nephew, Chris?" Charlie
exclaimed, looking down at Derek.
"No, he isn't; Charlie, he's Larry's friend and ours. Derek is
with us until they go to college next fall," Dad answered. "Derek, this
is Charlie Gilman, owner/operator of Kelley's.
Charlie, Derek Kingsley."
"It's good meeting you, Boy," Charlie bellowed loudly, reaching across
the table to where Derek was sitting in the corner of the booth and
vigorously shaking his hand. "These are fine people you're
"Nice meeting you, Sir; and I agree with you that they are fine
I saw his eyes flicker briefly at being addressed as "boy"; and his
words with Eddie Carper flashed through my head, worrying me for a
moment until I saw the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his
"I'll bring them beers and a ginger ale right over, Chris," Charlie
said, looking at me as he as he started to leave. "Larry, Boy,
think I was ignoring you; but your old man and me haven't seen each
other in many moons."
It was my turn to tense up as I shook hands with Charlie, and I saw
Derek grinning with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well now, what did you boys do
after we left you at the station?" Dad said after the drinks had been
delivered and we had taken a sip.
Derek and I glanced at each other grinning at Dad's calling us "boys,"
but it didn't sound the same from him as it would have coming from a
stranger. On several occasions, when someone referred to me
as a boy, I
had the urge to tell the ignorant asshole, "bend over, and I'll show
you what a boy can do;" and I knew from Derek's reactions that he felt
"Morgan came out after you and Mom left. We talked with him for a
few minutes. Did you know he is graduating high school next
week?" I said, answering him.
"I think he mentioned it, why?"
"He got all excited when I asked him if he were, and he asked if we
would be there. Have you thought about going?" I replied,
glancing at Derek who was quietly sipping his drink and listening.
"Nooooo, I haven't thought about it," Dad answered, looking at me
intently for a second before continuing. "But it would probably
make him feel good if we did. I doubt anyone from his family
will be there."
"I got that impression from the way he reacted when Larry told him we
would be there, Uncle Chris," Derek said, quietly.
"You boys are going to Morgan's graduation?" Dad exclaimed, glancing
between the two of us. "Aren't Merrimac students graduating the
same day as the public schools?"
"Yes, we do; but the public school ceremonies are in the afternoon at
the civic center. Ours are at eight o'clock in the evening on
campus, and they are held out of doors," he said, twirling his glass
taking a deep breath before continuing. "I suggested to Larry
that we could attend Morgan's in the afternoon, and mine later
that evening. I think what he is hinting at is that you and
Aunt Edith could join us if you would care to."
"Yeah," I said excitedly. "It would be great if you and Mom went
with us, and I know Morgan would be tickled pink if we all showed up."
We sat silently while Dad took a pull on his beer. When he sat the
down, I saw a twinkle in his eyes; and I knew what his answer would be
before he said it.
"It looks like you two have thought things out pretty well," he said,
smiling. "I don't see any reason we can't, but I'll have to ask
your Mother first."
"I know she will agree, Dad; I just know it."
"Then you must know your Mother better than I do, but you're probably
right as she is so excited about attending Derek's graduation,"
Dad said, looking at him
and still smiling as he took another drink.
Looking at Derek, I knew the reason for her excitement. She had
attended a funeral instead of Paul's graduation, but going to Derek's
would erase some of that pain, and that gave me another reason for
loving him. Derek, even though he didn't know it and for
which I would be eternally grateful, was filling a gap that had
been missing in Mom's life since my brother had died so unexpectedly.
Charlie brought another round while we were talking, and Dad looked up
at him as he set the drinks on the table. "On the house, Chris,
for old times sake," he said, winking at him.
"Thanks, Charlie," he answered. "I appreciate it but you really
don't have to do that."
"I know that, but it's good for business," he replied, looking over his
shoulder at someone rapping an empty bottle on the bar; and, growling
under his breath, he said, "I'm going to throw that sucker out of here
he keeps on doing that. He must think that I'm his personal servant."
"I have that problem at the station sometimes, Charlie, except, they
blow their horns." Dad said as Charlie left still grumbling.
"People are all the same whether it's gasoline or beer, impatient," Dad
said to no one in particular as he lifted the fresh bottle to his
We sat silent for a moment, and I was pushing the empty bottles and
Derek's glass off to the side of the table when Derek dropped an
'Uncle Chris," he started, glancing at me. "Would it be all right with
you if we remodeled the apartment? Nothing really drastic but,
with the two of us living there, it would be a little more comfortable
if it were arranged a little differently."
My eyes widened, and I think it caught Dad by surprise as well.
hesitated with his bottle half-way up to his lips, and then took a
"Remodel the apartment?" he said, looking at me. "Just what do
you have in mind, Son."
Derek glanced at me anxiously before replying. "Like I said, Sir,
we wouldn't do anything drastic; but the bathroom is small, and there
aren't enough closets. Maybe the kitchen and living room could be
changed with a wall separating them. We wouldn't do anything
before going over any changes with an architect and having him draw up
and Aunt Edith would have the final say before anything would be done."
"What do you think about it, Larry?" Dad asked, looking at me.
"We've talked about it Dad; and we knew we would have to talk with you
and Mom before we did anything," I replied. "It is kind of
small for two people, and a few changes would make it more comfortable;
but, like D said, it's up to you and Mom."
The inevitable silence that follows such and exchange fell over us as
Derek and I anxiously waited for Dad's response. I knew he
was thinking about what Derek had said, and there was a somber look on
his face that worried me. Looking at Derek, I raised my eyebrows
my concern; and then Dad spoke softly.
"Derek, I don't like sounding crass about money; but I'm not sure we
would be able to afford a complete renovation such as you and Larry are
thinking about. Hiring an architect can be expensive in and of
itself even before taking into consideration the overall cost of a
contractor and materials."
My heart sank, and I just knew Dad was going to refuse; but I hadn't
taken into consideration the tenacity of Derek's character, or just how
persuasive and logical he could be. Looking at Derek, I saw a glint in
his eyes over the rim of his glass. "You devil," I thought to
myself. "You planned this even though we had talked about houses
The smile on his face as he set his glass down and what he said
confirmed my suspicions.
"You're right about the expense, Uncle Chris; but you wouldn't have to
make the investment as my trust would cover the cost," he said,
glancing at me and continuing
just as Dad was about to speak. "Before you object, Uncle Chris,
look at it this way. The money is in the trust; and yesterday Mr.
Masters told me that I could use it for anything we wanted, within
"We?" Dad interrupted raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, Sir, we; Larry and I," Derek answered. "Whatever I have, is
as much Larry's as it is mine,"
he said; hesitating for a moment, and glancing at me before
continuing. "What we have; even though my part
may be larger, is ours together; and having a place to live is within
"Wouldn't your father have something to say about it?" Dad asked
just as Charlie walked up and interrupted..
"Are you boys gonna have another drink?" He asked, using the all
inclusive term "boys" as many men do when addressing two or more men.
"I don't know about Larry and Derek, Charlie; but I'd like a cup of
coffee if you have it."
"I'll have another ginger ale, Mr. Gilman," Derek replied, and I said,
"Give me a minute to make a fresh pot, Chris," Charlie said over
his shoulder as he left.
We waited until Charlie was out of ear shot before Derek responded to
Dad's query about his father.
"My father lost his conservator's rights when, I turned eighteen, Uncle
Chris. He neglected to tell me about the conditions my
grandmother had made when she set it up, and he may never have, but
that is why Mr.
Masters called me. That's one reason we are going to see Mr.
Winters tomorrow and have it all converted into my name. My father
won't have any control over the trust after that is done. The
bank will remain trustee until all of the conditions of grandmother's
will are met; but, my father is excluded. He can't even touch the
allowance that is allowed for my use under the bank's
said, finishing just as Dad's
coffee and our drinks were brought.
When Charlie left, we took a sip of our drinks; and, as Dad set his
coffee mug down, he looked up grinning, "Good coffee, almost as
good as Mother's, but don't tell her I said it," he said smiling
broadly and continuing. "I don't know this Masters fellow, Derek,
but I do know Merrill Winters. If what you say you want is
possible, he will know what to do. As for fixing the apartment
up, I'll have to talk with your mother first. She probably won't
object; but, if we don't ask her, she might get a little testy about us
men folks cooking something up and leaving her out."
"What if we talked to her first, Dad?" I said, glancing at Derek,
seeing the excitement in his eyes.
"Good Lord, no!!" He exclaimed, leaning against the back of the
booth. "If both of you start on her, she'll wind up letting
you remodel the whole damned house," he said, surprising me with his
use of a rare expletive.
"Would that be so bad, Uncle Chris? There might be a few things
you and she would like changed that could be done at the same time as
the apartment," Derek said, surprising me and Dad.
Dad and I looked at each other, and then, he placed his hand over
Derek's. "I know you are sincere in saying that, Derek; and I
appreciate it, but I can't let you do that. Now then, I've got to use
men's room so, if you will excuse me;" he said, pushing his almost
empty coffee mug away as he slid out of the booth, "I'll be right
Turning my head to watch him as he walked away, I felt Derek's hand
squeeze my thigh as he said, "You don't think I upset him, do you,
"No," I said, twisting around to look at him. "You didn't upset
him, but you surely caught both of us by surprise. I had no idea
you were thinking about anything like that, but, I know he
appreciates the offer."
"When we were talking about the architect, that's when it
crossed my mind. The bedrooms are small, and I'm sure Aunt Edith
would like a newer kitchen. It could all be done at the same
and I'd love to do it for them after all they have done for me. I hope
he didn't think I was being uppity or something like that," he said
wistfully, squeezing my leg tighter.
Reaching under the table, I placed my hand over his, squeezing and
saying, "He doesn't, Babe, so get it out of your head, please."
"I hope you're right," He replied, with a sad look in his eyes. "I
would really hate for either one of them to get mad at me," He said,
glancing over my shoulder and removing his hand from under mine just as
Dad spoke as he walked up.
"If neither one of you needs to use the men's room, we had better be
Derek nodded his head negatively as I twisted around and said,
"We're okay, Dad, lets go."
Dad turned toward the bar calling out, "We'll be seeing you, Charlie,
thanks for everything," as we slid out of the booth.
"Hey, Chris, anytime. You and the boys come back soon," Charlie
boomed out across the room.
"Damn, Larry, there he goes calling us 'boys' again," Derek said
not thinking Dad could hear him.
"Older men, call younger men 'boys', Son," he said grinning.
"It's not meant to be derogatory about age although as men grow older,"
he mused almost to himself as we went outside. "I think all men are
inclined to think of those younger than themselves as boys even though
they aren't really youngsters. You aren't actually my 'son', but every
then I use the term because it feels like you are, and why not, you are
a part of the family now."
Leaning back a little, Derek and I looked at each other. He was
smiling, and his eyes were glistening. I winked back at him; as
we slid out of the booth, a
warm feeling of pride in both my Dad and Derek welling up in my chest.
The house was dark except for a
light in the kitchen window and the upstairs windows that was
Mom and Dad's bedroom.
"It looks like your Mother has gone on to bed. Like as not she is
reading her bible or the Reader's Digest," Dad said as we walked up the
moonlit driveway. "Remember now, not a word about what we talked
about until I've had first crack at her."
"Do you think she will go along with it, Dad?" I asked quietly as we
reached the midway point between the house and the garage.
Turning and looking at me, I saw an almost lascivious gleam in his eyes
as he whispered, "I think, I might be able to influence her a little,
Son," he said smiling and glancing at both of us before turning and
walking toward the house.
Derek and I stood watching him as he moved away, slightly perplexed
until a light lit in my head and I grinned. Taking Derek's arm in
mine and starting toward the stairway, I said in a seductive tone, "I'm
sure he does, Lover, I'm sure he does."
Laying his head against mine and squeezing my arm tightly as we walked,
he asked softly, "As much as you have with me?"
"We'll see who has what," I said, feeling the excitement building in my
loins as we entered the dark apartment, lit only by silver moonlight.
Kicking our shoes off and with clothing falling on the floor, we went
into the bedroom removing our jeans and kicking them aside. Turning to
face each other, hard cocks waved in the dim light, we melted into
each others arms, crushing our lips together. After what
seemed only a second, Derek pulled his head back; he was breathing as
heavily as I was, and I felt the slick pre-cum oozing, mixing between
as our cocks slid from side to side rolling and dueling. As I
hands downward over the smooth muscles of his back to his firm cheeks,
he whispered huskily, "Make love to
Throwing the blankets back, we slid across the bed. Derek slid
one arm underneath me; and I felt the power in his arm as he flexed,
pulling me on
top of him and clasping me tightly with both arms. Sliding my hands and
arms under his shoulders, I hovered over him gazing down into the
bottomless depths of two vividly blue wells that gleamed with lust and
love. The scarlet tip of his tongue glistened as he wet his lips,
saying, "Fuck me, Larry."
"Let me get the lubricant," I said, freeing one arm from under him and
reaching toward the night table.
"No lube," he growled softly, squeezing me tighter. "The pre-cum
we need; I want to feel you driving your beautiful cock up my ass."
I pulled my legs up as he let his legs splay wide so I could kneel
between them and fill my hand with slick emissions from both of
us. He lay watching me, his eyes gleaming and his golden chest
rising and falling rapidly as he breathed. When I started
to put my arms under his legs, he gripped my forearms, his abdominal
muscles rippling as he lifted his legs up on my shoulders. The
excitement of wanting him had me shaking so badly that I missed my
first attempt at placing my cock against his anal entrance. When
I leaned my head back and breathed in deeply trying to settle down, I
felt his hand pulling, guiding my cock; and I leaned forward letting my
weight push my throbbing cock against his anus. I hesitated for a
moment and then leaning further forward, I felt the head slipping in
when he dropped his legs, clamping them around my waist and pushing
downward, he growled, "Fuck me; drive it in."
With the added pressure of his legs and my weight, I felt my cock
sliding inexorably into the raging hot depths of his ass until I felt
my pubic hair pushing his balls up to the base of his quivering
cock. A wave of excruciating ecstasy flowed over me as Derek
writhed beneath me; and I thought he was in pain from such an intrusive
entry until he groaned softly, uttering, "Oh yessssssss,
that's what I want."
Sweat was pouring from both of us; and his hips rose to meet each
of my cock forcing it further into the depths of his bowels. The
between us and the intense passions of mutual love drove us to reach
the awesome cataclysmic eruption that would drain the life from our
loins. We both were breathing and moaning like bulls in
rut when I felt a raging fire of sperm driving upwards from my balls
erupting with such force that I cried out, " Oh God, Derek."
Waves of intense ecstasy flowed over me as my cock spewed thick streams
of sperm into the depths of his bowels with such force that I
collapsed on top of him as his cock shot stream after
stream of his sperm over his chest and stomach.
We held each other tightly while our pulsing cocks pumped life giving
sperm from tightening ball sacs. Derek was cooing in my ear as
our rigid muscles relaxed and my wilting cock slipped slowly from his
ass even though he was gripping it as tightly as he could with his
sphincter to prevent its leaving. He quivered when my cock
slipped out of his ass;
and, turning his head, he looked into my eyes murmuring softly, "I love
Pressing my lips to his, he knew how I felt without my saying it.
kissed tenderly while I stroked the side of his head, the afterglow of
contentment engulfing us.
We both lay together with his arms still tightly around my chest
holding me on top of his sperm slick body. I felt the relaxing
warnings of drowsiness slipping over me and his breathing becoming
deeper. "Derek, let's take a shower."
"Do we have to?" he mumbled, his eyes closed.
"No, we don't have to; but in the morning we are going to be itchy
and crusty when your sperm dries," I said, answering his mumbled
"That's okay, I just want to hold you," he mumbled again,
tightening his arms around me.
When he fell asleep, his arms relaxed; and I slid off to the side of
him. He mumbled incoherently; and, snuggling closer, put his arm
chest. Sighing deeply, I kissed his forehead and let the
drowsiness overtake me.