"Do you want milk or a soft drink, D," I
said, heading toward the fridge while he locked the door.
"Milk in a tall glass," he answered as he took the burgers and fries
from the bag.
Pulling two paper towels from the roll over the sink, I carried the
milk to the table. The aroma of the warm burgers wafted to my
nose, and I felt my stomach growling from anticipation. As I set
the milk on the table
and smoothed the paper towels out, he placed the food on them; and,
crossing his arms, he pulled his shirt off over his head before sitting
"Boy, that feels good," he said, smiling, his eyes shining as he
inhaled deeply. His tawny muscles
rippled luxuriantly as he stretched and wiped his chest with his shirt,
and the dark
of his thickly muscled breasts stiffened as he rubbed them with the
"Why don't you take your shirt off before you sit down, Larry; you'll
Slightly mesmerized by the gleaming beauty of his magnificently
muscled chest, I crossed my arms and slowly pulled my shirt off. Derek
stood across the table with his hand on the back of the chair as he
watched me, his eyes glistening.
"It feels better, doesn't it?" he said, pulling his chair back from the
table, tossing his shirt in the direction of the couch as he swung one
leg over the chair back and sat down.
"It surely does," I said, agreeing with him and inhaling deeply as I
wiped my chest, feeling the muscles relaxing.
"You know something, Larry," he said as I pulled my chair back and sat
down. "Neither one of has had a good workout in over a week."
"We haven't had much time to think about that," I mumbled, munching on
my burger. "I would like to...," I said after gulping down some
milk. "Maybe we could go to the 'Y' tomorrow for an hour of so?
We could do some aerobics and then spot each other on the free weights?"
"And maybe we should start laying off of hamburgers and french
they don't help with the waist line," he said, chuckling as he inserted
two or three french fries into his mouth.
"After we finish these, D," I said grinning at him. "I agree that they
don't help; but I was so hungry I would have eaten almost anything."
"Almost anything,,,?" he replied, his eyes lighting up as he looked at
me over the rim of his glass, draining the last of his milk.
"You know what I mean," I answered, grinning and enjoying his play with
words when there was an unexpected knock at the door.
We both glanced at the door and then at each other. "That has to
be either Mom or Dad," I said, sliding my chair away from the table. "
They are the only ones it could be."
"Why would one of them want something this late?" Derek asked, turning
sideways in his chair as I went to the door.
Unlocking the dead bolt, I asked, "Who is it?" before opening the
A very familiar voice answered, "It's your mother, Lawrence."
"Mom..., what are you doing up at this time of night?" I asked as I
opened the door. "We thought you and Dad were in bed."
"Your father is, but I was waiting up for you and Derek to return,"
she said walking into the room, clutching her robe at her throat with
one hand and holding it shut with the other
Derek jumped up, scrambling to the couch where he had thrown his shirt
and stammering, "Aunt Edith."
"Oh for heaven's sakes, Derek, sit down," she said, smiling at his
discomfort and glancing at me. "I've raised two boys and I have
seen all of you if you remember rightly."
"Yes, Ma'am," he answered meekly, sitting down, his face flushing red
I knew he was thinking of the first night that I had brought him home,
and I tried, without success, to suppress a smile at the way he flushed
red and quickly obeyed Mother's instructions.
"Now then," she continued as she sat down, glancing with distaste at
the residue of
our make shift supper. "Mr. Masters called while you were out,
and he said he needed to talk with you as soon as possible. He
wouldn't tell me what it was about, but I could tell from the tone of
his voice that it must be important. All I could tell him was
that I'd have you call him as soon as you returned home. Of
course, I had no idea you boys would be getting home so late; and, not
knowing what you had planned for tomorrow, I waited up. Your father
didn't think it was important enough for me to wait up, Lawrence; but I
wasn't at all
sure," she said, glancing up at me standing beside Derek.
"I wonder what that is all about, Larry?" Derek asked studiously.
"I haven't a clue, D," I answered, unconsciously placing my hand on
his shoulder as I continued. "We did what he said we should do,
but he did say he was going to call you when the checks were printed."
"It couldn't be that, Larry; it takes several days for checks to be
and printed," he said, glancing up at me, his composure completely
"Well...," Mother said as she stood, moving toward the still open door;
"You will just have to call him tomorrow and find out."
"It looks like we won't be able to work out or find an architect to
help with the remodeling if we
have to see him again, Larry," Derek said, standing as she did.
"Oh...! I almost forgot," Mother said, fumbling in the pocket of her
robe as she turned around, bumping into me.
I stepped back as she pulled a card out. "Your father had lunch
with your employer, Mr. Carlson, this afternoon without telling me; I
might add, and he had left over sandwiches and soup for dinner," she
said indignantly, looking at us before continuing. "Anyway, he
asked Mr. Carlson if he knew of an architect or someone who might be
able to help you. Apparently Mr. Carlson did as he wrote a name
and telephone number on the back of his card, and your father left it
for me to
give to you in case he missed you."
"Thanks, Mom," I said, taking the card from her fingers.
She hesitated for a moment, caressing my cheek, her soft gray eyes
searching my face. "My sandwiches and soup would have been better than
hamburgers and french fries," she said softly.
"I know, Mom," I said softly, lightly kissing her forehead, the feeling
much I loved her spreading over me as she turned to leave.
Derek came up behind me, and we stood at the door watching as she
the yard. Reaching the side door, she opened the screen door and,
turning, waved before going inside. We waited a moment longer
until the yard went dark when she turned the outside light off.
I had started to close the door after inhaling the cool night air into
lungs when I felt his smooth chest touching my back as he slipped his
arms around my waist, whispering, "She really could have waited until
"I know," I replied, turning in his arms and putting mine around his
neck as I kicked the door shut. "That's Mom; she's a worrier."
Derek's arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, his eyes
glowing. "That's because she loves you almost as much as I do,"
he whispered, affectionately rubbing the side of my head with his, the
resonant beating of our hearts merging as we lingered in each other's
arms, absorbing the exhilarating feelings of the strong love that was
steadily building between us.
Moving my head away and leaning back in his arms, I looked into the
soft blue depths of his eyes and said softly and simply, "I love you
more than my life."
"I know that," he said smiling, the azure blue of his eyes glistening,
changing to a deep indigo as he relaxed his hold on me.
"I've known it ever since you came to the house and carried me
"My, God, that seems so long ago. I'll never forget that night," I
said, gently touching his face where he had been injured, his eyes
telling me he was thinking about what his father had said and had done
"I won't either," he said, his voice saddening as he dropped
his arms from around me and turned away.
An almost melancholic silence dropped over the room as he leaned
heavily on the back of a chair, his broad back heaving. I felt
the hurt of his sudden sadness twist like a dagger in my heart; and
tears started welling up in my eyes as I moved toward him, putting my
arms around him. Holding him tightly, his chest heaving, I felt
tears flowing from my eyes and dropping on his broad shoulders.
I clung to him
as we cried quietly for several minutes before our breathing slackened.
When I felt his heavy, raspy breathing subsiding, I let my arms
fall away; and I stood upright wiping my face with my hands.
Derek stood for a few seconds longer holding onto the chair back
breathing deeply a few more times before releasing his hold on the
chair and standing upright. Turning toward me as he brushed the
tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, he said almost
vehemently, the thick muscles in his arms tightening as he clinched and
unclinched his fists, "He can't hurt me anymore, Larry; not now he
can't; and I won't let him ruin our lives."
The anger and venom in the tone of his voice startled me, and I stepped
back. His chest was heaving from the anger he was feeling, and it
surprised me that he felt so angry toward his father.
"It's understandable that he would be angry," I thought to myself; but
I knew he had to get those pent up feelings out of his system, or they
would devour him, perhaps both of us, and that frightened me. I waited
until he calmed down before saying anything else.
"Derek," I said softly, moving toward him and placing my hands on his
chest. "I know you are angry and hurting, and it will be a
long time before you get over it. But he is still your father
regardless of what he did," I whispered, rubbing his warm smooth chest
soothingly and looking into the softening blue of his eyes as he
listened. "You have every right to be angry; and, if my father
treated me the way yours did you, I would feel the same way;
but, as long as you let it eat at you, you'll never get over it."
"I know, Larry; but it's hard," he said quietly, his lips quivering as
deeply, sighing as he placed his arms on my shoulders. "The thing
that hurts the most is that he wouldn't talk with me or
listen. He just kept hitting me, cursing and calling you nasty
names; that really hurt."
"I know how you feel, Baby; but you should have said something to me,
and we could have talked about it," I whispered, rubbing my hands over
his thick biceps and shoulders.
"Oh, I guess I should have; but, with everything that has happened, I
wasn't thinking about him as much as I was about you and the way your
have treated me," he replied, inhaling deeply and sighing. "It
all sort of crashed in on me
when I saw the way your mother looked at you. Neither he nor my mother
looked at me that way or kissed me. I know I've got you now; but
I got to
feeling lonely from never hearing my parents say they loved me; those
feelings aren't easy to get rid of."
"You will never be alone again, Lover; and, you will always have
me. But, we do have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,
and it's late," I said, hugging him tightly to me, gazing into his eyes.
"Yeah," he said softly, "My logical Larry knows what to say and when to
"I always will if it makes you feel better," I said, sighing softly.
Derek held my head between his hands, and when his lips touched mine, I
felt the tension draining away as he kissed me lightly.
We held each other a few minutes letting
the feelings inside of us mesh. Grinning, his eyes twinkling
impishly, he said, "Do you think crying and getting angry is the reason
we haven't gotten excited? I don't think we have held each other this
long or this much without getting hardons and making love,"
"If you will go ahead and shower while I clean this mess up, we
can solve that problem," I answered, feeling the stirring between us
"Promise," he said seductively, moving back and gripping my hardening
"You break it, you Devil; and you'll have to fix it," I growled, trying
to get my hand on his hardening bulge.
"That won't be difficult," he said laughing and dodging away.
I heard the water running in the shower
while I was cleaning up the mess, and I was mulling over Derek's
unexpected outburst. He hadn't spoken about it before tonight;
only once, while we were in Masters' office discussing his grandmothers
trust and what his father had been doing, did he show any anger.
could hope for was that, with time and his knowing how much I loved
him, his feelings toward his father would
change; but, deep inside of me, I had my doubts.
"Oh well," I mused as I cleaned the small kitchen counter. "All I can
do is show him how much I love him and hope we work through it."
His shouting, "Hey, aren't you
finished yet, it's getting lonely in here," cut through my musings, and
I hollered back. "Just about, D, I hope you didn't use all of the
I stopped in the doorway, startled by the vision of him
lying on the bed with the sheet pulled up to his waist. Memories of the
pictures I had seen of Michelangelo's "David" flashed in my head, and
felt as if my heart stopped for a brief moment as the beauty of him
lying in the bed and smiling at me struck me. In the soft glow
of the bedside lamps, his body gleamed like burnished bronze; and his
sun lightened hair glistened like a golden halo. His
magnificently chiseled chest rose and fell gently as he breathed,
enhancing the beauty of the perfect symmetry of his muscles.
"Derek" I breathed softly, my cock hardening as I moved toward the bed
unbuckling my belt. "You don't really expect me to take a shower
you lying so temptingly in bed looking like an Adonis who wants to be
"That's up to you, Lover," he said
softly, his cobalt blue eyes gleamed seductively as he smiled coyly,
brushing his hand over the elongated bulge hidden under the sheet.
"Keep it up," I growled as I moved closer, opening the fly of my
trousers and letting my hard cock spring
free, pre-cum dripping from it's blood engorged crown.
His eyes blazed with firey passion, and I heard him sucking air into
his lungs through his clinched teeth as he gazed at my throbbing
cock. Kicking my fallen trousers from around my ankles, I smiled
evilly, waving my dripping cock from side to side, teasing him.
"Oh no," he groaned, throwing the sheet back. I stood over him
for a moment longer, teasing him, as I gazed down at his sublime almost
surreal magnificence, his thick cock dripping with the prelude to the
nectar I knew was churning in his heavy balls demanding to spill
Time stood still briefly as a euphoric sensual feeling of desire and
love filled the sphere of our existence, ours alone where no one would
ever intrude. I felt my body quiver with excitement as I fell
into his outstretched arms, moaning softly, "I love you, D."
Clasping his arms around my chest with his legs entwined with mine, he
held me tightly to him, his lips pressing against mine with an almost
animal intensity, our tongues feverishly probing, twisting and sucking
as we ground our bodies together, the earlier anger and frustration
draining away with the passionate feelings of love and lust filling
both of us.
"Larry," he gasped as our lips parted and he looked into my eyes. "Make
love to me, take me please. I need you so much," he whimpered
softly as he spread his legs, his vice like grip around my chest
Kneeling between his splayed legs, I positioned my drooling cock before
reaching for the lubricant on the night stand. Hesitating for a
second, I looked at his radiant smile and the beautiful dark blue
of his eyes softening. His chest rose and fell as he breathed
with excitement and anticipation, waiting for me. Leaning forward
slightly, I was stretching my arm out reaching for the lubricant
when he suddenly put his hand over my forearm whispering huskily,
"Don't use it, I want to feel you."
"Are you sure?" I asked, my arm still outstretched.
"Yes," he answered, lifting his legs and placing them on my
Derek wriggled his ass tighter against my groin, and I put my hands on
the thick muscles of his upper thighs. I rose up on my knees,
pulling him tighter as I leaned
forward. My cock slid downward over his balls as I slowly leaned
into his legs until they rested on his heaving chest, and I placed my
hands on the pillow on either side of his head for support.
Feeling my cock
resting against the soft perineum flesh under his balls, I
straightened one leg at a time until the head of my cock was touching
his quivering asshole.
between us, he guided my cock; and I felt the tight muscles of
his asshole spreading as I pressed the head of my cock against it,
forcing entry. I felt the foreskin sheath covering the crown
of my cock sliding back, and suddenly
my cock slipped inside, and Derek gasped, his hands clutching the
His sphincter muscle tightened down behind the head of my cock and the
delicious pain of my foreskin being stretched shot through me.
"Jesus Christ, D, relax; you're tight as hell." I groaned,
clinching my teeth and waiting for him to relax before going any
"Don't stop Larry, Jesus Christ, don't stop," he gasped, squeezing my
arms and sounding as if
he were in agony,
His chest was glistening with sweat; and he was breathing heavily, his
muscles tight from the initial anxiety of waiting to feel my cock
entering his ass. I felt the sweat starting to flow into the
crack of my ass; and, glancing down, I saw his flaccid cock lying on
his flat stomach. Breathing in deeply a couple of times to
relax myself, I felt his sphincter relaxing; and I pushed.
Derek moaned and, lifting his ass as I pushed, impaled himself on my
cock. I felt the heat of his rectum as I penetrated, plunging to
the depths of his bowels until the thick hair on my pelvis pushed
against his balls. He thrashed violently for a moment, his
tightening; and he moaned loudly, "Oh, shit."
I was breathing heavily, almost gasping from the intense feelings that
rushed through the turgid length of my cock buried deep inside of
Derek's firey hot ass. Sweat was pouring off of me, and I shook
my head gently trying to shake the sweat from my eyes while I waited
for him to relax and adjust to the feeling of my cock filling his ass.
When he started to relax, I pulled my cock out to the head, plunging
not too gently back in; and he growled, "Yeah, that's it, Larry, fuck
Dropping his legs from my shoulders, he clamped them around my waist;
and I began forcefully driving my hips, plunging my cock into him. He
lifted his hips, his eyes blazing with lust, his fingers biting into my
arms as he met each downward thrust. The sweat
of lust mixed with desire poured from each of us; and, each
time my cock touched his prostrate, he would stiffen and moan,
clutching the bed sheets and thrashing his head from side to
It seemed like hours passed during which we fucked like
horny rabbits. Wave after wave of electrifying excitement intensified,
flowing over and between us with the animal need to copulate and race
to the pinnacle of fulfillment.
Derek lifted his hips to meet the plunging force of my cock, and I
could feel the ecstatic urgency to ejaculate and fill his bowels with
my sperm. Looking down as I drove my hips
faster, I saw the pre-cum flowing from his cock each time my pelvis
pounded against his ass; and, in the carnal haze of lust that enveloped
heard him growl, "Harder, Larry, harder."
The heat of a thousand fires burned in my balls as I drove my cock
unmercifully into him with the force of a pile-driver. I
felt my cock hardening in the hot crucible of his bowels; and I lunged
forward, lifting his ass, and plunged my swelling cock deep into his
bowels as the magma of hot sperm rushed upward from my tightening
balls. "Oh, Sweet Jesus," I gasped, the tightening of my muscles
arching my back and holding my erupting cock deep
in his ass; and I heard him screaming, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck", as his
cock spasmed spewing streams of hot cum over his heaving chest.
Wave after wave of deliciously pleasant yet excruciating pain flowed
over us for what seemed an eternity before we started to relax.
I hovered over his sperm covered body with
his legs locked tightly around my waist. I felt my cock wilting, slowly
slipping from his ass. He lay quietly with his eyes closed, a faint
smile of contentment on his face, until he felt my cock pop out of his
ass. His eyes opened wide, and he said "Oh shit."
"You didn't expect it to stay inside forever, did you?" I asked
at the rudeness of my cock slipping out of his ass.
"I don't see why not," he answered, tightening his legs around my waist
and grinning. "I like the feeling."
"Now you sound like a slut," I said mockingly.
"I am not a slut," he exclaimed, abruptly releasing the pressure of his
legs and letting me collapse on top of his cum covered chest.
"Damn, D. You could have at least warned me," I said, starting to slip
off of his sweaty cum slick chest.
Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly to him pinning my arms
to my side. "No one is ever going to take you from me,
Larry. I'll be your slut forever." he said, his eyes
shining softly as he put his lips to mine. We kissed softly and
lovingly, our tongues dancing lightly as the soft after glow of
contentment drifted over us.
We lay quietly for several minutes enjoying the feeling of being
together until I heard his breathing softening; and I lifted my head
said, "We had better get showered unless you want to sleep like this?"
"I could after all that has happened today," he answered as he released
his hold. "But, you're right; I am tired, and it wouldn't feel very
comfortable waking up with a crust on both of us."
"We could take a shower together if you want," I suggested as I rolled
off of him and sat up on the side of the bed.
"It'll be a little tight," he said as he lifted his legs over me and
"It won't be as tight as your ass," I laughed, jumping up and running
to the bathroom.
"Larry Marks," he laughed, jumping up and following me.
The shower was tight; but, between washing and playing with each
other's cocks, it didn't take much longer than if we hadn't
"Your right," he said as he snuggled into my arms and placed his head
on my chest. "We both smell better."