By Lee Mariner
This ADULT fantasy depicts
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Derek turned, looked out the rear-window while I waited for the
traffic to thin and said, referring to Morgan, "He looks like a little
boy standing there, doesn't he?"
Glancing quickly at the rear-view mirror, I replied, "Yeah, but we know
better now, don't we?"
"I should say we do," he answered, grunting from the forward velocity
throwing him against the seat back as I jumped into an opening in
Derek settled in the seat as I accelerated to match the speed of the
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him attempting to keep his
hair from swirling around from the sudden flow of air; and I said,
"Roll the window up."
"That's okay," he replied. "I like the feel of the wind on my
face and blowing in my hair." He said glancing at me quickly before
continuing. "Did you ask your Dad if he had remembered to call
about dinner tonight?"
"Jesus, D, I forgot about it entirely." I answered. "In all the
commotion while we were talking about Morgan and his family, it slipped
my mind." I said. "I'm sure he did though; he is pretty good
about those things."
"He probably did," he said, locking the door before he turned, pulling
one leg up on the seat, relaxing against the locked door and facing me
as he said, "Have you given any thought to where they might like to
"Noooo, not really." I answered.
"We've gone to the Plantation Restaurant on
Hickory Drive, and they seemed to like it." I said, keeping my eyes on
the road and traffic as I spoke. "It's a neat place, and I think
you'll like it. Their tables are round with a
lazy Susan in the center. They feature family style cooking
served in bowls instead of individual portions. I liked the way they
brought a salad cart to the table and made fresh salads to order at the
was kind of neat."
"I take it you don't think we should go to the Rain
he chuckled under his breath, leaning toward me and poking me
gently in the ribs.
"You devil," I exclaimed, laughing softly, and glancing over at him as
I turned onto our street. "I haven't even thought about that or
Curtis if that is
what you are implying."
"No, I'm just teasing you," he replied jovially, his eyes twinkling in
"Wait until we get home, and we'll see who teases whom," I said,
checking the rearview mirror as I slowed to turn into our driveway.
"That might have to wait for now, Larry." he said, his voice suddenly
changing to an icy monotone.
The flat icy tone of his voice shot through me; and, snapping my head
around to look at him, I saw that a scowl had replaced his smile and
eyes were the smoldering cobalt blue which, I had come to know,
expressed a deep inner
anger. I was about to ask what had changed his attitude when he
anticipated my question and nodded toward a white two-door Mercedes
the parking area between the house and garage.
"Who's, car is that, D?" I asked, an uneasy feeling of anxiety suddenly
churning in the pit of my stomach.
Derek hesitated, staring straight ahead for several seconds before
breathing in deeply between clinched teeth, and answered flatly, "My
"Your mother's?" I asked softly as I maneuvered my truck
around the Mercedes and parked in front of the garage doors.
"Yep," he said, smiling softly and turning to look at me. "After
the last bout at the bank, I was expecting something to happen but not
a visit by her."
"I was thinking we might hear something from Mr. Winters, but," I said,
hesitating for a moment while recalling the invectives his father had
heaped upon him at the time, before continuing. "Why would she be
here or do you think that maybe your father sent her?"
For a brief moment, Derek looked at me questioningly as he considered
what I had said; and then, breathing in deeply, he sighed.
"Maybe, but I
doubt it. Mother was pretty much a dunderhead when it came to business;
she was the social organizer; but we won't find out sitting here." he
said, unlocking and opening his door.
The late afternoon sun cast our shadows before us leading us to
the side door as we strode side by side toward the house with the
under our feet. If Derek was hesitant about seeing his mother, he
didn't show it.
If he held any anger toward her, it was not readily
had a greater reason
to be angry with his father, but it was becoming a cold controlled
anger, and I
was learning that he held his feelings deep within himself.
The screen door squeaked as I opened it, and our mothers turned their
heads toward the warning sound. Derek preceded me as I held the
door for him, and I heard the unfamiliar voice of his mother saying,
"Derek darling, I've been waiting for you."
"Hello, Mother," he replied softly, not dispassionately, but
correctly. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek; and, as he
straightened up, he looked at Mother, and said, "Hello, Aunt Edith."
I heard Mother reply softly, "Derek. . .," as I followed him into the
glancing over his shoulder, she smiled and nodded at me as she
continued. "It was a pleasant surprise when I answered the door
and your mother introduced herself."
"I'm sure it was," Derek said with a hint of irony in his voice
as he pulled a chair away from
the table, winked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and continued
speaking smoothly as he sat down. "If we had known
were coming, Mother, Larry and I would have made it a point to be
here," he said politely as he pulled his chair closer to the table.
Derek's mother glanced quickly at the both of us hesitating before
replying to his comments. I was surprised that he had included me
in the repartee with his mother, but a feeling of pride welled up
of me when I heard him say it.
"Oh, I am sorry, Darling." she said, glancing in my direction. "Perhaps
I should have; but it was a spur of the
moment decision while your father and I were talking last evening." she
replied with an off-handed wave of her hand as she glanced around the
table before she continued. "Your
father thought it might be a good idea if I were to call on Mr. and
Mrs. Marks to see how you were doing, and," she said hesitating for a
moment, " Mrs. Marks and I have been having a wonderful visit, haven't
"Why, yes, yes we have, Helen." Mother answered. "I have enjoyed
meeting you, and it has been very pleasant and informative." she said
in a demure tone, smiling softly, and glancing at Derek and me as she
The conversation lapsed for a moment, everyone hesitating before
speaking again until I broke the silence by sliding my chair
back, and saying, "I'm dry. Would anyone care for something cold
while I'm up?"
"I would, Larry," Derek replied quickly, glancing at his mother
inquisitively as he spoke.
Derek's mother nodded negatively; and, as I started to stand, my mother
placed her hand on my forearm and said, "Derek's mother and I were
having tea, Lawrence; but there is a pitcher of fresh lemonade in the
refrigerator that I think you boys might prefer."
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied as I stood and went to the refrigerator.
While I was pouring the refreshment into the glasses that I had gotten
from the cupboard, I could hear Derek and his Mother talking.
Glancing to my left as I was filling the glasses, I saw my Mother
sitting with her hands folded on the table, listening and watching
I wasn't really paying any attention
to what was being said at the table until I heard Derek loudly exclaim,
"They will be here
Quickly setting the pitcher down, I looked up and saw Mrs.
Kingsley lean back in her chair a little wide-eyed with her hand at her
throat as she answered, "Probably next Tuesday or Wednesday,
Derek; but really, Darling, there isn't any reason to be so upset about
your grandparents visiting for your graduation."
The casual atmosphere had changed suddenly to a near confrontation
between Derek and his mother. I saw that his breathing had
the blue of his eyes deepened as his anger rose. I was standing
at the kitchen counter with my hand holding the pitcher handle
almost stupefied at hearing Derek's outburst
and his mother's reply
when I heard my mother quietly say, "Lawrence, the lemonade please."
"Wha..what, oh, yes, lemonade," I replied feeling a little foolish.
A deafening silence enveloped the room as I served the lemonade.
wanted to look at Derek to try to determine whether he was really as
as he had sounded when he spoke almost too softly.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Derek started as I sat back down. "I didn't
mean to raise my voice, but you surprised me when you said Grandmother
& Grandfather Kingsley would be arriving for a visit when just two
months ago Grandmother was not feeling well enough for the trip.
and Grandfather are suddenly coming down. It angers me, Mother, that
they are suddenly coming down
after they had declined the invitation they were sent."
"My goodness, Derek, I don't see why you should be angry." Mrs.
Kingsley said with an almost detached condescending air. "Your
Kingsley has not been feeling very well, and she really wasn't well
when the invitation was sent. It was only natural that they would
decline at that time. However, she is apparently
feeling better; and after talking with your father, they are driving
down. Your father went to great lengths in cajoling them to attend your
graduation, Derek, and I think that you should be happy that they are."
Little bells started tinkling in my head when I heard Mrs. Kingsley
say that Derek's father had convinced his parents to attend Derek's
graduation, and I looked across the table at him. His initial
anger had been replaced with a calmer demeanor and his eyes, gazing at
his mother, had softened to an azure blue. I wasn't sure at that
moment what the next step was in what seemed to have become a game of
and mouse, but I could see the wheels in Derek's mind turning as he
looked at his mother smiling faintly and sliding his fingers over the
cold slick exterior of his glass. I was groping for something to
say to break the silence when, surprisingly, my mother spoke.
"Helen, excuse the intrusion, but I think that Lawrence and I should
excuse ourselves while you and Derek are talking family." she said,
looking at me for compliance to her suggestion as she started to slide
her chair back from the
I hesitated briefly wanting to remain in support of Derek; but,
recognizing the wisdom of her suggestion, I started to join her when
suddenly, seemingly, countermanded her decision.
"That won't be necessary, Aunt Edith." He said firmly.
nothing to be said between Mother and me that should preclude you and
very definitely Larry; we have no secrets." he said, breathing in
deeply and smiling at both of us.
Just as I started to speak, I felt Mother's hand touch mine, and she
said quietly, "I really think we should, Derek. I'm sure there
are things your mother might like to say that she would feel more
comfortable in saying if you and she were alone."
"I hate to disagree with you, Aunt Edith, but I really don't
think there is
anything else to be said except for perhaps one thing." he replied
hesitating for a moment, his eyes glued to his mother's face.
"The one thing that they really want, especially with my grandparents
coming, is me at home. Isn't
that right, Mother? It would not be nice if they found out their
grandson is gay and living with another young man, would it?" He said
forcefully, almost vehemently.
A pin hitting the floor would probably have sounded like a log in the
utter silence that filled the room. Mrs. Kingsley sat wide-eyed
clutching at her throat, her mouth half agape, unable to speak. My
mother sat stoically upright, but I saw a glint of approval in her eyes
as she listened to Derek confronting his mother. I was
but not surprised after what I had seen and heard him saying
recently. The gorgeously handsome schoolboy who had captured my
heart had become, in a short space of time, a magnificent young
man; and the urge to express the love I felt welled up inside of
me. I was saved from possibly embarrassing myself when his mother
finally recovered her composure and spoke.
"Really, Derek darling, Mrs. Marks is right; these are things we
should discuss in private among the family not with people we barely
I was about to respond when Mother, much to my surprise, said softly
but very firmly, "Helen, you and your husband may consider Mr. Marks,
Lawrence and me as being people you barely know; but from what we have
heard and seen, I believe that we know you
and your husband quite well. We have come to know and love,
Derek, and he is a part of our
family for as long as he wishes."
Unable to constrain myself any longer, I blurted out, "You won't get an
argument from me." I saw the grin on Derek's face and the soft
glow in his eyes as he gazed across the table at me.
Neither of our mother's said anything; and, for a moment, I thought
that my impulsive outburst was more than I should have said until I
saw Derek take his mother's hand in his and speak to her softly.
"Mother, there are several things that you and Dad are not
understanding either because you cannot or do not want to try to
understand. I've grown up considerably since Dad threw me
out. I know you tried to stop him, and I love you for what you
tried to do, but no
one will ever beat me again the way he did that night. A lot had
happened before that night and some more has happened since that
not understand, Mom. I love you and Dad, but I love Larry, and I
know he loves
me. We intend to be together for the rest of our lives, and that
is something that both of you will have to understand even if you
or will not accept it."
I felt nervous and uncomfortable listening to what Derek was telling
his mother until I felt Mother place her hand over mine and
squeeze gently. Part of me wanted to leave while the other
part wanted to remain if for no other reason than to show him how much
I loved and supported him. I guess that I should not have been
surprised by Mrs. Kingsley's comments, but I was, and I didn't
it until I later reflected on what I had heard and seen during the time
after meeting Derek.
"Well then," she said as she straightened up, looking haughtily at
Mother and me with a glare of disdain. "I guess there is no
left to ask if you will be coming home at least while your grandparents
are here to avoid embarrassing your father and me."
Derek lowered his eyes and head briefly before breathing in deeply, and
responding. "No, Mother, no reason at all. I was hoping you might
understand my feelings, or at least try to; but you don't know me as
well as you
should. Do you really think I would hide being homosexual just to
avoid embarrassing you? I'm not ashamed of being who I am, and
for you to ask me to deny being gay in order to not embarrass my
grandparents or possibly damage your social position shows how little
you or Dad ever knew me."
"That certainly is apparent." She exclaimed angrily, suddenly
standing with the force to knock her chair over. "I don't
understand your wanting to live and sleep with another man. I
certainly do not understand why you would want to disgrace your family
this way unless what your father said is true, that you plan on ruining
and me," she said, spinning around and marching toward the kitchen
door and out of the house.
jumped up from the table and ran after her calling out, "Mother," in an
anguished, almost pleading tone. I felt helpless and didn't
know what I should do, surprised by the sudden
flurry of angry words and movement. When I started to get up, I
heard Mother say, "Not just yet, Lawrence. Give them a few
minutes and then go to him."
"Waiting is not going to help, Mother," I exclaimed, letting my muscles
go slack as I collapsed back in my chair.
"In this case, i must, Lawrence." she said affectionately. "I
the feeling of losing a son; I felt it when I lost your brother
Paul. It is anger that she is trying to use to cover and suppress
the feeling that she has lost Derek. If you remember, I went into
withdrawal before I realized that Paul was never lost to me. She
will need time to mull over what has happened
before she can accept what Derek was trying to tell her."
"Do you think she ever will, Mom?" I asked, gazing at the empty doorway
they had just flown through.
"Eventually, Son, eventually" she answered softly. "Derek loves
her, and he has a charisma and sincerity that will pull her back to
him. From what I have seen here, she is a woman used to having
her own way, and that makes it difficult for her; but she did not shut
him out completely, and that is where you will be of the most
use during the healing process. He will need you and, to some
extent, your father and me to
support him in order for him not to start thinking he has lost his
parents. Time will heal any wounds, Lawrence."
"I guess, you're right, " I said. "You usually are."
The sound of the Mercedes engine roaring to life cut though the
silence, and I waited to see if Derek would come back inside.
After a few agonizing minutes, I looked at mother before bolting to the
door. Derek was leaning against the truck bed side holding his
head with his hands. He looked up as he heard me racing across
the graveled parking surface. He had a lost look in his eyes, but
he hadn't been crying which is what I had expected from having learned
how compassionate he could be.
"D, are you all right?" I asked worriedly as I reached him and put my
arms around his broad back, pulling him tightly against me.
"I've seen better days, but being with you means there will be much
ones ahead," he said
glibly, letting his hands fall from his face and turning to look into
"Jesus, you had me worried for a bit there, but I feel better now." I
said almost gleefully, hugging him to me when I saw the glint in his
"Then, why don't we gather Morgan's packages, take them inside and see
if we can improve on the day." He said softly, impishly.
Gathering the packages, we headed for the stairway; and when we reached
the first step, I glanced at the kitchen doorway and saw Mom standing
there waving. When she saw me looking, she called out, "Your
called saying we are going out to dinner tonight, what time?"
"Is seven o'clock okay?" I called back as we ascended the
steps. "Seven o'clock is fine." Derek said, roguishly, under his
looking at Mother.
"We will be ready when you boys are." Mother answered as we reached the
Derek was attempting to open the door with his arms full; and when I
shopping bag from his hand, he flexed his fingers several times and
"You're welcome." I replied following him as he opened the door and
went into the apartment.
"Damn, it's stuffy in here," he exclaimed as we went to the sofa and
deposited the packages. "I'll open a couple of windows if you will
close the door." he continued as he moved around the room opening
"Maybe we can have an exhaust fan or two installed when we talk with
Mrs. Rowe in the morning." I said off-handedly as I closed the door and
"Maybe..., we can." he said seductively as he turned toward me pulling
his shirt off..
"Oh, Jesus," I groaned inwardly as he tossed the shirt in the direction
of the sofa, and stood with his legs slightly spread, his fingers
poised to unbutton his jeans. The unblemished golden skin of his
magnificent chest glistened from a light covering of sweat; and
his eyes, their irises shining a
mesmerizing sapphire blue, locked with mine holding me spellbound
fires of passion were building in my loins. Waves of passion and
desire swept over me; and I felt raw animal magnetism pulling me as he
glided toward me, the fingers of one hand toying with the waist-band
button of his jeans while his other teasingly massaged the hard muscles
of his chest and abdomen. Stopping within arms length, he
broke eye contact, and his eyes roamed over my still clad body.
Fighting the desire to reach out and engulf him with my arms, I
croaked, "You enjoy teasing me, don't you?"
"Of course," he answered, grinning almost evilly as he moved closer
and removed my shirt with an agonizing slowness that sent electric
bolts shooting into my groin.. Shivering with anticipation, I
waist-band button and slowly pushed the zipper down, my breathing
becoming more labored as the flaps of his jeans fell to the side
revealing the whiteness of his briefs wherein his burgeoning cock was
stretching the fabric to the bursting point. Pushing my hand
Derek pushed his jeans down over his narrow hips; and they fell to the
floor around his ankles. I started to run my fingers
the thick golden hair at the top of his briefs and was plucking at the
elastic band when he again brushed my
hand away and whispered huskily, "Not yet."
I looked at him questioningly for a brief moment; and then, suddenly
squeezing the cloth covered bulge of my cock, he knelt and untied
sneakers removing them and his socks. Kicking his jeans off, he
stood up wearing only his briefs revealing the impressive length of his
thick expertly circumcised cock. My heart was racing from the
excitement his teasing actions were creating, Squatting quickly,
I started to untie my sneakers with fumbling fingers when Derek ran his
hands under my shoulders and lifting me growled, "Unh unh, I'll
Derek's forcefulness surprised me at first, and unconsciously I had
to resist when I suddenly realized that I loved him so much that I was
enjoying him being the aggressor. Thus, I relented, succumbing to
whatever he wanted. Leading me into the bedroom he gently spun me
around, and I fell still half-dressed onto the bed Inhaling
deeply, I let my emotions spread
through my body, and watched as he moved to the end of the bed where he
stood looking into my eyes for a moment before removing my
sneakers and socks and dropping them on the floor. I closed my
eyes as he
placed one leg on the bed. He leaned over me and, quickly
jeans, said, "Lift your hips." Almost simultaneously as I
lifted my hips, he effortlessly pulled my jeans and briefs down over my
one easy motion. I felt my aching cock spring free of
the elastic waist-band of my briefs and slap between the hard ridges of
my tense stomach muscles. I closed my eyes feeling the
mattress being depressed
and then his drooling cock and low hanging balls pressing against mine
straddled my thighs.
Opening my eyes, I looked up into the intense blue glow of his eyes
down at me. Leaning forward slightly, he started to gently knead
and massage the hard tense muscles of my
chest. Slowly moving my hands upward over his arms, I wrapped my
fingers around his thick biceps; and when I slid my fingers into the
damp silky hairs of his armpits, he tensed for moment; and I felt his
body shiver from the effect of my fingers tickling the depths of his
armpits . For several
contented ourselves with gazing at each other and enjoying the
emotionally intoxicating thrills generated by the erotic motion of
hands and fingers searching and touching the sensitive spots that sent
pleasantly electrifying shocks into the depths of our
I was drifting in a soft warm almost hypnotic trance when Derek
lowered his body to mine and, brushing his lips over mine,
whispered, "If I didn't love you so much, I would enjoy ravishing your
"You can do that any time you wish," I replied softly as I slid my arms
around his chest.
"I know," he said, blowing softly into my ear, slowly rotating his
hips and rolling our semi-flaccid cocks together in the softness of our
thick pubic hair.
My hips automatically responded to the eroticism being generated by the
movement of his hips, and I felt his cock growing and hardening along
Pushing my pelvis up against his and squeezing him tightly, I
said, "If you know, why don't you?"
I felt his muscles tense; and I thought he was going to respond to my
offer when, growling deep in his throat, he suddenly and very
rolled over pulling me on top of him and said, "Because, Lover, I want
to feel that big cock of yours fucking me."
I was surprised by the sudden change in his attitude; and when I
started to protest, he stopped me by raising his lips to mine. I
felt his hand slipping between our stomachs as we kissed, and I lifted
my hips to give his hand freer access. Pushing my throbbing cock
between his legs, he thrust
his hips upwards driving my cock down over his anus and, almost
pleading, said , "Fuck me, Larry baby, please fuck me. I need
I want you inside of me."
Succumbing to his pleadings and the feeling of lust that
enveloped me, I knelt between his legs spreading them apart.
Derek lifted them up onto my shoulders, and I was leaning forward
against his legs for the lubricant when he growled that he didn't want
it. I spit into the palm of my
hand before squeezing my dripping cock and milking all of the
pre-seminal fluid that I could to lubricate my cock and his asshole.
Leaning into him, I placed the sheathed head of my cock against his
quivering asshole; and, breathing in deeply in an attempt to control
the waves of excitement rushing over me, I placed my hands on his
thighs and adjusted my legs to a more comfortable position. I
hesitated when I felt the initial tenseness of his asshole and
his muscles ; but Derek suddenly grabbed both cheeks of my ass and
pulled my hips
forward forcing my cock inside of him. The sudden intensity of
his sphincter clamping down on my cock sent an erotic shock wave
rushing over me; and as I fell forward against the back of his thickly
muscled thighs, my cock plunged deeper into his rectum stopping the
descent when my balls slapped against his tail bone
and my thick bush pressed upward against his balls.
Derek lowered his legs from my shoulders to around my waist; and,
upwards, he placed his hands behind my neck and pulled my lips to
his. His mouth opened and our tongues met twisting in a long
gentle kiss that testified to the deep feelings each had for the
It seemed like we made love for hours as his hips moved in concert with
the downward movement of my turgid cock slipping in and out of his
velvety smooth rectum, his sphincter muscle tightening around the base
of my aching cock at the end of each downward thrust. It seemed
eternity before the intense overwhelming need to reach the ultimate
climax rushed upward from the depths of my balls; and with a final
intense thrust I screamed, "Derek," in response to the powerful
feeling of my sperm gushing from
the head of my cock into the hot cauldron of his bowels. An
inexplicable feeling of intense desire combined with lust engulfed us
both, and Derek was thrashing
around under me driving his hips violently upward as his anus gripped
spewing cock. Glancing down at my lover, I watched fascinated at
the pulsing power of his
straining cock gushing thick uncontrolled streams of his seed over his
The intensity of my cock filling the depths of Derek's ass with my seed
steady flow of his seed lasted only a few short seconds although I was
sure he wanted it to continue as much as I did. There was a final
jerk of my wilting cock
and then the slow sensation of the remaining dribbles as my cock
softened. Derek's legs dropped from around
my waist; and I collapsed pleasantly
exhausted onto his sperm covered chest as my drained cock slipped from
the grip of his quivering anus.
I felt his arms slip around my chest and his legs move over the back
of mine, effectively imprisoning me within his grasp. My
mind drifted in the warmth of the afterglow that followed passionate
love making, and there was a feeling inside of me that said we would
each other. Gently kissing Derek's cheek, I whispered
softly, "Tell me again that you love and need me."
His chest expanded as he inhaled, and exhaling as he moved his hands
slowly over my back muscles he said, "Always and forever, Larry, always
"Forever would not be long enough," I thought to myself as I drifted
off to sleep in the warmth and security of my lovers arms.