Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
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It was the itching sensation of dried sperm that roused me from the
misty depths of slumber that usually followed self-induced but
pleasant carnal exhaustion. That moment of pleasurable afterglow
when two become one in the socially forbidden but delightfully erotic
intimacy that only two men can enjoy.
Derek was laying on his back with his arm around me, his hand resting
across my waist. My head was resting on the satiny soft hardness
of his left
breast muscle, the soft nipple protruding from the dark aureoles,
pressing gently against my cheek. His soft steady breathing lifted and
lowered my head gently, and I could hear and feel the rhythmic beat of
his heart synchronized to each breath. A feeling of warmth
and security swept over me, and just as I was about to close my eyes
and drift back to sleep, it suddenly dawned on me that it was late
afternoon not early morning.
"Damn," I exclaimed loudly, struggling to disentangle myself from
Derek's arms and at the same time awaken him. "Wake up, D," I
exclaimed, glancing at the clock and shouting loud enough to wake the
dead. "It's almost six o'clock and we are supposed to take Mom and Dad
out for dinner, remember?"
"Shit," he responded, the hard muscles of his stomach flexing into
ropes of steel as he sat upright, flakes of dried sperm floating down
from his chest and stomach into the thickness of his pubic hair.
"It's a good thing one of us woke up, Larry, we've slept almost two
hours." He said as he dropped back into the pillows and turned on
his side facing me with the sheet draped loosely over his hips exposing
the thick base of his semi-hard cock.
"I know, I almost fell back asleep until I realized what time it was,"
replied as I moved to the edge of the bed and sat up.
"There is no need to rush, Larry," Derek said softly, placing his hand
on my back as he continued. "We've still got an
hour before we have to be ready."
The bed shifted slightly as he moved closer, and then the touch of
his half-hard cock against my backside followed by his fingers tracing
an erotic trail down the vertebrae of my spine. The light touch
of his fingers along the line of my spine and back muscles generated
needle like sensations of erotic energy that flowed inexorably into the
regions of my body. Shivering with a feeling of
anticipation, I leaned back and turned my head, looking into the depths
of twin pools of indigo blue gazing up at me.
The mischievous twinkle in his eyes merged with an impish grin and the
tip of his pink tongue caressing his lips. I felt one hand slip around
my waist and then slid down over my buttock as the other slowly moved
over the softness of my inner thigh. "D..." I said softly,
half-heartedly attempting to protest even though I knew it was a futile
effort. "We..., we...," stumbled from my lips; but, before I
the feeble protest, his unspoken answer was to wrap his body around
pulling us tightly together as he squeezed my throbbing cock, engorging
already pounding blood filled crown to the bursting point. "D, D,
D....," I whimpered weakly, the muscles of my body tensing as the
sudden shock of his lips encircled the crown of my cock, generating
waves of mind numbing ecstasy.
"Oh, God, D," I groaned loudly, throwing my arms behind me for support
as I fell backward. His ravenous mouth engulfed the thick length
of my aching cock striking the entrance to his throat. My hips
involuntarily hunched upwards trying, unsuccessfully, to drive my cock
deeper into his throat. I heard him grunt as my cock jammed
against the back of his mouth.
The sensation of boiling cum
rising in my throbbing cock was overpowering and, I felt my
muscles tightening as the sensation of a pending climax washed over
me when suddenly; and, without warning, Derek unexpectedly withdrew
throbbing cock, and it was as if there had been a blow to my solar
plexus. Gasping at the unanticipated empty sensation that
engulfed me, I crunched my abdominal muscles pulling my torso forward,
and I twisted to
look down at him. He moved his head from my lap; and, stretching
out with tawny feline grace, the thick muscles of his thighs tightening
as he arched his back thrusting his burgeoning cock upward.
I felt a catch in my throat as I started to speak but, the
gleaming azure blue of his eyes deepened holding mine, and it was as if
even though his lips did not move. In the recesses of my mind, I
heard a low husky, whisper saying, "Lay down with me."
For a brief second, I hesitated, gazing into the smoldering depths of
eyes and then, as if in an erotic trance, I did as the surreal
voice inside of my head asked. Swinging my legs
back up on the bed, I stretched out, and laid my head on his soft inner
thigh. I could see the power of his heart pulsing as his steel
hard cock jerked, thick rivulets of pre-cum flowing from the urethra
opening in its blood engorged crown. Wrapping my fingers around
smooth steel hard length, I felt him tense as I cleaned the oozing
nectar from his cockhead. Savoring the
thick creamy sweetness of the precursor to what would be the ultimate
aphrodisiac, I was momentarily lost in the euphoric haze of
pleasure as the driblets of Derek's pre-cum slid
down my throat. The fiery sensation of Derek's lips slowly
sliding down over the turgid length on my aching
cock generated a feeling of surreal ecstasy that penetrated to the
depths of my very being; and, as his thick, swelling, cock
invaded the depths of my throat, I gorged myself on the thick hot
nectar erupting with volcanic force from his tightening ball
Seemingly unceasing volleys of thick hot sperm gushed from hardening
swelling cocks satisfying and nurturing the physical need to give and
accept the elixer that would make us one with the other. Derek
sucked, no, we both sucked burgeoning cocks with animal intensity,
moaning and groaning,
our muscles tightening and relaxing as we enjoyed the pleasant bliss of
essence of life from nature's vessel.
We confirmed the need for a large
bath and shower as we quickly removed the evidence of our love
making. Dressing casually since I had confirmed we would be
visiting the Plantation Restaurant for
dinner, we kissed lightly before opening the door and emerging into the
dusk of evening.
"Damn, Larry," Derek said, stopping on the platform at the head of the
stairs while I locked the door. "It's evenings like this that
make life worth living."
"Mmmmmmmm, I guess you're right; but," I said, slipping my arms around
his waist from behind. "I like having you to enjoy them with instead of
"You know what I meant," he answered, placing his hands on mine, and
twisting his head around to kiss me on the cheek. "Nothing would
have much meaning without you," he finished, giving my cheek another
"Yep, I know," I replied, continuing quietly as I removed my arms from
around his waist. "Especially after this afternoon."
"Yeah...," he said, chuckling softly as he started down the
stairs. "It was great wasn't it?"
"You do have a way of making it that way," I said as I followed
Surprising me, and suddenly stopping in front of me, Derek turned and
looking up at me standing one step above him, he grinned broadly, and
said, "It only takes inspiration from the right person and sex or
anything else can be great."
I was just about to come back with an equally gracious retort when a
gruff but humorous voice said, "Hey, you two, we're hungry."
Glancing to our right, we saw Mom and Dad standing on the porch and
that was more than enough impetus to bring us back from the realm of
melancholy to reality, and move quickly down the stairs.
As we walked across the gravel parking area, Derek whispered under his
breath, "I hope they haven't been standing there very long."
"I don't think they have or they would have spoken up earlier," I
answered, a little concerned that I was not entirely sure if I was
right in my assumption.
Mom and Dad were dressed a little more conservatively casual than was
the norm for them but, none
the less attractive. When we reached the bottom step, Dad glanced
at Derek and then looking at me, he said in a stentorian tone, "You
your Mother to be ready at seven o'clock and here we are."
"Yes..yes, Sir," I stammered somewhat taken aback by his decidedly
"I thought that was what your Mother had said," he chuckled softly,
tossing me the keys to his car as he continued. "You and Derek sit up
front while we snuggle in the back."
"Well, I never, Christopher Marks," Mom spluttered sharply giving Dad a
less than approving glance as she continued. "There is no call
for such talk, especially in front of young people." she said with a
tone of disapproving but less forceful finality; finishing her
chastisement of dad as they came down from the porch.
"Oh, I don't believe it makes much difference, mother, not with today's
young people," Dad said from behind us as we walked toward the
car. "They know a lot more now than we did when we were that age,
isn't that right, Derek?"
"I guess you may be right, Dad," Derek answered as he opened the back
of the sedan and looked across the roof at me grinning impishly with a
twinkle in his eyes.
Recognizing the signs of his devilish streak, I groaned softly, "Oh,
Lord," as I shook my head violently at him as we got inside the
car, dreading what he might say if the conversation persisted on its
"What are your reasons for thinking that. Derek?" He asked raising his
voice over the soft crunch of the tires on the gravel as I drove down
the drive to the street.
"Reasons," Derek said, turning sideways in the seat, to answer Dad's
question when mother suddenly interrupted, asking, "Where are we going
dinner Lawrence, you boys didn't mention it."
Glancing in the mirror at her, I said, "I thought we would go to The
Plantation Restaurant over on Hickory, Mom, if that's
"Oh, that would be nice, wouldn't it Christopher? We did have a
delightful time when we were there before, and the food was delicious,"
Mother replied cheerfully and effectively cutting off the conversation
between Dad and Derek.
"Yes, Mother, it would be nice, and you are right, the food was
exceptional." Dad answered, glancing in the rearview mirror; grinning
broadly, and winking at me.
A wave of relief washed over me and glancing over at Derek, I could
from the way he looked at me that he felt the same way.
We were fortunate
when I pulled onto the parking lot of The Plantation that a patron
was leaving his parking space directly in front of the
restaurant. Dad grunted something to the effect that he was
never that lucky, as I pulled into the space, and I grinned when I
heard mother shush
him, and whisper "be quiet."
A "Please wait to be seated" sign stood a few feet inside the
ante-room, and glancing to the left and right, we could see that most
of the tables in the dining rooms were occupied. We had
almost decided to leave for another restaurant when a dark headed,
buxom young lady dressed in Civil War garb walked toward us
saying, "Good evening, sorry to keep yo'all waiting," She said in a
somewhat exaggerated southern dialect. "My name is Paige, and
I'll be yo'all this evening. Will it just be yo'all for dinner or
are yo'all waiting for someone else to join yo'all?"
The thought crossed my mind that a little of her supposed southern
hospitality would go alone way, and glancing at Derek and Dad, I could
see from their expressions that they felt the same way.
"No others, Paige, just the four of us." Mother answered quickly,
making the decision as we hesitated, looking at each other. "A
table for four would be nice but, a community table will do just as
"You're lucky," she answered, covertly eyeing Derek and I as she
spoke, her southern dialect suddenly forgotten as she continued.
"If you will
follow me, I've just finished setting up a
table for four in the lakeside dining room."
The table was situated in front of a large multi-paned window that
looked out over a small terraced garden, and a narrow lawn that led to
the edge of the lake. Several Mallards were paddling close to the shore
line foraging for food, and on the opposite shore there were families
packing up after an afternoon picnic. The thought
Norman Rockwell would have found it a perfect subject for one of his
many paintings crossed my mind as we sat
The table was pre-set for four, and the lazy susan
contained the usual condiments with a card indicating that Friday
specials were roasted chicken and meat loaf with the usual side dishes
of mashed potatoes with both beef and chicken gravies, peas, green
beans, coleslaw, house salad and an apple cobbler for dessert.
We had barely sat down before Paige and a non-descript busboy
were loading the lazy susan with bowls of food, and a pitcher of
ice tea. As we were serving ourselves, Dad, speaking to no one in
particular, said, "I can't think of any reason for someone not to be
satisfied when they leave here."
"Do they always serve this way?" Derek asked, looking at mother.
"They feature home cooking and family style dining, Derek." Mother
answered, glancing at his plate and smiling as she continued. "They
keep the bowls filled, and you can eat as much as you want at your
"He won't have any trouble with that, Mother." I said interrupting
them. "I haven't found anything so far that he does not enjoy
I managed a surreptitious wink when, Derek glanced at me with a
playful glint in his eyes as he caught the play on words and replied,
"You don't do that bad yourself, Larry, especially when we have eaten
"Ouch," I responded, chuckling softly, and squeezing his hand as we
joined hands for grace.
The conversation for the rest of the
evening concentrated on Derek's upcoming graduation and our recently
acquired architect, Anne Rowe. Both mother and dad were excited
about meeting her, and discussing the changes we had in mind for the
garage apartment and the house. I had anticipated that there
might have been something said about the afternoon meeting with Derek's
mother; but, if anyone other than me was thinking about it, they
tactfully kept silent.
Paige, our server, was very attentive, and when a bowl was on the verge
of being emptied, she would replace it immediately. I couldn't
help but notice the sly almost imperceptible way she managed to brush
against both of us as she attended to our needs, and once in a while, I
caught Derek glancing at me and grinning. I couldn't figure out
if she was being playful or actually showing an interest in the both of
us but trying to visualize a manage' a trio's was beyond
comprehension. I must say that she was persistent in what ever
her thoughts were; but, later as we left, I detected a slight smirk.
Derek and I purloined the dinner check much to their consternation, and
Dad continued to fuss about the expense of our taking them out to
dinner as we drove home. I believe what exasperated him the most
was our not agreeing with him. He finally stopped his fussing,
and changed the subject by asking: "What time is Mrs. Rowe going
to be at the house in the morning?"
Twisting around and pulling one leg up on the set, Derek said, "She
told us eight o'clock sharp, and I believe her."
"She likes to get an early start and does not allow for sleeping in,"
I said glancing into the rear view mirror to check the traffic
behind us as I prepared to turn into our driveway.
"There is nothing wrong with that," Dad answered, raising his voice
slightly to override the noise of the gravel under the cars
tires. "I like getting an early start instead of wasting the day
away in bed."
"That is not always the case, Christopher." Mother said as I parked the
car. "Some mornings, you find it difficult to get up."
"Yesssss..." Dad said softly as he reached across mother to open the
door. "That is true."
Mother gave dad a sharp look as she got out of the car, and from that
look and the way she marched toward the side porch without saying 'good
night', I had a feeling he was going to be in the dog house.
"I'll see you boys in the morning," he said taking the keys from my
fingers, and winking mischievously as he followed after
"Does he always antagonize your mother that way?" Derek asked softly as
he walked around the front of the car and stood beside me as
we watched them go inside. There was the unmistakable click of
the door, and we were suddenly enveloped in an almost inky darkness as
the outside light was extinguished.
"No, not always." I answered, linking my arm with his as we turned to
go to our apartment. "It's his way of playing with Mom, and
showing her how much he loves her, at least I think that's it." I
said, as we reached the bottom of the stairway, hesitating while our
eyes adjusted to the inky darkness before we ascended.
"I wonder, Larry, why your Dad or your brother Paul did not think of
installing an exterior light with a switch here at the bottom when they
converted the upstairs."
"Geez, D, I never thought about that." I replied, unable to
conjure up a reason. "Let's not forget to tell Anne about it
tomorrow so we won't have to fumble around in the dark, and maybe break
"Yeah," he mumbled as we ascended the steps and then suddenly
turning two steps above me in the almost inky darkness to face
me, saying,. "Maybe we could have the steps covered with an awning or
even enclosed instead of installing them on the inside like we were
I guess we could," I answered in surprise, his sudden stopping catching
me off guard for a moment.
"Yeah, why not do that?" he said more to himself than to me. "It
makes sense to me, how about you?" He asked.
Recovering quickly and breathing in deeply, I said, "I guess it does
make sense, D but, don't you think it would be better to talk about it
inside instead of out here in the dark?"
"Wha...,oh yeah, I guess it would." He answered cheerfully as he turned
and almost skipped the remaining few steps to the doorway landing.
Even in the darkness, I could visualize the grin on his strong
unblemished face and the twinkling of his eyes as he replied to my
question. "One more reason that I love him," I thought as I went
up the last few steps to join him and open the door. "His spontaneity."
Pushing the door
open, I stood back as Derek reached in for the light switch, and
preceded me in, saying, "I think I'll have a glass of orange juice, how
about you? "
"Great, I've had enough iced tea for awhile." I answered as I walked
toward the bedroom to turn on the lights.
"I'll bring it to the bedroom," he replied over his shoulder as I
entered the darkened room.
The light from the living room/kitchen was sufficient to see by, and
kicking my shoes off while I was turning on the bedside lights, I
called out, "we really need to make sure there are light switches where
they are needed, D, when we go over what we want with Anne."
"I know," he answered from almost directly behind me, giving me a
"Damn, D, you'll give a guy a heart attack sneaking up like that." I
"I kicked my shoes off in the living room, they were hurting my feet."
He said grinning and pushing the full orange juice glass at me.
"I did that already," I said chuckling loudly as I took the orange
juice filled glass from his hand. "I like going barefoot," I
said, after taking a long drink from my glass before sitting it on the
night stand and starting to undress.
"Me too," he answered, hesitating briefly to speak as he emptied his
As I was removing my shirt, Derek finished his juice and sitting the
empty glass on the table next to mine, he said, "I'll wash-up and brush
my teeth while you undress."
"Okay," I answered as he went into the bathroom.
I heard the toilet flush and then the water running while I removed my
clothes. Hanging the trousers in the small closet and dropping
the shirt into an imaginary dirty clothes hamper that should have been
beside the doorway or in the bathroom, I stretched my arms upwards and
then bent over to touch my toes before removing my briefs and
depositing them with the shirt.
"Damn," I said, half aloud, half musing as I scratched the
soft perineum area between my balls and asshole. "We should have
known that we would need a dirty clothes hamper."
"There are several things we didn't think about, Larry," Derek said as
he came out of the bathroom, disrobing as he walked.
"Tell me about it," I replied, still scratching myself as I turned
around, stopping when I saw the grin on his face and the devilish glint
in his eyes.
"Got a problem?" He asked, glancing down at my crotch as I resumed
rubbing both hands in my groin on either side of my cock and
"Not really, just airing out the jewels that's all," I answered, giving
my balls and lengthening cock a final flip, before straightening up,
and returning his gaze as I continued while walking toward the
bathroom. "They get a little jammed up from wearing briefs and
tight jeans or trousers."
"Ditto," he said, still grinning and unbuckling his trousers as I
I could hear, Derek
moving around as I was brushing my teeth, and then there was the sound
of the bed
springs protesting under the pressure of his weight. Grinning to
myself as I washed my face, I thought about his one hundred seventy
pounds and my one hundred eighty with the added pressure of one or the
other of us fucking the other, and it was surprising that the poor bed
had held up as well as it has,
I mused while drying my face and hands.
"Derek," I called out as I hung my towel up. "Are you finished in
"Yeah." Came his reply, and I turned the lights off as I went through
Other than putting his clothes away while I was in the bathroom, I
hadn't thought about what Derek would have been doing when I heard him
moving around; but, his penchant for orderliness and what he had been
doing was obvious when I saw a pillow slip sitting on the floor next to
the door jamb instead of a pile of dirty clothes. The closet door
was closed instead of wide open as I had left it; and at the foot of
bed, his shoes and mine were neatly arrayed with the toes just under
the frame. The bed coverlet hung carelessly over the foot of the bed
where he had thrown it, and he was laying on his back with the sheet up
under his arms.
"You look comfortable," I said as I reached the bed, and leaned
over to pull the sheet down before getting in with him.
"I am, but...," he replied, hesitating as he preempted me by throwing
the sheet back. "We've had a busy day, and I am tired."
"Ditto," I replied, sliding under the sheet beside him and grinning as
I duplicated his earlier remark.
"Smart ass," he responded as he pulled the sheet over us and laying his
head on my bicep, with one arm between us, his other resting on my hip,
he snuggled closer.
"Turn about is fair play," I said as I slid my free arm under his and
over his waist just below his ribs.
"It would worry me if you did anything else," he said, moving his hand
to the small of my back and pulling us closer together, cock to cock as
he slid his leg between mine, and pushed his knee up against the soft
perineum flesh under my slack balls.
There was only a feeling of belonging where we were, no lust or need
for anything except the mutual desire to be together. His heart
beat as one with mine and our breathing was synchronized in a slow even
rhythm. The was no scent of shampoos or colognes to dizzy the
senses, just a strong musky masculine aroma. I felt myself
slipping off when in a muffled voice, Derek asked, "Larry, remember me
asking if your Dad always antagonized your Mom the way he was and you
said that was the way he showed her how much he loved her?"
"Yeah," I replied, drowsily. "I remember, why?"
"Weren't we just doing that to each other, antagonizing with words like
your dad was?"
"We were doing something like that at dinner if you remember and just a
few minutes ago I guess we were, D." I said, trying to figure out what
it was he was getting at. "Hell, we do it all of the time, but
we know what and why we do."
"Don't ever stop, Larry." He said, gently kissing my neck and
"Wha...," I started to say, a little irritated, when I suddenly
realized what he was getting at. "That will never happen, D," I
mused to myself, running my hand over his soft back, and listening to
his breathing, the warmth of the air as he exhaled flowing over my