Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 14:50:58 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Derek & I 6 DEREK & I By Lee Mariner September 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay fantasy about two teenage boys. It will depict homosexual acts and it is intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR LOCALITY TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OBJECTIONABLE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. ENGAGING IN UNPROTECED SEX OR USING DRUGS CAN BE DEADLY. All stories I have written can be found in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors under the pen name of Lee Mariner. THE COPYRIGHT (c) AND ASSIGNMENT OF THIS WORK AS EXPLAINED IN CHAPTER #1, REMAINS IN FORCE - ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. If you would like to be notified by e-mail of future episodes of this and/or other stories, please contact me at: mariner23502@hotmail.com Chapter #6 The bay bridge was almost devoid of traffic except for a few eighteen-wheelers and one of them was in the toll lane ahead of us. "Damn." I exclaimed braking and smacking the steering wheel with the palm of my hand. "I hate getting caught behind one of those big fuckers." "Well don't try and get around him when we get on the bridge Larry. It's hard to see what's coming the other way." "Tell me about it, I've seen a couple of accidents from someone in to big of a hurry. We'll just let him set the pace and stay well back." Derek sat against the passenger door with his arm resting on the window frame when I pulled up to the tollbooth window. The toll collector was half asleep when she took my money and after we left the booth Derek slid across the seat and laying his head on my shoulder held my arm tight against his chest. We rode in silence across Fisherman's Island and out onto the first bridge span. I could feel the soft beat of his heart against my arm and glancing down quickly at his face I could see his eyes were closed. A soft breeze blowing through the window ruffled his already unruly hair. When we reached the high-rise bridge the clouds opened briefly. The blue-gray water rolling beneath us glittered like diamonds in the sun with only a few small whitecaps. The first tunnel island was in the distance and then the bridge span to the next tunnel faded in the haze. Seagulls swooped up and down over the heads of oystermen working the beds to the south of the bridge hoping for a tidbit. Their squawking must have disturbed Derek and he snuggled closer. I glanced down at his face watching as he ran his tongue over his lips and taking one hand run his fingers over his nose; brushing a lock of hair from his forehead before dozing off again. A couple of trucks rushed by on the northbound lane shaking the truck but he didn't stir. He breathed slow and steady in synch with the beat of his heart. * * * * * * * * * * I don't normally daydream when I'm driving but my mind kept slipping back to the day a week back when he walked around the rear of the school bus. Cruising someone is not something I do a lot of but when I saw him I knew I wanted him. There was that rush of disappointment when he disappeared and then a feeling of lust when he reappeared in the parking lot. I couldn't help but grin at the thought of me standing behind the open door of my truck exposing my hard cock. I didn't even stop to think that someone else could have seen me. It's funny what gay guys will do when they're cruising someone but I didn't care; I wanted the good-looking kid leaning against the tree rubbing the bulge in his tight jeans. There was the stupid question "what's up" when he came up to the door and looked into the cab of the truck seeing me with a raging hardon and half naked. His equally stupid answer "Not much." We both knew and could see what we wanted but we played out the charade of pretended ignorance. Sex with Derek with only trees and bushes for cover was crazy, anyone could have walked up on us and as horny as we were we wouldn't have known it until they said something. It was exciting and at first it was just another sexual conquest but when he looked at me with his beautiful pleading blue eyes and then waved as he went through the bushes, something clicked inside of me. I don't make dates with guys I have met since most of the times they never show up but I wanted to keep this one. Paul told me to live life and be happy. Meeting Derek had made me realize that I couldn't hold onto the memory of Paul forever. In one week I had came out to my parents and fell in love. I wanted to make a life with Derek but there were mountains to climb and ghosts that needed to be put to rest. I never would forget Paul but Derek had a right to know how I felt about him. * * * * * * * * * I guess we do things unconsciously without realizing it, I didn't realize how deep in thought I had been until we came out of the tunnel and Derek stirred rubbing his head against my shoulder. "It would be fun Larry, just you and me camping out in a tent. I haven't done it since I was a little kid." He said as he kissed the lobe of my ear. "We won't know if you get me horny at sixty miles an hour." I said glancing down into his gleaming blue eyes. His moist lips were tantalizingly close and I had an urge to kiss him but I kept my eyes on the roadway. "You aren't the only one who gets horny. The motel isn't that far from the tunnel and since Eddie is going to make us pay for another day. . . . . . . . ." He said but not finishing the sentence. "Yeah." I thought. "The motel was not that far and Eddie was probably going to make us pay for another day so why waste the money." That's what my queer self said but as much as I wanted him, there were other things we had to think about besides sex. "Derek you've asked about my brother and I've been promising to tell you about Paul. If we get in that motel room I won't say anything and you know why. Once we get in the room with a bed and were both naked nothing else is on my mind except making love to you." "Then you don't want to go to the motel?" He said as he sat up and moved across the set away from me. "What do you want to do before you take me home. Tell me about your brother?" The almost icy tone in his voice frightened me and I glanced at him sitting stiffly a few inches away just as we went into the second tunnel. Icy fingers gripped my heart and there was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "There's a parking area when we get out of the tunnel Derek. Next to the restaurant, remember? Wait until I pull off and I'll tell you what I'm thinking about." * * * * * * * * * He sat quietly, looking through the windshield until we parked behind the brick entrance to the tunnel. I was at a loss for words at first but when he spoke it cut through me like a knife. "One weekend of sex and I guess it's over. Right Larry. All that stuff about camping together, all bullshit." He said without turning to look at me. I was still gripping the steering wheel and my mind was in a panic. When I turned my head to look at him I could see his jaw was clinched tight. "Is that all you think it was Derek?" I asked softly. "What else is it? First we are going to the motel and now you want to tell me about your brother. Why can't we still go to the motel and then you can tell me whatever you want." His voice was flat and monotone, no emotion. Each word was like a knife cutting into me. For a brief moment a thought passed through my head, "sex that's all he wants is sex. Okay then if that's all he wants that's okay with me." Releasing the wheel I turned about to answer when a little voice said "Easy boy, take it easy." "Derek, look at me please." "Why shoul..." He started to say before I cut him. "Because I love you that's why. If you don't believe anything else, please believe that." I said softly. He turned slowly and looked at me with a hurt look in his eyes. I grinned when he pushed the one lock of his hair up off his forehead. When he started to say something I placed my finger on his lips. "Shhhhhhhh let me talk first. We've had a great two days together making love and saying how much we love each other and we don't want to lose that. I've spent the past week thinking only about you. I have been falling in love with you during that time and not just because we had great sex here in the truck. Sex is a part of it and it has been fantastic but loving someone is more than sex." I said taking in a deep breath. "What else is there if its not sex. I like making love to you and I want to keep on doing it." He said in a rush with tears building in his eyes. "I don't want to lose you Larry." "You aren't going to lose me Derek but there is so much more we must talk about. Are we going to college together and if we are where? When will we meet each other's parents? My parents know about me and since my Dad knows I was meeting someone this weekend he and Mom will probably assume you are gay as well. Are you going to tell your parents about us or do you want to wait until you graduate high school? There's tons of things Derek and the only reason I suggested we pass up the motel is so we could have lunch together and discuss things other than sex." I said. After inhaling and exhaling deeply a few times I waited and waited while Derek sat looking out the passenger window with his back to me. I didn't know what I should do and had decided a walk would be better than just sitting and waiting. I had said all I needed to say right then and the rest was up to him. With a soft sigh I pulled up on the door handle and just as I did he said. "Can I come with you Larry? I gotta pee and I'm kind of thirsty." "How can you be thirsty and need to piss at the same time?" I asked chuckling. "I just am. It must have been the extra milk I drank at breakfast." "Come on then, we can take a walk on the pier after we use the men's room." I said as he wiped the tears from his eyes using the back of his hand. I watched the muscled beauty of his chest expand as he took a deep breath before opening his door. He glanced at me for a moment his beautiful blue eyes sparkling. I winked at him and his teeth flashed brilliantly as he smiled. The tempest was still in the teapot. * * * * * * * * *