SCHOOLBUS BOY
A STORY BY LEE MARINER
February 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and all conditions have been published in Chapter #1 of the story and remain in effect.
THE AUTHOR URGES THAT UNSAFE SEX BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES. PLEASE USE THE APPROVED PROTECTION IF IT IS PRACTICED.
Chapter #2
Driving on home, Derek was vivid in my memory. At first I thought it was from just having had sex with him but the thrill of laying next to him kept me aroused. I could feel the touch of his smooth muscular body, the sculpted outline of his torso burned into my brain. The husky mellow tone of his voice as he pleaded with me not to stand him up. His smooth athletic movements as he trotted into the trees and disappeared into the bushes waving.
I laid on the bed in my room rubbing my hard cock through my jockeys thinking of Derek. I hadn't been to bed with a lot of men and not many stayed with me like this kid did. I could still smell the cleanness of his body and the salty sweet taste from swallowing his thick cream.
I drifted in almost a haze as I rubbed my cock and I didn't hear mom call me for supper until she knocked on my door.
"Larry, dinner is ready. Are you alright, you father is waiting."
"Yeah mom, I dozed off. I'll be down in a minute."
I grabbed a baggy pair of sweat shorts and put them on trying to hide my stiff cock and pulled a t-shirt on as I ran down the steps to the dining alcove where we ate most of our meals. Dad was sitting at the table with his inevitable newspaper but he put it alongside of his chair as I walked in.
"Hi son, rough day at work? Your mother said you had dozed off."
"Yes sir. I almost unloaded 6 boxcars of lumber by myself. Two guys didn't show up and the sub they had working with me didn't know squat."
I worked in a local lumberyard operating a Mitsubishi forklift. My dad had gotten me the job the summer I turned 16. Mr. Martin Carlson, the owner and dad were old buddies and played golf together just about every weekend. I started as a stacker and worked my way up to the forklift. The foreman was a pretty nice guy and took the time to train me when we were a little slow. While I was still in high school, Mr. Carlson let me work part-time and I was able to save money for my tuition to a junior college. After I graduated, he kept me on full-time with benefits and that helped take a load off of mom and dad. The job was okay but not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
"How is the job going since you graduated Larry. Marty tells me you are one of his best people. I'm glad to hear that."
"It's okay dad but you know I want to go too college when I get enough money. Mr. Carlson has set up a college fund for some of us and he puts in half of what we do. That's going to help a lot."
"When did he start that dear? You haven't mentioned that." Mother said.
"He started it right after Larry went full time honey."
"Well, I think that is awfully nice of him. More places should do that for their employees."
My mother didn't really keep up with things and probably wouldn't bring it up again. She worked part-time in a card and gift shop and that seemed to be her main concern outside of the house.
"It is mom and you're right but a lot of places are only interested in the profit of the business not the employees. We have a hell of a turnover in regular men there at Carlson's."
"That is not always the case son. I can't afford those type's of benefits for the people that work for me. I manage to pay a little better then minimum but that does not leave a lot for us after the other expenses."
Dad owned a service station and had mostly high school kids working for him. One of his biggest expenses was the mechanics he had that did small repairs. Nothing big but he charged a fair price and had regulars that had been with him for years. They did the usual things but not major repairs. Batteries, starters, brakes and stuff that could be done fast. I used to help him out but he knew I didn't want to work in a gas station.
The talk drifted from one thing to another but I wasn't really listening. My mind was on Derek and my half hard cock that would swell even more when I remembered hot he was.
"Larry, Larry, are you alright? I don't think you have heard a word your father and I have said."
"Yeah mom, I'm sorry. I was thinking about the bowling match tonight that's all."
"You bowling tonight son? Maybe I'll come along and watch, drink a couple of beers with you and your buddies if that's okay."
"Sure dad." I lied. I hadn't thought of him coming with me but not much I could do if he wanted to. "If you will excuse me, I'll change clothes and get my shoes and ball."
"Sure you don't mind Larry?"
"No dad, be good to have you rooting for us."
"Christopher, go with him. You and Larry don't do enough together, do you both good."
Mom never called dad Chris as most of his friends did. I was always Christopher. I guess that was the way she was brought up. I dashed up to my room and stripping put on a new jockstrap since I would be bowling and I didn't want to pop a boner if I should think of Derek. I probably would since I hadn't forgot about him all afternoon.
Finished dressing, I grabbed my shoes and ball. Dad was standing at the door talking with mom when I came down.
Kissing us both on the cheek as we went out the door.
"You boy's have a good time now." Dad just grinned at me as we got into his car.
As dad pulled on the parking lot of the Sunset Lanes, I saw a couple of the other guys cars and pointed them out to him. Most of the team was there, we had taken the name of "The Knotholes" for some odd reason. Dad thought it was really neat since we all worked at the yard. Mr. Carlson had paid for our shirts and they were pretty neat. The back looked like a knothole and had the name Carlson Lumber scrolled from shoulder down to the waist. We all chipped in on a locker and our shirts hung in it. I stripped my t-shirt off and took mine out hanging the t-shirt on the hanger.
"Damn Larry, working at the lumber yard has put some muscle on you. That's a pretty good build you've got."
"Thanks dad, but I still work out three times a week at the "Y"."
"Well, it sure has helped you out. I bet your brother would have looked the same if he had lived."
My older brother Paul had been dead for almost 5 years and every now and then he or mom would bring his name up. When he was almost 18 and I was 14, we all went on vacation at Melby Beach. It was my turn to caddy for dad and Paul went swimming with some of his friends or I would have been with them.
Paul swam out a little too far and a riptide caught him dragging him down. Mom, Dad & I with other people walked the beach looking for him but it was 3 days before he washed up on the beach almost 10 miles down.
Paul dying changed things. Mom and Dad never did get over it, especially Mom. She would spend hours at the cemetery for a long time after his funeral. My brother had been dad's favorite I guess because he was the first born. After Paul died, he sort of withdrew from me. It bothered me at first but after I talked to our Priest about it and he explained that dad still loved me but was probably remembering Paul and worried about maybe he would lose me and I should try and help them as much as I could. Dad did as much for me as he ever did for Paul but he just wasn't as close as he had been with my brother.
Paul and I shared a room and we did a lot of the crazy stuff brothers do. He started working out with me showing me how I should lift weights. Worried his self sick when I fell off of his bike and broke my arm. We didn't hide from each other when we dressed and every now and then he would catch me looking at his body. He would grin and say "don't worry little brother, you'll get there just keep working at it." Except for the age difference, we could have been twins. Same colored hair, eyes and build and he just a little taller then me. His muscles were well developed for a kid his age and I loved watching him in front of the full-length mirror in our room flexing and posing in his jockey briefs. He had a thick line of dark hair running down from his belly button between his developing abs. His pubic hair was soft and thick. I was just getting some hair but his cock was huge and uncut like me. His cock had to be about 4" soft and hung down over his big balls. I used to start getting a hard-on looking at him and I would turn away so he wouldn't see me.
He caught me jerking off in the bathroom once and he laughed closing the door behind him. It embarrassed me at first until he unsnapped his jeans and took them off. He had a hard-on and pulling his jockeys down it sprang out and bounced up and down. His cock was almost 8" long and thick, I just gulped and looked up at him from where I was sitting on the toilet.
"I stammered Paulie..." watching him starting to stroke his cock.
"Watch me Larry, do it this way. Two fingers isn't the way, take it all in your hand and pull it up and down all the way back to the base. Do it slow and let it feel good to you."
I watched as he stood there stroking his big cock his head back and he was moaning. I did it the same way and it felt fantastic. Little drops of white stuff oozed from the slit and I smeared it around like he was doing.
"Yeah Larry boy that's the way. Just do it easy and slow. Feel it spreading through you, great isn't it?"
I stood up and we jerked off together shooting our loads in the sink, we both couldn't use the toilet. While we milked the juice out, breathing hard Paul laughed.
"Whew, damn that felt good. How long you been jerking off?"
"Not long Paulie, maybe six months. I would hear you jerking off in your bed and once I got hard listening to you and little drops started oozing out. I started after that but didn't really know what it was all about. I knew you were doing something that made you feel good, I could hear you moaning."
"You should have said something and I could have shown you sooner. Feels great doesn't it? I jerk off at least once a day, sometimes two."
"If I had known it felt like this, I would have." Paul and I jerked off together lots of times after that. I felt like I wanted to touch him but I never did. Lots of times I have wondered what he would have done if I had.
"Larry, you going to put your shirt on?"
"Oh yeah Dad, I was just thinking about Paul. I sure miss him."
Dad looked at me but he didn't say anything, he just patted me on the shoulder and walked to the spectators seats after getting a beer.
I had three pretty poor games after that and the team thought maybe I wasn't feeling good since I usually bowled an average of 180. I did bowl below my average and it wasn't because of my mind being on Derek, it thinking about Paul that bothered me. I really did miss him.
After the game, dad and I didn't say anything on the way home until I started crying. He pulled over to the curb and sliding over in the seat he took me in his arms. "What's wrong Larry?"
"I don't know dad. I got so sad thinking about Paulie after you said I looked so much like him and thinking about how much I miss him. I really loved him dad, he was great."
Pulling me a little closer, he kissed me on my temple. "I know son, I shouldn't have said anything I guess. But you look so much like him and I miss him as much as you do."
Dad and I sat there for what seemed like a long time holding each other. Out of the dark and beam of light flashed inside the car and a gruff voice asked "everything alright in there?
Dad turned to the window and then the voice said "Chris, is that you? You okay? Is that Larry there with you?"
Dad put his hand up and the voice dropped the light a little, it was one of our local police officers.
"Hi Don. We are okay. Larry got a little emotional thinking about his brother Paul that I pulled over so he could get himself together before his mother sees him.
Dad slid over and opening the door he got out. I could hear them talking low so I didn't hear it all. Some words sounded like "5 years, upset mother, close to each other." I just sat there not really thinking of anything except the loneliness I felt sometimes. I didn't have Paul to talk with and I told him everything except that I was gay. I wanted to tell him how I felt but I was afraid of what might happen. I was still afraid of what might happen if I ever told my parents.
After a few more minutes, the flashlight went off and Dad got back in the car.
"You feeling better now Larry? Want to go on home or maybe stop for a soda or something?"
"I'm okay dad, lets go on home. I feel awful tired."
Nothing else was said for the rest of the drive. When we got home, I kissed my mother telling her I was tired and I'd see her at breakfast. Going up the stairs I heard her ask dad if I was okay and he made up an excuse about bowling bad and pretty tired from a long day at work.
After stripping my clothes off, I took a long hot shower letting the water run over me until it started to get cool. My mind had been racing trying to figure out why my dad saying I looked just like my brother had set off so many memories of him. Drying off in front of the same mirror Paul had used and now I was. I suddenly stopped and looked at the picture of Paul on my dresser and then at my reflection. It was like we were twins and I had not recognized it. I loved Paul and I missed him but I had found Derek and I was subconsciously feeling guilty about it. I was trying to say goodbye to Paul but my mind was not letting me. I had kept the hurt of losing him bottled up inside for 5 years. I had never really told him how I felt and it was too late.
Tears streamed from my eyes as I picked up Paul's picture and kissed it. I laid my head on the dresser holding the picture crying, great silent chest heaving sobs. Lifting my face to the picture I prayed and asked for his forgiveness and understanding, "Forgive me Paulie, I love you so. You left me too soon and I never really got to tell you how much. I needed you Paulie and then you were gone. Someone has come into my life and he won't replace you but he makes me feel good again. You will always be in my heart big brother."
I laid my head back on the dresser, the tears flowing again and then I felt a calmness covering me and it was as if I could hear from deep in the recesses of my heart, "Be happy little brother, I love you and I will always be with you." It felt like Paulie was in the room, our room with me.
I took Paul's picture to bed with me and I dreamed of Derek and I together and Paul was like a shadow in the background smiling at us as he slowly faded away. As I reached for him, Derek moved in front of me and held me. His blue eyes radiated love and I could feel the glow covering us both. I woke up my mind clear and Paulies picture laid on the pillow next to mine, his smiling face looking out at me. I kissed him and placed the picture back on my dresser.
Dressing after a quick shower, I almost bounced downstairs, Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. They both looked up as I sat down. Mom filled a plate for me and as she sat it on the table in front of me, I took her wrist.
"Sit down please Mom." I asked.
"Well Larry, you certainly look a lot better then you did last night. You must be feeling better." "I do Dad, I talked with Paulie last night."
"Paulie, Paul, you talked with your brother."
"Yes mom, I talked with Paulie. I prayed and he talked with me. It was like he was in the room and I could feel him there with me. He told me to be happy, he loved me and would always be with me."
Tears were welling up in my mother's eyes and my dad just sat looking at me intently.
"Remember Dad, I told you I loved Paulie and I missed him? I do love Paul, I always will but I didn't want to let him go. Ever since he died I held it bottled up inside of me until last night. I cried and cried thinking of him and I prayed. I prayed for his forgiveness and understanding and told him how much I loved him and needed him. When he told me he loved me and to be happy that he would always be with me, I realized I hadn't lost him, just his body."
"You prayed for his forgiveness and understanding Larry? What for?"
"Dad, I asked Paul to forgive me and to understand why I never told him I am gay. When he told me to be happy that is what he meant. Be happy in myself and with those I love. I love you, mom and Paul, I always will but I can't be happy hiding a secret from you like I did him."
Mom sat there holding her napkin to her mouth and after what seemed like an eternity he gave a big sigh.
"It's something we had suspected Larry but not something we would ever ask or condemn you for. Did you and Paul, or was he..."
"No he was not and we did not. We did what any teenage brothers do together but that we did not and he never knew or at least I don't think he did. Paulie and I both knew a lot about each other but that was not part of it."
My Mother got up from her chair and pressed my head to her breast, she had not said a word and she kissed the top of my head.
"Lawrence, this is your home and we both love you. I know how much you loved Paul and he loved you. Your father and I will always be here for you just as we would have been for him."
I looked at my father with tears in my eyes. He looked at me for a few seconds before saying, "Your mother has said all that is needed to be said son" as he got up and moved to join us.
It felt like the entire world had just lifted from me and I felt safe and loved by the two people that I loved most. A few days later I took flowers to Paulie's grave and sat there for the longest time just thinking of him and what we had done in the short time we were together.
Work went by pretty good and at lunch-time I ate the lunch mom packed for me. It seemed to be a little better then usual. I sat in the small park that was close to the lumbar yard thinking of Derek and I was glad I was wearing the same jockstrap to work that I had worn to the bowling alley. I kind of wished I had asked him to call me earlier but I knew it was better that he didn't at least not until after he was 18. We both were safe then.
After work, some of they guys wanted to get a couple of six packs and meet in the same small park I had eaten my lunch in but I told them I had to take my mother some place and begged off.
I drove as if I was headed home but I pulled into a 7-11 parking lot and called my friend Ed Carper at the Tri-State Motel on Copeland Rd. Some girl answered and I asked for Ed and waited while music played in my ear.
"Ed Carper, how may I help you?"
"Eddie, Larry Marks here, how you doing bud?"
"Larry, what's up? Where you been hiding, I haven't seen you around."
"Need a favor Eddie. Do you think you could let me have a room this weekend? Maybe one in the back by the cornfield."
"I don't see why not Larry. You going to be alone or is that a silly question?"
"It's a silly question Eddie. How much will the room be?"
"I'll put in a reservation as Senior Citizen and that will save you a few bucks. Let's see, how about $32. for the night? Do I know your friend Larry?"
"I don't think you know him Eddie, $32 will be okay. Do you need a deposit or something to hold the room?"
"Nah, I'll take care of it. What time will you be here, got any idea?"
"I guess around 5 or 6. Thanks a lot Eddie, I owe you."
"I'll remind you of that. See you on Friday, I'll be on duty."
Tuesday, I remembered it was Derek's birthday and sort of wished I could have been there. I stayed busy on Wednesday trying to keep Derek off my mind. Thursday I was hoping my cell would ring all day and kept it in my shirt pocket. After dinner that evening dad asked me if I wanted to take a walk and help mom's meatloaf settle. I figured he wanted to talk since he seldom asked me to walk with him and I had been waiting for something to come up about me being gay. We talked about next to nothing until we sat on a bus stop bench.
"Larry, I'm not trying to interfere in your life but I need to know something."
"Sure dad, what?"
"Well, I don't know that much about it but with all that's happening your mother and I are worried about you."
I knew what dad was driving at and having a hard time asking it. "You're worried I might get sick?"
"Yes we are Larry and that would kill both of us. Your mother took losing Paul really hard but if she was to lose you, I don't think she could survive that. Being gay, we can accept almost. Rather you weren't but we can't do anything about it. We just want you safe and happy."
"Dad, you and mom didn't raise me to be stupid. You don't have to worry about that happening or if I would ever embarrass you."
"That really makes me feel a lot better son. Your mother asked me if I would talk with you about it and I know she will feel a whole lot better."
The phone vibrated in my shirt pocket and I excused myself too answer. Flipping it open I heard "Larry, Derek."
My heart felt like it had stopped and there was a feeling like relief flooding over me as I got up and moved away a few feet.
"Derek, boy is it good to hear your voice."
"Me too. I've been thinking about you all week. Sorry I couldn't call earlier but my parents have been on and off the phone all day. I took the phone out in the backyard so I could call."
"I've had mine with me everyday, even on the nightstand in my bedroom. You still want to get together this weekend?"
"I was praying you would ask me again Larry. What time can you pick me up? Mom and Dad are going to leave after I get home from school."
"I can meet you anytime after I get off work at 3:30. I got the room already."
"I'll meet you in the church parking lot at 5, is that okay."
"I don't know if I can wait that long Derek."
"Me neither. I can't talk anymore right now. I'll see you tomorrow. Larry, I love you."
Before I could answer the phone went dead but I felt like I was on cloud nine as I walked back to where dad was sitting.
"Must have been good news from the way your smiling."
"A friend of mine, we're going away for the weekend. I've been waiting for him to call."
"Do we know him Larry?"
"No dad, you don't but I'll introduce you to him."
The next day, I pulled into the church parking lot 15 minutes early backing up close to the building so I could watch the trees and bushes where Derek had gone through before. I was excited and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't have a hard-on, I just wanted to see Derek. After only a minute or two, I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Hi there, wanna give a fella a lift?"
I didn't see Derek walk up from behind me. I was so intent on watching the front and hadn't thought about the back. I turned my head so fast in his direction I almost broke my neck. He was grinning from ear to ear.
I filled my lungs with air before saying, "I don't pickup strangers unless they look like you."
Derek laughed as he ran around the front of the truck. Dropping his overnight case in the back he flung the door open and we met in the middle in a back breaking bear hug kissing each other.
I pulled away, pushing him back just a little. "God, I've missed you."
"As much as I've missed you I hope."
We both groped each other and feeling rock hard cocks, we smiled. I slid back under the wheel and Derek slid next to me not back on the passenger side. He let his hand lay on the inside of my thigh as we drove. We glanced at each other but not saying anything. It was almost like we were a couple of kids on first date.
I pulled into Tri-State and parked alongside the office rather then under the canopy. Telling Derek I'd be right back I went inside. Eddie was sitting at the switchboard and looked up when he heard the door chime.
"Hey bud, good to see you. Been a long time. Need that room now?"
Eddie was three years older then me and built like a god, with black hair and green eyes. We had made it once but he was a topper and I wasn't into that, at least not yet. Eddie had a donkey dick on him and I wasn't about to let him fuck me. He always had a smile and was a hell of a nice guy. I pulled out 3 20's and a 10 for the room and laid it on the counter top.
"Hi Eddie. This cover the room okay?"
"Sure thing. Fill out the registration for me while I get your change. When am I going to meet your friend Larry?"
I filled out the registration truthfully except I used my grandparent's address rather then mine. It didn't ask for age or phone number so I didn't worry about it.
"A little later Eddie, we're just getting to know each other right now."
"Okay, I'll be here all weekend if you need anything. The restaurant is open from 6:30AM until 10:30 at night, foods pretty good. I put you in 101 right on the corner. Go straight on back and you'll see it in the last unit. Enjoy your stay."
He had an impish grin and I think I must have blushed at the remark as I took the key card from him.
The room was where Eddie said it would be and I backed into the parking space in front of it. I opened the door as Derek got our overnight cases out of the back.
The room was pretty standard for an expensive motel. There was a double bed against one wall with two built-in nightstands. A metal luggage rack was under the open clothes hangers and a long low dresser with mirror. A 21" color television sat on one end of the dresser. A small table with two chairs and that was it. Clean but not full of luxuries. It was built just for travelers passing through.
Derek put our bags on the luggage rack while I adjusted the heavy rubber backed drapes and the A/C unit. The room was a little musty but the A/C would clear it up pretty quick. I turned off the bright floor lamp and we both turned on the bedside lamps on low.
Neither one of us had really said anything as we fiddled around the room. It was obvious we both were a little nervous and not really sure what to do next. We stood there looking at each other, Derek on one side of the bed and me on the other.
We sat on the edge of the bed at the same time removing our shoes. I crossed my arms and pulled my shirt off over my head and stood up to take off my pants. I didn't have underwear on and I heard "me neither."
I turned around and Derek was standing naked and I froze. I had seen him naked on the seat of my truck but not like this. He stood there holding his jeans in one hand and he looked like an alabaster statue except I could see his smooth sculpted chest rising and falling as he breathed. Large pinkish breasts with dark nipples were centered on his thick defined pectorals. His shoulders and chest were broad and defined, his waist narrow with a hard muscled stomach and a thin line of light brown hair led downward from his belly button to merge with his thick pubic hair. His thick cut cock hung down resting on large balls. His hips were narrow and he had well muscled thighs with a very light covering of almost blond hair that glinted like gold in the low light. He was more beautiful then I remembered.
I don't think I was breathing the entire time my eyes devoured every inch of him, I just stood there even though I wanted to take him in my arms. I could see his eyes running over my body and I found myself hoping he felt the same way I did.
It was almost as if the room was charged with an emotional electricity that was flowing between us, we both moved on the bed at the same time laying close, our bodies not touching. Neither of us was aroused, we both seemed to just enjoy looking at each other as if we were trying to memorize every muscle and line, every little nook. We just laid there looking into each others eyes nothing being said. Derek had blue pools that would change colors with his emotions. I could see a softness that seemed to engulf me and I hoped again that he was seeing what I was feeling for him.
I ran my finger's over his bicep down his forearm and took is hand bringing his fingers to my lips. I kissed each finger and felt his hand running over my thigh. He slowly brought his hand up my ribs and I sucked air in at his touch, he didn't say a word as he explored my body and I explored his. I could feel his muscles moving under my touch. Our fingers ran over every defined line of each muscle sending waves of emotion running through us, a mist of ecstasy seeming to envelope and surround us.
I don't think either one of us realized our cocks had hardened until the heads touched between us. The touching of our cocks was like a fire had been lit and I pulled him closer, tighter and kissed him deeply and passionately out tongues twisting, exploring the interiors of our mouths as our hips joined grinding and pressing.
Breaking the kiss to catch my breath, I said, "Derek, we've got all night, lets take it slow. This is not like in the truck that was sex. I want to make love to you, I want you to know how I feel about you."
"Let's make love to each other Larry. I'm falling for you. I haven't thought about anything but you all week. I need you in my life if you want me."
I leaned to him gently pushing him on his back and kissing him gently as my hand ran over the muscles of his back I just looked at him. Kissing his nipples I bit them gently as his body twisted under me and he groaned his hands twisting my hair. Slowly I lipped kissed his hard muscled body and pushed the tip of my tongue into his belly button. He arched his back lifting my head up and then reaching down he pulled me up to him. Kissing me Derek pushed me over on my back he sat up beside me. Swinging his leg over my hips, he kneeled straddling my hips his cock standing up its length waving gently over mine. He sat on me holding me down by my shoulders and I could feel his balls pressing on mine.
His eyes gleaming he leaned down kissing me gently his tongue running over the line of my mouth. All I could see was a gorgeous body over me with gleaming blue eyes in a smiling face.
"I felt you cum in my mouth but I want too see you cum with me. I want to feel your cock throbbing next to mine."
Derek leaned back and taking my cock in his hand he squeezed us together almost a perfect match. His eyes were gleaming, his chest rising and falling as he started a slowly pumping motion and I could feel the heat, the friction as his hand slid up and down. It was like two steel beams were being welded together and the heat spread through us. Derek's body was glowing with his sweat as he increased the pumping tempo drawing the juice from our bodies. I started breathing heavier as my hips involuntarily tried to match his downward motion. He pressed me down, his hand tight squeezing demanding as he pumped our cocks. I could feel the urgency of my nuts boiling, my cock swelling. Derek's head had dropped back and it was almost automatic, he hand was a blur pumping out the fluids of our bodies. With a numbing surging urgent flash I felt my cum rising and I groaned lifting my body up, reaching for Derek hearing his growling groan, I pulled him to me as our cocks erupted in a hot volcanic blast of thick molten streams of surging sperm spraying up and over us. Rivers of our sperm kept flowing, gushing from our hot throbbing cocks and flowed down from our bodies mixing at the base of our cocks. Our hips were pushing up and meeting Derek's milking hand demanding that more of our fluids be released. Our heads were resting on each other's shoulder as we slowly relaxed. Our sweat running down off our bodies meeting and mixing with the pool of cum that mixed in our pubic hairs.
I fell back on the bed with Derek on top of me his face in the pillow both of us trying to breath normally again. He was still gripping our soft slick cocks.
"That was awesome Larry. It felt like my entire body was going to explode when we started shooting. I could feel every beat of your heart as your cock throbbed shooting gobs of cum. God, what a feeling."
"Mmmmmm, it was really something babe."
We lay together a little longer and then Derek got up and got a damp towel from the bathroom. We wiped each other off and pulling the covers down we slid back in bed holding each other, drifting off to sleep.
"A life will flicker for only an instant in the ebb and flow of time. Love given freely will burn brightly for eternity."
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