Derek & I Copyright 2003 By Lee Mariner
This ADULT fantasy depicts homosexual and erotic situations. Should you find such material offensive or if you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading this material, please leave.
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I am deeply grateful to my friend, Dean, for his invaluable assistance in editing and proofing my work.
mariner1931@hotmail.com ((((( Chapter #39
For a brief time after the conversation with his sister, Derek stood with his back to me, his hand resting on the telephone receiver. Several of the things that I had overheard during the conversation were in a jumble in my mind, and I was anxious to hear about his sister's boyfriend and their visit.
"Well, that was a real surprise," Derek mused as he turned toward me. "You probably figured most of it out, but the part about the boyfriend and his coming with her was a real shocker."
"It sounded like she had surprised you, but I wasn't sure about what until you sort of shouted 'us,' and then said, 'serious boyfriend,' " I replied.
"I was a little confused at first when she mentioned meeting them at the airport, that's why I said 'us', and then she said that she and her boyfriend were just as serious as we are when I questioned her about him," he said as we went to the kitchen. "She knows about us, or at least she does from our Mother's perspective," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That opinion good or otherwise will need to be confirmed or straightened out."
"That shouldn't be any trouble one way or the other, I'll turn on the charm and seduce her like I did her brother."
"I can't wait to see that," he replied, glancing at me with an amused look. "She might be the one doing the charming if I know my sister."
"What are you two talking about?" Mother asked, looking up from the apple pie she was making as we entered the kitchen. "What's all this about 'charming and seducing' someone? Whom are you talking about?"
"Larry's talking about charming my sister, Charlene," Aunt Edith. "She will be here next Tuesday and wants us to meet her and her boyfriend at the airport."
"Next Tuesday, does that mean she will be here for your graduation?"
"That and some other things we need to discuss," he replied.
The kitchen reeked of vanilla extract, cinnamon, flour, and freshly pared apples. My mouth was watering with anticipation. Mother finished placing the covering crust on the pie she was making; and, dusting the flower from her hands with a towel, she stood for a moment looking at the two of us before opening the oven and sliding the finished pie inside to bake.
"I don't believe discussing the situation with your sister as we understand it should be difficult, Derek," She said while double-checking the oven's temperature gauge. "At least not if she has the intelligence of her brother; and, I am sure she does. As for charming her, Lawrence, be yourself, and that will be charm enough."
"Listen to your mother, Larry," Derek said, glancing at her as he snuck a slice of apple from the large bowl on the counter where she was working.
"I always have," I replied, receiving a playful slap on my wrist for not being as quick as he had been in dipping his fingers into the same bowl.
"Wait until the pie has baked, and you both can have a slice with a glass of milk."
"Sounds great, Aunt Edith, but there are a couple of things we need to do first. Can we have a rain-check until later?" Derek said.
"Of course, but no one needs to reserve food in this house, there has always been enough," Mother replied, giving Derek a sharp glance.
"Ooops, looks like I put my foot in that one, didn't I?" He replied, glancing at me grinning, his eyes twinkling.
"You did," I said, taking his arm and pulling him toward the door, "and we had better get out of here before you do it again."
I could hear the light tinkle of mom's laughter as we dashed through the laundry room and down the steps. (((( I wonder what Masters wants," I said as we ascended the steps to our apartment. "The bank isn't open on Saturday."
"It could be a couple of things," he replied as I opened the door. "It might have something to do with Charlene calling or it could be about the check I wrote for the car, but I doubt it is about the check." He said, closing the door behind him as we entered the apartment. "Either way, I don't think it is anything to worry about."
"Why?" I asked over my shoulder.
"Because, whatever it is can wait," he replied as he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him.
I felt the hardness of his erection pressing against the cleft between my buttocks, and the softness of his lips touching the nape of my neck. A chill swept over me, and I leaned my head back alongside his, coyly asking, "It can?"
"It can until we do what I've been wanting to do since we were in the chapel in the park," he said, his hands moving upward from my abdomen and over my chest where his fingers began playing with the hard nipples of my breasts.
Inhaling deeply, and quivering with excitement, I turned in the circle of his arms until I was facing him with my arms around his neck. His eyes gleamed, reflecting the excitement that I was feeling, and his soft succulent lips quivered as he whispered with a passion that I could feel emanating from the depths of his soul, "I wish I could tell the world how much I love and need you."
Spreading his fingers over the tense muscles of my back, he flexed the muscles of his arms, pulling us tightly together. Our lips met in a long lingering kiss, tongues gently probing the erogenous points that sent waves of ecstasy washing over us as our bodies gracefully moved and merged as one as the intensity of our kiss increased with the passion engulfing us. Breathing heavily as our lips parted, I growled, "Fuck me, D." (((( Clothing fell to the floor as we went from the kitchen area to the bedroom. When I fell onto the bed, Derek knelt between my splayed legs falling forward but supporting his magnificent body with his hands pressing into the pillows on either side of my head. As he hand-pressed, his muscles bulged, and his eyes glowed with passion as he lowered his lips to mine. I felt the pressure of his balls and cock pressing against mine, and waves of intense ecstasy flowed through the sinews of my body.
When our lips parted, he body-lifted to an upright position on his knees, ridges of abdominal muscles standing out on either side of the cascading stream of golden hair that merged with the gleaming silky bush that surrounded the thick base of his beautifully circumcised cock. Words were superfluous, and I watched with anticipation as his gorgeously muscled chest heaved with a passion we both were feeling.
Leaning slightly sideways, he reached for the lubricant that was on the night table where it had been left. The beating of my heart seemed to quicken as he squeezed a large amount onto the fingers of one hand. Grinning impishly, he squatted on his haunches, and I flinched, my muscles tightening for a moment at the feeling of my anus being lubricated and then penetrated by his experienced fingers. Breathing deeply, I splayed my legs further apart as I pulled them upward until my feet were on either side of his calves. Running one hand over my thigh, he gently worked his fingers in and out of my ass while he softly cooed, "Easy, Baby, easy."
Rolling my head in the pillows with my eyes closed, I relaxed enjoying the subtle increase in the pressure of the anal massage as he increased the number of fingers he had inside of me in preparation for the entry of his prodigious phallus. With each gentle but firm thrust of his fingers my heart beat increased proportionately with the need to feel him inside of me taking me with a passion that was as intense as what I was feeling. My breath quickened with anticipation as he withdrew his fingers and, I shuddered, waiting for the initial thrust that would culminate in the erotic, mystic coupling of our bodies.
Kissing the inside of my kneecaps, he slipped his arms under my legs, and, as he gently lifted, I assisted him by doing a leg lift. The muscles of my abdomen tightened and then relaxed with my legs on his broad shoulders. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of my chest, and locked his elbows. I felt the crown of his cock brushing my quivering anus, and reaching between one arm and my thigh, I wrapped my fingers around its lubricated length holding it in place. The soft blue of his eyes gleamed with passion and excitement as he gazed down at me, and I felt his weight shifting as he leaned forward against the back of my legs, creating the pressure that would imbed the thick magnificent length of his throbbing cock where no other man had been or ever would be.
The sphincter muscle of my anus contracted involuntarily from the initial pressure of Derek's smoothly tapered cock attempting to enter. Inhaling and swallowing, I pressed downward, and the pressure relaxed. As he thrust quickly, I felt the head of his cock enter and the sphincter muscle tightening behind the crown of his cock. He hesitated until the sphincter relaxed allowing his cock to slowly inexorably penetrate and fill the rectal canal. When the luxuriant hair covering his pelvis rested against the perineum flesh separating my testicles and anus, we sighed together enjoying the exoticism of our being one with each other. With my legs locked around his neck, he placed his hands at the joints where hips join thighs and leaning back, pulled me tighter into his groin, the superbly elongated length of his cock sinking deeper. Waves of rapture penetrated the nerves and muscles of my body eliciting a soft moan, "Jesus, D, it feels fantastic, as if you are where you were always meant to be."
Leaning forward he lowered his lips to mine, and whispered, "I am."
Our eyes locked, and I ran my fingers over his ribs and the velvety soft flesh of his back, his muscles rippling as his hips moved slowly withdrawing and reentering building in speed and force with each piston movement. My hips rose to meet each passionate thrust of his granite hard cock into the boiling cauldron of my bowels, and the passion built between us as we raced to the inevitable pinnacle of carnal satisfaction that we craved. The fire in my loins reached the point of uncontrolled expulsion of the seed boiling in my scrotum, and I felt the intensity of Derek's throbbing cock as we both reached the outer limits of self-control. The natural mechanics of animal copulation increased the intensity of desire and passion, and our muscles tightened with each violent thrust of his hips. I felt my cock swelling from the sensation of a surreal stream of fire racing upward from my churning scrotum spewing thick ropes of sperm over my chest. His sweat mixed with the sperm covering my chest, and I felt his muscles tightening as, groaning, he rammed his spewing cock deep in my rectum.
It seemed an eternity before the intense sensation of our individual yet combined climaxes receded and throbbing cocks slowly wilted. Breathing heavily, Derek collapsed onto me, burying his head in the pillow. Throwing my arms around him, I held him tightly as the rapid beating of our hearts slowly subsided. We lay quietly for several minutes enveloped in the afterglow of sexual satisfaction as our breathing returned to a semblance of normal. I felt his cock slowly slipping from the anal entry that had so desired its invasion, leaving a feeling of absolute emptiness in its wake as it slipped free. Loosening my arms, we inhaled in sync as the feelings of copulation subsided. A sense of well being replaced the feeling of emptiness.
Holding him tightly, and moving my fingers over thick back muscles, I kissed his golden hair and murmured, "I love you, Derek."
Moving his arms up under my shoulders, he rose up onto his forearms and elbows. The intense blue of his eyes softened as he said, "You don't have a monopoly on that; I'm never going to let you get away from me."
"Maybe we should visit the De Voe Chapel more often," I suggested.
"It wouldn't hurt but, I don't think either of us needs a chapel to express what we feel when it is inside of us," he replied, nudging my nose Eskimo fashion and then sliding off of me. Snuggling under my arm he laid his head on my shoulder with one arm between us, and the other over my chest with one leg still over mine, my nuts resting on his kneecap. Reaching down with his free arm, he pulled the sheet over us.
"No," I thought as we slipped off into an easy slumber. "I don't guess we do." (((( The rest of the weekend passed quickly. We drove Mom and Dad to church in the Monte Carlo; but, when Mother had difficulty getting into the back seat, I was sure that she would have preferred Dad's four-door sedan to a two-door coupe style car. Her look of exasperation cemented the thought as she settled into the back seat.
Our family had been members of the church for years, and I could see Mother swelling with pride as she introduced Derek to her friends as her adopted son. Dad's eyes shone with pleasure seeing the radiant smile on her face, and I could almost feel Paul's presence. After services we went to the Island House Restaurant for their outstanding brunch. Many of the church members were there as well, and we politely melted into the background as Mom and Dad became involved in conversations revolving around several church matters that we were not cognizant of. (((( The brunch was as appetizing as it was purported to be, and the selections seemed almost endless. I could see that Derek as like a kid in a candy factory, he had no trouble filling his plate, the two side dishes, and his bread plate. It always amazed me at how much he could eat without gaining any weight.
The conversation around us was the usual after church comments, and an occasional newcomer stopping by our table to say hello to Mom and Dad, and her face and eyes beamed with excitement as she introduced Derek as her adopted-son and my friend. From the looks Derek gave me, I could see that he was enjoying himself. The handshakes of the men and women that we were introduced to seemed to be sincere enough, but many appeared to have a sly and knowing look in their eyes that left a feeling of discomfort.
When we arrived home and Mom had extricated herself from the back seat, it was very obvious, although no words were spoken, that she would be riding in their sedan on any future excursions where we would be along. As she was straightening her apparel, she said, "Would you boy's like to have dinner with us?"
Derek and I glanced quickly at each other, and he answered, 'Sorry, Aunt Edith, but can we take a rain check? There are several things we need to go over before I graduate next Thursday, and we need to get together what we will need to apply for college."
"Oh my stars," she replied, glancing quickly at Dad. "I had completely forgotten about all of that, but what will you do for supper; you don't have any food in the apartment."
"We can make a quick run to Sonics if we get hungry, but after that brunch I don't think I could eat a bite," Derek replied quickly.
"Me either," I said joining in on his assertion of not being hungry.
There was a look of doubt in Mother's eyes as she and Dad turned away without further comment.
((((
"Derek, what things do we need to go over?" I asked as the door shut behind me. "I thought we had decided to apply to William and Mary in Williamsburg."
"We did," he answered, walking ahead of me and undoing his tie and shirt buttons. "But we need to write the Dean of Admissions for applications; and since Mr. Winters had mentioned that his son Adam and his boy friend were going to the college's law school, I thought he might know more about the procedures than we obviously do and give us a hand." he said as we undressed.
"Makes sense," I mused out loud. "I damn sure don't know much about going to college," I said as I hung my suit in the armoire."
"That's only part of it," he said as he slipped his arms around my waist from behind, wedging the soft bulge in his briefs into the cleft between my buttocks.
"You are a horny imp, aren't you?" I asked, turning around within his arms to face him.
"Horny for you, always," he replied, his eyes twinkling roguishly. "But that is not what I was thinking about, at least not now. Do you remember Master's telling us that my grandmother left us a farm in Winchester?"
"Yeah, he mentioned that and a couple of places in Europe that she had left you," I responded, absent-mindedly running my fingers through his thick golden streaked light brown hair.
"Well," he murmured, rubbing our noses together. "I thought we would take a second honeymoon and visit it to see what it's like."
I could feel the passion building as he pressed his hardening cock against mine, and the feel of his fingers moving across my back muscles sent shivers of excitement through me. Moving my hips in answer to the pressure of his hard cock rolling over mine, I growled huskily, "A vacation in the foothills of the Appalachians would be great."
"I thought you might like it," he said, grinding our hard cocks together as our lips met.
We slid our fingers under the waistband of our briefs, our lips locked as we fell onto the bed enveloped in a euphoric fog of lust. ((((
The sound of running water assisted by the aroma of Sandalwood shampoo penetrated the warm veil of slumber. When I reached to where Derek should have been and I didn't feel him where he normally was when I awoke, my eyes flew open. It took me only a second to realize that the familiar sounds and aroma were coming from the bathroom. A feeling of relief washed over me, and then, assisted by the running water, the need to urinate and relieve my bladder registered big time. Throwing the sheet off, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and moved quickly to answer the call of Mother Nature.
Through the shower curtain, I could see the silhouette of Derek standing with his hands behind his head enjoying the luxurious feeling of warm water cascading over him. "Damn, D, you should have woke me," I called out, tense muscles relaxing as a golden stream splashed in the toilet bowl water.
"Good morning, Sleepy Head," he spluttered, pulling the curtain back slightly and sticking his head out, his golden hair flattened from the water. "I started to wake you, but you were sleeping like a baby, and I didn't have the heart," he said.
Milking the driblets and shaking my still partially hard cock, I looked over my shoulder and said, "You should have, D, I thought we might have breakfast at Morrison's Cafeteria over on Brockton Street."
"I've never been there," he replied as he turned the water off. "What's it like?"
"Not bad, good food and just about anything you could want for breakfast."
"Sounds good to me," he said as he pushed the shower curtain back. "We can eat, stop at the bank to see what Master's wants, and then pick up Morgan for his fitting at Hoffmyer's."
His wet body glistened in the bathroom light, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he hand brushed water from his rippling muscles. His wet hair hung in ringlets, and his partially hard cock swung like a pendulum over his free-swinging balls. Looking at me as he ran his hands over his chest, he grinned like a little boy. Breathing in deeply, I said, "God, D, you're beautiful."
"Awwww, you're just saying that," he said grinning and placing one hand on my shoulder for support as he stepped from the shower onto the floor mat.
"Maybe it's because I love you so much," I replied, resisting the temptation to take him in my arms.
"Then we both have the same monopoly; but don't stop saying it; I love hearing it," he replied as he vigorously toweled his gorgeous body.
Stepping into the shower, I pulled the curtain shut as I said, "I never will."
((((
Morrison's was a family style cafeteria restaurant with a wide variety of food to choose from. I had been there for lunch and for dinner with Mom and Dad several times. As in all cafeterias, the patron's eyes became larger than their stomachs and uneaten food was usually thrown away. That wasn't the case with Derek.
"Damn, Larry, this is my first time in this type of restaurant, but I think we should make it a habit at least once a week," he said in an incredulous tone as he surveyed the line.
"They do have quite a choice including eggs cooked to order from the grill," I said, nodding in the direction of the attractive cook working two grills at the end of the line.
Derek selected country ham, hash brown potatoes and stewed fruit compote. I selected spicy country sausage with the hash brown potatoes, but I by-passed the compote preferring a banana and an apple. We both asked for western omelets and that caused the cook to look up at us and say, "That makes it easy, do you want a sharp cheddar or provolone cheese?"
"Sharp cheddar," we both responded in unison.
"It'll take a few minutes," he replied, grinning, his dark brown eyes twinkling. "If you want to go on to a table, I'll have them brought to you when they are ready."
"That makes sense; we don't want to hold the line up," Derek said, glancing at me and winking.
After getting milk and water from the refreshment center, we chose a table close to one of the windows. We had barely finished unloading our trays when a fifteen or sixteen year old dark headed young man of obvious Hispanic ancestry approached the table with our omelets.
"Two Westerns," he said, waiting with a plate in each hand while we rearranged the plates we had placed on the table.
"I hope they are as delicious as they look," Derek said, looking at the omelets and then looking at the boy's name-tag before using his name, "Amado."
"You'll like 'em, Hank's the best cook in the kitchen. He's a lot better than the other cooks," Amado said, a twinkle in his coal black eyes, his broad smile displaying a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.
"I'm sure he is," Derek said, glancing at me with an impish glint in his eyes. "He's probably good at most things he tries...in the cooking line," he added quickly as he took a bite of his omelet.
"Mmmmmmm, delicious," Derek exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
"They really are," I said, supporting Derek's assertion of the omelet's quality.
"Yea!!" Amado responded. " I'll tell Hank you liked 'em," he said as he left the table.
"I don't know whether you made a friend of Hank the cook or of Amado, Derek."
"Either way is okay; and it is a shame Amado is under age. But, you have to admit both of them are nice looking, and the omelet is exceptionally good."
"Now, who is sounding logical?" I asked chuckling under my breath.
"Touche," he replied, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling softly.