Derek & I
DEREK & I
Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
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Chapter #29
The bed was warm, and I was in that fuzzy period between wanting to continue sleeping and waking up. Rolling over and pulling the blanket up over my shoulders, I reached for Derek...; but the bed was empty. The sudden realization that he was not in bed cleared the cobwebs of sleep from my head; and I sat bolt upright calling out, "Derek," and looking around the room.
"In here, Larry," he answered from the bathroom. A sudden wave of relief washed over me at hearing his voice. "I was going to wake you when I finished shaving and showering," he said, walking through the bathroom door as he wiped his face. "What's the matter did you have a bad dream?"
"No," I answered, feeling a little embarrassed. "I've gotten so used to you being in bed with me that it surprised me when you weren't; that's all," I said, throwing the blanket back and sitting on the side of the bed.
"That is why I wasn't sleeping when you came tippy toeing in last night. I also kind of like having you in bed with me," he said, grinning impishly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he vigorously dried his hair while moving, naked, to the bed and sitting beside me.
The intoxicating aroma of the herbal body wash and shampoo he had used filled my nostrils as I breathed and watched the rippling of his muscles as he dried his hair. His thick semi-flaccid cock and full testicles hung invitingly between his legs. The drops of water that clung to the silky bush surrounding the thick base of his cock glistened like small diamonds; and, when my fingers touched the light bronze trail leading downward over his abdomen, his muscles tightened. He hesitated drying his hair for a moment and, breathing in deeply, said, "That will get you into trouble."
"I know," I replied excitedly as I pivoted off of the bed and knelt between his legs, his rapidly growing cock rising to meet my lips. Moaning softly as his cock slid into my mouth, he leaned forward sliding his hands over my back while his strong fingers kneaded the lateral muscles as I greedily sucked, tasting the pre-seminal fluid flowing onto my tongue.
A warm euphoric feeling of excitement flowed over me as I felt his hands moving over my chest, his fingers playing with the hard nipples of my breasts. My aching cock throbbed, and I felt the pre-seminal fluid flowing into my hand as I stroked it in unison with my mouth's sucking on his hardening cock. Derek's arms tightened around my chest, and I could feel the tightening of his muscles as his cock swelled and hardened like tempered steel before erupting with the cataclysmic force of a volcano, spewing thick streams of his sperm into my mouth just as my cock exploded, gushing volumes of hot sperm into my cupped hand.
I felt his cock slowly wilting as it unrelentingly pumped, drawing the bitter-sweet nectar from his balls. I forced its softening length down my throat, clamping my lips tightly around its base as I buried my nose in the soft thickness of his pubic bush, greedily drinking the elixir of his essence. His hands gripping either side of my waist felt like I was being held in the jaws of a vice, relaxing and then tightening as my tongue washed the sensitive crown of his cock clean. As his wilting cock slowly slipped from my mouth, my lips stripped the remaining driblets of the addictive elixir onto my tongue.
"Jesus, D, I'm sorry; but I couldn't resist," I said, breathing in deeply, slipping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his broad chest as I still knelt before him.
"You beat me to it, Lover," he replied looking at me with his soft azure blue eyes, his arms resting on my shoulders. "I wanted to make love last night, but for some reason it felt so good having you holding me that I slipped off to sleep."
"We have plenty of time, and yesterday was enough to tire anyone out," I said leaning toward him and pressing my lips to his in a long lingering kiss.
"Mmmmmm," he whispered as our lips parted. "I love kissing you, especially after we make love; but this time we don't get to exchange the residue left from making love to each other; and I do love that taste," he said, smiling at me wickedly.
"We will...later," I said, grinning as I stood up, holding my dripping cum-filled hand off to the side. "I made a mess; and, after I clean it up, I've got to shower and shave."
"You go ahead; I'll clean it up with my towel, and then I'll make some coffee while you are showering," he replied, grinning impishly as he dipped his finger into my cum-filled palm and stuck it in his mouth.
"Damn, Derek, you're a devil," I said, as he sensually exaggerated sucking on his finger as he knelt to wipe the floor clean.
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The shower felt great; and, while I was relaxing under the water, I heard Derek come into the bathroom. I called out, "Derek, you had better hang it on one of the towel bars and not put it in the clothes hamper or it will mildew."
"We need a couple of more towel bars, Larry; there is only one here," he said. "If we had a washing machine, it could be thrown in it instead of being hung up to dry for your mother to wash."
"Maybe we need to get one, or do you think we should have a washing machine and dryer installed when the remodeling is done?"
"Of course we should; we can't expect your mother to continue doing our laundry. Another good reason is that I don't like the idea of using a launderette," he answered.
"Me neither," I said, sticking my head out between the shower curtain and wall.
"We'll talk about some of the things we want after you finish showering," he said.
Derek had made the bed while I was in the bathroom, and he had laid his clothes out. Quickly slipping on my briefs, I laid out jeans and a pullover next to his clothes before going into the kitchen/living room where he was waiting. I could smell the coffee he had said he was going to make; and, when I entered the room, he was sitting at the table with his mug.
"I started to pour a mug for you, but I didn't know how long you would be," he said, looking up from a yellow legal pad which lay in front of him.
"Just as well, D," I said as I walked toward the counter. "You put in a little more sugar than I like in the last cup."
"I'll remember that," he replied, nonchalantly glancing up at me and grinning, his eyes twinkling brightly.
"We still have a few things to learn about each other," I thought to myself as I poured the coffee and added a small amount of sugar.
"It really wasn't too bad, D; but I like the taste of the coffee, especially early in the morning," I said, tasting the coffee as I moved away from the counter to the table.
He was engrossed in what he was doing on the pad; and, as I sat down, I asked, "Whatcha writing?"
"Just some ideas for remodeling the apartment, but we will still need to call the architect that your dad told us about," he answered, pushing the pad toward me.
"Mrs. Rowe," I replied as I set my mug down and pulled the pad in front of me. "Her business card is on the dresser," I said, glancing down at what he had drawn and his notations.
He had sketched out a rough floor plan of a separate living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. The rooms appeared to be a little larger than at present, but the big change that I noticed was the change of the outside stairs to the inside of the garage with a door to the stairs just inside the garage.
"What do you think, got any ideas?" he asked.
"I like the layout and the way you have changed the stairs to the inside of the garage instead of outside. Dad had a hot water heater installed on that side of the garage when the apartment was built for Paul, and we can have the washer and dryer installed beneath the steps where they will be out of the way," I said, breathing in deeply before asking, "One thing though, aren't the rooms larger than they are now?"
"Yeah," he said excitedly, leaning over the table and pointing with his finger as he spoke. "I was thinking that instead of a one car garage, we could enlarge it to a double for your truck and your dad's car. That way our apartment rooms could be made larger and both vehicles would be inside out of the weather."
When he leaned back from the table, I could see the excitement in his eyes and his chest expanding as he breathed excitedly, the large pinkish-brown aureole around the dark nipple on each breast muscle more clearly defined.
"I don't think dad would mind that at all, Derek," I replied, quickly looking down at the rough sketch. "He's always fussed about my truck being outside, and he wanted to enlarge the garage once before; but he didn't have the money to do it, at least not then." I said, feeling his infectious excitement building as I looked at the sketch.
"We can do what he wanted, Larry; and, at the same time, Mom can tell Mrs. Rowe what she would like done inside the house."
When I heard him call my mother 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith,' I looked up at him. He was smiling broadly, and the brilliant blue of his eyes was shining. I wasn't going to mention it, but he must have read my mind and said, "I know; I know that I called her 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.' What the hell, your mother has been as much of a mother to me as my own has, and I don't think she would mind if I stopped calling her 'Aunt Edith', and I'll ask your father if I may call him 'Dad.' "
"I don't think either one of them will object, D," I said, wishing the table was not between us so that I could take him in my arms and show him how I felt.
In any case, the point became moot when he jumped up and literally lifted me from my chair, grabbing me in a rib-crushing bear hug and pressing his lips to mine.
"Good Christ, D, remind me not to get you excited very often. My ribs feel like they are broken," I exclaimed as our lips parted from a kiss filled with love not passion.
"I can't help it, Larry," he exclaimed still excited. "I love your mom and dad, and most of all I love you," he said without removing his arms from around me.
I felt the pressure of his cock pressing against mine, and I knew if we clung to each other much longer it would be quite a bit longer before we did much of anything else. Placing a hand on each hard bulging breast muscle, I leaned back in his arms unconsciously intensifying the pressure on our hardening cocks pressed between us; and, from the look in his eyes, I knew he was feeling the same pressure.
"Unh unh," I said reluctantly shaking my head and breathing in deeply attempting to suppress the desire building in my loins. "Not now."
"Why not?" he growled huskily as he leaned forward nuzzling my nose with his.
"Derek, please," I pleaded, reluctantly pushing against his chest. "As much as I want you, there are other things we need to be doing..., lots of other things."
Still holding me tightly, he seemed to be enjoying the feel of my feeble struggles; and I could see, from the look in his eyes, that he knew that if he held me a little longer my will power to resist would melt and that I would succumb to the desires I felt. I could see in his gleaming eyes that he was experiencing the same desires I was. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart pounding under my hands still pressing against his chest, when he suddenly smiled, his brilliant white teeth flashing, as he laughed aloud. "Logical Larry, where would I be if we hadn't met?" he said, releasing me from the steely grip of his arms.
"I don't know the answer to that; but, if you continue to squeeze my ribs like you do, I'm going to invest in a steel girdle for self-protection," I said, feigning discomfort, and teasingly exaggerating the grip of his arms around me.
"I'm sorry, Larry," he exclaimed in a concerned tone, placing his hand gently on my forearm. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't, not really," I replied, inwardly elated at his concern. "Come on; let's get dressed and get something to eat. I'm starved, and that protein breakfast I had earlier won't hold me until lunch," I said, dodging his playful punch at my shoulder.
"Jesus, me too, I didn't realize it until you just said it; but, at least, you've had more to eat than I did," he said, playfully slapping my ass as we went into the bedroom.
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When we came into the kitchen, Mother was standing at the sink where she usually was; and she looked over her shoulder saying cheerfully, "Good morning, boys. I was wondering if you were going to be here. Have you had your breakfast yet?"
No, Ma'am, not yet," we both said in unison, glancing at each other and grinning.
"Well then, Lawrence, both of you sit down while I fix your breakfast and don't tell me you have things to do. Nothing is as important as a good breakfast; and, unless I am badly mistaken, the two of you have only had coffee," she said authoritatively, her tone indicating she would not brook any excuses.
"But, Mom," I started to wail in a plaintive tone, stopping when she gave me a withering look and said, "No buts, young man, sit."
Derek gave me a sheepish grin as he sat down, his eyes twinkling in amusement at my dilemma. As for me, I knew from experience that any further protests would lead to a harsher rebuke; and I sat as instructed. Mother was not to be crossed when her mind was set.
Mom prepared ham and eggs with toast while we drank the orange juice she had set before us. Derek glanced up at me every now and then as we ate in silence under Mom's watchful eye from across the table where she sat sipping her coffee.
I hated to admit that I was hungry, but I was; and, from the way Derek was wolfing his food down, I could see he too was hungry. I grinned thinking about his earlier remark about not having as much to eat as I had.
"Now then," Mom said as we pushed our empty plates to the side and finished drinking the tall glasses of milk she had poured. "What was so important that it could not wait until after breakfast?"
Derek hesitated, glanced at me and said, "I don't guess it is all that important, Mom; but we need, or rather we want, to call Mrs. Rowe, the architect that Larry's boss recommended; so we can see whether or not she would be interested in the remodeling project."
We sat quietly, looking back and forth at each other and then Mother. I thought I detected a misting in her eyes from hearing Derek call her 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.' For a moment, I thought maybe it hadn't been such a good idea and that it had brought back memories of Paul when he and I had sat at the table talking with her much as we were right now.
Derek must have thought the same thing for he reached across the table and, taking her hands in his, said softly, "I hope you don't mind my calling you 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.' "
The look in Mother's eyes was the same as I remembered when she looked at Paul; and, breathing in deeply, I started to speak when she glanced at me and, squeezing Derek's hands, said, "Of course I don't, Derek; it's good to hear it."
"Sheesh," he exclaimed exhaling softly. "I was afraid that I had brought back some bad memories."
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, dabbing the corners of her eyes with a wadded up napkin. "There are no bad memories, Son only good ones; and, hearing you call me 'Mom' brings back the good ones."
"Great," I said exuberantly. "See, D, I told you she wouldn't mind."
"No, I don't, Lawrence; but, if I ever meet Derek's mother, I don't think he should address me in that manner in front of her. After all, she is his mother."
"Only in name. She has never acted like a mother," Derek said softly as he withdrew his hands, looking at Mom and me.
For a moment, a pall of sadness settled over us; and memories of Derek's last night at home flashed in my memory. In an effort to relieve the sadness, I took his hand in mine and said, "Your mother did try to intercede for you the night that you called me, D. I heard her pleading with your father."
"Yeah, I remember that much," he replied, lifting his head, his icy blue eyes glistening brightly through a veil of tears. "That was a rough night, and there really wasn't very much she could have done."
"At least she tried," Mom said, slipping the wad of napkins into his hand. "I'm sure she was upset at your father's actions, but when a man is angry there is very little a woman can do to prevent it, and what you must remember is that she tried."
"Mom's right, D," I said softly.
"I know she is," he answered. "But, it is kind of hard to forget much of the past."
"Of course it is," Mother replied. "It will take time, but I am sure everything will work out for the best. Just give her time."
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We then sat quietly talking about the changes we were considering, and Mother had several good ideas about what she would like to have done in the house although she protested Derek's assuming the expense. Derek with his inestimable charm overcame her objections, and I could feel a bond developing between them. It made me feel warm inside watching the way they looked at each other and listening to them talking. Memories of Paul and the way he could manipulate Mother when he wanted something flooded my memory; and, for a brief moment, I felt a twinge of jealousy; but, when Derek glanced up at me as we discussed the plans we had sketched out, I could see a warmth in the depths of his eyes that washed away any feelings other than those of the growing bond between us.
"Well," Mom said after listening to us and injecting her own thoughts. "I should think you have quite a bit to do; but be sure that you and Derek discuss your plans with your father, Lawrence."
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered glancing at Derek who was beaming. "We will."
"Good, it is always good to keep him in the loop when something of this nature is being planned, although I doubt very much that he will have any objections," she said, winking almost impishly and smiling at us .
I knew, instinctively, that her opinions would be given the greatest consideration by Dad and in all likelihood would prevail with only minor changes.
"Why don't we call Mrs. Rowe, Larry, and see if we can arrange an appointment to meet with her," Derek said, radiating enthusiasm.
"Why not!" I replied just as enthusiastically. "And, after we talk with her, we can drive over to see Dad."
As we were getting up from the table, Mother turned and said, "I don't know if it is such a good idea to be bothering your Father at work, Lawrence."
Derek and I looked at each other for a moment, hesitating at her admonition, and then I said, "I don't think he will mind, Mother. Mr. Carlson recommended Mrs. Rowe to Dad, and he may not have mentioned it, but I'll bet Mr. Carlson was thinking about providing materials for the job if things work out."
"Oh hush," she answered, feigning a tone of disgust as she continued, "You men are always plotting something or the other."
"You wouldn't have it any other way," I said softly in answer to her mocking but loving comment, as I glanced at Derek, nodding as we moved up behind her and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Get on with you," she replied, shrugging her shoulders; but, not very forcefully. "I have things to do besides sitting around and talking with you two."
"Yes, Ma'am," we answered gleefully as we went into the living room to call Mrs. Rowe.