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`See The Good In All Things' 17
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
(Dr. Richard Webster: flashback: a glimpse of his past!)
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From that first encounter, at seventeen years old, Richard Webster, over rapid succession of the years, has matured into an intelligent and quite the handsome of men. If not for his high school guidance counselor, Derek Winters, prudently breaking rules and codes of conduct, he might not have found his niche in society.
Due to life throwing him some bad curves, what had been a crazy outcome, Richard winding up a seventeen year old ninth grader, in his first year of high school, it was not the end of the world. The beginning of what would have become a pitiful life, transformed into becoming a wonderful, lifechanging experience for Richard.
Thinking, years back, if not for his guidance counselor, 'Mr. Winters', Richard would have never have been bumped up from ninth grade, into the senior class, in the matter of less than a month. By the time the authorities discovered Richard was living with his counselor at his West Windsor home, legal documentation was in place to justify his place of residence.
On any given night it might be found the unlikely pair, an almost eighteen year old high school student and the twenty-five year old guidance counselor, curled up on the sofa in front of a raging fireplace.
Whether or not the fire licked the logs, or love's passion drove them into a sweat, Richard and Derek wouldn't hesitate to help each other off with their shirts and after some sweet kissing, remove the rest of their clothing.
What started with kissing each other fervently, often it was Derek tumbling off the sofa, lips still attached, working at his belt buckle.
"It amazes me to no end how you do that, Derek."
"What on earth do you mean?"
They both knew, not the first time Derek's lips remained cemented to Richard's and while sweetly French kissing, hands were busy unbuckling a belt, unzipping and all in two swoops of the hands, Derek's pants were down to his ankles. Second scooping of briefs, were a wide girth, making sure the elastic waistband didn't get caught on his hard shaft.
Lying there of the sofa, Richard takes to placing hands behind his head and in relaxed format, "well, you going to finish the striptease?"
It depended. Derek might, or if fickled in an unknowing way, might kick his pants and briefs off as he asserts himself in laying down on his lover's bod, exclaiming, "depends on what's in it for me!"
Either way, Richard didn't question it, "have I ever dissapointed you?"
From then until Derek's hands busied, working Richard's pants free from around his waist, that magical way of multitasking, there were no words spoken. The only sounds were of Richard, moaning or groaning as Derek worked his lips from kissing, to licking the underside of his lover's chin, licking light, fuzzy chest hair or stopping along the way to purse lips over a nip. He had viewed it often, out by the pool, or in the shower, when the pair were able to bathe together, or dressing, Derek viewing that teen treasure trail. His tongue gliding down it, gave it a whole new meaning.
Not only could Richard feel the wet tongue swoop over his navel, 'riding the tiger trail', but could tell how much Derek was enjoying it.
It could ellicit a remark such as, "didn't have enough dessert, Derek?"
The one thing leaving Richard guessing was Derek's remark, being either 'uh-huh' or 'un-uh', negative or positive, whatever, it all ended up the same, Richard's hands on both sides of Derek's head, helping him to bob up and down like a carousel!
Being Richard had progressed from ninth to twelfth grade, brought to attention by his guidance counselor to the state testers, school principal, system administrators and the remarkable outcome of the testing, everyone was amazed at how Richard could do so much on his own.
It was a special day at school for Richard, and Derek wanted it to be so. Not which he was blowing his own horn over arranging everything, but for the true fact that Richard could educate himself and carry on this false charade, it amazed everyone.
When it was questioned, Richard being so studious, yet remaining in the ninth grade, his response was, "either I didn't know how to go about it, or I didn't think it was important. And," he smiled, felt melancholy, empathy filling his mind, "if it wasn't for Mr. Winters, I probably would have been graduating from the ninth grade."
The group of a dozen school and state personnel, some wanting to be there as mere spectators, congratulate both student and school counselor. Then they feasted!
On the way home, usual routine, Richard walking down the road to the park and Derek picking him up, to throw off suspicion they were living together, "oh, by the way, Richard, the part about you thanking me for graduating as a senior and not a ninth grader?"
Even though Richard knew what was coming, "you want a kickback?"
"Well, I was thinking, you're going to need a new tuxedo for the prom and..."
And, it wasn't what Richard was thinking, that maybe Derek would speed home and they would spend a nice evening in front of the fire. However, it was good Derek digressed, "about that, I don't suppose you can go to the prom with me?"
"If we're trying to play it cool, I don't think that's an option."
Having thought about a second option, sure Derek would shoot him down, "in that case, what would you say about Chance?"
It hit Derek in a weird way, not which he kept tabs on every student in the school, "Caleb Dubois? One of the students who bullied you?"
Not exactly on their daily menu of conversation, Richard divulges, "ever since that incident, Chance has been acting kind of friendly towards me, saying 'hi' whenever our paths cross. Once, when you had to be at an after school meeting, I was sitting at a picnic table doing homework. He came and sat down."
At that, thinking their carefully thought out plan of remaining incognito had been discovered, Derek leans on the brake, "do you think Caleb knows about us?"
Actually, the good thing the light had turned red, which made it an abrupt stop, Richard saying, "a little heavy on the right foot, Derek?"
"Don't change the subject. What about Caleb?"
"Nothing much. He acted like an ordinary dude. He was friendly. In the course of the few times we met up..."
"There was more than one time?"
Richard says in a blaming tone, "well, if you were out of school at 2:30 on the dot, instead of hanging around till four or five?"
"You know there's a good reason when I'm late in picking you up?"
"I know. Green light."
As he proceeds through the interaction, after viewing the smile on Richard's face, "so, what about Caleb?"
"Nothing. He's like a regular guy. When he sees me in the park studying, he'll come over to the picnic table, sit and we talk."
Nervously, Derek asks, "what does he talk about?"
Richard knew why Derek was turning this into an interrogation, "don't worry. He thinks it's cool you pick me up every day."
Thank goodness there was no traffic coming up his rear, Derek not totally stopping, but slowing, "and you told him about you and me?"
"I know I should have told you, but yeah, and Chance thinks it's okay and," while Richard was getting it all out on the table, "he's okay with it. In fact, I invited him over sometime and he's okay with that."
It was a lot for Derek to digest. So much, that he pulled off into the strip mall.
Being Derek had mentioned stopping at their usual 'tux' hangout, Richard says, "so, what about my tux for prom?"
He knew Derek was perturbed. One means by which Richard could tell, drumming both fingers over and over at the top of the steering wheel.
"You don't have to give me the silent treatment."
"I'm not giving you the silent treatment."
"You don't have to be nervous about Chance telling anyone."
It was like a trigger, Derek suddenly freezing all ten digits at the top of the steering wheel, "I'm not."
An act of trust, plus to calm Derek's intuition, Richard pulls on an arm, "I know I probably should have been upfront with you about Chance. Ever since the day he got into trouble, he's regretted doing what he did. It took him three times to apologize to me and each time I told him I accepted his apology."
Derek spoofed, "did he get down on his knees and apologize?"
"What do you think?"
Okay, so he really wasn't thinking that, but since Richard was manning up to it, Derek lightened up, "and so, he meets you at the park everyday?"
"Not at first. Fact is, Chance told me he used to stand in the forest and hide behind a tree and observe me."
"It's called 'stalking'!"
"Whatever you think it's called, the point is he was trying to get up the nerve to come over to me and apologize and for that, I think Chance has got a lot of balls."
If a more cheery matter, Derek would've asked 'how big'. One of those quick decisions, he did decide to put it on the table, "okay, so we know Caleb has big balls. Do you want to fast forward this?"
"I didn't say Chance had big balls," but the thought makes Richard stop, like it was the end of the story.
Older, wiser, been there, done that, Derek questions, "what makes me think you know?"
"Know what?"
"How big Caleb's balls are?"
Derek didn't know Caleb well, never studied his crotch, but wouldn't hurt if he did know something which didn't make it to a studen't file folder!
"You're a twenty-five year old school psychiatrist."
"What does that have to do with Caleb's balls?"
Richard wisely retorts, "because you should know, two teen guys at the height of discovery, wanting to find out together what it means to be gay?"
It wasn't textbook logic, but Derek caught Richard's drift, "so, you want to fill in the blanks?"
Richard's logic, "not unless you want to pop a boner right here in the car?"
It's at this point a decision has been made to leave the rest of the story until they get home.
Putting the car in gear, Derek looks in the rear view cam to back the car out.
"Hey," Richard puts a hand on Derek's shifting hand, "isn't that your friend, 'Bill'?"
"Bill?" Derek looks forward, shifting back to park. "Bill, who?"
"Remember you showed me pictures of 'Bill', the security guard at the college you used to go to?"
"You remembered what Bill looks like from the pictures I showed you? Damn you're good!"
Changing subjects, whether it was whether Caleb having discovered the secret living arrangement between Derek and Richard, or the size of Chance's balls, it all went out the window.
"Photographic memory," Richard snickers.
"I'll say. So, you're sure it was the same 'Bill'?"
Jacking the door handle, Richard says, "only one way to find out."
Both get out and looking over the hood of the car, Derek says, "what about your prom tux?"
"Are you kidding," Richard more dictates than suggests, "you're buying me one!"
Slamming the doors and proceeding to the sidewalk, Derek grumbles, "I had a feeling that was coming."
Lo and behold, when Richard holds the door open for Derek, he runs smack into the campus dorm security guard.
"Bill, it is you!"
Bill was glad to see Derek too, the bearded cub giving him a reciprocal hug. Yet, over his shoulder he was giving Richard looks up and down, from head to belt and beyond.
"Who's this, your son?"
"Now Bill, do I look old enough to be a father?"
"I dunno!"
Derek had thought it over, what to call his relationship to the high school student, "more what you would call my responsibility, since months ago I had temporarily, legally adopted," he introduces, "Richard."
"Hmm," Bill's one eyebrow went up, thinking as he gazes at Richard, "whatever you say."
New to himself, Richard knew Derek would have a problem in explaining it, gets him off the hook, "do you think we can eat first, 'Dad'?"
It threw Bill a whammy, but getting it, 'father-son', "well, let me show you to the best seat in the house."
On the way to their table, not which Bill had the obligation to seat them, Derek led the conversation as to how the former campus security guard came to leave the profession and take up being owner of his own restaurant.
When he got called to the kitchen, something about rotten tomatoes, it gave the pair something to talk about other than Chance's balls.
"So, do you believe everything Bill told us?"
"Hey," Derek shushes it aside with his hand, "the four years I knew Bill, there were wild things going on."
"Yeah," Richard was doubting the reasons beyond Bill inheriting the restaurant from an uncle, "but do you think Bill was only a fixture in his uncle's dungeon?"
A loud laugh, which had Derek looking around, making him calm his voice, "I highly doubt it, but I do wonder if he was on the giving end or the receiving?"
"Well, you went to some of his parties. Did Bill ever do any dungeon stuff," Richard acts meek, "not which I would know what goes on?"
"Now that," Derek points the finger, "I would highly doubt!"
Richard sat convicted, a smile on his lips.
"Yes?"
"I might have seen a video or two."
Derek just shook his head, but then had a different take on it, "well then, at least when I tell you something, you won't be totally in the dark."
All ears and eyes, Richard says, "well?"
"Later. We don't want to go and get the carpet all wet, do we?"
"Nope."
If Derek's story went any of the way the gay porn video he viewed, watching a dude's sauce fling all over the place at sound of a whip cracking over his back, Richard could imagine how quickly soaked the rug could become under their table. Like most videos, at the end there's always a gooey mess and what he can suspect, in a room full of dudes, a stench of spent loads.
Breaking Richard out of his reverie, he hears Derek say, "is that you James?"
"Ow wow," Richard follows suit, getting up out of his chair.
James greets them both, first a hug for Derek, then more of a cushy pulling together of bods, "I never got a call from you, Richard?"
For the reason James was being more chummy with Richard, Derek mushes his face up into a distorted look, mimicking, 'I never got a call from you, Richard!'
Being Richard was looking over James' shoulder, he mouths the word, 'behave!'
"Busy with school."
One conversation to the next, they learn James left their 'tux' hangout eatery when it closed and now works for Bill.
While Derek monopolizes the conversation it gives Richard time to weigh up the situation, as to why he never followed up on calling James. Biggest reason, he just wasn't up on dating anyone, let alone a frat guy. Even though Derek told him he had the confidence to meet up with another guy, Richard wasn't so sure himself, so it was put off.
When there was a lull in the conversation, Richard did confess, "even though I never called you, James, I hung onto the box you wrote your number on. Is it still the same?"
Whipping out of a pocket, James says, "you can toss that in the garbage. I had cards made up."
He gives one each to Derek, another in Richard's. Richard got a smile, Derek none!
Derek quick reads, "you do house parties?"
Frank about it, James says, "only gay and you've got to want to see some skin, if you know what I mean?"
Staring at Richard, Derek says, "do you pop out of graduation cakes?"
Very well knowing who Derek talked about, James says, "yeah, and right into his lap!"
"Cool!" Richard replies.
Throwing a downer into it, Derek says, "never mind. I'll have you waiter."
Giving the heads up at Richard, James says, "not if 'he' has anything to say about it," he takes the liberty of doing a crotch tug!
Dropping two menus on the table, Derek says, "well, I guess this is our new restaurant hangout."
Richard sat there, hiding behind the tall menu.
When Derek didn't get a response, "okay, what's up?"
Without lowering the menu, Richard says in a deep, dark tone, "I want a cake for graduation."
Derek is a reasonable man, "fine. You can have a graduation cake."
"I want James inside it."
"Okay, have it your way," he hated seeing Richard unhappy.
Allowing his menu to tumble forward, Richard has this smile on his lips, "thanks."
Crumbling up half of a lip, Derek says, "I suppose you'll want all the bells and whistles?"
"No. Just James."
"Oh?"
Richard smiles, saying, "and then, to thank you for throwing me a lavish graduation party, I'll thank you by inviting James to stay for the night!"
Jumping at the chance, Derek says, "do you think we should ask him now, or wait?"
"We better not wait. I bet, with his hot bod, his calendar fills up fast!"
Later on, while on their second bottle of champayne, courtesy of the management, Bill headed back to their table. He got into conversation with Richard in regards to graduating high school and where he was headed to college.
It then came to Bill, "well, if you're going to be within traveling distance of the restaurant, I'm hiring, if you need employment?"
Derek was totally in the dark, with Richard saying, "that might be a possibilty, but would you happen to have any openings now, for a friend?"
Bill was being selfish, wanting to get Richard hanging around like some of his permanent fixtures, "if they're anything like you?"
Richard didn't mind Bill hanging by his side of the table. Standing there with his legs crossed, a hand to the top of his chair, he could easily see in the stretched fabric of the cub's white dress shirt. Somewhat of a fetish, Derek having a nice frontal view of hair, he's getting to the point of almost wanting to worship any hairy man.
"Well," Richard entices, "from what you've seen so far, I'll have to leave you up to the judge of that, Bill!"
Derek was a little surprised at the wisecrack from Richard, but laughed along anyway.
A boisterous reply, Bill says, hammering the table with a fist, "hired!"
When he walks off, Derek gives Richard the 'third degree', "so, Caleb needs a job now, does he?"
Knowing he hadn't mentioned it to Derek, yet, "I know. I didn't tell you, but how can I when I remembered it just this minute. You know, word association, when Bill mentioned it?"
"So. What else don't I know about Chance, other than he's 'Caleb'?"
From what Richard tells Derek about Caleb, he learns the teen grew up being an unhappy kid. From early teen years he had an abusive father, until his mother got fed up with it. With the help of a boyfriend, the mother and he hired a hitman, who did away with the father. The plot found out, it orphaned Caleb. Shuttled off to a rich uncle, Caleb found himself in the opposite of demographic situations. Whereas he was an only child before, now he had two siblings. Both males, they took care of Caleb, for sexual and other favors. To the parents of the household things ran along fine. When they were at work or off on one of their cruises, the household was ruled by the step-siblings.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Derek says, finishing up on his soup.
The boys, twins, and a year older than Caleb/Chance, they would hold wrestling matches. Turning a finished basement into a ring, they would line the floor with sofa pillows and cushions.
"Caleb pretty much outlined what happened each time they had these matches, during his first time. It was always two against one. First they would trip him, pushing him down into the cushions. One of the twins would pick him up and put him in a full nelson. The other would stand in front of Caleb and punch him in the stomach. After a couple of gut punches, Caleb again fell into the cushions. They would pick him up and the other twin would have his go at Caleb's abs. His ordeal would end with him placed on a table, his head over the end and he was pumped from throat and ass."
"Poor kid. This is still going on?"
"No. The twins went off to college."
Derek says, "I can imagine how and why Caleb got involved in a gang that likes to bully and terrorize."
With sincere empathy, Richard says, "do you think there's hope for him?"
Taking out his cellphone, Derek says, "I will make a note of it to call him down to my office on Monday." Pocketing it, "and yes, I think it would be a good opportunity if you and Caleb got jobs working here."
It surprises Richard, "me?"
"Well, you don't expect me to pay for all your college tuition and expenses?"
It didn't occur, "you're going to pay for my college?"
"Unless you intend on graduating with a pile of debt in your lap?"
Richard leans in, "I'd much rather have your mouth there!"
From their conversation with James, it's learned Conor was laid off, but had found a new interest to pursue.
"Butler school?" Derek furthers, "are we talking about the same Conor?"
Here's where Derek had a few facts on someone, whereas Richard had the know-all on Caleb.
James directs to Richard, "you've met Conor, right?"
"Yeah."
"Meeting him for the very first time, what did you think of him?"
Giving his own opinion of the physical features, "tall, drop-dead gorgeous and," the last unmistakable, "ginger?"
James adds, "and you've probably never seen him without his shirt," he's straightforward with Richard, "mm, what a hot, hairy chest, stomach and, well, other places!"
Derek, who felt compelled to drop a hand into his lap, "and you would know all this James, because of?"
"Hey, a guy's gotta pay the rent?"
Young and not having the experience, Richard says, "you slept with him for pay?"
"Let's just say, Conor, he knows a lot of guys who like birthday cake!"
The joke made James and Derek roar with laughter, Richard warming up to the humor.
Not which Derek knew exact figures, but for the fact his rich father had maids, a butler and other servants, "any kind of education is pricey. How is Conor handling the finances? Last thing I heard he was strapped for cash."
"Frankly," James gives them the lowdown, "I'm probably going to take the heat from Conor, but he and I, we're living with two other dudes in a trailer park outside of Trenton. It's not too comfortble. Plus, a downer, the other two are straight."
"Oh," Derek humors them, "two straight guys, you say? Horrible living conditions!"
"I don't see the humor," Richard burst Derek's balloon.
Rethinking himself, Derek says, "me neither."
"I mean," Richard gets on his soap box, "here we live in one out of nine bedrooms and they're in a trailer with two other guys."
"Your point?"
James excused himself!
"You know what my point is."
Surely, Derek did. Fact is, whenever Richard got into one of his crusades, Derek knew there was only one way out, "so, what do you want to do about it?"
"What can I do? It's not my house!"
There it was, back in Derek's court.
"Well there, you've gone and done it."
"Done what?"
"Gone and twisted my arm."
"Twist your arm?" Richard sits there blank-faced.
"I think this would make a good end-of-the-year project for you, figuring out how much a room is rented for, researching the area to find out appropriate amount for rent, having legal contracts drawn up and then setting up rules and regulations for perspective renters."
"Aren't you forgetting something, Derek?"
"No."
"It's your house?"
"Not if you give me to the close of business Monday, to remedy that little detail?"
Richard sat there, hands in his lap, but he wasn't playing with himself. He was thinking. He takes his mind off the brain work, "I don't get it."
Derek was wiser than that, "oh yes you do."
"You're going to take a million dollar estate and entrust it to a seventeen year old kid, who you hardly even know?"
"Half a million? Nah it's worth much more than that, but you're only owning half. A little over a million will be your share. But don't worry, I'll have some prenuptial agreement thrown in for just in case."
"Prenuptial? I'm supposed to be something like your son. How did you come up with that?"
Cool as a cuke, Derek proposes, "well, you're eighteenth birthday is coming up and being we're going back to higher education, there's more advantage for married couples, fully matriculated?"
"Wait, you said, 'we'?"
"You totally amaze me, Richard!"
"Don't change the subject. You're going back to school? When and where?"
Cool and collective, Derek spells it all out, "Rutgers of course and just think, we can both use the same parking permit!"
"How come you didn't mention anything about going back to school before now?"
Setting champagne flutes aside, other dishes, Derek motions for Richard to reach across the table.
Picking hands out of his lap, Richard obliges, "you're not going to do anything dumb, like propose?"
"If I had a ring, I probably would, but since I don't, let's make a pact."
"Pact? Sounds like you're getting ready to make a proposal."
Derek smiles, saying, "and what would be so wrong with that?"
In all of a few seconds Richard has had time to think, "nothing, I guess."
"Would you be terribly opposed to being Mr. Richard Winters-Webster?"
"Ewe, that sounds horrible!"
Derek had to admit, "yeah it does sound barfy."
"Barfy?"
"Forget it," Derek drops Richard's paws.
Sitting back, Richard leaves a consolation, "Webster-Winters doesn't sound half bad?"
When James comes back to the table, much to Richard's surprise, Derek says, "how long would it take you and Conor to pack up your stuff and haul it over to my place? I've got a couple of rental rooms available?"
"For real? Um, like how much rent?"
"Trust me," Richard handles this one, "it's not all that much."
He went to shake Derek's hand, putting James off, "oh, don't thank me. Richard here is your new landlord."
Very glad to hear that, especially at such a young landlord, "is he for real?"
Smirking, not sure of how all this was going to go, Richard says, "yeah, he's for real."
Excitedly, James says, "Derek says tonight. Is that official?"
Letting Derek know he could handle it, Richard says, "tonight's cool. I'll figure out how much to pro-rate you for and tell you in the morning."
Of course Derek knew they didn't have to pay a cent for the meal, but left James a big tip. They head out to the car and like when they got out, are at their respective doors, conversing over the roof.
"So, since I'm landlord, I think I have another border for one of the rooms."
"And. That. Would. Be?"
"Chance. He's eighteen and hates living at home. No one is ever there and he gets lonely."
Derek informs Richard the situations are a little different between him and Caleb.
Sitting in the car, he doesn't turn the engine over right away.
"I feel for Chance, I mean, Caleb, like, he's got no one and, those twins. If he has to face them when they come home on spring break, no pun intended, but they could break him."
Knowing the situation now, he too felt compelled to react, Derek saying as he turns the ignition, "I'll look into it Monday morning, but no promises."
"You know people. Can't you get the ball rolling tomorrow morning?"
"And give up our Saturday?"
"Whatever you think, Derek."
Getting the cold treatment half the way home was enough to drive Derek out of his mind, "okay. I'll give my attorney a call."
"Could give him a call tonight, so you don't have to get him out of bed so early in the morning?"
Placing the car in park, at the end of the driveway, Derek says, "I suppose I could."
Leaning over, Richard caresses Derek's arm, saying, "pretty please?"
Maybe not puppy dog eyes, but a full-grown pitbull, Derek gives in.
"Good," Richard reacts to the unsaid 'yes', "let's get in the house. I want some ice cream."
"Really?" Derek sits there in the car, watching Richard make a dash for the front door of the house.
Sitting there, dwelling on the fact of how boring he thought this school year was going to be, it hardly panned out that way. Whereas Derek had an inclination things around the house were going to have a lack of excitement, he suspected a change in the atmosphere. Certainly, taking Richard in, that was a lifechanging experience in itself.
He didn't know where his mind wandered. Did he really need Richard to come knocking on the hood of his car?
Physically batting those thoughts away with the flick of a hand, Derek gets out and is greeted with Richard, butting his belly up to his. He kisses him and then makes an about face, making a beeline for the front door...
Screaming, "Ice cream here I come!"
Placing a few fingers to his lips, Derek wondered what the smooch was for. Minutes ago he might have thought it an imposition having to call his attorney, but now looked upon the deed as happy to do it.
When he got to the front door, Richard was standing there, waiting, which had Derek wondering, "did you forget your key?"
"Nope."
Said like there was a reason to back that up, Derek questions, "then what?"
In a frivolous manner Richard says, "oh nuttin' much. Just thought I'd give you some practice carrying me over the threshhold!"
"I see. Well okay, hold this," he gives Richard his bookbag.
Taking it, Richard holds it to his chest as Derek bends and contorts his bod. He stops and studies the situation.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah. Just getting my logistics."
Not which Richard hadn't noticed, the strength Derek had in hovering over his shaft in bed, those bulked up arms holding his bod above, doing pushups, his lips working up and down the sides of his shaft, but being plucked off his feet and almost cast into the air, "wow, you're strong."
"And you're a weakling."
As Derek heads for the stairs, Richard is griping, "hey, in case you forgot, the kitchen's that way."
Though, heading upstairs, Richard knew a better treat awaited!
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It was just the thing Derek needed to unwind.
Richard was no different. After his bod was ravaged by Derek's fingers and lips, he succumbed to timbering over, falling chest to back. Slowly his quickly deflating shaft was retreating from his lover's ass.
Derek was spent as well. He didn't need to worry if a hand around his barrel was needed to get him off. Richard's fucking action was enough to use the sheets as the vehicle for blasting off.
For awhile they remained there, Richard topping Derek, literally.
"You asleep?"
Derek tested, even though he knew the case, hearing and feeling the rise and fall of Richard's chest. He lay there for an unknown number of seconds, until he was sure. Walking upstairs, there was only one thing on Derek's mind!
Now, with working Richard's lips over, fuzzy chest, the teen stripe down separating his abs, doing what Derek had a particular fancy for, plodding the inside of a man's bellyhole and then skating down the teen treasure trail, it took all of a matter of a minute till he was on easy street, mouth enveloping Richard's built up erection. He expected right off, gulping down shot glasses of teen cream, but instead was faked out!
Instead of getting what he wanted, it would have to be put off, unless he wanted to vacuum up his on cream off the soiled sheet. What Derek was slowly working his mindframe into being, long as Richard got what he wanted, that was enough to suffice.
What Derek didn't look forward to, was washing a set of sheets every day. Feeling 'wet', the odor of after the fact, as he rose up off the bed, he chocked it up to the price to pay for the heightened moment.
It also got Derek to thinking, almost anything to do with Richard, was more than a monetary value that could be tagged onto it. Which, had his mind beginning to race, thinking about the legal thing Richard had badgered him into completing, not Monday, nor Saturday, but to get on it tonight.
When he got up off the bed, Derek's hand automatically felt his wet crotch. From there he slid up his belly and kept going until he sensed, 'dry', which didn't come until he reaches his fuzzy chest.
"Dayam," he exclaims, thinking he couldn't have possibly excreted that much engine oil!
Paying too much attention to himself, he hadn't realized Richard had moved in the bed, from laying flat on his back, to his right side. Right behind his back was the squashed up condom. Picking it up, Derek didn't realize he was holding it by the bottom. Yet, there wasn't much to drip out, except one thin, sinewy strand of fluid.
"Now I know where it all went!"
Not quite all, which is what Derek went about teasing himself, holding the condom up by the open lip and studying exactly how much semen remained inside. Looking back at the bed, Richard's back to him, creasing of Derek's lips made him feel like he was ready to do something on the sly.
Placing the open end to his lips he says, "down the hatch!"
What a pig he made of himself, at first trying to suck the semen out, but resorting to squeezing the end, like getting the last dab of toothpaste out of a tube, but feeling the slime slide over his tongue.
"Not bad," he judges, not much left to sample.
He sighed, the twenty-five year old savoring the moment. Thinking it was kind of dumb, but significant, Derek chooses to keep the condom as a souvenir, folding a tissue over it and sticking it in his sock drawer, tacking onto it, "another chapter for my book!"
Ever since graduating college, Derek has entertained thought on writing a self-help book. Everyone was doing it these days. Though, when a colleague mentioned it more than once, the idea grew on Derek. Everytime an idea came to him, he grabbed an 8x10 notebook and jotted the idea down. He even had a title in the works, 'The Mind Works In Mysterious Ways'. Not concrete, it gave him a goal to work towards.
Regardless, he chooses to yawn first. With that out of the way, he reaches in his bureau draw for a pair of briefs. Too much to choose between black and a nifty pattern, Derek shuts the drawer without choosing. Instead he just fluffs his balls and heads downstairs to his study.
Dead center on his desk is the notebook he jots down ideas for his book. First page, in scribble is 'The Mind Works In Mysterious Ways', in parenthesis, 'I think!'
Everytime Derek sat down at his desk he got weird vibes. The desk chair his father had designed and custom made, sat in front of his desk, there to accommodate a person he could be talking to. It didn't fit him right, in the bum, so he found a vinyl one at Target. Good thing he thought, for moments like this, when his balls were still wet!
Right off he didn't jot down anything about capturing the last bit of Richard's goo from the condom, but did smile, thinking of what it took to get his lover to part with it. Now there was another thought, 'lover'.
Ever since that confrontation in his office, Derek did feel a 'warmth' towards Richard, "what else can it be?"
He was used to talking his thoughts out loud. It was a quip one of his buddies clued him into, which gave him the impression of one of his thoughts, spoken by an out of person experience. It was a good way for Derek to form sentences which made sense. From there, a few sentences became a paragraph and soon he had his first chapter, which introduced himself to his reader.
He sat there at his desk, thinking about Chapter 2, which would not be about him, but a client of his own choosing, a case study. He wanted it to be Richard, but how could a lover also be his patient, without a question of conflict of interest. Not which it hasn't happened the other way around, a doctor falling head over heels in love with a patient. Thinking more on who the chapter could be about, Derek uses his pen as a drum, tapping along the edge of his desk as he twirls around in a rotating chair. Soon there's nothing to tap on but a thigh. Derek realizes he doesn't have trousers on and stops. He smiles, looking down as if he had to do a package check.
If his study window opened up onto an urban street, flaunting his cock and balls to the public might make it an issue. However, there were no worries when the backyard extended for an acre or so and blocking anyone's view was the pool, pool wall, his father's garden, the garden wall and beyond that, trees of all sorts.
On his mind is Richard. Only Richard. He came downstairs to please his lover which meant tackling an issue Richard was not willing to put off till Monday, nor Sunday, not even Saturday. Turning the place into a 'gay' boarding house didn't seem like a bad idea, considering the benefits of having naked or half-naked pitterpatters of feet running around the place. In thinking this, Derek realizes he's been sitting there in front of the big bay window, a single pane of glass extending from nearly floor to ceiling. In his reflection he views himself, naked!
What he hadn't realized, day had turned into night and with a couple of lights on in the room, even though dimmed, it cast a perfect reflection of the what could be seen inside. He could only think of the ramifications, if someone were on the outside, peering in, "oh shit!"
Jumping out of his swivel seat, Derek sees himself gazing at himself, mainly the part that mattered most, a hand clutching at his junk. It was still moist!
Then it came to him, he wasn't in the city. Tired, his mind began to wander. He plopped his butt back in the swivel chair. As a tween, whenever his father took him to the city for the opera, they stayed at the Waldorf Astoria. A grand hotel, with all it's lux furnishings, it more impressed Derek, looking up at the skyscrapers of hot men, dressed in their perfectly coiffed uniforms. As a lad, he hadn't the height he did when entering high school. Therefore, a man's zipper was more near eye level than as a full blown teen's height.
He remembers, around age seventeen, following a bellhop's actions, as he removed luggage from the truck of their limo and placed it on an ornate rolling cart. It wasn't Derek engaging in conversation first, but the dark-haired dude initiating the action.
"First time in the city, lad?"
"No," Derek, who was at the time quite the whippersnapper, "but this must be the first time you've hauled luggage out of my dad's limo," he reads the tag on the bellhop's chest, "Josef?"
Grabbing a small bag, Josef says, "you're very observant, Derek?"
"You know who I am. How's that?"
"Saw the guest registry. Y'see, Derek, I have a kind of system, if I can confide in you?"
Lad-Derek responds, "sure."
"Well, I've just met you for one thing?"
"Right," Derek thinks on it.
"What I was going to say, and I hope you can keep this between you and I, is I check out who's checking in and with the help of Steve at the help desk, he gives me the heads up on rich guests checking in."
Entertained by Josef, Derek wasn't at all in a hurry to have the luggage taken to his room, "that's me, well, my dad. He's the rich one."
Not good at guessing ages, he would have been very bad at working the carnival circuit as one who had that type of talent, summing up a person's weight and age. He was guessing Josef to be maybe eighteen or twenty, the most. Really, Derek didn't know, other than Josef was a good looking guy!
Others at the Waldorf were not that keen on employees dawdling, "uh, Josef, just to give you the heads up, Billingsly is stalking you again?"
Steve takes a bag and puts it on the cart to masquerade dropping a comment for Josef's benefit, then goes back inside.
"Who's Billingsly?"
Answering for Josef, Steve says, "lobby manager. A real stickler for timing how long it should take for us to wait on a guest."
"Thanks for the heads up, Steve."
Steve replies with a wink, "no problem, Josef. You know how you can thank me?"
It seemed like a genuine laugh, but Derek detected something strange about how Josef delivered his.
Quick as he came, Steve disappears inside.
For some reason Derek couldn't let his curiosity go, "so, how are you going to thank Steve?"
Josef zeroes his attention in on Derek, "no offense, but somehow I have the feeling you're not the dumb rich kid from Jersey you pretend to be?"
First thing Derek thinks, if Josef was trying to get any kind of sizable tip from hauling luggage from the car to the room, he just blew it. Then again, he had noticed something about Josef from the very beginning, "me, dumb? I'm not the one standing there with my fly open, stupid!"
"Oh shit!"
They both had a good laugh, Josef first looking and then peeling his zipper up, like a banana in reverse, says, "good thing you noticed. I don't wear briefs!"
It got Derek curious beyond repair, "do you have a lot to hide?" He giggles.
Then it was obvious to Josef, Derek not a dumb kid from out of state, "you like cock?"
Right now Derek could admit being ignorant of the question handed him, "like, how do you mean that?"
Forgetting about a tip all together, Josef had struck a vein and not wanting to pass up any opportunities, "are you gay?"
It would be the first time he ever admitted it to anyone, Derek making it sound like the whole world knew, "sure, I'm a happy kid. Why? You couldn't tell?"
Frankly he couldn't tell, whether gay or not. Derek acted very straight, didn't have any lispy inflections to the tone of his voice, "of course I knew." He also didn't buy the cute kid act!
"Then why did you ask if I was gay?"
Josef had to think fast, "because no one asks if a guy has a lot to hide, without wanting to know how big a dude is?"
"Oh. Right. I did say that, didn't I?"
Glad his explanation worked, Josef felt comfortable saying, "so, maybe later you'd like to check it out?"
"You mean," Derek gulps, "look at you naked?"
Being obliging, Josef says, "sure and I'll take a look at you, if you want to?"
More like two kids telling about each others toys at show and tell, Derek says, "yeah, I think that would be cool."
"Cool. Then, when your dad goes out, dial Steve at the help desk and give him the heads up and I'll come up to your room."
It was more than overwhelming for the seventeen year old, Josef's plans laid out like a blueprint.
"And if Steve's available, he'll stop in and we can have a three-way, if you're up for it?"
He wasn't sure about that, Derek saying, "really? I haven't even had a two-way yet?"
"Wait. How old are you?"
Dumb about some things, of this Derek wasn't and rather than have the opportunity slip through his hands, does what any teen would do, lie, "eighteen. I go to college in the fall."
"Nice," Josef was relieved.
After that, talk of anything else sexual was put on hold, the one Steve called, 'Billingsly' stepping out of the building and balling out, "Josef, are you quite done there, yet?"
"Almost Mr. Billingsly, sir."
He gave Derek a sly smile, which was taken at he didn't really give a fuck of what Billingsly was calling the situation.
While walking inside, Josef did present something, quite a revolting idea, "by the way, your father, he ever get into doing it with guys?"
Being this before his mom passed away, "he's married," Derek says the obvious.
Of this whole scenario involving Derek, Josef has concluded, about being gay, Derek a dumbass from Jersey, which has him saying, "you have so much to learn."
That night, after his father left the room to go out and enjoy the nightlife of the city, Derek began an informal education about being gay, with Josef as a mentor.
"Room service!"
Lying on the bed, Derek was eyeing up the room service menu, and as the door opens, watches Josef wheeling in a cart.
"But I didn't get a chance to order!"
He forgot the lad was new to this, Josef saying, "you still have your clothes on, Derek?"
"Oh. You wanted them off?"
The door closing all by itself, Josef leaves the cart and approaching the bed, says, "guess not. I'll do it myself."
One thing Derek did know, once Josef kneels on the bed, there's no going back.
There's no going back, Josef's right knee forming a well in the bed. Rather than take the time to unbutton his shirt, he grabs hold and tears it open over his chest.
Eyebrows perking up, Derek says, "wow, Josef! You're awesome!"
Stripping his shirt, Josef keeps knee-walking to where Derek lays.
"You like hairy guys?"
Certainly, Derek thinks Josef has enough of it, "I don't know."
"Of course you don't, but after tonight, I think you're going to know a lot more about what you don't know."
Sometimes when Josef said something, it sounded like a tongue twister, which had Derek saying, "what you said, yeah, I guess so."
When Derek came to his room, he was more of a starving teenager than the aspect of thinking about a man coming to his room. He did strip down to his tee shirt and kicked his sneakers off.
As Josef lifts a knee over Derek's torso and plants it on the other side of his hip, both hands are on the tail of the lad's shirt, "why don't sI ee what you're sporting on that chest of yours?"
First time anyone touched his clothing, let alone his tee shirt and lifted it up over his head, it had Derek grabbing at the sheet, clutching at it with both hands, confessing, "I'm not sure about this."
"Relax," Josef says.
Derek wasn't at all relaxed, just the opposite, as Josef falls over and plants his mouth on his!
Popping off, Josef gathers, "let me guess. First kiss?"
"Um. Yeah." Not only first kiss, but it did tickle Derek to feel Josef's matted chest on his!
Thoughts, Derek is thinking, 'he likes my bod'.
His biceps were tangled up in his shirt, coming to under his chin, which has Josef remedying, "here, let's get rid of this."
Even before Josef stripped his tee off entirely, his eyes were focused, "mm-m, I like what I see."
One good thing about the shirt coming off, it made Derek's hands stop strangling the sheets, but he wasn't all that relaxed about his first romp with another man.
"You ever give a guy a blow job?"
He didn't want to sound like a virgin, but Josef was being so gentle and honest with him, "nope."
"Is it okay if I give you one?"
Before, after coming into the room, Derek had studied the room service menu about six times, in order to quell his nervousness.
Not knowing what to expect, Derek says, "oh, am I supposed to ask you to?"
Exhaling a laugh though his nostrils, Josef shakes his head, saying, "you've got so much to learn, boy."
'Boy?', Derek thinks on it, having thought, in age relationship, they weren't that much different. But he forgot all about that stuff, soon as he feels a wet tongue on his chest.
"Oh damn!"
Derek had known for a fact, he was starting to get some hair on his chest, but didn't feel anything when soaping it up in the shower. Having a guy's tongue on it seemed to present a different feeling, "do you feel it?"
Thinking Derek 'very green', Josef says, "feel what?"
"My hairy chest?"
Poor kid, Josef thinks, knowing he was in the same shoes, hoping he his chest would be a blooming mass of hair and not smooth, "some."
"Honestly," Derek takes to feeling up Josef mossy pecs, "do you think I'll be as grassy as you?"
'Grassy,' that was a new one on Josef, which he found humorous, but his balls were telling him to get it on, "uh, maybe. Why don't you just lay back and enjoy?" A polite way of telling Derek to shut up!
His arms were at his side, curved around Josef's knees. Being that Josef's tongue had started to travel from pec to pec, Derek decided to do some more touching, exploring, which had both palms on Josef's thighs.
Without withdrawing his tongue from Derek's chest, Josef takes both the lad's hands and places them on his own chest.
"I like this part," Derek gasps at the feel of Josef's hairy chest again, but upon exploring, "oh wow! Your nips are hard!"
Sitting up, Josef places his hands behind his head, "go ahead."
Taking his hands off Josef's chest, Derek flop down to the sheet.
"And do what?"
"Anything," he sits on Derek's crotch, hands behind head.
Slowly he brings his hands up and places them on Josef's pecs.
"Like I said," Derek smiles with delight, "feels awesome. You don't know how much I wanted to do this to a guy."
"So you do like your men hairy?"
"I guess."
"Only one way to find out," Josef gets up to his feet, standing on the bed.
Looking up the full length of Josef's bod, Derek asks, "what are you doing?"
"Getting ready for a helluva night," he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons pants, unzips and strips.
Not a nerd to having seen a man's briefs, with a loaded dick, there was reason why Derek was in anticipation.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Josef laughs as he steps down on the floor and out of his pants. Taking his pants, he tosses them to a chair, turning back to Derek, flat out on the bed.
Derek, looking at a cock in the flesh, "your size. It's big." Not which he didn't have a battalion of shafts to compare one to the other!
"Next?"
Derek goes for the belt of his own pants.
"Oh no. That's my job!"
Derek was a little nervous when Josef got on the bed, but more scared about man to man sex than it actually happening to him, "what are you gonna do?"
"Something you've waited all your teen life for!"
It was like Josef was a mind reader, Derek about to tell him, except that his tongue had again been applied to his chest. Not only that, but without pants keeping Josef's shaft from hanging down, it glided up his pubes, to his stomach whenever Josef kissed him.
"You like being kissed?"
Derek wasn't sure, but there was something he was sure of, "I like feeling your cock touch me."
Again Josef sat up, straddling Derek's thighs. But something irked the bellhop, "oh no. This won't do."
In seconds Derek saw what Josef meant, his pants being stripped from his thighs.
"Oh man, I love doing this!"
Derek wondered what Josef meant, but wasn't in the dark long. Leaning over, Derek's teeth grabbed hold of the top of his briefs.
"Wow," Derek gasps, sitting up on his elbows, watching Josef literally peel his briefs down, with the help of a hand to free his tall stalk!
"Can you do that some more?"
Pulling his briefs off the rest of the way by hand, Josef asks, "more of what?"
Nerous about everything that was happening, Derek chickens out, or maybe he didn't know how to go about asking for a blow job?
"Just lay back and enjoy it?"
"Okay."
"Don't worry about a thing. I'm a good cocksucker and the first time is always the best, so I'm not going to disappoint you."
Feeling reassured, Derek says, "thanks."
Smiling, Josef says, "oh, you can thank me later!"
Derek didn't understand these gay riddles, but right now he didn't care as Josef went at it, licking his pubes, then around the base of his shaft, up the sides, caressing his stiffening pole and running lips up and down, shifting around and doing his balls, popping one in his mouth, then the other...
Then a knock at the door, "room service!"
In a different state of mind, Derek almost didn't hear it, but enough to say, "I already got room service."
One thing he did notice, Josef getting up off the bed and not caring he didn't have a stitch of clothing on, nor that his shaft was swinging down between his legs, opens the door.
"Hey Steve. C'mon in."
"The party get started yet?"
"Just beginning," Josef says, pulling on the front of Steve's cart.
"It's starting to look like Grand Central," Steve says of the two carts.
"Anything good?" Josef acts nonchalant, uncovering a steaming plate of food.
"Everything's good," Steve replies, not waiting to be invited, unbuttoning his shirt.
Having sat up on the bed, Derek's cock has keeled over, "aren't you going to do what Josef did?"
Steve's hand freeze, "what'd you do, Josef?"
"Seems like Derek here has developed a fetish here."
Derek questions, "I did?"
Without responding to Derek, Josef says, "he liked it when I tore my shirt from my bod."
"Cool," Steve says, dropping his arms to his sides, "then go to it."
There was a lull when Josef got up off the bed to let Steve in, but things began to heat up once again.
Finding his shaft pulsing at the sight of Josef tearing Steve's shirt open and pushing it back behind, allowing it to fall to floor, what a turn on to see Josef kiss Steve's chest. Not only kiss, but bares his lips to tease Steve's nip with his teeth.
"Oh man that's gotta hurt," when he sees Josef tug at Steve's nip with his teeth, stretching it away from his almost smooth chest.
Relative to what he and Josef were just talking about, Steve, his chest resembled him. Fact is, Derek thought he had more hair on his chest at seventeen, than Steve, who had to be older, him looking it. Derek moves his hand to his cock. Finding a bead of liquid come to the tip, he uses it as lube to massage himself. One thing he knew, goo was gooey and what to do with it, other than wipe it up with a tissue. He found it kind of erotic to use his spunk to wet the inside of his deep navel.
Steve, oohing and ahhing, turns his head to Derek, "hey, don't get ahead of yourself there, Derk?"
Like he had done something wrong, Derek, who thought Steve was cute, inventing a nickname for him, quickly withdraws his hand, "sorry about that."
"Oh, it's not me you have to answer to," Steve laughs.
Josef, who had been making lip-love to Steve's smooth chest, suddenly stops, "you didn't?"
Steve knows what the blame's for, "I had no choice."
Now feeling a part of this three-way, Derek inquires, "no choice in what?"
Half naked, from the waist up, Steve comes over to the bed, "I hope you don't mind, but my hands were tied."
Josef jokes, "or soon they will be!"
Overriding Josef's joke, Steve says, "I felt obligated to invite Billingsly."
"Obligated, Steve?"
Giving up, Steve says, "okay, so I invited Billingsly up."
Even though he enjoyed studying Josef's hairy bod, down to his bush, the hairy legs and when he turned, ass, and Steve's hairless bod, except for the shaggy treasure trail, Derek was in anticipation of what else would be filling his night, "what's so special about Billingsly?"
"Did he say he was bringing his black bag?"
Steve answers, "is he ever without it, Josef?"
Like they had a big secret, Josef says, "and if he was, you'd be disappointed, Steve?"
"One of you guys want to tell me what's going on?"
He didn't mean to add attitude, but Derek just wanted to know what was going on, especially since his once-hard shaft was getting wobbly!
First thing to come to Josef's mind, "Billingsly is gonna love that attitude!"
"Why?" Derek questions, "what did I say?"
Steve, who took to fiddling with his left nip with his right hand, says, "it's not what you said, but how you said it."
"Okay," Derek thought on it, "I guess it was a little different," thought not by much.
"Speak like that in front of Billingsly," Josef cues Derek in, "and you'll have a friend for life!"
Steve, who kind of takes a liking to the idea of having a young master, "yeah, in fact, don't let Billingsly put anything over on you."
"Really?" Derek sits up, his interest piqued, "like, how would that go?"
"Granted," Steve says, "the first thing he'll do is touch you."
"Well, the first thing Josef did was touch my chest?"
Steve handled all the talking, "this is different. He's going to handle your dick maybe and have an attitude about it."
"What should I do?"
Recalling the first time he touched Billingsly's shaft, without permission, Steve says, "well, if it were some stranger touching my cock, I'd haul off and do something, like tuck his gut in!"
Derek, never one to resort to violence, gasps, "you mean, punch him in the stomach?"
Seeing where Steve was going with this, Josef says, "or, you could knee him in the balls?"
Wincing at the thought of caving in a dude's nuts, Derek says, "nah. I don't think I could do that."
Josef almost opened his mouth to tell of the first time it happened to Steve, but he didn't want Derek kicking them all out of the room on the seat of their pants!
They didn't leave Derek with much to go on, Steve saying, "well, you got to set the atmosphere somehow with Billingsly, or else he'll think you're like me."
"What about you?"
For the next fifteen minutes Derek received a crash course on the subject of 'S&M', dwelling mostly on simple stuff, like bondage, deprivation and light slapping around. Steve could get into more harsher stuff, as a bottom, which could give him the same type of arousal, but with a novice in the room, they were choosing a wiser course of study.
When a knock comes at the door, Derek says, "so, if he touches me, I punch him in the stomach?"
Josef throws in a last word of wisdom, "yeah and remember, Derek, you're the paying guest here!"
Steve went for the door, Josef cautioning Derek to stay in the bed, reminding him, "remember, you're the guest here, so don't let Billingsley put anything over on you."
Making a fist, Derek was more joking than serious, "I'll give him the old one-two!"
He had seen Billingsly only that once, at his father's limo, while Josef was unloading it. At the time he wasn't sure, that the manager had to be as old as his father, but downgraded it to maybe in his mid-thirties. Josef was of college age, mentioning he was matriculated. He put Steve somewhere between, perhaps late twenties.
When Steve opens the door, Derek didn't recognize the hotel manager, decked out in the 'Halloween' outfit he was wearing.
"Why are not on your knees, boy," Billingsly says to Steve.
"OMPHFF!" Steve gasps, holding his stomach, the manager putting him on his knees.
Derek didn't like it one bit, that this ogre had assaulted his friend. Hopping off the bed he walks over and addressing the manager, "you big bully!"
Josef let nature take its course, watching Billingsly walk in, butting his stomach up against Derek, barking, "what are you going to do about it, boy?"
Not the first time they've played this game, Josef was glad he prepped Derek. First time he stood face to face with Derek, Josef had some type of revelation that maybe they could have something beyond instant sex.
"What am I going to do about it?"
Derek was buying time.
"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it."
He wasn't too crazy about Steve's solution, but now confronted with being himself or playing the game, draws his elbow back and focusing on where the leather straps across Billingsly's chest break up over the hairy stomach, heaves his fist into contact!
Then he was sorry he did it, thinking, 'oops', when in fact his gut punch didn't do anything, but seem to bounce off Billingsly's stomach.
"Not half bad, kid," Billinsly says. He puts a hand to Derek's shouder, "you work on that and..."
And he didn't get to finish his thoughts, since he 'touched' Derek, which gave him a flash of what Steve said about getting touched, hauling off and delivering a second punch!
"Oh shit, boy!"
The second didn't register either, but being Billingsly could actually get hard at having his abs worked over, a gut punch addict, Derek had just crossed over into his good graces!
Not with animosity, though with warning, Derek says, "you shouldn't go about putting your hands where they don't belong." He looked to Josef for the thumbs up, or other way of telling him he did good.
Josef didn't give the thumbs up, but rather a fist to his palm.
Curving his lips, Derek smiled and mouthed a 'thanks.'
Steve muses, "unless a guy wants them there!"
It surely was an educational evening for the seventeen year old. Derek wasn't too far off at the age guessing game, Josef at twenty, Steve, twenty-eight and Billingsly, thirty-five. Overall, they all fit in as one happy bunch, having a good ole time.
Reminiscing of days gone by, Derek shortly fell asleep in his chair, leaving Richard upstairs, to his own sweet dreams.
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