Wrestling With Love (28 page)

D.H. Starr

Wrestling With Love

mind. This morning he was going to give back to Scott everything Scott had given him the night before.

Removing his fingers, he grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some more onto his hand, liberally applying it to his straining cock. “Are you ready for me to try this on you?”

Scott nodded, barely able to form words.

Handing the lube to Scott, Derek focused on his goal, a glistening target which he had just penetrated with his fingers. He had always pictured Scott inside of him, but to be in a position to enter Scott caused his heart rate to soar and his breathing to become shallow. Aiming the head of his cock to Scott’s hole, he ran the head in circles as he had done with his fingers. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” He reached with his hands and grabbed Derek’s ass, pulling him forward. Derek’s glans pushed past the ring of muscle and another two inches of his cock slid in as well. Scott let out a rugged gasp and his eyes sealed shut as his ass clenched down. “Holy shit!”

Derek tried to pull out, but Scott held him there. It concerned him that Scott had rushed, wanting his first time as a bottom to be pleasurable. The way Scott’s hole was clenching around his shaft suggesting his pleasure to pain ratio wasn’t properly balanced at the moment. Remembering how it had felt when Scott had entered him, he knew that the speed of his entry probably hurt Scott like holy hell. But he also knew the desire to feel more of Scott inside him and was sure Scott felt the same way. It took a while for Scott’s body to adjust, but Derek knew the moment it did. Even before Scott’s face relaxed and he told Derek to continue, he had felt the release of tension inside Scott, the pressure squeezing his cock loosening up and allowing him in. Derek maintained control of his movements as he slowly entered Scott, not allowing Scott to make the same mistake he had just made moments earlier. When he was buried all the way inside, his pelvis pressing against the muscled bubble of Scott’s ass, he remained still, savoring the complete sense of heat and silkiness that surrounded his cock. It was like he was reviving the best blow job and hand job in the world all wrapped up in one. There was enough friction to stimulate his nerves beyond any sensation he had ever felt, yet the slick wetness and heat of Scott’s insides massaged and soothed him.

Beginning with a slow withdrawal, each sensation registered as new and brilliant. Each newly exposed portion of his cock tickled with the coolness of air, a stark contrast to the heated welcome of being inside of Scott. Pushing back in, the ring of muscle formed itself into a perfect shape, molding to his exact width and creating a deliciously slick friction.

With each journey in and out of Scott’s body, the sensations combined until he couldn’t distinguish one pleasure from the next. Derek stared into Scott’s eyes, looking at the sheer, raw happiness there. Scott’s lust combined with his own physical enjoyment, sending sparks and electric waves through him from head to toe. 133

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When Scott’s breath became labored, Derek knew he was close. As if a million butterflies were flitting about inside of Scott, the muscles surrounding his cock began to tremble and ripple with a life of their own, drawing exponential pleasure out of him. He wasn’t sure which of them came first, but when Scott’s mouth opened into a wide oh, breathless pleasure emitting from him as his cock shot thick ribbons of white, pungent cum over his chest and belly, the tingling inside Derek exploded. He slammed his cock all the way into Scott just as his vision began to haze over with white lights. His orgasm took over his body as he collapsed on top of Scott. He was vaguely aware of arms surrounding his torso and legs locking around his waist, all his attention focused on the hot fluid pumping out of him and into the man he loved. When the waved of pleasure eased and he could open his eyes, Derek stared down at Scott whose expression was filled with dreamy awe. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

Derek smiled. “I know. It feels good to bottom, doesn’t it?”

Scott chuckled. “No. Well, yes, I liked that too, but that’s not what I was referring to.” He smiled and pulled Derek down on top of him, rolling them over to they lay side by side on the bed. “When you came and I knew you were filling me with you, I never felt so close and connected to you. I won’t lie, I’d rather be the one who’s on top, but knowing I have part of you inside me right now is a feeling unlike any other I’ve had. I love you more than anything in the world, Derek.”

They spent an idle half hour lounging in bed, Derek snuggled in Scott’s arms, talking and holding each other, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Finally, Derek managed to summon the energy to sit up, spent and lazy, but wanting to start the day. “I have class in half an hour and I’m having dinner with my parents tonight, so I guess I won’t see you until tonight.”

Scott sighed and stretched, then rolled over and hugged the pillow to himself. “Tell Henry and Claire I said hi,” Scott said.

“Will do.” Derek got out of bed, took a shower, then got dressed and grabbed his things. Before he left the room, he turned to Scott who had been watching him the whole time in silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy Anniversary.”

At around four o’clock, Derek hopped into his car and a half hour later was home. The house was filled with the smell of roasting chicken and baked potatoes. His mother was sitting in the kitchen with a glass of wine. “Hey, Mom, where’s Dad?” He walked over to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She rose and gave Derek a long hug. “Hi, honey. I sent him out to pick up some pastries down the street at Lou’s Bakery. I actually had an ulterior motive for asking you over to dinner tonight and I wanted you to myself before your father got home.”

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pleased that she cared so much and made such an effort to accept him for who he was. On the other hand, he had become accustomed to a certain level of freedom and privacy and his mother’s new investment of time and advice seemed to be a step backwards in that department.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now, and I’ve tried to keep it to myself, but I simply can’t any longer. I really think you should tell your father you’re gay and about you and Scott.” Derek knew this would come at some point, but he was unprepared for the sudden declaration without any build-up.

“Why do you feel so strongly about this all of a sudden?” He had been thinking a lot about coming out to his father, but was still curious why it had just now become such an important issue for his mother.

“I’ve been watching you and Scott and I can tell you two are becoming closer each time we’re all together. It’s very obvious to someone who knows you the way I do, but like I told you when we first discussed your sexuality, men don’t often see things that women do. Mothers see things in their children that most other people don’t see. I’m afraid that if you keep this as a secret, it’s going to become too big of a burden for you.”

She wasn’t angry, but she was serious and had evidently given this a lot of thought. “I am one-hundred percent sure that your father will react well.”

“What do you mean by burden? I’m fine.”

Claire sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for Derek to sit with her. “I know you are, Honey, but as you get closer to Scott, it’s going to become more difficult for you to keep your relationship to yourself. I know you and I know you will want the people you love to accept you and Scott for who you really are. Don’t you think your father deserves to be a part of that?”

Derek had never considered that his sexuality and his relationship would be something that would cause stress or discomfort to himself, but the way his mother had explained it made perfect sense. His response was automatic. “Okay, Mom. I’ve actually been thinking about it a lot and you’re right. I think it‘s time and I agree with you. Dad has shown me over and over again that he loves me and will most likely react well.”

The look of surprise that lit his mother’s face both saddened and amused Derek and he started to laugh nervously. “What are you laughing at? This was very difficult for me to say. I’ve been envisioning a big argument about this and imagined dinner would be stressful at best and ruined at worst.”

Derek smiled, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair, raising the front two legs off the floor, a habit and something his mother had constantly asked him not to do. When she gave him a stern look, he returned the seat to its proper position. “You know what I love about you, Mom? You’re always surprising me with your reactions to things. It’s funny.”

Ignoring his comment, she fixed Derek with a steady gaze. “So you’ll tell your dad?” His mother’s entire demeanor lifted in eager anticipation. 135

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“Yes, I’ll tell him. Next weekend. I want to talk to Scott first and let him know we talked and what I plan on doing. It involves him and I think it’s only fair for me to let him know. I’m not just coming out for myself by telling Dad. I’m coming out for Scott as well.” Derek watched his mother carefully, looking for any signs of disapproval or dissatisfaction. He saw none.

Claire shifted in her seat, leaning on her elbows and resting her head on her hands which caused her body to angle towards Derek. It was an open and receptive posture.

“Thank you, Derek. You have no idea how much this relieves me for your sake.” Her lower lip began to tremble and Derek shook his head, amazed at how often he had witnessed his mother fight back tears, or actually break into tears, over the past six months. A small smirk surfaced on his face. “You’re laughing at me again,” she said. Derek was saved from having to explain himself by his father’s entrance. “Son, could you help me out? I have two more boxes of pastry in the car.”

Claire shot up from her seat. “What do you mean two more boxes of pastry? It’s just the three of us tonight.”

Henry rolled his eyes and placed the box he was carrying on the kitchen counter and the dry cleaning he had picked up over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, which tilted in slow motion, landing with a loud crack on the floor. “I thought I would send Derek back to school with a box of pastry for his dorm room.”

Claire nodded in approval, but then her expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Wait, I thought you asked Derek to get the two other boxes out of the car. I know math is your subject, but doesn’t that mean you bought three boxes at Lou’s?”

“You caught that, huh? Well, you know how much I love his baked goods. I’ll really enjoy them. What’s the big deal?”

Claire’s face pinked and her lips tensed into thin white lines. “The big deal is your cholesterol Henry. I was going to serve a few pastries tonight and then send the box to school with Derek so you wouldn’t be tempted. Weren’t you just complaining your doctor told you at your last visit that he might have to put you on medication if you didn’t change your diet? I don’t know why you—”

Derek left his parents bickering in the kitchen and went outside to grab the boxes out of his father’s car. When he returned, his father was sitting at the kitchen table with a wide grin and his mother was basting the chicken. Derek looked at his father and saw him clearly mouth the words, She never stays mad at me. Laughing, Derek took a seat next to his dad. It was wonderful that his parents had been together for so long and still loved each other so much. He knew that telling his father would be a good thing. He was scared, but he knew in the end, his father would still love him. What worried him was how Scott would react about yet another person knowing he was gay. 136

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Chapter Eleven

The next meeting of The Alliance was on a Wednesday night. It was still troubling to Derek that students seemed to segregate themselves into groups. When he started college, he believed his life would expand and he would make friends and spend time with a wide range of different people. It felt as if the opposite were true. People fell into their cliques and their circles of friends became even more cemented than he had experienced in high school.

Additionally, he was frustrated that the few gay people he had actually spent time with tended to exhibit stereotypical behavior. There was Charlotte, Phillip, and Oscar, the bull dyke and her two flaming minions. Then there was Tyrell, militant and brash, putting his sexuality on display and confronting anyone who he perceived as a threat to him. Only Jared seemed like the kind of person Derek could relate to. He was eventempered and his goal was to expand awareness not just for The Alliance, but for the whole student body. This was something Derek wanted as well. If he could find more people like that, maybe his own conflicted feelings would begin to sort themselves out. On Wednesday night over supper in the cafeteria, Derek shared his thoughts with Scott. Scott listened patiently, as he always did, waiting for Derek to get out what it was he had to say. When Derek finished, Scott sat quietly, taking his time chewing the bite of cheeseburger in his mouth before he spoke. “Derek, why is it so important to you that we come out? What do you think it means if we don’t?”