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  Derek rushed over to his sound system, busily picking up his shirt from the floor and pulling it over his bare chest, and then turned down the volume. “Sorry, Mom.”

  Holy crap! How much of that little show did she see?

  Claire shook her head, her hands planted on her hips. “It’s fine. I didn’t come up to pester you about the volume of your music. I wanted to let you know your dad and I have decided to go out early to take in a matinee before dinner. Are you boys all set for dinner or should I prepare something before we go?”

  “No, actually, we’re heading to Beck’s in a little while. Her parents built that pool earlier this summer, and we’re going for a swim and a barbeque.”

  “That sounds nice. Be sure to tell Beck we’d love to see her before she leaves for college. I can’t believe you’ve all grown up and are starting your first year of college.”

  Derek watched as his mother’s eyes welled up. “It seems like just yesterday I was taking you to your first day of kindergarten and now, look at you.” A tear escaped from 12

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  her eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. “There I go, being a silly, emotional mother. Well, you know what they say; a mother hen never wants her chicks to leave the nest.”

  Derek rolled his eyes. “Mom, come on, I’ll be maybe ten minutes away.”

  “I know, but you won’t be under my roof any longer.” She grabbed a corner of her apron and dabbed at her eyes. “You boys have fun. Oh, I like the new set up in here. Very spacious.”

  Scott shot Derek a victorious glance, then the corner of his mouth began to creep up into his sly grin, which would soon create a potentially embarrassing situation for Derek if his mother didn’t leave soon. Luckily, Claire turned and left just before Derek’s arousal became visible, bulging in the front of his jeans. When she left the room, Scott got up from the sofa and walked over to Derek. “I just thought of what we could do to kill some time before we go to Beck’s.”

  “What? And could you please not do things that turn me on when my mom is around? My cock started dancing the Macarena when you flashed your grin at me.”

  Derek reached into his pants and dramatically readjusted himself.

  “I forgot, all I have to do is say one or two words and you sport wood. It’s really very flattering—”

  “Okay, enough,” Derek said, cutting him off. “What is this idea that you have?”

  Scott walked over to the window and looked out. “I was thinking…oh, there are your parents getting into the car. Good! I was thinking we could take a shower together before heading over to Beck’s. We both stink and, well, the only showers we’ve taken together were in the locker room at school with a ton of other guys.”

  All of Derek’s blood ran to his cock. Why hadn’t he thought of that? It was like Scott had a sixth sense. Just when Derek was beginning to feel doubt or concern about the two of them, Scott’s alpha side would emerge and turn Derek into a puddle of longing at his feet. Without bothering to readjust himself, he dashed for the door, calling over his shoulder. “I’ll race you to the bathroom.”

  Having the house to themselves, they didn’t have any concerns about being interrupted. They undressed hastily in Derek’s room, tossing their clothes to the floor, and tumbled across the hall into the bathroom. Stepping into the steamy interior of the enclosed shower, they embraced each other, allowing the hot water to slick their bodies. Scott ran his hands up and down Derek’s back, gently caressing his skin, as Derek ran his hands over broad chest muscles and defined abs, then leaned in and tilted his head up, bringing his mouth to Scott’s, as water washed through their hair and down their faces.

  Needy hands gripped Derek’s ass, pulling him closer and grinding their now rigid cocks together. “Before we get too far into this, you know we aren’t going to do anything more than petting right?”

  Derek was too lost in the heat of the moment and by standing naked next to Scott to argue. “Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. Not until we get to college.”

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  Scott returned his attention to touching Derek. “I love the way your body angles down from your shoulders towards your waist and how your ribs ripple your sides, but disappear into you’re your lats. Your muscles aren’t too large, but they’re so clearly defined. I could spend days just looking at and touching you.” After delivering his praises, he lowered his head and captured Derek in a hungry kiss once again. Derek had fantasized about showering with Scott hundreds of times, but even his most explicit dreams didn’t come close to the reality of standing under the rush of hot water as he held the only boy who had been able to draw him out of his shell. Pulling out of the kiss, he stared at Scott. Besides the dazzling blue-green eyes, Scott had shaggy blond hair which was now matted to his forehead and clinging to his neck. His skin was naturally bronzed, and he had a strong jaw line which gave him a rugged, masculine appearance. A bit of scruffy stubble completed the image nicely. Rising onto his toes, Derek placed his lips at the crook where jaw met neck and slowly kissed his way down the lean cords of muscle until he reached the collar bone. Glancing down, he gasped at the sight of his bulging pecs and washboard abs. All other images and thoughts vanished as soon as he saw Scott’s cock which stood fully erect between their two bodies.

  The combination of running water, slick skin on skin, and Scott’s naked body in the full light of the bathroom sent a new wave of excitement through Derek. “Remind me why we haven’t showered together before.”

  Scott bent his head so his forehead touched Derek’s, his hands still securely planted on each butt cheek. “She’s called Claire and if she ever caught us doing this, she’d lock up that chastity belt she’s got on you and throw away the key forever. Once we get to college we’ll have all the time in the world to do this and much more without worrying about your mom.”

  Taking some body wash, Derek applied a generous amount to the loofah which hung from the shower nozzle and began to clean Scott, forming a rich, thick foam as he did so. “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” He snickered and continued his scrubbing. “Can we stop talking about my mom now? I’m sure we can find other things to focus on.”

  Allowing water to wash away the soap he had applied to Scott’s body, Derek lowered his lips to one nipple, closing his mouth around the succulent bit of flesh, running his tongue in circles as the nub hardened.

  Scott groaned and placed a hand on the back of Derek’s head, holding him there. Needing no further encouragement, he bit down, using his teeth to increase the stimulation. Over the past few months he had learned exactly how to drive Scott wild. Stimulating his nipples was one of the most effective ways. As he teased, moans filled the bathroom as his erection pressed against Derek’s stomach. As if choreographed, they both reached down and wrapped their fingers around rigid shafts at the same time. Slowly tugging at each other, they began to increase their motion. Tension began to build up in Derek’s balls and his core muscles began to quiver in fast, ticklish spasms of pleasure. “Scott, I’m…going…to…come.” With a loud moan, 14

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  he tilted his head back, water crashing onto his face, as his cock erupted under Scott’s skillful manipulation.

  As soon as Derek’s release subsided, Scott’s breathing became heavy. Derek quickened his pace as he jerked at his cock.

  Scott grabbed Derek behind his neck and pressed their foreheads together tightly. His cock pulsed, releasing ribbons of cum into Derek’s hand while he stared directly at Derek. His moans were not as loud as Derek’s had been, but they contained an animal ruggedness, almost as if he were growling.

  Derek felt the lingering spasms of Scott’s orgasm as his cock pulsed in his hand. Leaning heavily into Scott’s body, he rested his head on the rounded shoulder muscle and sighed. After a moment, Scott wrapped his arms around Derek. “That was incredible.”

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; “Mm,” was all Derek could manage. Bending down to pick up the loofah which he had dropped at some point, he had no idea when. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Scott.

  “I forgot how fuckin’ amazing your ass it. I don’t get to see it nearly enough.”

  Scott’s voice had regained some volume, but still contained the ruggedness which sent ripples of electricity through Derek.

  Standing and applying soap to the loofah, Derek laughed. “Turn around. Let me get your back.” Scott turned, exposing the smooth tanned skin of his back and Derek allowed his eye to roam down the tapered lines of his body until they rested on his firm, rounded ass. While it didn’t have as much bubble as his own, Derek still found the sight alluring.

  He began rubbing the loofah in gentle circles at Scott’s shoulder and the scent of pomegranate and mango filled the bathroom as suds formed and slid down his back. Derek felt a light twinge of jealousy as some of the soap slid into the crack of his ass. He had dreamed of getting closer to that part of Scott for the better part of a year and those suds rushed right to the area without hesitation. One day I’ll make that journey. Working his way lower and lower, until his was just above Scott’s butt, his own excitement continued to build up inside of him. Unable to control himself, he leaned forward, pressing Scott into the wall, his erection firmly against his ass. Scott leaned back, his head resting on Derek’s shoulder. In a relaxed voice, he whispered into Derek’s ear. “You better stop before we—“

  His words were cut off as Derek ground his hips forward, his cock sliding into the crack of Scott’s ass. They both gasped and Scott turned around. “Derek. Stop. You know how I feel about this.”

  Derek lowered his head and was rewarded by an eyeful of his thick, fully erect cock. “Your words say one thing, but your body—“ His words were cut off this time as Scott cupped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss. There was desperation in the movement of his tongue as it massaged the inside his mouth. When he pulled out of the kiss, Scott’s eyes burned and Derek wondered how it was possible 15

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  for the cool blue-green to seem like burning flames. “There will be plenty of time for us to do whatever we want in two weeks when we’re at college and away from our parents.

  Disappointment filled Derek like water being poured into a vase, but it wasn’t long before Scott pulled him into another kiss. Derek’s thoughts blurred and shifted until he couldn’t remember what he was upset about a moment earlier. Then Scott placed two strong hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently backwards until his back touched cold tile, evoking a sharp hiss out of him. Scott smiled and the cold sensation evaporated as heat rushed through his body.

  Scott took the loofah and applied more of the sweet, citrus-scented body wash, then began to rub the mounded plains of pectoral muscles on Derek’s chest. Slowly working his way down, Derek felt the soothing abrasion of the mesh which massaged his skin. As Scott worked his way down, Derek’s cock began to pulse once again, rhythmically bobbing with each heartbeat. “Scott.” His voice came out raspy, accentuated by the echo created by the steamy air in the shower stall. “Unless you’re prepared to finish what you’ve started, you might want to stop. As it stands, we’re already going to be late getting to Beck’s.”

  He stopped washing and looked down. When he looked back at Derek, it seemed indecision was playing behind his eyes. Scott captured his lower lip between his teeth, a sign Derek had learned meant Scott was contemplating something. For a moment hope filled him that Scott might reconsider his rule about waiting until college. But his hope was dashed as Scott turned the water to cold, abruptly bringing an end to the sensual heat simmering between them.

  They both started jumping about, fighting to be the first to get out of the shower. Laughing, they dried off, made their way to Derek’s room, and got dressed. Scott picked up his bag and headed for Derek’s door. When Derek didn’t follow, he turned around and peered at him with a confused expression on his face. “Everything all right?”

  “Yeah, I just forgot something. I’ll meet you out by the car.” Scott shrugged and headed outside. Once Derek heard the front door click shut, he reached for his bag and checked inside the front pocket. The envelope containing Scott’s graduation present was still there. He couldn’t wait to give it to him, but wanted the moment to be perfect. Satisfied that he had everything he needed, Derek met Scott outside and they headed to Beck’s. It was already three o’clock and they were going to be late, but Derek didn’t care.

  When they arrived, she was already sitting by the pool. She had always been plussized, but her face was beautiful. High cheek bones captured the light from the sun to accentuate her face. Her smile, when she was smiling, lit up her face. Her brown bob matched her personality, pert and light. Yet there was a softness to her that had never been there before. Beck had always had a hard edge, only letting her guard down with Derek. During senior year, their friendship had been strained, as Derek and Scott spent 16

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  more and more time together. But in the end, he learned how to balance his relationship with his boyfriend and his best friend from childhood.

  Derek walked up to her, carrying the requested list of food supplies. “Where’s George?” he asked, looking around. Beck and George had been in the drama club all through high school and had gotten together at the beginning of the summer. What had started as a fun little fling that began on their summer camping trip in Maine, had turned into a torrid love affair and continued for the remainder of the summer. Beck glared at him. “Don’t think that asking me about my boyfriend is going to distract me from the fact you’re twenty minutes late. You know how much I hate it when you’re late for things. I should kick you in the nuts right now.”

  “Sorry, we were, uh, we had to…do some stuff.”

  Shaking her head, she walked up to him. “You had to, uh, do some stuff? Well that clears everything up.” She grabbed the bag Derek was holding and peered inside. As if someone had flipped a switch, her sour mood became sweet. “Good. Buns, burger meat, chips, soda. Oh, you got my favorite. Double Stuf Oreos.”

  Despite Beck’s propensity for threatening the male anatomy with various acts of violence, something she had been doing ever since she knew what balls were, she was one of the funniest people he knew. Still, her behavior had become more erratic since she had started dating George. She had become far more moody and unpredictable. It had begun to grate on Derek’s nerves. “Beck, you asked me to get them. Why are you acting surprised?”

  Speaking as if she hadn’t heard him, she continued with a chipper tone. “You’re always so thoughtful Derek. Thank you.” She tore open the Oreos and popped two into her mouth.

  “But, Beck, you asked me to get them for you.”

  Scott walked over and stood behind Derek, placing his arms around his waist. Leaning over, pretending to kiss his neck, Scott whispered, “Derek, don’t get twisted. This is Beck. We love her, but she’s nuts. Hey, maybe that’s why she’s always going on about nuts and what she’ll do to them.”

  Derek laughed and leaned back into Scott’s embrace.

  Beck turned to see why Derek had started laughing and, seeing the two of them standing together, smiled. “You two are still the cutest couple I’ve ever seen.”

  Derek was still annoyed with Beck, but since she was talking about him and Scott, he decided to drop it. He had to agree even if it was narcissistic, the two of them did make an incredibly cute couple, and he never tired of hearing Beck say so. He wished he could let everyone know how happy he was, but Scott wasn’t ready for that. The only person outside of them who could appreciate who they were to each other was Beck, so he stole every comment he could get from her and reveled in it. Deciding to return to his initial line of questioning, he turned back to Beck. “So, where’s George?”

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  past few days. He may not look it, being less muscled than you two wrestling boys, but he’s got the biggest cock ever. I can only get my mouth a third of the way down his shaft.” Beck pursed her lips, deep in thought for a moment. “Well, maybe I can get half way down. Just thinking about it is making my pussy wet right now.”

  Derek felt Scott cringe behind him and his own gut churning at the thought of Beck’s stimulated genitals. He made an exaggerated show of clutching his stomach and mock-heaved as if he were getting sick. “I love you, but that was an image I did not need before eating.”

  Beck turned to Derek. “Like you don’t tell me about your love life with Scott.”

  Derek walked over to Beck and guided her towards the poolside table. Sitting her gently down, he crossed his legs and placed a teacherly look on his face. “Yes Beck, I do tell you about my love life with Scott, but I don’t go into depth about his cock or our bodily fluids. Remember all those talks we had about the difference between a share and an over-share?”

  “Come off it Derek. Do you really care if I talk about my sex life or a wet snatch? Seriously.” Her tone had shifted from cheerful to snippy. Resisting the urge to snap back, Derek counted to five in his head. Not only did Beck’s mood swings concern him, but she had touched upon a sore topic for him. He and Scott hadn’t had sex yet, and the fact that Beck had bothered him. Not that he was jealous of Beck, but he envied that she had been able to experience what he wanted to experience with Scott. What irked him was that Beck’s feelings for George had basically sparked up over the summer whereas he and Scott had been together for almost a year. It hardly seemed right or fair.

  Thinking about it caused a dull ache to pulse at his temples. Rather than think about it, he decided to keep his focus on Beck. “So, how is everything between you two?”