One More Time Ch. 11

"Mostly," I initially came back with before jokingly adding, "I do get lonely and the old right hand does get pretty boring," Before I knew what was happening, Derek rolled over, straddled my one leg with both of his, and covered my body with his. His chin was resting on my upper chest and even in the darkness, I could see him staring straight into my eyes.

"Maybe you should learn to not say 'no' so quickly then, Brad." It was uttered in the most serious tone I had ever heard him use.

Before I could spit out anything or push him off me, he moved his face up to mine and his tongue was forcing its way between my lips. He began kissing me the way I had always wanted him to, and any thoughts I had of stopping him surrendered to the passion I had only dreamed he would ever show me. My arms encircled his neck and my tongue battled with his inside my mouth. My hips instinctively shifted up into his and I felt his hardness grind against my own. The initial forcefulness of our making out quickly modified to a leisurely, more gentle, oral foreplay. Our hands began to trace over each other's bodies as we rolled to our sides and nuzzled together while continuing the tender kisses. I moaned into Derek's mouth as he pushed his hand inside my boxers and found my erection. He squeezed it and then pulled away from my mouth, staring at me as he fondled my bone. "You want me to stop, Brad?" came from him with an almost solemn look on his face.

"Do YOU want to, Derek?" was all I could get out between the labored breaths I was taking.

He grinned, pecked at my quivering lips, and said, "I didn't start this because I wanted to stop just when it was getting interesting. I just want you OK with it, buddy."

I wiggled my legs around his and trapped them in an ankle lock, mashing our crotches together. My hands went to his head and pulled him back to my face. My tongue slid over his lips again slowly and then I murmured, "I am totally OK with it so long as you keep letting me see a side of you I didn't think I ever would."

"I can sleep after work tomorrow...we have the whole night for you to show me what I have been missing." As he began to slurp his way from the base of my neck all the way to my ear, I realized that this was going to be a night of learning and teaching for both of us. When he started nibbling on my ear lobe, I raked my fingers down his back and began pushing his underwear off. As they slipped down his thighs, and he tugged mine free from my waist, I said a silent prayer that this would be neither a huge mistake; nor what I dreaded most: complete fulfillment with him finally...but with the words 'one last time' to be added afterwards.

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The first time I had been pulled from my deep slumber on Sunday morning was by Derek kneeling between my legs and his lips suctioning on my hard cock around 7AM. Thinking at first that it was a dream, I had only laid there motionless while he sucked on me and massaged my full balls. When I comprehended that this was no scene happening only in my brain and tried to get him to shift so I could fellate him also, he only grinned at me and said, "You can owe me one, Brad...I'm running late and this is my breakfast." Partially not believing my ears, I watched in awe as he kept expertly working my shaft with his mouth for several more minutes. He took my newest load without pulling off and then inched up to my face to share it with me in a kiss as intense as the ones from the night before. The romantic atmosphere was soon shattered though, as he jumped up and declared, "Gotta take a quick shower and get my ass to the store by 8."

I lustfully watched his high and firm butt globes barely shift as he walked naked across the bedroom to the adjoining bath. There was still a part of me that was sure this was all the most vivid fantasy I had ever come up with when I heard the shower turn on. To convince myself otherwise, I began reminding myself of what all had went down between us hours earlier. When he returned five minutes later, wiping himself down with a large towel, I told him to grab a pair of my clean boxers from the dresser if he wanted, and watched as he quickly pulled on his clothes. Once he was dressed for work, Derek came over to the bed and teasingly fondled my wilted cock. "I should be back shortly after 4:00, Brad. Maybe we can find some way to use this to work up a big appetite before dinner." There was a truly devilish smirk on his face as he made the suggestion. He dropped the slight hold he had on my spent tool, gave me yet another kiss, and announced, "See you later, you hot little stud," before leaving me to find a few more hours of needed sleep.

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I awoke the second time shortly before noon and was amazed at finding myself hard again. For once, I kept my hands off the post-sleep wood and slipped out of bed to make some coffee. The sun was shining brightly through the living room window and a quick check out the rear door said the weather was warm enough to sit on the patio overlooking the lake while I inhaled enough caffeine to make me human again. After pulling on some old jeans, a long sleeved sweatshirt, and a pair of sneaks, I was soon sitting at the old picnic table out back. Not surprisingly, I was barely into the first cup when the replays began behind my eyes.

The first thing that came back to me was how Derek had remained so impassioned as we stripped each other of our underwear. It was as if a lot more than pure lust was driving him. I remember not being certain of the game plan, but since I was fully committed to what had started, I took the initiative and went down on him quickly as soon as we were both naked. It had been more than two years since his cock had breeched my lips and I ate on it hungrily. His hands worked my back and neck muscles as I bent over further and took one swallow after another of his silky popsicle.

Like had happened so many times before, Derek twisted around in the bed after a few minutes and had my throbber also in his mouth. We stayed in the sixty-nine position for some time...stopping only to lick full balls or chew on pubes when we knew we had the other close to coming. It was, by far, the best blow job Derek had ever given me as he made it true oral lovemaking I didn't know he was capable of. His fervor only increased mine and I worked my lips and tongue on his entire groin region with equal dedication. Just as I was ready to beg for relief, he latched onto my ass cheeks, yanked me forward into his throat, and at the same time began humping my face in rapid, shorts bursts. My own hips responded in like manner automatically and the garbled noises we made seconds later were a combination of moans of ecstasy and useless attempts to warn each other of already happening orgasms.

Unlike always before, as soon as the final wads had dribbled out, Derek didn't worry about cleaning up and playing dumb. Rather, he rotated, dragged me to him, and began kissing me again. I was positive he had no idea of what the term 'snowball' meant, but his talented tongue sure knew how to make them as we caressed each other and swapped the remaining juices we hadn't gulped down. As our intense ardor began to wane finally, he willingly let me nuzzle up with him and held me in an embrace that was far more than friends share. If all that wasn't enough of a change, he finished shattering the reputation he had built with me by uttering one line: "You could turn me into a total cocksucker, Brad." I don't know what was bigger at that moment...the size of my eyes as I looked at him, or the smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss me yet again.

We stayed entwined together as we talked about various things over the next half hour or so. Some of the conversation was general bull shit, but much of it was driven by Derek's question of why I had never told him how I felt about him before. He seemed only mildly pacified by the answer I gave him: "Because I didn't think you would deal well with it, Derek."

"Well, you can see how I am dealing with it now, Brad," was all he offered back at first. When I remained silent, he added, "Maybe back in high school or right after, I wouldn't have, but now..." The rest of whatever he was thinking vanished on his tongue.

With the door finally open, I let my mouth keep it that way. "Gawd, Derek...when you kissed me tonight, I damn near blew my load before I even got hard. Why had you never done that before?"

There was a short pause before he replied. "I wanted to, Brad. So many times, I wanted to go a lot farther than we had. But I just didn't." His hand strayed back to my inner thigh and was lightly brushing it and bumping my balls as he continued. "I knew you probably wanted to, but I guess I also thought that anything more, was more gay than I could handle."

I snickered to myself at the oxymoronic rationale he had used. Sucking cock wasn't 'too gay' but kissing or fucking would be! His wandering fingers had spawned the beginnings of a new bone. Now feeling playful again also, I reached over to his thick curlies and teased him by using my fingernails to produce the same silly pube scratch code he had so often used on me. "So what else had you wanted to do, but never tried for?" Before he spoke, I felt his hand cup my balls and push them up slightly. That was followed by his long middle finger gently snooping at the split in my cheeks. When he poked at my rosebud, I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moan that came along with my dick growing fully erect again. "Maybe something you would like too, Brad," was offered as he continued to tease the entrance of my man cavern.

I wiggled back against his probing and told him, "You could have had it so easily the night you dry humped me and shot your load up my back, Derek...do you even remember that night...after the bachelor party?" He only answered with a nod of his head and a knowing grin. To make sure he knew I was serious about this new venture, I pinched my thighs together to trap his hand and clenched my ass cheeks on his finger. The smile I wore as I squirmed against him must have helped too, since he rolled over on top of me and drove his tongue into my mouth. It was only minutes before his knees were splitting my legs and his hard rod was replacing his finger. "It's a lot tighter than pussy, Derek...treat it like it's virgin until I am good and opened up," was all I said before I helped his arrow tip find the bulls eye. I knew his long, slender cock would be perfect to be screwed by and with only the most minor of pain, he was in me fully within minutes.

"You. Are. So. Fucking. TIGHT!" and animalistic grunts was all I heard from him for the first ten minutes. When he realized from my gradually increasing hip thumps back into him that I was loosened up well, he began taking full thrusts. He lowered himself onto my body and the next words struck almost as hard as his slams to my magic button with his cock head were hitting. "I love you, Brad," spilled from his lips just before they captured mine and kept them busy while he took up a rhythm that was a cross between making love and unrestrained...and previously unfulfilled...desire. Just as I felt the tingle of my balls tightening, Derek's let my lips go and whispered, "I wanna cum in you, Brad."

"Breed my ass with your babies then," I ordered and happily took his next flurry of slams as his taut abs rubbed on my cock. "Fuck my load right out of me, you fucking stud," I cried.

"I'm gonna fill your hot ass up," he let out gasping for breath. He reared up slightly and nailed me full on with three direct hits that made me explode a torrent of cum ropes up to my face and splattering him too. One grand finale set of short thrusts of his hips and Derek cried out nearly loud enough to vibrate the bedroom window as he flooded me inside.

Just as my memory banks were about to relive the intense afterglow and discussion Derek and I shared before going to sleep spooned together, I heard a car door slam in my driveway. I knew it was way too early for him to be off work already, and had no clue at first who could be there. I suddenly felt an icy chill run through my entire body as only one possibility finally came to mind...JEREMY!

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I rushed in the back door and through the living room quickly as I heard the last of the knocks. I stood with my hand on the door knob for a few extra seconds, trying to collect my thoughts and concurrently adjusting the lump that had formed in my jeans from the memories of the previous night. When I finally tugged the door open, I smiled with as much innocence on my face as I could muster and simply offered, "Hey, Jeremy."

"No offense, Brad, but you look like total shit," came out first but with a big grin. I probably did, but he stepped across the threshold and hugged me anyway.

"It was a real late night and I've only been up for a little bit," was my attempt at explaining my raggy clothes, disheveled hair, and nearly two day beard growth. "You want some coffee?" I asked as I spun and headed back towards the kitchen.

Jeremy followed me and said "A coke would better," as he tossed the plastic Krogers bag full of snack food on the counter before digging one out of the fridge. "Thought maybe we could catch the game and stopped to get munchies on the way out." As I turned towards him, Jeremy slid the back of his hand over my cheek and grinned. "I dunno...scruff kinda works for you at times," was followed by a kiss to my stumbled face.

I basically ignored both the face stroke and kiss as I tried to decide what to say. With everything that had happened since Derek had appeared with the same lack of warning last night, Jeremy had never once crossed my mind. As much as I tried, I couldn't even figure out where to start a conversation with him right now. He compounded the confusion with his next words.

"I drove in from Youngstown late last night and came out to surprise you...but saw you had company, so I just went back to the dorm." The dead silence I maintained was broken by, "So it was a late night, eh?" and an inquisitive smirk.

"Let's sit down and talk, Jeremy," I managed to get out as I walked to the couch with my fresh cup of coffee. I sipped at it as I sat down and still searched for where to begin.

He settled in beside me and offered in a joking but mocking tone, "Nothing good ever comes from someone saying 'Let's talk,' as their first sentence." He only partially calmed my fears by adding a smile and fist poke to my shoulder.

"Jeremy, last night was a little strange, and..." I was sure my lack of immediate further words was betraying me, but I had to stop to think.

"Brad, I saw it was Derek's car in the driveway at midnight and all the lights were off...and with the way he was acting at the store when I went in...well, nothing you tell me will surprise me."

"What do you mean 'the way he was acting'?" I questioned and put the cup back to my mouth.

"You want it hard core or candy-coated?" Jeremy lobbed back to me, but didn't wait for my response. "If I am right, I guess this is no time to pull punches, is it? Let's just say that he was in the best mood I have seen him in for weeks, and if I had to make a bet, it wasn't from anything to do with Lacy. He was acting too much like a high school boy that had finally lost his virginity." With that, Jeremy moved the soda can to his lips and let his eyes tell me it was my turn.

I hugged the coffee cup between my palms and took a deep breath. "They had a huge fight and she threw him out and he ended up here and spent the night here and fuck, Jeremy...shit just happened! " I let out in one convoluted sentence. "I am so sorry but I am so motherfucking confused right now too!"

Jeremy reached over and wrapped his arm around me with a look on his face that said he understood even if he didn't. "Brad," he began softly, "I kind of assumed as much. Don't work yourself into an ulcer, just tell me what happened...if you feel like you need to."

"Please don't ask me for all the details yet, Jeremy. He is coming back here after work. I don't think he intends on going home tonight either."

"Are you cool with that, Brad?"

"In a way, yeah, I guess. I cant really turn my back on him right now. As much as he has frustrated me in the past, he has been my best friend for a long time."

"And something tells me that friendship went someplace last night it never had before."

The knowing look Jeremy gave me made me shiver. "What makes you say that?"

Two of his fingers slid over the left side of my neck. "Well, the two hickeys here probably didn't come from an attack by a shop vac, for starters. Pretty hard to hide them in that low cut sweatshirt." He paused and then added with a snicker, "Plus you have a few wads of dried cum in your hair too. Either you two got REALLY busy last night, or you left him here alone and was the centerpiece of a bukakke party at the bar."

I actually managed to laugh along with him as I realized that between getting off three times since midnight and all the sweating that came with it, I probably smelled like a refuge from an orgy also. Then I got all serious again. "Why aren't you mad as hell at me?"

"Because I knew there was the distinct possibility of this happening at some point, Brad." The statement was made with a strange combination of empathy and hurt. "I wont deny that I am feeling a little jealous, but I also went into this with you with my eyes open too. I love you enough, that you being happy is the most important thing. My biggest concern is that you are really vulnerable right now and don't want to see you get hurt."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that I have no problem stepping back for a while, but only if whatever happened last night is more than just another of Derek's infamous 'one more times' if you get my drift." We both stayed silent for a minute or two and then he asked, "What DID happen, Brad?"

I lowered my eyes and whispered, "He made love to me, Jeremy." For some reason, I felt almost dirty answering his question honestly.

"As in: 'all-the-way, take-my-ass, kiss-me-all-over, make love' like you have always wanted him to for five freaking years?"

"Yeah...and gave me two blow jobs too," I added.

"And did you talk about it afterwards...at all?"

"Oh yeah. Not like making plans or what the hell happens next, but at least enough that he said the word gay a few times and told me he loved me. The discussions we had were little more than ones we should have had after the third or fourth time we got it on back in high school."

"And you do have a major point to deal with yet too...little problem called he is wearing a wedding ring."

"I know. But he already knows that I won't be his 'little-piece-on-the-side' though. I made that very clear weeks ago when he wanted to play around while she was out of town." I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling as if all the answers were written there. "I feel like I have fucked everything up, Jeremy," I finally uttered.

"Only because you are afraid to say to me what you need to, Brad; so let me do it." Jeremy took my hand in his and continued. "What you and I had has been very special, but what you have for him is beyond intense. If he is finally dealing with similar feelings, you have no choice but to see if you can make an honest fag out of him. I am a huge distraction for you and that means I have to love you enough to fade into the background until you know for sure."

I began to tear up a little as the words sank in. "This sounds so selfish, but I'm so afraid of losing you both now," I mumbled and then embraced him. "Just please tell me you don't hate me, Jeremy."

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me before speaking. "Brad, don't you dare think that. If he wasn't coming back here soon, I would get you naked and show you how I feel...get in my own 'one last time' just in case." I felt his hand gently rub my crotch as he added, "I love you too...I just happened to have drawn the short straw and am stuck waiting to see if Derek makes the changes he will need to. The only thing I ask, is for you to not let him drag it out...I can't and won't wait forever." A smile spread over his face suddenly. "Well one other thing too...if it works out for you guys, I get to be your best man."