Wrestling With Love (3 page)

D.H. Starr

Wrestling With Love

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.”

“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?”

“Oh, he’s at the store picking out sheets and other crap for college with his mother. He’ll be here any minute. I’ll tell you, I’m so glad my parents have been gone for the 17

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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?”

Beck looked towards the gate separating her back yard from the street and then turned to face Derek and Scott. “I suppose I can talk about this with you, but you have to pretend I didn’t say anything when George gets here. The two of us have been fighting lately. I think it’s the stress of separating for college in two weeks. That’s eons away. I don’t know why he is beginning to pull away now.”

The three of them sat down at the glass table by the pool. Scott kicked off his sandals and placed his feet on the table top, one over the other. “Well, today it will just be the four of us. We’ll grill some burgers, play in the pool. Maybe we can play chicken and get him all hot and bothered for you. With you on his shoulders you can touch and tickle and stir up that lovin’ feelin’.”

Beck smiled. “Thank you, Scott. You’re a true gentleman.” Turning to Derek, she crossed her arms over her chest. “See! Some boys haven’t forgotten the fine art of romance.”

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“Besides, that will give me a chance to have Derek up on my shoulders. Knowing how much you love balls, I’m sure you can appreciate my excitement for playing chicken.” Scott ducked as Beck swung her arm to smack him on the back of the head. Derek shook his head. “Oh yeah. That was the essence of true romance he just painted there.”

Their conversation was abruptly cut short by the creak of the gate. George came in and Beck threw on a gleaming smile. She jumped up and ran over to George, hugging him and giving him a big, open-mouthed kiss. Derek looked at Scott and was met with an expression of confusion, one eyebrow slightly raised. George was the only other person from their high school who knew Derek and Scott were gay. Once he and Beck had become serious, it became necessary to tell him if they were going to spend time together. At first, Scott had argued against telling George, but he eventually caved, knowing how important it was to Derek to spend time with Beck. There was no way they would have been able to go on that camping trip right after graduation, just the four of them, and keep their relationship a secret. In the end, Scott and George had become good friends. It was a shame Beck and George were having troubles. As much as her mood swings aggravated him, he was happy she had found someone who loved her. If he were a betting man, he would place money down that Beck was the root of their problems. For all of her good qualities as a friend, she was still insecure because of her size and tended to push people away before they had a chance to pull away on their own.