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From S-Tek in Montreal: (514)597-2409

Derek...The Perfect Love
by Rick

     "I think I know why I like men!" Roger mumbled to Derek over morning
coffee.

     Derek glanced up, draped over the kitchen chair. "Oh Boy!"

     "Asshole!" Roger muttered. "I care enough to wonder."

     "Not worth the energy...you do...that's as far as you need to go."

     "I care about you. That's more than your tricks ever do!"

     Derek paused "My tricks give me physical satisfaction without the
complicated shit of answering a bunch of idiotic questions about myself and my
role in fucking American society!"

     "The start of another classic argument". Roger muttered.

     He continued..."Feelings are nada."

     Roger moaned..."Here we go again."

     "What the fuck is bein'a man?" Derek drawled, "Lappin' pussy all night?"

     "Shit!"...Roger was feeling bad by now. Derek was right, of course, why
would you analyze why you like men? Derek was even sexier at this time of day
than any other. Before he was shaved and dressed and "behaved" for the rest of
the world. Now in his late twenties, 5'7, chiseled rock-hard muscle, ex-marine
and body builder. Some mixture of French Canadian-American, Indian-Italian. His
cock wasn't much longer than about 5 inches, but it had a fat head on it, the
kind where the head ends in a perfectly centered piss-slit that closes so
completely, it almost disappears. His balls pulled so tight up against his
groin, they almost withdrew into his body cavity. There was no hair on his cock
or balls, and his pubic bush was almost heart shaped.

     "Jesus, is this all I get?" Roger muttered.

     Derek pondered momentarily. "You got what you went looking for."

     Derek reached out and touched Roger's thigh while reaching down between
the folds of his silk robe and rubbing his own crotch. "Not for the likes of us
to understand"

     "Crude sort of lifestyle, yes?" Roger asked.

     "Examine anything and you'll find flaws" Derek responded.

     Roger glanced over at the clock on the microwave oven. "Where should I be
now?" he asked himself. It was Saturday...no reason to concern himself with a
place to be. The comfort afforded him only two days a week. There was Derek's
morning hard-on poking out from under his robe and his piercing blue eyes
gazing straight into Roger's.

     "Do me?" Derek asked as he stared directly into Roger's eyes and pulled
the robe away from his body, his erection sticking straight out, pulling his
nuts up tight against his abdomen.

     Roger looked down sheepishly, "As if I could say no..." he thought.

     "Sure, what the fuck" Roger replied.

     Roger's eyes glanced at the hard cock just a few inches from his face and
licked his lips in anticipation. "Nice fat head" he thought. His mouth closed
over Derek's cock head and the warmth filled his mouth. Roger closed his eyes
and wondered if he'd ever understand all of this. "Probably not" he thought.

     "Maybe it takes someone else to help us understand" Roger thought.

     Sure of himself at this point, he probed Derek's piss slit with his tongue
and felt the head surge and throb. "This is enough" he thought to
himself..."why give yourself a headache over it?"

     As Roger slowly drew Derek's cock deep into his mouth, he thought back to
the night they met and how exciting their first night together had been. Roger
found him sitting on a bench in the park near the apartment house. Derek, in
his usual style, was draped over the bench with one leg propped up and the
other stretched straight out in front of him. An obvious invitation. Roger
paused along the walk a few feet away and waited for some sign from Derek to
approach. Derek didn't waste any time and with one hand grabbed his crotch
through his jeans and said, "How ya' doin?"

     "I'm OK...you?" is all Roger could think to say.

     Derek paused for a few seconds, then said "What ya' lookin' for?"

     "Stupid question" Roger thought, but replied, "Not sure, just out."

     "Out of what?" Derek chuckled.

     Roger grinned. "Out of just about everything" he replied.

     Roger gathered up his courage and strolled over to the bench and sat down
next to Derek. In the dim light, Roger could make out Derek's finely chiseled
features. Long, light brown hair, deep blue eyes, aristocratic nose and chin.
Roger felt his cock stiffening.

     Roger thought to himself, "This guy's too cute to be out cruising."

     Roger's erection was beginning to show under his button fly and he turned
and faced Derek and spread his legs wide enough for Derek to see. "Actions
speak louder than words" he thought.      Derek didn't move, just glanced over
and grinned.      "I like that" he said. "Subtle..."
     Derek looked away, yawned and said "Live near here?"

     Roger's heart was pounding in his ears, his inexperience at this was
making him very nervous. "Now what do I say?" he thought as a slight panic
crept into him.

     With what little composure he could muster, he said "Over there" pointing
back down the walk in the direction he had come from.

     "Sure could use a beer tonight" Derek said.

     Roger paused again, "Wanna go to my place?" He was feeling like everything
he said was sounding like a line out of some cornball movie. He just couldn't
dream up anything original and he wasn't sure he'd know what to do after he got
this guy up to his apartment. "Shit!" he thought to himself, "I feel like a
complete shithead."

     Derek stood up, stretched and drawled "Sure, let's go."

     Derek's hands were clamped expertly on Roger's head, the kitchen curtains
stirred as an early morning breeze drifted in through the open window. Derek's
cock was just starting to leak pre-cum and Roger dipped his tongue into the
piss slit to catch its sweet flavor.

     If there was anything Roger had learned over the last few months, it was
that Derek liked attention...lots of attention. Derek had hustled before Roger
met him and he had a demanding ego. That was something Roger was always being
reminded of, either stroke his ego or lose him to someone who would. Roger's
hands wandered around to Derek's small, round, muscular buns. His fingers
probed and squeezed while his tongue and lips expertly worked up and down
Derek's hard rod.

     Roger's own cock was swollen and jerked up and down. Derek slipped one
hand down and tugged on it. "What's that?" he asked. Roger pulled away from his
cock and stood up and slipped both arms around Derek's chest and kissed him
deeply. Derek thrust his hips forward and trapped Roger's cock between his
muscular thighs. Roger pushed it up and the tip just contacted Derek's clamped
ass cheeks.

     They held that embrace for several minutes, tongues roaming in each
other's mouths.

     Derek nipped at Roger's earlobe and stuck his tongue in Roger's ear just
to piss him off. Roger yanked his head away, reached around behind Derek and
shoved his index finger up Derek's asshole. "You prick!" Roger said. Derek
clamped his asshole around Roger's finger, rolled his eyes back feigning
ecstasy. "Oh yayess, Dahlinnn, yayess!...pant,pant."

     Roger dropped back into the chair, pulled Derek towards him and resumed
working on his cock. His mind wandered back to the first night. He led Derek
back to the brick apartment house. They chatted. Roger unlocked the apartment
door and led Derek to the couch before heading for the kitchen to retrieve a
couple of beers. The apartment was small, all he could afford right now and the
couch and bed were one in the same. Derek was dressed in skin-tight jeans and
muscle shirt. His well-defined arms and torso showed clearly through the thin
cotton shirt. Roger tried to keep from staring at him. "Where ya' from?" Roger
asked as he handed Derek a beer, popping the top for him.

     Derek reached down, untied one tennis shoe and slipped it off. He glanced
up at Roger's face, grinned a little and said "Alabama...you?"

     "Delaware...what brings you to Florida?"

     "Hard luck, mostly" Derek said, untying the other tennis shoe.

     Derek's robe fell to the kitchen floor as he reached down and pulled Roger
up out of the chair and led him out of the kitchen into the combination
livingroom/bedroom. Derek had become an expert at unfolding the couch and did
so deftly with one hand while he shoved Roger into it with the other.

     Roger knew what to expect and rolled over onto his stomach and spread his
legs wide for Derek to crawl up between. Derek produced a tube of KY and a
condom from under the couch bed and proceeded to work KY into Roger's willing
asshole.

     With one finger working slowly and gently up into Roger's ass, Derek
unrolled the rubber down over his thick cock. The sensations were drawing deep
sighs from Roger and he pushed his ass up in anticipation.

     "Not at all like the first time" Roger thought back.

     Derek sipped on the beer while Roger listened intently to the string of
events leading to Derek's arrival in Florida. In and out of small town jails in
Alabama, hustling to pay the rent. Derek packed up everything he had and headed
for the Interstate with his thumb out. He managed to land a job in an auto
parts warehouse here but had no intention of settling down. Roger slipped out
of his boots to make Derek feel more comfortable and relaxed back into the
couch, adjusting his erection through his jeans.

     Roger envied Derek's cool style and wondered if he could ever act as
smooth in a complete stranger's apartment after meeting him in a park only a
few minutes earlier. Derek's hard body told Roger he could take care of himself
and that's probably what made him so self-confident. A few beers and more idle
chatter later, Derek asked "Let's do something, where's the bed?"

     "You're sitting on it" Roger said.

     "I gotta get out of these jeans" Derek said as he stood up and yanked his
muscle T up over his head. Roger's heart leapt into his throat as he stared at
Derek's chest. Chiseled and defined like a Greek statue, his torso was
completely hairless, his stomach muscles rippled under his flawless skin. Roger
wanted to speak but his throat had contracted so tightly that he could barely
breathe. He just stared at Derek's chest while Derek popped the buttons on his
501's. Derek stared directly into Roger's eyes and, with a drawl as smooth as
bride's satin he said "Wayell?"

     Roger clumsily pulled the bed out and reached behind it and threw a couple
of pillows down. His hands were shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed
it on the floor beside the bed. Derek's body was deeply tanned from the Florida
beaches and there was a stark line across his washboard stomach where his tan
line ended. His cock was rigid and standing straight out in front of him as he
crawled into the bed. He casually reached down and pulled on it. It jerked and
a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

     Roger finished undressing and slipped in beside him.

     The bed was rocking gently as Derek's cock slid in and out of Roger's ass,
Roger's body was slick with sweat and Derek's hips felt hard against his ass
cheeks when he slammed it home. Roger felt the heat of Derek's groin against
his body and wondered if he could ever live without him. Derek was physical
perfection, something to be admired from a distance...molded and sculpted to be
adored. Roger felt like he could only hope that Derek cared enough about him to
stay for a while longer. Roger found it hard to believe that Derek was, after
all, just human like anyone else and needed to be loved and cared for. "Men
like him just don't come across as being human" he often thought. "They treat
you like a jerk-off rag...blow their wad up your ass or down your throat...walk
away like you owed it to them." He felt Derek's hands wandering up and down his
back and reaching around to tug on his tits while his cock pumped in and out of
his asshole. Derek was drenched in sweat and their bodies slipped over each
other without friction.

     Roger clamped his ass hard around Derek's cock and Derek drew in one very
deep breath, shoved hard up against Roger's butt and Roger could feel his cock
spasm as his cum pumped out into the rubber. Roger couldn't hold back and his
own cum spurted out in thick puddles under his stomach onto the sweat-soaked
sheets. Derek collapsed on top of him and Roger felt like he would pass out.
Derek's chest was covered with sweat and his heart was pounding so hard that
Roger could feel it against his back. Telling Derek he loved him seemed so
fruitless to Roger, but something had happened to him this morning and a new
feeling had crept into Roger. It felt scary...new, different, unfamiliar. He
gently pushed Derek off him, rolled over on his back and propped himself up on
his elbows. Derek's eyes were closed, the rubber dangled half off his softening
cock...a wad of cum was pooled in the end of it. Derek's pubic hair was matted
and smeared with KY and sweat and cum that dripped out from under the stretched
rubber.

     Roger remembered...He reached out with one trembling hand and squeezed and
kneaded Derek's hard nipples. Derek raised both muscular arms and planted his
hands casually behind his head. Roger's heart was pounding wildly as he worked
from one tit and then the other, his free hand caressing that slab abdomen.
Roger ran his tongue and lips up and around Derek's thick bull-neck and then
down to probe his armpit. There was only a very small patch of hair under
Derek's arms and Roger teased around it. Derek closed his eyes and moaned
softly. Roger tried to kiss him, but Derek swiftly turned his head to one side
and pushed Roger's head towards his rigid fuckpole. Roger ran his tongue down
the center of Derek's stomach and probed his pubic bush. He reached down and
encircled the fat cock with one hand while he hesitantly slid his lips down
over the head. His tongue probed and his lips slid down farther. Derek thrust
his hips up and pushed Roger's head down farther onto his jerking cock.

     Roger twisted his body around so his cock was just inches from Derek's
face. Derek reached out and squeezed Roger's oozing cock, but just slid his
hand up and down the shaft for a few minutes. Roger's mouth was straining to
hold the bulk of Derek's cock and he let it slip out and just licked up and
down the shaft and around the coronal ring. This drove Derek wild and Roger
felt Derek's lips close around his cockhead. He knew he wouldn't be able to
hold back for very long and he gently forced his cock into Derek's waiting
mouth. He felt his balls churn and his cock jumped and pulsed once and then he
felt his whole body stiffen and he started pumping his fuck juice down Derek's
throat. Derek's body immediately responded and his load was soon shooting out
in long strands down Roger's throat. "Jeeeesus..." Derek moaned.

     The early rays of Saturday morning sun were streaming across the couch/bed
and reflected off the sweat-soaked muscles of Derek's chest and stomach.

     Roger leaned over, planted a kiss on Derek's lips and whispered the words
he never thought he'd say to another man..."I love you Derek."

     Derek kept his eyes closed, grinned that shit eatin' Alabama grin and said
"I know...why do you think I stick around?"

     The End