Date: Wed, 04 May 2005 22:26:39 -0400
From: Sequoyah <sequoyah@charter.net>
Subject: Moon Watching Chpater 10

MOON WATCHING

Chapter Ten
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Chapter Ten

After a long silence Derrick asked, "You and Keith ever do anything?"

"Do anything?"

"You know, play around," Derrick said. "Don't pretend you don't know what I
am talking about."

Something suddenly clicked and I asked, "Was that what you and Andre were
doing? Playing around?"

Derrick looked sheepish and said, "Yeah, what did you think?"

"You two were lovers?" I asked, hoping I get a clue as to what exactly the
two had been up to.

"Nah, nothing a serious as that, we were just jerking off together. The
Major saw it and went ballistic. You and Keith ever do anything like that?"

"Sure" I answered, "when we were younger, but not since. Why did you ask?"

"I guess because of how you just dropped your pants without thinking. Kinda
made me wonder."

I laughed and said, "Ask my mom or Keith's about trying to keep clothes on
us. By the time we could walk, I'm told, we kept on as few clothes as
possible."

"You ever been in love?" Derrick asked out of the clear blue.

"Just how do you plan to get out of this one?" I asked myself. "I thought I
was a sometime ago and I guess I was, but it seems kinda childish now, but
then it wasn't. Yeah, I'd say I have been in love."

"What happened?"

"My love wasn't returned and it was made very clear it never would be. Took
me awhile, but I got over it. Wouldn't have missed it for the world, but
hope I never have to go through that again. I'm never going to fall love
again until I can be sure about the other person," I answered, lying
through my teeth, lying to both Derrick and myself and hoped it didn't
show. "You ever been in love?"

"Nope, I can honestly say I haven't. Had a couple crushes when I was in
middle school, but that's all they were, crushes. You think Joe and Trey
are in love or is it just sex?"

"I think when you get to know them you'll know the answer to that. It's
pretty obvious they are in love. They act like two love struck teenagers at
times. Yeah, they are as in love as my mom and dad. I'm sure of that. If
you think about what all they had to put up with because they were lovers,
I think you'd have a pretty solid 'yes' to that question."

"How did you know you were in love?" Derrick asked.

"Why all the concern about love all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Well, I guess because I think I might be in love. Since I never have been
before, I need help."

I laughed and said, "I guess the first question you need to answer is how
is the way you feel now different from anything you have experienced
before."

Derrick smiled and said,"Well, there have been people who turned me on
before, you know, you see them and make wood, so that's not different."

"Yeah, well, you can mark that up to lust. I know about that." Then being a
dumbass, added, "Had an experience with that last summer at baseball camp."
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I had set myself
up. Derrick was sure to catch on since he wasn't dumb and would know there
were no girls at baseball camp. Also, would he be fool enough to believe I
had only experienced lust once? "Real dumbass, Tom," I said to myself. "But
maybe not," I thought. "If Derrick's gay, he may get a signal and then..."
I can dream, can't I?

I guess Derrick was too wrapped up in his maybe being in love. He ignored
the obvious in what I said, but he did give me a kinda funny look as he
said, "Well, I guess I know about lust. What teenage guy doesn't? But what
I feel now is different. Well, some of what I feel is different, not all of
it. Yeah, lust is involved, but beyond that, there's something else."

We were both silent for several minutes. Finally I said, "I guess you think
you are in love and as time goes on, you fall more in love or less. Maybe
that's the best way to know. If your love grows, then it's love. If not,
it's not." We were both silent again. I dared not look at Derrick. My heart
was in my throat and racing double time. I was in pretty bad shape. If
Derrick named a girl I know my world would come crashing down again.

"Well, I know it started as lust," Derrick laughed. "Yeah, real lust. There
may not be love at first sight, but there's sure lust at first sight! Man,
is there! Then only a short time later I realized that I was feeling
different, thinking different about him and I was pretty sure I was in
love."

Him??? HIM??? Derrick said "HIM," I'm sure he did. I was thrilled, plunged
into despair and really to fight for Derrick all at the same time and all
because he said "him."

"Yeah, I think I'm in love," Derrick said slowly, thoughtfully.

I finally screwed up my courage and looked a Derrick. He had a smile on his
face which left me weak all over.

He reached out and touched my face with his long slender fingers and said,
"Yeah, it's different, very different and I think it's love." I was
completely paralyzed by his smile, his touch, his words. I couldn't move as
he took my hand in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed my
fingers. "Yeah," he said again, "I think it's love."

I wanted to respond, but I was too stunned. Finally I was able to take a
deep breath--I had been holding my breath, I discovered--and then said,
"Derrick, I have been in love and I know this is love, but a thousand time
more than before." I drew his hand to my lips as he had done and kissed his
fingers.

I suppose you think we immediately became a heap of rutting males consumed
by lust and trying to fuck each others brains out, but we didn't. For the
longest time, we just lay there, gazing into each others eyes with silly
grins on our faces. Eventually I was able to reach out and take Derrick's
face in my hands, pull his lips to mine for a very gentle kiss which
quickly became more passionate. As our tongues engaged in a lover's duel,
Derrick moved closer until our bodies were together, our hard cocks being
pressed between us.

Derrick started moving his hips in small circles and before we knew it, we
both started breathing heavy and I felt sudden release and the wetness of
my sperm. At the same time, I felt Derrick's cock pulsing against me.

After our climax, we lay on our backs, side by side, not looking at each
other. The sounds of the rivers, the warmth of the sun, Derrick beside
me--all spelling contentment, that is, contentment for a few minutes. Then
the evidence of my lust for Derrick because cold and clammy. "Cold cum can
really destroy a romantic mood," I said.

"But that's all it can destroy," Derrick said.

We got up, walked to the river's edge and wash our briefs, then used them
as a washcloth to clean up. When we finished, we stood up and Derrick
reached out and took me in his arms, and we again exchanged wonderful,
gentle kisses.

Holding hands, we walked back to the blanket and lay down, naked, and we
talked and talked and talked. Derrick talked about how he and Andre had
started jerking off before puberty and had done so until that day the Major
had caught them. "But that's all we did," he said. "I guess it's safe to
say I was never in love with Andre. Never did I want to take him in my
arms, hold him close, kiss him. Never would what I have just experienced
with you have meant anything with Andre. Yeah, I'm in love!" Derrick
exclaimed as he brought my face to his for another kiss.

I told him about what had happened with Keith--I mean about falling in love
with him and what happened as a result of my telling him. I didn't tell him
about the night on the moon watching rock. I might one day, I don't know. I
guess keeping secrets from your lover is a bad habit, but that night was so
personal that I couldn't tell Derrick. And I guess even more the idea that
it involved Keith meant I didn't feel free to talk about it. I never did
tell Derrick about it, and discovered much later neither had Keith told
him.

That day, obviously, marked a real turning point in my life.

School became more and more unbearable because of the wonderful
weather. There should be a law against cooping teenagers up in a classroom
when the weather outside is beyond perfect. At least we--Derrick, Keith and
I--had baseball.

The baseball team was remarkable. Last year's season was the best ever and
we only won one more game than we lost. This year's team was not losing at
all. Derrick was a big factor in that. He was such a great pitcher that he
was getting write ups in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Scouts were
looking at him already. If he kept improving with age and strength, he'd
probably be grabbed up by a farm team before college.

With the publicity, his stepdad, the Major, suddenly decided to be a
father. He even flew Derrick's mom and himself down for a ballgame, but
Derrick refused to speak to them. Hypocrite that the Major was, he even
gave a reporter an interview in which he praised Derrick and said how proud
he was to give the young man a father figure. But when the reporter asked
to have a picture of the Major and Derrick together, Derrick told him he
didn't have time. The reporter, no wonder, looked surprised.

Keith's truck was coming along fine and one Saturday he asked Derrick and
me to go to Macon with him. He had located several body parts at a salvage
company there and when the owner found out what he was doing, told Keith
he'd give him a real deal on the parts if he could have a photo and talked
about helping young people. "Small price to pay," Derrick said.

When we reached Macon, the man had a photographer from the Macon Telegraph
ready to take pictures. After the pictures were made and the body parts
loaded, the owner of the salvage yard offered to take us to lunch and we
accepted. Over lunch we found out why he was so anxious to get our
photos. Seems a young reporter was recently fired from the Telegraph for
plagiarism. He had lifted material from other newspapers in a story about
declining enrollment in automotive vocational classes.

"In the investigation which followed, the newspaper discovered his figures
about the decline were low, not high. There's an attitude that says kids
who take vocational classes are dumb and the classes are beneath 'good
kids.' Truth of the matter is, if we don't get more kids involved in
vocational classes, automobiles will have to become disposable. I want to
help out all I can and selling parts as cheap as possible for vocational
classes over the state and giving them to students here is an easy way to
do that."

Derrick and I had not told Keith about us. I don't know why, but there
hadn't been what seemed like the right time. On the way back from Macon we
were just listening to a CD, saying nothing when Keith said, "By the way,
you two, if you think you are keeping a secret from me, you're fooling
yourselves. Think I should send you my dentist's bill for the day you two
finally got together."

I blushed and Derrick got that smile on his face, a smile which melted me
every time I saw it. "Be happy to pay it--when I get some money," Derrick
said.

The three of us talked about the two of us, Derrick and I telling Keith
about our getting together. Later, when we were alone, Keith asked, "Did
you tell Derrick about us? About the night on the moon watching rock, I
mean."

"No, I didn't and don't think I will. That's very precious to me and I
think it's something that I'd like to keep just as it is."

"Thanks," Keith responded. "I wouldn't mind if you told him if you wanted
to, but thanks for making it something special between us."

"You did that," I responded.

Summer was just around the corner when Keith, Derrick and I started making
plans for it. Derrick's mother and stepfather had more or less demanded he
return to Baltimore permanently after school was out. Derrick had refused
and the Major had gone ballistic again.

Things were still up in the air when, one fine April day, the two of us
went to the river without Keith. He made some excuse, but I knew it was
just a way to give me private time with Derrick. I had talked with Joe and
Trey the afternoon before, asking for advice. Derrick and I had limited our
love making to getting off by rubbing our bodies together and stroking each
other. The last time we have been together, just the two of us, we did a
lot of tongue bathing each other and kissing each others cock, but I wanted
to do for Derrick what Shawn had done for me and when I tried it, it just
didn't seem good enough. When he tried taking my cock into his mouth and
working miracles with his mouth and tongue, it was good, but not as good as
I knew it could be. Don't get me wrong and make no mistake about it, it may
not have been the best in the world, but even a novice is not bad!!

I guess you could say Trey and Joe gave me some tips and I tried to
remember what they had told me and was completely focused on Derrick and
giving him pleasure with my tongue and mouth. I had told Derrick I wanted
to be focused on him so I didn't want his fooling around with me at the
same time. I knew I was doing better than I had before I talked with the
two guys and the fact that Derrick soon filled my mouth confirmed it. And
if I was better, Derrick's mouth was an absolute pleasure machine after he
took my cock inside it.

It seemed we just couldn't get enough of each other until we were, frankly,
just exhausted by our love making. Satiated, we lay beside each other,
looking into our lover's eyes.

"Tom, Man, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. And if
the Major thinks he is going to get me back to Baltimore, he's full of
it. Right up to his eyebrows."

"How are you going to stop him?" I asked. "He may not be your legal
guardian, but your mom is. She can force you to go back."

"Wanna bet? Grams is my legal guardian. The social worker Grams and I
talked with made sure of that." Derrick seemed to change the subject
abruptly when he asked, "What would happen if your parents learned you were
gay?"

I was surprised by the question, thinking Derrick knew the answer to that
question. "They know," I responded, wondering where this was headed.

"Well, ok, but what if they knew you and I were lovers, having sex?"

"Well, I think they'd be pretty dumb if they haven't figured that one
out. They'd probably want to make sure I was mature enough emotionally to
handle it, probably would wish I had waited until I was older, but they'd
not get all bent out of shape over it," I answered, as truthfully as I
could.

"Well, you know how my announcing I was gay would go over with my mom and
the Major. He'd go completely berserk and Mom would back him all the
way. So I'll just tell them I'm a faggot and the Major will lose it and
toss me out--as though I was in! I'll be right back where I started except
Grams is in better shape and I definitely like it better since I got kicked
out the first time. So that'll take care of the Mom and Major problem, just
announce I'm a faggot," Derrick laughed--but I thought there might have
been a note of something else, fear maybe. If there wasn't a note of fear
in Derrick's voice, there should have been.

Two days later I dropped Derrick off at his place and saw a car with
Maryland plates on it parked outside. As he left the car, Derrick said,
"Guess it's showdown time. Talk to you later."

I was not cool with what I knew was going to happen or at least I knew what
was going to be started by Derrick announcing he was gay. Mom and Dad got
home a few minutes after I did and it wasn't long before I was called into
their office.

"Son, I hope you feel free to tell us what's upsetting you. If not, know we
are here for you," Dad said.

Dad never pried into my business and Mom seldom did, but anytime I was
upset, she switched on her mama button and set out to discover what was
bothering me. "Everything at school going ok?" she asked, trying to be
subtle and lead up to the big question. I had once told her she was about
as subtle as a freight train, but she didn't change.

"Yeah, fine," I answered. "Or at least as fine as school can ever be when
the weather outside is getting better and the classes inside are getting
duller and duller."

"Everything ok with Keith?" She was working her way up to the big question
and Dad was amused as I was, but I decided just to cut short the game.

"Mom, why don't you just come out and ask what you want to ask? I'll either
answer or not and working your way up to the big question won't change
that. I'm more than a little nervous and upset because Derrick's mom and
stepfather are here. I saw their car when I took him home. We had been to
the river and he told me--again--that they were really putting on the
pressure for him to go back to Baltimore permanently. He's refusing to go
and I think there will be trouble. His stepfather has attacked him
physically before and I think would not hesitate to do it again. And I
think Derrick will provoke him."

"How? Why?" Mom asked.

"His Grams is his legal guardian, but his mom can revoke that at anytime
and Derrick wants to make sure she gives up trying to force him to go back
to Baltimore."

"And how is he going to do that?"

I gave up. I could tell Mom to mind her own business--politely, of
course--answer her string of questions which would take a long time before
she asked the big one or I could tell my parents what was going on. I
decided to take the latter course.

I had been standing in the doorway, but if this was going to be a real
family discussion, I guess I needed to really be part of it. I went on into
the office and sat down.

"Mom, Dad, the Major, Derrick's stepfather put him on the street when he
caught Derrick and a friend jerking off. Seems the friend not only dropped
Derrick as a friend, but also told tales about him. Derrick won't deny he's
gay--he is--but he and the friend were just jerking off. Anyway, the Major
roughed him up and his mom told him to get out, stay out and gave him fifty
dollars to get to College Park. He has never said so, but you know he had
to hitch a good part of the way if he had only fifty bucks."

"You know how the Major had taken an interest in Derrick since he has
become a sports hero. That's what all this is about. Well, there's one
thing that will get the Major off his back and that is announcing his is
gay and has a lover. He plans to do that as soon as he can. I'm nervous
because I don't know what the Major will do."

"And is he? Does he?" Mom asked.

Dad was almost laughing out loud as I said, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Mom asked.

"Yes he is gay and yes he has a lover," Dad said. "How could you have
missed that, Rebekah? All you have to do is take a look at your son and
Derrick together and you have to know the answer to both questions is yes."

"Is that true, Tom?" Mom asked.

Dad was getting a big kick out of the whole conversation and I saw no
reason not to prolong it. "Is what true? That Derrick is gay? I told you he
was. That he has a lover? I told you he did."

"I know you told us that. That's not what I'm asking. Are you and Derrick
lovers?"

"What do you mean lovers?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Well, are you, you know, having, you know, sex?" Mom would have fainted
dead away had she heard herself saying "You know."

"Well, let's put it this way. We're not there yet, I mean where we want to
be having sex--I prefer making love--but we're working on it, practicing."

"And you are enjoying the practicing, right?" Dad laughed.

We all got serious then and Mom and Dad said what I told Derrick they would
say. They wished I had waited until I was older and hoped that I was
emotionally mature enough to handle having sex. Dad did venture that since
no one was beating up on us and we weren't all guilt ridden, he thought I
was emotionally stable enough to handle sex. Mom finally agreed. Both did
ask if we were practicing safe sex and I told them we hadn't really done
anything where that would be a serious question, but added that neither
Derrick nor I had any reason to be concerned about the other harboring some
disease. Mom did say she'd like for us to be tested just to be sure. Since
I had nothing to worry about, I agreed we would.

That was pretty much the end of the conversation. I was again thankful I
had the parents I did. I knew they were behind me. Maybe they wished I had
not been gay, not had a lover, was not having sex, but given the givens,
they were still my parents and I knew they loved me without question.

Well, Derrick didn't just walk in and say, "I'm gay and having sex with a
man. He played it cool and pointed out that he was playing baseball with a
good team, was known by the Georgia press. "If I go back to Baltimore, I'll
have to start all over and the team may be no good and I'd get lost." After
talking for half an hour, the Major agreed that it would be best for
Derrick to stay in College Park. Derrick then pointed out that it would be
nice if he had his own room and suggested his Mom and the Major give him an
allowance and help Grams pay the rent on a larger apartment. They even
agreed to that. So Derrick was able to get what he wanted and have the
Major and his mom pay for it without revealing he was gay and had a lover.

When I told Derrick how things had gone at my place, he agreed that there
was no reason for us to be tested, but to satisfy Mom, we were and, of
course, were clean and intended to stay that way.

The week after Derrick's mom and the Major had returned to Baltimore,
Derrick, Keith and I moved Grams and Derrick into a neat little two bedroom
apartment. With the allowance Derrick's mom and the Major were sending
Derrick and their help with the rent, Derrick and Grams were very
comfortable.

The spring was a beautiful one and was even more so since I was in love
with and was loved by Derrick. We spent a lot of time at the
river--sometimes with Keith and sometimes alone. We talked with Joe and
Trey from time to time and our love making technique was definitely
improving with practice and how we loved to practice!

We had hoped Keith would fall in love again or at least find a girlfriend,
but it didn't happen. As time passed he mentioned LaTasha less and less
often, but occasionally when we three were at the river, he would get a far
away look in his eyes and I knew he was thinking about her. Generally he
was pretty upbeat, but at times he seemed to be sinking into depression
again. Dad and Mom thought he should still be in counseling but his parents
said he'd snap out of it. "He's young," his dad would say.

School became an impossible bore, but the three of us knew we had to keep
grades up and if we slacked up, the guys we were tutoring would know it
before we did.  About the only good thing about school that spring was
finishing up Keith's truck--and baseball. A better redneck vehicle did not
exist in Georgia and Keith loved driving it and hopping out when a gang of
rednecks gathered to admire it.

The team was really hot and Derrick got us noticed. He was just finishing
his sophomore year and already scouts were sniffing around. When we made it
to the regional playoffs, the Major came down and made a big deal of being
Derrick's stepfather. He talked with the scouts much to Derrick's
disgust. Derrick had told him he definitely would not do anything about
becoming professional until he had at least given college a try. Of course
every college in half the country was waiting anxiously until they could
sign him to an athletic scholarship.

Around the first of May we had a real hot spell and the three of us had
gone to the river to cool off. Derrick had finally felt at ease getting
naked as Keith and I had always done. As we lay stretched out on the
blanket, Keith said, "This year we plan and get our schedules together." We
talked about that for some time and reached a few conclusions. We three
agreed we'd do a baseball camp, but would find one other than Sarge's,
maybe one better known.

"I, for one, am not interested in computer camp this year," I said. "Last
year's was really a waste of money. I knew as much or more than the
instructors. The only good thing about it was the non-computer activities."

"I kinda didn't make it to computer camp last summer," Keith grinned, "but
I sure am not interested in someone trying to tell me about computers when
I know more than they do."

"You can put me in that same group," Derrick said.

Of course we'd have to check with our parents, but the three of us decided
we'd do a good baseball camp, maybe a summer school session so we'd have
some slack in our schedule the next year and then just loaf.

"Sounds good," Keith said, "but how about our spending some time in North
Carolina? We drive and have our own transportation. We can certainly feed
ourselves, take care of ourselves."

"Great idea!" I said. "Fantastic idea. Derrick, you'll love North
Carolina!"

As soon as we got home, I asked Mom and Dad about our using the North
Carolina place. Dad thought it was a grand idea, Mom, of course, was
concerned that we might not take care of ourselves--you know, she did the
mama thing. But so far as my parents were concerned, we had the house for
two weeks at the end of the summer. It really worked out well since the two
of them had a two week conference in Vegas the second and third weeks of
August.

The baseball coach recommended a baseball camp in Tennessee which ran the
last two weeks in June. A session of summer school started the day after
the Fourth of July and ended the first week of August. The second and third
weeks of August, Derrick, Keith and I would be in North Carolina. Mom and
Dad would join us the last week in August, the week before school started
again. A full summer, but it sure looked like a good one.

Sometime during the spring, Keith and I realized that the group we had been
playing with were taking gigs in rougher and rougher clubs, but when we
were told the next gig was one where Keith probably should stay home, that
did it. We told the group we'd just rather not play gigs anymore and after
that the only playing Keith and I did was for ourselves, family and
friends.

Everything was lined us for a great summer and we three were really ready
for it to start.