CHAPTER 4
Just do it now and get it over with.
Derek sat on his bed and stared at the cell. Patrick’s name and number hovered on the screen. If Patrick were still expecting his call, he wasn’t expecting to receive it until tomorrow morning. Derek didn’thaveto call tonight. But heshould. He knew that. Get it dealt with and put the matter to rest.
He sighed and tossed the phone on the bed and stood up. It bugged the shit out of him that he was struggling so hard with this thing. It shouldn’t be this way. One brief encounter with a cute boy should not be fucking him up so bad.
Why the fuck did you have to be right there at that moment?
Derek didn’t know to whom the question was directed—himself or Patrick. He walked to the window and looked out across the spacious rear lawn. Night shadows crept out of the trees at the edge of the grass and slithered across the yard. Derek thought about the other guys still in town… partying their asses off. Why thefuckwas hehere?He should be with them—drinking, dancing, fucking.
He closed his eyes and imagined the scene. The twins were in heaven with so many hot gay boys to tempt and entice and ultimatelydefile.Who would turn them down?
Heat spread through his loins and he gripped the window frame, eyes pinching tighter. He wanted to fuck someone, too—right now—but the only other man in the house was Gideon.
Breathing deep, he envisioned the twinslovingon a couple of other cute, sweet boys—hands and mouths granted free rein. Derek groaned and pressed his head to the glass as one hand dropped to his crotch—suddenly hard as steel. He squeezed and massaged as the scene played out in his head. By the time his hand shoved inside his pants, he realized the faces were changing, the scene shifting—and it washimalone withPatrick… kissing, caressing, stroking, sucking…fucking.
Derek gasped and opened his eyes, his hard cock clutched in a tense fist. “Fuck…”He hobbled back to the bed and dropped on his back, shoved down the front of his jeans and freed his erection. Shivers quivered through him as he commenced to stroke himself—as images of Patrick filled his head.Visionsof the boy on top of him, his sweet, tight,virginbody engulfing every inch of his engorged member.
“Oh fuck…” Derek moaned, his body moving in rhythm with the fantasy—hips pumping, fist gliding, mattress protesting. “Fuck, yeah, baby…” he whimpered and panted. “Give it to me… I want you so bad…”
Behind his clenched eyes, Patrick’s tender body swayed and rocked, hips rotating, inner cave squeezing Derek’s throbbing muscle as he stroked his perfect ass up and down the stiff rod, soft angelic moans puffing off his full parted lips.
The orgasm surfaced fast, clenching his balls, swelling his cock in his hand. Derek gasped loud and his entire body convulsed as a load of cum burst out of him, splattering his upper abdomen and chest… a few tendrils landing in the hollow of his throat.
His chest heaved and sweat trickled from his brow. “Holy shit…” His body trembled and heart thumped wildly.
Break the date—you CANNOT be alone with that boy.
Derek swallowed through a parched throat and dragged one palm over his flushed face as his other hand remained wrapped around his heavy dick—not entirely deflated—droplets of cum oozing from the tip.
This little fantasy should have reinforced his resolve to officially call it off with Patrick.
It didn’t.
In fact, his resolve hadweakened.
You can’t fuck him. As good as it would feel—you can’t!
His conscience wasn’t at its strongest at the moment and it lacked conviction.
Maybe after he showered and washed the cum from his body and his cock quit throbbing and pulse quieted…maybethen he would be in a better state of mind and body to listen to his conscience and do the right thing.
Maybe.
. . .
An extra thick blanket of silence hung over the dinner table. It was always like this after Patrick attended a gay-related function, creating a stifling atmosphere. His parents got to talk about their church activities, but when it came Patrick’s turn, they shut down. They didn’t forbid him to speak, but as soon as he began, the walls went up. He could literallyseeit. Almost like aglazecame over their eyes and everything he said was rejected.
Sometimes, he talked because the silence was deafening. Most nights, he quietly ate his dinner and went to bed without hardly speaking at all. Why talk when no one was listening?
Tonight was one of those nights when the silence got to him. “A couple new people signed up for our youth group,” he said quietly. “They weren’t even Christians, but they seemed interested in church after we talked to them about Christ.”
Neither of his parents verbally commented. His mom nodded and offered a polite smile. His dad—nothing. Not even a glance his way.
“People need to know that Christ’s message was one oflove,”Patrick murmured. “I think sometimes Christians get so caught up in trying to direct other people’s lives that they forget their true calling—to simply bring people to God. ToliveGod’s word… and not just preach it. If something is wrong in a person’s life, then God can deal with it after they’ve come to him. It’s no one’s place to tell another person they can’t come to God unless they change their ways. God didn’t say that.”
Alan Weber dropped his fork, the utensil clattering against the plate. Patrick flinched. He didn’t like fighting with his parents or upsetting them, but he had a right to his own beliefs, and he wouldn’t abandon them to placate his mom and dad.
