“OOOOOOOH!” both Gramps Derrick cheered from the living room.
“I wonder what those two halfwits are cheering about?” Gram muttered under her breath.
Laughing, I said, “I don’t know,” as I grabbed the dishrag from the counter and started to wash dishes and handing them to Gram to dry. While we washed the dishes, we worked in silence. The two of us were just looking out the window and daydreaming. I’m sure at least that’s what Gram was doing. Me, on the other hand? I was thinking about how I could get Derrick’s dad to come around. I was determined I would.
***
“I hope you have fun with Ashlynn this weekend,” I said. Derrick was packing a bag because he and Ash were going to the beach. I had asked Ash to take Derrick somewhere because I wanted to talk to his parents. Well, his dad in particular. I had called his mom earlier in the week and talked everything over with her. His mom was willing to help me out and I was grateful for that.
Looking over his shoulder at me, Derrick smiled. “Thanks, I’m really excited. I just wish you were coming with us.”
“I know, but I have to look after the bookstore,” I said as I walked over to him.
As he placed the folded shirt in the duffel bag, Derrick turned around and smiled at me. Stopping right in front of him, I said, “I love you, Derrick,” and leaned in to kiss him. I honestly didn’t think I could ever get sick of kissing him. His lips were so soft and plump. Plus he was an amazing kisser. The things he could do with his lips and tongue were amazing, and I’m not just talking about his kisses.
Derrick could do things I didn’t even know were possible and I came every time. I remember the first time I came in his mouth was the most exhilarating experience of my life. I had never come in someone’s mouth before, and of course I was the first man Derrick had shared any of these sexual experiences with.
Swiping my tongue along his lower lip, Derrick willingly opened his mouth. Meeting my tongue with his, I groaned and started to slide my hand from his chest down to his pants, where I knew he would be rock hard. Lightly, I grazed my fingers against his crotch. Derrick moaned into my mouth and it excited me. I nipped his bottom lip and then started to kneel down.
I placed my hands on his belt and unbuckled it. Then I started to unzip his pants and pulled his jeans and boxers down. Derrick’s hard cock sprung right out into my face. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and licked my lips.
Running his cock along my mouth, Derrick moaned. I lifted his hard cock straight up and started to run my tongue from the base all the way to the tip. But I didn’t take him in.
Groaning he begged, “Oh please, Patrick.”
Tracing his cock around my lips I asked, “What do you want, Derrick?”
Releasing a ragged breath, he said, “Suck on me.”
As I moaned, I said, “With pleasure,” and sucked him all the way into my mouth.
“Oh god, Patrick,” Derrick moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
And this time I didn’t.
***
As I lifted my hand to the doorbell, I sucked in a ragged breath. To say I was nervous would be an understatement, but this had to happen. I had to have this talk with his dad. Even if nothing came out of it, at least I would know that I did what I could. The rest was in his court, to use a sports analogy.
Just as I started to press the doorbell, the door opened. “Hi, Patrick,” Mrs. Miles said, a sincere smile on her face.
“Hello, Mrs. Miles.”
“You know I told you to call me Tricia,” she said, as she gave me a knowing smile.
“Sorry, Tricia,” I said.
“Well, come on in. He’s in the living room watching television.”
I stepped into the house when Derrick’s dad walked out into the foyer and started to ask, “Tricia, who’s—” He paused when he saw me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Walking over to her husband, Tricia said, “Brad, he wanted to talk with you.”
“I have nothing to talk about with him, Trish,” Brad said.
His wife cut in. “Actually, you do, Brad.”
Bitterly Brad said, “Well, come into the living room,” and turned away.
As I looked at Tricia, she mouthed, “It will be okay.” Walking over to me, she grabbed my hand and we walked in together. I was grateful she was here for this. I knew that if she wasn’t, it would turn into an all-out war within a matter of seconds. But Tricia was the peacekeeper; she kept her husband calm.
I didn’t even get to sit down all of the way before Brad asked, “So what do you want?”
Clearing my throat, I placed my hands in my lap. “I love your son.”