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kitchen was empty, but there was a note on the table. 3:45.
Went grocery shopping and then going to the hair salon.
Dinner will be at six. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Mom.
Glancing at the clock, Derek saw that his mother had only left
15 minutes ago. Yes! Good form, Mom! Derek was almost
bouncing when he turned to face Scott. "We have the house
to ourselves."
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Scott caught on immediately and took Derek by the hand,
leading him down the hallway to his bedroom. They entered
the room and Scott kicked the door shut and pushed him
against it, locking their mouths together. The kiss was
hungry, filled with the desire that had built up on the mat, in
the shower, and on the drive home. Scott slid his hands up
inside of Derek's shirt and ran them over the taut pectoral
muscles, rolling the firm nipples between thumb and
forefinger. Derek let out soft groans into Scott's mouth and
reached around to grab his ass, pulling them even closer
together. "Such a good kisser." Scott's words were muffled by
Derek's mouth. He then pulled Derek's shirt over his head,
trapping his hands above him against the door.
The thrill of losing control added to the frenzy of the
moment and Derek allowed Scott to keep his hands bound
above his head for another few seconds. He then freed his
hands and threw his shirt across the room. Taking a tentative
step towards the bed, he urged Scott backwards until the
back of his knees hit the edge. Derek collapsed on top of him
and they rolled and grasped at each other until Derek was
lying on his back, his hands running up and down Scott's
muscular body.
Grabbing Scott's shirt, he could only work it part way up
his torso before he felt hot lips seal against his once again.
Somehow, Derek managed to squeak out a single phrase.
"Want your shirt off." Scott removed his shirt, tossing it to
the floor with Derek's, then cradled Derek's head in his
hands, resting his weight on his elbows and upper arms.
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After minutes of passionate kissing, Scott pulled his head
back. His lips were swollen and his eyes had a dreamlike
quality in them. Reaching down between their bodies, Scott
placed his hand on Derek's crotch, rubbing his straining
member through the fabric of his jeans.
Derek pushed against Scott's hand, groans of pleasure
escaping from deep within him. Grabbing Scott's ass, he
pulled their hips together and they both ground their straining
cocks against each other as their mouths met in a lustful,
ravenous kiss. Derek lost sense of where his lips and tongue
ended and Scott's began.
Scott undid Derek's belt buckle, popped the first button of
his pants, and slid his hand underneath Derek's boxer briefs,
wrapping his warm fingers around Derek's erection which was
leaking with precome. The sensation almost caused Derek to
come on the spot, but he took in a deep breath, trying to
control himself and to allow the moment to last as long as
possible. Scott reluctantly pulled his mouth away from
Derek's long enough to place it next to his ear. "I want to feel
your hands on my dick." He then lowered his lips to Derek's
neck, having found the spot and technique to drive him into a
frenzy.
Without any need for further prompting, Derek freed
Scott's cock from the confines of his pants. With one hand he
slowly stroked up and down the shaft, while he cupped Scott's
balls with his other hand, giving them a gentle tug. Scott let
out a heavy breath of hot air against Derek's neck.
Locking lips once again, they both struggled with shedding
first their pants, then their boxer-briefs until they were both
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lying next to one another, skin on skin, pressed together.
Scott continued to pull at Derek's cock with a steady and firm
motion while Derek used both hands to pleasure Scott. They
both started panting as their bodies writhed together on
Derek's bed. "Oh, God, Derek, getting so close. You feel so
good."
Hearing Scott losing control and knowing that he was the
reason why threw Derek right over the edge. Sucking in a
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