Many Lives and Loves of Richard 04

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Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Richard O'Shea entered the lobby of the apartment building, cursing Massachusetts climate. It had been chilly this morning so he'd worn a heavy tweed suit. The late afternoon/early evening walk from Cosgrove Department Store had been sweltering and he could feel his formerly crisp white shirt clinging to his wet skin.

He stood on the doormat just inside of the door, waiting. A cute young man was dawdling at the mailbox kiosk as he fumbled through his mail.

"Huh? Oh! I, I'm sorry," the young man finally said, realizing he wasn't alone in the lobby.

"It's all right," Richard smiled.

The young man stepped aside and Richard found his mailbox key and checked his box. Again; nothing. Again, there was nothing from Althea Ridge, his literary agent, nothing from Surefleet Publishers Corp.

"At least it ain't a bunch of bills," Richard muttered darkly.

Trudging up the stairs, he watched the tight looking backside of the young neighbor flex and strain, flex and strain. The young man looked over his shoulder as Richard approached him on the third floor's landing.

"Apartment three C," Richard said in way of explanation.

"Huh? Oh, I, I'm in Apartment three A," the young man smiled.

"Hiya neighbor," Richard smiled as the young man opened the door of the hallway of the third floor apartments.

"Hiya neighbor," the young man agreed, stepping to the door directly across from Richard's apartment.

Once inside the apartment, Richard edged the thermostat down, fiddling with the dial until the air conditioning finally kicked on. Then he stripped out of that day's sweat soaked clothes. Stepping into his bathroom, he did not pause to admire himself in the faded bathroom mirror. He knew what he looked like.

He had long brown hair that hung down to just past his shoulder blades; he normally wore it in a ponytail. His warm brown eyes were under a single eyebrow and his nose was a little too large for his face. He'd once had a goatee and mustache, but a botched trimming job necessitated shaving the facial hair completely.

At six feet three inches, he was tall and muscular. He'd played football and baseball in high school and in college and strove to maintain his physique. Of their own accord, his beefy hand reached down and found his long, thick cock and heavy balls.

A nice cool shower washed away the day's sweat and he toweled dry. Then, pulling on a pair of terry cloth shorts, Richard made himself two meatloaf sandwiches, using up the last of Tuesday night's meatloaf. Then, finding nothing worth watching on television, Richard put on WWKT; Today's Top Country and rolled a nice, fat joint. Thinking of the cute young neighbor caused a slight jerk in his cock and he rolled three more joints, then walked across the hallway to knock on the door of Apartment 3A.

The peephole darkened for a moment, then the door opened. Richard smirked; what he could see of the interior of Apartment 3A showed him that this was most likely the young man's very first time living away from Mommy and Daddy. A cheap aluminum TV tray held a small flat tube television; most likely a 21 inch model. The couch had a bedsheet draped over it; most likely to cover rips and tears in the vinyl upholstery.

"Hey neighbor; by the way, I'm Richard. Richard O'Shea," Richard said.

"Huh? Oh! I I'm Derek," Derek Tate said, holding out a hand to shake.

"Hey Derek," Richard smiled, shaking the offered hand. "Listen. I'm getting ready to spark a joint; you smoke?"

"You, you kidding? Yeah!" Derek agreed eagerly. "Let me throw some pants on and..."

"Pants? Shit; what for? It's just us guys," Richard said, seeing Derek's bare legs sticking out from underneath his New England Patriots tee shirt. "I mean, look at me; all I got on is these shorts."

"Oh, okay," Derek said, stepping into the hall.

"Make sure you got your keys," Richard reminded the young man.

"Oh! Good thinking," Derek said, whirling to run back into the apartment.

When he whirled, Richard saw that Derek was wearing some colored briefs underneath the tee shirt. He felt his cock threaten to stiffen as he relished the sight of young buttocks in skimpy briefs. Mentally, he told his cock to behave.

Sitting on his loveseat, bare thighs touching bare thighs, they shared a joint and talked about the dismal performance of the New England Patriots ever since Tom Brady left. Richard grabbed two cans of beer and rolled three more joints. He found many reasons to touch Derek's bare leg and even rubbed Derek's upper thigh a few times.

Derek did not seem to mind their first kiss. He was wooden in his movements but did not pull away, did not scream in indignation as Richard softly kissed his pouting lips.

"You, you ever been with another man?" Richard gently asked, tweaking Derek's left nipple through tee shirt.

"I uh, no, not really," Derek giggled, blushing hotly.

"Oh?" Richard asked, waiting.

"But uh, Brandon? My uh, my, my step-brother? He, he would uh, he would crawl up into my bed, see we had these bunk beds and uh," Derek said. "And he would make me..."

Derek pantomimed stroking a cock. Richard gave him another kiss, his large hand just underneath the hem of Derek's loose tee shirt.

"Yeah? He uh, he ever return the favor?" Richard asked, reaching his hand a little along Derek's smooth thigh.

"He uh, no, no, he said that was gay," Derek said then gasped as Richard's fingertips grazed against Derek's balls in their tight cotton confinement.

Richard didn't say anything as he gently rubbed Derek's small ball sac. Derek sat, jerking slightly, cute mouth open as Richard gently touched him.

"Can, can I do you?" Richard asked, slowly lifting the hem of Derek's tee shirt to expose the dark blue briefs.

"I uh," Derek gulped but did not tell Richard to stop.

Richard eased the waistband of Derek's briefs down, freeing Derek's four inches of slim cock. There was a small scrub of brown curls around the base of Derek's cock and a light dusting of hair on Derek's balls. Still, Richard did verify that Derek was over the age of eighteen before bending at the waist and taking Derek's cock in his mouth.

Less than a second later, Derek was grunting and spewing a good sized load of semen into Richard's mouth. Richard swallowed the first three spurts then held the remaining spurts in his mouth. Derek slumped forward when Richard allowed his cock to slip from his mouth.

"Mm?" Derek asked when Richard kissed him.

"You uh, hey, want to take this into the bedroom?" Richard invited.

"I uh, yeah, yeah, sure," Derek said.

In the bedroom, Richard dropped his shorts to the floor. He then kissed Derek as he helped Derek step out of his underwear.

Stretching out on the bed, Derek gripped Richard's fat cock in his hand. Richard did think that Brandon had taught Derek well; Derek knew just how fast to stroke Richard's cock, knew just how much pressure to apply while stroking him. Derek did hesitate slightly when Richard pushed his head toward his cock. Then Derek twisted around and put his mouth over the head of Richard's cock.

"Mm hmm," Richard encouraged as Derek's hot, wet mouth sank over the head of his cock.

While he sucked, Derek continued to stroke Richard. His tongue lapped insistently at Richard's member as he bobbed his head up and down the first few inches.

"Erik!" Derek cried out when Richard pressed a spittle wet finger against Derek's cute little star.

His cry of protest was muffled by the thick member in his mouth. Derek did not pull his mouth from Richard's meat, nor did he cease with his hand. That little exclamation was the only indication he gave when Richard first began.

"Richard soon had his entire finger in Derek's very tight rectum. Richard could feel Derek's groan travel the length of his cock. Whether the groan was one of disapproval or enjoyment, Richard was not sure.

"I, oh! Oh Damn!" Derek grunted when Richard pushed a second finger into Derek's hole.

Richard's first spurt splattered onto Derek's cute little face. Derek looked at the spurting cock in surprise, so the second spurt also splattered onto Derek's face, coating his nose and lips.

They smoked a joint in bed; Richard lazily stroked Derek's cock while they smoked. After they finished the joint, Richard bent and took Derek's cock into his mouth again. This time, as he sucked the young man's cock, he also fingered Derek's hole. When Derek began spurting, Richard used two fingers to massage Derek's prostate gland, milking Darren for every drop Darren had in him.

"This, is this going hurt?" Derek quaked when Richard put him on hands and knees.

"At first," Richard admitted. "But after the first minute or two?"

Richard placed a large dollop of lubricant just above Derek's cute little pucker. Then he used two, then three fingers to thoroughly lubricate Derek's ass for fucking.

Greasing the head of his cock, Richard pressed the knob against Derek's slimy hole. Darren let out a long guttural grunt as the first two inches of Richard's thick meat pushed into Darren's hole. He let out a squeak, then shuddered as Richard paused.

Another groan escaped the young man's lips as Richard pushed another inch into his backdoor. But other than squeaks and grunts, Darren made no other sound. Darren never said 'stop.'

"Oh fuck," Darren said when Richard was balls deep in his ass; the only words he'd said since they'd started the ass-fucking.

"You okay?" Richard asked but Darren did not respond.

Another low groan escaped as Richard slowly pulled his cock from Darren's stretched rectum. Richard could feel Darren's rectal muscles working to expel the fat invader. Hands on Darren's hips, Richard could feel Darren shuddering slightly as he withdrew from Darren's tight hole.

"Oh fuck," Darren hissed out again when Richard thrust his cock back into Darren's guts as far as he could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Darren chanted as Richard did fuck him.

Pausing in his thrusts; he wanted to prolong the pleasure, Richard reached around and began to stroke Darren's cock. Darren gave a strangled bark and Richard was quick enough to catch Darren's spurts in the palm of his other hand.

"Ready?" Richard asked.

Before Darren could answer in the affirmative, Richard began to fuck Darren with vigorous strokes. Within moments, Richard was pumping his own load deep into Darren's guts.

They smoked another joint, talking quietly. Then Richard admitted he had an early morning at the store; it was their weekly seven am meeting. Darren smirked as Richard admitted it was the biggest waste of time in the world.

"And get this, get this; even if it's your fucking day off? Still got to be there, got to be dressed like you're working that day," Richard complained.

Darren declined Richard's invitation to stay the night. Richard understood; he'd given the young man a lot to think about.

"See you," Richard said, unashamed to stand in his doorway fully nude.

"See you," Darren agreed, hobbling slightly as he walked across the hall to his apartment.

The meeting was as tedious as Richard had predicted. Richard never could ascertain the order the departments reported in but it did seem that Housewares was always last or second to last. And Gil, his immediate supervisor was always unprepared to give a report.

"Jesus, useless old fuck," Richard thought as Gil hemmed and hawed his way through giving last week's sales figures and the projections for this week's goals. "Every week. Every fucking week. It's not like this is a surprise, dumb ass."

"Um, um, um, well um, last week we um..." Yvette, Richard's coworker muttered into Richard's ear as they sat for the final moments of the meeting. "Can't believe I had to come in for this shit."

"Um, um, um, yeah. I got the evening shift," Richard agreed as they were finally dismissed.

It was three days Before Richard had an evening off. After shrugging out of that day's suit and tie, Richard walked across the hall and knocked on Darren's door. Looking at the peephole, he could see that Darren's apartment, at least the living room of Darren's apartment was dark.

He knocked again on the door of 3A. He turned when he heard the door of 3B open. He fought to keep the grimace from his face when the tenant of 3B scowled from her open door at him.

The woman was loud and aggressive. She argued with Richard whenever their paths crossed even though Richard did his best to avoid arguing.

"You looking for that little weirdo lives there?" she demanded.

"No. I'm just knocking on his door for the hell of it," Richard wanted to say.

"Yes I am," Richard agreed, trying to be civil with the unpleasant woman.

"Ain't there. His uh, his brother come got him yesterday," the woman announced.

"Brandon?" Richard asked.

"Fuck. Like he told me what his name was?" the woman snarled before slamming the door shut.

Richard felt an odd disappointment welling up in his guts. Entering his apartment again, he lighted a joint, then pulled his laptop computer onto the table.

Two days later, Richard read through 'Deeply,' his account of meeting, seducing and falling in love with Darren Tate. Of course, he'd changed the names to protect those involved. He was amazed; it had actually taken very little marijuana to write one hundred and forty three pages of the far too brief love story and subsequent disappointment of the brief interlude.

His editor, Dee Frankel was very enthusiastic about his work. Althea Ridge, his literary agent was also very effusive in her praise of the gut-wrenchingly honest homoerotic novella.

"We'll get you out of Cosgrove's before too long," Althea promised. "I've sent this on to Surefleet Publishing; there is a huge market for this kind of stuff."

"Can you make it before the next Department meeting?" Richard begged.

The End

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