Boystown Season Four

by Jake Biondi

  Derek took it into his mouth, sucking it vigorously. Cole put his hands on the back of Derek’s head and pushed it down on his cock. He squirmed with pleasure as Derek worked his penis. Derek grabbed Cole’s legs and spread them so that his tongue could lick and play with his balls.

  Cole put his feet on Derek’s shoulders, enjoying every stroke of Derek’s tongue. He reached his arm out toward the night table, struggling to grab the lube from it. He finally grabbed it and put it on the bed next to him.

  Derek stood up for a moment and Cole examined his amazing body. As he pulled off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, his huge cock became visible to Cole. He wasted little time crawling on top of Cole, who embraced him and dug his fingers into Derek’s back. His hard nipples pressed against Cole, he kissed him, letting his tongue explore inside Cole’s mouth.

  Derek worked himself between Cole’s cheeks, pressing his head against his tight hole. Then he grabbed the lube and prepared Cole’s ass for intercourse. Looking deep into Cole’s eyes and smiling, he thrust himself into his man, who winced slightly and then smiled. Derek’s thrusts were constant and powerful, each movement drilling deeper into his lover.

  Cole wrapped his legs around Derek’s hips and kissed his chest and shoulders. He moaned with pleasure as Derek continued to pound him. He put his hands on both sides of Derek’s face, smiled, and kissed him deeply.

  Pulling Cole’s legs over his shoulders, Derek adjusted his position again. His breathing became more rapid as his stomach massaged Cole’s stiff dick between them.

  Cole looked up at Derek in anticipation of his release. Almost simultaneously, both Cole and Derek exploded, Cole coating their stomachs with a sticky mess and Derek packing his thick cum deep into Cole.

  Derek rolled onto his side, eventually slipping out of Cole, who turned to smile at him. Running his fingers along Cole’s face, he said, “I love you so much, Cole.”

  “I love you, too. There’s no sense in denying or fighting it.”

  “And David?”

  “David is an amazing man and I care about him very much. And he’s your brother. But you are the man I’m meant to be with. I knew that from the moment we met and, even though I tried to bury those feelings, my heart has always been with you, even when I was angry with you.”

  “I’m sorry for all I put you through. And all my broken promises,” Derek said, wrapping his arm around Cole. “I was angry with myself and my situation, not with you.”

  Cole kissed Derek. “I know.”

  “Would you ever consider taking me back?”

  Cole looked around the bed. “Um, look where we are right now. I think I already have.”

  Derek laughed. “I mean permanently.”

  “Nothing would make me happier. But it can’t be like in the past. We have to really be together -- as partners and committed to each other, no matter what. No more games or lies.”

  “I promise,” Derek said. “I won’t leave your side.”

  “Good, because by my side is right where I have always wanted you.”

  “Things will be different when I return from the wedding,” Derek stated. “I promise.”

  Cole wrapped himself around Derek, putting his head on Derek’s chest. “Just hold me.”

  For once, Derek did as he was told, holding Cole tightly as they both closed their eyes and eventually fell asleep.

  Cole woke up the next morning to the sound of Derek in the shower. He sat up in bed, looked toward the bathroom, and smiled as he heard Derek’s humming and the sound of water splashing.

  Naked, Cole got out of bed and walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer, dug to the bottom of his socks, and pulled out the chain with Derek’s wedding ring that he had buried under his clothes so long ago. He examined the ring and chain in his hand and then put it around his neck. He kissed the ring and then let it fall against his chest.

  “Good morning,” Derek said, drying himself off with a Notre Dame towel as he stepped back into the bedroom. “Notre Dame towels, too? You’re killing me here.”

  Cole smiled. “I’ll make you a fan yet.”

  Derek let the towel drop to the ground and pulled Cole to him. “You already have.” He kissed Cole and then noticed the chain around his neck. “There it is. I wondered if you still had it.”

  “I had put it away for safe keeping. After last night, I thought it was time to take it back out.”

  “I’m glad you did. And when I get back from California, I’m going to get you one you can actually wear on your finger.”

  “Oh, really?” Cole asked, smiling. “Will it come with a proposal, too?”

  Derek smiled. “I told you things are going to be different this time.” He kissed Cole.

  “You bet they are,” Cole said, pushing Derek backward onto the bed and crawling on top of him. Derek smiled as Cole took his cock into his mouth.

  Cole spread Derek’s legs and massaged them as he ran his tongue up and down the shaft of his penis. Derek put his hands behind his head and watched his dick disappear inside of Cole’s mouth and throat. Rubbing his own hard cock against Derek’s legs, Cole repositioned himself on the bed. Derek ran his hands up and down Cole’s broad back as their chests pressed against each other.

  Suddenly, Cole grabbed Derek’s ankles and pulled them over his shoulders. He bent forward and kissed Derek passionately. Grabbing the lube still lying on the bed, Cole squeezed out a handful. Maintaining eye contact with Derek, he applied the lube to Derek’s tight hole.

  The smile left Derek’s face as he prepared for what was about to happen. Slowly, Cole worked one finger into Derek’s hole and then added a second.

  Derek moaned slightly and squirmed as Cole massaged his ass and hole. Then he removed his fingers and kissed his way up Derek’s stomach and chest. Pushing the swollen head of his penis against Derek, he kissed him and looked directly into his eyes.

  “I want you so much,” Derek whispered as he dug his fingers deep into Cole’s shoulders.

  Slowly at first, Cole pushed his way into Derek, whose face reflected the pleasure and pain of entry.

  “You okay?” Cole asked.

  Derek responded with a deep kiss, and Cole’s penis continued its journey. His legs squeezed Cole’s hips as he pushed deeper and deeper. His head pressed back against the pillow as Cole’s thrusts increased in intensity.

  Kissing Derek’s neck and shoulders, Cole shifted position slightly so he could get all the way inside. His balls slapped against Derek, whose toes curled with each push.

  “Oh, my God, Cole,” Derek moaned, slapping Cole’s ass. “That feels fucking amazing.”

  “I love you, babe,” Cole stated as he continued to hit deep inside Derek, whose throbbing dick pressed against Cole’s abs. “I’m yours, always.”

  Derek smiled at Cole. “From today forward.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Derek groaned as he shot his load between them.

  Paying little attention to the thick cum lubing their bodies, Cole continued to fuck Derek.

  Derek grabbed Cole’s ass, pulling him deeper inside. Cole kissed Derek’s cum-covered nipples as he prepared to fill him. As his entire body quivered, he looked into Derek’s eyes and began erupting inside of him. He pumped more and more semen into Derek, who kissed his neck and shoulders. Finally, Cole fell onto Derek, who wrapped his arms around him.

  “Damn,” Derek said, holding Cole.

  “Do you know how many times I have fantasized about doing that and being your first?” Cole asked. “I have this ring to remember you by while you’re in California. I had to give you something to remember me by.”

  “You certainly did. You’re so damn hot.”

  Cole smiled and kissed Derek. “I’m glad you think so.”

  “I guess I need another shower.”

  “And then you need to get packed and to the airport.”

  “I do,” Derek said. “But I’m in no rush.”

  Cole sat up and got out of bed. “Come on. Time for
shower number two.” He walked into the bathroom.

  Derek followed him into the bathroom adding, “And round number three.”

  “Mmm,” Cole said. “You think you have it in you?”

  Derek laughed at Cole’s pun. Cole smiled and turned on the shower.

  “What do you have going on the rest of the day?” Derek asked.

  “I’m actually having dinner with Dustin tonight. Just as friends. I think he’s kind of a lonely guy.”

  “Dustin...you know, there is something familiar about him,” Derek said. “I just can’t place him.”

  Cole kissed Derek. “Enough about Dustin. Round three, remember?” He got into the shower and Derek stepped in behind him.

  As Derek and Cole fooled around in the shower, Michael was leaving the police station. He came down the stairs to the sidewalk and headed toward his car.

  Keith crossed the street and rushed over toward him. “Michael! Michael!”

  “What is it, Keith?”

  “Do you have a moment? Can we talk? Please.”

  Michael arrived at his car. “We have nothing to talk about, Keith. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “But we do.”

  “I have to go,” Michael said, getting into his car. “Excuse me. And, please, just leave me alone.”

  Letting out a sigh, Keith watched as Michael drove away in his car. He started walking down the sidewalk toward his apartment, when he heard someone calling his name from behind. He turned around to see Hugo jogging toward him.

  “Hey, Keith,” Hugo said, jogging in place. “Was that my uncle?”

  “Yes,” Keith said. “He still wants nothing to do with me.”

  “Well, you aren’t just going to give up, are you? I know he loves you. He’ll come around.”

  “Not after what I did.”

  “He will,” Hugo said. “He still talks to my dad and me about you. He still loves you.”

  “Well, he has a funny way of showing it. He can’t even stand to look at me.”

  “Listen to me,” Hugo said. “I have an idea. He and some friends are going to Rebound tonight. I heard him talking to my dad about it. Why don’t you go, too? After a few drinks, it’ll easier for you two to talk.”

  “Do you really think so?”

  “Of course,” Hugo said. “You know how a little alcohol softens him up. It’s worth a shot.”

  “I don’t know...”

  “If you love him, you’ll go. You have to try to get him back. This could be your chance. He’s supposed to be there around nine.”

  “Okay,” Keith replied, somewhat uplifted. “I’ll try.”

  “Good. It’ll work, I just know it.”

  “Thanks, Hugo.”

  “I want my uncle to be happy. And I know he loves you. You just have to get him to admit it.” Hugo started to jog away. “Be sure to let me know how it goes.”

  Keith nodded as Hugo ran off.

  The day quickly evolved into a clear, cool, starry evening. The moon hung low on the horizon and provided some light for passengers as they boarded the private Ciancio jet. The plane was spacious and upscale, providing plenty of room for the guests to walk throughout the cabin or sit and relax quietly.

  Carlo, Gino, and Marco welcomed their guests on board: Max, Emmett, Derek, Justin, Jesse, David, and Tyler. Providing each with a glass of champagne, Carlo welcomed everyone.

  “I would like to welcome each of you on board as we begin this wonderful journey to California for two special couples -- Max and Emmett, and Justin and Gino. We wish you all the happiness in the world.”

  “Cheers,” Marco added as everyone raised his glass to toast the engaged couples.

  “There are plenty of appetizers and more champagne,” Carlo explained. “So, please, enjoy yourselves. Our pilot will let us know when we need to close the doors and prepare for takeoff. In the meantime, make yourselves at home.”

  Some people poured themselves more champagne while others enjoyed food and conversation. After a few moments, Jesse’s cell phone rang and, seeing that his mother was calling, he walked to the far end of the cabin to take the call in some privacy.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Jesse,” Jacqueline Morgan said cheerfully. “I just called to wish you a great trip.”

  “Aww, thanks,” Jesse said. “We just boarded the jet. We’ll be taking off in a little bit.”

  “A private jet to California sounds exciting.”

  “It is,” Jesse agreed. “It’s going to be a great weekend.”

  “My son, the best man.”

  Jesse smiled. “That’s me. I wish you could join us.”

  “I know, but my doctor said no flying. I’m just so glad your father and you are getting along better.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Well, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to wish you a safe trip. And please give my best to everyone.”

  “Thanks, Mom. I’ll text you when we get there, okay?”

  “Great,” Jacqueline replied. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” Jesse said. “Bye.”

  Jesse ended the call and returned the phone to his pocket. Then Max approached him.

  “Was that your mother?”

  “How did you know?”

  “I figured she’d want to wish you a good trip.”

  Jesse smiled. “You know her well.”

  “Is she doing okay?”

  “She sounds great.”

  “I’m glad. She must be showing quite a bit by now.”

  “The baby is due soon,” Jesse said. “She’s supposed to be taking it easy. And no flying.”

  “Can I ask you how Logan was doing today?”

  “Fine,” Jesse replied. “Why?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Yesterday he came by the restaurant to wish me a safe trip.”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “Nothing, I guess. But the way he was acting and the way he said ‘goodbye’ to me...it just seemed odd.”

  “Well, he seemed okay today. A bit nostalgic, but I think that’s because of the wedding and things. He’s all packed and ready for his flight in the morning.”

  “Okay,” Max said. “Glad I asked.”

  At the same time in St. Louis, Jacqueline ended her call with Jesse and placed her phone on the kitchen counter. She opened the refrigerator and took out some juice. Then she opened a cabinet to grab a glass.

  Suddenly, a pain tore through her abdomen and she doubled over, dropping the glass, which shattered all over the kitchen floor. She let out a loud scream as another pain occurred. She collapsed onto the floor, crying out in pain.

  “Help!” she yelled from the floor. “Somebody help me, please!”

  Standing at the top of the stairs leading to the Ciancio jet door, Marco was talking on his cell phone with house staff member, Bella.

  “That’s right, Bella, we’ll be on our way soon.”

  “We’re ready for you. But I’m calling because I wanted you to know that the painting you were waiting for was just delivered. I had it stored in the gallery, just as you instructed.”

  “Excellent,” Marco said. “Thank you, Bella. That painting is very valuable to our family. Thank you for giving it the attention it deserves.”

  “Of course,” Bella said. “There’s something else.”

  “What?”

  “A letter arrived just before the painting did.”

  “A letter?”

  “International post. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It’s from your mother.”

  “Mother? That’s impossible,” Marco stated.

  As Marco pondered what Bella had just told him, Keith walked into Rebound, which was packed with customers. He worked his way to the bar and ordered a drink. After receiving and paying for it, he walked through the crowd in search of Michael.

  Passing by the bar in the main room, he noticed a crowd gathered around Jensen who was dancing on the bar. Pushing his way to the front of the crowd, K
eith got Jensen’s attention.

  “Hey,” Keith said. “I didn’t realize you were dancing here again.”

  Jensen knelt down to reply to Keith. “Don’t tell Max or Emmett; I’m doing this one night only to raise some cash for their wedding present.”

  “Aww, that’s really sweet.”

  “And maybe it’ll drum up some business for their new restaurant in the process, too.”

  “Good idea.”

  “What are you up to?”

  “Looking for Michael.”

  “Okay,” Jensen said. “Well, if I see him from up here, I’ll point him out to you.” Jensen stood up and continued to dance, interacting with his fans and other patrons.

  Keith continued his search for Michael.

  Not far from Rebound, Dustin and Cole were finishing dinner at Dustin’s apartment. They were seated at the table with the remains of their dinner on the plates in front of them. Dustin poured more wine into Cole’s glass and then his own.

  “Thank you for joining me tonight. It was really fun cooking dinner with you. Sure beats cooking alone.”

  “Well, I’m glad I’m better than no one,” Cole said, jokingly.

  Dustin smiled. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “I know. I’m just kidding you,” Cole added, sipping his wine.

  Dustin stood up from the table. “Let me open another bottle.”

  “Are you sure? I think we’ve both probably had more than enough to drink.”

  Dustin grabbed another bottle of wine from the kitchen and returned to the table with it. “Nonsense, there’s no such thing as ‘enough’ wine. Besides, the night is young. And we haven’t even had dessert yet.” Dustin sat back down at the table.

  “Whatever you say,” Cole stated as he watched Dustin open the new bottle.

  Dustin poured more wine into his glass and topped off Cole’s as well. “I’ve been noticing the necklace you’re wearing under your shirt. It catches the light every now and then.”