Winning the Lottery - 3. Derrick's confessions

Derrick was scheduled to arrive at ten in the evening, and the day passed glacially. I’m not sure what I accomplished at work; I have no recollection of what I did or didn’t do. I only had thoughts for Derrick’s visit. Surely it meant something, but on the other hand perhaps not. My mind vacillated between optimism and pessimism. I was filled with hope but kept reminding myself not to get too excited. Derrick, after all, most probably thought of me as just a friend. Even so, I hadn’t had many friends in my life, so I rationalized that even if we didn’t become involved romantically, that having him as just a friend would be something.

Finally, finally, I was in my car an on the way to the airport. We’d arranged to meet on the departures level where the traffic was a little easier to negotiate. The ramp curved up, and as I rounded the corner to the straightaway I spotted him. He was wearing khaki pants and a yellow golf shirt. His hand was on the handle of his rolling suitcase. Beside him stood a largish man in jeans to whom he was talking quite animatedly. It almost looked like they were arguing. The guy was pointing one way, and Derrick was shaking his head ‘no’ and pointing the other way.

There was only an instant for me to register my WTF? then, Derrick spotted me and he broke into a huge smile and waved. I pulled up beside him and the other guy turned and walked away. Derrick exclaimed, “Right on time!” as the car rolled to a stop. I jumped out and hurried to the curb but not quite sure what I should do for a greeting. A hand shake? A welcome to Hawaii? I hadn’t brought a lei.

Derrick solved that problem by holding his arms open. I mumbled, “Welcome,” as I was pulled into a bone-crushing bear hug. I responded by wrapping my arms around him.

He whispered, “I’m so glad to be here!” I felt his warm breath tickling my ear. My dick plumped.

Caught up in the feel of Derrick’s body pressed against mine, and the hard plains of back muscle and rib bones I could feel with my arms and hands, I was too distracted to say anything. We clung to each other longer than etiquette for a normal man-hug. I had the sensation of feeling safe and I wanted to stay wrapped up with him forever. Then he pushed back slightly leaving me feeling momentarily empty. That sensation barely registered on my psyche before Derrick pressed his lips against mine.

It was all the clichés and more. Fireworks! Electricity! Relief! Gratitude! The world stopped!

I pushed for more but Derrick pulled back. He was panting as hard as I was. “Later, okay?”

I nodded dumbly and gathered my thoughts. Grabbing his suitcase I hefted it into the trunk as he climbed into the passenger seat.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and took a deep, cleansing breath. On the exhale I said, “Wow.”

“Did the earth move?” he joked.

“The whole damn universe moved!”

We chuckled as I put the car in gear and drove away from the curb.

I was concentrating on navigating out of the airport and onto the road leading to Waikiki, so we sat in silence. But once I’d reached the main road, Derrick reached over and put his hand lightly on my thigh. The crotch of my shorts got very tight. Seeking sanity, I started the conversational ball rolling by asking how his trip had been, then, just like that, we were talking up a storm. I was pointing out sights; he was asking me how my job was going; I asked him how his flight went... Conversation with Derrick was easy.

Giving my thigh a bit of a squeeze, he said, “Am I sleeping on the couch?”

“Uh, well....”

“I’ll take that as a maybe not.”

“Right, maybe not. Hopefully not.”

“Okay, then, I remain hopeful.”

After that I clammed up, lost in my own thoughts. Now that our cards were on the table, so to speak, and it was likely that our relationship would progress to the next level, that is, the sex level, I was nervous. I really wasn’t sure what Derrick expected of me in bed, or what he might be like as a lover. I’d fantasized he’d be gentle and considerate, but what if he wasn’t? What if he just wanted a quick painful fuck?

“Gabe?”

“Huh....”

“Are you okay? You seemed to withdraw there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, Derrick, just a little, well to be honest, nervous.”

“I am too.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you’ve been haunting my thoughts for the last week. I want tonight to be perfect. I guess that puts us both under a lot of pressure.”

“We can take it slow. I’ve got some mai- tai mix in the fridge. We can have a drink. Talk a little, then go from there.”

It seemed like an eternity before we were inside my apartment. Still nervous, I didn’t know quite what to say to Derrick. He, too, was subdued. We were in a self-imposed stalemate. I decided that because I was the host, it was me who should take the bull by the horns. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? I opened my arms, and with a look of relief on his face, Derrick stepped into them. His arms encircled my body, and his mouth found mind for a mind-blowing kiss. My soul woke up, and I knew, finally, the answer to the question I’d asked God so many times: “Why did you make me like this?” Now the answer was crystal clear. He made me like this so that I would experience the utter joy of kissing Derrick. He made me like this so I could feel Derrick’s erection straining against mine through our pants. He made me like this so I could experience lust so powerful my knees would barely hold. He made me like this so I could experience love. Yes, there it was, against my better judgement, I was falling hard.

There was no rational thought for the next few minutes. Our little brains were doing all the thinking, and we soon found ourselves naked and rolling around on my bed. And I was greedy, very greedy, for Derrick. My lips couldn’t get enough of his kisses. My hands couldn’t touch enough of his skin. My eyes couldn’t capture enough of his body. And his penis! Oh my God, his amazing penis. It was perfect. I’d never seen anything so beautiful. So hard and so silky all at once.

Derrick was a greedy boy himself. From the way he was kissing, and exploring my body, and moaning, I was left to conclude that he was enjoying himself as much as I was.

It wasn’t long before we settled into a rhythm of kissing and mutual hand jobs. Communicating in moans and body language we soon reached the point of no return. It was like reaching the top of a roller coaster and barrelling down the other side. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my gut. The cum flew everywhere—hot and slippery and tangy smelling. Breathing like we’d just run a marathon, we continued stroking each other until the sensitivity of our dicks forced us to stop.

After we caught our collective breaths, Derrick was the first to speak, saying simply, “Thank you.”

“Thank you, too.” I echoed.

I reluctantly unstuck myself from Derrick and went into the bathroom for a quick wash. I brought out a facecloth and towel and gave Derrick a cleanup. Horny bugger started to get chubbed up again as I was toweling him off, which also got me going a bit. I finished drying him then tossed the washcloth and towel in the general direction of the laundry hamper.

Derrick reached out his arm and said, “Come cuddle.” He was leaning back against the headboard, so I snuggled into his side with his arm around my shoulder. I put my head on his chest and heard the steady beat of his heart. It occurred to me that our lovemaking had been spontaneous and without any awkwardness whatsoever. We were definitely in sinc. All that stress I was under about ‘our first time’ was for naught. Could Derrick be Mr. Right? I sure hoped so.

Derrick said, “I’d like to tell you a couple of things, serious things.”

Please God, not another ‘don’t get hung up on me’ speech!

“Oh...sounds ominous? You said you weren’t romantically committed to anyone else, and I trusted you.”

“No, not romantically committed, but I’m not sure I’m good boyfriend material.” he replied. “What I tell you might scare you off. I sure hope not though.”

Derrick felt me tense up and he tightened his grip around my shoulders. “First off,” he said, “I’m not a flight attendant.”

What? I thought he was part of a flight crew? I felt a little ping of alarm—he lied to me? “You’re not?” I croaked.

“No, I’m a pilot.”

“A... pilot?” My fragile ego concluded that, as a pilot, Derrick would be too good for me. Surely a pilot wouldn’t want a boring accountant for a boyfriend? I sighed in discouragement.

“Hey, no sighs,” said Derrick. “I’m sorry I didn’t correct your impression when we were together last week. At first I thought that we’d never see each other again, so what did it matter? Then we were sitting on that wall on the beach and I thought, holy crow! I really like this guy, then we didn’t have a lot of time left, and I didn’t want to create any awkwardness just then.”

“That’s funny, because sitting on that wall I had the same feeling. It was like magic or something. But are you sure that a guy with a high status job like yours wants a boyfriend with a lowly job like mine?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re an amazing guy. Any guy would be proud to call you his boyfriend!”

“Wow, we could be boyfriends, really?” Things were looking up.

“Well, I hope so. I guess for now we’ll have to have one of those long-distance relationships. Would that be okay? It could be exclusive. I’m a one-man-at-a-time kind of guy.”

“That would be wonderful! Just having you in my life would make me happy. Even if we can only see each other every few weeks I’ll still be content with the situation. And yes, I’d be exclusive with you.”

“We could have phone sex,” he suggested.

“Definitely lots of phone sex!”

“Anyway,” he continued, “You’re okay with me misleading you about my job? I’m really sorry about that. But it’s not a deal breaker, right?”

“No that’s fine. I’m just getting used to the idea, that’s all.”

“Okay, I have two more things to tell you. I’m afraid they’re both much bigger issues. God, I hope I don’t scare you off...”

“I’ll try to keep an open mind.”

“Good. Well, um, I have a ten year old son.”

“No!”

“No, as in you don’t believe me? Or no as in that’s a deal breaker?”

“That doesn’t seem possible. Aren’t you only 27? Wait a minute! Jesus! Are you straight? Bi curious?”

“No, remember I told you I was unattached. I’m not married, nor was I ever. I’m definitely gay. I don’t have a boyfriend, well except for you. I only ever had sex with a woman once. I was 16. She seduced me at a party. She didn’t even realize I was Cass’s biological father until just over a year ago. I’ll explain the details later, but I have full custody of Cass now.”

“Cass?”

“Cassidy Rain. That’s his full name. Cassidy Rain Deacon.”

“He lives with you?”

“Yes, for the past year. Gabe, are you going to be okay with Cass? I’m a package deal. I guess you need time to think about this? Cass knows I’ve come here to visit you, and he’s quite excited about me maybe having a boyfriend. He really wants to meet you.”

“Really? That’s so nice. I’d like to meet him too. Wow. You’re a dad. And you only found out a year ago. How do you feel about that? Are you glad?”

“Gabe, I’m over the moon happy. He’s a great kid. Funny, smart. In a minute I’ll get my phone and show you some pictures of him. Everyone thinks he looks like me at 10 years old. I know this is a lot to lay on you, Gabe, but we can talk more about it. Let’s give you a few minutes to mull that over while I tell you the third thing you need to know about me. This is the biggy. Your whole opinion of me might change. It’s certainly something that’s made it nearly impossible for me to have a boyfriend in the past.”

My mind was racing. I had no clue as to what he might be referring to. Something big, but what? HIV positive? But that’s not a deal breaker in today’s world—at least not for me. Bigger than having a son? I seriously doubted that.

“Gabe, I come from a wealthy family.”

“I thought you said your parents ran a Buddhist retreat. How can they be wealthy?”

“A Buddhist retreat on 50 acres of prime waterfront land. See, my grampa and uncle, my dad’s brother, run the family business. There are seven Deacons. My Grampa Darius, my uncle Darius, my dad, two cousins, Cass and me. We all have a share of the business. Cass’s is held in trust, of course.

“Growing up on Orcas, I really had no idea how wealthy my family was. My parents believe in living simply. What I didn’t even know was that the properties on either side of my parents’ are owned by the family too. The people that lived there were actually caretakers and security guards.”

“Security guards?”

“Yeah, Gramps insists that we all have bodyguards. Remember that guy I was talking to at the airport when you picked me up?”

“Yes, the tall guy.”

“Well, he’s my bodyguard on this trip.”

“No!”

“God’s truth.”

“Where is he now?”

“He’s at a nearby hotel. He doesn’t have to be with me every second. It’s not like the Secret Service guarding the first family or anything like that.”

I pulled back and looked into Derrick’s eyes to ascertain the truth of this revelation. They didn’t look like the eyes of a lying, crazy person, but how was I to know? I’d seen ‘A Beautiful Mind’ so I was aware of psychosis and delusions and things like that. I had a sudden discomforting thought. Was Derrick Schizophrenic? Dangerous?

“I take it from your silence, and your questioning look, that you think I’m crazy,” he said.

“Um....”

He laughed. “That’s a fair enough reaction. Let’s assume I’m telling the truth. What do you think about me being rich?”

“I don’t know what to think. I just have questions. If you’re rich, why do you work? What business does your family own? Have I heard of it? Can I look it up on the internet?”

“I work because I love flying. I wanted to be a pilot from the time I was six years old. My parents encouraged me to pursue my dreams. Most of the time we try and lead a normal life, but that’s not always possible.

“The family business is the Dea-Con Corporation. They have a website, but it doesn’t say much. Dea-Con is a private holding company. Have you heard of __ and___ [he mentioned several national brands]?” I replied that of course I had. He then explained that the Dea-Con Corporation owned those companies, and many others.

“Are you like, a millionaire?” I asked incredulously.

“Um, not exactly....”

“Define not exactly.”

“Um...we’re more like...billionaires.”

“No!”

Derrick laughed. “You keep saying no.”

“But....” I sputtered. If Derrick was really that rich, or even if he was crazy, that didn’t bode well for any sort of relationship. How would I fit in with people like that? The relationship was doomed.

“Breath, Gabe. If we’re going to be boyfriends, and I’d really like that, then we need to figure out our way.”

“That’s an understatement. How can I begin to compete with that kind of money? If you really are that rich then you can afford everything first class. There’s no way I can, or want to, keep up with that.” I felt discouraged, disappointed, and let down. I’d put too much hope into a relationship with Derrick, and now it was unraveling before even getting started.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” said Derrick. “Can you give me a chance? Please.”

Things were going to shit, but at least I had a good view of his body as I leaned against him. He wasn’t buff or anything. More wiry, really. But looking down his lean torso, at his reddish pubic hair and limp dick, then beyond to his hairy legs and his perfectly shaped feet, I’ve got to say that my libido was arguing with my common sense. I wanted this perfect man. I wanted him in every way possible. I wanted to eat him alive. So what in God’s name was I doing worrying this whole situation to death?

“Let’s just make love,” I said.

Derrick whole heartedly agreed, and we commenced kissing and stroking, then some sucking and rubbing. Sword fighting. It took longer this time. I mean, who was watching the clock, really? But I think we spent almost an hour pleasuring each other. So much excitement and lust. Spent finally, we lay in each other’s arms sated, glowing, panting. Derrick may have been my opposite—our relationship doomed by our differences—but right then, I was stuck to him like a fly on sticky paper. I could no sooner voluntarily end this relationship any more than I could stop breathing.

“Okay,” I said. “You win. I promise to try and make this relationship work. I’ll put aside my fears and doubts because I want you so badly. Whatever you can give me, for as long as you can give me, I’ll take.”

Derrick responded by wrapping his arms about me in a vice-like grip. “I’m never letting you go! I want you to be part of my life. Of Cass’s and my life. And you’ll love my parents. They aren’t the least bit pretentious. When can you come to Seattle to meet everybody?”

“Um....” Now here was the problem. I didn’t have money to fly back and forth to the mainland. The problem with rich people is that they assume everybody can just do what they do.

Derrick heard my hesitation and immediately reassured me, “Don’t worry about the plane ticket. I’ll cover that. Once you’re in Seattle you’ll be our guest. I’m not asking you to spend your own money on this trip.”

“You’re very sweet, Derrick. I accept. But I’ve got to be up front about how I feel. When I was sixteen or so, I heard my mom fucking my dad to get a couch. I’ll never fuck you for a couch or anything else. Do you get where I’m coming from?”

“Absolutely, Gabe! No fucking for a couch.” We both chuckled.

“And I had to be beholden to my rotten father until I left home after high school. I wish I’d had the courage to run away, to live on the streets. But I didn’t have that courage. Finishing high school took precedence over my pride, but I hated every moment in his house. I never, ever want to be in that situation again.”

“Oh my darling man. I never want you to feel beholden to me. I’m rich, yes. Will you benefit from that? Most likely. But I never want you to feel obligated; to feel you need to defer to me because of what I do or can provide. What I share, I share freely. No strings attached. There are things that money can’t buy and your love is at the top of that list.”

“Well, okay then...we can give it a try....”

“Sounds like you didn’t have a very good home life. Feel like sharing?”

“Well, it’s all pretty cliché. I got caught looking at a gay magazine. Dad all but disowned me. I wanted to become a doctor, but that dream was dashed. I had to finish high school and train for a regular job. Dad wouldn’t pay my college fees. I got a tuition scholarship and worked part time to pay my way. If it hadn’t been for Mr. Foroughi, the man who gave me a job and a place to live, I would have never made it. At college, the path of least resistance was accounting. After I graduated, I got a good job. My company has been good to me, so I’m reasonably happy with how things turned out.”

“Oh man, that’s so harsh, I’m so sorry your dad was a dick. My parents were always encouraging, and I think they’ll be encouraging to you to.

“Can you come to Seattle and meet my folks?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s not too soon to ‘take me home to meet the parents’ is it? If I go, it’ll have to be a weekend because I don’t really have any holidays accrued yet.”

“No. Never too soon to meet the parents. I did mention you to them as well, and they’re dying to meet you too. How about the weekend after next? I work next weekend, but I know the next weekend is free. Can you take Friday afternoon off? You could be in Seattle that evening, then, if you leave about noon on Sunday, you’ll be back to Honolulu early that evening because of the time change.”

Derrick pulled out his phone and showed me dozens of pictures of Cass. He was clearly a proud papa, and I could see why. Cass looked like a chip off the old block—it was easy to see his resemblance to Derrick—and in every photo Cass looked happy. He looked like a kid who was well loved and knew it. Derrick said he’d explain more later, but added that Cass hadn’t had it easy for his first nine years. He had a good nature and was responding positively to all the love he was now receiving. “He soaks it up like a sponge.”

Included in the photos were several ‘family’ shots with Derrick’s parents, and they too looked happy. I’d describe them as aging hippies, but with short hair, who seemed fully content with their lot.

After that we slept with me spooned against Derrick’s chest, which is how I woke up several hours later.

Derrick and I spent most of the two days in bed. It was a terrible wrench when I had to take him back to the airport. As I pulled up to the curb at the departures level his body guard was waiting for him. I got out to help Derrick with his suitcase and he introduced me. The guy, Art, gave us a look. Not a judgemental look, but one of those man-to-man looks where the body language and facial expression says, ‘So you got lucky!”

Derrick wasn’t the least bit shy in front of Art and gave me a huge hug and major tongue smooch. I was sad driving away, but at the same time I felt like singing and dancing.

I could hardly wait for the phone sex.