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I Want to See You Smile

By: LoveIsUniversal



Every weekday was the same for Derek. He would attend his classes at Cal State Fullerton, hang out with friends, and return home for the night. It seemed to be such a normal routine for the typical college student. But on a Monday afternoon, during the cool and serene month of April, the breaking of the cycle would be based on a crucial decision not only on his part, but on someone else's as well.

As his final class of the day ended, Derek couldn't spend time with his friends for the remainder of the day. The nineteen-year-old college student concentrated on two exams that he had to take on Thursday. He didn't want to take any chances, since he failed the last Anthropology exam just a couple of weeks ago. Psychology and Trigonometry would become his primary focus for the next three days, and nothing would hold him back.

After departing from the campus, Derek situated himself near the bus stop on State College Boulevard. The descending sun indicated a rather late afternoon. The cloudless blue sky had been partially obscured by a thin orange haze that revealed its undying presence all day. A light breeze had arrived, making the leaves of palm trees achieve a rhythmic miniature dance in the slow-moving air. The temperature still remained cool for the Mediterranean-like springtime. It didn't affect Derek at all: he felt comfortable in his brown cargo shorts and dark green t-shirt. He kept his shaggy brown hair untouched. He lived in Southern California for most of his life, and he knew how to adjust to the diverse California weather.

He got on the next bus that was scheduled to arrive. It moved away from Cal State Fullerton as it headed south. It didn't take long for the bus to turn left on Chapman Avenue, towards Derek's apartment.

The young man ignored the other passengers, which consisted mostly of working-class individuals and several other college students. He pulled out his Psychology textbook from his backpack and skimmed through a few paragraphs concerning adolescence. He immersed himself into the pages that held some of the most significant information for Thursday's exam. He didn't even pay attention to the passengers from the next few bus stops that entered the public vehicle. The textbook became a permanent location for his eyesight. The small talk between the other passengers proved meaningless to his ears. He thought of listening to a soft rock song on his iPod, but the sound of a familiar human voice interrupted his concentration.

"Feeling determined, are you?"

Derek looked up to see a Vietnamese-American man who he always recognized.

He smiled and said, "Hey, Trevor, how's it goin'?"

Trevor, who sat on the opposite side of the bus facing Derek's direction, was a neighbor in the apartment where Derek lived. On occasion, the two of them had taken the same route ever since the college student started attending Cal State Fullerton since last August. And they had the same reason why they didn't take their own cars: saving gas money due to stressful times. Only Trevor had enough money to decide when he should take his car to work (and today wasn't one of those times). His workplace was located on Chapman Avenue. As the supervisor of a local tavern, the thirty-eight-year-old man appeared handsome with his long black hair, which he grew at shoulder-length (one of those hairstyles popular in the East Asian media). Today, he wore black denim jeans and a black t-shirt. It made him look more charismatic that way, at least according to Derek.

The young man had a preference for other males, and Trevor caught his attention since his relocation. One look at the Asian man, and Derek found himself with a secret crush. There would be weekends where Derek stayed up until midnight, masturbating to the rhythmic sounds of techno (or even dubstep) as he imagined himself and Trevor alone and naked. But he did fight back against temptation: he concentrated on his studies as well, and he did well in the first and second semesters.

"I'm assuming that you've got a huge test next week."

Derek replied, "Yeah, you're right. I've got two of them on Thursday. I got to spend the weekdays with nothing but my brain and my textbooks."

"You should make sure to hide your vodka as well."

"I don't drink."

"I know. It was a joke."

"Ah, sorry about that. I'm just a little nervous right now."

Trevor's frown didn't change. "Maybe it's best I leave you alone."

Derek nodded and looked back down at his textbook to pick up where he left off. But this time, his concentration gained a little snag. He looked up from the pages containing scientific facts and examined the look on Trevor's face. The Vietnamese man gazed out the window, focusing on the trees, buildings, and pedestrians that flew right past them. The fading luminosity of the setting sun constantly expired in brief but continuous moments as it had descended behind various trees and rooftops that could conceal its entire appearance. Something bothered Derek about Trevor's solemn glance.

"Did you have a bad day or something?"

Trevor didn't move. "What makes you say that?"

"You look like you're business is closing down. Is it?"

Trevor shook his head. "No, it's not. But you're right. I did have a bad day. I had to deal with some annoying barflies all day. That's all."

"I see."

Derek didn't buy it, however. He tried to look back down at his textbook, but he couldn't stop looking at Trevor. There was something else that crept into those somber eyes, something much more disheartening.

Derek cleared his throat and asked, "Are you sure that's all?"

Trevor finally gazed at the college student. "You don't believe me?'

Derek had to be more honest. "It's just that I haven't seen you look very happy whenever we take the bus together. I find it hard to believe that you'd be dealing with lots of bad customers on a daily basis."

"That's what happens when you work at a bar. When you chat with people who ease their troubles by spending their money of hard liquor, you become a part of the sickening environment."

"If it's really that bothersome, then you could at least quit and find another job."

"I can't do that, Derek. This tavern is still a part of my life. Not only do I know how it works, but I'm one of the very few people who can handle the stress and depression when serving whores and jackasses. I don't think I'm the kind of guy who would work at a gas station, or worse, a daycare center."

"At least it'll be different. I mean, you won't be dealing with miserable people all day."

Trevor still had the same frown on his face. "Don't worry about that. Like I said, I can handle it. I have to."

Derek raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'have to'?"

Trevor closed his eyes. "Don't worry about it."

Now, Derek acquired his potential concern over his neighbor. As soon as he moved in to the apartment building, Derek introduced himself to the Vietnamese neighbor since they lived fairly close to each other. Despite the young man's secret attraction, they held only scattered bouts of small talk at first. Ever since February, however, they began to know a little more about each other once they took the bus together. Ever since their small talk progressed towards casual conversation, Derek began to notice a pessimistic nature about the older man. He never smiled, and he never had anything positive to say about the apartment he lived in or the work he was involved in. Derek had this feeling that something tormented Trevor from the inside.

The bus stopped right near the apartment building. Only Derek and Trevor exited the vehicle. Once the doors closed and the bus drove away, the two men walked together towards home.

Derek asked, "You know, you don't have to handle stuff like this."

Trevor's voice grew aggravated. "I said don't worry about it. Just leave it alone. I can take care of myself fine."

Derek didn't feel convinced. He forced himself to give a response, "Okay. I'm sorry I bothered you."

As they reached the apartment building, they separated without saying another word. Both of them lived on the second floor. Derek entered his residence in silence. He had lived with a roommate, but the latter had plans for the entire night. Derek was all by himself.

He placed his backpack and his Psychology textbook on the dining room table. He looked out the window, and he could see that the sky received a dark bluish hue that was still tainted by the orange haze. The setting sun still managed to reflect its most gentle rays on the wooden dining room table, rendering the lamps still useless at this time. Derek wasted no time as he opened up his textbook and pulled out one of his notebooks from his backpack. He took his time preparing to study for Thursday's two exams. He began to immerse himself in the intricate scientific details printed on paper.

For the next few minutes, things seemed to run as smooth as it can be. But as he took notes on his notebook, his absorption in newfound knowledge struck a few barricades that interrupted its continuation. The image of Trevor appearing unhappy, downtrodden by an unidentified force, began to settle in Derek's mind. He tried to focus on what he wrote, but the image in his head became clearer and unavoidable. He put his pencil down and closed his eyes. Something bothered him, and he thought he knew why.

Trevor never smiled. He never looked comfortable in his own surroundings. If compared to a staggered old miser, Trevor would quite possibly win the gold metal for outstanding pessimism. He never acted like an old man, but he also never acted like he would at least try to look satisfied about anything. Derek shook his head and looked down at his textbook. But the mental disruption didn't cease. He tapped his fingers on the table for several seconds. He took a deep breath as he came to a realization. This became something more than just a sensuous fantasy. He did want to care about his neighbor after all. The two of them never declared themselves as true friends, but they at least acknowledged each other's existence. Derek didn't want to acknowledge his surreptitious infatuation, since he still didn't determine Trevor's orientation just yet. They did share similar interests, such as watching hockey and listening to Pearl Jam and Staind, though they seldom joined each other's company. So it seemed they were friends, but it didn't appear to be a normal friendship.

After trying to concentrate on his studies once more, Derek couldn't help himself. He felt the urge to unravel a mystery in the building. The fact that Trevor never even gave a smile became a bothersome statistic. Derek closed his textbook and stood up from his chair. He wanted to know more about Trevor's attitude toward life. Psychology and Trigonometry would have to wait. Besides, the two exams would be on Thursday. There would be plenty of time to study tomorrow, and the day after that.

He wanted to visit Trevor in his own apartment, but he needed to find a good reason why. He didn't want to be dishonest, but he didn't want to just barge in on Trevor's residence, either. Derek scratched his head and paced back and forth in the living room. He could only think of a lie. It didn't take long for him to make up a story. He would pretend that he's writing a Career Counseling essay for extra credit. He would ask Trevor a few questions about his job and his past history. Without even a speck of hesitation, Derek grabbed his pencil and notebook, left his apartment, and locked the door behind him.

He took deep breaths as he walked across the hallway and stopped in front of Trevor's front door. He knocked three times and waited. He closed his eyes for several seconds. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He didn't want to believe that he would intrude on Trevor's space just now, but he also didn't want to believe that he wouldn't discover perhaps a deep dark secret that no one would think exists in the building.

The door opened, and Trevor revealed himself at the other side of the entrance, leaving the door partially open. He wore the same black apparel as from on the bus. Derek could hear classical music played at a low volume.

"Hey, Trevor."

"Hello, Derek, what's up?"

Derek fought against the anxiety in his voice. "I have this assignment due on Wednesday. It's for Career Counseling, and I'm supposed to interview someone who has a job. I was wondering if you'd be interested in answering a few questions."

At first, Trevor looked suspicious. But then, he asked, "These questions will only be about my time at the tavern?"

Derek nodded. "Yeah, that's right. And nothing else. Do you mind?"

"How long will it take?"

"About twenty to twenty-five minutes."

After a brief moment of silence, the door was now entirely open. Trevor brought him in and said, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

Derek examined the apartment. It looked normal just like every other apartment building in Southern California: white walls, clean furniture, and one large window in the living room. A large boombox with a blue and black surface stood in the middle of a bookshelf. It played a classical composition that Derek couldn't recognize right away.

"So what's playing? Mozart? Mendelssohn?"

Trevor sat on his sofa. "You're pretty close. It's Brahms's German Requiem."

Derek scratched his head. The music didn't sound dark or somber at all, nothing like Mozart's own Requiem. Brahms's composition held a major key, with a few uplifting melodies. "It doesn't even sound like a requiem. It's supposed to be a time for mourning, right?"

"Well, this one has more of a positive message to it. I listen to it plenty of times whenever I come back home from work."

So there indeed was something that would please the Vietnamese man.

Derek complimented the choral music, to which Trevor replied, "Thanks. It's nice to know that there's someone else in this building who appreciates this Requiem as much as me."

Derek opened up his notebook as he sat down on the other side of the sofa. "So, just like I said, this'll take about twenty minutes or so."

Trevor went to turn off the boombox before sitting back down again. "Don't rush it. I don't have anything to do for the rest of the night, anyway."

"Okay, then."

Derek continued with his dishonesty as he interviewed Trevor about his current occupation. For the first five minutes, he gave basic questions about place of origin. The young man already knew that Trevor had been born and raised in Southern California, and that he lived in the city of Fullerton for most of his life. This Derek had known for a long time, but it was now time for him to ask some interesting questions about working at the tavern.

"When did you decide to work as a bartender?"

"This may sound a bit absurd, but I had a natural talent for serving liquor. It took me awhile to learn more about the business, of course, but I managed to become an expert."

The tavern didn't exist as a cosmopolitan setting. It was more of an ordinary saloon with a billiards table, a CD jukebox, a poker table, and an HD TV for sports broadcasting. It didn't lack refinement, but it did have a deficiency of blissful ambiance due to the many discontented barflies who visited the place.

Derek asked, "Did you have other career options other than being the manager of a tavern?"

Trevor's blank expression returned. "I don't think I did."

Derek grew curious about this particular question. "You mean you never wanted to be something else?"

"That sounds about right."

"That doesn't even sound right. Didn't you ever want to be something like a musician or a teacher?'

"Next question, please."

"Come on, Trevor. You can trust me. I'm your friend, and your neighbor. You can tell me anything. It won't hurt, I can assure you that."

Trevor sighed. "I remember that I wanted to be a filmmaker."

"When was this?"

"I just turned thirteen when I wanted to be a film director. I planned on saving money so I could buy my own camera."

"I'm hoping that it worked out."

"Of course, it didn't. I didn't even have enough money to buy one."

"But you did work later on, didn't you? You still had enough time to make your first film."

"Well, I didn't."

"Why not?"

Trevor's eyes slowly looked down at the floor. "I lost my interest."

"And that's it? You just didn't want to be a filmmaker anymore?"

"That's right."

"Come on. There's gotta be a better reason than that. I'm sure your parents would be disappointed if they found out you didn't follow your dreams."

Trevor stayed silent after that remark.

Derek grew a little nervous. "Your parents did know about it, didn't they?"

"Yes, they did."

"And what happened?"

"They told me to forget about it."

"But why?"

"You don't want to know about it."

"Yes, I do."

"Is it really that important for extra credit?"

"Let's forget about my homework for a second. I want to know why they told you to forget about it."

"So now it's an interrogation?"

Derek tried to stay calm. "I'm not an enemy, Trevor. I'm your neighbor, your friend."

"So it's true? You really do think we're more than just neighbors?"

Derek almost mistook that statement for something more intimate, but he moved on. "Of course, I do. We have a lot of things in common. And one of them is that we like to look out for each other. You know why? It's because we care about each other."

Trevor looked as if he was almost taken aback by what the college student had just said. "Do you honestly believe that?"

Derek nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Then what I'm about to tell you should be kept secret. This is only between you and me."

"You mean you never told anyone about this?"

"Of course, I haven't."

"Is it that serious?"

"It depends."

Derek straightened up as Trevor took a deep breath.

"My mother and father didn't want me to become a filmmaker. They urged me to follow a different career. They wanted me to become a doctor. I was still very young, so I needed time to discover my true calling. But they didn't believe in such a prolonged vacancy. You see, we didn't live with a satisfying income. We barely had enough money to pay the rent. They knew that becoming a filmmaker would be a huge risk for anyone. Being someone with a more respectable reputation would be the right route for me. At least that's what my parents thought. As a teenager, I had to deal with their aggressive lectures on why being a doctor would benefit me in the future. Of course, I refused to be a victim of their hostility. I wanted them to give back my freedom of expression. My passion for the arts would lead to their demise.

"When I was fourteen, I went to the park on a Saturday afternoon. I didn't tell my parents that I would be bringing my video camera. In fact, I didn't even tell them that I would be at the park. I was an adolescent. I didn't want them to bother me. I didn't want them to infect my infatuation with their pessimistic influence. I wanted to film the trees and the birds. You might think it's silly, but I didn't. I didn't care about the simplicity of it. I just wanted to capture the visual grandeur of our natural world on camera. That time at the park gave me solace in the midst of verbal hostility. But it didn't last long. I would regret my decision to keep this information from my parents. They grew worried about me when they discovered that I wasn't home all day. I didn't even give them a note. They called my friends on the phone, and none of them knew where I was. So my mother and father went out and looked for me."

Trevor gave himself pause for a few seconds before continuing on.

"They must have made a bad left turn or something. Their car had collided with a cargo van when passing through an intersection. My mother died on impact, but my father would spend the next few weeks in the hospital before he died as well. Whenever I visited him, I could see that disappointed look on his face. It was horrifying. That solemn expression made it clear to me that I became a complete failure.


I Want to See You Smile



"My parents died because I was too careless with my passion. I wanted to punish myself for what I had done. I threw away my camera and I vowed never to film anything again. But it didn't just end with the camera. I dropped out of school right before I started the ninth grade. I stayed with my grandparents, who didn't have much to talk about. I found myself with a low-paying job for the next few years. There is an upside to this, though. I found my talent for serving liquor. And that's why I'm the manager of my own tavern."

Derek stayed silent throughout the entire explanation. The young man didn't even know what to say after the genuine discovery of Trevor's unhappiness.

"So why did you feel that you had to punish yourself?"

"I don't deserve success."

Derek looked down at his open notebook. The truth of Trevor's origin seemed rather frightening. He didn't even expect it to be so tragic.

Trevor suddenly asked, "There is no extra credit, is there?"

That took Derek almost by surprise. "What makes you say that?"

"You haven't written anything since you asked about my job."

Derek couldn't disguise his dishonesty any longer. "Okay, so I lied about this assignment. But I just had to know more about your life."

"And why would you be so interested in my own life?"

"I wanted to know why you're really suffering."

"Well, now you know."

"Don't you think you should seek professional help or something?"

"I don't want it."

Derek's concern for Trevor's mental health reached an all-time high. At this moment, Trevor appeared to be in a vulnerable state. His remarkably poignant eyes looked as if they belonged to an inconsolable mortal seeking justifiable salvation.

Derek closed his notebook and set it aside. "You shouldn't punish yourself like this. What happened a long time ago was horrible, but you shouldn't blame yourself for the death of your parents. I'm sure that, deep down inside, they would have wanted you to follow your dreams."

Trevor's solemn expression didn't change. "Well, even if I wasn't responsible for their unfortunate fates, I still won't be able to get myself out of this hellhole. We're living in stressful times. We both experience it everyday. So whether it's my parents or the current economy, I'm screwed for life."

Derek shook his head. "Things can get better."

"How so?"

"Look, you're not a failure. Working at a bar may not be an ideal job, but hey, at least you give people what they want to drink. And you're still thirty-eight years old. You still have a chance to make a film of your own. Who knows? It could be a sleeper hit."

Trevor slowly raised his eyebrows. "I have to admit, you're one of the few people who hate the way I view myself. I didn't even think you would care so much about me."

"I know we didn't really talk much in the past, but I care about you a lot. Even before I discovered the origin of your sorrow just now, I still liked you. I really like you."

Trevor's voice grew hoarse. "Is that so?"

Derek cleared his throat. He still didn't want to acknowledge the physical attraction that he kept secret for the entire year. "You're the kind of guy that I'm willing to be friends with. You're handsome, you love sports, and you like rock music."

"Why did you say that I'm handsome?"

"Huh?"

"You just told me that I'm attractive."

"Well, I mean that there are plenty of women who'd like you as their boyfriend."

"Do you always want your guy friends to be good-looking?"

"What?"

"Do you like it when your guy friends are good-looking?"

Derek suddenly grew nervous. "Of course, not. I don't think looks matter."

"But when it comes to people like me, it does, doesn't it?"

Derek shifted in his seat. "I don't know where you're going with this."

"I think I know why you like having me as your neighbor."

"What do you mean?"

"I see the way you look at me sometimes. It tells me that you want something more than just a casual friendship."

Derek could feel goose bumps forming on his skin. "I think it's time for me to go. Thanks for the interview."

His hasty decision caused him to grab his notebook and race toward the front door. But before he could open it, Trevor abruptly appeared from behind and thrust the palm of his hand against the door. Now, Derek found himself staring at the man he had grown fond of, his blank expression still untouched even by sudden revelations.

Trevor whispered, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Derek almost dropped his notebook as he backed himself up against the wall. He took quicker breaths as he said, "I didn't want you to see me in a different way."

"Oh, I would never do that. I'm not that stupid."

Derek couldn't give a response. He looked up to see the Vietnamese man, who was a few inches taller, towering over him. Derek could see a faint gleam in the man's eyes.

"So this is what you've been doing? You find yourself attracted to me, and now you want to know more about me without making it look like you're hitting on me?"

Derek replied, "It's not what it looks like."

Trevor interrupted him. "So now you know what I've gone through. Now you know why I'm still working at the bar. Is there anything else that I'd like to reveal to you?"

Derek gulped. "I just wanted to find out why you're sad all the time. That's all."

Trevor drew closer towards him as he whispered, "What is it that you want from me?"

"Nothing...I just want you to be happy."

"I think you want more than just that."

Trevor raised his left hand and, with unhurried momentum, slid his fingers across Derek's shaggy hair. Derek forced himself to close his eyes for a brief moment. He had fantasized about Trevor placing his hands on his own body, and now it almost came true.

Trevor suddenly grabbed Derek's notebook and dropped it on the floor. He murmured, "You shouldn't be afraid if this is happening."

Derek whispered, "I'm not afraid."

"Of course, you are. You've dreamed of this moment for a very long time. Didn't think it would be on a day like today, did you?"

"To be honest...no, I didn't."

Trevor's fingers slid further downwards, reaching the young man's flat chest. Despite the mild shivering of his body, Derek couldn't shift his gaze away from the handsome man looking down in front of him, his black attire almost enveloping his entire point of view. Their heads were just inches away from each other, and Derek obtained a craving for a warm encounter of foreign lips. He raised his arms and held on to Trevor's shoulders.

Trevor didn't flinch. "Show me that you care."

Derek, who had been taking shorter breaths due to rising exhilaration, couldn't waste a moment any longer. He reached over and pressed his lips against Trevor's own. It was a slow but intimate kiss. Trevor wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, while the younger man kept his hands on the Vietnamese's shoulders. Derek disregarded his shock of a fantasy transforming into reality and let the warm embrace of a troubled human being pacify his body and mind.

The kiss went on for a matter of seconds before Trevor loosened his grip and moved away from Derek. He turned his back on the same man that he made a move on.

Derek felt confused. He took one step forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Trevor spoke with a husky whisper. "I don't think I'm the right one for you. There are hundreds of other people out there who would be willing to be your boyfriend."

Derek placed a hand on Trevor's shoulder. "I don't think anyone would be as considerate as you."

Trevor turned around and gazed at him with somber eyes. "Is that the truth?"

"I do mean it. You're like no other that I've ever met."

"Doesn't the past give you a bad impression about me?"

"I think you should put the past behind you. That's the only way to ease your pain."

"Even if I do, I'll still be alone. I've been isolating myself for so long that I have no recollection of meeting those whom I admire."

"But I'm one that you can admire. I can help you. I can show you that you do have value."

Trevor touched Derek's cheek with his fingers. The soft touch made Derek form goose bumps on his skin once more.

Trevor asked, "What do you want?"

Derek could only reply, "I want to see you smile."

Trevor didn't appear to have hesitated as he kissed him on the lips again. But this time, it was even more amorous than before. Derek wrapped his arms around Trevor's neck as the two of them stood still, engaging in their deeply personal affair. It had become an almost ethereal sensation as they held each other close. The kisses grew longer and more inflexible. Derek could feel Trevor's arms tightening around him. He took it as, after many years of self-inflicting distress, the first sign of thirst for complete deliverance.

Derek had to catch his breath when Trevor stopped and uttered, "Lie down with me."

He brought the young man down with him on the beige carpet. Trevor lay on his back while Derek seated himself right on top of Trevor's hips. Filled with a new sense of high spirits that rose in a dramatic fashion, he lowered himself and gave Trevor short and tender kisses. The man of the Far East held him tight as the two of them expressed their personal understanding behind closed doors. The warmth they shared at this very moment, which had a profound effect on his profound stimulation, forced Derek to try and hold back any indication of extreme joyfulness. He could only suppress the shedding of a tear for so long.

When they stopped for a little breather, Trevor whispered in his ear, "Go on, Derek. Make me smile."

"I'll do anything you want. Just tell me."

"I don't have to say it."

Trevor reached down and unfastened Derek's belt. He pulled it out from the shorts and threw it aside. Derek quickly took off his shirt as Trevor pulled down his shorts and his boxers at the same time. It took only a few seconds for Derek, who remained seated on his companion's hips, to reveal himself unclothed. His shirt, shorts, and sandals had been tossed into a corner. Despite feeling anxious, he let Trevor examine his slim and hairless body. The Vietnamese man slid his fingers across the young man's uncovered hips. Derek didn't have to look down to see his penis straightening due to the fervent tension inside him.

"You look amazing."

Trevor's response made Derek form a little grin on his face.

"Thank you."

Still lying on his back, Trevor moved the fingers on his right hand from the naked hips to peach-colored shaft that stood erect. At first, he caressed it, which made it even more rock-hard than before. Derek let him do his business as he continued to feel the growing fuel for the fire. But then, Trevor locked his fingers around the hard cock with a firm grip, which made Derek let out a light gasp. Trevor slid his fingers up and down. Derek took deeper breaths as the older man became fixated on the rhythmic movement of his right hand.

"How does it feel?"

Derek closed his eyes. "You're taking me to paradise."

But after several seconds, Trevor suddenly stopped. "Lie on the floor next to me."

Derek obeyed his one command. He dismounted his friendly neighbor and lay down beside him. Trevor told him to face the other direction, and so he lay on his side with the taller man right behind him. Trevor began to kiss Derek on the shoulder and neck.

Derek whispered, "Do what you want."

"I'm planning on it."

The young man couldn't fully see Trevor from behind, but he could feel his hand grabbing hold of his cock once again. Trevor kept the speed of his right hand slow and steady. The minimal velocity was enough for Derek to regain the bodily inspiration that he had hoped for in the past several months. He let out a soft moan during his deep breaths. The feel of another man's hand stroking the cylinder between his legs had never felt so phenomenal.

Trevor started to quicken the pace as he continued to slide his fingers up and down. The acceleration proved to have a positive effect on Derek, who could sense the foundation of a tasteful orgasm forming deep inside his body.

"Don't stop...let me feel it..."

The rhythmic movement didn't stop at all. The tingling sensation in Derek's thighs developed into a more irrepressible eruption. He almost squealed as he reached his limit. His cock emitted long spurts of thick white fluid and landed right on the beige carpet. His entire body trembled from the aftermath of his discharge.

Trevor, whose lips were just a few centimeters away from Derek's ear, let go of his cock and murmured, "This is only the beginning. Follow me to my room."

The two of them stood up. Derek observed the creamy puddles that had been embedded on the floor.

"I'm sorry about the mess."

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Why are you apologizing? Don't you know that this is what I want?"

Derek chuckled. "I was hoping you'd be more specific."

"I'll be specific if you do what I say."

The young man nodded as he followed Trevor in his bedroom. As he turned on the lights, he showed his king-sized bed and the thick green blanket that went with it. The curtains remained closed, practical for the evasion of unwanted surveillance. At this point, Derek didn't feel nervous anymore. He yearned for the ultimate interaction with the man who was old enough to be his own father.

"Stay where you are."

Derek stood frozen near the corner as Trevor took off his black t-shirt. The sight of small but fine-looking abs made Derek give a welcome return of his erection. As soon as he put aside his pants and boxer shorts, Trevor revealed his own genitalia that stood upright.

Derek took a few steps closer. "I'll take it in if that's what you really want."

Trevor gave a slow nod. "I'm still waiting for that smile."

Derek stood right in front of him. He looked down at Trevor's hairless chest, placing his fingers on such a warm and innocuous surface.

The feel of solid muscles caused him to proclaim, "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

Trevor kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "Actually...I think I do."

He grabbed Derek by the waist and pressed his lips against his own. Derek grabbed him by the shoulders as their unclothed bodies touched for the first time. The college man grew ecstatic when Trevor set his erect penis right alongside Derek's smaller tube. Now, both of their genitalia came into physical contact with each other, their shafts pointing upwards. Frottage took place at the right time.

Derek and Trevor couldn't stop kissing each other. They didn't want their primordial urges to end. The humidity in the room began to rise in a slow fashion. The suburban environment no longer resonated in complete silence. The early evening in the city of Fullerton would become just a little more interesting.

Trevor broke off the kiss. "Want to join me in bed?"

"I've been waiting for that."

Trevor swung away the blanket, revealing a white mattress. He lay down on his back and said, "I think you know what to do."

Derek joined him. He repeated his mounting as before, but with his neighbor lacking any form of apparel, he positioned himself on Trevor's hips and grabbed his cock for the first entry. As he lowered himself, Derek could feel the shaft touching his hole between his buttocks. He couldn't stand the suspense. He lowered himself, and as a result, Trevor's six-inch cylinder was shoved deep inside him.

He kept his wailing to a minimum. He started to raise his own hips up and down, letting the beloved piece of thick muscle do its work. Trevor just lay there as Derek repeated his unhurried movements. The vertical limb that had been inserted deep into his canal seemed to perform well by itself. Derek underwent a thoroughly thrilling experience in his body. He closed his eyes and began to groan. He could hear Trevor let out a little moan as well.

Derek lost track of time as he rose up and moved downwards on Trevor's member. Perhaps ten minutes had passed, but he didn't care. The ardor inside him felt as if it could overflow any minute. His moaning became more common. He squeezed his eyes shut due to the growing pressure that drove against his weak spot. He would soon reach his climax.

But this type of productivity held unpredictable outcomes. All of a sudden, Trevor grabbed Derek by the waist and pulled him off of his prized possession. He brought him down on the mattress.

Derek remarked, "Oh, man! I could have been done by now."

Trevor sighed. "That's the problem. I don't WANT it to stop. Now, get on your hands and knees."

Derek obeyed his command and waited for yet another onset of Trevor's infiltration. He got down on his hands and knees, bent over like a subservient prey. He could feel Trevor's experienced appendage making its way into his lower canal once again. Derek whined in a high volume as the arduous phenomenon made a welcome return. Trevor had grabbed a hold of the young man's waist. Derek could feel the deep thrusts growing harder and harder after every passing minute. And this is what he wanted. He had grown tired of seeing Trevor as one with considerable damage from within his psyche. By giving him an opportunity to prove his worth, he would be able to free himself from further mental harm. And it seemed to be working.

At least ten minutes must have passed, but Derek couldn't be certain of that. He was too busy groaning and squeezing his eyes shut as the burning sensation between his buttocks didn't stop. He didn't want it to stop, however. The feeling was just too good to let go of. But when it did finally stop, Trevor shoved his cock as deep as he could into Derek's narrow passageway. Derek screamed before he collapsed on the mattress. Trevor pulled his prized package from out of his glory hole. Panting, Derek could feel trails of warm juices sliding down his thighs. He grabbed hold of the bed sheet and opened his eyes.

"Are you satisfied?"

He could hear Trevor reply, "I haven't felt this relieved for so long."

Derek turned his head to see the Vietnamese man wiping sweat from his forehead.

He chuckled as he said, "You were a real pro at this."

"I've had plenty of experience in my lifetime. Trust me."

"Don't worry. I do."

Trevor got out of bed and stood up. "Want to join me in the shower?"

Derek smiled. "Yes, I'd like that."

The two of them entered the tub in the bathroom. Once Trevor turned on the warm water, both he and Derek were drenched from top to bottom. They didn't clean themselves right away, however. They embraced as steam rose from the water and fogged up the glass doors.

Derek laid his head on Trevor's shoulder. "You know, I should come by to your place more often."

"That's good idea. Maybe we should make a schedule."

"Are you serious?"

"If that's what you want to believe."

"You're just toying around with me, aren't you?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Derek looked up and spotted the one thing that he wanted the most. Trevor held a small grin on his face, and despite its diminutive quality, it looked quite apparent that he finally evaded his own desolation for the night.

He asked, "What is it?"

"I still think I should come by more often."

Trevor's smile grew. "I'd sure love that."

When the shower ended, Trevor took his time drying himself and putting back on his black shirt and jeans. Derek still had a towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body still exposed.

After putting on his belt, Trevor asked, "Why don't we go out for dinner tonight? It's only seven o'clock. We still have time for food for our stomachs."

Derek leaned against the wall. "I guess we can go for some Italian food or something, nothing fancy."

"We'll take our car, since I have plenty of gas money. I just hope we come back in time for you to go back to your studies."

"The exams are on Thursday. I still have plenty of time."




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"Really? How about, after dinner, we go visit the bar? I'll show you the jukebox, and we can play eight-ball billiards. The bar is open until midnight. We can play pool all night. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me."

Trevor moved closer toward him. And with the same small grin on his face, he said, "I really hope it'll work out between the two of us."

"I hope so, too."