VI. Illyria, Searchings
January 2004
David didn't call Aaron. After a week of no communication, Aaron finally phoned.
"Thought you were going to call me?"
"Sorry, I've been busy." That was the truth.
"Is something wrong?"
"No." That was not the truth.
Aaron opined that there was something going on. But, he was a proud man, as was David, and he didn't feel that he wanted to expose himself in any way. He gave one last try.
"I suppose this week end is out?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so."
"OK, then Dave . . . call me . . . bye."
"Bye."
In this case, "Pride cometh before the fall" was most applicable. Three months later, David had finally accepted the supposed cock-and-bull-story. He submerged himself into his studies and even found a topic/area that might develop into a dissertation.
Several of his co-doctoral students had organized a study group to which he was invited. For the most part, they were bright, outgoing students, approximately his own age. They met weekly. Several of them were young women, one was married and another was a real stunner. She seemed to be attracted to David. He was mildly amazed and his ego was suitably inflated at the attention she paid him. They had two dates which were pleasant, even innocuous--if you can call mild petting: innocuous! She did arouse him, but for him, there wasn't that consuming spark, even though she hinted at wanting a more fulfilling, passionate frolic on their second and last date. He suspected that it was because she rather an assertive, confrontational person which was what he didn't need at that point. Furthermore, a licentious liaison, ala Dian, would have been too exhausting and time consuming. He valued his time--his studies demanded it.
April 2004
He was sitting in the Student Union drinking a beer when Rick sauntered up.
"Well, Hi . . . David?"
"Yeah . . Hi, Rick. How you doin?"
"Great! Haven't seen you for a long time!" he stated taking a seat opposite.
"Been busy . . . and stuff," then added, "You look great."
The truth was that Rick seemed more relaxed, less frenetic, almost assured, not tentative as he seemed when they met those many months back. Although David had no illusions over what had happened then, he did have a certain pleasant feeling about the part Rick had played in his life.
"And . . . how are you doin?" David asked in return.
Leaning over he stated, conspiratorially, "Found my special One!"
For Rick, 'one-night-stands,' those brief, fleeting, furtive encounters, had been de rigueur. Commitment had not come his way, rather those brief, meaningless, impersonal couplings became an end in and of themselves. It became a depressing reality to him. His approach tended to sidetrack the possibility of anything resembling a long term commitment. Had he courted someone over a period of time, rather than hastening to bed on the first encounter, he might achieve his goal much earlier.
"Really?" Then added, "I'm glad Rick."
"Thanks."
"Meet him at Our Place?"
Rick smirked, "No!" then added, "Surprised? Actually we were introduced by an old friend of mine."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Actually I think you know him."
His curiosity was aroused, "Oh? Who? The old friend or the special one?""
"Aaron, Aaron Johnson," came the quick reply.
"He's your . . . ONE?" He was aghast!
"No! Aaron's the friend! Known him for ages."
"I see," he stated somewhat relieved.
"You know Aaron, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Well he's a great guy! But . . . my ONE is really special."
The rest of the conversation was lost in a miasma of doubt and self reproach as the truth dawned on David.
"I've been a damned fool!" he said to himself.
David's amateur status in the area of a relationship, much less a same sex relationship, had created numerous areas of doubt. He was a neophyte, true and simple. Further, he felt that his life, family and personal, to that point, had not engendered his ability to trust. His association, brief as it was, with Dian was incredibly passionate and physical. There was not an iota of commitment, except to satisfy the other member, physically. With Aaron, the physical aspect was just as intense, but there had been a difference. The difference was the months of seeing him, talking with him and the development of what can only be characterized as a friendship. Disregarding the supposed slight, the supposed transgression, the supposed lack of faithfulness, David had felt a loss in passively severing their association. True, the pain had lessened, somewhat, but the loss was still palpable.
That night David contemplated calling Aaron. But his embarrassment and pride precluded that action. Instead he planned to go to the County Health Department's cafeteria the next morning, hoping he might "accidentally" meet Aaron there. He seemed to remember that Aaron had said he usually took a cup of coffee there before going on his rounds. If he was careful, he might be able to organize a reunion, a rapprochement.
At 9:00 the next morning, David paid for his coffee and nervously took a seat at a table that was not too distant from the cashier. "Surely, he'll see me here," he thought.
Ten minutes later Aaron came into the cafeteria chatting with a couple of others. David nearly bolted, thinking he may have made a mistake and not wanting to be rejected. Aaron got his coffee, paid for it and turned to look for a seat. Almost instantly he spied David. He turned to his fiends, said something and walked over to David's table.
"Well, Hello!"
David smiled, "Hi."
"It's a surprise seeing you here. Mind if I join you?"
"No, not at all," came the honest reply.
Aaron sat down and looked intently into David's eyes, and queried, "What are you doing here?"
"Having a cup of coffee."
"Yeah, I see that. But, why here."
"Wanted to meet someone . . ."
"Oh? Who?"
"You," David said pointedly. No use pussyfooting around!
Aaron was not speechless, merely confused, and silent as he pondered the situation. Finally, "I don't understand! For weeks . . . no . . . months you have avoided me . . . . Now this! What's going on?" He asked truly incredulous.
David, embarrassed, dropped his eyes and murmured, "I need to confess . . . something."
"Mmmm, sounds ominous! But I don't have the time right now! Can we meet later?"
The abruptness of the reply struck David with no small amount of concern. But, he decided that since he had taken this step he needed to forge ahead, come-what-may.
"Sure, When?"
"6:00," came the second curt answer.
"OK. Where?"
Aaron smiled conspiratorially, "Our Place!"
Aaron was not mean spirited by nature, but he literally had gone through hell wondering what had happened. . . what had caused this sudden unexplained separation? He also knew that it wasn't one of David's favorite spots. It wasn't his favorite either, accept they had met there that fateful Monday months ago. And, besides, he felt that it might be a form of sweet revenge.
"Gotta go," Aaron announced , got up and left, but not before saying, "See you then?"
"Yes."
As he walked away, Aaron felt ashamed of his pettiness, but he had been hurt deeply. Somehow, emotional trauma has a way of affecting the most caring person in ways unimaginable. The die had been cast!
David walked into Our Place a few minutes before 6:00, ordered a beer and walked to a small table to wait.
Fifteen minutes later, the normally punctual Aaron walked in, looked around, saw David, ordered a draft at the bar and joined him.
"Sorry, I'm late." In truth, he wasn't sorry. He had planned to be late, hoping David might think that he had been stood-up. Another twist of uncharacteristic meanness.
"That's OK!"
Getting to the point quickly, Aaron asked, "Now what's this . . . confession thing all about?"
David explained the scenario those months before, his misplaced shock, hurt and anger. He told Aaron of the agonizing few weeks he had spent after that fateful night, and of the conversation he had with Rick the day before.
Aaron listened, quietly, then stated, "That was the time I stopped into Rick's for a beer. He had told me of his . . . good fortune and . . ." "Why am I explaining myself? I did nothing wrong!" he thought to himself. He looked David squarely in the eyes as his jaw muscles clenched.
David read the reaction, anticipated Aaron impending outburst, and interjected, quickly, "I know it was stupid!"
Aaron merely nodded his assent, thinking better of exploding, venting his pain.
"I know we never . . . made a . . . said anything about . . . ." David was fighting for the right words. "Aaron . . . you must have known that I . . . had some . . . feeling for you!"
"You didn't think I had any for you?" he spat out.
David merely dropped his head in resignation.
"Good God! man," exploded from that black wonder's lips, "and you're supposed to be smart?" Aaron was loosing it, he knew it, he despised himself for it.
David had never encountered Aaron's wrath. It was awesome! I felt that all was lost, and, truthfully, he didn't fault Aaron for his reaction. he only felt . . . dismal.
He raised his head, resigned and stated, flatly, "Aaron, I'm sorry . . . I really am . . . I was stupid." He quickly got up and walked to the door.
Aaron, with the speed of a runner, raced up to David, grabbed his arm, spun him around and said. "Right now, I'm the stupid one!" and kissed him quickly on the lips.
Aaron and David were not into any public display of affection, even with the women they had known. So this kiss was an aberration born out of necessity. A couple of patrons, aware of the tension between the two clapped their hands.
"Sorry, didn't mean to do that," Aaron gasped in confusion.
Pulling away, but running his fingers across Aaron's lips, David stated softly, "I'm not sorry you did!"
They returned to the table, ordered another draft each and talked, discussed, analyzed, explained 'til after 10:00. They were exhausted. But it was an exhaustion that held untold rewards.
"You walked?"
"Yeah," David said.
"I'll give you a ride home."
"OK."
Aaron pulled up in front of David's apartment house, "I'd like to come up . . . but frankly . . I'm exhausted! All that talk . . . more tiring than sex!" he said with a smirk as he reached over and squeezed David knee.
"Me, too! Don't think even you could get me hard tonight!"
"Damn! must be loosin it!"
"I doubt that . . . If you think you'd be rested by Friday, you can give it a try!"
"You're on!"
They both chuckled as David opened the door and went in.
Both men slept soundly that night. The short days 'til Friday were good for them. They both needed that period of time to readjust, to neutralize completely their former pain. When Friday arrived, the slate of distrust had pretty well been wiped clean.
They had a quiet dinner at a local restaurant that Friday . . . a kind of an overture to what both expected, hoped would be a wondrous symphony. When they entered David's apartment, Aaron immediately became aware of a number of objects on the bookcase next to the sofa-bed--a copy of the Joys of Gay Sex.
"Did you read this?"
"Yep, today!"
Aaron, smiled. He had read the book years before and knew that it contained too much information to be assimilated in one sitting. But, the fact that David had read it, augured well.
Then there was a clear plastic squeeze bottle three-quarters filled with a yellow, viscous liquid.
"Honey?"
David smiled and nodded.
"He must have read closer than I thought." Aaron mused to himself. He had remembered the section dealing with passionate aids and how honey could be used to anoint various areas of the body so that they could be licked clean creating delightful sensations. Also, he remembered that honey provided an exceptionally delightful lubricant as it facilitated entry, but also had the ability to heighten the sensations as well. Nature's wonder!
A pink bottle of lotion Aaron knew what that was for!
He spied a tiny brown bottle which he recognized as amyl-nitrate. Aaron had used 'poppers' in the past and found them somewhat stimulating, but preferred the natural approach. It wasn't anything ethical or related to health, it was just the fact that he preferred things natural.
Then he saw a light beige object with a base about an inch-and-a-half in diameter with a much narrower lobed extension. He picked up the anal vibrator.
"When did ya get this?"
With a grin came the answer, "Today."
David had not been into any form of 'kink' in his brief relationship with Dian . . . only exploratory positions and the development of natural techniques of love making were probed with delight. Certainly, with Aaron, there were no approaches except those 'natural' forms that brought pleasure to both. But then, David felt that his novice status might have been a hinderance to Aaron's more extensive experience. The truth was: Aaron's experience was more than David's, but in no way could he be considered a 'cock hound,' or particularly promiscuous. Nonetheless, David had gone to a 'sex shop' in Madison and, with some trepidation, had admitted to the disinterested proprietor that he was a neophyte and desired some assistance. He was shown the 'leather' section which amazed him, then the 'bondage' section which repelled David somewhat, finally to the dildo section. There David was astonished when looking at one implement, one tool, hardly a toy that had
the proportions of a stallion! "Good, Gawd!" he thought, "Who could use or accept this . . . THING . . . male or female?" After some consideration, he decided on the 'poppers' and the innocuous vibrator.
"Ya know . . . you amaze me!"
"Sometimes I amaze myself," he said as he walked over to Aaron and lasciviously began to massage his crotch and stuck his tongue into Aaron's ear. David had early on found that this ear tonguing was a guaranteed arouser for the dark wonder.
"Damn!"
With quick, sure movements, David unzipped Aaron's fly, fished out his yet detumescent prick, sank to his knees and took the whole semisoft muscle into his mouth. He had decided that he was going to use every thing in his paltry repertoire to show Aaron a glorious time. That would be part of his apology.
"Jeeze," Aaron gasped as his cock was thus manipulated. Soon it was totally erect.
David, slid Aaron's pants and briefs down and off. Grasps the firm, muscular buns and tried to pull him in deeper. He had to give up on that! He still wasn't a cock-sucking-adept. But his kneading, squeezing, probing fingers worked their way over those two smooth mounds and one even moved into the deep cleft. This had their desired effect.
Aaron gasped!
David continued and Aaron felt himself began to spiral out of control - - spinning towards a lascivious fog. This loss of control he liked, under certain circumstances. Aaron wasn't a control freak, but in most circumstances he liked to be able to manage himself - - up to a point. But, tonight, David's actions gave him another idea.
Aaron reached down and pulled David's polo shirt off over his head. Then lifted him to his feet and unsnapped, unzipped and removed his slacks. David stood there in just his briefs, bulging at that! Aaron slid the fingers of both hands into the front waist band and with one quick motion ripped them off!
"Damn!" exclaimed David.
"You want it kinky, honey? OK! You got it!" he smiled.
David was wide-eyed. The tables were suddenly turned.
Aaron pushed him down on the sofa bed and within seconds his whole body was being sensually assaulted with lips, tongue, fingers, palms, thighs and one hard dark ebony cock. It was almost as if there were two men arousing him.
Soon David was a groaning, gasping, quivering mass. And, the irony was neither Aaron's mouth or hands had once touched David's rampant pole. That was to change. Aaron spread David's thighs, knelt between them and swallowed his whole cock in one gulping motion.
"Oh GAWD!" David howled.
A hand moved over his chest and belly, dallying at his pits and hardened nipples.
"Ahhhh!"
Another, lightly grazed that sensitive, smooth inner thigh, fondled his balls and grazed his puckered hole.
"Jeeze."
Then that glorious mouth and tongue began to work their magic in ways David never dreamed possible. His head whipped back and forth, uncontrollably, propelled by unremitting passion. Still the hands continued their separate, lascivious missions. A finger grazed the tightly, sphinctered ass again.
Another groan.
The finger was reapplied, and David realized that it had been anointed with lotion. It glided back, forth, over, pressured, released pressure and teased that tight gate until it began to yield. This Aaron realized as David spread his legs farther apart and raised his knees, soles of the feet resting flat on the bed. He grazed the pucker with the nail of his finger lightly.
"Ahhhh!"
Then he applied a bit of pressure, but did not release it. David tensed in anticipation, but Aaron's mouth and other hand soon shifted his attention. The gate gave way and the first knuckle of Aaron's finger slipped in. There was more to come.
Aaron's supple finger sliding in and out his dark muscled opening and those incredible lips and tongue plunging up and down his hardened piece at the same time, created a kind of a sensual overload. David began to quiver, gasp and brilliant pinpoints of light circled somewhere above his face. Had he been standing, he knew he would have collapsed. Aaron pulled off and out of David. He looked down as Aaron grasped the anal-vibrator and turned it on. A light hum issued forth. Slowly he inserted the long, narrow, vibrating, flexible lobed extension into an already prepared opening and the palpitating prick back into his mouth.
Aaron wasn't much for toys, David wasn't either. As it turned out that vibrator got its only workout that night--on both men. But as each marble-sized, tremulous lobe after another popped past the tight gate David experience one galvanic shock after another. Soon the length of that quivering, trembling instrument had been inserted all the way and his whole being began to quake in unison.
"Ahhhh, Fuck!" uncharacteristically escaped from his lips. David was not normally prone to use such terms, but, then, this was not a 'normal' situation! The sensations were pleasant enough, brilliant, even spectacular in the obscene probing of this machine. But, this was not what he had planned. He relinquished the plans he had carefully considered, his sexual strategy was in shambles.
He grasped Aaron's face as he sat up, lifting it off his cock. With heretofore unknown strength, he torqued his body until he was on top of Aaron, lips locked together and his tongue probing deep into that luscious mouth. This action dislodged the 'toy' which fell to the floor.
As he kissed Aaron, he became aware of that hard ebony rod quaking up against his previously invaded hole. He wasn't prepared to have that hard, think thing take the toy's place! Clamping his thighs together, he flexed his pelvis and felt that rampant love-handle slide back and forth across that quaking, puckered opening.
"What are you doing?" Aaron gasped when the had surfaced for a breath.
"I don't know, but it feels good!"
Aaron felt the same as his hips began to thrust upward.
As David flexed his pelvis he groaned lightly as his hard pole, sandwiched between the two bellies telegraphed it's sensuous message. Aaron drove his cock upward between those clamped thighs until both obtained explosive, mutual satisfaction and release.
Minutes later as David wiped the cum from his ass crack, he similarly wiped his discharge from Aaron's and his own belly, and stated, "Damn! This wasn't what I expected!"
"And . . . just what did you expect?"
Smiling, he answered, "I wanted it to be for you . . . alone. Kinda my way of apologizing . . . "
"Ahhhh, but this was a great apology!" he said as he slid his fingers between David's thighs with a wink. As he withdrew his fingers, one slid over the rosebud opening.
"Sssss," came the sound of a quick intake of breath as his still sensitized spot was touched.
Aaron arched his eyebrows and began to gently finger that lightly lubed spot. David stood riveted to the spot as a finger slowly insinuated itself into his dark tunnel. He moved his right leg so as to provide easier access, and the finger slid in deeper.
David remembered how he had been slightly turned off by Rick when he sat on his cock those many months ago. "How could any guy like this?" he had thought. Now, he willingly moved his leg so Aaron would have unimpeded entrée to his sensitized love tunnel. That long finger moving in an out created sensations that could only be described as: fantastic. His erotic barometer shot upward.
"Jeeze," came the expression of surprise from Aaron.
"What?"
"Ya just came . . . and now you're gettin hard again!"
"It's your fault!"
Aaron swung off the bed and took David's burgeoning rod into his mouth as he inserted his finger all the way into that hot love tunnel and swirled it around.
David's legs began to tremble. Slowly he collapsed upon the floor--ass still impaled and cock still impaling! Without conscious thought, his legs spread apart, he drew his knees towards his chest completely, instinctively exposing his fingered hole. His arms flung to the side and head whipping back and forth in the throes of unmitigated passion.
Aaron's head pistoned. His probing finger found the hidden spot and began to manipulate it with utmost mastery.
"Oh, Gawd," David gasped, then without any indication, any physical manifestation, "OH! GAWD!" He exploded in Aaron's mouth and his whole body spasmed uncontrollably.
Minutes later, still panting, still entwined on the floor, David whispered, "Can we move to the bed? This floor is too hard!"
The unwound their limbs, climbed onto the bed, embraced each other and fell into a deep, cleansing, forgiving sleep.
David spent most of his waking hours working on his research. Of course there was time set aside for Aaron. That was a given. The pain of the separation as well as its cause took their place in the minds and emotions of both men.
It was mid June, the weather had been warm, David and Aaron had met for dinner and then went to Aaron's apartment. It was more commodious than David's, and it had air conditioning. It also had a king size bed which they christened: 'Our Play Pen!' They had participated in an exceptionally passionate coupling, bring each other to screaming orgasms.
Later, David sat in an easy chair next to the bed and observed this dark wonder. Aaron was sleeping on his back, sprawled, arms flung outward, legs spread apart, mouth open and a rivulet of drool ran out of the side of his partially open mouth. He looked both vulnerable and strangely assured at the same time. His sheathed cock rested, to the side on a smooth, muscled thigh and his ball sack hung downward cradling the twin orbs. His ebony chest rose and fell in the deep, even breathing of exhausted but refreshing slumber. He was altogether beautiful in David's eyes. David' eyes roamed at will over that dark form taking in every undulation, every nuance of Aaron's body and he marveled. He marveled at the intimacy they had come to know. Not just the physical intimacy, but the intimacy of mind, and, David had to admit, of soul as well. David wasn't particularly religious, but there was a tie that couldn't be explained so easily between the two. A tie that
transcended the mundane.
He marveled at the flushed pink, full lips which were in counterpoint to the dark lustrous face. He smiled as he looked at Aaron's hands and feet. There, too, was that contrast between pink palms and soles with the surrounding dusky, raven skin, and he marveled. He reached over and gently pulled back the satiny, elastic foreskin revealing part of the florid cockhead which mirrored the color of his lips, and marveled. Aaron stirred, automatically wiped his mouth and raised his left leg causing the soft cock-muscle to flop to the other side. David smiled in delight, and he again marveled.
David drank in Aaron's intoxicating, sleeping form with his eyes and was ravished. As he looked, he became aware of a strange dichotomy that consumed him, an elemental duality of purpose. He wanted to possess this man and be possessed by him. He wanted to enfold him and be enfolded. He wanted to absorb and be absorbed. He wanted to enter and be entered!
It was while sitting there observing that dark wonder's sleeping form that David came to the realization that he must love that man. It was a thought that seemed most apparent, yet the implications were frightening. His fear came not from the knowledge of his feeling but from the perception that he may not be able to achieve was would be required. He was acutely aware of his history. Surely the years in what was essentially a mildly dysfunctional family did not prepare him. His experiences in any kind of relationship was meager, at best. He thought of the old saw: "The sins of the father are visited upon the son." But, David was a thinking man and he knew that many of the mistakes he had seen at home he would assiduously try to avoid. In the months of his chemotherapy, he and Aaron had became good friends and confided much in each other. It was difficult, at first for David. For Aaron, it was much easier and that helped David in opening up. Still . . .
the fear was palpable and the thought of not being able to commit was immensely sad to his way of thinking.
He had been sitting there for well over two hours as the thoughts raced through his brain. As he watched Aaron laying there, tears streamed down his face.
Again Aaron stirred, awoke and turned towards David.
"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"Nothing," came the murmur.
"Why are you sitting there?"
"Looking at you."
Aaron smiled then as the shades of slumber tumbled away he frowned and said, "Why are you crying?"
David had been unawares of his tears. He quickly brushed them away, saying, "I'm not."
Sitting up, taking David's hands in his, he stated, "Yes, you are. . . . Why?"
David had never thought of himself as a particularly emotional person, outwardly, at least. But, these past months had open doors and he realized that in certain areas he was most vulnerable. Then the flood gates opened, tears flowed copiously.
David squeezed Aaron's hands and admitted, "Because I think I'm falling in love with you."
Aaron smiled, "Then they're happy tears!"
"No," came the soft reply.
"Why?"
"I'm sad, . . . because I don't think I'll be good . . . at loving . . ."
This issue had been alluded to months earlier when David was being ravaged by the chemotherapy. Then, Aaron thought that it was a result of the devastating condition brought on by the medicine. He knew that he had to help this mournful man. He reached for his robe.
"Don't!" David nearly wailed.
"Why?"
"It's the only thing that gives me any pleasure . . . your naked body."
Trying to lighten the situation somewhat, Aaron quipped, "The only thing?"
"Right now . . . . Yeah."
Aaron sat back down and re-grasped David's hands and they began to talk. The intensity of their conversation was exhausting, long and therapeutic for both men.
The sun was coming up when David said, "I'm exhausted . . . . I can't talk any more!"
The weary Aaron guided the drained David onto the bed and cradled him in his arms. Both men reveled in the other's body next to his. The feeling was not particularly sexual, but exceedingly comforting to both. Almost instantly both men fell into a deep, replenishing sleep.
It was nearly 11:00 a.m. when David was roused from his sleep by the smell of fresh brewed coffee. He sat up, stretched, swung his legs onto the floor and padded to the bathroom to relieve his bladder. Finishing, he walked down the short hall and into the small, Pullman kitchen where the delicious odor emanated from. Aaron was standing at the stove frying some bacon. David smiled as he took in the dark, lustrous nude form of Aaron. When they were in the confines of their apartments, they rarely wore clothes. It was a tacit sign of intimacy that both enjoyed.
"Mornin . . . I think!" David murmured, not really knowing what time it was.
"Ahh! Mornin . . . sleeping beauty!" Aaron returned with a grin. "Want some coffee?"
"Do I ever!" David walked to the coffee maker and poured a steaming mug of coffee. " Smells great."
"Hungry?"
"Starved!"
"Good. Bacon will be ready in a minute. Made a pile of scrabbled eggs. How does that sound?"
"Great." David moved to the small table and kissed Aaron lightly on the back as he passed. He retrieved china and silverware from the cupboard and set the table while Aaron finished the rashers of bacon.
Aaron brought a platter mounded with crisp bacon and another heaped high with scrambled eggs. Bits of onion with green and red bell pepper was liberally salted throughout the eggs. That was the way Aaron's mother had made scrambled eggs and he knew that David liked them that was as well.
They wordlessly ate their late breakfast. They were both famished. Their bodies cried out for sustenance. The love making of the night before and the long, long hours of talk left them with a crying need to replenish their energy.
"Want some toast?" Aaron asked.
"No . . . this is just fine."
Aaron knew that David didn't usually take toast with his breakfast--but it was part of the ritual.
July 2004
David and Aaron saw each other on a regular and exclusive basis, either at David's small apartment or at Aaron's more commodious digs. It was David who suggested that they share the same apartment--live together. Aaron had wanted to earlier, but felt that David needed to make the initial suggestion.
The day David moved into Aaron's apartment, their apartment, and after a light supper with a good bottle of wine and clean-up, David led Aaron to the bedroom and slowly undressed him. David had done this once before and it was a real turn on for Aaron. He watched as David first removed his polo shirt and licked his rigid nipples. Next his shoes and stockings were removed. He unbuckled and unzipped Aaron's trousers, sliding them off and licking his thighs in the process. Then he hooked his fingers under the waist band of Aaron's briefs and slid them off, freeing his already hard cock. David sank to his knees and took that ebony pole into his mouth!
"Ahhh!" Aaron gasped as that warm moist mouth slipped over his rigid, pulsing pole.
David employed all the techniques in his expanding repertoire and soon Aaron was trembling. Standing up, David gently pushed Aaron onto the bed, spread his legs and stripped! Aaron watched in anticipation as his lover's clothes were removed. Crawling between those spread thighs, David again attacked that hard, onyx cock with abandon. Aaron's head whipped back and forth from the passion of the onslaught.
Soon, David withdrew and stepped into the bathroom. He had to prepare himself for what he knew was about to take place, what he had planned. First, he had relaxed himself as much as he could under the circumstances--the wine helped in that department. Second, he had used that short time in the bathroom to slip a lubed finger into his tight orifice. Then, a second one was inserted as he took one deep, cleansing breath after another. Soon he felt his sphincter muscles relax to accommodate the intrusion. He liberally lubed his quaking opening, washed his hands and went back into the bedroom.
Aaron was lying on the bed, spread eagle, hands behind his head, cock standing proud and a smile of anticipation on his face. David, from time to time had sprung interesting variations in their love making--things that from a neophyte surprised and excited Aaron. "What was he planning now?" Aaron thought as his already eroticized mind attempted to delve into David's actions.
David climbed onto the bed, straddled Aaron's muscular thighs, reached for the KY, slathered a liberal amount onto that rampant, ebony cock and positioned himself over it's steely form.
"What are you doing?" Aaron asked, a bit concerned.
"You'll see!" came the reply as he took that thunderous muscle in his hand and positioned it just below his prepared, his readied hole.
"David!" Aaron gasped, "Better wait," he pleaded.
Aaron remembered his first time and although he was adequately prepared, the discomfort of that initial insertion raced through his mind. He had longed to feel himself inside his lover, but knew that it would he would have to achieve his goal very carefully. The assertiveness of David at this point disquieted him. The present situation caused him to loose a bit of his steeliness. That was fortuitous for David. Aaron was not what could be called huge or even big, but he was substantial in length and girth.
David lowered himself carefully, taking deep breaths and willing himself to relax. He felt the lessening of Aaron's erection and forced himself downward, holding tight to the shaft. The partially detumescent head popped past the prepared and relaxed sphincter with some ease. Still, that intrusion brought a gasp from David--not so much from any excruciating pain, for there wasn't, but from the strangeness of the invasion.
"David!" Aaron gasped and at the same time tried to lift him off his impaling member.
David brushed his hands away and lowered himself a bit more.
"Ahhhh!" groaned Aaron.
David's face was set in deep concentration as he willed himself down even further. There was a modicum of discomfort, not necessarily pain, but a strange stuffed, a packed feeling. He sat all the way down on that burgeoning dick!
Again, "Ahhhh!" escaped from Aaron's lips. His partially softened love muscle quickly returned to its adamantine, rockbound strength and vigor as he felt the hot, lubed muscle slip over his cock.
"It's in!" David whispered to himself. He too, felt that invading muscle return to its former unbendable state. That fact, if not the feeling of that intruding pole, created no small amount of joy in David's mind.
Riding 'Hector's horse' had some advantages. The passive member, the one being entered, takes the active role for a time--adjusting himself to the invasion. David sat there a few seconds as his virgin hole became accustomed to this inaugural penetration. He rose up slightly and then just as slowly sank back down. Interestingly enough he felt a rather pleasant sensation mixed with that initial feeling of being crammed, stuffed with a foreign object! Again, he rose up and sank back down registering the growing sensations in his brain.
Aaron, too, was beginning to be transported by the feeling of his hard, throbbing cock being tightly encased in that hot tunnel. His concern for David was slowly diminishing as he felt the tentative raising and lowering of the luxurious tube over his now demanding dick. The sensation of skin sliding over skin was electric to both.
David began a slow, rhythmic raising and lowering of his hips upon that impaling rod. The pleasurable sensations were increasing. Soon he was lifting upwards 'til nearly half of Aaron's length was free, then descending with more force. He continued fucking his lover's cock with his newly initiated hole. Then he lifted nearly all the way off, held that position for a second, then slammed down, hard!
"Ahhhh!" groaned Aaron.
"Ahhhh!" gasped David in consort.
Again, he lifted nearly all the way off and as he descended, Aaron, unconsciously flexed his gluts and rose to meet David's downward movement. They both gasped. David rose off again and held his position. With latent force, Aaron again lifted his hips 'til he had re-impaled his lover completely.
"Fuck me!" David whispered.
Aaron reached up, grasped David's face in his hands and brought it down, planting a warm, probing kiss on the neophyte's lips. At the same time he began to thrust upward again and again, deep into that luxurious fuck tunnel.
David broke away and sat back up, suspended over that pistoning cock.
"Gawd! . . . it feels so . . . wonderful!" he gasped. That was true. With each thrust, the pleasure increased and the strangeness of being invaded for the first time diminished. He grasped his own cock which had not lost any of its rigidity and began to fondle himself, absentmindedly.
Aaron pulled David's hand off his dick and replaced it with his own. A residue of lube was layered over that glistening cock from David's hand. Slowly he began to run his imprisoning fingers up and down that pulsing muscle in rhythm with his upward thrusting, stiff pole.
David gasped, "Take it easy . . . I'm about to cum!"
The pleasure of this incipient fuck coupled with Aaron's expert fingers rocketed David towards the abyss of release.
Aaron smiled. His thunderous cock was sliding in an out of that tight opening with measured thrusts and withdrals. It was glorious! It was unbelievably luxurious--inexpressively erotic. Still, he was not yet near orgasm. The passion of the moment might have triggered an early release, but he was luxuriating in the gift David had presented him. And, he loved David for the wondrous gift!
He rotated his hand up and down David's quaking cock. Up over the super sensitive head and back down the shaft it torqued. It was a technique he knew would bring a thunderous orgasm to David--that coupled with his ass-pistoning prick.
David had raised to a kneeling position. Aaron was given full, unimpeded access to that hot love tunnel. He withdrew his thunderous rod till the mushroom head popped out of that eroticized hole. Then reinserted just the head and again popped it out. This he did four times. The sensation was fantastic for both men. Then after the fourth withdrawl, he shoved the whole length of his hard cock all the way in. Both men gasped with delight.
"Ahhhh! Aaron!" David pleaded as both his hole and cock were attacked at the same time. He wanted to prolong the delectable sensations. But, it was too late.
"ARGHHHH!" came the primordial, guteral scream, then again, "Arghhhh!" and again, "Arghhhh!"
Copious jets of lustral fluid shot from his cock-slit and spattered over Aaron's chest and stomach leaving opalescent pools. He smiled as he felt his incased, hard ebony rod being gripped with rippling muscles. Again and again in tandem with the jetting cock. Each time the force was less. David finally collapsed on Aaron's chest. At first, his breathing was more gasps than normal breaths. Soon, however, his normal, rhythmic breathing took over.
"That was . . . great!" David whispered, soto voce. 'Great' was not a word that David used under such circumstances, but the thunderous orgasm left him at a complete loss for words. Later, he thought of more appropriate descriptors, "Fantastic. Unbelievable. Awesome. Stupendous." All would have been more to the point.
"It was wonderful!" Aaron whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around David. Aaron, too, was at a loss for words.
After a few minutes Aaron flexed his pelvis and his softening cock slipped out.
"Mmmm," came the reaction from David. Then he added, "You didn't cum."
"No," came the satisfied reply.
"I wanted you to cum," David said raising up and looking into Aaron's lustrous eyes.
"It wasn't necessary!" he said and kissed David lightly.
"Next time . . . then."
"Next time," Aaron said with keen anticipation. VII. Postlude
July 2004
The next morning the two sat quietly drinking the first mug of coffee.
David snickered.
"What's so funny?"
"Well . . . I was thinking about last night! Hope we didn't disturb the neighbors!" David took a sip of coffee and mused, "That was one hell of an orgasm!"
Aaron laughed and added, "Yeah for a basically quiet guy . . . you were pretty vocal!"
Smiling, David said, "And the French call it le petit mort . . . nothin 'petit' about it!"
"Not in your case!"
"Don't tell me a passionate guy like you's never had a screaming orgasm!"
"Well . . . you should know . . . you've got me near as loud as you were last night . . a couple of times!"
"Shit!"
And with that, David moved around the table, pulled open Aaron's robe and went down on him . . . on the spot. Aaron wasn't expecting such a reaction and he began to laugh. Soon his laugh turned to moans of delight as David ministered to his burgeoning cock.
David grasped Aaron's thighs and pulled him off his chair and onto the kitchen floor.
"Jeeze!" exclaimed Aaron. "Take it easy!" as he slid onto the floor.
The best was yet to come!
David knew how to physically arouse Aaron . . . and he did with supreme confidence! He reached to the table and grabbed a dollop of soft butter. With liberal amounts of butter he greased Aaron's hole and began to finger him as he mouth-pistoned his cock. That drove Aaron wild! Simultaneously, he prepared his own ass. "I'll show you a screaming orgasm!" he said to himself.
Aaron was caught completely off guard. He was a man who prided himself in his self-control. But that morning his control flew away in the wind of passion, aided, by now small amount by David's now expert arousal techniques.
First, David began as he did the night before . . . astride Aaron's hips. Then he grabbed his still bewildered but exceedingly aroused lover and rolled over 'til he was on his back and Aaron between his legs. David locked his legs about Aaron's waist and rasped, "Fuck me!" and then added with a smirk, "Can you fuck me?"
The whole scenario pushed Aaron beyond his normal bounds. He lost control!
After the initial, careful insertion, he quickly increased his speed. He pummeled . . . he pistoned . . . he licked . . . he sucked . . . he kissed and he fucked with abandon! His animal instincts took over that morning. David added to the onslaught in ways he knew stimulated Aaron--he slipped his hot tongue into his lover's ear and down his neck--he lightly ran his fingernails up and down that muscled back--he hooked his leg around Aaron's hip and rubbed his heel against the quaking hole. All these things he calculated, and the result was to be expected.
"Ahhhh . . . Arghhhhh . . . Arghhhhh . . . ARGHHHHH!" reverberated in that apartment as Aaron rocketed into luxurious dimensions of sexual release.
David smiled as he held his lover close. True, he was a bit raw, a bit sore--he would have preferred the bed to the kitchen floor--but it was worth it! He knew love.
"I think you're a witch," Aaron finally murmured.
"I think the term is: 'warlock!'" David answered with a peck on Aaron's cheek.
"Whatever!"
The next day David met Rosemary for lunch and told her that he had moved, moved in with Aaron.
"He's a great guy," Rosemary commented.
"Yes, he is."
Not really meaning to pry, that was not the way of Rosemary, or of David either, for that matter. She stated, in a rather matter-of-fact observation, "He seems very special to you."
Looking his sister in the eye, he admitted, "Yes, Sis. He's very special . . . to me."
Rosemary understood and smiled.
A week later, Aaron stopped by The Mug, one of the many local coffee houses, for a latté. As he got his order, turned and looked for a place to sit. Sitting alone, by the window, he saw Rosemary and walked over.
"You alone?" he asked and continued, "Can I join you?"
"Of course!" Rosemary replied with a bright smile.
Rosemary had met Aaron a number of times and found him a compassionate and interesting person.
After a few pleasantries, Rosemary commented, "David tells me that you two are living together.?
"Yes," Aaron answered.
"I'm glad. He seems so much more relaxed . . . now."
Aaron merely smiled as he sipped his steaming brew. Since the first time he had met her, Aaron found Rosemary an open and understanding person . . . somehow a bit more at ease with herself than David was . . . at first. "But then," he mused, "She didn't have to put up with all the shit David did."
Earlier, David had told Aaron of their meeting and that he had told his sister that he had moved in with him.
"David's wonderful . . . I love him so much. He's had so many . . . problems. He can be . . . so difficult!" she confessed, haltingly. Then, as if an afterthought, she added, "He needs . . . fulfillment."
Aaron smiled knowingly and stated, "Yes, he is a wonderful person. . . . I know he's been through a lot . . . and . . . and . . . I, too love him."
Tears filled Rosemary's eyes. She reached over and grasped Aaron's hand and squeezed.
"I'm glad," she whispered honestly, and added, "Be good to him."
Aaron nodded his head, realizing Rosemary's concern, and answered, "Oh, I will."
Aaron knew that the road would not be smooth. But, David had begun to be more open with his feelings . . . that was a start.
It was common knowledge that a partnership was fifty-fifty, or so they said. But, Aaron knew that it wasn't altogether true. He knew that if this partnership was to thrive, he would have to give one-hundred percent. He was willing to do that. David was worth it.
Aaron was to find that this was true, and, in time the benefits were far more than the initial investment. It was just a question of time.