Author's Note to Readers: This is my first erotic story. I have the first few chapters written, and will post the other soon. I hope you enjoy reading it. I would love any thoughts, feedback, and/or criticisms you might have. Please contact me at TrailerTrashSub@yahoo.com.
Chapter 1: Reconnection
Aaron Fields had always been a quiet and reserved man. He was one of those people you could say you knew, but if someone asked you anything specific about him, you wouldn't know it. That's because a lot of people knew Aaron, but no one really knew Aaron. And he liked it that way.
He went through his life without developing the strong friendships and familial bonds that any normal person would associate with a healthy, active social life. But for Aaron, it was freedom. His lack of attachments meant he could spend his time doing what he wanted to do and going where he wanted to go.
At 43, Aaron was an active and attractive man, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He stood 5 foot 10 inch and wore his 190 pounds well. His athletic body was toned and his muscles well-defined, like someone who took care of himself but didn't spend all their free time at the gym. The same was true of his appearance. He kept his beard trimmed short and sculpted and dressed casually but not messy. He liked his clothes to fit a little tight, but move with him. His denim jeans always hugged his thighs and presented his package in a flattering way. His body hair was mostly natural, other than his crotch, which he trimmed short on his balls and around his cock. His dark hair body hair blending into his darker toned skin, a gift from his mother's pacific islander heritage.
Aaron worked in Denver as a CPA in one of those accounting firms with a lot of impressive sounding last names. Of course all the named partners were long dead other than John Koch, Christopher Hinds and James Reedy. He had met them when he was hired on 5 years ago, but had little contact since. The company had a rigid hierarchy and Aaron was a subordinate, to a subordinate, to a subordinate mid-level manager.
That worked for him though. He could do his work, keep his head down, and earn a good paycheck with little of the drama or stress that other professionals in his building had.
In other words, Aaron was comfortable.
It was Friday, and Aaron was sitting at his cubicle, going through the last of his to-do list before he could clock out at 5. He answered the last few emails and tidied up his desk before logging out and turning off his desk lamp.
Several of his co-workers followed him to the elevator and down to the parking garage in the basement. They made chit-chat about weekend plans--Aaron had none--and exchanged pleasantries. When the doors opened and they separated and made their ways to their cars.
He was heading home slowly, caught in the crawl of Denver rush hour, when a call suddenly rang through his stereo. He didn't get a lot of calls, so this was unusual. He glanced at the dash to see the name Greg Singleton. It was call out of the blue from his old college roommate, whom he hadn't spoken to in years.
He hit the answer button on the steering wheel.
"Aaron! Hey buddy it's Greg. I'm in Denver for a few days for a conference. I thought I'd see if you wanted to hang tonight. My hotel has this bitchin' rooftop bar," Greg said.
Greg was about the same age and also in finance. They had first met in Oregon as college freshmen. They roomed together in the dorms for two years, and off campus in an apartment for two years after that. They had kept in touch here and there, but mostly went separate ways after graduating.
Aaron considered himself straight, but Greg was unapologetically gay. It never bothered Aaron. They shared a lot of the same interests and became good friends regardless.
Halfway through their freshman year they had just got back to the dorm room from a party. Greg BEGGED for Aaron's cock, and Aaron--drunk--said fuck it. He pulled out his semi-hard cock, pushed Greg to the floor, and shoved his dick down Greg's throat. Greg sucked greedily, like a man getting his wish and not wanting to lose the opportunity. He paused and begged Aaron to fuck him in the ass. Honestly, Greg was a little surprised when Aaron again agreed to do it.
Neither lasted very long once Aaron pushed his cock head into Greg's tight ass. Greg shot a huge load all over his chest and Aaron filled Greg's ass with an unbelievable amount of cum. Greg scooped up his own cum off his chest and ate it, then sucked the cum off Aaron's cock when he pulled out. It was the best climax Aaron had experienced.
They continued fucking all through college. It didn't really mean anything to either of them, it was just about getting off. Every few weeks Greg would knock on Aaron's door late at night. Aaron would open it and Greg would be on his knees, hands behind his back, begging for Aaron's cock. And Aaron would get instantly hard and jam it down Greg's throat a few times before throwing him on the bed to fuck him for hours.
Greg was the only guy Aaron ever fucked. In college he had chicks here and there, but never anything serious. Even back then he preferred to keep things casual. No relationships. No attachments. No commitments. But he always obliged Greg when he came crawling on his knees.
At 8 inches, Aaron was pretty well-endowed, with a nice fat shaft, bulging veins, and a well-proportioned head. Aaron especially loved the loud and satisfying "thwap" noise it would make when he slapped it hard against his open hand or on a chick's eager face.
Aaron was surprised to hear from Greg after so long, but his dick got rock hard at the sound of his voice.
"Hey dude. Yeah, I was just headed home but I didn't have anything planned. What hotel you at?"
"The Wellington on 16th. You know it?" Greg replied.
"Dude. That place is posh. Your work put you up there for a conference? That's some luck man."
"I'll tell you about it all later, but it's lucky for the both of us dude. Get your ass over here."
"Right on. I'll turn around and head over. Might take me a bit with traffic."
"No worries. See you when you get here. I'll leave your name at the front desk. Meet me on the rooftop."
Aaron signaled for the offramp and headed back toward downtown, his hard cock straining against the front of his slacks. Greg's ass was always insatiable. Aaron thought about the fun he was going to have as he rubbed his dick through his pants, a large spot of precum soaking through the khakis.