Aaron in Dallas

Aaron in Dallas - Conclusion by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)

Where Part 1 ended....

As 10:30 PM rolled around ... Aaron had a bottle of champagne delivered to the table. He clinked my glass and then we both drank ... and then he quietly says

"Happy Anniversary. Its exactly 24 hours since we first introduced ourselves."

After the floor show ended ... we made our way back to the hotel suite. Again we fell into each others arms while we helped each other undress. With an almost planned common intent, we did not make love again ... but crawled under the covers and molded out bodies together and fell into a contented sleep.

The next morning, I woke up first due to an urgent call from Mother Nature. I was able to get out of bed without rousing Aaron ... made my way to the washroom, unleashing a torrent of piss into the toilet that I thought for sure would wake him up. Luckily he remained sleeping. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth ... morning mouth(yuck), brushed my hair and quietly exited the bedroom closing the doors softly behind me.

I then called down to Room Service to have one of their thermal jugs of coffee sent up along with a selection of croissants, biscuits, bagels, cheese & fruit sent up ... telling them just to ignore the "Do Not Disturb" sign we had remembered to stick on the outside knob when we returned the previous evening. While I waited for the coffee & food to be delivered ... I poured myself some ice water and sat to gaze out the large picture window that was set in a small alcove. I lit a cigarette and while enjoying the view and the start of what looked to be the dawn of another wonderful day ... I started pondering the events of the past almost day and a half.

I seemed to have changed a great deal from the person who arrived in Dallas. And Aaron was the reason. I had built up so many walls around myself, my emotions, my life over the years ... and as if by magic ... Aaron had scaled them or blasted them into oblivion. Yes ... I was definitely in love ... and I was freely able to now admit it to myself. What I felt was so much more than "a holiday fling" or "lust gone rampant" ... this was the "real thing". I had no doubt about it. This that I was feeling was so much more than an infatuation, so much deeper ... so all encompassing and enveloping. It could only be love.

My thoughts were interrupted by the soft knocking announcing the arrival of the ordered breakfast cart. I threw on a robe and let the waiter pass to set it all up. He poured me a coffee and quietly exited again.

I took my coffee to the alcove, threw my robe over a handy stool and sat back to once again enjoy the view and light yet another cigarette. The first coffee went quickly as I analyzed all these new feelings I was enjoying. Pouring a second cupful, I realised what I took the most joy in was knowing Aaron felt the same feelings for me that I felt for him. He did not have to tell me. I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me, and I could feel it in his touch, the way he held me and caressed me. And the way we could still almost bring ourselves to a spontaneous orgasm just from our kisses. It was amazing. Amazingly wonderful. And I was ... most definitely ... in love with a capital L.

Deciding I had been away from Aaron long enough ... finding myself needing to be near him, I used the bathroom off the main room to use a mouth rinse and then noticed myself in the full length mirror adjacent to the enclosed shower. For the life of me, I could not see what he seemed to see in me. I admit I still had a reasonably good build. A little softer muscle definition than there once was when I lifted weights purposefully. But my dark brown hair had more than its fair share of gray now. Although the face wrinkles were not overly visible .. I knew they were there and, to my eye, I definitely looked my age. I knew and readily admitted to my intelligence ... but despite my being "out" for 16 years ... I still was at times embarrassingly naive. I know I had a pretty good sense of humour ... but it tended to bounce between being very droll to being very much in the gutter. Not everyone appreciated my humour. I also know I am somewhat of a "social chameleon" ... I am comfortable in just about any social setting whether its downing draughts with some buddies wearing jeans and t-shirts ... or attending formal functions in a tuxedo and conversing with business and political leaders. I enjoyed kicking back while dancing to a country band ... or appreciating the latest theatre or operatic production. And everything in between.

Maybe that's what he saw in me ... my ability to be myself no matter what I am doing or where I am. I am exactly the same person no matter who is around me.

Or maybe, its because of the hairiness of my body ... front and back, top to bottom. He sure can't seem to get enough of the hair when we are cuddling. Which really surprises me actually. I found out that Aaron is not quite as hairless ... naturally ... as he appears. He does shave or have himself waxed I found out. Removing a smattering of hair on his chest which would normally lead to a "treasure trail" down to his pubes. Plus he shaves his legs, a little tuft of hair at his waist at back that continues down his crack ... and he shaves his balls. I guess we are very compatible in the way we look. I love his smoothness ... he loves my hairiness. Go figure.

I suddenly realised that it did not matter the why's of why he loved me .. just that he does. I do not have to understand it.

I made my way quietly back into the bedroom. He had turned mostly onto his back ... and was cuddling and breathing deeply into the pillow I had slept on. What a tantalizing picture he presented. The bed sheet had slipped down so now it covered only his groin and left leg ... and his erection was clearly evident beneath the sheet. His muscular chest, erect nipples, his rippled abdomen, his one leg and a view of his marvellous buttock were all right there for my visual appreciation. His dark softly curly hair was spread a bit on his and my pillows ... and a calm serenity graced his face again making him appear to be far younger than he actually was. I could hear his deep even breathing indicating sleep ... and I could see his eyes moving beneath his long lashed eyelids indicating he was dreaming. I don't know how long I stood there ... staring ... just drinking in the raw beauty of this man I loved. Eventually I did crawl in behind him and wrap my arms around him .. trying not to wake him. His body automatically snuggled back into me ... his butt crack caressing my hardening cock. My hand softly stroking his chest and then slowly making its way down to gently caress and hold his hard dick.

Slowly rousing from his sleep ... he snuggled in further and says

"You came back to me. I knew you would. I woke up a bit earlier and you were gone ... so I grabbed your pillow but its not the same."

"I know" I said "I tried that when you were gone yesterday"

Suddenly, unbidden, remembrances of the dream I had came rushing back. As I tried to push them back, I shuddered, again reliving the terror I felt when I woke up. Aaron immediately turned over and rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me with his arms crossed ... once again staring deep into my eyes.

"Okay, tell me" he said "What made you suddenly shudder and lose your hardon"

"It was nothing. Just forget it. Call it 'mid life crisis' ... or the almost total disbelief that I have you not only in my bed but in my arms"

"That's crap. There is something you are not telling me. So tell me."

"When I understand it myself, I will tell you. Now shut up and kiss me you stud".

Tentatively at first, I think because he wasn't quite willing to "let things go" ... we kissed. Once again kindling each others passions, our tongues battling with each other as we explored each other mouths once more. My erection returned quickly and soon we were once again rubbing against each other causing our heightened needs to soar. Aaron's hard thick longer cock rubbing urgently against my own smaller, thinner but just as hard one. His shaved balls rubbing incessantly on my hairy ones. Our abdomens, chests and hard erect nipples teasing and taunting each others. We each started spewing precum easing the friction of our dry cock rubbing together ... but it only caused us to hump into each other more urgently ... our lips still locked in yet another mind numbing kiss.

Once again, suddenly and unexpectedly I drove my hips up off the bed ... lifting Aaron ... causing even more pressure on his thrusting cock. My body arched off the bed for what seemed an eternity ... and then I felt my cum shooting between our hard bodies ... coating his dick even more as he jabbed into my abdomen once ... then twice more ... and then he whimpered as he started spewing his load to mix with mine. When I started cumming I had grabbed him around his shoulders and chest almost squeezing the air from his lungs. And then as my orgasm subsided, my grip on Aaron relaxed and my body finally eased back flat on the bed. And one again my body started doing its new shaking routine ... after yet another earth shattering climax.

I caressed up and down Aaron's back, across his butt and then back up again as his orgasm subsided. And still we were kissing. Our tongues still duelling ... no ... not duelling. Sharing ... caressing ... possessing.

We kissed each other cheeks, again on the lips and then nuzzled each other necks as our hands stroked each other ... trying to calm our heart rates ... and get our breaths. Once again Aaron raises up and crosses his arms on my chest ... I know he wants me look back at him ... into him. We look at each other and at the same time utter one simple word to summed up everything

"WOW"

We stared into each others eyes, each with these stupid grins on our faces, and once again kissed softly without either losing eye contact .. and just stared some more. No words were necessary ... it was as if each knew what the other was feeling and we were sharing it comfortably with each other. Aaron's arms across my chest looking down .. me gazing up with my hands caressing his hard yet oh so soft buns.

After a few minutes, Aaron moves to get up. I held tight ... not wanting to relinquish contact just yet.

Smiling down at me, he says "Unless you are into golden showers ... you have got to let me up. Quick. And I don't think you would go for getting pissed on."

"Ahhhhhh No thank you" as I release my hold and he escapes to the washroom.

I lay there waiting for his return ... hearing his thunderous offering to the toilet gods ... and then the flush. Then I hear him running water in the basin and just know he is washing our cum and precum mixture from his body. Then he will bring a cloth back to do the same to me. But when he returned a few seconds later he was not carrying a cloth. Knowing he did not care for snuggling when there was drying cum between us ... I made to get up and go wash myself off.

Aaron grabbed my shoulders to push me back flat on the bed again.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked

"Just to clean up a bit."

"Well, lay back and I will take care of that".

Then he bent down over me from the side and started licking away all signs of our orgasms. I moved to reciprocate the great feelings he was giving me ... but he again pushed me back and told me to close my eyes, relax and enjoy it. So I did just that.

He licked and washed with his tongue and mouth all across my chest, taking a few minutes to toy with and torture my still tender nipples. Then he made his way down across my abdomen paying special attention to my navel .. all the while using his free hands to continue exiting my pecs and nipples ... and with the other, caressing my thighs and inner thighs. As he inched closer to my soft dick ... it tried to engorge but it only succeeded in bouncing a bit. That is, until he had cleaned and sucked all the cum from my pubic hair and then unexpectedly took my soft small dick completely in his mouth and tongued it furiously. Instantly my cock started filling with blood once more ... lengthening and hardening in his hot wet mouth. When I was totally erect, he started gently bobbing his head ... again giving more pleasure than any man deserves to enjoy. Once again I felt my balls start churning and my breathing start to quicken. Sensing this ... he gave one last long pull on my hard dick, kissed its tip and then dove down to lather my balls with his spit. He licked and teased each ball and then sucked both into his hot mouth using his tongue to caress and wash both together.

It was torturous ecstasy and he knew he was driving me over the top. Releasing my sack, his tongue ventured lower. He swiveled to lay between my open legs and started to lift my thighs ... to give himself easier access to my tight hole. I grabbed my legs at my knees and brought them further back ... and he adjusted himself into a higher position as his tongue ran circles around my spasming pucker. Finally, his tongue drove deep into its center. A fraction of a seconds hesitation until my pucker relaxed to allow his tongues admittance. His tongue fucked my ass forcing more and more of his spittle up there with each plunge ... his tongue relaxing the orifice more and more. I was groaning with the pleasure he was causing me ... the delight was I feeling. Each thrust of his tongue making me want to again feel his big fat cock filling me. Still using his tongue on my hole, I felt him add a finger. Easing it deep and rubbing my prostate. My groan of pleasure seemed to echo in the room, reverberate off the walls.

Soon he had three fingers ramming up my butt, taking me to pleasure places I had only experienced with Aaron ... and that had happened only the day before. My god I wanted this man in me, not in a minute, but right then. I let my legs go and as they settled back on his shoulders .. I spat in my hand and reached for the hard cock I wanted in so badly. As I lubed him with my spit ... he removed his fingers and I placed his hard cock in the spot I needed him most. Aaron took over and I soon felt his fat hard dick pushing into me. Once again, there was the initial pain when his cockhead popped through my pucker ... but he held still until I adjusted.

As that initial pain eased I hoarsely whispered "Now fuck me, fuck me hard"

Immediately he rammed himself home and again I gasped with the pain. But this time he did not pause. He fucked me like I asked him to fuck me ... hard. Hard and deep. Each thrust causing his balls to slam against my ass cheeks. I laid there, moving my butt up to meet his thrusts and at his deepest penetration urging him on, groaning my escalating pleasure while my hands and fingers rubbed my pecs and played with my nipples. As Aaron's climax neared he fucked me faster, rubbing my prostate mercilessly, forcing me to feel things I had never felt or at least rarely felt before. Finally, the pleasure became so intense I had to cum, I could not hold off any longer. I reached down to my hard dick and in no more than a half dozen strokes I yelled out and started shooting wad after wad of my thick white cum. The first shot rocketing over my head as Aaron pounded deep inside me. The next ones hitting my face and lips. And as my shots lessened so they were coating my chest and abdomen, my spasming hole forced Aaron over the top and he shot deep in my bowels. Again I could feel each throb of his cock as he held it still within me. Each time my asshole spasmed it milked more out of his dick and each time his dick pulsed it forced more cum to ooze out of mine into my pubes.

My legs slipped from Aaron's shoulders and he lowered himself to lay on me ... our sweat mixing with my cum making for an erotic lubricant as he moved up to rest his head on my shoulder. We were both panting, trying to catch our breaths and some of our energies. As my dick oozed out the last of my cum ... once more the shaking started. Aaron smiled and just held me tight as his now soft penis escaped my butthole. I did not have the energy left to try to keep him inside me. As his dick left me I felt some of his cum trickle out. For the first time in my life I felt like I knew what the phrase "well fucked" truly meant.

Aaron lifted his head and once again looked smilingly into my eyes. And once again we both whispered in unison ..

"WOW"

We both started laughing and I said "You know, we really have to think of something else to say besides WOW"

"Why?" Aaron retorted smilingly "I think it sums things up rather nicely. And succinctly"

"True ... but ..."

"Shut up and kiss me lover"

And once again our lips locked and we basked in the afterglow of yet another unbelievable orgasm.

Minutes ... or maybe it was hours later ... I had lost track of time ... we got out of bed and headed to the shower. Again we washed each other, slowly and intimately. As Aaron washed my back I could feel his cum escaping down my leg.

I said to him "I feel like I should douche or something. You shot gallons it seems." and then chuckled.

Aaron immediately dropped to his knees and parted my butt and started licking up the escaping cum ... once again rimming my pucker and sucking out all he had earlier deposited. When he was satisfied I was completely cleaned out ... we finished our shower ... dried each other off ... and then made our way to the living room and the coffee and breakfast trolley I had previously ordered.

I poured the coffee for both of us ... surprised the thermal jug had kept it pretty hot for the time it had been sitting there. Aaron put on one of the hotel robes again and suggested I put mine on as he made his way to the door. When I was decently attired, Aaron opened the door to the hallway and flipped the sign from Do Not Disturb to the Please Make Up Room that was on its reverse.

Aaron was not even half way back across the room than there was a knock at the door. Aaron went to answer it and, true to her word the previous day, Maria came in with her cart and vacuum with a huge smile on her face.

"You see?" she began "I told you, you put out sign and Maria be here lickety split to clean room for you"

"You certainly did Maria .. and thank you" I said

"You boys had lots of fun this morning ... Yes??"

Aaron burst out laughing while I turned a dozen shades of red.

Aaron said "Yes Maria, we really enjoyed ourselves this morning. How did you know? We you listening at the door?"

"Oh No" she said aghast that we should think such a thing of her "you boys not really quiet you know. And sound carries down the hallway"

I just kind of groaned and turned a few more shades of read. Aaron laughed again.

"I hope we did not disturb any other guests"

"No no" Maria continued "You not worry about that. You can only hear in hallway, not in other rooms. Besides there are only a few more rooms full on this floor and they not close. I only hear one person say anything. And he only says he wish he was having that much fun on his visit ... then he got on elevator."

I lit a cigarette and I swear I must have inhaled half of it on the first breath. I could not believe I or we were so vocal ... or that we were heard up and down the hallway. I don't know if I had ever been as embarrassed in my life. Maria, finally noticing how embarrassed and uncomfortable I was decided she had to say something more.

"Don't you worry Mr. Peter ... nothing to be embarrassed about. Its good. Mr. Aaron, he must give you good pleasure. That's good too. If I had Mr. Aaron in my bed I would be making big noise too. Don't worry. Enjoy. Forget every body else."

To me it was obvious that Maria had guess I was on the receiving end of what Aaron had to offer. I guess she heard all my moans and groans and pleas to "fuck me, fuck me hard" as they echoed in the corridor. Aaron was trying unsuccessfully to stifle his continued laughter ... not only caused by Maria's rather forthright conversation ... but also at how uncomfortable about the whole scenario I was.

While Aaron and I drank our coffee's and ate our selections from the breakfast trolley, Maria continued to merrily clean and vacuum the rooms, change the bedding and clean the bathrooms ... restocking the towels as she went. Every once in a while we could hear Maria commenting as she pulled the soiled sheets from the bed, and while giving the headboard a good cleaning ..."yes, lots of pleasure, gooooood pleasure" and then a little out of the character I thought I had begun to know we suddenly hear a little louder "good pleasure nothing ... great sex".

Aaron again burst out laughing ... I just felt like crawling away to a corner some place and Maria pokes her head around the corner from the bedroom ..

"Great sex ... right??"

"The best sex Maria" Aaron chuckles "The absolute best."

For some reason, I felt I owed Maria an especially large tip so I slipped her $20 as she was leaving the room. She tried to protest, but only a little when she said "No no Mr Peter ... this too much"

I told her "Go ahead and take it. If it will make you feel better I won't give you anything tomorrow" and then smiled in a way that she knew I was joking.

"Thank you Mr. Peter ... and Mr Aaron. Now remember, when you want me, just put sign on door and I'll be here" And with that, she switched the sign to Do Not Disturb as she gave us each a devilish smile and closed the door.

Aaron immediately let the "laughter dam" break and he was almost literally falling off his chair he was laughing so hard. I still was feeling so embarrassed ... but when the tears started running down Aaron's cheeks from having been laughing so hard ... I could not help but see the humour and started laughing too.

Aaron shed his robe and walked over to me, removing my robe too and then moulding his body once again to mine as we continued chuckling. The whole "Maria scenario" seemed so absurd in retrospect we could not help laughing. Yes, I realised, this man was definitely good for me. He forced me to take life and myself less seriously. Despite our rather vocal lovemaking ... there were now at least two people who wished they had what we each enjoyed. As we hugged and kissed standing there in the living room, I noticed Aaron wince a wee bit as he hugged me. I asked him about it and he admitted that he must have "over worked" an arm muscle during our last session.

Taking him by the hand, I led him into the bedroom and instructed him to lay face down on the bed ... as I went in to the bathroom to retrieve one of those free bottles of lotion the hotels always seem to provide. Returning to the bedroom I found myself held in place once more by the simple physical beauty of this man, my Adonis, my Love. Aaron had folded the comforter and top sheets all down to a sort of bolster across the end of the bed ... and he lay there on his stomach with his arms crossed on top of the makeshift bolster and his head turned towards me laying on this arms. His eyes closed and his long dark lashes could be seen so lush ... so full. Again I note his features seem far younger than his years. His straight nose leading my eyes down to his full wet lips. Not too full ... just full enough to label them as oh so kissable. The dark shadow of his unshaven face adding to the picture. My eyes caress his back, follow its muscular lines slowly down the gentle curve to the small of his back ... and then are drawn up and over his wonderfully tight slightly bubble butt. Then are drawn further over his strong thighs ... over his calves to his feet.

His voice suddenly pierced the silence ...

"I am already naked ... you don't have to undress me with your eyes" he quipped with a smile.

Again, I blush and make my way to the foot of the bed so I can more easily start massaging his shoulders. As I warmed the lotion in my hands, I bent down and placed an upside down kiss on his lips and then his nose and then I whispered in his ear ..."You are so beautiful ... you just take my breath away".

Then not waiting for a response I started a gentle massage of his sore shoulder. He voiced his approval of my untrained efforts with the occasional quiet moan. As his shoulder muscle loosened, I changed my technique to a little firmer and a little deeper. It is so easy to massage a well muscled body. You can not only feel the muscles but see how they react and move to your moving hands. I worked across his shoulder and down his one arm and massaged his palm and each of his fingers. Then I worked my hands in reverse across his back to his other shoulder and gave the same treatment to that arm, palm and fingers. As I returned to his middle back again I slowly worked up his neck and into his hairline. Every so often he was emitting his quietly moans of appreciation. Then I started working down his back. As I do so, he surprised me by suddenly taking my semi erect pecker into his mouth and softly sucking.

"Hmmmmm ... That's nice. But this is your turn. I am giving YOU a massage. You just relax and try to enjoy it."

"OH .. I am enjoying it .. believe me. I just felt a louder moan coming on so I thought I better fill my mouth with something so our sounds didn't echo in the hall again" he said with a chuckle.

I kept my hands on his middle back and moved to the side of the bed ... where I suddenly jumped on him landing with my knees on either side of his beautiful butt. My landing on him caused him to emit a quick "Oomphhhh" as I settled into place.

"Now if you want to stifle a moan or groan ... bite the blankets" I said jokingly.

I got right back into the massage ... first relaxing his muscles to the small of his back and then finishing up with long gentle strokes. While doing the longer strokes ... my still semi hard cock brushed up and down in the crack of his ass. I then moved down between his spread legs and Aaron groaned a bit.

"Was that groan because you missed my hands on your back ... or me slipping my dick between your cheeks?"

"Both" he said "but more so just losing momentary contact"

I smiled as I continued my massage of his fantastic body. I first concentrated on each hip and gave a quick massage of his buns .. and then quickly moved on to his thighs. First one leg ... slowly ... right down to his foot where I massaged and sucked each toe. Then I climbed back on the bed to begin on the other leg ... again going down until I was sucking each toe on that foot.

Once again between his legs at his ankles, I drew my hands with a very light touch up his calves and onto his inner thighs, barely touching his balls as my fingers continued onwards to start rubbing more on that area between his testicles and butt pucker. I spread my fingers across his lower butt and started to massage his tight glutes in earnest. Working my fingers up across his butthole, along his crack, pulling his cheeks slightly apart ... then spreading my hands apart at the small of his back to circle around and down each hip ... only to return and tickle and rub his rosebud again and continue on up once again forcing his butt cheeks apart only to circle on back to the start once more.

Aaron's moans and groans grew with anticipation of my fingers once again returning to tease and rub his pucker ... each pass causing him to raise his butt just a little more. The firmness I felt in his perineum told me his dick was rock hard ... and each time I lingered on his rosebud he would rub his erection on the bedsheets under him. I unexpectedly ran both hands across his balls and up under his front grazing both sides of his hard cock. He once again raised his butt to allow my hands better access ... and my face dove into that wonderful butt to toy with and tease his now pulsing asshole with my tongue. I dove in with no warning and my practiced tongue punched right through his tight orifice.

With a grunt of satisfaction he said "Yes ... oh yes ... feels so good. Don't stop"

I had no intention of stopping ... not yet anyway. While my hands stroked his cock and snuck down to carress his balls ... my tongue mercilessly punched in and out of his fantastic tasting hole. I felt possessed in my onslaught. Wanting to, needing to, give this man as much pleasure as he had given me ... as he had allowed me to experience since our meeting. Each plunge of my tongue, I felt his asshole loosen just a fraction more allowing me to deposit a bit more of my spit up there as lubricant. I dined on his ass for about 15 minutes until I pulled back, just as suddenly as I started, smacked his butt gently and told him it was time to turn over. As he turned I could see where my spittle had run down and coated his balls. His hard cock, now that Aaron was on his back, was dripping precum into his slightly indented navel.

My one hand gently cupped and stroked his balls, then moved up in a gentle feather light touch of his cock as I leaned over to suck the small pool of gather precum from his belly button. Then as my lips encircled his dick ... a whimper escaped from his lips. I ran my tongue around and around his cockhead while I sucked all the precum out of his piss slit that I could. Then I let his dick escape to once again slap against his abdomen ... and I reached up to continue the massage I was giving him.

As I stroked and kneaded his pectorals, pinched and tweaked his erected nipples and then continued massaging and stroking down across his abdomen ... his whimpers and moans and groans became more frequent, more erotic. I noticed him a few times moving his hand down to grab his throbbing meat ... but he would catch himself and move his hands back where they near his head. As I rubbed and lightly caressed around his pelvis and occassionally down further to his nut sack ... his sexual excitement grew. I avoided touching his throbbing hard fat cock as it refilled his navel and coated his abdomen wherever it landed after it raised itself with yet another pulse.

"Please" Aaron pleaded finally "please let me cum. Make me cum. I can't stand it any more"

I couldn't take any more of the teasing myself, I had to make him cum, I needed to provide him with the release as much as he needed to have it. My left hand slowly stroked over to encircle his hard cock as my right began a gentle squeezing caress of his balls which had begun to pull up tighter to his body. Keeping my left hand wrapped around the base of his thick 8 inches I pulled it up to meet my lips and tongue. Once again I savored the tantalizing taste of his precum and then took him deep into my throat ... as far as I could and adjusted my grip around his base accordingly. As I began a slow blowjob ... swirling my tongue around his cockhead and pressing occasionally just below his corona ... my index finger on my right hand found and began again to rub the rim of his pucker. His asshole was still well lubed with the saliva I deposited there ... so when my lips moved down the length of his cock once more I gently pushed my finger up his butt ... while the rest of my fingers and the palm of my hand continued to work his balls and sack.

When my finger gained entrance, Aaron's hips thrust up and towards me, burying his cock deep in my throat and at the same time allowing my finger to bury itself completely in his hot ass. I found the round nut that was his prostate and began a rapid torture of its firmness ... while my suctioning mouth began a faster pace on his hot hard cock. I don't think it was more than half a dozen strokes of my lips later that he suddenly arched completely off the bed and emitted an almost strangled yell ... and then I felt his cock throb in my throat and I almost drowned in a sudden torrent of his cum. His body relaxed into his orgasm ... spewing forth what seemed like a gallon of cum into my mouth and down my throat. And each stroke of my embedded finger caused yet another groan and another burst of cum to again fill my hungry mouth. I could not swallow it all nor swallow fast enough to keep his cum from leaking down his still pistoning dick and it started gathering around his cock root and on the fingers I kept hold of him with. As his climax subsided, I withdrew my finger from his clenching pucker ... only to have one last spurt be unleashed into my waiting mouth.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it softened completely and then I went down to clean up the cum that had escaped. Using my tongue and lips causing him to let further groans of pleasure escape his lips. For the first time since we started ... he allowed his hands to come down and grab me and pull me up to lay on him and once again ... our lips locked as his tongue hunted for remnants that might be left of his offering in my mouth. Many minutes later, I looked into his eyes, a quick pec on those luscious lips then another on his nose.

Then I said "Okay stud ... lets clean up, get dressed ... and you are going to show me some of your Dallas"

"What about you? You haven't cum. Let me take care of you first."

"Not this time" I said smilingly "I have cum so many times in the last couple days, I can afford to wait a while"

We once again entered the shower and helped each other rinse each other off and then as we shaved we would catch glimpses of each other in the mirror.

With a smile as evident in his eyes as it was on his lips, Aaron said "Do you have any more of that lotion you used for my massage?"

"Yeah ... I think there is a bit left"

"Good, I think I need to rub some in my crack and around my asshole"

"Why?"

"Well ... lets just promise each other that there will be no more butt eating until the one of us doing the diving has shaved first"

"I know what you mean, I have a little whisker burn going on down there too. But I like it, everytime I move I am reminded how I got it" I smiled.

"My whiskers must be softer than yours then. My butt feels like its on fire"

As we rinsed our faces and dried them ... I innocently commented "WUSS" and then turned to leave the bathroom. Next thing I knew I was being tackled and hoisted into the air only to land on the bed under Aaron's full weight.

"So I am a wuss am I?" he smiled

He kissed me softly a couple times on my lips as he grabbed something off the bed and put it in my hand. It was the mostly empty bottle of lotion.

"Okay, so I admit I am a wee bit of a wuss ... not rub this stuff on my butt"

I got some lotion on my hands and rubbed them together ... and as we kissed I ran my hands down his ass crack, then over and around his pucker as our lips yet again devoured each others mouths. I felt myself getting hard again and I could feel his cock quickly thickening against me.

With another quick couple kisses from his moist lips, Aaron suddenly rises and strides over to his clothes.

"Come on lover" he said "we have places to go ... things to see. Its supposed to be really warm out, so I am going to wear t-shirst, shorts and sandals."

He threw his clothes on quickly. I took a bit longer because my same type of attire was still packed away ... not knowing when I arrived if I would need them. So I found what I was going to wear ... same as Aaron .. and began to dress. I could hear Aaron on the phone but could not make out what he was saying ... just assumed he was likely phoning his office to make sure things were okay. Just as I finished buckling up my sandals, Aaron came back into the bedroom and placed five dollars on the pillow and then, as I stood up, he grabs me into a hug and quick kiss and said ...

"You look good enough to eat."

"Ummm thanks ... so do you stud. So we better go before we get sidetracked ... again" I smiled.

"Sounds good, but there is a couple things we need to do first" Aaron said as he grabbed my hand and led me into the living room.

We loaded out breakfast remains and empty coffee cups onto the trolley and moved it out to the hallway. Picked up our earlier discarded robes and threw them on the bed ... and then as we exited, Aaron flipped the card on the door to "Please Make Up Room".

When he saw my questioning look, he smiled and said "May as well come back to completely freshened up room and clean sheets and towels."

He held my hand while we waited for the elevator, and as the doors closed behind us to whisk us down to the lobby, Aaron once again drew me into a tight embrace and we shared a soft gentle kiss and hug. Too soon the doors opened to the lobby and we waved to the desk clerk who we could see broadly smiling at us and made our way to the front doors.

The conscierge met us and said "Your car will be brought up in a moment. They are just loading what you requested"

I had forgotten Aaron had brought his car to the hotel the day previous.

I turned towards Aaron, again with a question in my eyes and in response he said ...

"Its a surprise" and smiled widely with a twinkle in his eyes.

Soon his car arrived out front, a brand new Corvette convertible ... red with a black interior. Aaron held the passenger door open for me and then went around the car where the valet was holding the door open for him. As he entered the car he pressed a tip into the valets hand with a "thank you". Aaron looked across at me and chuckled a bit seeing me fumble with the seat belt. I finally got it secured and looked at Aaron. He had made no attempt to buckle his.

I said "Back home, its the law that you must wear your seat belt. It been like that for so long its automatic that I buckle up mine. I guess you don't usually use yours. But do me a favor while I am here? Please use yours when I am in the car?"

He sat there smiling at me for a moment, and then as he reached for his seat belt he said "Okay lover, but I am only doing this because you are so damned sexy."

I heard the snap of the seat belt and then we were off like a bullet. Aaron chauffeured me around Dallas in a driving tour, pointing out various points of interest, and then before I realized it we were out of the city rocketing down the highway to places unknown. Unknown to me anyways. Aaron obviously had a destination in mind and he wasn't sharing the information ... it was a surprise. It was wonderful being with him in the car with the top down. It was a really warm April day and the sun was shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky. He turned off the highway to a lesser used paved road, and then onto a very bumpy what I guessed to be a farm road ... two dirt paths with grass growing between. A sudden turn to the right and we were aimed directly at a small collection of trees. Aaron parked in the shade of the trees ... turned off the car and leaned over to give me a kiss.

"Come on. You are going to get to see what your surprise is."

I exited the car as Aaron walked around to open the small trunk. Inside there were a couple somewhat small corrugated waxed boxes. He picked one out and gave it to me to carry. He picked up a folded blanket that was under it and put that on the other box which he hefted up without a problem, balanced it while he closed the trunk and then with a "follow me" jerk of his head we walked further into the shade of the trees. Unexpectedly I began to hear the sound of gently running water and almost immediately we were standing on a small ridge overlooking a small river that had a small man made dam over which water was flowing. The river where it was dammed spread out a bit and was dead calm in the pool that was formed. We made our way down to the small sandy area by its shore. Aaron set down his box and spread the blanket and beckoned me to set down my box and take a seat on the blanket.

As I did so, Aaron set about checking to clandestinely see what each box contained and then with a flourish he began to unpack them. First came a couple plates, napkins and cutlery, a couple wine glasses and a cork screw. From the other box, he first unloaded containers holding melting ice and then ... moving from one box to the other ... he laid out cooked chicken pieces, a couple different salads, fresh rolls, butter, a totally decadent looking couple pieces of a chocolate layer cake ... and to begin our picnic ... a couple servings of Lobster Thermador.

As he uncorked the chilled white wine I asked him how and when he arranged all this. He told me thats what he was doing on the phone when I was dressing. He hadn't ordered anything specific ... just asked if a picnic lunch could be put together and placed in the car for us. He admitted he was as surprised as I was with the elegant spread set before us. We both agreed we had to track down who was responsible and make sure they got a special gratuity for their efforts.

"And the blanket?" I asked.

"Oh that ... that is mine. Its always in the car. I never know when I will want to come out here and just relax."

"So ... this is a regular place you bring your dates?" I said with a smile.

"You are the first person I have ever shared this place with. The farm is owned by a long time client of my business. I saw this place when he was showing me around one time and told me I could come back to this spot any time I wanted. I have never seen another person here."

"Its beautiful here. And the lunch ... its perfect. Thank you for sharing this with me."

With that we toasted with our wine glasses and enjoyed to coolness slipping down our throats. It was early afternoon when we arrived there .. and we both ate, taking bites as we talked. We talked on a variety of topics, some serious, some humorous ... and the minutes became hours. When the wine was done, Aaron pulled out the last item in the boxes ... a bottle of ice water. When we finished eating, we packed the remnants of our "el fresco" meal back into the boxes and continued to either sit or lay down on the blanket, just talking easily, with no purpose and sipped from our glasses of ice water. Later, as the sun was getting lower in the afternoon sky, we both stripped off and luxuriated in the coolness of the shallow pool of water. We touched often, hugged occassionally, which would lead to more sessions of gentle kisses and just holding and caressing each other. Eventually we made our way to shore and laid out on the blanket to let the setting sun and still warm breezes dry us.

Too soon, it seemed, the sun was low in the western sky, and we packed up the trunk and started back to the city. By the time we reached Dallas, it was getting close to 9PM and surprisingly we were both feeling it was time for dinner. So Aaron steered us to a cafe with an outdoor patio where we could eat. We each ordered a light meal accompanied, of course, with a beer. Not wanting to call it a night yet, after the meal we ended up going back to the bar where we first met. Unlike the first time I was there, I felt the eyes on us as we entered. Aaron sensed my tension and grabbed my hand and told me to relax. He then put his arm around my waist and guided me to an empty table and he went to the bar to grab us a couple beers. He returned quickly and sat down not across from me as he had that first night, but at about a 90 degree angle to me at the smallish table, so our legs were once again touching and he was able to hold my hand. Across the bar I could see some movement that drew my attention and 3 guys started walking towards us.

"Prepare yourself" Aaron whispered "you are about to be introduced to a few of my friends."

I relaxed considerably at that disclosure. I now recognized them as 3 of the guys Aaron had been standing with the night we met. When the 3 of them arrived at our table, Aaron and I stood and then I shook hands with each man in turn as the introductions were made. The first impression I got from all of them was ... these are good people ... and our conversation developed into an easy banter.

Aaron excused himself to go to the washroom and as soon as he was out of easy earshot, Jim, the guys sitting closest to me said ...

"I am glad you two met. You are definitely good for Aaron. We had begun to think we would ever see him happy again."

I looked from one to the other quizically. Dave, the youngest of our group who was sitting directly across from me said ...

"Didn't you know? He was in a relationship for a couple years but it ended badly about 6 months ago. It tore Aaron apart. He was in love with the guy ... turned out the guy was in love with what he felt Aaron could give him."

"No ... I didn't know" I said "I am sorry to hear he had to go through something like that."

"Well what the hell have you two been talking about for 3 days then" Marsh, short for Marshal and the third and probably oldest in the group, said with a chuckle.

"Obviously, everything else except past relationships" I said with a smile ... and had a sudden flashback to a few especially memorable moments during the last few days.

"Oh now ... I wish you would share with us what you were just thinking." said Dave

"What do you mean?" I asked

Dave continued "Any man your age who blushes like that when he is just thinking must have some juicy memories that he should be made to share"

"Ahhhhh .... no" I said "I prefer to keep some memories to myself thank you. I think I need another beer"

"I'll get it" all 3 chimed at the same time.

Marsh then continued "You just relax ... I will get the beer"

Jim then said with a chuckle "And we will let you. You have more money than us anyways. Its time you decided to spread it around"

Marsh flashed him an angry glare that didn't quite work ... he forgot to wipe the smile off his face and erase the twinkle of humor in his eyes. Off he went for the next round of beers.

Aaron came back and immediately said "Okay, what were you guys saying about me while I was gone"

Suddenly Jim and Dave looked at their beer bottles obviously uncomfortable in meeting Aaron's smiling gaze.

I broke the sudden silence by sharing "I was just regaling them with accounts of our attempts to make mad passionate whoopee these past few days." I said with a smile. Jim and Dave immediately picked up on that and started into an extended banter teasing the two of us. The temporary tension gone, Aaron willingly let it go even though he knew they must have said something to me that maybe they should not have.

Marsh returned to the table carrying 3 beers ... and tagging along behind him was the bartender who was carrying 2 more.

Marsh spoke a little too loudly "Peter, this is Paul the bartender. He forced me to bring him over here to be introduced to you. He's been drooling over you since Saturday night and hasn't talked about anything or anyone else since. Paul, roll up your tongue and shove it back in your mouth and say 'Hi' to this hunk of a man."

Blushing again, and noticing Paul doing the same, we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Then his name was called by a customer waiting at the bar and he excused himself. Aaron leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and said he loved it when I did that. I asked him ..."did what?" ... and he said with a big smile "Blush". We thanked Marsh for the beers and continued our comfortable, sometimes nonsensical, conversation ... and I was enjoying myself thoroughly in the company of Aaron's friends.

I noticed the same guy playing pool that was at the pool table knocking around the balls by himself on Saturday ... but this time he had an opponent most of the time. At one point, when he was again just playing by himself, we suddenly heard a ... bang bang ... on the wooden floor and the unmistakable sound of balls rolling across the floor. Whether by chance or design they came rolling under our table and were exiting between Jim's and my chairs. I reached down and picked them up. When I sat back up, I saw the guy making his way to our table with a smile on his face.

Upon reaching the table, he said "I think you are holding my balls in your hand." and looked straight into my eyes with a huge grin.

We all tried, rather unsuccessfully, to stifle our groans ... and Aaron piped up "Darryl ... that is just so lame" he said with a smile.

"He has your billiard balls in his hand ... and thats all he's going to have in his hand of yours if I have anything to say about it"

We all laughed and Aaron continued smilingly "Darryl ... this is Peter .. the man I love".

There was a sudden silence, a little shocked silence, from the rest of us.

Darryl reached out his hand to shake mine and as we shook he said "Pleased to meet you Peter. I meant no offense"

"None taken" I said with a smile "and I am pleased to meet you too" Then I returned the billiard balls to his open hand.

"How long are you in town for?" he asked

"Just until Saturday ... this time. But, to be honest, I have been thinking seriously about permanently relocating here."

Another silence as everyone, including Aaron, were looking at me with mouths wide open.

"Shut your mouths guys" I said "you are liable to swallow a fly or something".

Aaron looked at me "Are you serious?"

"Very serious. You know I love you too ... and I am not going to just toss that away by leaving or try a "long distance romance" which never seems to work out. You have a business here so you cannot just pack up and move to Canada with me. So ... the only solution as I see it, is for me to sell everything I have up there and move down here. Maybe open a small bar or something. That is, of course, if you would want me to move down here and explore what we have going over the longer term. See if we share the kind of love that lifetimes are built on."

"Oh God ... would I" he almost yelled "Yes ... of course ... yes."

The sudden applause of my new friends made both of us remember where we were and that we were not alone. The rest of the evening was spent laughing, drinking more beer and getting all kinds of advice from my new friends how we could best accomplish my plans for the near future. Ever mindful that we still had Aaron's car to drive back to the hotel, we moderated our beer drinking accordingly. When the bar closed in the wee hours, we hugged and kissed on the cheek everyone I had been introduced to. Then Aaron drove the relatively short distance back to the hotel .. gave the two boxes from the trunk to a bellman and asked that he return them to the kitchen and gave the keys to the valet to park the car.

We went back up to the suite, visited the washroom quickly, turned down the bed and stood there hugging and kissing gently and then more passionately until we both pleaded exhaustion and crawled beneath the covers. Again I laid on my side and Aaron wrapped his arms around me as he moulded his body to mine ... his semi hard dick snuggling itself once again into the crack of my ass. To the sound of a mutually whispered "I love you" ... we drifted off into a restful sleep.

The days passed much too quickly, making love as much as possible, eating dinners and some lunches out, but still making liberal use of Room Service. Aaron took me to museums and art galleries, we enjoyed an evening of live theatre, and we enjoyed walking through some of the city parks. The day before I was to fly home, Aaron took me into his business and introduced me as "the man he loves" to everyone. And as Aaron excused himself to tend to some phone calls, his office manager, Jim (not the Jim I met at the bar) sat with me and offered me his congratulations. He too mentioned to me that it was good to see "the old Aaron" was back again and thanked me for loving him. Although Aaron and I had spoken about his previous lover, it was obviously a topic Aaron would rather forget about, so I never pressed him for details. Jim obviously loved Aaron as a brother, and Aaron obviously trusted him without question having left his entire business in his hands this past week. I was a little surprised at their closeness, given Jim was married with a few kids and very obviously totally straight ... but then . their closeness was really no different than that I shared with the owner of the company that I worked for. I ran everything to do with the company ... and my boss trusted me implicately with everything ... and we were extremely close friends as well. So I had no reason to be surprised. When Jim asked me to exchanged telephone numbers with him, I thought it a bit strange, but I did so without question or worry.

Saturday arrived far too soon ... and it was time for me to leave for the airport. There was already a prepaid prearranged for limousine to drive me to the airport ... which Aaron wanted me to cancel and let him drive me out. But I thought it would be much easier for at least me to say good-bye at the hotel rather than at the airport. We made love that morning a few times, knowing it would at least months before we would see each other again. We expressed our undying love for each other. And I promised to start everything rolling the following Monday so I could return and open my small bar or restaurant. We hugged and kissed in the room before we went down to the lobby. After I signed the paperwork .. we shocked a few people by hugging and kissing some more. And then as I got into the limousine, we hugged and kissed and each shed a tear as we said good-bye yet again as the valet brought Aaron's car around.

It took every force of will in my being to leave Aaron standing there. I got to the airport, boarded the plane and as soon as it was at cruising altitude I went to the washroom and let the tears flow. The tears I couldn't hold back any longer. I again felt like a part of me had been ripped away ... and I was once again feeling close to what I had felt like when I arrived in Dallas. That I wasn't complete. But I reminded myself of the love I discovered ... the love I was going to return to as soon as I possibly could ... and I was able to once again move to instead of just knowing about it from thousands of miles away.

I was true to my word. That very next Monday I set the wheels in motion so I could relocate to Dallas. Unfortunately, although Dallas was more than willing to have me relocate and open a new business there ... the state of Texas did everything in their power to styme my applications to relocate. Every time I met every prerequisite they stated ... they would suddenly decide I needed to meet even more criteria. I would meet those ... and they would come up with some more. One month turned into two months and then into three. Finally, a lawyer I had engaged in Dallas to assist me told me a government contact had confessed that at that time Texas was making it almost impossible for any foreign investment to happen in the state. The "powers that be" did not want any more foreigners in the state. He then suggested maybe, if I could afford to, just sell everything I had up home and just move to Dallas and live for a year or two on my savings ... and then try again to open a business making the applications from there instead of out of country.

All this time, Aaron and I were talking on the phone almost every night, most times for hours. Each call left me anxious for the next one. Aaron was as frustrated with his state government as I was and even tried to engage his local state officials to intercede on my behalf. Their efforts had no more success than my own. So after my Dallas lawyers disclosure, I worked things out on paper and figured I could sell everything, cash in my investments, and I could live there a couple or so years and still have more than enough to start up a small business after that time. We decided I could pack my clothes and the things I definitely did not want to sell into my car and I could drive myself down ... lock, stock and barrel. My employer was fully aware of my plans and was working with me to help me meet my goals ... letting me continue working while I taught him how to take over my job when I was gone. It was going to take me another month to sell everything and to cash in the investments ... and to finish the owners training.

I was at work one day, about a week after Aaron and I decided I should do all this ... when I got a call from Jim ... Aaron's office manager. My world fell apart over those next few minutes. Jim was crying and apologizing ... but in his disjointed monologue I learned Aaron had been killed the previous night in a single car accident. He had been driving too fast down a two lane highway after dark when, they speculate, he came across something on the road and he swerved to miss it. The car ended up going head on into a tree ... and since he wasn't wearing a seat belt, he was ejected from the car suffering massive head trauma. The cops said he had died instantly.

It was as if something had reached into my soul and ripped every vestige of life from my being. I felt dead inside. I did not cry I don't think .. I don't really remember. I remember thanking Jim for the phone call and asked him to express my sympathies to everyone that knew him ... and then I hung up the phone. The owner of the company walked by my office I don't know how long afterwards ... and I was just sitting there staring into nothing ... he said my skin looked almost a grayish white. He asked me what was wrong ... what happened? Without looking at him and with absolutely no emotion in my voice, I simply said "Aaron is dead". He expressed his sympathies apparently ... but he later said I gave no reply or indication I even heard him and just kept staring seemingly unblinking. A number of minutes later he became concerned enough to call 911. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics checked me out. They asked the owner what had happened before I became unresponsive and he told them I had just learned by a phone call that the person I loved most in the world had died in a car accident. I guess I was in shock, I don't know. They loaded me into the ambulance and took me to hospital. For the next couple days apparently, all I did was stare into nothingness or I appeared to be sleeping.

Family and friends came to see me, but they do not know if I even knew they were there. I have no recollection myself from right after hanging up the phone with Jim until a couple days later when I woke up from a sleep ... my hand reaching and grasping into the air and yelling at the top of my lungs "Noooooooo .... !!!!" ... and then I started crying. I cried for so long and so hard I felt like I would never stop. Sobs wracked my body and I continued to cry even after I had no tears left to shed. I held a pillow to my chest and curled myself into a ball for hours just letting the anguish I felt flow ... not caring who saw me or what they thought. The staff at the hospital just let me lay there, hearing my tortured sobs ease, only to start anew once more. They left me totally alone, during a time I wanted nothing more to grab onto someone, anyone, to hold them close and have them tell me that it was okay to cry, to get it out of my system, that some day this pain I felt would become easier to bear. But ... no one came ... no one reached out a comforting hand or even a few encouraging words. For those seemingly endless hours ... no one came in my room ... not even to check if I wanted supper. About 7PM the owner of the company and his wife came to check on me, as they had done each evening I'd been there. Jane immediately came in, sat on the bed, took me in her arms and held me and told me all the things I needed to hear. She held me tight and kept my head on her shoulder as she hugged me and rubbed my back ... softly telling me everything was going to be alright. She held me until my body stopped shaking and each breath wasn't catching in my throat. And when I stopped my sobbing, she dampened a cloth and wiped my face ... smoothed my hair and then laid my head gently on her shoulder again to hug me again and rock me gently back and forth.

My boss in the meantime went out to the nursing station and verbally ripped pieces from everyone within earshot for having left me alone for those hours. He demanded a meal be brought to me immediately .. and now properly chastised they saw to it I got what I physically needed. The doctor assigned to me came into my room about an hour later, checked me over and told my boss, his wife and I , that I physically checked out okay and could be released the next morning but I should immediately seek out a grief counselor. I did not sleep well that night. I woke myself up countless times either yelling or crying ... but each time a nurse came into the room and asked if I was okay.

My boss was at the hospital first thing the next morning ready to take me to my home. Before we left my hospital room he took me in his arms in a firm hug and said

"I am so sorry for what you have gone through, and what you are still going to have to go through." and as he released me and stepped back, I was surprised to see tears running down his cheeks.

He continued "I found Aaron's office managers card on your desk and called him. He told me what happened to Aaron ... and I told him what had been happening with you these past few days. He understands now why you did not go to Aarons funeral. He said for me to tell you that everyone down there is praying for you. They all know how much you loved Aaron ... just as well as all your friends up here that you chose to tell about him."

"I didn't tell many friends up here. I wanted to wait until all my plans to move were etched in stone ... and then I was going to share Aaron with them all. I think now, I will keep him and my memory of him mostly to myself."

And I kept to that ... most friends never truly learning about Aaron until I submitted Part 1 of this story to Nifty and a few friends recognized my "nom du plume". I was then getting phone calls asking if this story is true. Yes ... it is true. And this telling of the story is a testament to the love we shared ... and the memory of that love which I still, these 15 years later, hold close to my heart. Aaron was the first man I loved, completely and totally. I had not loved another man before. I haven't loved another man since. And the pain of that lost love still stabs me deeply when I think of it. Maybe I am only meant to experience true love only once in my life. But I thank God for allowing me to meet Aaron. For one week I was with a man I loved and I glimpsed rapture ... and I will be forever grateful we had at least the time together we shared.

The story, I have decided, had to be told. It is time to share it with others. I contemplated changing the ending to a "fictional happily ever after" one ... but decided it best to keep my contributions to Nifty as "accurate retelling of past experiences" ... which all my stories have been thus far.

**************************************** "A love that can last forever takes but a second to come about." Cuban Proverb