AARON'S JOURNEY
II
BY
CHRISTOPHER MANNIE
THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO E-MAILED ME ABOUT PART ONE. YES, THIS STORY IS BASED ON REAL LIFE SITUATIONS I'VE HEARD ABOUT THROUGHOUT MY LIFE
BUT THERE IS NO ONE INDIVIDUAL THAT I HAVE IN MIND IN THE WRITING OF IT. THANKS! REMEMBER, FANTASY IMITATES REALITY.
ALL THE PREVIOUS DISCLAIMERS APPLY
Aaron followed the directions the man had given him and it lead to the end of a long lane almost a mile from his home.
All afternoon he had turned over in his head the run-in he had had with the thirty some year old at the store. He could not get out of his mind the look the man gave him as he looked up at him from the ground with those big brown eyes. Why was it that he felt a tingling inside himself everytime he heard those words in his head 'Your a pretty little fagit boy!'? He hoped that he said enough in defending himself to the man, in his denial at being a fagit. But somehow he felt the man just looked right through him and new his deepest thoughts.
Yes, often he had looked at the boys at school, and secretly wanted to know more about them. He sometimes pictured a couple of his friends naked, and would, in truth, jerk off to that picture when he got home from school on his bed, or when he would lay in the hot warm tub. But he thought he hid it well, mostly because he was terrified that someone would find out and call him a 'fagit', and really mean it! Oh, the white kids at school used the word all the time, it was just a put down, but they rarely seriously meant anything by it.
Aaron looked at the lane, filled with trees on either side. Yes, the mail box matched the number. He was nervous. He not only was a stranger to him, but now out here.....and the lane.....he couldn't see a thing from the road.
Michael was excited. Ever since he had run into the kid at the antique store his head was a swirl of thoughts, possibilities, some fears, but mostly questions. Was he the one? Did he match the criteria for what he needed? Would his Dad be pleased? But more than that, would the boy and him be able to bond as he wanted. Would he be flexible, and open to his needs, and future possibilities? As soon as he got back to his home, he spoke with his Father on the phone about what had happened. 'Maybe, just maybe,' his Father said, 'he is the one we have been praying for. You will know by tonight son. Well, we'll both know won't we? I'll inform some of the brothers that you are having a vistor tonight, so we will be sending our best thoughts to you.' Well, Michael thought, I'd better get some things ready.
The lane must have been a couple of hundred yards long, but it was well tended, and actually very calming. Even though the trees created a canopy over the paved lane, the grass beside it was mowed, and soon the brown stone, two story home loomed in front of the boy. It was beautiful! Flowers, and a statue of a young nude boy graced a small fountain in the middle of a circle drive. A bright red door was obviously the main entrance up some steps and off the circle drive. Aaron dropped his bike and placed it on the grass, as he raised up to see a note on the front door.
BOY COME ON IN. This is weird. He shuffled from foot to foot. Maybe I should leave, he said to himself. No way, I have to work off that thing I broke.
Aaron turned the knob and pushed. He found himself in an entryway of sorts. But it was filled with plants and an umbrella stand. An old brass tree stand had only one jacket hanging from it. The walls were high and white. A beautiful chandalier hung suspended from the ceiling. The floor had an old dark oiled look to them, with wide planks. This man must be very rich, Aaron thought to himself. That is when he saw the next note. It was laying on a table directly in front of him. He picked it up.
BOY, GO TO YOUR LEFT, GO THROUGH THE DOUBLE DOORS AND DOWN THE HALL TO THE LIBRARY.
Oh god, Aaron thought, what is this?
As Aaron traveled down the hall he noticed pictures. But these weren't just your ordinary pictures, but paintings, very old paintings. They were of boys mostly, but some were of buildings. They looked like monasterys or churches or something.
And then Aaron heard talking. He walked into the next door to find the man he had ran into on the phone. He was smiling, and said, 'Oh, here he is now!' I'll talk to you later Dad.' Placing the phone down he turned to Aaron and said, 'I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet you at the door....by the way, what is your name?'
'Uh, Aaron. Aaron Linn.'
'Well Aaron Linn, you can call me Mr. Mannie until we know each other better, ok?'
Please set down Aaron,and I'll get you something to drink. You look hot! I think it is quite a warm day don't you? You like pop?
Michael handed the boy a can, unopened, and watched as the boy took a drink, saying 'Thanks!' He obviously was somewhat nervous and hot from the trip. Perspiring, he saw little beads of moisture on the boy's legs, and on his forehead. His hair was a dark black, mussed from the ride. Michael noticed an important signal.
The boy wore brown shorts, but for just a moment, as Aaron moved his leg, Michael saw that the boy wore no underwear! He gave a passing glance to Aaron's eyes, but there was no indication of any invitation, or intention. Perhaps the boy just didn't wear any? Or maybe he was too poor? Or maybe he chose not to wear any, just for today? All Michael knew is that the momentary glimpse of a cock head told plenty, and Michaels 'gaydar' was screaming, as it did at the store.
Michael himself was sweating. Mostly from his excitement. He sat down across from the boy, who now sat on an overstuffed couch. Michael loved this chair in which he often read or did business. But before he seated himself, he decided that now would be a good time to take off his shirt and begin his educating of Aaron. As he slipped it off he unveiled a tanned chest that was not overly buff or hard, but still was trim. But what caught Aaron's eyesight more than anything was the beautiful tattoo that lay across Mr. Mannie's chest. Aaron gazed at the picture. It was beautiful! A blue serpent that curled up his stomach from his navel and wound it's way up to his right breast, curled around and its triangular head lay over on the man's heart. It was a brilliant blue and had mixed yellows, greens, and reds. It really wasn't like any tattoo Aaron had seen before. This was more like a painting! And as Mr. Mannie moved, so did the snake. It was awesome!
Michael sat down laying his shirt over the arm of his chair, midfull of his rising erection in the process. He had no intentions of covering that fact. He leaned over to open a drawer, and the boner now took took on a serpentine look itself as it lay solidly to the left. Michael grabbed ht mound in his pants, as though he were adjusting himself, but more to send another signal to his boy. He reached for a drawer and pulled out a metal box, opened it, and fingered a cigar. Leaning back and practically laying back in the chair, with avery visible mound in his cacky pants, he lit up the cigar, and surveighed the boy, who was watching his every move.
Closing his eyes he blew out a long column of smoke and said, 'Ok Aaron, this is what we need to do...'
This is a continuing series. Part 3 next! Please E-mail me with your comments. Boy13loved@Yahoo.com