I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 6
NOTE: If sex among teens, homosexual topics, or male-male sex offends you, or if you disapprove of it, or if you are not of legal age to read such things, please stop, read no further and go elsewhere, to protect your rights and the rights of others.
This story is for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY, and in some locations, over 21 years of age. Check your State, County, and local laws before proceeding if you are 18, 19, or 20 years old.
This is a gay sex story. This story is fiction, and represents no actual persons, living or dead. The names of all the people, places, and things in this story are made up. This is not a story of dirty, smelly sex. It portrays love, and the beauty of sex, not the unsanitary kind.
This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting male high school students under 18. All of the sex in this story is between consenting males. One or more of the scenes may involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in most places, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO TRY THIS IN ANY WAY OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY. Sex acts should be in complete privacy on your own private property.
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P R E A M B L E -- N E W S T U F F , M O S T L Y
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April 29, 2000
Hi guys,
I added this section, starting with Part 4. Sort of a newsletter thing. It's mostly for new stuff, things happening in my life that might be interesting, the 'Question Of The Week,' public postings, announcements and whatever, and special thanks.
Then again, it's just me rambling, really, or whatever.
CORRECTIONS AND STUFF
Correction to Aaron's height and weight: Aaron is 5ft. 11 inches tall, and weighs 175 lbs. [Stats of Aaron and Scotty are in Part 1.]
PUBLIC POSTINGS
If you want to communicate something, for everyone to read, I'll post it here, as long as it's cool. (No personals). Be sure you tell me what nickname you want me to use, for you, or if you want no name. Remember, space is limited, so nothing way long. It could be a comment or an announcement -- whatever you want.
jordanwest19@hotmail.com Operators are on duty.
Hmmm. So far no one sent in anything to say in the public post. You guys too shy? I won't use your screen name, unless you say you want me to. I'll just say, "From a reader." OK?
A lot of guys wrote in about wanting Aaron to describe Scotty more, which is a good idea, so I'll do that. Some of you talked about my writing, in general, which is always nice. Some guys said they liked other things. Just tell me if you'd like to see any of your comments posted.
If there's something that happened in the story that hit you, talk about that. You know, like,
"The part when Aaron touched Scotty in the
shower, I thought that was ______________ ."
See? It's easy! :-) I like it when you talk about stuff like that. Or something you hoped was in the story, but didn't find it. Like, "I was hoping you'd put in ______________ ."
I really think about those, and try to do them, if I can.
THANKS
Special thanks to one reader, who came up with the idea of NOT using CAPS, anymore, for Aaron's thoughts. That was a GREAT idea! I thought that was looking kinda weird, anyway, so I am using his suggestion.
Starting with this part of the story, Part 6, all of Aaron's thoughts, will be in 'angle' brackets, like this:
Anyway, I think it looks great, now. I hope you e-mail me and tell me what you think. OK?
Special thanks to you guys who told me you wanted more of Aaron's thoughts. I'm doing that more and more. Let me know what you think.
WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH ME
I'm getting ready for finals. So, I guess you know how that is. I have a writing project due just before finals. Great timing, right? Anyway, I'm writing and studying a lot. Yes, I got good grades, so far, and I'm happy about that. I work out three times a week, and I'm thinking of taking Karate, or something, but I'm clueless. There's so many different kinds. I wish I could know more about the different ones. They all have weird names, which makes it hard. Like, Ty Kong, or Kung Foo, or whatever. I have trouble remembering stuff in English.
So anyway, you guys I promised to edit some of your writing, hang in there, I'll get there!
QUESTION OF THE WEEK
OK. This is not made up stuff or busy stuff, it's real questions I have, that I'm too lazy to look up. OK?
Believe it or not, I still have this question! Thanks to all you guys who wrote in about it, but still, I have no clue about this. No tekkies out there?
Q: "What does the, 'Scroll Lock' key do?"
I just discovered that key last week, and it's driving me nuts. So far, I found out it does NOT lock my scroll. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I would know if it DID lock my scroll. Hmmmmm.
THANKS AGAIN
Thanks to everyone who e-mailed (yessss!) me, and shared your thoughts with me. That is ALWAYS awesome.
All of you guys who wrote in for any reason, really. THANKS! I love to hear from you! Some of the things you guys write, I find, exciting. But I love to hear anything you have to say -- about the story -- or about you -- or whatever. :-)
It's so great when you write to me more than once, too!
Your e-mail response to Part 5 was GREAT!!
Don't slow down NOW! LOL. THANK YOU! Your e-mails keep me writing, you know?
So if you haven't written to me yet, what are you waiting for? I promise to answer. A real answer, I don't use 'form letters' and I don't cut and paste, unless I'm sending a quote.
I LOVED all your comments, critiques, and stuff about YOU! THANKS! And don't be shy if you spot a mistake, or have a question, or if something is confusing, OK? I like to hear about that too. :-)
Some guys wrote suggestions for me. :-) Scotty and Aaron seem to like a lot of your ideas. If I haven't used your idea yet, just wait. You never know. Even if I don't use your idea, it still makes me think. Thanks for all your suggestions. I love them.
Well, that's it, for now.
--Jordan jordanwest19@hotmail.com
I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 6 Copyright (c) April 29, 2000 by Jordan West jordanwest19@hotmail.com
The sun was shining. Even though the drapes were closed, I felt the heat through them. I was sleeping right next to the window, sweating from the warmth that was pouring through -- feeling like I was waking up in a desert. Summer was still over two months away, and I was baking, by that window. I woke up enough to feel Aaron next to me -- to smell the faint fragrance of his sweet cologne. Memories of last night with Aaron, poured in, along with the sun's heat.
Mmmmmmmm. That was a nice feeling, waking up next to Aaron -- beautiful sexy, Aaron -- gentle Aaron -- well, gentle in SOME ways, anyway. When we had sex -- when he made love to me, pounding so hard into me, and I loved it. I felt his strength -- the animal in him, and his lust. I thought the bed would break -- or my body -- at one point, last night. I got scared for a sec, but then I got lost in his love, my love, his lust, my lust. I wanted them all. I wondered if I had a bruise on my butt, where I can't see, no matter how I turn and look in the mirror -- but so what! If I had a bruise, it was a good bruise, and I would want it again. Now, lust wasn't a bad word anymore, either.
Feeling the movement of his back, hearing his slow, soft breathing -- and the feel of his back against me -- was heaven. I snuggled closer to him, and just felt his body move with his breaths.
Then I laid back down. With my eyes closed now, I saw red with pink and white flashes, and I remembered what he did to me -- I swear I could feel him touching me -- his hands on me again, and my body twitching all over. I felt full, somehow. Like, something was still in me -- down there -- behind my butt -- inside it, maybe. It was him, I guessed. I had HIM in me, but I was fuller now, even though it happened last night.
My morning hardon pushed against the sheet, and I had to pee so bad. I started to remember all the things he did, and how it felt last night, with my dick pounding with the thrusts of his long, hard penis burning into me -- burning my throbbing dick too. Every time he thrust himself into me, I thought Aaron would go right through me, he was so deep. I thought my butt could hardly stretch enough to take him, and every time he pushed into me, I thought my tight, little hardon would break, until he let my love shoot out of me, into him -- his incredible mouth -- that made love to my little Scotty, and he made love to me, body and soul, and me back to him. HIM! Oh yes! Last night! I wanted to stay and feel this forever, but I had to get up.
I watched his face, after I crawled over him, and stood there, -- so peaceful now -- cuter, maybe -- (Did I do that?), and I thought, 'Wow, I had HIM in me! Will I ever stop thinking that?' I wanted to kiss him, but I HAD to pee, and I didn't want to wake him up.
I walked to the bathroom with my little boner, bouncing and hurting. My head was a blank, except for remembering what he did to me -- we actually made love. Love! 'What day is it?' My butt was a little sore. For some reason that felt good -- I liked the idea of it -- that HE did that!
I sat down and grabbed some stuff from the shelves, to read the labels. I do that when I try to go soft. Sometimes I wonder, when I use the bathroom at a friend's house, if anyone notices the stuff on their shelves was moved around. I guess it didn't matter.
I figured out what day it was, while I was peeing.
'Oh no, it's SUNDAY.' I didn't want it to be Sunday. That meant school tomorrow, which was cool, but I would have to go home for the night. I couldn't stand to thank about that. 'How would he feel when I went home?' I knew I would feel really bad. 'What would I do?' That bothered me. I needed to talk to Aaron about that. I got horny thinking about him when we just saw each other at school or at games.
Now, I didn't know what to think, and I tried not to think about going home.
There was so much stuff I wanted to tell Aaron -- how I loved him, how it was so amazing he picked me!! I thought a lot about that. It was the coolest feeling, like I felt more important, or something. I wanted to do something special for him.
I read this article once, where this guy writes a letter to his lover, just to tell him stuff -- nothing much, really, but it was all rolled up and tied with a ribbon, and the guy loved it so much. So I figured I'd try it.
I always had my thick paper and special pen, in my knapsack -- to write stuff. I never really used it, except at a museum, once. Now I thought it would be so cool to write something to Aaron, and give it to him, like a little present. I didn't have any ribbon though, and that was the neatest part.
'Ow, that was cold.' Scotty junior was hitting porcelain. Ooops! Hard again. 'What's new?'
I saw Aaron was still sleeping when I walked into the bedroom, and I knelt down. I put my hand as close as I could to his face, without touching him. My hands felt his warmth. My dick throbbed. I didn't want to wake him up, but I wanted him awake, so bad.
I went into the kitchen, and sat to write my letter. I thought of all the things I was so happy about and I wrote them down.
As soon as I heard Aaron, I hid it all in my knapsack. He was in the bathroom. I wondered if he was hard.
I flew to the bedroom and dived under the blanket. I hoped he'd find me. I guess he wouldn't have to look hard. 'Oh God, did I close my knapsack?'
"Little dude! There you are. Hey, where'd you go?"
"Aaron! Oh, just out in the kitchen, vegin'."
He slammed on top of me and knocked the wind out of me. I didn't care because he was kissing me now. 'Oh God, I want THIS! What a way to say good morning!'
"Hey, you hungry, Scotty?"
The kiss was too short. I never even thought of food. Now I WAS hungry.
"Yeah. REALLY hungry now," I said, and Aaron gave me a funny look.
"I mean, food, right?"
Then we were both laughing.
"Oh, yeah, Aaron, that too."
"OK, OK hang on a sec. SHIT! DAMN!"
"What Aaron?" I started to panic.
"Fuck! I forgot about the deposit yesterday. Damn! And today's Sunday. Shit!"
"What?"
"The store, dad's store."
"Oh."
"Yeah, 'OH!' is right! I gotta go put the money 'n shit into the big safe, now, till Monday. Shit! At least we don't have school."
"No school Monday, you're kidding?"
"Nope. That teacher's bullshit, or whatever."
"Oh my God, I forgot all about that. YES! Yesssssss!"
"When do you have to go to do the cash thing?"
"NOW, little dude! Shit!"
Aaron was hopping into his jeans again -- the right one's this time.
"Can't we eat first?" I sounded like a kid, AGAIN!
"Tell you what, we'll have breakfast as soon as I come back OK?"
"Cool. Hey, your shirt, Aaron!"
"Got one in the car. Be back in like 20!" Aaron's voice was fading fast.
"Hey, can you drop me off at my house? Maybe in person, I can talk mom into..."
The back door slammed shut.
That was quick. Damn. Oh, well, I was sorta comfy where I was, anyway, and I wanted to finish my letter to Aaron, and I was soooooooo horny!
I took a shower first, doing my best not to get any hornier, but the water and Scotty junior liked each other too much. I really wanted to jack off, but I wanted to control myself, too. So, I thought about my letter, and was in the kitchen writing again, before long.
I finished the letter, and found a ribbon in the kitchen drawer. My lucky day. I had to read it one more time, before I put the ribbon on it.
It sounded good, so I rolled my letter up, and put the ribbon on, and put it in the bedroom, on the table. 'Oh, Scotty junior, again.' I suddenly realized I was still naked.
I was in the bedroom getting dressed when I heard the door slam again, and I knew Aaron was back.
"Anybody home?" He was so funny! Yeah, like I'm gonna GO somewhere now. Yeah, right.
"Hey I'm in here!" Just then Aaron got to the bedroom.
"Hey, Scotty."
This time I kissed HIM! I could feel Aaron getting hard.
"Easy, Scotty. Come on, we gotta eat. I thought you were hungry?"
"Yeah, OK. Aren't you horny though, I mean..." Then I saw the look Aaron gave me, with his silly smile, and then I knew.
"You wanna eat here, or go to 'Jake's?'"
"'Jake's?' You go there for BREAKFAST?"
"Sure. They got lots of neat shit there, for breakfast."
"OK. Either way. I think it's cool eating here, though."
"No sweat, little dude."
"Yeah Aaron and we can eat naked too!"
"Oh geez! Let's just eat. We'll get naked for lunch OK, After lunch too right?"
'After lunch? I was thinking after breakfast, but I didn't want to say it.' He had this grin. I gave him a BIG smile.
"Oh, yeah, I heard THAT, Aaron! No problemo!" I wondered what we were going to do after breakfast. "Hey, you got Oatmeal?"
"Yeah, but I can't make it worth a shit."
"I can make it for us!" ......mmmmm, US! I LOVED that word!
"YOU can make it? OK. Yeah, sounds good, Scotty."
"Where are your pots an stuff?"
"Under the oven, and there's some in that cabinet over the stove."
"Why is that one green, and the rest of them are wood?"
"Dad made it. Painted it. I guess he didn't care if it matched. Had a shelf there, before."
"Cool." I found a pot I could use, and got started. Aaron got out the oatmeal. "Thanks," I said. I had a smile on my face the whole time, but I just thought it was so cool, the way he handed it to me, with his little boy look. He had the cutest looks, sometimes. He was smiling like, he was surprised or something.
<Damn. Scotty was so sexy standing there. This was too much. Scotty was a good kid, really good, but shit -- now he's cookin too! Come on Scotty, show me what you can do. I was gettin a hardon, felt like a record breaker comin on. Fuck! I'm sittin here doin nada -- and he's cookin breakfast. What more could I ask for? Shit! I could get used to this, oh yeah!
Last night, damn! I thought I was gonna die just cummin, he had me so fucking hot. And there wasn't a goddamn other person I could tell, either. Shit! I was a little rough, as much as I tried not to be. I didn't think I was gonna love anybody until I was like 22. I wanted Scotty, but damn, now I loved him. Am I dreamin' or what? I hope I didn't hurt him last night.>
Aaron must've set everything up while I was cooking, because everything was set on the table, when I was done making the oatmeal.
"Wow, Aaron, I'm impressed, that looks good!"
"Just set the table." He said it with a big grin.
I couldn't resist. I had to kiss him. Aaron stood up.
It was like we both thought of kissing at the same time.
I love it when we kiss standing up.
I could feel all of him now, and our dicks were telling us something. We stood there, with our mouths all over our faces, for a long time. I could feel Aaron's body getting hotter, which made Scotty junior jump like mad.
"WHOA! DAMN! Hey, slow down Scotty. We keep doin this the we'll NEVER eat!"
I guess he was hungry.
I looked at Aaron with my best, 'Please, please, daddy,' look.
There was no doubt, he knew right away what I was up to, and we both lost it, actually rolling on the floor, laughing our asses off. We took so long, that, after a while, I forgot what I was laughing about. I thought maybe the oatmeal WOULD be cold by now. But it was still warm. Came out pretty good too.
"Not, bad, Scotty. You're somethin else, little dude."
"Better than Jake's?"
Aaron looked at me for a long time, without saying anything. It was a new look -- far away at first -- like he was thinking about something else. Then, when he came back from wherever, I saw this warm look, like he was loving what I did, like this was something special -- me cooking, and us just being together. He was looking right into my eyes.
"Way better. Can't get THIS at Jake's."
I didn't think he meant the oatmeal.
"Man I'm full. Two bowls is plenty for me! That was good, Scotty."
He had me so in a trance, I forgot he was talking.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Ohhhhhhhh YEAH, little dude, I know what THAT means!!"
It was like something turned on a switch, and all my motors were running. I don't remember getting to the bedroom. Just for a sec, I thought about the mess in the kitchen -- 'We didn't clean up this time.' Then I remembered something.
'The LETTER!'
Aaron spotted it right away.
"What's that?" he said, with a big grin -- like he knew it was for HIM.
I was grinning from ear to ear.
"It's for YOU! Why don't you look at it?"
He picked it up so carefully, like it would go off, or something, but I could see, in his face, that he was already treasuring it. My heart was beating so fast.
"This looks really nice, Scotty -- fancy or something."
Aaron slid the ribbon off, and started to read it, to himself.
"Dear Aaron my lover,
Last night was so wonderful.
I wanted to tell you all the things I feel.
I feel so good when you tell me you love me,
and more when I say I love you. I still can't
hardly believe we're lovers. I'm sorry I didn't
understand right away the things you were saying,
but I got it now! You are so cool Aaron, I
can't tell you. OK, I'll try! LOL.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AARON!
Aaron last night was so hot! I really want you
to do that again. OK?
Well, I'll tell you more later. :-)
I'm thinking like WOW all the time now.
Everything is SO WAY COOL. The only thing I'm
worried about is getting to stay over again!
The COOLEST part is that, of all the guys, you
picked me. I know you've had some hot guys. It
doesn't matter how much sex you had, Aaron. I was
thinking maybe you felt bad about that, but don't.
Please don't worry about that, OK? It's just so
cool that you picked me over them.
There's so much I want to say now, but I think I'm
running out of time.
Love, love, kisses & hugs forever,
Your lover,
Scott"
Slowly, Aaron's face fell, like something was really wrong. He was finished reading the letter. I panicked. My body filled up with concrete, and I couldn't move. My head dropped, and all I could see was the floor. Then, I forced myself to look up at him.
'What?! What could be wrong?' I felt my face blush, my heart pound, and my life was slipping away. When I looked up at Aaron, he was falling onto the bed, face down. 'OH MY GOD! What did I say in my letter?'
I stared at Aaron's back as if I expected it to talk to me, or maybe I thought he would turn around, and tell me how great my letter was. Yeah, right. I thought it was so good. He was breathing very heavy -- not crying, but, I never saw him like this, and I was a little scared.
'Was he OK?'
"Aaron, please... oh God... Aaron! What's wrong? Are you OK?"
Aaron nodded. Still not talking, though. At least he nodded, 'yes.'
'A yes! Whew! What did I expect, a "No?" If he said, "No," what would I do? Call 911?'
I felt I violated his space, somehow, by talking. My eyes got wet, and then, everything just blanked out. Like when you turn the TV off.
Nothing. That's what was in my head -- and I felt like I was just hit by a rock. I was numb.
Aaron!
'Oh, sweet lover Aaron. I don't know why you're like this now, but I'm dying, DYING -- trying to figure it out. You can't see me now, but I'm worried -- I'm scared -- and I'm loving you and wanting you to be OK -- SO MUCH! What did I say... something bad? Was I dumb, and said something to hurt you? Oh baby!'
I wasn't really crying, but my eyes stayed wet, so everything was a little blurry.
I put my hand on his back. His sweet loving back. Then my hand tingled -- a different tingle. Like all of a sudden, my hand didn't belong there. Like I was invading his private time and I should take it off, so I did. 'How can this be happening?'
I was shaking. I wanted to hug him. But something told me this wasn't the right time. I tried to be calm -- but my head was filling with red and black fog. My ears were ringing. Worse than being sad, I was going down, into some pit.
'Oh God, please, if this is a dream, wake me up, now.'
I backed away from the bed. 'What was I doing? This beautiful man, beautiful outside and inside -- more than I ever knew -- this incredible lover. Oh God, it was still like a dream, it's so like -- how did this happen to me?' But now it was ending, and I was dying, and I didn't want the dream anymore. I looked at him, flat on the bed. I wanted to see his face.
'OH NO! Are we going to break up now?'
Did my letter, that was supposed to make him so happy, ruin everything? Did my little gift make him mad? Sad?
'Let me die now, God, it's OK.'
Here was the sweetest lover in the world, with his face buried in the pillow, and I was backing away from him, like he was some vampire. Something told me I had to leave the bedroom -- that he had to be alone now -- like a voice -- not a voice I could hear, but it was something inside my head.
'Where does that come from?'
Now it was my turn to disappear. I got only as far as the hall when the tears flooded my face.
My stomach made crazy, wild noises. I flopped on the living room floor, and just cried. I don't know how long I stayed there. Then I thought of how selfish I was being. Aaron is hurting, and I'm crying, being like a baby again.
"Scotty!"
My body jumped off the floor, he scared me so bad. He had his hand on my shoulder. Then he was alongside me, on the floor.
"Scotty, baby! I'm sorry. Shit, I swear I am!"
"Aaron what's wrong?" I was sobbing worse now. "What did I say to you in my letter that did this to you? Please, tell me!"
Aaron started to get up, and I followed. Somehow I knew it was couch time.
"Scotty--"
"Aaron, please, just tell me."
"I am, baby. Just gimme a sec, I... OK, see... SHIT! I don't want to lose you."
'Lose me? Was he kidding?' I'd die before I'd let him go.
"Aaron, 'Lose me?' What are you saying. Please."
"Scotty, ...........I'm not what you think I am."
My head started to reel. 'I don't care what you are. Just don't leave me.' At least he was talking, now.
"Aaron--"
"Wait Scotty, I gotta say this right............ OK. Shit! Those girls I went out with........ I never did anything with them. I lied to the guys, made like I was gettin laid every weekend, and shit. It wasn't true. They lie too, Scotty. They ain't gettin half of what they say."
"Aaron. I didn't say anything about girls in my--"
"Hang on, Scotty, OK?"
"OK."
Aaron was upset, I could see it. I could feel it. He was shaking a little, too. I didn't like this. I didn't want to see him this way. But he was SO manly, so strong.........
"Scotty. I watched you from the day you first came to school. I tried to see where you were and what you were doing, as much as I could."
"Oh..... Aaron, I..............."
"Yeah. You never knew, did ya?"
His eyes were a little wet, I thought. I was stunned again, but it was a better stun than the last one. I had a hard time getting my mouth to do anything.
"No."
"Yeah. I figured. Scotty I'm sorry... I feel like I lied to you now... I can lie to those other guys, but, you--"
"Aaron, NO! Don't feel that way, please. All I want is--"
"OK, Scotty, wait. Fuck!"
He hugged me. I was so mixed up now, not knowing what to think.
"OK, Scotty. Those hot guys I hung around?"
"Yeah..."
"I didn't give a shit about them. I did it to see what you would do. Remember at school, you were talking to me and I was like brushing you off -- then like two seconds later, you saw me with Jeff, Bobby and Greg, out in the hall, and then you went to the boys room?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, well I was late for practice, on purpose, so none of my buds would see me with those guys. I followed you to the bathroom. Heard you crying in the stall -- I figured why you were crying was maybe because of me. I know that was bad, and I felt like shit when I heard you... I..."
Then Aaron cried.
I touched him. I tried to hold him, but, gently, he shrugged me off. I felt cold, but I guess, he had to do this his way.
Seeing him crying, gave me a funny feeling. I didn't want to see that -- see him hurting, but, I just didn't want to see him this way, too. I felt helpless.
Aaron sat up, like he just got a burst of energy, and everything in him sort of reset itself to normal. He still looked worried.
"In the letter, all the sex you think I had, I never did anything with those guys. Oh fuck, Scotty, you were so fucking proud I had all this sex and picked you -- yeah I picked you, but not that way -- Shit, I just wish..."
"Oh, AARON! I don't care, I don't care. I love you. I don't care, just hold me."
And he did. We didn't say anything for a long time. We just sat there, hugging -- frozen -- I guess we looked like statues.
"It's hard for me to say this, Scotty, but I feel so phony now."
"No, Aaron. Stop. I love you. Oh, God.... Maybe you need a coke now?"
"Yeah.......... good idea, Scotty."
We hugged for a few minutes, before we headed for the kitchen. Everything was like slow motion.
"Aaron I love you. Please don't be upset, please."
"You're somethin else, little dude. You ain't mad are ya?"
"No. I can't be mad. I mean... so this means you're a--"
Aaron put his finger on my lips.
"Sssh. It's OK, Scotty."
It was so touching, I could hardly contain myself. Then I thought, maybe he doesn't want me to say it -- doesn't want to hear that. I was starting to come out of the fog, starting to get fascinated with this -- with him -- more and more. Aaron set the Coke cans on the table. I was smiling by then. Still, in the back of my mind...
"Aaron, you really watched me and stuff? Like a stalker?"
"Shit yeah, dude, I was ready to kidnap you!"
"Oh God, REALLY?"
Sounded good to me!
"Fuck no! Shit, I wouldn't go that far, little dude! I'm yankin your chain, man. But I did watch you a lot."
'Mmmmm. Yanking my dick, maybe?'
"WOW! I had no clue."
"Anyway, ........... I didn't know if I was gay, then.... I just, .....shit, I just thought about it."
Then it hit me. What if Aaron was bi? Then he would want to go out with girls. Oh GOD.
"Aaron," I said, interrupting him, "Are you, I mean, gay now?"
"Yeah, but not then. Why were you worried?"
'Was I worried? Oh, God, what do I say now?'
"Sorta. I thought if it was me that made you gay, I could never--"
"No, Scotty........... wait ............ No..................
"Sorry you were worried, little dude, but no, you didn't....... Just hang on.... I thought maybe I was. I looked at a few guys, and Steve Warren was starting to look real good to me in the shower, and I was going nuts over you. Mostly you."
"Yeah, Steve is pretty hot."
"Steve's a body. You're a person. I was going for the whole thing."
"So, you wanted to be gay?"
"Not really. I wanted you in my gut, and I couldn't explain it to myself, why. I was thinkin, if I was gay then I could go for you, but if I wasn't, I.... I didn't want to use you, not like--"
"Oh, AARON!" It was a happy, 'Oh, Aaron,' and I just kissed him.
"That felt good, little dude, so you're OK?"
"Yeah, I'm OK." ...'Well, sorta,' I thought, but way better than a half-hour ago.
He was nervous, I was nervous, but I knew, down inside, we were both OK. So far.
"I wanted to know though. I knew I liked guys for a long time. I guess I DID want to be gay, to have you, but in another way I didn't. But I went for it. I figured if I could let a guy suck me off, then I would know."
"Went for it? So you're NOT a virgin?"
"Shit, Scotty, don't call me that, OK? No. I got two blow jobs. He blew me. That was it."
I was stunned. I couldn't think of what to say -- my head was blank, and my heart was racing. Aaron was looking right at me. I guess I looked like I wanted to know a lot more.
"It was Billy Furlokowsi, Furkolowsi -- however the fuck you say it."
Oh my God. Billy was so geeky.
"Billy? So how--"
Aaron was blushing, now. But I could tell he was pouring his guts out to me. He was chewing the lip of the Coke can now, I noticed he did that when he was tense.
"I didn't know how to do it, so, I cornered him after school, told him I think he would be good on the track team -- that I had some stuff to show him at my house, that I could talk to the coach -- you know, talk him up."
"So, he went for it?"
"Shit yeah! He acted like this was the coolest thing he ever heard. He was so fuckin excited, I had to tell him to shut up, he was makin so much goddamm noise in the hall."
"So THAT'S how Billy got on the team."
"Yeah," Aaron said, blushing more. "Little fucker ain't bad either."
"So, what'd you do?"
"Just showed him some of my trophies, that one letter from Coach Jansen, and some pics from the yearbook."
"Yeah but--"
"Hey, your droolin, little dude!" Aaron busted out laughing.
"Come on, Aaron. So what happened?"
"I just leaned against the dresser, with a nice hardon. He kept looking at it, so obvious. I told him if he wanted it, to go ahead. Shit, I made him blow me to get on the track team. I felt like an asshole. I liked getting sucked, though -- too much, I thought. I was thinkin more like I probably WAS gay, but I still wasn't sure. I didn't have any, like feelings for him, but I WAS getting off that he was a guy, and like, ........I don't know."
"No feelings at all?"
"Fuck no! I mean, I didn't hate the guy, I thought it was pretty cool he sucked my cock, you know. Then after he joined, he had the balls to ask me if I'd let him to do it again."
"Did you?"
"Yeah. Shit, felt better the second time. I got so fuckin horny just thinkin about it. After that, I knew."
"That you were gay?"
"Yeah."
"I never thought I'd be thanking Billy Furlokowski for anything, much less getting a lover."
"Me, either, little dude."
"So when was this?"
"Last time was couple of weeks ago. Then I started thinking how I could be sure about you. I mean, I seen ya lookin at me, but I hadda know for sure."
"You mean, for sure that I was gay?"
"Yeah, and that you'd do it with me. That's when I figured out how to do find out, and I did that thing in the shower, touching our abs, an shit. I was so fuckin nervous, dude."
"YOU?!! I thought I would DIE, Aaron!"
"You got a great body, Scotty! I mean HOT. Your chest, geez man! Shit, I got NO hair there! And I kept looking at your dick -- hard all the time. Shit, my juices were flowin, man."
I liked his chest just the way it was. I peeked under the table.
"Like they are now, Aaron?"
"Fuck yeah! Worse even. .....So, like...... it's no big letdown that I didn't have all that sex you thought I did?"
Nice smile he gave me. He wasn't embarrassed, though.
"Oh NO! God, no, Aaron!! .......Ummmm..... Did you jack off thinking about me, Aaron?"
"Holy shit, YEAH, little dude. I came buckets over you. I bet you did the same over me, right?"
I blushed -- really, really bad.
"Yeah."
"Cute little fucker, blushin all the time. Shit you turn me on when you do that, Scotty, you know?"
"Yeah."
He definitely had the upper hand now. And I was loving it!
"Aaron, how did you know... what to DO last night? I mean, the way you made love to me, it was--"
"Videos. Some books. I threw the books under the bed. They were out, and I was afraid you would see them."
"So THAT'S what's under the bed. I knew you put something under there."
"Huh! Good eye, Scotty! Yeah. You didn't LOOK?"
"No."
"Scotty -- not even PEEK?"
It was funny, hearing him say, 'peek.' I don't know why.
"Nope. Didn't peek. If it's private, it's private."
"Damn, little dude. Shit, you ARE something ELSE!"
"I thought it was a rope. I thought you were going to tie me up."
"Fuck, no! Why, you want me to?"
"Not, really, but, uh, maybe for fun, maybe sometime."
"No shit? Fuck! I bet I'd cum just lookin at you like that, little dude, no shit."
"Yeah. Well, maybe someday, I guess. What about Tommy Darson, I thought you were gonna kiss him in the hall one time."
"Tommy DARSON? What the fffff.... Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I was askin him a favor. Had to pull the heads on my engine. He came over and helped me. You don't think I'd lie to you, right, Scotty?"
"Oh God -- Aaron, no I believe you, I just, I mean I was --"
"He, he. I know! You're dyin for a juicy story right?"
"No, it wasn't that -- well..... yeah, but I..."
"Fuck! I'd give my left nut to have some sex to tell you about! Shit, but--"
"No, Aaron, NO! I like you as a v-- I mean, I like you this way. OK?"
"Yeah, Scotty. Way OK! You're fukin CUTE, you know that? Damn CUTE!!"
"Nah ahh, YOU, Aaron!"
"No, shithead, YOU are."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"Am NOT!"
"Are TOO!"
"Oh GOD!" I lost it! We both rolled.
That was the first time I liked being called, 'shithead.'
And then came the tickling!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Aaron, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Please, NO, STOP! STOP!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I saw his huge hardon, while he was ticking me. After a few more secs, he stopped. I wondered if it was because of his hardon.
"Aaron, I got to ask you something."
"OK, sure."
"About jacking off."
"You need lessons, or what?" Aaron laughed.
"Ha ha, No. But you can give me lessons, if you want to. I'll take em!"
We both laughed.
"Shit, I'll wear your dick out man!"
"No, don't do that it's small as it is."
"It ain't small, Scotty."
"OK. I won't argue," I said, with a huge smile.
"That's better. ...So, what do you wanna know about jacking off?"
"I mean, like, are there rules, you know, like when lovers aren't together, you know, when I'm home, and--"
"Stop. No, fuck that shit, Scotty!"
"What?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound that way, but that stuff pisses me off."
"Aaron, I'm like LOST."
"Scotty, when I get horny, and you're home, I'm gonna jack my self sore, until I see you, little dude. You go from there."
"Oh. That's it? Easy as that?"
"Yeah little dude, let's not get our heads fucked up with that shit. Keep it simple, right?"
"Well, yeah but--"
"What's the sense of getting all screwed up that way?"
"Screwed up? What do you mean Aaron?
"I read about it, heard the guys talkin about 'saving it up.' That's bullshit -- I tried it."
"Tried it?"
"Yeah. I saved it. Didn't jack off for a week. Almost went nuts. By the time I did finally do it, my head was so fucked up, it was like... I don't know... I didn't like it."
"What do you mean, Aaron? How?"
"Hurt like hell to cum, the first time, and it didn't do shit for me. So I did a double header. Fuck, it was like Chinese food, man -- an hour later I had to do it again."
"Oh, God, Aaron -- that's funny." I was dying, laughing. He smiled.
The look an Aaron's face changed so fast. And it was a look I couldn't understand.
He scooped me up, and carried me to the bedroom so fast, I got a little dizzy. 'Oh, so THAT'S it,' I thought. Sounded good to me.
"Your making me horny, little dude."
He dropped me on the bed, and I sat up right away, waiting for him to join me. I watched him go across the hall. He was in the bathroom a long time. I just closed my eyes, and looked at pictures in my mind -- of Aaron -- naked -- making love to me. 'Ohhhh.'
"Damn, you look sexy as hell, Scotty."
"Ahhh! You scared the hell out of me Aaron!"
"Again? You're too tense, little dude. You gotta loosen up!"
'Tense? Is that what I was?' I gave my hardon a squeeze. Now THAT was tense.
Then Aaron laid on the bed. I wasted no time getting on top of him, to kiss him all over. 'Tickle him, maybe? Nah.'
I felt the energy in me, and I stretched over him -- my body all tight -- perfectly rigid -- holding myself up with my arms, ready for anything. Yeah, I guess I WAS tense.
"Fuck, I thought I was athletic. Scotty, look at you -- you doin pushups over me, or what?"
That gave me a big grin. "Yeah, I guess." I raised up to a kneeling position, facing him.
Then Aaron threw something at me. It hurt when it hit my chest, and made a plopping sound when it landed on Aaron's abs. Then it rolled off Aaron, onto the bed.
I looked down at it. It was the LUBE! I looked nervously at Aaron, like, was I supposed to laugh because he was being funny?
Then, I heard squishing sounds. I guessed he must of taken some in his hand, before he threw it at me. Aaron was lubing up. Then I knew, as sure as I could be, with my head spinning and body pulsing -- wanting him so much. I looked up and saw his eyes -- burning -- almost pleading. I HAD to say SOMETHING.
"Aaron........... what..... ?"
"Go ahead, Scotty, do it. I want you to feel that. I wanna feel you. I want you to pump the shit out of me Scotty, and explode the way I did -- feel how good that feels. Just let it flow. Don't think now -- don't think about anything. Lube your dick, Let yourself go, REALLY go."
I understood him totally, but it was almost freaking me out. There was no way to not understand, and I thought this was his way of asking me to make love to him. OH MY GOD! I didn't know how to do this. But I figured my dick knew what to do, if it could do it without cumming in the first second.
"Oh God, Aaron, oh God. Yes, Aaron.... Yes, I will, I mean.... oh God, I love you!" I wasn't upset, and I wasn't loud.
I shocked myself -- my voice had like this loving sound to it, now. 'Was I learning how to love that much faster, now -- how to love him -- that it showed in my voice now, too?'
"Aaron I love you, you make me so hot, and I only want you, and now, oh God, you want me to fuck you, but I'm not sure.... Oh, man!"
<Damn. Second time he's said 'fuck.' sounds good when he says it -- not like I say it. Just sounded better when he said it.>
"Oh, yeah Scotty, I never wanted this before, but with you, it's different. I want you bad, Scotty."
Then it hit me. Holy hell, this was HIS first time, TOO.
"Aaron, wait, I didn't... I mean, stretch you, like you d--"
"All taken care of, already did it, in the bathroom."
"Oh my God, Aaron..."
I was on the spot now -- do or die, I thought. I wanted this so bad, but only in my dreams, I thought. I mean like, me and Aaron. Me the top? Yeah, right. But Aaron was laying there, so horny, just looking at me -- waiting for me -- with a little loving smile. I was thinking, 'Holy shit!'
"Aaron, then, I mean...... this is IT?"
"Oh yeah, little dude. This is it!"
"Oh God, Aaron."
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