Disclaimer:
After a hiatus of sorts, Aaron Levitt is back with another story! Yay! Anyway, due to personal problems, I've been unable/unwilling to write much of anything for a long time. Here is a new story from me to you. For those of you who know my style and enjoy it, you should really like this one. Like I said, though, I haven't written anything for a while, so I may be a bit rusty. For those who don't know my style, I tend to use a lot of build-up and "storyline". So, if you came on to find a story for a quick jack-off, then this probably ain't for you. However, if you want to take the time to read a beautiful tale of young love, then sit back, take a sip from your glass of wine, and enjoy!
And remember...Always stand up for what you think is right, don't listen to bullshit, no matter who is saying it, and always speak with your fists and swear a lot to be heard!
Part 8:
The next morning, David awoke and the first thing he did was look down at Aaron. Immediately, a smile came over his face, as he recalled what had happened early that morning and wondered if it was a dream or not. There was a particular taste in his mouth, though, that led him to believe that it actually happened. That made David's smile grow larger and, with a sense of smugness, he leaned over the bed and looked down at the still-sleeping Aaron.
"We did stuff with each other last night, huh?" David said down to Aaron, more in statement than in inquiry.
Aaron's eyes slowly opened and he sat up. Looking around for a few seconds, his tongue tentatively snaked out of his mouth a bit and licked his lips. With a smile, he looked up at David and nodded and giggled, "Uh huh."
David smiled back at him and then looked at the clock. It was 7:46. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, David stretched and said, "We better get ready for school. Homeroom is at 8:30."
Aaron nodded and reached over and pulled back on his jeans and sweatshirt, while David went into his closet and took out a pair of a jeans. The two boys dressed in relative silence, but when David was loading his backpack, he felt Aaron's hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a worried look the boy's face.
"David," he asked, "umm...you aren't going to tell anybody about what we did, are you?"
David shook his head adamantly, "No, of course not!"
"And we're still just...you know...friends, right?"
David nodded, smiling, "Of course! What else would we be?"
Aaron shrugged and, laughing, said, "I dunno. Like, maybe married or something."
David laughed too, "No, of course not!"
Still smiling, the two boys finished loading their backpacks and left the room. David's mother was still asleep, so they tried to remain quiet as they put on their shoes and left the house.
School was a lot different for David. He finally had a direction and a name for his feelings, so they didn't feel as weird anymore. That day, as he sat in first period, French, he thought about Aaron and got that feeling in his stomach again.
"I hope we get to sperm in each other's mouths again sometime." He thought to himself, while Madame Desjardins went about her lesson.
David was in the middle of suppressing a smile, as he did pages five through ten in his french workbook, when he heard somebody whispering his name. He turned around, to see Michael reach out his hand, a folded up piece of paper in it. David looked around to make sure nobody was looking, than took the paper and quickly turned back to his workbook.
He slowly opened the paper up and read it. It said, "Meet me outside the room after class. I want to talk to you."
Without turning around, David reached behind him and shot a quick thumbs-up to where Michael was sitting, then went back to his work.
After class, Michael walked up to him, new glasses on his face, and said, "Look, Dave...I'm really sorry about yesterday. I'm not...like...your master or something. You can be friends with whoever you want and it was really stupid of me to attack Aaron. My mom grounded me for a month for what I did."
David nodded, "It's cool."
Michael shrugged, "But...but, I mean, why do you like Aaron? I mean, isn't he, like, a know-it-all jerk, who always wears the same clothes and looks like a hippie?"
"Well, he's from California. They dress and act weird over there." David laughed.
Michael smiled back, but shrugged, "Seriously, though, Dave. Do you really like that guy or what?"
David couldn't help smiling as he thought of Aaron. Nodding, he said, " He's really a nice guy, if you actually take the time to get to know him. I want to be his friend, Michael."
Michael nodded, but smirked, "Okay, but I'm warning you. He's trouble."
David shrugged, "Maybe, but I want to be his friend."
The next two periods went by too slowly. The one right before lunch was Jewish Traditions, which David had a makeup test in. Since it was right before lunch, though, David had a lot of trouble of concentrating and, as he left the class, he was almost totally sure that he failed.
He had a bit of change left over, so, when he walked into the cafeteria after the class, he actually waited in line to buy a five dollar muffin. Taking the overpriced pastry, he found the table with Matt in it and sat down. Matt had his face in a math book, though, and, aside from a quick, "Hi, Dave." he didn't say much, so David just sat there and ate his muffin in silence.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Aaron standing above him. Aaron had a smile on his face and looked happier than David had seem him in a long time.
"Come to mall with me. I have a surprise for you."
David shrugged and stood up. "Is that a question or an order?" David laughed.
Aaron smiled, "Just shut up and come."
David shrugged as he followed Aaron through the crowd and out of the school. As they walked down the walkway of the school, Aaron turned to David and laughed, "I can't wait until the mall! Look at this..."
Aaron reached into the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out a red and white pack of Marlboros. David looked at him in dread and said, "Are those cigarettes?"
Aaron smiled, "Yup! This woman owns a store down the street and she sells them to kids all the time. I went and bought a pack at morning break and I've decided to start smoking! Isn't that great?"
David took a deep breath and said, "Aaron, smoking is really, really bad for you. It isn't great...It's really bad."
Aaron laughed, "Aw, come on! My grandmother's smoked since she was 14 and she's almost 97 now!"
David shook his head and, for some reason, felt tears well up in his eyes and flow down his cheeks.
Aaron's smile dropped. "Why are you crying?" He asked.
David stopped walking and wiped his eyes with his wrist. Swallowing hard, he sniffled and said, "I just don't want to smoke, that's all."
"But why?" Aaron exclaimed, "Almost everybody in school smokes! I'd be more popular if I did too and so would you."
David looked up at Aaron and, despite attempts to hold back his tears, it was to no avail. "Please, Aaron...I'm begging you. Please don't smoke!" David sobbed.
Aaron shook his head, "David, I paid for them, so I'll just smoke this pack and see if I like it! I might not!"
David stopped wiping his eyes and just shook his head. After a few seconds, he looked up and yelled, "Fuck you!" then turned around and ran off down the street.
"Come on, Dave! Don't act like a baby!" Aaron yelled after him, but David continued running. He didn't stop until he reached the park at the end of the street.
David's tears slowly tapered off and he stopped at the base of a small hill in the park. He wiped his eyes with his wrist and climbed up the hill and sat down at the top. The hill overlooked a housing development across the street from the park and David just gazed at it idly.
"What's wrong with me?" David thought, "Aaron can smoke if he wants to. Michael smoked about five times before he decided he didn't like it and stopped."
The thought, though, made tears come to David's eyes again. "But I don't want Aaron to smoke!" He said out loud.
He lay back against the cold grass, feeling the fall breeze cascade over his moist face, and, for the first time, began to circle a thought around his head. The feeling in his stomach, the protectiveness of Aaron, the loneliness when he wasn't around. It all seemed so weird, so new, and so unwelcome to David. His mind formed images that he couldn't decipher, like his favourite book suddenly written in Chinese, David struggled to decipher what he felt, but just couldn't. He'd never cry like he just did, if it were in front of Matt or Michael or even his own mother. Aaron's long hair filled David with intense envy, and his smile made his organs turn to goo. Even the way his stomach hung a bit over the waist of his jeans was cute to David.
"Wait." David thought, suddenly sitting up, "Did I just think something about Aaron was...was...cute?"
David suddenly had a huge revelation, as if he'd just found a Rosetta Stone for part of his brain. Those pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa that he saw in magazines had always made David feel a bit queasy, but in a good way. In the same way, almost, as Aaron did.
"Well," David pondered, "Aaron's hair is really...cute, and Aaron's eyes are really cute and Aaron's nose is cute and his lips...his teeth, his chin, his legs, his arms. Even his penis is cute. Why the heck am...."
"There you are, Dave."
David spun around, and saw Aaron climbing up the hill behind him. David turned back around and clutched his legs and against his chest.
"Go away, Aaron." David said.
Aaron stood at the top of the hill and shrugged, "I've never made somebody cry before. Why did you cry?"
David looked down at the grass between his legs and said, "I cried because I don't want you to smoke."
Aaron sighed and slowly sat down beside David. Turning to him, Aaron shrugged and said, "Dave, you have to let me try it. If I don't, it'll bug me, because everybody else is doing it and I've never even done it before."
David looked up at Aaron, tears flowing from his eyes again, and asked, "But why do you have to try it? It's bad! It says so on the package!"
Aaron pulled out the cigarette package and looked at it, then look at David's tearful face. "It says," Aaron read, "that smoking may cause lung cancer. It may cause it. I won't get it from one package."
David turned down to look at the ground, "But you might like it, so you might buy another package and then you might get lung cancer and you might die!"
Aaron laughed and said, "Why are you so worried? It won't happen for many years anyway."
David looked up at Aaron again and asked, "Do you think you'd like smoking more than you like me?"
Aaron giggled and blushed slightly, "What's that supposed to mean? You're my friend and I like you a lot."
David shrugged, still crying, "But...but I don't want to be friends with somebody who smokes."
Aaron looked at the cigarette package in his hand and asked, "So, you won't be my friend anymore, if I smoke even one?"
David took a deep breath and cried harder, "I'll still be your friend. I can't not be your friend! I...I just really don't want you to smoke, Aaron."
"But why?" Aaron said, standing up, "I just don't understand why you're being such a baby about one fucking cigarette!"
David stood up too and sighed, then said, "Aaron, I...I think you're cute."
Aaron blinked and bit his lower lip. "You...you think I'm...I'm..." He stuttered, before trailing off. Slowly, he took a step toward David and, after looking around quickly, slowly leaned his face toward David's.
David back off a step, "What are you doing?"
Aaron shrugged, "I don't know. I..I..."
Aaron reached out a finger and ran it across David's cheek, dragging about some moisture. Looking at David, smiling slightly, he dropped the package of cigarettes onto the grass. He took a step toward David and said, "I'm still going to eventually try smoking, you know."
David reached out and slowly, awkwardly, put his hand on Aaron's back. Looking into his eyes, he said, "Please don't. Please don't smoke. I won't if you won't."
Aaron reached over and put a hand on David's shoulder. "Trying one cigarette isn't smoking."
David closed his eyes and slowly leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on the corner of Aaron's soft lips. He pulled back slightly and whispered, "Even one is bad."
Aaron took a deep breath and, closing his eyes, met David's slightly pursed lips with a gentle peck. "I paid almost ten bucks for that thing." he whispered.
David leaned forward and kissed Aaron's lips more fully. Their lips parted slightly, and David could feel and taste Aaron's sour morning breath in his mouth. To him, though, it was exquisite. David moved his hands up and, with relish, stroked Aaron's long black hair, running his fingers through the straw-like strands, as they kissed more and more deeply. David's tongue soon began running up and down the braces on Aaron's teeth and delving furthur into his hot, wet mouth. Aaron panted quickly and began rubbing the crotch of his jeans against David's leg. David could feel the stiff bump of Aaron's erect penis stroking up and down his jeans-covered thigh and broke himself from Aaron's lips.
"Wha...What are you doing?" Aaron panted.
David didn't answer, but only smiled at him and quickly got down to his knees. Quickly fumbling with the zipper of Aaron's jeans, he pulled it down and, reaching inside Aaron's boxers, quickly fished out the throbbing shaft of Aaron's dick.
"Mmm..." was all Aaron had to say, as David quickly sunk his mouth on to it.
He was a little to overzealous, at first, and found himself gagging, but soon developed a more tolerable depth and began sucking and licking furiously at the stiff penis in his mouth. Aaron's hands shot down and gripped David's head firmly, as David bobbed his head quickly up and down on the shaft. Aaron intermittently jabbed his hips forward, causing David to gag slightly, until finally David's gag reflex began to weaken somewhat and he was able to take another inch into his mouth.
"Oh my God! I'm gonna shoot!" Aaron hissed.
"Mmm...grmpgh." David replied.
David reached forward and grabbed the seat of Aaron's jeans firmly, as he felt the two gentle spurts of Aaron's semen enter his mouth. He quickly swallowed it and gave the head of Aaron's penis a quick lick, before getting to his feet again.
David's jaw was sore, but he smiled at the flushed Aaron and, leaning forward, they began kissing again with almost renewed passion. Aaron's hands gripped the side of David's face, as he kissed David's lips all over.
Suddenly, David's watch beeped. The two quickly separated and David looked at his wrist. Looking up at Aaron, he said, "We have five minutes before we're late."
Aaron smiled and put his penis, which had hardened again somewhat during their second kissing bout, back into his jeans and zipped them up again, while David licked his lips and made sure their was no trace of Aaron's gift on or around his lips. Satisfied, the two of them giggled and ran down the hill and back toward Bialik.
The package of cigarettes still sat at the top of the hill, back at the park. Forgotten.