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SuPReME CouRTsHiP 06 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Meanwhile, back at the pool, Aaron thought he would take a few laps, then head back to the dorm. He took longer than anticipated on account of thinking about securing any action. when he returned to campus.
Walking in the shallow end, he dove under the water, with one breath made it to the following side, the deep end. Taking a quick breath he did a failed turn around, much like and olympic diver, regardless swimming underwater until he saw the steps leading out, surfacing. In doing so, like a crocodile, slowly planked his bod towards the surface, right up to the first step, his bod touching bottom like a grounded ship.
Seeing toes of brown boots he looks up to see who the boots belonged to. "Hey," he greets the dude, seeing sheeted crotch first, then the divisions of an open shirt, a hairy bod.
"Hi. Um, I came by to do the pool?"
Horny, what he's felt for at least an hour now, Aaron would like to express his opinion of more than doing the pool, "I just got in. What about you?" Aaron gets up out of the pool directly in a straight, standing tall motion.
Pool water rushing down his bod, he purposefully pay attention to the dude's face. Things could have gone either way, the dude staring straight ahead, but to Aaron's delight, the dude went for a glimpse of the package!
"Me? I always come by late in the afternoon to clean the pool and adjust the ph if it needs it."
Hoping, Aaron replies, "Like, don't you have to wear a swimsuit to do it?"
"Not really. Besides, my employer frowns on doing a job out of uniform. I like got busted for it once already."
Aaron could tell he was younger than himself, but not by much, maybe a year, two at the most. "But your shirt is open?"
The dude looks down, saying, "I know, but if I see my boss it's not hard to button up one or two buttons."
Misunderstanding, Aaron was thinking the boss as `Tim', replying, "You're safe though. Tim is in the garage, busy with a client," not being too specific.
Calmly, the medium brown haired dude replies, "I'm not talking about Tim. I'm talking about Mr. Rapezio,who owns the landscaping company." Apparently used to it, the dude slips a hand inside his shirt, rubbing a hairy pec, like he had an annoying itch.
"Rapezio, he's not here now is he?"
"No. Tony dropped me off, but you never know when Rapezio himself might show up."
"Who's Tony?"
Showing an uneasy feeling, the pool worker says, "Tony Rapezio. Old man Rapezio is his uncle. It's a family business." Not knowing Aaron, the 19yo didn't want to divulge too much information about himself and Tony, instead, sidetracking Aaron's thinking, reaching over, extending a hand, "By the way, I'm Ari Coen."
"Aaron Levensen. Funny I've never seen you around here before? Tim and me, we're good friends."
Ari replies, "Tony and I, we're room mates at the agricultural school. He got me this job."
The way Ari was talking about Tony, he wondered more than the two being room mates and friends, but figured it would come out in its own time, "You better get going then, in case Rapezio comes back."
He was about to get out of the pool and be on his way, instead watching Ari at work, doing his job. `Water' was good cover for Aaron's busy hand. Next time Ari turned to empty 1 leaf out of the net, onto the pool apron, Aaron snuck through the water like a fast snake, catching Ari's net in his hand. Before Ari could grasp hold of the situation, he was being sucked into the pool!
"Oh my god!" Ari yelled out, falling shoulder first into the wet.
Of course, who was right there to save him?!
Who else shows up, making the rounds of the pools on his daily agenda?
It was a quandary for Ari, floating right next to Aaron, with Mr. Rapezio ready to make his appraisal of the situation. It wasn't everyday Rocco Rapezio checked every location on his map of the area in which his landscaping company services. It had to be this Friday, the 13th, Ari's misfortune to be reprimanded, "I knew better than to hire you... you young people!" the 36yo businessman, almost lost for words, confronts his teen employee. If not for Aaron in the pool with him, Rocco might not have been so `cordial'.
However, since it was Aaron who got Ari into this predicament, he felt instantly provoked by Rapezio's words of condemnation. Summoning up all is powers of gym workouts, he advances to the edge of the pool and hoists himself out. Water dripping down his bod like Niagara, he walks up to Rocco and belts him with, "What about what Ari has to say?"
Later, Aaron would confess, he didn't know where his inner feelings of this boisterous mock came from.
"Well I..." Rocco seemed to back down, along with his eyes streaming down, then up Aaron's bod, focusing on his face.
Aaron cuts him off, "You know you should get Ari's side of the story first, before making hasty decisions? Did you ever stop to think why Ari would jump in a pool with his clothes on?"
"I..."
"Well, what about it?" Aaron badgered him, a foot from Rocco's face.
It took a minute or two, for Ari to work himself to the shallow end of the pool, pat himself down a bit to allow water to escape from his threads. He figured he was `done for' anyhow, so didn't see any harm in getting out of his wet uniform. The shirt went first, but it was hard to unfasten each button with it hard. By the time he got over to where Aaron was still hammering his boss, he had finished with the last button. Upon stripping it back behind one shoulder, he had their full attention.
"Here," Aaron turns his head towards Ari, "need help with that," he didn't wait for an answer, acted.
"Thanks," Ari replies to Aaron, helping him out, turning his shirt inside out. After doing so, he faces his boss, ready for job severance, only to find him in a catatonic state of `drool', "What's with Mr. Rapezio?"
He had missed a lot of conversation, Ari's trek through the pool waters in his water-laden uniform, Aaron filling in the gaps, "Rocco," Aaron used inadvertently as means to degrade Ari's boss, "has something to say to you," said in a manner an apology was forthcoming.
"I think maybe," Rocco looks to Aaron and then back to Ari, "I've acted prematurely and," another glance to Aaron, "he tells me it is his fault you are in the pool?"
"Uh yeah," Ari looks to Aaron and then makes a little confession on his own, "but I kind of `saw' him propel himself through the water, knew he was coming towards me and... pushed the net to his hand."
Rocco should have been happy, rejoicing of Ari's plot, but deep down inside, the ridicule the muscled 21yo had, starting his nads boiling up, felt disappointment, "Oh really?" spoken in a somber manner.
Accepting full responsibility, Ari replies, "Uh, yeah, so if you're going to fire me Mr. Rapezio, you have every right to."
Aaron was proud of Ari, an honorable man, standing for what he believed was right, but Rapezio wasn't the only one who had a hardon, "Still, that does not mean piddly squat, no offense Ari, for Rocco's call of action," Aaron looks at Rocco, "and Rocco here has agreed," Aaron works a cunning tale around the conversation Ari never heard, "he should be reprimanded for not doing the right thing!"
"Huh? Did I miss something?" Ari was sure he did!
"Well yes," Rocco embellishes on his welcomed predicament, "my father, he always impressed upon my brothers and me, if we make a mistake... a man must pay for his mistake."
Thinking he' was that man, Ari conveys 2 separate ideas of thinking, 1 directed to Rocco, "Whatever happened to forgiveness'?" Then, "Um, like what's he talking about, Aaron?"
Knowing the drill, Tim always playing `top-guy' to him, Aaron boldly deals out, "Why don't we start by having you get out of those clothes?"
Still unclear, Ari replies, "Oh yeah, I suppose I should," he goes for his belt buckle.
Even though he `should' get out of his sopping wet clothes, Aaron refutes, "No, not you. You're Mr. Rapezio here!"
Ari, holding his belt in 2 pieces, says, "What?!"
Still, mind you, Ari hasn't any clue to what has transpired between Aaron and his boss.
Taking after Tim and the roleplaying recurring from time to time with Tim, or Tim and other guys, Aaron does something which Tim has done to call a guy's attention into focus, slaps Rocco across the face.
"Oh shit!" Ari says, jaw dropping, watching Mr. Rapezio feel up the side of his red face.
"Well, bitch? What're you gonna do?" Aaron replies, deep down inside a little nervous that he wasn't as convincing an actor as Tim. Yet, something weird had kicked in, a part of Aaron he never thought was possible to have or portray, a character such as Tim could be, effectively.
"Dayam!" it stunned Ari into wordlessness, his both not doing a damn thing but stand there, a palm to the side of his face, where Aaron had just walloped him.
Aaron next recalled another `Tim' move, saying as he drove his fist into Rocco's midsection, "What don't you get, bitch!"
"Ughh-h-h-h-h-h!" Rocco belched, grabbing his stomach with both hands and caving over onto his knees.
"Oh double-shit!" Ari calls out.
Turning, not to Rocco, on his knees, coughing and breathing hard, but to Ari, Aaron says, "No problem," he leans on Ari's shoulder in a lounging, bro position, "he loves the attention." Of course, it was a feeling, not something said, Aaron looking back and seeing the bulge `still' lingering.
"I don't get it. I really don't get it."
On Ari's part, it was provocation for asking Aaron what the story was, what their conversation entailed during his journey from water to dry land.
Aaron explains how Rocco's father ruled the kids, all boys, with an iron fist.
"He must've talked fast," Ari replies, "like it didn't take me that long to..."
"I know. It was like that shrink stuff, you know, when a guy has stuff bottled up inside him and the right work spoken, it's like a spark that sets a guy off. Follow me?"
"Yeah," Ari did, but wanted to follow him more, "so what's next?" he looks towards Rapezio.
Feeling in a totally dominant mood now, Aaron yells, "Hey, Rocco, why don't you grab the net and clean these leaves out of the pool," his foot nudges the leaves Ari took out of the pool, back into the pool, "while Ari and I take a dip?"
"Uh," they could tell Rocco was making up his mind, like how would this affect his business relationship with Ari, let alone the others.
Aaron could just tell, "Don't worry. Whatever goes on at Tim's place, stays at Tim's place."
Ari was loving it, mostly taken in by Aaron's actions, supported by strong', tall', muscled', incredibly good looking', "You're awesome!"
Cocking an eye, Aaron looks down to Ari's chest, "I am, am I?"
"So far," Ari says it, like... more time needed for assessment!
Still doubled over, thinking more than feeling the pangs of the sucker-punch to the gut, Aaron helps him make up his mind, "You gettin' out of those duds, Rocco or do I have to teach you another lesson?"
Right now, Ari wasn't thinking anything of Aaron's scorn, knowing from short conversation with his new college bud, Rapezio loved the `special attention', muttered with poor acting skills, "Yeah, I might come over there and teach ya a lesson, myself!" he lightly giggled, so only Aaron could hear!
Aaron smiled, knowing Ari wasn't too convincing.
However, he supposed Rocco was sure convinced, replying, "Yes, sir. I'll have these off in a minute!"
Aaron and Ari exchange looks, like proud of themselves, watching Rocco spring up from the ground, his hands all busy at unfastening his `Rapezio Lanscaping' shirt, parting it down the middle.
"Nice!"
"What?" Ari questions.
"Like me? Furry?" Aaron runs a hand up and down his moist bod, turning to Ari's slightly hairy patch, midchest, wisps of brown hair around his nips, slight stripe down to a dark bellyhole shag, "You like hairy guys, don't you?"
Sending a message, Ari says, "I'm not picky. As long as the guy you're nice... I mean the guy is nice?"
"Let me know how long it takes to find out!" Aaron turns his attention to Rocco, who has picked up the pool net, "No, no, no," Aaron grabs the net out of Rocco's hand, pushing forward, catching the handle in the bear's abs, "the pants, they come off too!"
It wasn't the impact Aaron's fist made, Rocco taking the net as it indented his hairy stomach, "My pants?"
Another `Tim' notion, Aaron replies, "If I have to take them off you, there won't be a stitch left to wear!"
"What about my pants?" Ari stands there, still holding the ends of his belt.
Turning around, walking towards Ari, Aaron turns a head back to Rocco, saying, "You got 5 minutes, bitch!"
Inches from Ari, Aaron takes hold of the belt, whipping it out from Ari's belt loops. Holding it in two hands, he says, "I heard Tim say one time, it hurts more if it's wet!"
Looking at Aaron handling his belt, "Wet? For what?"
It became apparent to Aaron, this was not one of the people in Tim's life who shared their mutual, `different' hobby. However now, it presented a quandary for him, whether to clue Ari into his little fetish, lest it scare him away. Fact of the matter, he was starting to feel early bonds of something beyond an ordinary friendship developing here, especially when there was so much to feast his eyes upon!
Before he could react, Rocco interrupts, "I did like you said?"
Yeah, Rocco had stripped down so they could see his hairy self, dark brown hair kissing his shoulders, rounding his pecs, neverending furry moss down his stomach, barely making out the deep innie, right down to his...
"What about the briefs?" Aaron's authoritative manner returns.
"The briefs? You want them off too?"
Solving his problem, Ari replies, "Not unless you want Aaron to give you a whoopin', `Rocco'!" Ari touches his belt Aaron still holds, doubled in half between both hands.
He wasn't real convincing, which made Aaron smirk.
However, enough to get Rocco moving, putting his thumbs in the elastic of his tighty-whiteys, pushing them down over his torso and unveiling his bear balls.
Aaron right away smiles, not because of the hairy pubes, the hard shaft which had unfolded and popper out, but further on down, thinking not of himself, `Man, would Tim have fun with those balls!' Instead, he turns to Ari, who has on his own dropped his pants and was out of them, "Ready?"
He was ready, Aaron loving what he saw, unconsciously licking his lips.
"All ready."
Locking eyes, again they are interrupted, "I have to continue my rounds within the hour," Rocco reports.
Taking more chances with his authority, Aaron says, "With my permission?"
"Uh," they could tell Rocco was thinking for himself, surrendering, "okay."
Using another `Tim phrase', Aaron comes back at him with, "What was that boy?" A visual threat, Aaron allows the belt to trickle down to the pavement in a single strand.
"Yes, sir!" Rocco salutes!
Ari giggles, saying to Aaron, "Sounds like you made him your slave."
Putting an idea into Ari's head, "Yeah and `you' could own him too!"
Diving into the pool, Ari follows.
Forgetting business, except for scoping out leaves, Rocco dreams of how this could work out into a fantasy he has been harboring for ages! Lost in a far out worldly dream, skimming only water, the afternoon sun reflecting off the surface seems to form into a movie screen. There Rocco is, leaning into one of the pool chairs, Ari sitting there, his lips wrapped around the 19yo's hot cock, sucking on it like it was covered in honey. Unknowingly, he moves his hips, sighs an inaudible, `Oh!' as if something nudged him in the ass. Coming to light, in his dream, it's Aaron coming up from behind. Best of both worlds, plugged at both ends, Rocco finds the net doing a worthless chore, his other hand helping him on with his sexual fantasy.
"Watch this," Aaron tells Ari, with cunning abandonment.
Like a crocodile targeting its prey, Aaron's head skims the surface. It was not a tough chore, not with Rocco paying attention to his hard shaft, getting into the throes of whatever was on his mind. Swiping the net out of the 36yo bear's hand, "What tha fuck you doing, bitch?"
"Ahk-k-k-kk-kk-k--k-k-k-ah-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ahk!" Rocco cries out after getting smashed in the balls with the net Aaron hastily grabbed from Rocco, twirling it around, slapping the rim of the net over Rocco's self-induced erection.
It was weird to Aaron, but felt `right', laughing as Rocco hopped all over the side of the pool, both hands grabbing up his junk.
Approaching Aaron's side, keeping afloat, Ari asks, "Oh, that must've hurt!" He laughs.
If he had any doubts about Ari shying away about his interest, his feelings on the subject ceased to exist, Ari floating right into his arms. All it took were a few words into Ari's ear to quell the concern, "He's still got a raging hardon. What do you think?"
His laugh was infectious, Ari losing his seriousness, giggling along, agreeing, "Yeah," spotting Rocco checking things out' to make sure things still worked'.
"Now," Aaron prompts, "say it like you're mad at somebody, mad at Rocco, tell him if he wants to touch himself, he has to ask you or me!"
Turning, Ari was stunned a second by Aaron being cute, but turning back on subject, "Really?"
"Only one way to find out, but be `stern'!"
Aaron still got a tickle, not from his cock touching Ari's ass underwater, though there was a `sensation', but of Ari's deep voice projecting.
"Hey Rocco!"
"What is it?" he looks up from holding both balls in one hand, his shaft in the other, walks over to pool's edge.
However, `Aaron' interrupts, "I don't like that tone of voice, Rocco. You are to treat Ari with the same respect you treat me... or else there will be hell to pay!"
Even though Rocco at this point would `love' to feel Aaron's wrath, he says it sweet and mellow, "Yes, Ari, what is it?"
Aaron was proud, unrehearsed without a flaw, Ari bellows out with, "First of all, it's sir' to Aaron, so it's sir' to me," and with Aaron's twist, "get it?"
Even though he looked at Ari, still his employee and Aaron as a `god', he bent, "What is it you wanted," sarcastically, "sir?"
Aaron had moved his head, so his lips were behind Ari's head, equally distant from each each, so could talk without being detected, "Be tough."
"You can't touch your cock without asking, or..." Ari sees the net lying in the water, "we're gonna punish you by hitting your balls with the net."
He expected, especially since sensing he was number 2 man, a squawk of defiance, contrary, "Yes, sir... I mean sirs."
Aaron prompts, "Now?"
"Like, now?" Ari imitates a harsh dominant, in his deep modal, play-acting voice.
From the time Aaron had gained the upper hand over Rocco, to where he became Ari's puppetmaster, he has been thinking things over, how this could really work out for Ari, not leaving himself out of the equation, "Come over here and sit down Rocco."
"Sit down?" Rocco was ready for another harsh order.
"Yeah, right here on the side of the pool. I got something I want to talk to you about," Aaron tells him.
Ideas dancing in his head, the bear follows through, slapping his ass on the concrete, with visions of Aaron saying something like wanting to play more, carry on their play, from here, today, into tomorrow and the next day. "What's up?" he asks casually, suddenly remembering, "I mean, what's up, sir?" More, "Sirs?" though he really only meant it for Aaron's ears!
"What did you say you had to do for the rest of the day?"
"Well," Rocco thinks it out on fingers, one at a time, "I've got to go check up on, Mike, Jake," speeding up, "Raul, Rohan and Juan."
The little birdy in his ear, Aaron instructs Ari, "You can go check up on them!"
Instead of confronting Rocco, Ari turns his head to Aaron, "Huh?"
Aaron does it for him, "Ari can go check up on them for you."
"Ari?" Rocco chuckles. "He can't do something like that."
"Why not?" Aaron asks. "Oh by the way, Rocco, spread your knees?"
"My knees?" Coming from Aaron, it was an instant command, followed by a quick reply, Rocco asking, "Far enough?"
It was a ploy in his little `game', Aaron responding, "Yeah, but your balls... they're all scrunched up. Lay them out where I can see them both."
Little did either of them know, Aaron's plan was working on Rocco's brain, the heart center between his legs beginning to pulse.
"Now," Aaron who had released his hold on Ari and stood almost between Rocco's thighs, hands on his knees, "where's the keys to your car?"
"My car? I have the truck."
"Truck? Car? Whatever... hold on a second." Like it's a done deal, in the bag, Aaron turns to Ari, "You better go get dried and dressed."
"Uh, yeah, but my uniform is like, soaked?"
Aaron knew his way around, "Go in the house, upstairs and the door that says `Keep The Fuck Out', go in there and find some of Tim's clothes."
Rocco giggles, "Keep the fuck out, I like that!"
"Shut up!" Aaron, instead of a face slap, gives Rocco's still hard shaft a `slap aside the head'!
"Are you sure he won't mind?"
It suddenly made Aaron think, of how he turned from being Tim's `boy', into his own masterly way of thinking. "Nah, he won't mind."
"If you say so," Ari replies.
"I really don't think," Rocco was ready to tell his true feelings about Ari assuming his responsibilities.
"I don't care what you think, other than..."
"What?" Rocco questions the look on Aaron's face.
"This could work."
"What could work?"
"Ari taking on your responsibility of checking up on the other guys and..."
"Hold on a second. Time out," Rocco makes a T with his hands, "playing around is one thing, but business matters..."
"What? You own the business?"
"Uh, yeah?"
To further Ari in the world, Aaron hits Rocco where it counts, "So, you promote Ari to a supervisory position, hire me to clean Tim's pool and then whenever you have a couple of hours of free time, you can drop by and `hang' out for a couple of hours?"
"Hang out? Like how do you mean that?"
Driving his point home, Aaron slips one of his hands from Rocco's thigh, to his hairy balls, "Just the way you're thinking it, Rocco," he gives his sac a little squeeze.
"Ooh-h-h-h-gee-e-ez!" Rocco replies, dropping his head back and squinting.
Knowing what Rocco was going through, Aaron did another `Tim', while harshly handling Rocco's balls, strokes up his cock.
"Mm-m-m-m," Rocco was experiencing a cross from pain to pleasure, almost like he could taste it, like the end stage of a sexual escapade, the taste of cream in his mouth.
Getting rough on Rocco's balls, Aaron had a flashback to having his own jewels toyed with. Tim had mentioned one time about having his balls tied to another guys, but it never took place. "Yeah, would love to tie my balls to yours and see what you're made of, Rocco!"
His massage treatment worked, perhaps the words of encouragement, Rocco returning, "My balls are yours!"
"And ass? And pecs and..."
"It's all yours," the cock and ball massage paying off.
"How do I look?" Ari butts in.
Aaron looks strangely at Ari, "Those don't look like Tim's clothes?" `Unless Tim is now adopting Bieber's style?' he thought.
"Tim's door was locked, but the other door was open," Ari replies. "I found something cool."
Rocco could care less about Ari's attire. Even now, Aaron's words had covered up the ill feelings he had for Ari, forced into hiring him because he was short handed. In a few weeks he was going to lay him off, because he didn't want any `kids' working for him, but now, "Keys to the company truck are in my pants pocket and don't wreck it!"
"Don't wreck it, sir?" Aaron softly suggests, his hand ceasing its soft massage.
Humiliation settling back in, the absence of Aaron's touching power over him removes, he says, "Uh, please don't wreck it..."
Sweetly, with false inflection, Aaron says, "Or I won't play with your balls no more?"
"What the hell," Rocco gives in, "Don't wreck it, okay sir?"
"Cool!" Ari replies, picking up Rocco's pants.
Aaron yells over, "And take some money for gas!"
"The tank's full," Rocco replies to Aaron.
"Never mind. The tank is full," he tells Ari, "but take some pizza money!"
"What?" Rocco says in a ghastly manner to Aaron.
"Oh!" Aaron yells over again, before Ari drops the pants, "Make sure you leave enough. Rocco's taking me out for dinner later."
"I'm what?"
Ari only laughs, skipping out on the scene.
"Oh-h Rocco," Aaron pouts, taking up the Italian bear's hairy globes, "I thought you liked me?"
"Like you? Like how would you mean that?" thinking upon pleasure and pain.
There was more to Aaron's agenda, a little bit of the reason why he wanted Ari to go and Rocco to stay. Moving closer, closing up the gap between Rocco's legs, his hard shaft was now poking Aaron almost between the nips, "Is that anyway to treat your new boyfriend?"
`Shock' was mildly what Rocco felt at this moment, but allows Aaron to place a hand behind his neck and bring their lips together!
Suddenly Rocco's cell phone rings. Their pause has Rocco using `ammunition' against Aaron, though he was more than turned on by the sweet affection from the 21yo, "Could be Ari?"
Could have been, or it could be somebody else, but being attached to his new bud, Aaron says, "Take it!"
It was short.
However so, Aaron got the feeling already it wasn't Ari, the way Rocco was trying to make the conversation secretive, asking after closing out his iPhone, "Was it Ari?" very well knowing the opposite.
"Uh, yeah... it was him."
"Oh really? And what was it Ari wanted?"
"Um?" Rocco guessed, the manner of interrogation, added to the look on Aaron's face, like a recipe, cooked up the perfect scenario for catching him in a lie. Already having played at the bdsm game, Rocco switches back into character, "Uh, no it wasn't Ari... um, sir?"
Before, when Rocco picked up his pants to find his phone, Aaron had hiked up out of the pool, sitting on the edge, feet dangling in the water. He smiled briefly, with Rocco's balls almost in his face. Saying, "Looks like we'll have to do something about that," he found it humorous, cinching up Rocco's balls with one hand, forming an O between balls and cock, utilizing the meaty orbs as a hand in raising himself to his feet.
"Ugh! Ak-k-k-k-k! Oh-shi-i-i-it!" Rocco clamored, yet did nothing to dissuade Aaron from stretching his balls in the counterbalance of getting to his feet!
While Rocco took his call, Aaron had thoughts about this whole developing situation, meeting Rocco under the conditions in which he did, the bear cursing Ari out. Then, out of nowhere acting as Tim would, like where did that come from? only to keep up the act, which really seemed more natural than pretend. Like `doing it all his life', whatever kicked in before never quit, Aaron saying, "That was only a sample of what I have planned for you, boy!"
As a psyched-up teenager would sum up the situation, Rocco replies, "Cool!" Then, playing his emotion down, "I mean..."
"By the way," Aaron motions Rocco to follow him towards the garage, "if it wasn't Ari on the phone, who was it?"
Rocco brushes it aside, "Oh, nobody important."
Right now, he might have assumed Tim's character, but he wasn't acting as brutal. If it were Tim, he would have by now had Rocco on his knees, after a light reprisal, by Tim's standards, a knee to the balls or a one-two to the gut.
Turning around, confronting Rocco, Aaron used words instead of fist or knee, "When I ask you a question, I expect answers!"
Hot! Rocco was thinking, disappointed a bit by not receiving some physical reprimand. Rocco's father had no patience for teenagers and if this were him instead of Aaron, a hand slap to the cheek would have had him flying! From years of this type of parental discipline, he should be hating the treatment, yet, the unknown factor of `why', he was loving it, "It was nothing. Just a guy I used to hang with."
Hands on hips, looking the part, even though Aaron would never guess, not having a mirror's reflection, looking stately, interrogated, "Who?"
The guy who called had made it clear to Rocco he wished to remain private, with the threat, if he ever got wind of Rocco opening his big mouth, the worst of all possible tortures would be inflicted upon him, `silence'. In other words, their clandestine meetings, to share mutual interests, would come to a close. Like sauteing onions, he knew he couldn't wait too long, so had to make a quick decision, explaining himself, "My guys do landscaping at the college."
"Courvis Community?" Aarons asks.
"Yeah. One day I get a call from the college, a certain professor having a gripe about one of my guys littering his car with debris, using a leaf-blower."
Aaron had seen Tim do this, though Tim had shorts on, a plot in making a guy `drool', handle your junk while talking to the guy. Sure enough, a gap occurs in Rocco's story, his eyes minding Aaron's business!
"Which professor?"
He was his own worst enemy, hopefully moving right through his story, hoping Aaron wouldn't press for a name, "Professor?" he stalled.
He hadn't realized it, how much he picked up from Tim. Sure, it was hot all those years hanging in Tim's dungeon with apparatus making his balls feel good. Nights when he was a spectator, a witness to Tim playing with 1 or 2 other willing victims, he was `moved', but also wish he were in on the play. However, it didn't go without an education, studying what made Tim the dominant male character he could be, turning on a guy without even touching him, "Tell me," Aaron keeps his hands on his hips, but walks forward in a swagger, "you only like your balls in traction, or..."
"I like it all!" Honestly, Rocco didn't think this the message Aaron was sending. He liked the hands-on ball activity, the kiss, but would this be a turning point?
Proud of himself, Rocco divulging information without even a squeeze of the balls, Aaron presses his luck, dropping his eyes from Rocco's face, like doing a quick bod scan, "This guy must be pretty important to you?"
Rocco gulped, knowing he needed to make a choice here.
As for Aaron, he already had his judgements about Rocco, knowing if the landscaper knew' another guy, as much as probably has met up with him, it had to be a relationship between the two, much like they had going now. Then, it popped into his head, the night he was hanging out' in the dungeon and Tim's meetup with a high school senior wannabe'. At the time, the high schooler had his clothes on', Tim, being fair about to the nervous guy, coaxed him, like he led Rocco on now, but with a different twist. Now with Rocco standing there in the buff, "If he's your boyfriend or more to you, I'll let you put your clothes on and walk away?"
Perhaps the two dwell on those words, standing there, gazing upon each other.
Aaron had made Rocco `hard', but it wasn't all about a hand choking the living daylights out of his balls. At 36yo, Rocco has been there before, a couple of times and now wasn't any different, except maybe his cock and balls didn't rule completely, his heart and mind kicking in?
Little did Rocco reckon, Aaron, even though his first time at falling deeply for a guy, if there was another man in Rocco's life, he was willing to put up a fight, "Well?" he steps up to the man who is roughly a generation older than himself, "What's it gonna be?" he grabs hold of Rocco's torso, butting his crotch up against the bear.
That did the trick, Rocco blurting out, "Professor Redikker. He teaches..."
"I know John," Aaron smiles, his hold still on Rocco, but throwing a tease into the pose, pressing away an inch or 2, then torpedoing him over and over.
"You know John Redikker?"
"Sure. I had to take a humanities elective. Music wasn't my bag, so I chose art. I posed once for him... in private!"
The last smack of their pubes together, Aaron didn't withdraw, a smile on his face.
By natural reaction, Rocco knew there was more to be had from Aaron's story, "Posed? In the raw?"
"In art, they call it `nude.' Yeah, I posed, but it wasn't at the college!" Along with the grin, Aaron's tongue posed at the side of his open mouth, one eye cocked!
Very provoking, Rocco fell for it, hook, line and sinker, "Oh really? And what did you two do?"
Instead of relying on his own inside knowledge, Aaron replies, "Probably not much different than you? Tied down and played with? Well, other than John having fun painting some nice flowers on my pecs and a sun around my navel? He's into painting a dude's bod, you know?"
However, Rocco reveals, "Oh, he wanted to do that too, but said he would shave me down. Trust me," Rocco says with pride, "I love all this fur and no one is ever gonna take that away from me!" He smiled, but then realizes, "Um, you like?..."
"Relax," Aaron smiles, the conversation moved to the casual, "I `love' all this fur!"
In saying, his hands move up Rocco's torso and as his lips move in for the kill, one hand moving quicker than the other, feeling up Rocco's hairy pec, digging through the moss for a `tweaker'. The other hand courses over Rocco's concave stomach, a finger digging into his deep bellyhole. "I like this!"
They part a second, down to where their pubes are cemented together, their hard barrels exposed, the college frat's digit still implanted in Rocco's hairy navel.
Rocco says of the extremely sensitive moment, "Mm-mm! You really know how to push my buttons!"
"You mean these?" Aaron starts pulverizing both `tweakers'!
His lips forming a perfect o', Rocco saying, "Oh-h-h-h-yeah! There and other' places!" he smiles.
They didn't talk much of Professor Redikker, saving the moment for themselves. With more sensual things at hand, they could compare notes later!
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
`SuPReME CouRTsHiP', may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP