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The usual disclaimers, folks! My work, but you are free to enjoy it to your, shall we say, fullest potential! Provided you do not edit or take credit of my little story, or if you are not a consenting adult --- if you aren't, it's a bitch but if I had to wait, so do y'all!

Well, a first attempt ... in every sense of the words....

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I guess I should explain where I stand... I'm 19 going on 20, and I, like most people my age, am in college. My difference is that I'm comfortably off. Nothing I really want to get into, but I have a house and a car and enough money to see me through school and likely set up a business, sadly all these things have been procured by the passing of my most cherished family members...

Anyway, as someone said it's better to be comfortable in misery than uncomfortable in the same environs. However, this is a story where things change. The moneys I hold have allowed me to matriculate at a very posh school here in the city, where I've met some fairly interesting people. I do declare I certainly manage to make acquaintances with the most eccentric and extreme people existing. One of my closest friends is the daughter of a "gentleman" who owns a car parts manufacturing factory in Mexico. She has been with a very wide assortment of guys we meet at clubs and stuff, to a very shocking number in the last two terms --- and yes I'm sure you all are thinking PRUDE! However, if I disclosed the actual number you'd be fairly stunned that a lady bred for "mundane luxury" could actually exert so much effort!

Now, she had a boyfriend who turned into a total creep, stalking and deep breathing phone messages and shit like that. She of course dumped him and on holidays she went home. While there she met a jock named Aaron. He was some high school basketball boy with a list of athletic accomplishments as long as my clothing receipts. Aaron was discarded to my memory as completely not my type. He was younger, wasn't in school, he had no money --- not that it matters, but it does help --- and he was seeing my best girl friend. So I forgot the information until she mentioned that she'd invited him to come live with her here in the city. No big deal except the boy was on a thirty-two hour bus trip across country to stay with a girl who has perhaps THE most fickle and short-lived relationships I've ever seen. So my relationship started with a pity for this guy I knew nothing really of. Well, he showed up on a Thursday, and just prior to his arrival I received my friend's confidence that she was beginning to have a pining for her old psycho boyfriend. I just looked kind of vacantly at her and said in my rich boy, sneer-ish act, "well, it's good you have your holiday fling coming to live with you, isn't it?" Yes I know sarcasm is the lowest form of intelligence or humor or whatever, but its just one of the many services I provide.

I agreed to walk back to her place (we live a half block away, she in a wonderful tower and I in an old brownstone studio that I rent for peanuts --- keeping the house up at home costs a fortune) to relieve some of the tension and anxiety she had. I stapled my capped pearly white smile on my face as we entered the apartment. Politeness is always crucial for first impressions.  People who think you're nice and approachable tend to be much more interesting.

She went ahead into the apartment as I shrugged out of my coat in the vestibule.  I checked my hair in the mirror and followed the voices into the living room.  Aaron was a fox!  He was 6'6", had one of those enviable natural tans.  His blonde hair was cut "too short" as I heard him say to Dee and gestured with an embarrassed blush. But the spiky do only added to that cute boyish look his countenance still retained.  Trust me though, there was nothing boyish in this guys physique.  His shoulders were wide and heavy with muscle and were not easily camouflaged in the navy polo he wore.  His legs were long and he wore a pair of jeans that were slightly too short, but they contoured his cute little bubbly ass just perfectly and alluded to a nice basket upfront.

While the couple got reacquainted I leaned up against the wall checking Aaron out.  I should describe myself.  I'm 6'3"  wavy black hair that I find impossible to deal with so I spend a lot of time and money weekly to get it chemically 'zine perfect.  I'm quite pale, but don't get the goth image ... it's more of a vampish thing.  I was wearing a fine fitted black Merino turtle neck and a very tailored pair of gray pants with a nice buckle up pair of Cole Haans.  Physically, I'm thin and long.  I have wide shoulders and a cinched waist, no hips.  I've been compared to Tuxedo Mask in that old cartoon series Sailor Moon.  Not really to my amusement.  I've a nice ass though, and a manageable 7" between my legs.  And I'm young, the best asset to good looks.

I snap out of my vacant stare as She attempts to grab my attention the second time.  "Hey!  Wake up!  Say hi."  She smiled and left the room.  I shook my head and turned my clear green-eyed gaze on Aaron and held out my hand.  He eagerly grasped it tightly.

"Hey.  It's great to meet a guy. I was afraid I'd be stuck with Dee all the time."

"Oh shut up, Aaron!"  She yelled from the kitchen.

I smiled and nodded letting him know I understood without offending my friend.  He grinned and OH!  That smile haunts me!  I'll try and describe it, but it won't turn out.  Everyone has a distinct smile.  There's those  who smile with Teeth and without.  Now those who smile with teeth are broken into two sets.  The basic bottom lip arching down towards the chin and the upper lip straight across the upper row of teeth.  Then my kind of smile.  It pulls angularly in one direction or the other, and can look fairly like a sneer, but it's sexy!  Aaron though, when he smiled his upper lip contoured upwards in a wonderful way!  I can't describe it!  Suffice to say, it's perfect.  His smile lit up his whole face.  I smile and years of practice scarcely moves a muscle.

Anyway, of course, I spent as much time as possible being amusing to get him to keep smiling.  Everyone wondered what was getting into me I wasn't usually this accommodating, no one connected it to Aaron.

That first night we went out, we all got trashed and Dee kind of described "little Aaron" to me.  I sloshed about the fridge in the guise of trying to find something to use as a chaser, of course completely involved in what she was saying.  Apparently Aaron was huuuuunnnng!  I actually think that's how you'd spell her exaggeration of the word.

We took the cranberry juice, dark rum, and shot glasses out to the living room --- I know, I know, keep in mind we're college brats.  Liquors liquor and the chaser's only for necessity after a couple of rounds.  Dee took the last chair, and I was forced to take the seat next to Aaron on the love seat and ottoman.  I reclined into the seat.  Shortly after another friend showed up and instead of letting her take the space between us he sidled over pinning his body against mine.  His entire body language leaned towards me.  It SO wasn't just my take.  He leaned his arm against the back of the sofa.  His chest pressed tightly against my shoulder blades.  The intimacy was so close.  He'd changed when we'd gotten back into an old wife -beater and baggy skater shorts.  Again, not the kind of guy I'd be into, but I was getting so turned on.  I could feel his heart beating against my back.  As the shots and the night progressed he leaned even closer into me.  Eventually the love seat was ours alone, but he didn't move away.

It was driving me berserk!  Finally, I'd had enough and said I was going.

"Are you all right to drive?"  Aaron asked, most of the others had left.  Dee'd gone to bed already.  It was just us.

I laughed softly.  "No, I'll leave the car here, and just walk back to my place," I slurred slightly.

" I think I'd be able to drive you," he said confidently.

"You're no better off then I am," I grinned.  "I'll walk, I can't afford an accident this time of the month."

He smiled, "Okay."

I turned and went towards the door yanking my coat on haphazardly, he followed me to the elevator. "Ummm, I was thinking, well...," he sighed awkwardly.  He stopped, I waited and pressed the elevator button.  I leaned against the Venetian Terrazzo that framed the elevator, and looked up at him.  "I...," He laughed nervously, then just blurted, "Wanna go to a basket ball game tomorrow?"

I raised an eyebrow.  If it was anyone else I would have SO laughed in their face, instead I realized I nodded yes.  I groaned inwardly.  "Ummm.... But you get the tickets and we'll drive out to it.  Leave a message with my service and I'll get back to you."

He beamed that wonderful smile.  "Super! I'll phone you."

The elevator pinged, I spun and walked into it.  Before the door closed he pinned it open and stepped one foot in, leaned into me and whispered good night in my right ear.  As he pulled away, stepping from the elevator and releasing the doors he trailed his lips across my cheek.  As I drew my hand up to the sensitive area he'd just grazed, the doors shut and Aaron disappeared for that night.

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The following day I was such a bundle of nerves!  I struggled through class, and virtually ran home.  I don't really run though, just rush.  I can still here my grandmothers long matrician drawl saying that it was indecent for people to run.  She was right, people running look ridiculous, she was wrong though to tell an eight year old that.  Anyway, I got back and raced to the phone.  That little red button flashing was the best thing I'd ever seen.  The message gave me all the details, but nothing else and I was wondering if what happened last night was just imagined, or perhaps a mistake.

I phoned anyway, Dee picked up, "Hello?"

"Afternoon, it's me," I drawled, "can I steal Aaron for a minute."

"I declare, everyone likes Aaron more then me!" She pouted.  "Just a second, I'll get him."

I waited for a few seconds.  He came on quickly, "I'm glad you phoned."  He sounded relieved, and I knew I'd not imagined the entire thing.  "I'm really looking forward to tonight."

I snapped back into reality. "I am too," I smiled into the receiver.  "Do you want to meet me here?"

"I'd love too, should I bring anything?"

"No, I've got everything we'll need," I grimaced, how desperate does that sound.  "I mean we'll probably just go from here ASAP."

"Great.  See you in a bit!"

I raced out to the car and downtown.  Got my hair done, then raced through Holt's grabbing something to wear tonight, ignoring the cost for a change.  I got back to the apartment and managed to get arranged just as the call from the concierge came through.  I buzzed Aaron up.  I checked myself in the mirror, quickly gargled some Scope, and splashed on some Platinum.  The knock on the door.  I immediately felt anxious.  I grabbed the car keys, and opened the door.

Aaron stood there, but before I could take him fully in he'd turned me back into the apartment.  He shut the door behind me and he pinned my against the partition by the door.  He again ran his soft squarish lips across my cheek, when getting no resistance he trailed his tongue across my pale skin, down my neck.  I placed either of my hands above his waist.  Comfortably resting them on the firm flesh of his abdomen and sides.

He pulled back for a moment and I opened my eyes.  I met his blue gaze.  "Can I kiss you?"

I wet my lips and sighed, closing my eyes again.  He took the initiative and flicked his tongue over my lips ever so slightly.  His face immediately before mine.  I parted my lips slightly and exhaled quietly.

"Open you eyes," he muttered.

I opened them lustily.  I'd never really even kissed before, and I was positively trembling with anticipation.  For all my worldly facade I was for all intents and purposes a virgin.  He moved closer, I was drawn into that blue gaze.  He slipped just the tip of his tongue into my pliable lips, I parted my mouth slightly more and he pushed his lips more firmly against mine.  I hesitantly ran the tip of my tongue softly along our bottom lips.  He pressed firmer against my lips, urging my exploration further.  As I slipped my tongue further his tongue flicked across mine playfully.  In seconds he slowly began massaging my tongue as we both took in the sensory moment.

He smelt of shampoo and Gillette shaving cream.  Simple clean smells.  I'd wrapped my arms about his taut waist, his fingers had carefully slipped through my waves and were now resting at the sides of my head, his palms following the line of my jaw.  He finished our first kiss, pulling his hands away one hand remaining, lightly holding my chin.  As he pulled his lips away I instinctively pulled my lips closed on his bottom lip.  Nibbling for more.  As we drew apart I was aware of a strand of saliva snapping between our lips and falling.  I pulled one hand away from it's resting place at the small of his back to brush against the nakedness of my lips.  I breathed heavily, as did he.  Our upper bodies were distant, but our hips were inches apart.

His left leg was nestled between my legs, and it was then I became aware of our hardons pressed against each others leg.

He leaned back in, and rested his head on my shoulder.  I embraced him about the neck.  I sighed contentedly.

"Do you still want to go out?"  I felt the race of his heart against my own ribcage.

"Not especially," I smiled, running my fingertips nimbly along the fine hairs on the back of his neck, feeling the tiny goose pimples spring up at my touch.  I put my palm against them to relieve him of the chill.

He pulled back, completely.  "Are you going to show me your apartment, or are we just going to stand in the front door?"

I smiled, brushing the excess moisture from my lips.  "Of course," I gestured for him to enter around the corner.

He stepped in.  As I said before, the apartment is one large studio.  It's very minimally decorated, with the exception of one thing.  I took only one piece of furniture from my home, and it loomed up in front of us.  It was my grandparents bed.  Custom made in the twenties somewhere in Germany, it lay eight feet wide and seven feet long.  It was canopied and from floor to valance was just a little under twelve feet.

"Wow.  That's a real bed."

I nodded, regarding it really for the first time.  It loomed above us adding to the tension of the moment.  I felt I should say something but I couldn't think of the words.  Instead I took his hand, and pulling the palm to my lips I kissed his fingertips, then slowly ran the tip of my tongue across his palm, lapping at his clean, slightly salty flesh.  I looked up at him, he stroked the back of his hand across my cheek.  He leaned in and kissed me again on the lips this time running his tongue along the face of my teeth.  He pulled back and looked into my drowsy gaze.

"I've wanted to run my teeth along those pearls since I first saw you."

I smiled, more naturally.  He grinned, that wonderful upper lip arcing upwards ever so slightly.  I traced that curve lightly several times with the tips of my fingers.  His breathing increased, and I nibbled on that upper lip, creating more smiles for us both.

He took both my hands and backed towards the bed.  He misjudged the distance and bumped against the tall edge and fell backwards onto the down mattress, pulling me on top of him.  Our gazes meeting as we both laughed.  I was now very aware of his jock prick, hard and pressed against my right thigh, and my own semi-hardon, trailing down the leg of my pants, pressed against his own member.

I smiled again at him.  He took the initiative and pulled my head back towards his lips, briefly he parted my own lips and caressed me.  He then trailed down side of my neck licking and kissing until he came to the collar of my sweater.  I pushed myself off of him.

I stood a foot or two back from the bed, still straddling one of his jean clad, well developed legs.  I pulled the pale blue, tailored cashmere over my hair, tousling it ever so slightly.  I next removed the black leather belt cinched about my narrow waist.  Aaron sat at the edge of the bed and, taking my hands,  pulled me closer.  His hands were big, sinewy, fine white lines from old childhood scars scrubbed across his knuckles and a dusting of his blonde hair across the back of his hands.

He moved his hands across my shoulders rubbing my pale almost translucent skin.  He slipped his hands down around my collarbone  across my natural pecs, lightly toying with with my pink, nickel sized nipples.  My nubs hardened at his touch.  I leaned my head back and exhaled.  His hands traced across my chest hair, across my ribs and to my abdomen, just faintly implying a six pack.

His touch broke away.  He stood in front of me, paused, then kissed me.  He spun us around and sat me on the bed.  He smiled again, trying to be suave, but only managing to look completely innocent.  He crossed his arms and grabbed the front of the hem of his shirt and in one smooth move pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it inside out on the floor behind him.

He was perfect!  He had perfectly developed pecs that had a very sexy cut to them that left a shadow across the upper part of his torso only accentuating his development.  I sighed.  My eyes trailed down to his definitely chiseled abs.  He'd mentioned he was avid at sit ups and push ups.  His upper arms weren't flexed but the clear line of soft ball sized lumps were very evident nonetheless.  He was beautiful.  He then dropped his pants.  I grinned.  He wore small tighty whiteys.  Even though they were beyond his age, there was nothing childish here.  His mushroom shaped cock head poked out of the top of the low rising band, leaking slightly down the front of his shorts.

Quickly his hands shot around and the shorts were yanked down and kicked aside.  He was gorgeous.  He had turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of his well exercised glutes.  His  eight inch erection bobbed in front of him.  He wasn't smiling anymore, he was looking fairly hesitant.  I stood and stepped the few feet towards his naked body.  I caressed his beautiful hairless tanned chest.  I looked as deep into his eyes, I nibbled his earlobe.  I leaned my head back taking in his face, and still found anticipation.  I kissed him on the lips, just shortly.  Several times, until he started smiling again.

He reached to the buttons of my wool pants and in one sweep undid the buttons. He slipped his hands around to the small of my back and slipped his hands between my pants and Calvin's  He kneaded my bubble butt with his big palms as I sucked on the flesh of his neck.  He pushed my pants over my ass and down to  the floor.  I disattached myself from his neck and stepped out of the legs of my pants.  As I sat on the bed I dropped my boxer briefs to my ankles.  He stood above me, looking at my now very swollen knob leaking long stringy pre cum onto the parquet.

His lean body knelt in front of me, and he put a hand on each side of my hairy thighs.  He looked up through his eyelashes, then down at my slobbering dick head.

"Aaron," I muttered as he massaged my legs gently, "I've never dome anything like this before..."

"That's okay,"  he leaned down and nudged at the side of my low ball sack.

I exhaled and took each side of his beautiful smooth face.  "No, you don't understand ... Aaron.  I'm a virgin.  I've never been with a guy ... or a girl ... before..."

He looked lustily up at me and grinned, "I don't believe it."

"No, It's true."

He took a more serious look, "Honestly?"

I nodded.

"Would you let me be your first?"

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.  He smiled again then in a clean sweep licked the sensitive bottom of my cock from the root to the tip.  I shuddered at the wet touch of his red tongue.  He then slowly put the first three inches of my cock into his hot wet mouth, but quickly pulled off.  "Let's do this right."

I struggled to bite back my confusion.  He smiled. "This arches up," he said stroking my hardon.  "I want to get as much of it as possible.  Lie back on the bed."

I slid back onto the Damask duvet and rested my head on the sham.  Aaron sidled up beside me and stroked my chest, kissing me firmly on the lips sucking on my tongue as I slid it into his hot mouth.  He leaned forward, bent at the waist, knees bent beside my shoulders, his ass bobbing cutely beside my head.  He took turned his head to the side and again put his hot mouth on my cock.  He sealed so tightly  around the base of my head, tighter than anything I'd ever felt.  Pushing his tongue against the front of his mouth he lapped at the bottom of my mushroom head, pre cum and saliva all mixing together behind that perfect smile.  I was in sheer ecstasy.

Then he really pressed his tongue against the base of my cock and started to pull up and down the first three inches.  This continued, stroke after wet stroke with his tight lips.  He tightly pulled off  the tip of my cock, a strand of pre-jizz following his lips.  "I want you to put your palm on my neck."

I panted, "What?"

He reached back and very lightly pulled my hand from it's tight grasp on the duvet.  He then place my palm on his neck.  The center of my hand just over his hard adams apple.

"Just let it rest there."  That said, he aligned his jaws and mouth with his neck.  He again sealed at the base of my head than he fairly quickly, in three jerks pressed my entire length into his throat.  His lips had curled about his teeth to accommodate the girth of the base of my prick and his nose was buried in the bush on my balls.  What was best  I could feel under the skin of his tanned neck and the trace of his pulse, my member throbbing in his esophagus.  I gasped.  He held the pose for about thirty seconds, pulled back half way breathing through his nose not to break his seal, then dived up and down my cock.  I could feel my dick tearing down his throat as he deep throated me, I could feel the sensation in my cock, in my fingertips beneath his stretched skin.

"Aaron, I'm ...  I'm gonna cum...,"  I panted and gasped like a bitch in heat.

As soon as we both felt my balls start to churn there juice and fill my pisser, he pulled up to the cock head.  I shot in his mouth.  Seven or Eight times.  The best orgasm I'd ever had to that point.  As I came back to I was aware of Aaron milking the last drops from my slowly softening meat.  Also he had two fingers up my ass pressing against my prostate, pushing those last few drops.

When I could really breathe, I said, "Oh! Aaron...."  (I know pretty cliché, but hey, a fella can't be all wit 24/7)

He turned and in earnest  kissed me fully on the lips, pumping my own cum mixed with his saliva into my parched mouth.  I was so surprised, but his tongue eventually numbed the shock, and in minutes we were wrestling again on the bed.  He'd straddled my stomach and hips.  When he finally pulled off my lips.  He rolled off and lay beside me.  I recovered my breathing completely, then whispered into the dusk, "Aaron, I want to take you up the ass."

I felt him smiling, then his body moved swiftly down to the end of the bed.  "Do you have any kind of lubricant?" He asked doubtfully.

I licked the front of my teeth, motioning for a natural lube.  He grinned, And walked round the side of the bed where I turned and sat.  I very quickly pulled as much of his still dripping hardon into my mouth, using as much spit to wet his shaft.  He groaned slightly.  "That's enough," he said as I attempted to pull more into my mouth, increasing the suction.

I pulled off.  "How do we..."

"Lie back and put your legs up on my shoulders."  He smoothly maneuvered this, and pressed his hot tip at my ass crack.  "This'll hurt the first time...,"  he looked a little worried, "... I know."

I smiled, "Aaron, I want you in me."

He leaned over and as he kissed me, applied the pressure of his shoulders into my legs, guided his thick well-lubed cock head into my asshole.  It hurt.  I opened my eyes wide.  He pulled off my lips momentarily.  "I'll just let it rest there for a minute until you get used to it."  When he began kissing me again he slid inch by inch, pausing momentarily, until I felt his fuzzy nuts slap against my backside. "Oh, you're so tight," he groaned.  "And warm, and perfect."  He pulled out almost to his head and then pushed back down into my ass.

"I feel so," I breathed, "...so full."

He kissed me hard on the lips.  He pulled his lips off mine as his hips began to thrust quickly into my pucker.  He nibbled on my earlobe, biting and chewing, his breathing filling my ears.  His words almost incoherent from lust, "So tight ... Pumping ... hot ... Oh, my ... my ... You're my chico."

He came.  I felt his dick swell even more and warm fluid pulse through his cock and push into my guts.  He leaned down into me until he softened enough to pull his slick cock out of my leaking ass.  He rolled over beside me.  I turned and pulled myself closely against his frame.  He wrapped his arm around me pulling me even closer and kissed me hard, his panting slowing.  I nuzzled against his chest and listened to his slowing heartbeat and the calming of his breath.

I fell asleep...
 

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I enjoyed writing this, a good release of so many things.  If you'd like to offer comments or if you think I should write more, Hey!  Send me an e-mail! : ) [email protected]

AARON II

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Legal age yet in your province or state yet, guy?  If not ... better wait......
Again this is my work, please refrain from using it as your own and the usual mumbo jumbo....
Most of all, hey!  Guys!  Smile!  Nothing's too serious........ : )  I love y'all!

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I loathe the phone!  It's SO intrusive.  I must have been raised very oddly indeed!  I was always taught that just because the phone rings, it doesn't mean you have to dash to answer it.  So I only answer it when the whim takes me.  There is an an exception I found.

.... I awoke.  I was aware that I wasn't covered in the duvets but was completely cozy next to Aaron.  His body heat permeating into my chest and face.  My legs wound around his legs. His sparse light leg hair grating against my coarser dark furry calves.  I inhaled his scent, slightly sweaty with the mix of Gillette deodorant, the smell of sex lingering under the canopy of the bed.  I caught the glint of the sun on his blonde bush, his cock lying limply across his right thigh.  Then the ringing.

The phone.  That's what woke me up.  I swiftly and deftly extracted myself and grabbed the portable up off it's stand on the kitchen counter.  I pressed the on button and slipped through the dressing room into the bathroom shutting both doors behind me.  Ensuring Aaron's sleep.

I Cleared my throat and raised the phone to my ear.  "Good morning," I said, catching my breath as I sat my naked frame on the cold porcelain edge of the tub.

"Hi. It's me," Dee said softly.  "Is Aaron there?"

I paused, then, simply, "Yes." I waited.

Then, relief. "Thank God! Mill is here!"

Mill is the aforementioned psycho boyfriend.  Nicknamed Mill for his annual allowance.  I failed to catch the significance of her statement.  She continued.

"Can you keep Aaron at your place for awhile?"

I bit back a smile, "Sure. I'll talk to you later."  I rang off.

I was up, and my poor little mind was racing.  I decided not to disturb Aaron, I loved to see him sleeping, so I instead decided to shower, and go through my usual morning bathing ritual.  I turned the shower on, hot, letting the steam envelop the room until my reflection was grotesquely distorted in the condensation covering the looking glass above the sink.  I then turned to the commode, raised the seat and relieved my aching, semi hard dick of it's morning piss. I sighed, dropped the  lid of the toilet and turned back to the sink.  I brushed my teeth fiercely until the gums bled.  The blood as I spat into the sink made me think of my ass.  I finished up, then took one leg on top of the back of the toilet and with a tissue checked my asshole.  It hurt a bit, but there was no bleeding.  I smiled, tossed the tissue into the rubbish and edged in under the hot spray of water.

I love taking showers.  I take up to an hour on a regular basis.  People are so amazed at this:  "What do you do that takes so long?"  Truth told, I've absolutely no idea.  I shampoo my hair, then condition, lather up my body, wash my face, shave then scrub my cuticles with a nail brush and I'm done.

This morning as I ran the soapy, terry wash cloth across my neck and chest Aaron slipped into the shower beside me, unbeknownst to me.  An arm wrapped around my waist, jerking me from my thoughts and occupation.

I screamed.  I spun around and came face to face with Aaron.  I hate being startled.  He was beaming and looking all adorable.  Like the cat that ate the cream ... literally.  I slapped the side of his beefy upper arm, the water spray making a stinging thwap.

"Hey!"  He laughed.  "I'm not into the rough stuff."

I pushed at him playfully, his arm still wrapped about my waist.  "Don't scare me, like that!  I hate it!"  I slapped him again on the arm.  He just laughed.

"Can I have a kiss, Chico?"

I shook my head in amusement.  He tilted his chin down, his light stubble scratching against my own freshly sheared jaw line.  His lips parted into my wry grin, pushing my lips apart with his tongue.  He locked onto my tongue, sucking it slightly.  Finally pulling away, and I inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm.  Crest goodness," he teased.

"What's with the Chico, thing?"  I asked nonchalantly, turning my back to him to rinse the soap off my chest.

He rested his chin on my shoulder and I tilted my head back upon his own.  His hands assisted in rinsing the suds from my  chest and stomach.  "I don't know,"  his adams apple purred against my back.  "Just because.  You need a nick name."

I nodded.  His hands skimmed down to my groin.  Down my treasure trail to my dark bush.  He stroked one finger along the base of my hardening dick than very carefully played with my ball sack.

"Aaron,  wait,"  I turned and took both his hands in mine.  He grinned.  "No."  I took my index and pulled his arched lips into something a little more serious.  "Dee phoned."

"Oh," he tensed up.

"Do you want to talk right now?"

"I ..."  He stopped.  "I think I'll just get cleaned up, then we'll talk,"  he took my face in his hands and kissed me quickly.  "Alright?"

I smiled and nodded.  I sidled past him and slipped between the wall and the shower curtain.  I grabbed one of my big towels and patted my skin dry in the dressing room.  I pulled on my checked cotton dressing gown and prodded my hair into its basic wavy coiffure.  I sprayed my wrists with some Dune and swiped my wrist across my neck.  I sashayed barefoot into the apartment, grabbed the remote and flipped it to some old movie playing.  All About Eve, I think.

I regarded the kitchen and followed the urge to make breakfast for Aaron.  Pancakes. I tucked a dish towel into the tie on my robe.  I dug up the ingredients and as I poured the first buttermilk disk onto the hot griddle I heard the shower shut off.  I flipped the pan cake when bubbles started to pop through the sides of the thing.  Aaron peered around the door, then followed the scent of the pancakes.

"Mmmm.  Smells good June,"  He laughed looking at my dressing gown.

I smiled, "I rather preferred Chico.  I'm making you breakfast," I turned and looked at him clad only in a towel wrapped loosely about his hips.  "Besides, I'm more covered than you, Ward," I laughed.

"Hey, I thought clothes were optional..."

I grinned again and turned back to my occupation.  "There's Maple Syrup in the door of the fridge and some butter and table things in the cupboard there," I gestured vaguely.

"Yes, sir!"  He jokingly saluted and clipped his bare heals together and only managed to lose his towel.  I shook my head and laughed.  He rearranged the tuck in his covering and set the table.  I finished up, and served up the food, grabbing some orange juice before sitting down.

"There."

"Looks good,"  he hastily dived into the stack of pancakes.

"Well, don't get used to it.  I'm hardly a homemaker." I smiled.

"I'd like to get used to whatever you can share with me..."

I leaned back into my chair.  "Go on."

He looked up as he poured the sweet brown syrup over his breakfast.  He momentarily changed the subject, "What did Dee say?"

"Do you know about a guy named Mill?"

"Fully."

"Do you know he spent the night there?"

He stopped and set his fork down, "Ouch.  That kind of hurts."

"Yes, but what did you do last night?"

He looked up at me, "Is that what you think?"

"It's rude to answer a question with a question," I chastised.

"Fine.  I made love with someone very special to me last night."  I smiled and he repeated his question.

"I don't know.  One, I'm hardly adept to judging Dee's relationships.  I've never been in anything meaningful ... err ... before."  I carried on not moving my gaze from the vase of peacock feathers on the side of the table.  "And two, I just really want to know where we stand."

He took my hand, leaned down and kissed it repeatedly.  On the palm and across the back.  "I'm with Dee only because I leave for School in March, and didn't particularly want to be stuck at home with my parents in the meantime.  I care for you."  He forced me to look into his eyes.  "I do."

I bit back tears.  Opened my mouth, then shut it.  I simply leaned forward and kissed him fully, enjoying the sweet taste on his lips and tongue.  "So?  What do we do now."

"Well, I really want to be with you."

"How, Aaron?  I'm closeted to Dee,"  I scoffed.  "To everyone except you.  My parents can't catch wind of this.  They're dreadfully close-minded people.  And I depend on them to pay my Property Taxes and make the difference on my living expenses up here."  I sighed, "I'm too dependent on them. On everyone.  And with Dee, I don't want to steal her boyfriend, even if she is cheating on you, she'd still be terribly upset."  I stood and retreated to the frame of the great bed.  Leaning my defeated countenance against the high posts, burying my face in the curtains.  I sobbed silently.  My shoulders shaking against my grief.

I heard Aaron's chair scrape away from the table.  He stood behind me pulling me tightly into his chest.  He crushed me into him and pressed his chin down on the top of my head.  "Listen, I'll think of something," he reassured.  "I will.  Don't think about it, Chico."  He turned me around I covered my face with the dish cloth.

"Mngthf tjyrdf," I mumbled.

"What?" He laughed.

I dipped my head and spoke at our feet.  "Don't look at me."

"Ahh!  Come on."

He pulled the cloth from my grip and tipped my head up.  I know what he must have seen.  I'm pale, I get splotchy when I cry, it's dreadful.  He just smiled and in one swoop he picked me up, bracing my legs with one arm and my back and shoulders with the other.  I said before he was strong.  I'm 6'3", and I've got to be 180 toned pounds if I'm an ounce.  He swept me up and sat me on his lap as he sat with his back against the headboard of the big bed.

"Shhh."  He cooed.  With his thumbs he brushed away the tears, and licked the salty remains.  He began to kiss me and eventually started chewing and sucking on the side of my neck.  It was so hot.  He licked and teased until all I could feel was his tongue and teeth on my neck.  Finally he pulled off.  "I think you've just gotten your first hickey."

I grinned.  I grabbed the little mirror off of the bedside table.  A red elliptical welt that was already starting to bruise marked the side of my neck.  "I love it," I smiled.  I mocked a haughty voice, "It's just SO personal.  It really shows you care." We both laughed.  He pulled me by the shoulders and kissed my forehead fiercely.

"Know what I'd like?"

"What, foxy?"  I admired my neck in the mirror.

"Hey!" He laughed, and took the mirror from me, "Can the Narcissism for a bit!  I want you to fuck me."

I looked at him.  "I'm up for that," I stood up on the bed and tore off my disheveled dressing gown. Tossing it behind me and dropped to my hands knees.  "C'mon, lets roll," I purred.

He laughed, "You're practically Bipolar!"  I smiled and undid did his towel.  He raised his hips and I swiped the towel off the bed and onto the floor.  We kissed.  I decided I loved kissing.  He fucked my mouth with his tongue, biting on my bottom lip, running his teeth along my teeth.  When I got the chance I toyed with that wonderful upper lip of his.  Following the contour with my tongue and my own lips.  Running my hands over his expressive face.

"How do I go about this?"

"I'll direct you, let me get you wet first."

"Alright, just go easy."

He turned so that we were in a 69.  He hovered above me, licking my dick from root to tip.  His balls dangled above me like two clementines bouncing in the wind.  I sucked first one of his nuts into my mouth, then managed to pack the other in.  I just managed to roll and slurp slightly on them like a totally transfixed chipmunk.  When he finally pulled off, I followed his lead, reveling how his wet baby makers, touched by the chill of the room drew up to the base of his cock.

He knelt over me, face to face.  I groped at his big dripping dick and ran my fingertips over his wet balls, "Chilly?"

He grinned and kissed me.  "Okay, Let's start doggy style. Kneel behind me."

I crawled out from beneath him, and kneeled between his spread legs as he crouched on his hands sand knees.  My spit slicked cock head quivering near his ass cheeks.

"Now, spread my ass apart, and press your cock head through my pucker and hold it 'til I get used to it.  It's been awhile.  Then just plunge into me.  I like it hard.  Don't stop and keep your strokes long and hard.  And don't touch me, when I'm getting fucked it never takes more than a couple of strokes to get me off."

I followed his directions.  I tapped at his pucker a few times with my pole, watching in awe as his hairless pink rosebud blinked in anticipation.

"Please, Chico...," he growled.

I took the initiative and pushed my cock head into his pucker until I felt a slight plop as I pushed my mushroom head in.  It was so tight.  I felt Aaron wiggle beneath me and clench and release against my head.  My piss slit burped a heavy load of pre cum at the stimulation.  I sighed.

"Okay," he panted, "Drive it in."

I grabbed his hips, pulling back my chest to give myself full view as I impaled this studs ass with my hot stiff rod.  I pushed my nails slightly into his flesh than, with one stroke jabbed my cock, sinking into his warm tight gut.  He groaned and dropped his face into the pillows, I just managed to hear him mumble not to stop.  I remembered him saying to take long strokes.  I pulled out 'til my head bumped against his rim, and I thrust violently back into him, again and again.  My hips took control and as I drove repeatedly into his chute I scraped across his prostate, driving him wild.  When I felt my balls start to churn I pulled out.

"Don't stop," he gasped, "shoot in me, Chico.  Fill me."

"I will. I just want to see your face when I do."

He rolled over, and grabbed his ankles.  I noticed the thick, deep puddle of pre cum where his cock had been leaking.  I swept some on my fingers and sucked on it.  Repeating the swipe and inserting the cum coated fingers into his mouth.  As he tasted his own cum his face scrunched up in ecstasy and his eyes rolled back in his head and he shot load after load of cum onto his flat stomach and pert pecs and nipples.

It was too hot I jammed my prick into his ass hard.  Jamming against his prostate.  I came hard, coating his guts.  The single painful thrust shot more cum out of his dick, hitting him straight in the face.  I spasmed in his ass. He clutched the sheets and screamed in passion as he shot.  I shuddered at the animalism of the moment, totally turned on.  When we started to crash, I pulled my softening member out of his ass and he dropped his stiff legs and I lay on top of him.  Our cum gluing us together.

"You're a fucking hot top."

I smiled and traced my finger across a strand of his own cum on his cheek, setting it on my bottom lip.  He quickly licked it up and I stole a long kiss.

We stayed like this until I started drowsing and fell off to sleep.  As my breathing quieted he stroked my hair and back and pulled the duvets from the far side of the immense bed over our stacked frames.

"Don't worry, I've got a plan...."
 

**********

I must admit, he did have a plan.  A slightly messy one.

Eventually, I woke up.  I don't know what it is. I'm so content and warm and exhausted and safe that after sex I totally fall asleep.  When I awoke Aaron was in the shower, I could here the water.  I yawned and stretched under the duvet.  Aaron must have covered me up.

Soon the water stopped and Aaron shortly thereafter appeared dressed and buckling his belt.  I frowned slightly.

"You should get dressed," he suggested.

"Why?"  I leaned back into the pillows regarding the inscription embroidered by my grandmother's hand in the top of the canopy:

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom

Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Here a song or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend ---
Bed awaits me at the end.

Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall ---
I'm a fool to rise at all!

Dorothy Parker
April 8, 1926.
New York Life

"C'mon!  We need to go over to Dee's," he searched for his missing sock.

"Oh no!"  I pulled the covers over my head and slunk into the middle of the bed.  "Not me," I mumbled beneath the down.  "I couldn't, Aaron.  I couldn't look her in the eyes, not with you there ... too much...."

"You're coming all right, it won't work if you don't."

"Why, Aaron?  What've you planned?" I peeked between the covers and the mattress.

"No, no.  I'm counting on your surprise to win the war."

"What?"

"Never mind."  He swept the covers out of my grasp and pulled me to my feet kissing me hard.  "Go get dressed," he enunciated carefully.

"Fine," I smiled.  ( Hey! I like being kissed! )  "Give me a minute."  Well, we've been through this before a minute for me is about an hour.  When I emerged I was wearing a beige pair of pants and a bright blue sweater.

He sat at the table with a coffee and just shook his head.  I did a little spin.

"How do I look?"  I stopped and beamed at him.

"Your tags sticking out."

"Oh,"  I turned to the mirror to remedy this ailment.

In a quick stride he grabbed my hands away and tucked the tag down then ran his fingers along my back and neck.  He pressed his thumb against my hickey, "What about this?"

I smiled, "No one will be paying attention to me."

My attempt to unearth his plan was too obvious.  He laughed and licked his way down my jaw line to my lips.  Kissed me too quickly.  I sighed.  "Let's go."

"Will we drive?"

"It's half a block!"

"What if we have to make a quick get away?"

"I'm not shooting anyone.  What coat are you wearing?"

"My black stroller."

He stared blankly.

"The black cashmere one."

He stepped into the closet and quickly reappeared.

"Not that one. That's an overcoat!  The short one!"  I laughed.  "I only wear that to funerals."

He laughed and reappeared with my coat.

"Thank you," I exchanged when he helped me into it.

"No prob.  Ready to go?"

"Ready as ever."

*******

Well, the best I can say is that at least it went as he had it schemed in his pretty head.  He basically went in, with me following like some vacant idiot, and confronted her on the spot.

"So?  You're cheating on me, hunh?  Don't deny it!  I was already told."

Of course both their eyes fell on me.  I think my lower jaw dropped somewhere around my knees from shock.

He proceed to yell over her words, finally announcing that he was staying with me until he left.

This is where he wanted my expression.  I was stunned that he'd said that.  I hadn't offered, in all honesty, the idea never crossed my mind.  I liked the idea but I think I looked more surprised then any other emotion.  Which is what he wanted.  My little look of amazed ignorance is what saved my friendship with her.  There'd never be any reason for her to suspect anything now, in fact she'd pity me for having endure Aaron for the next week or so.

******

So, we went back to the apartment.  We stood looking at each other.

"I think this place is too small for the both of us...," I began.

"I know, I'm sorry I put you on the spot like that.  I've got an Uncle somewhere here, I could try and find him...."

I laughed.  "Hold up!"  I stepped up to him and pressed my body against him, and he encircled my waist.  "What I was saying, is that ... Well, how would you like to take a trip?"

He looked confused.  "I leave soon, Chico."

"Not a long trip.  How would you like to come home with me?"

He looked a little more in the light.  "But your parents..."

"...Live on the other side of the county," I interrupted.  "In their own house and need not know I'm back for a week."

"Well," he grinned, that delicious upper lip contouring up.  I could visualize that arch sealing around my dick. "Sure."

I smiled, "For payment, how about a blow job?"

He licked his lips and carefully reached the zip of my pants and slowly lowered them to my ankles.  My Calvin's quickly followed.  I tossed off my sweater and watched as this blonde god engulfed my hardening rod in his perfect lips.  His tongue deftly circled the head of my cock.  He toyed briefly with the slit on my cock head and my dick spurted a nice glob of precum which he forcefully sucked past his practiced tongue and down his throat.  He pulled off and very quickly tossed me about six feet on to the bed, where I landed softly, the mattress, bouncing me. I laughed, as I caught my balance, he came into view, naked and lunging again at my dick.

I watched his tanned neck and the back of his head bob endlessly up and down the length of my dick.  I groaned with pleasure, and, unable to resist my stroking his neck and hair quickly became more enthused as I took his head and pushed my member further into his mouth.  His lips curled about his teeth and he took the initiative and as I felt my dick go deep into his silk throat I shot.  Jetting five or six hot spurts of seed down his throat.  As I released his head, he took a deep breath and collapsed on me.

"Aaron, fuck me, please," I panted wearily.

He grabbed my waist and flipped me on my stomach.  With out arranging me to better take his long thick cock he penetrated me from tip to root.  I gasped.  The sudden hot filling organ was in me.  He bit at my ear.  "Chico,"  he sounded alarmed.  "Did I hurt you?"

"N-n-n-no,"  I stammered.

"Shhhh,"  He cooed.  He pulled out to his cock head and followed suit.  His long scrapes tearing across my prostate quickly had me aroused, but my erection was pointing painfully down between my legs, as I was flat on my stomach.

"Aaron, my dick..."  I mumbled from the pillows.  His warm hands left my rib cage and quickly replaced my hardon pointing upwards.  He continued his rhythmic sinking and retreating pattern in my ass.  Only now, as each stroke into me took, my own member pressed between my stomach and the mattress.  I was fucking the mattress as he was making love to me. He soon relinquished his long strokes and proceed to press himself deeper into me, not moving more then and inch or so out.  The throbbing of his erection against my prostate and the heat of his body on top of me, it was as if he was surrounding and filling me and I felt so entirely safe.  Every minimal thrust into a deeper part of my cavity sent my own member a stroke further through my wet pre-jizz puddle on the mattress.

When his breath caught, I felt the streams of his syrupy cum fill the very depths of me.  I shot as well.  Covering my stomach and the sheets.  Aaron's breathing slowed, but he made no move to climb off.  My ass ring in this position was so tight that his jock cock didn't soften, only continue to throb against my prostate and allow me the feeling of a man deep inside of me.  I was so warm, covered by something so male and so wonderful and felt so safe that I sighed very contentedly and fell asleep.

******

We actually started off later that night.  Quite late, around eight in the evening.  Aaron brought my car around, a little awestruck by it for the first time.  The car is a long sleek Vanden Plas Jaguar.  Not at all appropriate for a person of my station and age of life, however, it was my late great uncles.  A sad old bachelor who spent most of his life in silence because he had a terrible stutter, and a black sheep flaw of alcoholism.  His cars were the only thing I could find that interested him, so, when the poor man's death fell the small kindness I attempted to show by speaking with him of his one passion resulted in me inheriting his final prize.  And so, that car will likely never be sold, it may be new now, but as it ages I'll maintain it as a tribute to him.  Just like I maintain my home and all the items on that property, to say nothing of the world that had been built by my elders and so charitably bestowed upon my weary shoulders.

Well, I hate driving, so Aaron took the wheel hesitatingly, when we were out of the city lights he settled more comfortably onto the black leather.  I like this car I decided.  It's fashionably gloomy leather and tinted interior was quite comfortable and I sidled myself closer to the edge of my seat, edging myself closer to Aaron's frame.  Finally resting my head against his muscled shoulder, he put his arm around my shoulder and I inhaled the scent wafting off his neck.  He wore a pair of khakis and one of my sweaters, which, much to my chagrin, he filled better than I ever could.  I didn't know what cologne he wore, but it permeated my nose and I very soon nestled into that deep scent and dozed, not asleep but not quite awake.  A limbo of consciousness.

At around ten Aaron shook my shoulders and I roused myself out of my daze.  I sat up and leaned across his stomach and lowered his window, letting his scent breathe out the window, refreshing my lungs.

I smiled, "Hi."

He grinned, and blew a kiss.  I leaned over and kissed his lips fully.  The car weaved across the white line.  "Hey," he growled, "Don't block my sight.  You'll kill us all."

I whispered my apology on his ear, my hot breath on his ear.  I ran my long fingers across his sweatered chest, moving it lower across his stomach, his breath catching, afraid of being tickled.  I moved my fingers across his covered abs.

He gasped slightly, "Stop, Chico."

I licked the side of his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.  His grin spread across his face.  Meanwhile my hand inched across his hip to his knee.  From there I inched up his pants.  Trailing and caressing up his inner thigh.  Slowly I reached his crotch and reached the base of his hard cock. my fingertips pushed up his hard length.  Beneath the cotton khakis I could feel his eight inches push and throb against my fingers.  His tool pointed up his midriff.  Five inches up, his dick had crawled out of the waist band of his briefs and the remaining length and head pulsed beneath his trousers.  The material had already became slightly sticky.

"A little anxious?"  I breathed haltingly in his ear.

His breathing quickened and I added pressure to my palm against his fat cock. His driving continued unhindered.

"If you want to cum," I continued in his ear.  "If you want to cum, babe, you're going to have to hump my hand 'til you ...," I trailed off to a throaty chuckle.

He clicked the vehicle into cruise and anchored his big jock feet into the wool carpet.  His cute little butt slipped nicely back and forth across the black leather seat.  He quickly arranged his hips and got into a rhythm and started to really go to town.  His panting increased and the window began to steam, finally he yelled out and he had pressed his erection so hard against my palm that I could feel his jizz come up through his dick and spill out of dick lips.  He slid back in the seat and recovered.  Pulling the car back into a single lane.

Now, I know it was kinda dangerous pulling this little scene off in a car, but, well, there's three rules set for the privileged class.  Often we don't realize we do it. One, Spend freely, the truly wealthy have no concept of money, if you run out, you go to the bank to get more; two, there's no such thing as justice, everyone has their price; and three, drive recklessly, for the wealthy are immortal and not subject to silly things like accidents.

"Wow, that was intense, Chico."  He broke his rule and leaned over and kissed me, breaking his own rule.

I smiled and wiped my slightly sticky hand through his spiky hair.  He grinned.

"I think I love you, Chico."

I think I looked stunned.  "Oh, Aaron, you're so perfect.  I love you to."  We kissed again.

I pulled back to my side of the car to bask in my well being.

"Chico, I'm going to stop and get some gas and some coffee up here at the rest stop."

I nodded and turned on the radio, looking for a decent station.  We pulled in and he asked the attendant to fill it up.  He unbuckled himself and jogged up to the store.  I sat in the darkness and hummed along to the music.  Quickly, Aaron ran back towards the car, coffee in each hand.  He very deftly slipped into the car and paid the driver and jetted off, scarcely giving time for the gas pump jockey to step out of the way.

"Why the hurry?" I drawled, in confused humour.

He turned and grinned and shook his head, "I got into the store, grabbed the coffee, went up to the counter and wondered why the people in there were gawking ... I have a huge stain of cum all over the front of my khakis, and the damn things are so beige you could see everything..."

I laughed and laughed as we cruised down the highway.

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