Date: Sun, 07 May 2000 08:36:00 EDT From: Jordan West Subject: I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7 I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7 by Jordan West jordanwest19@hotmail.com May 7, 2000 NOTE: If sex among teens, homosexual topics, or male-male sex offends you, or if you disapprove of it, or if you are not of the right age to read such things, please stop, read no more, and go elsewhere, to protect your rights and the rights of others. This story is intended for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY. This is a gay love story, and includes sex. This story is fiction, and represents no actual persons, living or dead. The names of all the people, places, and things in this story are made up. This is not a story of dirty, smelly sex. It portrays love, and the beauty of sex, not the unsanitary kind. This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting male high school students under 18. All of the sex in this story is between consenting males. One or more of the scenes may involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in most places, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO TRY THIS IN ANY WAY OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY. Sex acts should be in total privacy on your own private property. ================================================================= * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ================================================================= P R E A M B L E -- N E W S T U F F , M O S T L Y ================================================================= WARNING! Reading this PREAMBLE may be dangerous to your health, the health of your pets, or may cause cancer in laboratory rats. ================================================================= May 7, 2000 Hi guys, Here we are, again. Don't you just hate that? I mean, you know you're HERE, and everyone knows it's AGAIN, so why say it? I added this section, starting with Part 4. Sort of a newsletter thing. It's mostly for new stuff, corrections, things happening in my life that might be interesting, the QUESTION OF THE WEEK, public postings, announcements and whatever, and a place for me to thank you for your e-mails, that's the most important thing. Oh yeah, and the answer to last week's QUESTION OF THE WEEK. Then again, it's just me rambling, really, or whatever. LAUGH TIME is a NEW section for YOUR contributions. -- Added just this week! Send in some funny stuff! LAUGH TIME isn't for your everyday jokes, but for really awesome jokes, examples of funny things people say, or write, that make you laugh, or... funny, made up definitions of words most people know -- or made-up words, , and for a way to show how certain accents can make everyday stuff funny! -- or, who knows! Then it's up to you to think of something hilarious, or FIND SOMETHING to send in! You can have mistakes from ads, really funny things other people do, write, or say, OR SOMETHING YOU MADE UP! Sometimes the things you create can be the best ones -- if you're... you know... the creative type. CORRECTIONS AND STUFF Aaron's Thoughts ---------------- How to show Aaron's thoughts, again. :-) Some of you said you liked the caps, some liked the <...>, some readers didn't like either one. So I'm still looking for a solution. I can submit HTML, which would allow bold, italics, and font changes, but the only way I know how to make an HTML is with Microsoft Word HTML feature, and Nifty can't use that format. This time, Aaron's thoughts will be INDENTED, and in lower case. Aaron's thoughts will look like this, now: Scotty looked so damn good. He looks good asleep, when he first wakes up, in the shower, any time. He says I drive him crazy. He was driving ME crazy, the cute little... Let me know what you think. OK? PUBLIC POSTINGS Hey! We have a public posting this week! :-) Thanks to the reader that sent it in! Check it out, below! If you want to communicate something, for everyone to read, I'll post it here, as long as it's cool. (No personals). Be sure you tell me what nickname you want me to use, for you, or if you want no name. Remember, space is limited, so nothing way long. It could be a comment or an announcement -- whatever you want. jordanwest19@hotmail.com Operators are on duty. I won't use your screen name on anything you send me, unless you say you want me to. I'll just say, "From a reader." OK? >From a reader, who said to use his name, David from Virginia: ------------------------------------------------------------- "David from Virginia encourages ALL you guys -- and girls, (come on, we know you are reading this too) -- to write. You all have many stories in you, but they can't get out unless you write them. Don't worry if you don't like your writing, or you think the stories aren't exciting enough -- they probably are exciting, once you begin to tell them. You'll be surprised at how well you write, when it's from the heart. If you don't think you are ready to post on Nifty, send them to me first, and I'll tell you what I think. (NVAJD@aol.com)." David asked me to post his e-mail address. David is a cool and friendly guy, and I've enjoyed our e-conversation. LAUGH TIME --- *NEW* Remember, send me stuff for this! OK? OK. I'll start LAUGH TIME off with two word definitions. One is a made up word, and one is a "real" example from life. A Word Definition ----------------- **WARNING:** If you're tired, or your eyes hurt, or you're recovering from surgery, or something, skip to the next section. You probably should be in bed, anyway, now that I think about it. "confyoozulled," (con-FYEEW-zuhld), v., i., past tense of confyoozul, (con-FYEEW-zuhl) - to effect, or experience the effects of a state of mind, when perceiving unrelated items to be related, or when perceiving items understood to be related which are misunderstood, such that the interpretation of the first thing that is perceived, conflicting with the first thing that comes to mind when the second thing that is perceived brings a different thing to mind from the first thing that came to mind when the first thing was perceived, or shortly thereafter, so that the impression created is that the first thing that came to mind when the first thing was perceived was not what was thought might have been meant by the first thing, seeing that the second thing that was perceived conflicted with the first thing perceived AND the first thing that came to mind upon perceiving the first thing, or maybe neither the first nor the second thing, because there exists an uncertainty whether the first or second thing that came to mind was what was intended, or if the general impression of the first thing that was perceived was not what was intended in the first place, unless the intention was to stress the second thing, which means the second thing that came to mind matched the first thing perceived, and it was unknown if the first thing might have matched the second thing, in which case the meaning of the second thing was obscured, but that would mean that the original perception was not understood either, forming a sort of self-misunderstanding, because of a general lack of knowledge about the second thing, in the first place, unless there was a third thing, or something before the first thing, but if there WAS something before the first thing, then the first thing was the second thing, although it could be the other way around, but there is disagreement among experts in the field if what was said is that which was intended upon first perception of the second thing, which then makes the first thing irrelevant, leading to the conclusion that the experts shouldn't be working in fields, but in offices. ANTONYMNS: none OK, Another Word Definition -- This one, with an accent: -------------------------------------------------------- baahm, (bahm), verb, southern, contemp. - An indication of something that is intended to be done. EXAMPLE: "I didn't get a good grade on the last test, baahm gonna study harder for the next one." - present tense of "baahwuhzz;" preferred form of variants, "bahdahm" and "buttahz," (Obs.). I love those. :-) Did you like 'em? E-MAIL :-) A lot of guys wrote in about wanting Aaron to describe Scotty more, which is a good idea, so I'll do that. Some of you talked about my writing, in general, which is always nice. Some guys said they liked other things. Tell me anything! :-) And tell me if you'd like to see any of your comments posted. If there's something that happened in the story that hit you, talk about that. You know, like, "The part when Aaron touched Scotty in the shower, I thought that was ______________ ." See? It's easy! :-) I like it when you talk about stuff like that. Or something you hoped was in the story, but didn't find it. Like, "I was hoping you'd put in ______________ ." I really think about those, and try to do them, if I can. THANKS Special thanks to you guys who told me you wanted more of Aaron's thoughts. I'm doing that more. Let me know what you think. WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH ME My guy is thinking of getting a new car! Our tastes are a little different, but, never mind. Some guys wrote in wanting to know if we lived in a condo, or what, so... We rent a house, and it's so cool to have *real* privacy! I'm STILL getting ready for finals, which start Tuesday! So, I guess you know how that is. My writing project due just before finals, is almost done! Whew! Anyway, I'm writing and studying a lot. Yes, I got good grades, so far, and I'm happy about that. I work out three times a week, but now maybe once a week, until after finals. So anyway, you guys who I promised to edit some of your writing, hang in there, I'll get there! I'm really considering taking Tai Kwon Do (did I spell it right?) Anyone that has info on this, please write to me. OK? QUESTION OF THE WEEK OK. This is not made up stuff or busy stuff, it's real questions I have, that I'm too lazy to look up. OK? This Week's Question ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Can you really use the "Print Screen Key" (using Windows), to capture what is on your screen? How do you do it? Also, I hear there is stuff that key won't capture. Is that true?" I'd really like to know how to do that. Answer to last week's "Scroll Lock Key," question: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks, to all the readers who wrote in with answers! The Scroll Lock key sorta locks your cursor to your spreadsheet, in Excel, and maybe other spreadsheets. One writer said it works in Lotus 1-2-3 too. Without the Scroll Lock on, when you hit your ARROW keys, the cursor moves to different spots on the spreadsheet. WITH the Scroll Lock key, the cursor stays glued to the spot you have it in, and the WHOLE SHEET moves. Kinda like the "hand" in some programs. It used to be used in dumb terminals, I was told, to stop a big list from zipping by. It also turns a little light on and off, on your keyboard, which I think is neat. THANKS AGAIN THANKS FOR YOUR E-MAILS! Thanks to everyone who e-mailed me, (yessss)! ...and shared your thoughts with me. That is ALWAYS awesome. All of you guys who wrote in for any reason, really. THANKS! I love to hear from you! MOST of the things you guys write, I find exciting. But I love to hear ANYTHING you have to say -- about the story -- or about you -- or whatever. :-) It's so great when you write to me more than once, too! Don't slow down NOW! LOL. THANK YOU! Your e-mails keep me writing, you know? You know why? OK, picture this. You start your own TV program. No chat. No phone. No address. Just you, broadcasting. How do you know anyone is watching? OK. I know you get it. Nifty doesn't send me any hit counts or anything so, ummm, well.... So if you haven't written to me yet, what are you waiting for? I promise to answer. A real answer, I don't use 'form letters' and I don't cut and paste, unless I'm sending a quote. I LOVE all your comments, critiques, and stuff about YOU! THANKS! And don't be shy if you spot a mistake, or have a question, or if something is confusing, OK? I like to hear about that too. And I'll try to explain. :-) Some guys wrote suggestions for me. :-) Scotty and Aaron seem to like a lot of your ideas. If I haven't used your idea yet, just wait. You never know. Even if I don't use your idea, it still makes me think. Thanks for all your suggestions. I love them. Well, that's it, for now. --Jordan jordanwest19@hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------------- IN CASE YOU MISSED IT: If you're into words and their meanings, or if you're just curious, check out, "LAUGH TIME," in the Preamble, above. :-) (Don't miss out!) --------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7 by Jordan West jordanwest19@hotmail.com May 7, 2000 Being on top felt weird to me. 'This was IT!' I was looking down at Aaron. I had never done this before, and I was nervous as hell. It was still sinking in, slowly, that Aaron never did this before, either. Not bottom, anyway. I started to shake, as I put the tip of my dick -- dripping with precum -- to the heat of Aaron's butt. My dick was hot, but THIS was hotter. The rest of me was cold and shivering, I was so scared. Now I had to find the spot -- the spot that would let my little throbbing cock into Aaron. I loved him so much, and he was showing his love to me in so many ways -- I had to do this right. My heart was full of love for Aaron, but so many other things were happening. My mind went away from the bed, up to the ceiling. My dick was aching, and I was looking down, but clouds came, and I didn't see. I only heard and felt my throbbing and nervous breathing. My mind dropped back to the bed... Aaron was still looking at me. I was embarrassed, so I did what seemed most natural, and brought my head down for a kiss. His lips were so ready for me, and mine felt so much at home, touching his. The hotness of Aaron's hard body, and the throbbing of his penis, shot new warmth into me. My heavy breathing wasn't nervous anymore -- the kiss -- the heat of his chest -- Aaron's sexuality was entering me, warming me. His heat went through my chest and he felt so good. I was still tensed -- I didn't dare let my hips go further down, not yet. I wanted this kiss so much. When Aaron's tongue shot into my mouth, sparks flew everywhere, I lost all muscle control, and flattened out. My hips fell, and my penis slid solidly into him. 'Oh, GOD,' my head shouted, there was such an electric wave of pure pleasure, I swear my heart stopped. Hot tongues of fire licked at my hungry penis. I wanted to make love to him, but now, it was all just my dick, and his butt -- my mind was all red, with white flashes and fire. I wanted my brain back, so I could swim in all my feelings, and his feelings -- and tell him I loved him. The feeling in my dick, and the rest of me, was SO intense. I would cum soon, I knew. "Oh, Aaron. Oh, God, AARON!!" "Scotty, YEAH! Geez, Scotty, damn YEAH! Ahhhhhhh!! Lovin you, lovin it! DO it... yeah Scotty. GOD yeah!!" It was hurting, not worse than I thought it would, but that didn't stop me from loving this, and the little dude that was doing it. Scotty's face was so damn sexy --his hair, too. I saw his tight athlete's chest -- he had me so hot now, I could cum in one stroke. 'Damn, this is sweet!' I was going up to the heights of passion, but sliding down into a soft, sweet something, that grabbed my penis, and turned on all my lights. My dick was hungry, but it kept getting hungrier, now! I could feel his thirsty butt gobble me up. My hips pressed into his hotness -- my whole body throbbed so fast. I felt so connected to him now, my dick was on fire, and I wanted the rest of me to crawl inside him. My penis was pulsing -- stronger now -- and here I was, deep inside of Aaron, my sex god -- my body tingling and shaking with pure pleasure -- and I hadn't moved my dick yet. I wasn't sure if I COULD move, then. "Scotty, yeah, oh yeah, stay like that! Yeah, push! Yeah, that feels so good, uhhhhhhhh. DAMN!" Oh yeah, I could PUSH. I couldn't talk, my heart pounded so badly. I pulled back a little, and stroked into him. OH GOD, that felt good. My dick was swelling so much. My ears were pounding, along with my hardon. Gentle, that's what I wanted, to be gentle, and not hurt him. The red clouds swirled into white, and lightning was everywhere... "Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, Unnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!" All I knew were the white flashes in my head, the hotness in my penis, that was driving some spell, some force, I didn't know. My body was on its own, without me. Again. "Scotty, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Yeah! YEAH!!" "Oh, Aaron, uhhhhhhhhhhhh." His shouting woke me out of the spell, for a few. I could feel the rest of my body, now, and I couldn't believe what I was doing -- pounding, slamming into him, now. Long hard thrusts, with the shock of surprise at each jolt of our bodies -- and *I* was DOING this! I could hear him. "Uhhh GEEZ, uhhhh, uhhhh, AHHHHH! Scotty, UHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck!" "AARON, Aaron! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHH! AHH! AHHH! Uhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Oh, SHIT! Shit yeah!! YEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!" I could tell Aaron felt it -- I was cumming. The first shot into him was liquid fire, and I could feel the heat of my cum coating the tip of my dick -- shooting new heat into me, into HIM! I was shaking, stroking, sweating -- knowing I was starting to fill him, and that his body was sucking the cum out of me. Two, three, four, five -- I don't know how many times I shot into him. And something inside him was burning into my dick, making it much more intense -- I was absorbing part of him -- his warmth -- his maleness -- even here! I could feel it going into me, each time I thrust my hunger into him, and I could feel myself going deeper into Aaron, I was slamming and pounding away, like I had no control. I was breathless, but I could talk some now, barely. "Scotty, GEEEZ, Yeah!" "Oh, God, Oh, God, Aaron.... I LOVE YOU! AARON! I'm, ohhhhhh, Uhhhhhhhhhh... I'm going into................ you............ shooting.......... cumming........... UHHHHHHHHHH!" I could feel his shots, like hot oil pumping into me. This was so damn good. I was so fucking hard! Wasn't hurting now! I didn't know my ass had so many nerves -- didn't know you could feel good inside your ass, a rough good but, damn -- Scotty jamming into me so hard, I knew he would be great, but never expected it to feel *this* hot! Scotty's sweat was dripping on me -- and his body -- the heat in my ass -- his dick -- his cum -- Scotty's sizzling cum! Damn!! I swear felt it shooting, up in my throat. And man, was he liking it. He looked like a damn angel. "Aar-- oh, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I grabbed Aaron's shoulders. My hands were pulling him down to me, and I was pushing up into him. I was going to cum forever. I was shoving, pounding -- I didn't want to but... oh God, was I hurting him? "Yeah! Shit yeah! Damn! SCOTTY!!!" The little fucker was not only making me hot, he was pounding the shit out of me. Cumming like a damn faucet. I wasn't complaining, either. Yeah, cum, Scotty! Shit! ....horniest, cutest dude.... shit..... go, Scotty! "AAAAAAAAARRRRRONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" "Scotty, so fukin hot man, SHIT, what a cum!" "Aaron, oh yeah, I... you... I ... love you!!" I pulled out of him and plunged my mouth down on his hungry cock. His precum tasted so good, and for a sec, I thought he was cumming there was so much. I swear my swollen dick was still pulsing, at the rate Aaron's was throbbing -- expanding my mouth. God! His huge hardon was so hot in my mouth. "DAMN, SCOTTY, SHIT! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... GEEEEEEEEZZZ!!" Scotty sucked my dick like his life depended on it! SHIT! Ten seconds, and I was cumming. His mouth was so hot, *he* was so sexy -- I was so horny, it was off the scale. I looked at Scott's cute face, as he pounded me again -- this time, with his mouth -- his eyes, looking up at me that way -- pushing me over the edge. I was cumming so fucking hard, I swear it came from my knees. Aaron filled my mouth. He wasn't shooting, he was FIRING his love into me, the pressure was so unbelievable. The heat was incredible, and I don't know how many times I swallowed. It was like he saved it up, but I knew he didn't. The head of his dick never felt so big or so scalding hot, and he was throbbing like never before...... and I thought *I* came a lot! I could see Aaron breathing so hard, he couldn't talk. Oh God, I loved this! My mouth slipped off a sec, and stream's of Aaron shot up to his nose, his neck, chest and abs. I got my mouth back on him, and he was still shooting -- he gave me MORE of him, and I was in heaven. "Oh, fuck, oh FUCK! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Two more swallows, and he was done. I collapsed on Aaron -- his boiling cum pressed between us. I could almost feel his life seeping into me, as I tried to catch my breath, and heard Aaron's last moans of pleasure, it was so sensual -- so beautiful, I could hardly stand it. "Aaron I can't believe this. Aaron, my whole body... exploded -- it never felt this good. I don't know, I... Oh God! Yeah, oh Aaron! ....It didn't hurt, did it?" "Uhhh. Oh, Scotty, ahhhhhhh!" "Oh, Aaron!" I kissed him. "Scotty, no. It hurt a little when you started, but that was nothin. Fuck! This was so good, I was ready to cum when YOU did. A little more, I wouldda cum." "Oh GOD, Aaron!" "Oh, yeah, Scotty. Shit! You have no idea how fuckin cute you are, how good you feel, how strong an manly you looked, an how much you turn me on, man." "Um, well... I uh... well, I'm, uhm, STARTING to know." "Ha, ha... yeah. I hear ya, little dude!" We were both out of breath, but I never felt this good. "God, this feels good, Aaron. SO good! I can feel our sweat, now, and your heartbeat, and your... your..." "My cum?" "Yeah, between us." "That's so fuckin hot Scotty!" I looked up at Scott. He was turning me on, all over again. I looked deep into him, and I was surprised to see Scotty studying me. In that minute, he was so much more serious than he had been in the past. Just thinking he was probing me so deep, with his eyes, like he was searching, like he knew he'd find something good there -- that he cared -- wanted to know more of me -- just made me horny for him -- made me love him more. I put my arms behind him and grabbed him. Aaron and I headed for the kiss at the same time. God, that was wonderful, like we could read minds. Our tongues rubbed and flipped, and swirled. Our lips were hot, and their heat was having its effect. My little dick was wanting more. Again. My hands were all over him, and Aaron's hands were all over my back and my butt. "Oh, Aaron, I never knew... I mean, how good this feels, I--" "Felt damn good with your hot rod in me. Surprised the shit out of me, dude!" That word again! Did he have to say that? Now? Scotty's face didn't look quite right. Damn, he was cute, even with his face all screwed up. "Aaron, so--" "Sorry, Scotty." "Oh, you knew." I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah." "Aaron, you're so cool. ...So who did you think I did it with?" I changed the subject, maybe too quick. "What? Scotty I--" "Come on, Aaron, you know, you thought I was doing it too, right? So, who did you think I was messing with?" "Geez, little dude! OK, first I thought Timmy Baker, he's hot, but then I figured it was Kevin." "Kevin Darson? Tommy's brother? Oh my God!" "Why, he's damn cute -- you don't think?" "Yeah but, he's so weird Aaron, God!" "OK. OK. What about Timmy Baker?" "Well... if he'd said something, maybe.... ...Aaron?" "Yeah?" "I really wanted YOU. Just you." That brought a huge smile to Aaron's face. It was a warm, 'I was hoping you'd say that,' type of smile. Scotty junior jumped. Aaron and I hugged. Mmmmmmmmmmmm! "Damn, Scotty, well, uh--" Aaron was blushing now. Whatever he was trying to say, I could see, it was hard for him. "Scotty, you were... like the one on my mind. I decided you were it. THE one. I wanted you and I was gonna conquer you." "Conquer me?" "Yeah," he said, blushing badly. "Aaron, you don't have to tell--" "Scotty, after I proved to myself I was gay, I mean, shit! I wanted you before that, OK? But after that, that thing with Billy, FUCK! I don't know... you were just IT. Scotty, I wasn't expecting love, really, but when I realized I loved you, it hit me bad. Then, you were TOAST, boy!" "Oh yeah?" "Yeah! ..........Come on, lets shower." We raced to the bathroom. "Toast, really?" My heart was racing at this news. I thought my face would break, with the smile I had -- Aaron's was a close second. "Fuck yes!" "How?" "I'll tell ya later. Don't bug me or I'll fuck you again!" ... 'That was a threat?' "Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, BUUUUUGGGGGG!!!!!!!" "Scotty, you're killin me!" The water felt so good, spraying gently on us. I got to smell Aaron's hair again, I guess the steam brought out his scent, and it was beautiful. "I love you Aaron." "Love you too, baby." We hugged, kissed -- we played in the shower, did sword fights with our dicks. I never did know how you figured out who won. Oh, well. Then I took a chance and tickled Aaron. "Scotty, hey! Ahhh! SHIT!" Oh my GOD! I was GETTING to him! "Aw fuck! Ahhhhh!! Scotty, quit, ahaaaaaaaaaah!" Then he got the upper hand, again -- Aaron spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I must've looked scared, because his face changed in a flash, and there was his beautiful softness again -- a look I was sure was just for me. I only saw it when we were alone. Inside, I sighed a really happy sigh. He leaned down to kiss me. Mmmmmm! Stars again! We were both worn out, so I knew we needed a break. As we were drying ourselves, we just talked small talk and what we might do later. Go for a ride, maybe some volleyball. When we got back to the bedroom, I jumped into my shorts and T. No way was he ready for more now. I took one look at Aaron and knew I was wrong. He was almost hard, and playing with his dick, in a way that made me so hard, so fast -- looking at me again! I ran up to him and kissed him, and his dick pushed into my pubes, driving my hardon to bigger throbs. We embraced, and Aaron swayed, left and right, squeezing my dick, through my thin shorts, between his huge cock and my abs. I could feel pre-cum. I wasn't going to give him time to change his mind! I stepped away to undress. I put my thumbs into my shorts, and immediately pulled them out, and put my arms straight out -- an invitation for Aaron to undress me. I almost forgot. HE wanted to be the one to undress me, so I waited for him do it -- that felt so cool, just to wait. Suddenly, I put my arms out in FRONT of me, with my palms facing Aaron. A STOP signal. "Oh, God." I had to go to the bathroom. Bad timing! I was drooling over his hardon, and he was staring at my shorts, bulging. Neither one of us wanted to stop. "Scotty, what's up?" "I gotta go make stinkies," I said, quietly. I thought if I said it real soft, it would call less attention to it. This subject was SO embarrassing. I wished there was a button you could hit that would light up a sign that said, "TIME OUT" and everyone would have to shut up. I figured he'd just nod. "You gotta do WHAT?" Aaron said, almost shouting at me, but still with his incredible smile. Aaron took another breath. "What the fuck is, 'STINKIES?'" I wanted to DIE! I blushed SO bad. That's how we said it at MY house. "Aaron, you know! Going to the bathroom, when you don't JUST pee! You know!!!" "OHHHHH ...MAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!" He said it like he was going to let me tame him, but he had to complain first -- like that would make it OK somehow. I thought, 'ME tame him! Oh my God!' "STINKIES?" Aaron said, loudly. "You mean you're gonna take a SHIT?" Now he was louder -- big emphasis on the word, 'S**T.' I blushed more. I was so embarrassed. I HATED this subject. I hoped he was playing with me a little. I wanted to play back, but I was like brain-dead. Couldn't he just let me go? All of a sudden I was starting to think maybe he was going to cut into me for real, and not play anymore, or whatever he was doing. But I was starting to feel that I really WAS -- not just a lover, but very, very important to Aaron, in a deeper way -- not just because of sex, which WAS important -- (God, I couldn't believe this. SEX! Sex with Aaron. The untouchable, incredible, cutest guy in the country) -- but because of something else, something I didn't have a word for. I was pretty sure that was true. So I couldn't believe he would REALLY hurt me. I looked up at him. "Aaron, don't say it that way, I HATE that!" I gulped. 'Oh God! I sounded like 12! Oh well, maybe he'll like that. I can't UN-say it.' But I think I knew how to play back, now. "Aaronnnnnnnnnnn! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz..... don't!" It was another baby-like, 12 year-old plea. I could feel Aaron melting, my eyes warming him. My little penis did its own kind of warming. It was working. His face was softening -- that almost-sad, puppy look. My dick jumped. Was it his beautiful, sexy self that excited me now -- or was I getting off on seeing how he softened to me? Both, maybe. It was hard to figure this out. So many thoughts, so little time! 'Let's just have sex,' I thought. "Geezus! Now I can't say 'Take a shit!' DAMN!" He smiled -- half smile, half anger. Anger? He HAD to be enjoying this. Aaron was tough, but he was good -- anyone could see that, but there was a hidden goodness in him too, way down inside, and it was starting to show, now. Aaron's smile was all I needed, to know this was going to be OK. "Pleeeeeease?" I said, looking right into his eyes, my heart burning with the love I felt from him, for him. How could I be feeling love, talking about the worst subject in the world? But there it was. My heart was taking off again. "OK! OK! Go ahead, go make *stinkies,* goddammit." He still had that pretend-anger in his voice, but my head was shouting, 'VICTORY!' He never quit smiling, though. "Oh, AARON!!" I said, really loud -- half pretending to be mad at his choice of words -- and blushing. Peeing was one thing, but this really DID embarrass me. He put his hands on my shoulders, gently. "OK, little dude." As he said it, his eyes sparkled at me -- that warm look that said, 'I want you to be happy. I want to give to you.' -- In his own little macho way. Like all his tough motors just shut off. I got into the bathroom and closed the door. "Next thing you know, you'll want me to go to church with you on Sundays!" He yelled it, purposely loud enough to be heard through the bathroom door. Aaron's 'tone' was back. Even through the door, though, I could 'see' that smile. I grinned. I thought about what Aaron had just said. 'Ooooo, a CHALLENGE! Church on Sundays!' I thought. 'Oh well, not now.' I didn't think of myself as that religious, or anything, but I thought it was important to think about God, like we were taught. Anyway, my smile was back. I had finished 'business' in the bathroom, patted my hardon more than once, which reminded me that it was going to have a good time, REAL soon! It still made me dizzy thinking that Aaron actually fucked me, and that I did the same to him, and that he WANTED it!! Mmmmmmmm! I was looking around for some air freshener spray. Nada. OK, matches, then. Nope. Little tricks my dad taught me, to take the smell out of the bathroom. I was lost without these. I couldn't leave the room smelling that way, it just wasn't me. I ran out of ideas, so I thought a while. I opened the bathroom window, and stood there with a towel, waving it at the window, hoping to get the bad air out and the good air in. That was too slow. This was taking a while. The window was too small. 'I know. ALCOHOL!' I'd read about it. Alcohol was an air freshener. Sure enough, there was some rubbing alcohol in the little bathroom closet. I grabbed some toilet paper and wet it with the alcohol. Then I rubbed it all over the sink, the top of the toilet, and parts of the bathtub -- anything to spread the smell of the alcohol through the room. I used some after-shave lotion too, putting just a little on the tub ledge. Then, just to be sure, I found some spray cleaner with bleach, and scrubbed out the toilet. WHEW! I was going to have to remember to bring some air freshener with me next time. This was too much work. Didn't stop me from being horny! I was sweating, again, though. I touched my hardon for a sec. MMMM! Getting ready for Aaron. I could feel the precum. Now I HAD to wash my hands, and my arms. I got to thinking. I HAD been in the bathroom a LONG time. And Aaron was sooo horny. My heart started to pound a little, thinking my sex-god jacked off while I was in here. 'Nah! He wouldn't do that. Would he?' I decided I needed to shower, and never scrubbed and rinsed so fast. I dried myself in record time. I had this sexy shirt with really cool buttons, hanging on the back of the bathroom door, so I threw it on. I had no bottoms on, but what the hell! I was almost fnished buttoning the shirt, and ready to get out of the bathroom, when I heard Aaron. LOUD, again. "Hey, did you grab a sandwich and wait for it to go all the way through you, dude?" He had a way of being funny at the strangest times. I about DIED trying to be quiet so he couldn't hear me laughing. 'Why did I do that?' 'Hmmmm,' I thought. 'Maybe Aaron was worried that *I* was jacking off?!' I was done, and rushed back to the bedroom, in time to answer him, blushing with embarrassment again. "Ummm, no," I said, looking at the floor. "Well you took fuckin LONG enough to shit, shower and shave, and PAINT the goddamm place, man!" I shot a dirty look at him. He had said 'shit.' I watched his face. "OK, OK, 'MAKE STINKIES!' Aaron made a face at me when he said it, then he laughed. His teeth looked so cool when he smiled. "What's that smell?" Aaron said it innocently enough, then his face shifted. I was sure he had put two and two together, figuring *I* had something to do with it. I knew it was the alcohol or after-shave he was smelling. This was still embarrassing, and I kept blushing. "Uh, well... NOTHING, really, Aaron," I said, with my body leaning against him, like a little boy saying, 'Oh daddy, please don't be mad.' I really meant it, though. 'Uh oh,' I thought, as Aaron walked into the bathroom. "It smells like a HOSPTIAL in here. What the fuck did you do, little dude, sterilize the place?" Still, the smile was in his voice and he was having fun with this. I was pretty sure, anyway. Aaron turned around and headed back to the bedroom. I was in the doorway, so I backed up to let him into the room. His look told me he was waiting for me to answer. "Welllllll," I said, a little guilty, but smiling. "Oh, SHIT!" He said, with a huge grin. Then we both lost it. We fell on each other laughing. We almost lost our balance, we were laughing so hard. Scotty junior was throbbing like crazy. Finally, Aaron's strong arm pushed me on the bed, and he fell into the mattress with me. I had an idea what was coming. "You ARE something else, little dude." That threw me off guard enough for Aaron to grab my wrists together in one hand, and tickle the HELL out of me with the other. THAT'S what I thought was coming. It was a BRUTAL tickling. A couple of times, I actually COULD NOT breathe. And I thought I turned purple, but the two of us laughed our asses off. At the end, I really was having trouble breathing. Even Scotty junior went down. A FIRST, I think. Aaron must of been seriously concerned, because he got his worried, puppy-dog look. "Little dude!! BREATHE! You OK dude? Oh shit! STINKIES!! FUCK!!!" Yup, he was worried. I choked a few times then I breathed OK. My face felt really hot. "Oh, Scotty, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry man." He had his shorts on. GOD, he was sexy! -- Aaron my sex god. The dream guy of the whole high school. I was fine. It was still hard for me to believe that I was with him -- and ALONE! I felt this tugging in my groin, so I knew my dick was back on the job. My hand went to his shorts, and his HUGE hard bulge and wet spot was all I needed to see. "Thanks. I'm OK Aaron." I was feeling relieved, and aroused. I was happy for his concern. It made me feel good, in a whole different way. He was SO cool! "I'm sorry Scotty. Really, I am. I see your HAND is OK." Aaron was on top of me. He got his knees on either side of my hips, and started apologizing, and taking my shirt off. 'Oh GOD,' I thought. 'I'm going to HAVE him again.' Scotty junior went nuts. Aaron was in control, as usual. Except his dick was learning to jump out of control, like mine. Scotty junior was a good teacher. Each button he undid on my shirt meant it was time for a separate apology, he seemed to think -- and a lick somewhere on me, to go with it. I moaned at each lick, it tingled so much. Now, I was GLAD he'd almost choked me, before. Finally, the shirt came off. God, this kid is gorgeous. And now I love him, and I'm not sure who loves who more -- or maybe you can't know. I didn't care. Just looking at his sculpted body, his angel-boy face -- seeing the love in his eyes! SHIT, was I lucky! Me and Scotty! DAMN! "Are you going to make it up to me Aaron?" Like I needed to ask! "Oh yeah, little dude. Oh yeah." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." ------------------------------------------------ Postscript: To be continued? Your comments are the incentive and boost that will help make sure that more will be written. 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