Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 17:45:06 -0500 From: Russell S. Subject: I Wanna Know I Wanna Know By Russell S. res1961@airmail.net (m/m) This story contains what I hope are graphic depictions of sex between consenting adult males. If that turns you on, have a great time. If it doesn't, keep reading and maybe you'll have a good time, anyway. Unless you'll get in trouble for it. I WANNA KNOW "What the hell are you talking about?" asked Aaron, staring into the face of the younger man across the car roof from him. Keith was the younger man who had just asked a question. At eighteen, he was three years younger than Aaron and lacked the experience the older man had picked up in college. Or so Keith had heard from his classmate, Jason, Aaron's little brother. Keith asked again, "I heard someone say that you're gay, I just wanted to know is that true?" Aaron didn't answer. The question rolled around in his mind like a loose marble, cracking against different responses he could give and not feel like he was being backed into a corner. Aaron had begun to come out in college, but had talked to hardly no one at home. He didn't have to think very hard to figure out Jason had probably talked about it to Keith sometime between Christmas, Aaron's last trip home, and summer break. Aaron was glad to be out of classes for three months and hadn't anticipated anyone confronting him so soon, especially not in his hometown. "Did Jason tell you that?" "Yeah, right after New Years. He said he couldn't hold it in any longer, but didn't want to tell your mom and dad," Keith explained. "It bugged him a little, I guess." "Well, he needs to get over it," Aaron replied defensively. He turned away from Keith and continued washing his car, the activity he'd started half an hour before Keith had showed up in the driveway. It was a warm day so he'd dressed to take advantage of the sun and work on his tan, wearing only a pair of cutoffs. Several large wet patches darkened what little material covered his midsection, the water adding enough weight to the denim to make it sag low on his waist. Already tan, lean, and sporting a defined muscular body without appearing over-built, Aaron knew he looked good and didn't mind showing it off. "So," persisted Keith, "are you?" Aaron turned his head back in Keith's direction, his expression more angry than before. "Why the fuck are you asking me?" "Because..." Keith started. "Because..." "Well?" "I want to find out if I'm gay," Keith blushed. He looked away, shuffling his feet nervously, his toes curling against the soles of his flip-flops, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his shorts. A loose tank top hung from his shoulders. Aaron stared, but asked, "What am I supposed to do, use my gaydar? What a load of shit." Keith's embarrassment continued to increase, but he managed to speak. "Jason told me you're gay and you're the only guy I know who might be able to answer some questions. That's all, man. I just wanna know." Aaron could sense the confusion and embarrassment Keith felt, part of him remembered feeling the same way at the same age. He didn't want to get into a long discussion, but at the same time he couldn't ignore the boy's plea. "Come on, I'm done with the car, let's go inside. This conversation isn't so good for the front yard." "Thanks," Keith said, looking at the ground, but then suddenly into Aaron's eyes. "Thanks." Aaron put away the soap, hose and rags, Keith following close behind as the two young men went into the house, closing the garage door behind them. "Get comfortable, nobody else is home," Aaron mentioned, grabbing two Cokes from the refrigerator as they passed through the kitchen and into the den. "I know," Keith remarked, kicking off his flip-flops and falling onto the end of the sofa. "Parents and Jason are at the soccer tournament." "You had this all planned out?" inquired Aaron. "Kind of," said Keith. "I didn't want Jason involved. Its kind of a secret for now." "What do you want to know, besides if you're gay?" Aaron asked. "And I still don't know how you think I'm going to be able to tell you that. What brought this on?" Keith began to blush again, and hesitated. Aaron sat on the opposite end of the sofa waiting for more information. He caught himself checking out Keith's body, using his imagination to fill in the parts he couldn't see. "Stop it, you queer," he thought to himself, feeling a little guilty for the sudden images popping into his head, but still smiling on the inside. He felt his dick begin to expand ever so slightly, but in the confines of the cutoffs he already felt uncomfortably constrained. Keith finally continued. "I was seeing this girl. We did some stuff, nothing major. We were just talking about nothing one afternoon at school and she said I was too cute to be straight." "That's it?" Aaron replied sarcastically. He silently agreed with the girl, however, Keith was very cute. "No, she asked me why we hadn't done more together." "More? You mean going out? Making out?" "She wanted to know why I hadn't fucked her. It didn't happen right away so she figured I must be gay or something." "Did you try to fuck her?" Aaron wanted to know. "No," Keith confessed. "So that made you think you're even more gay than before," Aaron added. "I don't know if I'm gay. I'm afraid to find out." Aaron had loosened up during the conversation, becoming more aware of an attraction toward Keith. Maybe it was a feeling of power or experience or understanding that made Aaron more bold, he wasn't sure, but he became much more interested in the topic of their discussion. Aaron took a drink, then returned his gaze toward Keith. "How am I supposed to help?" he asked. "I still don't know where this is going." Keith was getting nervous again as he squirmed on his end of the sofa, trying to get comfortable. "You have to answer my question first." "Which one?" asked Aaron, somewhat perturbed. "Are you gay?" Aaron mulled over his answer again, still unsure about who to trust, but considered Keith to be a decent guy. "Yes, I'm gay." As soon as he heard himself say it he felt uncomfortably hot all over. He wanted to get up and walk out of the room, but stayed on the sofa in an attempt to calm down. He wanted to be out, he reminded himself. "Cool. I mean, that's ok, I got no problems with that," Keith said. "So, how did you know for sure?" "I don't know," Aaron attempted to explain. "I had these feelings about guys, I couldn't stop thinking about doings things, you know. Sex stuff." "I didn't think about those things until my girlfriend said I was gay," said Keith. "Now I don't know what to think. I have to know for sure. I can't deal with this. Fuck." "FUCK!" Keith shouted. "Why did she say that?!" "Chill, you'll figure it out. And either way won't be as bad as you think," reassured Aaron. "Be honest with me," Keith pleaded, "do I look gay? Am I a fag?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "You're not a fag. I've met a few, you don't fall into that category. As far as looking gay, I don't know what that means anymore. I thought I used to, until I started meeting other gay guys. Everyone of them is different." The two sat on the sofa several minutes as they finished their drinks in silence. Aaron again caught himself checking out Keith's body and the rounded lump in the crotch of his shorts. He eventually spoke again. "Now answer my question," Aaron demanded. "How am I supposed to help you figure out how you feel?" Keith sat quietly for another minute. He could feel the skin of his face begin to warm, knowing he was blushing again. "I thought, maybe, you could...you know, test me" he started. "Test you?" "Shit," Keith said almost too softly to hear. Summoning all his nerve, Keith formed the words in his mind before saying them out loud, "I thought you could fuck me." Aaron sat wide eyed, unable to respond. As the request sank in he began to smile, then laugh softly. "You think getting fucked will prove something?" "Yeah, I do," Keith answered seriously. "If I like it I'm gay, if I don't like it I'm straight. That's how it works." Aaron again felt his dick twinge within his cutoffs, this time accompanied by a strong surge of blood. No mistaking it, he was getting hard. "You've got some things to learn about being homosexual. Taking it up the ass isn't the cornerstone of being gay," Aaron tutored. "But if you think it will help, let's do it. I'll fuck you." The reality of the situation was suddenly presented to Keith. He'd offered his ass to someone just to satisfy his own desire to know the truth, now he was expected to go through with it. Nervous, Keith's dick shrunk to a small nub within his shorts just as Aaron's had taken another leap towards full length. Aaron could sense a wave of panic descend over Keith. "Hey, I'm not going to rape you, get that out of your head. If you want to get fucked, I'd love to do it. But I'm not going to force you." "I know," Keith said weakly. "I guess I wasn't ready for you to say yes." "We can stop right now before anything happens, it's up to you." Another moment of contemplation took hold of Keith as he looked around the room, fidgeted in his seat, then closed his eyes and lowered his head. When his eyes opened fifteen seconds later he looked right into Aaron's eyes again. "Let's go, I wanna know." Rising from the sofa Aaron took a few steps toward the hall. "Come on, in my room." Keith nervously jumped from his position on the sofa and followed Aaron to the back of the house where his bedroom door was located right across from his brother's. A connecting bathroom joined the two rooms. "Before we get down to business, I'm jumping in the shower. You're welcome to join me," Aaron suggested. "Uh..." Keith stammered, "I'll just wait for you. Is that ok?" "Sure. I won't be very long." With that Aaron popped the button on his cutoffs, unzipped, and pushed them down his legs. Facing Keith, he now stood naked, his cock stiff and standing almost vertical. He didn't want to tease or scare Keith, but if the kid was going to run, Aaron thought, it's better he do it sooner than later. Keith stared, but didn't move or say anything. Aaron gave a little smile, then turned, walking into the bathroom. He could feel Keith's eyes follow his ass the entire distance. Keith remained in place as he heard the water come on in the shower, then the splashing as Aaron washed and rinsed. Random images invaded his head, scenes of naked men in locker room showers, soaping up, leisurely letting the water clean their bodies, then one by one getting hard. Some of the faces in the daydream were other boys he knew from school, others were strangers. Now they were all talking, asking Keith to join them, but in his mind he couldn't move. He could only watch from a distance. Just then reality reared up before him again. "Why aren't you naked?" Aaron asked, smiling, as he walked back into the room. His cock had deflated about half way, but as he engaged Keith's attention once more it took a quick surge upward. "Jesus, Aaron," Keith muttered. "What's wrong?" Aaron wondered. "You still ok with this?" "Yeah," Keith answered. "I've just never had a guy point his cock at me before." "Relax," said Aaron. "It's part of sex, you know that much. Guys get hard. A lot. And if I'm going to fuck you I've got to be hard. Now get undressed." Keith began to obey, pulling his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. Aaron watched excitedly as the shorts came off next, then, with some reluctance, the boxers underneath. Naked, Keith was a fine specimen of male flesh. High school athletics had done a good job building him up, but his choice of non-contact sports had kept him from overdoing it. Nice and trim, slightly thin in build, just the beginnings of a hairy chest, he was very desirable as far as Aaron was concerned. Only one problem, Aaron thought to himself, he's not hard. "Nice body, Keith. You look great. No wonder that girl wanted to fuck." A bright red blush moved down over Keith's face, neck, and upper chest, and he smiled nervously. "Thanks." With an even wider smile, Aaron added, "I'd love to see you get hard." "Uh...yeah, about that," Keith pondered, "I usually get hard really quick, all the time at home when I'm naked. I don't know what's wrong." "I'm sure it's just nerves, a lot of new feelings you're going through all of a sudden," Aaron explained. "I bet I can help." "What do you mean?" Keith asked. Aaron answered by closing the short distance between them, then dropping to his knees. Glancing up at Keith's stunned expression, Aaron took Keith's cock into his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue. The physical response was immediate. "Shit!" Keith blurted as his cock jumped and expanded to fill Aaron's sucking mouth. "Oh, shit!" Aaron continued to suck, enjoying the taste of cock, the hard, wet texture, the smell, and the sounds Keith made as the blow job progressed. As he moved his mouth up and down Keith's cock Aaron slowly slid his hands up the back of Keith's legs. The feeling of tense muscle covered by lightly hairy skin turned Aaron on even more. His sucking motions sped up as he kneaded Keith's flesh, continually moving his hands upward toward the young man's butt. As the mounds of Keith's ass found their way under Aaron's fingers he began to fantasize what the fuck would be like. Right then Keith gave a particularly loud moan. Afraid he'd gone too far too fast Aaron pulled his mouth off of Keith's cock and looked up to his face. "Don't stop! I was going to cum, you fucker!" Keith yelled as Aaron tightly squeezed the base of his cock. "Oh, no, you're not," Aaron teased. "Not yet. You can cum while I'm fucking your ass. That will be the real test. Get on the bed." In a sexually induced fog Keith willingly settled onto his back in the middle of the bed, his wet cock hard against his stomach, a small amount of semen dripping from the end. He wanted badly to grab his own cock and jerk off, but instead watched as Aaron reached into a bedside table drawer and withdrew a small bottle. "Hands and knees," Aaron instructed. Keith was becoming more aware of the progression of things. "What for?" he asked. "Just do it, it will work better this way the first time," was Aaron's answer. In all honesty, Aaron didn't care what might work better, but he always liked fucking doggy style so he headed them in that direction. As Keith became slightly more nervous again his cock began to soften, but he followed Aaron's direction, turning over and assuming the position. Wasting no time Aaron flipped open the bottle and drizzled lube down the crack of Keith's ass. He watched as the thick fluid trickled along the fine hairs lining the outside of Keith's hole. Aaron's cock was dripping it's own lube as the precum pumped out in time to the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat. "You've got one fucking fine ass, Keith. Damn," Aaron said as he let a finger slide along the length of the crack. As he lightly touched the center Keith jumped. "Sorry," Keith apologized, "I didn't know you were going to do that." "I'm about to do a lot more," Aaron said lustily. "I hope you're ready for it." Aaron began a slow circular motion around Keith's asshole, teasing it with the lube, waiting to see what kind of reaction Keith made to the manipulation. Aaron noticed Keith had closed his eyes, his head hanging lower, turning side to side each time a finger crossed his puckered hole. "How's that feel?" Aaron wanted to know. "It's ok," said Keith. "Not as bad as I thought." "Yeah? How about this?" Aaron pushed his middle finger into Keith's ass to the second knuckle. "AAAHHH!" Keith squealed, but didn't pull away. "You like that?" Aaron asked as his assault continued with a slow in and out motion. "I don't...god...I don't know," Keith tried to say. "I've never felt anything like that before." "Does it hurt?" "No." "Cool," Aaron said smiling, pushing in deeper. "OOHHH!" "Hurt now?" "No," Keith breathlessly answered. Adding a little more lube Aaron worked his finger deep into Keith's ass as he felt the initial resistance fade away. Continuing to slowly finger fuck the wet hole with long strokes it was apparent things were going well so Aaron added a second finger, producing another round of moans from Keith, but no attempt to pull away or stop what was happening to him. Reaching around for Keith's cock, Aaron found it totally hard again and dripping it's own supply of lube. Aaron began a synchronized assault on Keith's ass and cock, but stopped after only a few seconds when Keith began to tense again and moan louder. "Fuck, Aaron," Keith begged, "stop doing that, I need to cum." "In a minute," Aaron promised. Reaching for a condom he'd retrieved earlier with the lube, Aaron tore the package and prepared his more than ready cock for Keith's ass. Applying one more squeeze of lube to himself and to Keith, Aaron lined up his cock to Keith's hole. As the head of Aaron's cock penetrated him, Keith's head snapped up as his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Aaron held still until he sensed Keith had relaxed enough to continue, then pushed again. Slowly, inch by inch was taken in by Keith's ass, the last inch actually disappearing as Keith pushed back towards Aaron, impaling himself on the full measure of Aaron's cock. "OH, GOD, AARON!" Keith gasped. "I can feel you inside me so hard!" Aaron felt the tight spasms within Keith's body as it continued to adjust to the new experience. "Feels fucking great," Aaron whispered as he bent lower, rubbing his chest against Keith's back. The muscular tension was making them sweat, the slick coating adding to the sensations of their bodies grinding together. Aaron slowly pulled out half way, then began pushing back in. Keith's ass seemed to grip him the entire length. "Fuck," Keith breathed. "Yeah?" Aaron asked his partner. Instinctively Keith knew what Aaron was asking. "Yeah. Fuck. Fuck me. Do it. Fuck me." Again withdrawing half way, Aaron began a slow deliberate rhythm in and out, fully enjoying the tremendous pleasure coursing through his cock and radiating out to the rest of his body. From the sounds he was making Keith was enjoying it just as much. "Ah...oohh...yeah...fuck..." Keith repeated with each series of strokes. As the encounter went on Aaron grew more fevered, going faster and harder, trying to match Keith's movement below him. "Mmmmm...take it...oh, shit...fuck...I'm going to cum!" Aaron realized too suddenly to delay it. "Damn it!" Quickly Aaron reached around once more for Keith's cock and began to jack it, smearing the accumulation of precum across the head. "MAKE ME CUM, YOU FUCKER!" Keith screamed as Aaron buried his cock as deep as he could into Keith's ass, the first blast of his own orgasm spewing his load into the condom, adding to the slickness. "SHIT, YES!" Aaron heard as he felt a huge wad of jizz jet out the head of Keith's cock. "FUCK, YES!" Aaron shoved hard again into Keith's ass as it clamped down tight while Keith had his orgasm. "Oh my god," Keith sputtered, as Aaron tried to catch his breath. "Get off me, I can't hold you up any more." Aaron reluctantly obliged, pulling his cock out of the best ass he'd fucked so far since coming out at college. "Keith, that was amazing," he said. "I really mean it, totally awesome fuck." Keith had flopped down onto the bed and rolled onto his back. Looking up at Aaron, seeing him hot and sweaty, his face flushed, his cock slimy with lube and cum as he pulled off the condom. Without speaking, Keith raised himself up and moved off the bed. His legs shaky underneath him, he staggered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Aaron was concerned, but didn't interfere. Wiping off some of the sweat with a dirty t-shirt from the floor, Aaron waited. After a few minutes he heard the shower come on. Walking to the door, Aaron knocked. "You ok?" His answer was delayed, but Keith answered from the other side of the door. "Yeah, I'm good." Soon hearing the water shut off, Aaron continued to wait, pulling on an old pair of shorts in preparation for Keith's return. Shortly, the door opened and Keith emerged, still slightly disheveled, but somewhat refreshed. He dressed in silence, glancing at Aaron off and on. As they walked back up the hallway and into the front room of the house, Aaron finally spoke. "So, are you ok with what happened?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not sure what to think yet," Keith said. "Just because you liked it still doesn't mean you're gay, you know," Aaron offered in comfort. "You think so? Cause I think I really liked it. Too much," Keith frowned. "I'm not ready to handle that." "If I helped, I'm happy. It was great being with you. Thanks." Keith looked one last time into Aaron's eyes. "Yeah, thanks, you too." "Hey," Aaron said, spreading his arms. Keith was unsure, but moved closer so Aaron could hug him. In the embrace Keith felt better, hugging Aaron in return. "Let me know if you want to talk later," said Aaron. "I'll be here all summer," he added, flashing a smile. As he walked down the driveway, Keith turned and shyly smiled back. "Great, there are a few more things I wanna know." END If you liked it feel free to send a note, res1961@airmail.net. Thanks.