A story by Altimexis
Welcome to the second installment of Love in a Chair. If you haven't read it already, please read the foreword under Chapter 1. It goes without saying that this story is under copyright. It is a work of pure fiction and any resemblance of characters to real people is completely coincidental. This story involves gay sex between minors and if reading it is illegal where you live, please don't.
Summary of Chapter 1: Aaron Johnson is a confused fifteen-year-old boy who is coming to terms with the realization that he is gay. He has a brother, Adam, who is thirteen years old and knew that Aaron was gay even before he did. A chance encounter with a friend of Adam's named Brian has left Aaron spellbound. Now Aaron knows he's gay - if only he could find a way to see Brian again.
A couple weeks of had passed since Aaron and Brian's fateful encounter. Just about every night Aaron found himself jerking off while thinking about him, and some mornings, too. He just couldn't keep his mind off him. He imagined seeing Brian naked, just like in his fantasy. He imagined seeing his dick, touching his dick, and he even imagined doing something he never thought he'd do - he imagined sucking his dick. Sucking cock had never turned him on before - he thought of it as filthy, as gross - but for some reason he really, really wanted to suck the blond kid's dick. Although he'd never seen Brian's dick, he imagined what it must be like. Probably cut, like his own, but much better proportioned. Certainly longer than his, and thicker. And so soft, silky soft, yet hard. As he thought these thoughts he had some of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had in his young life.
Thanksgiving came and went and Aaron kept looking around the school, trying to catch another glimpse of the kid. It was a huge high school with nearly a thousand students in each class, so it wasn't surprising that they never crossed paths. Aaron didn't know what he'd do if he ever actually saw Brian again. He'd probably just stare at him again and then look away. He sighed heavily, resigning himself to just jerking off to his fantasies. But there was no denying it now, he was sure he was gay. His fantasies were no longer generic - now he had a face he saw - a real person he wanted to get to know. He knew he'd have to tell his parents he was gay, and he thought they'd probably take it OK - he knew they even had gay friends - he just wasn't ready yet. He was just coming to accept it himself.
Tuesday morning started out just like any other morning. Aaron got up, showered and shaved, and then stood looking at himself in the mirror. His dick started to get hard and he started to stroke it. In the mirror, he imagined seeing Brian sneak up from behind him and grab him around the waist. He turned his head and their lips met in a deep, passionate, lingering kiss. Aaron felt Brian's dick, hard and poking him between his butt cheeks. Brian moved his hands lower and his right hand grasped Aaron's hard-on and started to stroke it while cupping his balls with his left hand. It was driving Aaron crazy! His dick erupted with shot after shot of cum - it got all over the faucet, some of it even reached the mirror - almost none of it landed in the sink. Aaron groaned. Brian had vanished and he was left alone to clean up the mess. He didn't have time for breakfast now, so he quickly dressed and ran to catch the school bus.
When Aaron got to school, he looked around carefully as he went to his locker and then to his first class. Second period was study hall - a really stupid time to have a study hall - and his thoughts wandered aimlessly as he tried to work on his assignments. His thoughts just kept coming back to Brian - he just couldn't help it - but then there was a knock on the door and in walked Brian! Aaron was absolutely beside himself. He couldn't help but stare. Right in the front of the classroom was Brian!
Brian walked up to the teacher and handed her a note. She read the note and then turned to the class and told them, "If I could have your attention please, this young man has an announcement."
Brian jerked his head slightly to get his hair out of his eyes, cleared his throat, and started to speak.
"My name is Brian Sandler, and I'm here to talk to you about a group called Students for Peace. I know many of you have mothers or fathers in Iraq, or maybe even a brother or sister there. Believe me, we support our troops and this isn't just about the Iraq War. It's about violence in the streets, it's about the mindless conflicts all over the globe, and it's about hunger and starvation. As Christmas, or Chanukah, or Kwanzaa or whatever holiday you celebrate approaches, please keep in mind the message of peace that goes with the season."
Aaron was absolutely mesmerized watching Brian. He heard his speech - in fact, he hung on every word - but he couldn't help but stare at him and his beautiful lips as they moved. The best part was he could stare without fear of being caught! This was the first time he had seen Brian without a coat and he liked what he saw. Brian was wearing a brown plaid flannel shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button. He was wearing a gold chain that was just barely visible. He wore loose-fitting cargo pants that hung down over his sneakers, leaving much to the imagination as to what was underneath. As he spoke, his nearly shoulder-length blond hair swayed slightly as his head and eyes scanned the room, seeking to make eye contact with each and every student.
And then, Brian made eye contact with Aaron. Suddenly, they were staring at each other. Brian's voice faltered for just a second, and then he resumed his speech and his scanning of the room, but every few moments his gaze returned to Aaron. It was clear to Aaron that Brian was staring back! He couldn't believe the sensations that were going through his body. His dick was as hard as he'd ever felt it - straining for release from the tight confines of his jeans. And every time they made eye contact, he felt a jolt of electricity running through his body. He was on fire!
"So again, the rally is this Saturday night. We'll meet at the Unitarian Church on Jefferson Road at 6 PM and begin our march from there. Now an event like this takes a lot of work and we're going to need some extra help to get things set up. We're asking for one or two volunteers from each class we visit to come at 2PM to help make posters and stuff. Now please don't feel coerced or anything, but we really could use the help."
Aaron didn't need to be coerced. He cared deeply about the cause, but he just wanted to be near Brian. His hand went up like lightening - almost too fast. He looked around the room and his was the only hand raised. Brian approached him and asked, "What's your name?"
Aaron could barely speak. He just kind of sat there looking almost dumbfounded. Finally, he barely managed to eke out, "Aaron. I'm Aaron Johnson."
Brian reached out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Aaron." As they made physical contact, a quivering sensation passed through his body. He could swear that Brian felt it too from the reaction on his face. He couldn't believe how soft Brian's hand was. The feeling of simple skin-on-skin contact was amazing. He'd shaken many hands before, but never felt something like this. "We're really glad to have you on board," Brian seemed to barely be able to say. "Could you give me your phone number, in case we need to reach you?"
Aaron continued to hold Brian's hand, far longer than he should have. Finally, he released it and gave Brian his number. Brian wrote it down and took a card out of his pocket, handing it to Aaron as he said, "Here's my number, just in case you need to call me or anything. Please call if you can't make it for any reason." Brian smiled at him and then he looked down. Aaron swore he was looking at his crotch. They made eye contact again and Brian continued, "Just call me, `K?" With that Brian turned around and walked out of the room.
Aaron couldn't breathe. He just sat there, unable to study or even think. He started to feel confined - in more ways than one. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he got up and asked the teacher if he could use the boys' room. He hoped she didn't see his erection. He entered the restroom and went into an empty stall. Even though there wasn't anyone else in the restroom, he still felt nervous as hell. He couldn't help himself - he lowered his jeans, sat down and started to stroke himself. He didn't need to fantasize this time. He thought of Brian standing in front of him, looking down at him as he sat at his desk. He thought about Brian's long, golden hair hanging down in front of him as he leaned forward. He thought of Brian's smooth chest as it slowly came into view in front of his face - he couldn't see his nipples, but he imagined them in all their beauty. He thought about the electrifying feeling when their hands made contact, and those piercing blue eyes. It didn't take long - Aaron's load shot straight up and hit him on his nose, and then several spurts landed on his shirt before his balls were spent. He quickly came down from his high and looked in horror as his cum started working its way into the fabric. This was a disaster.
There was just no way he could have cum so strong! He'd jerked off last night and again this morning. What was he going to do? Aaron quickly used toilet paper to wipe off the cum on his face and his hand, and the then wiped as much of it as he could off his shirt. He pulled up his pants and went to the sink - the trail of cum was unmistakable. Aaron took some paper towels, wet them, and rubbed furiously, trying to get his semen out of the shirt. However, it only seemed to make things more apparent as the paper shed telltale bits all over his shirt. He worked on it and worked on it until the shirt looked more wet than anything, but he couldn't be seen like this. He had to get out of there. He needed a fresh shirt and he was just going to have to cut school. He knew guys who did it all the time, but he'd never cut school before.
Aaron sneaked out of the restroom and tried sneaking down the hall, planning his escape route. Suddenly a door opened behind him and he heard a familiar, beautiful voice call his name. "Aaron?" He turned around and as he did so, they both froze in their tracks. Neither one of them could move. They just stood there, staring at each other, neither one knowing what to say. Finally, Brian approached and looked down at Aaron's shirt and said, "Had a little accident?"
Aaron's face turned deep red and he replied, "Well, uh, I spilled something . . ."
Brian looked back up at Aaron's eyes and somehow he knew. With the cutest smirk on his face, he said, "Yeah, right. I bet you spilled something, and I bet I know where it came from, too." He hesitated for a moment and then said. "If that's what I think it is, I'm actually kinda' flattered." Brian looked down at his shoes and continued very softly, "If I didn't have so many classrooms to visit, I would have done it too." Now it was Brian who was blushing a deep shade of red. He was so cute!
He continued, "You know . . . I've been thinking a lot lately about who I am and what I like. Until the other night when I saw you at the movies . . . I just wasn't sure. I mean . . . well . . . I thought I liked girls and all, and I never even thought I might be gay, but I guess down deep I never really considered myself straight either. Seeing you like that changed everything . . . and then I knew, and I've been able to think of little else since. Aaron, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I've never been one to beat around the bush."
Aaron didn't know what to say. "I, uh . . . I . . ."
Brian put his finger to his mouth. "Shh, don't say anything." Brian looked around, grabbed Aaron's hand and pulled him back into the boy's room. He threw his arms around Aaron's waist and stared longingly into his eyes. Aaron could feel their bodies make contact and Brian was shaking. He himself was trembling - they were both nervous as hell. He couldn't believe what was happening. Brian started to tilt his head as he moved his lips slowly and steadily toward Aaron. Their lips made contact and waves of the most unbelievable sensations coursed through their bodies. At first, their kiss was tentative, but then they both let go and their lips formed a seal. Aaron wanted to stick his tongue into Brian's mouth and he secretly wished Brian would do the same, but he was too scared, too nervous and frightened someone would come in and see them. He felt his dick straining once again against his jeans and he swore he felt Brian's erection poking him in the thigh.
Suddenly, the bell rang loudly, scaring the shit out of the both of them. They broke their kiss and separated to a more respectable distance. Brian looked at Aaron and said, "I know what you're thinking, but don't. Really, your shirt's almost dry and no one's gonna' notice." Aaron actually had forgotten about the shirt. Brian suddenly seemed more hesitant. "I, I hope you feel about me the way that I feel about you." Tears started to form in his eyes. "I hope I didn't make too much out of it man. If I did, I'm sorry."
Finally, Aaron got the courage to say something as he gently, but discretely put his hand on Brian's shoulder. "You didn't make too much of anything, Brian. I, I, I didn't think I was gay either, but whenever I see you, I know that I am." There, he'd actually said it.
The most beautiful smile spread over Brian's face as Aaron continued, "I never believed in love at first sight, but this sure feels close."
Brian said, "I know, I feel the same way." He looked off to the side and continued, "I've got to hit some more classrooms - I'm only excused for another period and you've got to get to class. Aaron, I meant what I said - you've got my card. Call me, `K?"
"'K, I will," was all Aaron could muster as they went their separate ways. Aaron suddenly remembered he'd left his book bag in his study hall and he quickly ran back to retrieve it. He was a few minutes late for his next class and the teacher gave him a stern look as he took his seat. He might as well have cut the rest of the school day; he couldn't concentrate on anything other than Brian.
During the ride home on the school bus, Aaron sat alone as always. Oh, there was a kid sitting next to him who was engaged in an animated conversation with the kids in the row behind him, but Aaron didn't even notice them. His mind was elsewhere. He stared blankly out the window at the bleak December landscape, but he didn't really see what was out there. His mind was elsewhere. He was so zoned out with thoughts of Brian that he missed his bus stop and had to walk back several blocks through snow and slush to get back to his house.
Aaron opened the door, stepped inside, removed his now snow-covered sneakers, and walked into the kitchen. He was shivering from the cold and his lips were blue. Adam was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking chocolate milk and eating some Oreos. Adam looked up at his brother and said, "What the fuck happened to you?"
"None of your fucking business squirt. How'd you get home so fast anyway? I thought you had a meeting or something." The two brothers usually took the same bus to their respective schools, which were only a block apart.
"Yeah, but I still beat you home. Didn't you take the bus?"
"Yeah, well, I did, but I wasn't paying attention and missed the stop. I missed it by a lot."
Adam knew his brother could be pensive, but it wasn't like him to just zone out like that. He looked at Aaron and realized that under the shaking exterior and blue lips was something else. His eyes were distant and there was a weak smile on his face. He knew that look - he'd seen in on Jamie's face when he fell hard for Stacy. Adam's big brother was in love. He couldn't help but break out in a big grin. It was funny, but while Adam was nearly two years younger than his brother, he was much more socially adept and couldn't help but slip into the "big brother" role when it came to matters of love. Annoying as he found Aaron to be, he could sympathize with what he was going through, and could only imagine what the added burden of being gay was doing to him.
Aaron finally began to come out of his fog and noticed that his brother was smiling and staring at him. "What are you looking at, you little twerp?"
"Who is he?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Aaron replied as he shifted his gaze to the floor.
"C'mon, don't deny it. Who is he? Is he cute?"
Aaron couldn't even talk. He just kept staring at the floor and started to blush.
"Let me guess, is it Brian?"
Aaron started blushing deeply on hearing Brian's name.
"It's Brian, isn't it? You saw Brian at school today."
Aaron slowly and barely started to nod.
"C'mon, bro. Have a seat."
Aaron seemed to float into the closest chair and sat across from his brother at the kitchen table. Even without his brother's assistance, Aaron's legs just couldn't have continued to support him if he'd tried. But even as he sat there across from Adam, his mind was still elsewhere. He just stared off into space.
"Hello! Earth to Aaron." Adam snapped his fingers in front of Aaron's face. Suddenly, Aaron snapped out of it and looked back at his brother. Adam continued, "So, tell me about it already."
At first, Aaron couldn't seem to talk, but this was all new to him and in a certain way, he enjoyed talking to his more experienced younger brother. "Well, there's going to be a rally this Saturday by a group called Students for Peace."
"Yeah, some kid came to our science class to tell us about it. So, go on."
"Well, it was Brian who came to tell us about it." Aaron blushed a deep shade of crimson. "I popped a boner almost the second he entered the room. I couldn't help it."
"And let me guess, you volunteered to help with the rally?"
"Yeah . . ." Aaron cocked his head and smiled a bit. "And he shook my hand and I gave him my number and he gave me his."
"Hey, the guy in our class did the same thing when Kenny volunteered. It's not quite the real thing, you know."
"Yeah, but I ran into him again in the hall."
"And we talked."
"And we kissed," Aaron said, barely in a whisper.
"Really! You sly dog! Did you kiss on the lips?"
Aaron nodded his head yes.
"You kissed, right out in the open?"
"Well, we ducked into a restroom, but, yeah, I guess. But it was before the bell rang."
"Not like you to be out in the hall during class."
"It was just study hall."
"Yeah, but you never do that ordinarily."
"Well, I was a bit, ah, uncomfortable."
"I did, and I got it all over my shirt and I tried to wash it out and my shirt ended up being all wet and I decided to just ditch school and I forgot that my book bag was back in the study hall and I was just walking down the hall, trying to escape, when out popped Brian."
"Whoa. Slow down a bit. So you ran into him in the hall and you, like, just smooched up?"
"Well, we talked a bit. And we came out to each other. I mean, I don't know how I had the courage to do that. Hell, I haven't even come out to myself really, but somehow I just knew that this was right. I couldn't take my eyes off him. And it's weird, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off me."
"So you got his number. Are you going to call him?"
"Well, he asked me to, but I don't know. I mean he only gave it to me because of the rally, but he asked me to call him anyway, so I guess, yeah. . . ."
"You got it bad, bro."
Well, that's it for the second installment of Love in a Chair. Hope you like it so far. Don't believe in love at first sight? Well, my wife and I were engaged scarcely a week after we met, and married before the end of the year. We've been together for more than 20 years! (If you didn't know I was married, go back and read the foreword in Chapter 1 - I'll have more to say about my situation at the end of the story.) Please email me your comments. I will try to respond to all email except flames, but I make no promises. I would like to thank Riley James of the Rainbow Community Writing Project for her help with editing Love in a Chair and for hosting my story. I would also like to thank WriteByMyself and my other editors for their invaluable suggestions. The next installment should be posted in a week or two.