Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 17:47:06 PDT
From: Jason Trower <jaytrower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Strawberry Boy, chapter 7

Hello! As I promised, chapter 7! This is my longest chapter yet, I'm
surprised I finished in time. Hope you guys don't expect this to happen
every week =) Enjoy it, and remember to tell me what you think,
jaytrower@hotmail.com, Laters.

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The Strawberry Boy
Chapter 7

By Jason Trower

   The sun was harsh that July afternoon and I was beginning to feel like a
lobster being boiled to death. A relaxing swim in the lake had cooled off
Alex and I, but now that we were walking home I could feel the bare skin on
my shoulders and back becoming tight and irritated. We had forgotten our
sunblock and now it looked like we could both expect a decent sunburn.

   "Maybe next time we should go swimming at night," Alex said squinting
and smiling. "Of course then we wouldn't need to wear shorts either."

   He laughed at his suggestive joke and I smiled, but it was a fake smile.
Alex and I had always joked like that, acting gay and stuff, but for some
reason he had been doing it a lot more than usual. Every time we were
together he was making a joke now, but he didn't seem to have the same
attitude about it. Almost as if his laugh was just a cover. And to make
matters more curious he had stopped asking about my love interest. Did he
somehow suspect that I was in love with a guy? Did he like guys? Why didn't
a cute boy like Alex have a girlfriend? Did he suspect I had loved him? Did
he know what he was doing to me?

   I suddenly realized that I had asked myself these same questions about
Aaron weeks earlier, and it scared the hell out of me. I loved Aaron with
every ounce of my existence, he was my soulmate, there would never be
another for me. But so many old feelings for Alex were coming to the
surface, like sea monsters popping up unexpectedly.

   I found it hard to keep my eyes off him as we walked to my house wearing
only wet swimming trunks. He was beautiful, slightly bigger built than
Aaron, his muscles more prominent, same height as me, short Ebony hair all
wet and messy from our swim. Of course his hair was usually gelled up all
messy and I'd always thought it looked so cute.  And those wonderful hazel
eyes of his! Green at the center, fading to a narrow brown ring. Oh where
was Aaron? Why wasn't he there to keep my mind from wandering to Alex?

   We finally reached my house, escaping the brutal sun, and headed for the
bathroom in the basement to change out of our wet trunks. This was a
torture I'd almost forgotten about, that I thought I'd left behind at the
end of the school year when Alex and I had PE together. Seeing Alex naked
and showering had almost been too much for me then, and now I was about to
be subjected to it again. He kicked off his shoes as I went to find some
fresh towels in the laundry room and get a few seconds to myself so I could
take my mind off his naked body and prevent any "mechanical" problems. But
when I finally returned to the bathroom Alex was standing nude, turning on
the water in the shower stall in the corner of the room. I paused for a
moment, a moment too long. My eyes focused on his tight body and that
beautiful, and large, piece of meat dangling between his legs.

   "Jay!" he said startling me, "something wrong?"

   I had been staring so intently, admiring his manhood that I hadn't
noticed him turn to look at me. I wasn't quite sure if I turned red or
white.

   "Um...no...nothing's wrong," I stuttered and put the towels on the
counter.

   "Then get your shorts off and lets get washed off, that lake water feels
scummy today."

   I hadn't looked at him since I'd set the towels down and between the
thoughts spinning in my head and my eagerness to act calm and normal
something had slipped my mind. I dropped my wet shorts and kicked them away
before I realized that I was fully erect. I looked down in disbelief at my
hard penis then looked up to see Alex standing right there in front of me,
looking into my eyes.

   "It's alright, Jay," he said softly, stepping slightly closer.

   My eyes were locked on his but for some reason I could also see his
entire tanned body and his impressive cock beginning to lengthen and
stiffen, swelling with the anticipation and desire in his eyes. Somewhere
back in the depths of my mind a voice yelled to me, pleading with me to
remember Aaron, my true love, but my heart and body were being pulled
towards Alex like steel to a magnet. I took a tiny step towards him and
placed my hands on his firm torso. I leaned in slowly, my sensitive cock
head brushing against his thick fleshy organ, and pressed my lips to his
for the first time. My mind went blank, the only thing I was aware of at
that moment was the feel of his body, of his lips, of his warm penis
against mine.

   Our kiss stopped slowly and I leaned back opening my eyes. But Alex no
longer had that look of lustful longing, no look of satisfaction or love,
only a mixture of horror and panic. I was frozen with dread and the reality
that I must have just imagined all the signs and kissed him by surprise,
catching him completely unawares and making probably the biggest mistake of
my life. He began to shake visibly and his voice trembled and cracked
sounding almost as if he was about to burst into tears.

   "I...I...gotta go," he said quickly pulling on his wet trunks and
stumbling towards the stairs.

   "Alex wait!" I said, my vision blurring as I began crying.

   He stopped halfway up the steps and turned to look back at me as I wiped
the tears from my face.

   "It's ok," he said slowly, "I like....."

   Everything faded to black as Alex's voice trailed off, gradually being
drowned out by the sound of a lawn mower. Slowly I opened my eyes and
seeing a ceiling fan sighed in relief. I was lying in Aaron's bed on my
back, Aaron half on top of me, still asleep. His hairless leg was over
mine, his arm draped across my stomach, his head resting on my chest. I was
so relieved to be there with my lover, the only boy I wanted. I brushed my
fingers through his silken hair causing him to stir slightly, giving me a
sleepy hug and snuggling closer. Oh I loved him so much, how could I
possibly love him more? He was the perfect picture of peace and beauty as
he slept. His soft reddish hair, his skin smooth as glass, his sweet warm
breath blowing gently on my chest. And he was holding me! Sometimes the
realization that the most beautiful boy in the world was in love with me
almost brought me to tears. This was one of those gentle tender moments
that I wanted to last forever. If I never again left that bed I could still
die happy.

   Aaron stirred again and sighed, looking up at me with a drowsy grin as
he opened his eyes.

   "Good morning lover," I said as I kissed him on the forehead.

   "Do I have to get up?" he asked innocently. "Can't we stay here, like
this, all day?"

   "That's fine by me," I said hugging him close to me. I could feel his
erection pressing against my hip and my own penis began to respond. It was
warm and the thin white bed sheet barely covered our nakedness. I ran my
hand up and down Aaron's back as he nuzzled closer still, kissing my chest
softly and rubbing my stomach. He moved his leg up and down, rubbing his
smooth skin against mine. I admired his strong legs, well toned from hours
of soccer.

   "Damn," he said quietly, sighing with disappointment. "The soccer
game. I gotta be there by 11:00"

   I checked the clock and wondered to myself if Aaron had read my mind. It
was 10:30, no time for love. We both wanted to stay in bed and make love,
but Aaron had skipped the last game they'd planned for that reason. And now
that Chad didn't seem to show up for any of the games they needed all the
players they could get. I thought for a minute about Chad. It seemed so
alien to me, something I just couldn't comprehend. That somebody could be
such a good friend and then turn so harshly. What had Aaron done so wrong?
All he had done was love another person. But I guess I was right, somebody
like Chad could never understand real love, the concept was just too much
for him to handle. Neither of us had seen much of him since that fateful
night at the party.

   Aaron and I climbed out of bed and began to get dressed, sneaking
whatever kiss or touch we could. I had to restrain myself, I knew that if
we became too involved we'd end up back in bed and Aaron would never make
the game. It was almost impossible. Every time my hands or my lips touched
his skin, tasted his breath, or stroked his hair I was overwhelmed with
desire and a yearning to prove my love to him, to share our bodies, hearts
and souls again and again.

   Aaron finished dressing and stood in front of me. His face was
expressionless but his eyes said it all.

   "I love you Jay," he said as he kissed me softly on the lips. No tongue,
almost no pressure, just a gentle, slow kiss that melted my heart.

   We walked to the playing field behind the school, talking happily about
the game and our other plans for the day. It was times like these that I
knew Aaron and I were friends first, before all else.

   Everyone had arrived and was eager to start playing, yelling and teasing
Aaron for always being the last one to show. The usual group of friends
were there to watch, sitting on the low bleachers at the side of the field
and I walked over to sit with Alex, TJ, and two girls I didn't know. I
couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable around Alex lately,
especially after the dream I'd had that morning. Why did these feelings
have to resurface after all this time? Why couldn't I just love Aaron and
forget that anybody else even existed? I made small talk for a while,
putting on a fake smile but Alex knew me too well and I could tell he was
eyeing me, wondering why I seemed so distant. I kept my eyes on the field
and tried to watch the game, concentrating on my true lover. It was always
great to see Aaron in action. To watch him play with such power and force
and know that he could also be so graceful and gentle. It was also quite a
turn on to see him demonstrating his athletic skill, watching his muscles
flex and his body strain as he poured his heart into the game. Aaron put
his heart into everything he did, one more of the many reasons I loved him.

   "Jay?" Alex said, startling me, "something wrong?"

   "What? I mean...no, nothin, why?" I said unconvincingly.

   "Well, you've been sitting here the whole time and have barely said a
word. You're daydreaming, you look worried, and it's not just today, it's
every time I see you."

   Alex was talking in almost a whisper now, trying to be quiet around
everyone else, but still wanting to help or comfort me. If only he knew the
cause of my worries. For a minute I wished he did know. Maybe then he
wouldn't be leaning so close to me, whispering in my ear, driving me
crazy. I'd been looking at my feet but turned to look at Alex. For a moment
our faces were inches apart and our eyes were locked.

   "I'm fine," I said, looking away quickly, hoping he wouldn't press the
issue.

   "Ready to go, dude?" Aaron asked, happily grinning at me.

   The game had ended and I didn't even know who won. I'd been so wrapped
up in my thoughts that I'd missed the whole game! Judging by the big
comical smile Aaron was giving me I assumed his side had won and
congratulated him on a great game. I said a quick goodbye to the other guys
and we set off for home.

   "You weren't even watching were you?" Aaron asked after we'd walked some
distance from the field.

   "Of course I was," I said, only half lying.

   "Then you should have known that I didn't win, we lost 4-0," he said
still grinning.

   I tried to come up with an excuse but I knew I was caught in a lie.

   "You know why we lost?" he asked. "Cause I was too busy stealing glances
at you instead of guarding. And you were so busy watching me you didn't
even know what anybody else was doing."

   Aaron was almost laughing now and I couldn't help but smile and giggle
myself.

   "We are hopeless," he said shaking his head, "I cant get through a
single soccer game without looking over at you and thinking of how much I
want to finish the game so we can go home and screw."

   I was outright laughing by now and Aaron threw his arm around my
shoulder as we walked up my front lawn. I was pleasantly surprised to find
nobody home and grinned mischievously at Aaron.

   "Well, don't bother taking a shower just yet, looks like I'll be getting
hot and sweaty too."

   Aaron smiled and soon we were standing in the kitchen kissing wildly,
sucking at our lips, our tongues frolicking in each others mouths. Aaron
moved to kissing my neck and I whispered in his ear.

   "Not here, lets go to my room."

   We quickly ran off to my room, and once the door was closed not another
word was spoken. We stood before each other, looking into our eyes and
moving slowly. Aaron pulled his shirt off and wiped his chest with it
before tossing it aside. Then he stepped up to me, placing his hands at my
waist and leaning in to kiss my lips. His hands pulled my shirt up to my
chest, his thumb rubbing my nipple in small circles. I sighed and broke our
kiss, letting him remove my shirt completely. I unbuckled my cutoffs and
stepped out of them as they fell to the floor. Aaron lead me by my hand to
the bed and we both laid down in one anothers arms, kissing and rubbing
with our chests pressed together.

   Aaron was full of adrenaline from the soccer match and was really taking
control. His lips were all over me, my face, my neck, my chest, my arms,
everywhere. His lips nibbled at my collar bone as his hand entered the
front of my boxer briefs, massaging my swollen balls before pulling my hard
shaft out the opening at the front. His fingertips traced its length gently
as he sucked at my nipples. All I could do was hold his tender young body
close and let him control me.

   Soon he began to slide off the bed, moving his hand and lips away from
me reluctantly. He stood at my side and dropped his Umbros, freeing his
beautiful hard on. I stared at it, almost drooling, as he hooked his
fingers in the waist of my underwear and began pulling them off. I lifted
my hips to let him as he slid them down, his hands caressing my legs as he
went. Like an animal stalking its prey he crawled on all fours up the end
of my bed, between my spread legs and settled his weight over me. Our
mouths met again and shared gasps of breath as Aaron began a graceful grind
with his hips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him tight
against me, feeling his smooth skin against mine, his hardness pressing
into mine, his lips on mine.

   We rolled over, still holding each other. Back and forth until I was on
top, kissing every inch of his smooth body, all over his neck, chest, arms
and legs. I couldn't stop, neither of us could. We were wild with passion
like never before, nearly on fire with lust and consumed with love at the
same time. I was driven crazy with carnal desire by every feature of his
young body, his smooth chest, his small hard nipples, his copper skin, his
strong legs wrapped around my back. But it was the love in his heart, the
love meant for me that sent me to heaven.

   I watched his chest rise and fall with every heavy breath as my lips
slid down his firm stomach. I held his beautiful erection in my hand and
began to massage the smooth pink tip with my lips. His sweet precum began
leaking more and I started sucking gently trying to taste all I
could. Aaron moaned as I took more and more of his length into my mouth. I
wanted to go slow and make this last as long as possible but I was nearly
out of control. I wanted to taste his delicious meat so bad I couldn't
stop. I sucked and licked as hard and fast as I could as his cock grew even
bigger and stiffer, his legs writhing around me. My head was bobbing up and
down, letting my lips stroke his shaft as my tongue bathed the head. I went
down again, taking his entire length, pressing my nose into his short
reddish brown pubes.

   "Jay...Jay," Aaron whispered to me, "please...fuck me please."

   It took everything I had to pull his luscious hard on from my mouth, but
I crawled over him, looking into his eyes before giving him a long slow
kiss on the lips. As our lips parted Aaron lifted his legs slowly, inviting
me to pleasure him from the inside. I got into position but tried my best
to go slower this time. I wet my finger in my mouth and made gentle circles
around his pink entrance as I kissed his ankles. I slid my first finger in
making slow circular movements, preparing him for more. Soon I slid a
second finger in and pushed in and out as Aaron gasped with excitement and
anticipation. He was getting close and I knew it wouldn't take long for
either of us to reach that blissful moment. I carefully removed my fingers
and pressed my head to his hole. A gentle push was all it took and I began
to slowly slide into his hot body. Aaron whimpered and moaned, arching his
back and squirming. I pumped myself in and out of my boyfriend trying hard
to keep it slow and gentle.

   "Oh Jay....uh...uh...all the way in...deeper." He panted lustfully.

   I lifted myself over him thrusting my cock into his tight hole as far as
I could, my balls rubbing against his soft smooth ass. It was all I could
take. Aaron let out a passionate moan, his muscles tightening as he went
over the edge of orgasm. I pushed my weight against him and pumped him full
of hot cum, moaning, almost screaming out to him.

   "Oh Alex!" I moaned, "Oh God I love you Alex!"

   We collapsed in a twisted, sweaty, sticky pile of naked flesh. It took a
few minutes before I even had the strength to carefully pull myself from
Aaron and roll over. I laid on my side next to him, holding him in my arms
and kissing his shoulder. He turned his face to me and I looked up into his
eyes with a satisfied grin. But Aaron looked more confused and hurt than
fulfilled. His mouth hung open slightly as he searched for the right
words. There was a long, awkward silence before he finally said anything.

   "You...called me Alex," he said slowly. "You yelled his name, you called
me Alex."

   I was confused for a second myself, trying to replay every thought I'd
had during our love making. And then with a sickening feeling I realized
that I had, I had called him Alex.

   "Aaron....I'm sorry...I couldn't control myself," I started to explain.

   "You what?" he asked sharply. "No wonder you weren't watching the game,
sitting with Alex, right there in front of me and you're messing around
with somebody else?"

   Aaron pulled away from me and got out of the bed, a tear running down
his cheek. He began to dress quickly and I was so shocked and confused I
could barely speak.

   "Aaron...wait...no I never messed around with anybody, I'd never do that
to you," I pleaded.

   "No, but you sure can yell somebody else's name while you're fucking
me," he said angrily.

   He was almost sobbing now and puling his shoes on. I jumped out of bed
and grabbed a pair of boxers, hoping I could stop him from leaving. I put
my hand on his shoulder but he pulled away.

   "Just leave me alone," he snapped, "I knew it was too good to be true, I
knew I couldn't have the perfect relationship with the guy I've loved all
my life"

   I was stunned, did he just say 'all my life'? I stood with my mouth
hanging open as Aaron turned and walked out. By the time I came to my
senses he was already walking down the street, wiping his face and trying
to hide his tears.

   The roller coaster had started again. After all the pain, after thinking
that I'd lost him once, after the unbelievable high of having him back,
after taking our love to new heights, fighting for each other, after the
lifetime of change that had occurred already that summer, Aaron was walking
away crying again. Why did it have to happen? I just couldn't keep Alex out
of my mind. How could I be so thoughtless and uncaring? I hated
myself. Maybe I didn't deserve to have such a wonderful boy like Aaron.

   There was a beautiful crescent moon that night, and the stars filled the
sky, shimmering and bright like the eyes of the boy I loved. I sat there in
the back yard on a blanket staring up at the sky, hoping to find some
answer to my questions either out there in the universe or inside
myself. But nothing came to me. At least I could be alone out here, away
from my parents who could only bug me by constantly asking what was wrong
and why I wasn't talking.

   I heard soft footsteps behind me, too slow and soft to be my parents. I
turned around hoping I would see Aaron standing there, but it was my little
brother, Matt. He looked down at me with sympathy in his big brown eyes but
didn't say a word. I turned back to look at the sky and Matt sat down on
the blanket beside me, throwing his arm around me and resting his head on
my shoulder. I was a bit confused by his actions. Matt and I always got
along fine, but he was never one to be so openly affectionate, or open
about anything, even to his big brother. But his hug was more than just a
comforting pat on the back.

   "Jay," he said very quietly, "I have to tell you something. I know about
you and Aaron...and...I'm the same way"


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How'd you like it? Like that cliffhanger? Sorry I couldn't help myself, but
you'd better get used to them. Check back in two weeks to find out what
happens with Aaron, Jay, Matt, Alex, and maybe even somebody new! Laters.