Aaron's Motorcycle

Remmy Meggs 

Chapter 4

Brandon looked at me and smiled. I turned to see everyone in the circle had not budged an inch. Then the accuser smiled, "I change my vote to yes."

Flash grinned, "Scooter, we have something for you. You will have to pay for it as you can, and someday you will pass it to someone else, less fortunate than you."

I stood up because I could not see. Scooter was on his knees all hope gone. He didn't even hit a target ten feet away from him. The accuser came forward and grabbed Scooter's arm and pulled him up. He hugged him, "It's alright bro, we just had to see how much you wanted it." Scooter almost collapsed. The accuser turned Scooter around as two of the members brought in a Harley. One put a brick down so the kickstand wouldn't sink into the sand.

It wasn't fancy like Aaron's bike, and actually it was probably the worst looking bike in the club, but it was a Harley, a real one. To Scooter I am sure it was the most beautiful bike in the club. Two others stepped up behind Scooter and put a new jacket on him. The club colors stood out in bright red and gold, even in the darkness of the night. There was no doubt in my mind that Scooter would kill for the club.

Brandon put his hand on my shoulder, "Okay now everyone has to hug him and tell him how great he is. You need to get next to Bulger, it is expected. I have to get near dad." It took over an hour for that procession to finish.

I hugged the man and we welcomed each other to the club. Aaron and Scooter hugged. Scooter smiled, "The whole three years you made my life miserable with your silly rules, I am sorry I exploded tonight. You are one of the best members we have. You help everyone, I am a fool."

Aaron sighed, "Yes you are Scooter, but you're our fool, now and forever. By the way, those were blanks, you didn't miss him. Next time you pull a gun, check your ammo before you shoot."

You could see Scooter blush as we walked away. We walked up the hill together, "Time to go home now Davy. I am sure you had one exciting day."

I looked back down the hill, "What about your stuff?"

Aaron turned and looked, "The prospects will take care of it. Come on let's get you on the bike." A few minutes later the massive engine shook my bones again as we slowly drove home with just the three headlights guiding our way. I leaned back against Aaron, comfortable between his arms, even though they weren't actually wrapped around me."

A couple of times I felt his cheek against my hair, "I was so proud of you tonight." He said at one point.

Then he started driving up a mountain. I looked up at him, "Are you going the right way? This is where rich people live."

Aaron turned the bike and we drove up to a private fence. As we neared, the iron gates opened and he drove through. I looked behind to see the gates close again. We went up several hundred feet before it leveled out. Then as we started to go down again he stopped the bike so I could see. There before me was an ultramodern... mansion, taking up half the mountain, and the other half, on concrete pillars, overlooked a lake. Everything was lit up. He kissed my head, "You will get used to all the lights on. They don't go off until midnight. That's just how my mom is. Dad is worse, if it were up to him they would be off at 9 pm and I would be asleep with my Teddy bear sucking my thumb."

I laughed hard as he let the bike start coasting down the hill. A garage door opened and he drove in and turned the bike off. The garage door closed behind us. There were at least twelve sports cars in the garage and a limousine and the black car I had seen before. "Which one is yours?" I asked.

He pulled me off the bike, "None of them. I just have the motorcycle and only get to use it when I go to the park or to a club party. I don't get to go to the regular meetings."

"How do you get around?"

"Mom or dad drive me."

"So that's why you lean in and kiss them in the car."

"Smart ass. Yes that is why. I always have to kiss them and tell them I love them. That's just how our family is. I know you probably do the same thing, but you probably get embarrassed, actually it seems like everything embarrasses you."

"Do the guys come here?"

"Just to the gate, they aren't allowed inside the grounds." He stopped, "Listen Davy, you are the first friend I have had inside the grounds in years. Don't touch anything at all on the first floor. The second floor and third floor are okay you can do anything or touch anything there. Be polite; let me do most of the talking. They will probably freak some because you are the first I brought in past the gate. That will be special to them, so don't say anything stupid."

I grabbed his arm, "Why don't you have any friends close enough that you let in before?"

I watched him bite his lip, "My best friends were killed in a car wreck several years ago. You are the first that I liked and that I thought my parents would like."

"What about girl friends?"

"Mom caught me screwing one, since then I haven't been allowed to have any of them over. So I do it in the park or someplace secluded. Really you are the first in over two years. This is important to me so you can come over whenever you want. If it goes well, they will give you the key to the house, a control for the front gate, and the alarm code. You are really nosy by the way. It may take a few visits, but it will happen." He stopped at elevator doors. He took a deep breath and pushed the button. You could tell he was thinking hard, maybe `did I tell him everything?' Maybe it was `How are they going to react?' I would never find out, but he was nervous about this first meeting.

The elevator only took seconds before it reached the first floor. It opened and we stepped out. It was so cool to have an elevator in a house. He explained that there were stairs too, in case of fire, but they weren't used much. The room we walking into was immaculate, and large. In the distance I saw two people sitting on a luxury couch. The man had a newspaper and he was talking and what could only be the mother was talking about going to tea.

He put me in front of him and put his hands on my shoulders and we started moving toward them. He stopped in front of them, and his dad looked up, "I hope you have an explanation for being..." He looked at his watch, "Seventeen minutes late?"

Both parents stood up. His mother looked stricken, "George fuss at him later on, he has brought a guest."

George looked down at me. His face seemed ridged at first. Then his eyes lit up and I could swear he had a tear run down his cheek, "Who is this strapping young man?"

"This is Davy Conroy, dad, mom, he will be spending the weekend if you don't mind." Aaron asked.

His mom came over to me and grabbed my head gently and lifted my face up, "He is just adorable."

From behind, "Mom, he is not a stray puppy."

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it." She grinned, "Turn around honey let me get that nasty rubber band out of your hair so we can get a good look at you."

I turned around and could feel her slowly and carefully working the rubber band out. George chided, "Did you put your bicycle away Aaron?"

"Yes dad, it is put away."

I snickered and George smiled, "How was the boys club meeting?"

Aaron sighed, "Dad will you stop it, at least tonight?"

George pulled Aaron to him and hugged him tight, "I just get worried when you are late." They hugged, a real hug, for a couple of minutes it seemed. Then his dad walked in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, "Let's see what we have here, a prize stallion maybe? If nothing else you are a beautiful young man. Davy you can call me George, I would like that. You are quite a shock you know, but we are glad to have you."

"Finally someone else I can spoil. Davy you call me Mary. Now stay right here, I will be back in a minute." She squeezed my shoulder.

George looked at us, "Since you got home so late, you take your showers, and you can watch a little television. Patrice put your food in the refrigerator, I am sure there is enough that you can share, and no pop, it's late. Just that flavored water you like." he motioned for us to sit down, as Aaron's mom came back into the room.

She had a brush and began brushing my hair out. She chastised Aaron about using rubber bands in my hair and then stuffed something in his jacket pocket. George smiled, "You are wearing a beautiful outfit Davy, a lot of class. Where did we see clothes like that mother?"

"Macy's silly." As if they ever shopped anywhere else.

George looked at Aaron, "He is dressed sharp Aaron, why can't we get you to dress as nice?"

His mom retorted softly, "He dresses nice every day for school, and after school. Leave the boy alone."

"Yes, but I never see him in cute outfits like Davy is wearing."

"I have a lot of nice clothes. I am just happy someone likes them besides me." I blurted out.

"Yes he talks!" George chided. "How did you boys meet?"

"Well I like them." Aaron smiled. "I was at the park, and he came up to look at my bike. The girls noticed him. I thought he looked sweet dressed like that, and cute too. I never said anything and me and the guys left. Then the other day I gave my talk to his class, and I spotted him there. We talked a little until mom picked me up. Then we just became friends. I took him to the meeting today, and for some reason I asked him to spend the night."

George opened his eyes wide and looked at me, "Did you have fun at the little boys club Davy?"

"It was awesome. We swam and danced, and there were hundreds of girls and food. I didn't know the music the band was playing very well, but it was a blast." I answered without thinking.

"There all done, now you look handsome. I think Aaron would look good in long hair but he says it blows too much when he is riding his motorcycle." Then she sat next to me, "What is this about girls at the boy's club?"

"Mom it was a beach party. Everyone brought their friends and family. Davy saw a couple of girls from his school. That is all it was. He never lost sight of me the whole time. I didn't do anything." Aaron fussed.

George looked at his watch, "It's time you two got moving. It is getting late."

"I better call his mother." Mary said, "She needs to know he is safe."

She made me give her the phone number. Aaron and I were both nervous. Mom and Mary talked for several minutes. Mary told my mom she would bring me home before noon. Yes, she would love to come in and meet. Aaron looked at me, "Let's get something to eat before we go upstairs."

He led me to the elevator again and we went up another floor, "This is where the kitchen and stuff is at."

The door opened and it was more than a kitchen. The open space had another living room, a dining table for sixteen people, a walk in cooler and a freezer, just like it, side by side. You couldn't actually see the kitchen from the dining area, but it was still a sight to see, not to mention the windows that surrounded the entire floor. "The indoor pool is over there, but I prefer the outdoor pool, it has a Jacuzzi on the patio." Aaron explained as he went directly to the refrigerator. He took a plate out covered with plastic wrap. It had steak that was cut into small pieces, a large baked potato and raw vegetables.
He pulled another plate out and took some of the food and put it on the plate. It was not even half as much as the first plate had on it. I watched him carefully. Then he stuck both plates into the oven and turned it on. He looked at me, "Let's go upstairs and shower. By then this will be hot."

We went to the elevator again to the third floor. He wasn't sad or fussy, but he wasn't the Aaron I knew from earlier in the day. He showed me the bathroom, the tub and a shower. The bathtub was like a hot tub except rectangular. It was big enough for several people. It was the shower that amazed me though. It was huge, and there were several shower heads and taps around it. It was made for an entire family. I turned to ask him about it, but I could see he was in no mood for talking. He was taking his clothes off and said without looking up, "Are you going to shower in your clothes?"

I pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts. I picked them up and folded them neatly. He saw it and grinned, "Wow you are a little priss."

Blushing, I said nothing to that; after all, I knew it was true. He went into the shower and pulled me in. He turned the tap on all of them. The water that came out was soft, and exactly the right temperature. There was no cold or hot cycle. I jumped expected a cold burst of water but it was perfect. He grinned, "The water in the shower and bath is always the right temperature no matter what time of day or night it is. You can adjust it some, but two minutes later it goes back to how it was programmed."

I washed extra good. I wanted him to know I was just as clean as I was neat. I turned around and watched him. He wasn't a little kid, there was no baby fat. He wasn't muscular, but you could see tight high tensile muscles under his skin. He was washing the shampoo out of his hair and turned around. I could see the water running down his body into the V of his hips and run off the end of his penis. I washed as I watched him. Then, I being finished, rinsed off, and stepped out of the shower to dry.

Still not saying much, he came out of the shower and did not dry at all. He looked at me as if I were dumb, and pulled the hand towel away from me and threw it on the floor, "You don't use a hand towel to try your body silly boy."

Instead he put his hand under some type of automatic pump and oil came out of it. He rubbed it in both of his hands and put the oil all over. I watched as the water disappeared leaving a little sheen to his skin. I watched what he did and copied it.

He took great care with his penis and behind, but not in a sensual way. Again I followed what he did, but my penis sprouted up against my stomach. He saw it but said nothing. Then he turned around and pressed a button on the wall and leaned against what looked like to me to be a bamboo pole. He rubbed his back on the shiny thing, and then had me do the same. It was a roller sort of thing that put out oil.

He checked me over, even with my still engorged member. "Yea you are dry now. Let's go eat."

We sat at a small table in the kitchen and began eating. He gave me the plate with the most food on it. My penis finally went back to sleep. As we ate he was silent for the longest time. I started wondering if I did something wrong, so I finally asked, "What did I do to make you so upset?"

He cocked his head and looked at me, "It has nothing to do with you. It's my dad always teasing me the wrong way. He thinks he is funny but it's not."

I knew something else was bothering him. "What else?"

"You wouldn't understand."

Now I am not trying to sound like I was a brain, but something was upsetting him more than it should. He was almost remorse. We finished eating and put our plates in the sink, well I put them in the sink. He was going to leave his on the table. We went upstairs to his room and he turned on the television. He sat on the big leather couch and bade me to sit with him. When I got there he had me sit between his legs and lay on his chest. He wrapped an arm around me.

I was in heaven. He wanted me close; he wasn't about sex like Ralph. He wanted someone that trusted him and that he trusted to be a real friend. We sat watching Johnny Carson and then the lights went out. The TV went off. The room was quiet, not even a hum like my room. Then the outside lights shut off. We were alone in complete darkness. "Aaron?"

He didn't answer. I turned to look at his face, and realized he was sound asleep. I moved and his arm grabbed me and held me tight. I turned on my side and put my head on his chest and fell asleep.

When morning came the light filled the room. It immediately woke me up. I moved his arm off me and ran to the bathroom to pee. As I came back into his living room I saw the trophy case. There were a few small trophies in it, but that is not what the case was about. There were pictures of six boys, all my age. The pictures were professionally done, not with fake backdrops, but beautiful, exquisite artwork with a camera.

One picture in particular drew my attention; the six boys were naked at a beach posing. They were posed so none of their bits showed, but it was a striking photograph. Then I realized that one of the boys was Aaron, and those were his friends. Other than that, there was not one more picture of Aaron in the case. It was like at the moment in time, he was gone.

I wasn't an idiot; the pictures, based on what Aaron looked like, could not have been made any later than five or six years ago. I was the first boy he made contact with since the day of the wreck. I swallowed hard and my eyes began watering, wondering what kind of hell he must have gone through. I opened the drawer of the cabinet and looked in it. There the articles were about the crash. A semi crossed the median and ran into a van carrying two adults and six boys' home from a nearby water park.

The names were not listed because families had to be notified. Another article, with the name of the driver, who was drunk at the time of the crash, got a six month suspended sentence. Then a third article where the same man, just twenty four hours later, was found in an ally dead from being bludgeoned to death. I put the articles back and closed the drawer.

I turned and looked at Aaron who was sitting on the couch watching me, "Did you find out what you wanted to know?" he asked.

Sheepishly I walked over and stood naked in front of him, "I am sorry."

He grabbed my hand, twisted me around and pulled me between his legs. His arms wrapped around me, "There was no harm done. I told you that you could touch anything but stuff on the first floor. Davy this has nothing to do with what I am about to say."

I swallowed hard and listened.

"I thought I could do this. I thought for years how nice it would be to have just one friend again. Last night I held you and it was the first night I didn't have a nightmare about what happened. Even after that, you won't understand, but truthfully even though I want you next to me all the time, I don't think I can let that happen. I am scared shitless something will happen to you and I will lose my mind."

Actually I did sort of understand. I could never imagine the hurt Aaron felt, but I knew it was a bad hurt deep inside. I gently pushed his hands away. I went to the bathroom and blew my nose and wiped my eyes. I pulled on my shorts and shirt and sandals. I came back out and looked at him, "I can't feel that pain but I know you do. I understand, but I don't understand why a big tough biker is afraid of me. If your mom is up,