From: etherealboy Subject: Paperboys(b/b, mast., oral) Date: 19 Dec 1995 01:22:15 GMT Organization: Wishlink The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to people or places is purely coincidental. The story contains depictions of sexual play between two juvenile males. In no way does my writing encourage or condone such activities. If you find material of this nature to be offensive or against your previously held precepts or morals, do not read further. If, due to any local or national laws you are forbidden from reading this material or if you are under the age of 18, do not read further. The writer assumes no responsibility for failure to heed the aforementioned instructions. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED. Paperboys Part 1 Aaron's deep brown eyes stared dejectedly out of the bus window, his dark hair matted between his head and the smudged glass. It had been a long day, and he was not looking forward to his job of delivering newspapers. "I just want to go home," he thought. The noise on the bus was incredible, probably due to the fact that it was nearing the end of May and everyone was ready for summer. The real noise was confined to the front of the bus, and Aaron was thankful that as a seventh grader he was able to sit in the very back. As the bus slowed for his stop, he shouldered his bulging backpack and walked toward the front of the bus as it was still moving. The door folded back with a screech and he lit down the steps as the driver admonished his vanishing back. The bus grumbled away slowly, and Aaron walked over to Justin's house, where the newspapers were delivered in bundles for the carriers to take door to door. Justin, who lived just down the street from Aaron, was an eighth at the public school, and they had both applied for a delivery job. They each got a job, each delivering half of the neighborhood's papers. He walked around the corner of Justin's garage so that he wasn't visible from the street, opened his bookbag, and removed a pair of blue jeans (size 24) and a T-shirt. He unbuttoned his white Oxford and flung it spitefully at the ground. Picking up the old Ocean Pacific T-shirt that had been white when it was new, he threaded his arms through the sleeves and pulled it over his head. Noticing how soon the cool air made his dekicate brown nipples harden, he muttered sarcastically to himself. "Yeah, right it's almost summer." Stepping on the battered heels for leverage, he kicked off his brown Docksiders. Making sure he was unobserved, he quickly undid his belt and let his navy blue slacks slide to his ankles. Though his skin color made him appear well tanned to most people, he actually showed no trace of last summer's sun. No tan lines were visible anywhere along his smooth legs - which held only a sparse covering of thin, short golden hairs - or on his creamy brown thighs, which disappeared at his white briefs, which were further obscured by the lower part of his T-shirt. This was actually planned on Aaron's part, and was the reason he had changed his shirt first; his dress shirt didn't cover as much of his nether regions as he felt comfortable with. As he bent over to put a leg in his jeans, inadvertantly flashing his firm little bottom covered only by his thin underwear, a voice startled him. "Nice strip show!" It was Justin, approaching from behind. Aaron wriggled into his tight jeans as quickly as possible, buttoned them, and turned to meet his friend. Justin, who had just turned fourteen a month before, was a good four inches taller than Aaron's five and a half feet, but partially due to his playing soccer, he had a thinner figure with fewer smooth curves and more sharp angles. Topping his pale head was a mop of light straw-colored hair. Below, bright blue eyes shone, and his lips, full and red against his pale skin, were curved into a smile. "It's not my fault I have to wear that crap," said Aaron, blushing at being seen nearly naked. "You could go to Franklin instead of Holy Family," Justin suggested. "No, I can't. My parents won't let me." This was only partially true. The two boys began to walk toward the front of the house and Justin handed Aaron a crumpled canvas bag with a day-glo orange shoulder strap. It was stained with black newsprint from previous use. "Here's your bag." He paused. "Why do they make you go to Holy Family?" "I dunno. They hate me I guess." Justin laughed, amused by Aaron's melancholy. "Actually," said Aaron, "they think it's a 'positive influence' on me, whatever the hell they mean by that." Justin thought as he used a utility knife to cut the plastic baling holding the newspapers together. "Well," he said, struggling with a particularly tough piece, "when was the last time you did something bad?" The plastic made a popping noise as it gave. "What do you mean?" asked Aaron, grabbing a handful of papers and putting them in his bag; carefully so as not to separate the sections. "When was the last time you did something you thought you shouldn't be doing?" Aaron first thought of masturbating the night before - or any night, for that matter, since he had discovered the practice earlier that year. He had been reading a book that mentioned it, and the next time he was home alone, he took off all his clothes and had lain naked on his bed. He had tried grasping the shaft of his small penis between his thumb and forefinger, sliding the skin up and down over the tiny head. That had felt good, but when not a minute later he felt an intense rush of pleasure race from his inner thighs throughout his body, making his head and toes tingle, he knew he had found what he was looking for. From then on, he masturbated on an almost daily schedule, though he was more discreet about it now. Aaron blushed furiously at this memory, but saw that Justin's face was serious. "Well, last weekend I slept over at a friends, and we stayed up until three looking for a porno on Cinemax." Justin raised his eyebrows expectantly. "But the only thing on was a movie about a murder that had a couple of tit scenes in it." Actually he had been quite aroused by these scenes he so casually dismissed to his friend. "You haven't seen a real porno, then, have you." It wasn't a question. "No," saiud Aaron, mournfully. Justin finished packing his satchel and stood up. "The real stuff isn't on Cinemax anyway," he said authoritatively. "You have the real stuff?" Aaron asked with hope and awe. This time it was Justin's turn to be bashful. "Naw, I just saw one my brother used to have, but he took it to college. But I have a couple of good magazines." the grin was back. "Can I see them?" Aaron had not yet seen any true pornography, though he much wanted to. "Sure, as soon as we get tha damn papers done with I'll show them to you." Aaron brightened visibly. "Cool, see you later." He walked hurriedly to the first house on his route. Justin headed off in the other direction, to his half of the neighborhood. Aaron delivered the papers to the right side of the street first. As he went from door to door, he imagined what he might see in Justin's magazines. He would go home, and with the images fresh in his mind, he would go to his room under the pretences of studying and masturbate two or three times that evening. No! Even better, he would see if he could borrow one of Justin's magazines and take it with him. The closest he had been to seeing pictures of naked women were the lingerie ads in the J.C. Penney catalog. But how would he sneak it into the house without his mother noticing? He realized that he was getting an erection from thinking about it. Looking down, he saw that his underwear was doing nothing to stop a small tent from forming in his jeans about halfway up from the crotch. As he delivered the last paper from his bag and headed back for more, he didn't know which bothered him more: getting a boner in plain sight, or the fact that it was such a small boner. He concealed the proturbence with the empty bag as he made his way back to Justin's. Upon getting there, he saw that Justin hadn't yet picked up the second part of his papers. Aaron picked up his remaining pile and shoved them into his bag. He wasn't too bothered, because Justin had more subscribers on his route, but he didn't want to wait to see the magazines. He hurried off to finish his route, but this time his thoughts were more brooding. Aaron had turned twelve almost seven months ago, but was sorely bothered by a lack of pubic hair. According to the tape measure he used, his little boner was only three and thre-quarter inches long and just more than an inch wide. A knot of terror formed in the pit of his stomach every other Tuesday and Thursday when it was time for gym class and the boys had to change together in the bathroom. He always made sure he had a long shirt on whenever he removed his pants so that no one would see just how tiny the small bulge in his underwear was. That was the real reason he didn't challenge his parents to let him go to the public school: he didn't want to go because he knew they had gym class every day and had to shower with each other. None of this mattered in light of the truth, but Aaron had no way of knowing the truth. The truth was that Aaron was the most beautiful boy in his class. Besides his shy personality, which everyone, unbeknownst to him, found charming, he was also incredibly physically beautiful. His long dark eyelashes that framed his even darker eyes; the graceful curve of the back of his neck; the way his cheeks dimpled and eyes sparkled when he smiled; his silver laughter; the nimbleness of his movements that showed a delicate strength; or the way that one unruly strand of hair would fall down over his left eye. All of these things made him the crush of all the girls in his class, and there were even a few boys who had vague fantasies and unexplainable feelings about him. Aaron, of course, had no way of knowing this, and was feeling rather morose as he finished his route. He returned to Justin's, saw that all of the papers were gone, and knew that Justin must be on his last trip. Aaron, perspiring from the work, sat down on the cool cement driveway, his unpleasant thoughts giving way to the anticipation of seeing dirty magazines. Justin was not saddled with Aaron's insecurity, although, as all boys do, he questioned his endowment. Instead, he thought of masturbating after Aaron would leave. He would pull the coveted jar of Vaseline from its hiding place in his dresser drawer, strip naked, lie on his bed and slather his throbbing erection with it. Thinking of the warmth of his hand around his shaft gave him a boner a bit bigger than the one Aaron was having. It also reminded him of his experiences at the camp he went to the summer before. He had been jerking off in his cabin when his bunkmate walked in. He had been terrified and made all sorts of hasty excuses as he tried to put his shorts back on. Instead of being shocked, his bunkmate had quickly suggested that they jerk each other off. In his disadvantaged state, there was no way Justin could refuse, and he had to admit; it was a lot more fun than doing it alone. Later that night, when they were lying in their beds talking about sex, his bunkmate had climbed into Juustin's bed. Justin was wearing only a pair of briefs, and his bunkmate was wearing nothing. After a brief caressing of smooth skin, Justin quickly shed hi underwear. Instead of jerking him off though, his bunkmate moved his mouth down to Justin's bursting erection and moved his wet lips up and down until Justin had erupted with an orgasm more exploisive than ever before. Justin still tingled with the memory, and rarely masturbated to the magazines he was going to share with Aaron, instead thinking of his bunkmate and the last two days of camp. The more he thought about his bunkmate, the more he thought about seeing Aaron dressing earlier, and seeing his naked thighs and tight little cheeks hidden beneath his scanty cotton underwear. As Justin delivered his last paper and started walking back, he resolved that he was going to get Aaron to jerk off with him. Aaron had moved to the porch stoop and was wiating there ten minutes later when Justin returned. Justin walked up to the door and opened it with his key. Aaron rose to his feet and followed him into the darkened house. "Isn't your mom home?" he asked, knowing the answer. "No, she works until six-thirty and doesn't get back til after seven." They dropped their bags on the floor by the doorway, and took off their shoes. Justin shut the door behind Aaron. As they walked into the kitchen, Aaron noticed the clock on the stove read 5:47. It was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. "You want anything to drink?" "No, I'm fine." Actually he was a little thirsty, but he was so anxious to get to Justin's magazine stash that he could feel the blood pounding in his ears. "We can go to my room if you want." Exactly what Aaron wanted to hear! "Is that where you've got the stuff?' "Yeah, follow me." Aaron followed Justin in silence as they climbed up the carpeted staircase. Justin opened the first door on the left, which had been left ajar. Aaron walked in close behind. Justin had been perspiring, and peeled out of his shirt, tossing it in the corner by the foot of his bed. "You look all sweaty too; go ahead and take your shirt off." "No, that's okay. I'm fine." "I'm serious. If you take it off you can hang it over that chair and give it a chance to dry." "Well, okay." Aaron didn't really feel comfortable about this, but figured that since Justin wasn't wearing his, it would be okay if he took his own off. He carefully removed it and placed it over the chair at Justin's desk. "Go ahead and sit down on my bed." It was, surprisingly, made, and Aaron sat down tentatively on the edge. Justin went over to the bottom drawer of his dresser and shoved aside a few pairs of shorts. Underneath, the glossy covers of three magazines shone. Next to them, the blue lid of a jar of Vaseline was visible. Justin pulled out the clothes and set them on the floor behind him. As Aaron looked on at Justin's curving back with arched vertebrae and the beginning of his ass showing where the striped elastic band of his briefs was pulled down, Justin pretended to be having trouble finding something and struggled to remove the jar of Vaseline, which he placed at his side, pretending to hide it, but knowing that it was fully in Aaron's sight. This was a revelation for Aaron, because although he suspected other boys did what he did, the way his classmates made fun of each other suggested that most of them did not masturbate. He immediately thought of Justin masturbating, and the thought caused his boner to swell up. Though it wasn't really visible while he was sitting, it served to remind him of why he hadn't wanted to give up his shirt. Justin was starting to get aroused as well, and he picked up the magazines and brought them over to the bed, "accidentally leaving the jar of Vaseline on the floor. He sat down next ot Aaron on the edge of the bed, and as it bowed under his added weight, their shoulders touched. Aaron didn't say anything or move away, afraid what Justin would think. The touch of the warm smooth skin next to his own made Justin's head go light with excitement, as well as giving him a throbbing erection that was so strong it almost hurt. He opened up a copy of Hustler and flipped through the pages until he found some of the more graphic images. "Here's one of the better pictures," Justin said as he reached over Aaron's lap with the magazine. Aaron was ogling at the picture, which featured a man and a woman in what looked like an impossible game of naked Twister. As Justin extended his arms, though, Aaronlost attention with the page as he caught a glimpse of some pale blond wisps of hair under Justin's arm: this was something that intrigued him. Catching Justin's gaze, he pretended to be looking at the magazine, his face flushing with embarrassment. Justin took back the magazine, brushing the tip of Aaron's boner and his thigh with the back of his hand as he moved. He turned and placed the magazine beneath the other two, sensing that Aaron was looking at him. He was afraid he was going to get called on the last move. Aaron had felt the brief touch, but it didn't bother him; he was staring at Justin in the hope of getting another glimpse of his golden pubes, and did not realize Justin was aware of his gaze. While looking at Justin's back and arms, he marvelled at the way the muscles in his back and shoulders were visible and rolled beneath the unblemished skin, and the way the sharp shoulderblade curved back and formed a smooth hollow. Not that Justin was particularly muscular; he was just thin from exercise. Justin turned back around with another magazine and Aaron tried to avert his eyes with little success. "This one is really hard-core, you can't tell what half the pictures are of." Justin handed him the magazine. "Swedish Erotica" proclaimed the cover. "Can I borrow one of them; to take home?" Aaron wanted to leave soon, before Justin caught him staring. "Why?" "Because I want to read them." No, Aaron thought, because I want to jerk off with them. Justin felt a wave of tension rush through him as he contemplated his next move. He held his breath. "It'd be cool with me if you wanted to jerk off here. I mean, I do it all the time." Justin waited worriedly. Aaron felt the blood rush to his head. he really wanted to, but he didn't want Justin to find out that he didn't have any pubes yet. He was also worried that Justin might just be getting even with him for staring. "I..." Aaron trailed off. "But..." Justin was worried, and knew that if he let Aaron slip away now, Aaron would probably tell all of his friends; that would not be cool. "We can jerk each other off. Look. Everyone does it. Didn't you ever do it at camp?" This time Aaron could see some fear on Justin's face and knew that Justin was serious. "I want to," he said, visibly unsettled, "but I can't. I can't tell you why." Justin knew he had to do something to push Aaron over. He reached over and grabbed Aarons shoulders from behind, kneading and rubbing Aaron's back with his hands. He was amazed at how warm Aaron was and the tenderness of the skin that covered his taut back. Aaron relaxed under Justin's cool hands, and realized that he had rarely felt this good. It was just nice having someone give you the attention, and he even thought to himself that it was nice that the someone was Justin. Having his back rubbed only increased his excitement, and he really needed to do something about his boner, which was throbbing incredibly. "I need to jerk off bad," Aaron admitted. "It's okay," Justin said. Touching Aaron and feeling his body heat caused an ache that welled up from his groin and spread through his chest. He patted Aaron on the back, stood up and walked to the door. He closed the door and turned to Aaron, looking him in the eyes, and unzipped his jeans. Without taking his eyes from Aaron, he slid them to his ankles and stepped out of them. Aaron watched in awe as Justin's erection sprang free from his jeans and bulged against his white briefs. It's tip was far short of the gold striped elastic waistband, but to Aaron, it looked a lot bigger than his, which was actually the only erection he had seen before. "It's huge," Aaron said in awe. Justin grinned sheepishly as he walked over to Aaron, who still had not moved from the bed. "Actually I think it's kinda small. It's only four and a half inches when I measure it. But I'm sure it'll grow more." He stopped in front of Aaron. "C'mon, stand up. I'm not in this alone." Aaron rose to his feet, hands at his side, the tiny tent forming in his jeans. Justin gently put his hands between Aaron's jeans and waist, brushing Aaron's trim navel with his palm. He carefully unbottoned the top tab and slowly drew down the zipper. The jeans were tight, so he pulled down at the sides as he sank to his knees. When he got as far as the ankles, Aaron helped by stepping out of them. Justin sat back on his haunches and found himself staring, once again, but this time from only a foot away, at Aaron's firm, creamy brown thighs. He followed them to the edge of Aaron's underwear, and saw Aaron's boy penis sticking nearly staright out at him. "That's not all that small," he said, unable to control the warm feeling growing in his belly, "Was that what you were worried about?" He rose to his feet. "Yeah." Aaron was slightly embarrasses, seeing that Justin seemed to think it was all right. He noticed there was a small wet spot in Justin's underwear that hadn't been there before. "What's that?" Aaron pointed, "You didn't come, did you?" "No, no. That just happens when I get real horny." He suddenly realized the significance of the question. "Oh, I get it. You don't have any pubes yet, do you?" "No."Sadly. "That's fine, last year in the showers probably less than half the kids in my class had pubes until the end of the year. I didn't actually get any until over last summer." The confidentially, "I really got ragged on for it, too." Aaron was curious about what he had to look forward to. "Can I see em?" he asked with trepidation. "Sure, but I get to see you; that's the whole point." Justin pulled the elastic of his underwear over his protruding erection and slid them down over his slim legs, letting them drop around his feet. He stepped out of them and moved to the bed, lying on his side and propping himself up with one elbow. Aaron followed with his eyes the entire time. His eyes tracked from Justin's inviting grin, to his tight pink nipples, set atop the beginnings of muscle, over a curved shoulder with a prominent collarbone, down his lean arms, smooth except for the nearly white hair that gilded them, and back up to the partially visible ribs of the chest that expanded and contracted with each breath Justin took. He saw the thin wisps of hair under Justin's arms and the slightly defined stomach muscles, wrapping themselves tightly around his hips and navel. Below that, beyond his waistline and intersecting with the lines of his thighs, was a small downy thatch of hair that was nearly as blond as the hair on his head. Covered with sparse, thin hairs, his scrotum hung slightly downwards over his left thigh; two tiny mounds within were just discernible. Rising outward and curving toward his head was his throbbing penis. A darker shade of pink the the surrounding skin, it turned to purple aroundthe head and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Aaron was taken in by the sight and just stared for what seemed to be a long time. "C'mon, it's your turn now," said Justin impatiently. He added, "Dont make me take your underwear off too." Aaron shyly pulled down his underwear, jumping in surprise when they caught on the tip of his boner. Justin giggled at this while Aaron took them off and dropped them next to Justin's. This time it was Justin's turn to marvel. He knew he was lucky to be witness to such a beautiful figure. Still enraptured by Aaron's thighs, he now looked all over the boy's lithe body. His feet, as delicate and graceful as the rest of the body; his calves, well defined, but not yet muscular; his knees, well formed and slightly dimpled; his firm thighs. Oh, his thighs, leading, now Justin could see, to the small sack, hairless and pulled tightly against his body. Above, jutting out just slightly above vertical, a smal, but exquisitely formed penis, covered with smooth skin the same color as the rest of his body. The lines of his groin rose upward and outward to his trim hips. The skin above his penis, where Justin had become accustomed to seeing hair, looked strangely naked and was softer and smoother than silk. His abdomen was smooth but for the rounded area that ran from his waist to his ribs, showing where his stomach muscles might define themselves in the future. Like Justin, he showed a hint of pectoral muscle, covered by two tiny brown nipples. Justin was caught by the way Aaron's collarbone pushed out from his chest and defined the start of his delicate neck, still smooth, with no trace of an adam's apple. Aaron's brown arms curved gracefully, starting at his shoulders and smoothly moving, rounding at his biceps, and gently showing the graceful delineations of his forearms. The most striking feature, though, thought Justin, is his chin. Small and delicate, yet showing a hint of pride and defiance, it was the perfect match with Aaron's sleek body. "Come over here with me," invited Justin, "I want to get a closer look." Aaron was possibly more curious than Justin, and he quickly slid onto the bed, next to Justin and facing him. Justin reached under Aaron's arms and around his back, encircling his body, and drew Aaron tightly to himself. At this distance, they were both keenly aware of the heat they felt from each other's warm bodies. Justin delighted at the closeness and felt tense excitement at the intense warmth of Aaron's thighs he could feel through his penis as it pressed between Aaron's legs and brushed at his scrotum. He could feel Aaron's own hot penis firmly laid against his navel. Justin shifted slightly up and down, just about an inch or two, moving as much as the embrace would allow. Aaron moaned with pleasure and anticipation at this, and put his hands around the small of Justin's back, pressing himself into Justin's belly. Justin couldn't help himself, and against better judgement, he brushed Aaron's lips with his own. When Aaron returned the gesture more forcefully, Justin played his tongue over Aaron's lips. Aaron was quick to respond, and they pressed their open mouths together as their tongues coiled around one another. Not long after, Aaron pulled his head away, but pulled tighter on Justin's back as he moaned in rapture. Justin felt Aaron's body heat grow more intense, and the tight body under his hands shuddered as he felt Aaron's hard penisdriving spasmodically against his stomach. The intensity nearly brought Justin to orgasm, but Aaron relaxed and rolled away with a content sigh. He turned back to Justin and realized Justin had not come. He definitely wanted to see this. "Hang on a sec." He gracefully rolled out of the bed and retrieved the neglected jar of Vaseline. Returning, he snapped off the lid and dipped his right forefinger in to the cool jelly. In anticipation, Justin had rolled onto his back, legs slightly spread. Aaron hopped onto the bed and straddled Justin's thighs with his knees, sitting back on the top of Justin's legs. After liberating a glob from the jar, he handed the jar to Justin, who placed it at his side and propped his head up on a pillow to watch Aaron. Using his left hand, Aaron gently caressed the wrinkled skin of Justin's sack, feeling how it shrank under his touch. He ran his fingers through Justin's thin pubic hair and caressed his thigh, cauusing Justin to moan in frustrated pleasure. Still using his left hand, he stroked lightly up and down Justin's throbbing penis, savoring the moment of feeling one other than his own. Taking the finger he had coated in Vaseline, he slid it up and down Justin's shaft, lightly coating the entire length of his penis, making it glisten in the low light. Then, using his whole hand, he grasped the shaft and slid his tight fist up and down over the whole length, from thobbing head to where the hairs on Justin's scrotum gently brushed his fingers. He was amazed by the warmth that pulsed in his hand, and found himself growing more erect than before. Justin was gasping and thrusting as well as he could with Aaron's weight on him. Aaron could feel the rhythmic tightening of Justin's thighs and ass through his own. Just then, a cry escaped Justin's lips, and Aaron felt the head of Justin's penis flare under his hand as Justin gave one final thrust. Simultaneously, a spurt of whitish semen erupted from within, flying up and hitting Aaron on the chest. A second spurt of thicker fluid had less force and landed on the inside of his thigh at his groin, where he could feel it dripping down around the base of his scrotum. The three remaining spurts were weak and flowed over his fingers, but he felt Justin's penis and body shudder beneath him at least five more times. Justin moaned through all of them, and when he was completely spent, he leaned forward and pulled Aaron down on top of him and hugged him tightly. Aaron felt Justin's softening penis brush at the base of his scrotum and felt his own hard penis slide around on the slick semen left on Justin's belly. They kissed as they had before, and Justin felt Aaron's erection pressing against him. "You're horny again, aren't you?" Justin inquired sleepily. "Yeah." Aaron started giggling, "You're just too lazy." Paperboys Part 2 "Oh, Yeah?" Justin responded to the challenge by rolling over on top of Aaron and pinning him on his back, "We'll see who's lazy now!" He held Aaron's arms back as he pressed his mouth to Aaron's belly and blew, creating a tickling vibration. Aaron couldn't stop laughing and was breathless with tears in his eyes by the time Justin stopped. Justin sat back, victorious, while Aaron gasped for breath. "That didn't seem to do anything about you boner, though," Justin observes. He noticed that he was regaining an erection as well. "So what do you plan to do about it?" taunted Aaron. Justin responded by moving down and gently caressing Aaron's small scrotum, feeling the smoothness and softness of the slightly wrinkled skin, and gently touching the small round mounds that rolled within. He moved in and placed his lips around Aaron's throbbing penis, still slick with his own come. Aaron gasped in surprise, but as Justin skillfully moved his tongue around Aaron's head and shaft while gliding his lips up and down, Aaron's gasp quickly turned to gasps of pleasure.. Justin slid his hands behind Aaron's buttocks and squeezed, pulling Aaron to his musth. Aaron tried to assist by thrusting with his hips. As he felt the orgasm building in his belly, he groaned alous with extacy. The sudden intense pleasure raced through his body once again, this time more powerful than any before. Justin felt the tremors rack Aaron's frame as Aaron's boy penis expanded in his mouth and pulsed against his tongue. Aaron's body relaxed beneath him. Instead of stopping, Justin went at it more furiously than before, sucking harder and moving faster. Beneath him, Justin could tell from Aaron's trembling tight ass that he was thrusting as hard as he could. An almost continuous low moan issued from his mouth. Without any warning, Aaron's groin exploded again, this time with pleasure so intense he lost the feeling in his limbs and his vision dimmed. He gave a loud sharp cry as his body pumped itself toward Justin's mouth one last time, and collapsed back, exhausted. Justin lay down with Aaron and held his perspiring hot body close to his, feeling Aaron's fluttering heartbeat through his own breast. After just holding each other for several minutes. Justin started and looked at his alarm clock. The red numerals stared back 6:34. Good, he thought, we still have time for a shower. He prodded Aaron in the ribs and they sleepily walked to the bathroom, arms around each other's shoulders.