Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 21:19:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Aaron Deepneau Subject: Little White Pills--Chapter 18 Author's note: Thanks to everyone for the encouraging emails, and also for your patience. It turns out keeping these story arcs sensible, as well as prepping for some new ones, is a lot harder than I thought! This next one is pretty heavy on character stuff, but sometimes you just gotta do what the story needs. :-) Not to worry though: there's some good old-fashioned screwing in there too, just wait for it. And as always, don't forget to send some love Nifty's way by donating at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Still cheaper than a rent boy! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 18: "All Life Is Forward You Will See" Chris blew on his hands, trying to keep them warm in the frigid November air. He'd made the mistake of following Paul, Joey, and Dave out the door, mindlessly chatting with them about the match, and hadn't realized until too late that the gym door was going to lock behind him. He'd said goodnight to the three wrestlers without worrying about it, but his hat and gloves were now inside the building in Aaron's duffel bag. Usually the irrepressible blond was quick to shower and change after a match, but he'd pulled off a great upset tonight and the pin had won their team the match--he'd been whooping it up all the way to the locker room with the rest of the guys. Chris stomped his feet and hoped Aaron wouldn't spend the rest of the night reliving the play-by-play--how many of the guys were left in there to tell the story to anyway? He suppressed a grunt of frustration--it was his own fault, after all. A few minutes later he heard boisterous chatter, and then Aaron rounded the corner. Chris couldn't help smiling as he watched his (secret) boyfriend's face lit up with excitement, hands flailing in animation as he told some story to Dmitri and another guy (Henry?... Harry?... Something like that.). He didn't hear the punch line, but he could hear Dmitri's booming laugh clearly through the doors, and Henry(?) was cracking up as well. They poured out the door in a torrent of noise, finally slowing down as they noticed Chris standing there. "Hey man, what're you doing outside? It's cold, white boy!" Dmitri pointed to his own shaved head, safely covered within a knit wool cap. "Yeah," said Chris, "I got locked out. I left my hat and gloves with him." He pointed to Aaron, who started. His wavy hair was still wet, but at least a backwards ball cap covered it up from the icy wind. "Aw, sorry dude. I totally forgot!" Looking abashed, Aaron rooted around in his duffel bag until he found Chris's hat and gloves. "Here ya go." Chris donned them quickly, grateful for the insulation. "So what're you guys up to tonight?" Henry-or-Harry asked. He wasn't normally the most outgoing guy; Chris figured he must be fairly bored to be fishing for a party to go to. Aaron cocked a thumb at Chris. "His buddy's having a party at TKE, some of the guys from the house thought we might swing by that. I think they got a couple of kegs, right?" He looked at Chris. "Yeah, that's what Ian said." Chris hesitated: he'd really wanted it to just be him and Aaron at the party since he was leaving for Thanksgiving break the next morning, but it would be suspicious (and kind of rude) to not invite the other guys along. He'd certainly been to enough of theirs by now. "You guys wanna come with?" "Nah, I can't," Dmitri said. "Denise is leaving tomorrow for Texas--she wants some 'us time' before Thanksgiving break." The big black man sighed. "Women." The others grinned--Denise was a catch and they all knew it. "How 'bout you Henry?" Aaron asked, finally settling the name question for Chris. "Up for a party?" Henry's long face twisted in thought. "Maybe...is it gonna be a sausage fest?" "Dunno," Aaron shrugged. "TKE usually has some pretty cute girls hanging around, right Chris?" "Yeah, usually. They do mixers with KKG a lot--some of them are hot." Chris was just winging it--his attention was generally focused on the brothers when he was over there. Henry shrugged. "What the hell, I'll give it a shot. See you guys there in a few?" He grabbed his gear and prepared to head to his dorm on the north side of campus. "Sounds good." "Catcha there." The others headed in the opposite direction to drop off their own gear: Dmitri peeling off towards Denise's place down on west campus while Chris and Aaron cut through the park back to their house. Feeling a bit irascible, Chris decided to just walk in silence. Sure enough, it took all of two minutes before Aaron couldn't contain himself any longer. "So, did you like the match?" "Yeah, it was great--I've never been to one before. Joey really crushed it--I can see why he's so good." Chris tried to keep a straight face--how long could he drag this out? "Yeah, he's a stud. Did you like the other matches?" Aaron was fishing hard, but Chris couldn't resist another tweak. "Yeah, I liked Dmitri's a lot--I would not want to make that guy mad. He's a beast." Chris bit his lower lip, trying to keep a poker face. "Aaand?..." "Aaaand what?" "Did you see mine?" Aaron was practically vibrating with excitement. "Aw man, no. I'm so sorry Aaron--I had to take a leak so bad, and by the time I got back it was over. I'm really really sorry--but you won, right?" Chris tried to look remorseful as Aaron burst. "You missed--you--aaargh!! I was fucking amazing!" Aaron dropped his bag and pivoted into a re-enactment. "He came in too high, I could see it, and I just dropped in--BAM--and then he was over, and I just knew I had him! Classic hip throw! I just dropped down, right on him, and 1-2-3 PINNED BABY!! I put us over the top and won the whole show!!" Aaron pumped his fist. "And in a new weight class, thank you very much! And you missed the whole--what?" Chris couldn't contain his laughter anymore. "Sorry Tigg," he gasped, wiping his eyes, "I'm just yankin' your chain. I saw the whole thing--you were amazing!" Aaron's blue eyes narrowed combatively. "You dick. I am so gonna get you for that. You are going down!" He lunged for Chris, who ducked behind a lamp post still laughing. "No wait! If you chase me you can't tell your story again--aaah!" Chris jumped back, barely avoiding Aaron's grasp. Crap, he'd just seen the wrestler in action--how could he have forgotten how quick he was? Deprived of the lamppost's protection he had to run for the nearest trees, Aaron hot on his heels vowing revenge and laughing as he pursued him. Eventually he got caught of course, Aaron's muscular grip catching him in a bear hug to lift him off the ground and then turning him around to press his back against a tree. They were both breathing heavily, white clouds mixing in the winter air, and Chris's hat had fallen off at some point in the chase. They grinned at each other and then relaxed, warm bodies pressing together. "You are such a shit," Aaron growled. He gave Chris's shoulders a little shove back. Chris slid his arms around Aaron's waist, trim even with a winter jacket over it. A smug smile was on his face. "I know, but I couldn't resist--you were just sooo spun up. You really were amazing though--that was like some 'Matrix'-level move you pulled." His expression softened. "You da best." He leaned in to give Aaron a quick kiss, the short beard tickling his lips and chin. "Well, as long as you see and acknowledge my awesomeness...." Aaron leaned in for a second kiss, this one a bit longer. "Did you really like it though? I mean, I'm stoked you came, but don't feel like you have to or anything." "No, it was really cool. I mean, I don't know much about wrestling, but it was fun. And you looked really hot in that outfit." The wrestling tights didn't leave much to the imagination, and knowing what was under them made it hotter. More than once during the match Chris had felt himself chubbing up at the view. "You like that singlet, huh?" "Mmhmm." Chris smiled and slid his hands down to the top of Aaron's tight ass. "Wellll...maybe I could do a little modeling for you later then." Aaron's expression was sliding from teasing to horniness, and when he pressed his pelvis against Chris's there was a definite lump that wasn't there before. Chris pressed his own against it, then let out a soft moan as Aaron's lips grazed his jawline, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin of his neck. "Yeah," he gasped, "maybe we could be a little late for the party." With Aaron's pre-match training schedule they hadn't had sex for a couple of days, and he could feel the stored-up load in his balls starting to leak out. "Mmmm...or a lot late." Aaron's mouth moved up to meet his, and he opened wide to let their tongues slide against each other. Chris grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled them tight together as he started a slow grind against his boyfriend. When he walked by the park several days later Chris could see that the spot they'd ended up in was pretty damn visible from the street, so in retrospect what happened next wasn't that surprising. But at the time he wasn't thinking of anything but Aaron's warm body against his, and so the blast of a pickup horn made him jump. He looked over in time to see the driver flip them off and scream "Fuck you, faggots!" before gunning it up the street, a Sigma Nu sticker prominently displayed in the rear window. Chris froze, high school memories of jackasses like this flooding back. At the time he hadn't paid much attention to that sort of thing, but ever since he'd met Aaron they'd been on his mind. Not to mention his parents' disapproval, or the views of their church.... The warm bubble he'd been in a minute ago popped, and he let his arms slide from Aaron's body. A look of deep sadness crossed Aaron's face, and he opened his mouth to say something. He paused, rethinking, and finally settled on "Fuck him. Asshole." He went up on tiptoe and kissed Chris on his forehead, then pulled away and tugged on his hand to follow. "C'mon. Let's go see Ian and get drunk." They retrieved their things and headed back to the house in silence. By the time they got there Chris had restored his equilibrium, and if his mood hadn't completely recovered he was at least ready to have some fun. They arrived at the TKE house to find a rowdy party already in full swing, and headed to the keg to get some beers. Ian was holding court with some buddies they knew, and then Henry found them, and pretty soon they were part of a scrum of guys (and more than a few girls, so Henry was happy) having a great pre-holiday blowout. By midnight Chris was pretty buzzed. He ambled over to the keg for a refill where Aaron was topping up his own beer. Surprisingly, the wrestler didn't seem to be drinking much--he was usually as rowdy as Joey at keggers. "You're pretty sober--thought you'd be celebrating your win. Did you tell Ian about it?" Ian was hardly a wrestling groupie, but he always got a kick out of Aaron's enthusiastic retellings. "Yeah, he was amazed--as he should be." Aaron sounded distracted, and as he sipped his beer his eyes scanned the room. Chris turned to follow his gaze. There were a couple of muscle heads in full regalia (hoodies, backwards ball caps) talking in the corner, and one of them seemed to be eyeballing him. When he saw Chris looking he leaned in drunkenly to the other one and said something in his ear, an unpleasant grin on his face. His friend shrugged and walked off, the Sigma Nu logo clearly visible on his cap. Oh. He turned back to Aaron. The jock's gaze was still focused over Chris's shoulder, and his face hardened. "Fuck," he said, "asshole incoming." A minute later Chris felt someone bump into him, slopping his beer over his hand, and Musclehead #1 staggered up to the keg. He was big, probably Dmitri's size, and under other circumstances Chris would've thought he was decent-looking: strong jaw, short brown hair, slightly turned-up nose, and the obligatory musclehead shake 'n bake tan. The whole effect was ruined though by the drunken leer he shot Chris, swaying as he refilled his solo cup. "Enjoying your beer, faggot?" he asked. "What?" Chris suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights. "I said, 'How's your beer, faggot?!'" Musclehead's voice rose as he spoke, and a couple of guys nearby turned around to look. "What are you talking about?" The nightmare that had led to his big fight with Aaron was coming true, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Aaron set down his beer and leaned in. "Fuck off, asshole." Musclehead refocused his bleary gaze on the newcomer. "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm the guy telling you to leave him alone. Now fuck. Off." Aaron's face had an ugly intensity that Chris had never seen before--this was way beyond his game face at a match. "Whah? You his butt buddy or something?" The flushed face squinted. "Yeah, that's right, yer the one making out with him in the park!" He was loud enough now that the group around the keg had all turned to watch, staring at the three of them as Musclehead's built up his rage. "Fucking disgusting. You two faggots make me SICK!!" When Chris was twelve he and his best friend Pete had biked out to a mountain lake on an unseasonably warm April day. The water had looked bright and inviting and they'd egged each other on until Chris had stripped to his underwear and jumped in. Just before he'd hit he'd just had time to register a few stray chunks of ice floating on the surface, and then he was in. The sensation was indescribable, miles beyond what he'd considered "freezing" when he was playing outside in the winter. He barely felt the burning cold before he went numb all over. His skin felt like it was instantly five sizes too small, locking his limbs in place and squeezing the air from his lungs. When he burst to the surface he tried to suck in more air, and found it almost impossible: the wind had been knocked out of him, and it was not coming back. Every thought in his brain was swept away by the overwhelming desire to get out of the icy water RIGHT NOW, and he barely held down his panic as he tried to get his limbs to move him to shore. By the time he emerged from the water he was trembling so hard he could barely stand; Pete had not followed him in. That same sensation washed over him now. All he could think of was escape, but he could barely breath, let alone move. Part of his brain was screaming at him to do something, but it was locked behind a wall of ice. All he could do was watch, frozen. Aaron pushed around the keg, face white with fury. "You need to get the fuck out of here right now, you piece of shit," he growled. "I'M a piece of shit?! I'M a piece of shit?!!" Musclehead was spitting his words out now, his face red, and half the party had turned to watch. Those nearest the protagonists were backing away, sensing the real possibility of a fight. "I'm not the one humping this cocksucker's leg in the park, you fucking QUEER!!" He pointed at Chris with one hand, and shoved Aaron back with the other. "You worthless shit," Aaron spat, and shoved back. "He's a better person than you'll ever be." "FUCK YOU!" the goon roared, and stepped in for a roundhouse punch that would probably have laid Aaron out cold. It never connected though. In a moment that Chris would remember for the rest of his life, Aaron slid in under the punch, one hand grabbing the meaty arm to pull it even farther forward while his shoulder connected with Musclehead's hips. When Aaron stood up the gym rat was stretched out across his shoulders, the two of them forming a T. With a roar of rage Aaron pressed up with his whole body, tossing the larger man over his head to crash down on the floor, flat on his back and utterly stunned. "No, fuck you!!" Aaron leaned in to scream down at the gasping face below him. "You just got your ass kicked by a faggot, you fucking loser!!" He gave Musclehead a kick in the ribs--not as hard as it could've been, Chris saw, but far from gentle. "And if you EVER mess with my boyfriend again--EVER--I will fucking finish you!! Am I clear?!" Musclehead flopped in slow motion, still trying to suck in some air. Aaron administered another kick. "I said, AM I *FUCKING CLEAR*?!" Musclehead groaned, but managed a small nod before rolling on his side to vomit. The only other sound in the room was the stereo playing a female rapper: You can tell it not to show its face When you are trying to hold your space But it's in you deep in your sinews And it comes out on the coldest days Oh good, Chris thought numbly, I have my own soundtrack. He felt like every circuit breaker in his head had tripped. There were voices starting up again, but the syllables meant nothing; he just stood there while they washed over his head. A humongous bruiser in a Sigma Nu sweatshirt was having a tense but quiet exchange with Aaron, but it just slid off his brain like water. His feet led him from the room, zombie-like, and he let them sweep him away from the crowd up the stairs to the back of the house until he found an unoccupied room. He closed the door and sat on the bed, mind blank. In his dreams this had always been the end, the worst, game over. But in his dreams he hadn't had someone there with him, and under the numbness he felt a glow of gratitude for Aaron's presence. And...relief. It was starting to sink in that this was pretty much as bad as things could get, but the world hadn't ended. No one had shit on him now that they knew his secret--and hadn't there been one or two people who'd patted him on the shoulder as he'd stumbled upstairs? And Aaron sure wasn't going anywhere. He realized he had tears running down his cheeks, but even as he sniffed and wiped them off he felt a lightness he'd never experienced before. Maybe.... After a couple minutes the wave of emotion passed and he got a grip on himself. Probably time to rejoin the party, he thought, see how Aaron is doing. Just then the door opened and Ian's freckled face poked in, instantly filling with concern as he took in Chris's state. "Hey bud, there you are," he said softly. "Thought you might like onea these." He came in holding two solo cups and handed Chris the full on, then closed the door and sat beside him on the bed. "How, uh, how you doin'?" Chris took a deep gulp of beer and sighed. "Okay I guess. Sorry to wreck your party." "Nah, it's fine. Not your fault. Everyone's back to beer pong already--it's cool." The redhead was quiet for a minute while they both sipped their beers. "You know you could've told me right? I mean, it's not like we're not still buds." Chris felt his eyes watering again. "Thanks." His voice was low and hoarse. Ian looked over at him. "Ahhhh shit. C'mere." Ian gave him an awkward one-armed hug. "We're good man, it's all gonna be fine." He downed some more beer. "It is, you'll see." Chris took a deep shuddering breath and pulled away to wipe his eyes, then killed off his beer in one long swallow. "Sorry, just been kind of a fucked-up day I guess." Ian patted his shoulder. "Hey, could be worse: you could be the one puking your guts out in front of everyone after some pansy just owned your ass." Chris snorted. "Yeah, Aaron laid him out pretty good, huh?" "That he did." Ian sipped. "You picked a good one." "Yeah." Chris gave a lopsided smile. "He's pretty awesome." Ian chuckled. "And I wasted all this time worrying about you never getting laid." He slow-punched Chris on the arm. "You owe me a girlfriend buddy." Chris nodded. "Aye aye. Wingman Chris, reporting for duty." They fist bumped solemnly. The door popped open again and this time it was Aaron's tense face that peered around it, lighting up when he saw Chris. "There you are!" Chris jumped up, his worries swept away at the sight, and grabbed the wrestler in the tightest hug he could manage. Aaron returned it and the two of them stood there silently for a minute, bodies tight. Chris could've let it go on forever, basking in this raw physical feeling of belonging. "I love you," he whispered, and felt Aaron squeeze him even tighter. "I love you too," he whispered back fiercely, and with that the evening was right again. Finally they pulled apart, both of their eyes watering up a little bit, and then turned around to see Ian still standing there and looking awkward. "Found him," the TKE brother said. Aaron laughed. "Yeah, thanks Ian. Oh hey--one sec!" He ducked out of the door for an instant to grab something off the hall shelf, then came back with three full solo cups. "Thought you could use these." He passed them around and they toasted silently before taking deep swallows; Chris realized he was swaying a bit as the beers started piling up in his blood, but worrying about it seemed pointless, so he downed another gulp. "So...what happened after I, uh, left?" Fled, a guilty part of him whispered. Aaron shrugged. "Some of the Sigma Nu brothers dragged the shithead off. Don't think they were too happy with him. One of them said sorry at least; said he'd make sure there wasn't any trouble with the cops." Ian grinned. "And that he'd hold the asshole down while you finished kicking the shit out of him if he fucked with you or Chris again." He raised his cup in salute. Aaron wore a look of satisfaction. "Yep. And that." He looked directly at Chris. "He'll never be a problem again," he promised. Chris gave a small smile back. He'd never felt like he needed a protector but...it was nice to know Aaron had his back no matter what. "Thanks Tigg." He finished his beer, then took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go down and get some beers, huh?" He was wobbling a bit as they headed to the hall, but not too badly he thought. At the top of the stairs they ran into the big Sigma Nu goon Chris had seen talking to Aaron after the fight. He froze for a second but then rallied: he wasn't going to make Aaron stand up for him every time he had to deal with some prick. Even if this guy was the size of Big Dave. "Uh, hey," the goon said. "Someone said you were up here. Thought maybe you could use an apology beer." He held up a foam-topped red cup for Chris to take. Chris blinked a couple of times. He was ready to mix it up, but his sodden brain finally picked up on the fact that this was an apology. Maybe the goon wasn't a goon after all... "Uh, okay, thanks." The not-goon held out his hand. "I'm Kevin. I'm the Sigma Nu president. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened earlier." Chris shook the proffered paw. "Brenner is just an asshole man, straight up. He's a legacy who thinks he's hot shit because his daddy was a Sigma Nu that donated a lot of money, so now we're stuck with him." Kevin sighed. "I'm stuck with him. Anyway, like I told your boy here, he won't be any trouble again. He is, you let me know and the brothers'll take care of it." Chris drank some of his new beer, trying to process this turn of events. "Well, thanks." "For what it's worth, my cousin's gay. He put up with a lot of shit in school that none of us knew about until he came out." Kevin's face hardened. "He's a good guy who didn't deserve any of that. So you or your boy need some turds kicked to the curb, let me know. Cool?" "Yeah, cool. Thanks." Chris tossed back the rest of his beer, then tried to focus on Kelly. "You football shitheads are okay," he slurred. The big man grinned. "Thanks little man." He looked Chris up and down, then turned to Aaron. "Might be time to pour your boyfriend into a bed, champ." "Yep," Aaron grunted; somehow Chris had tipped onto him and Aaron was propping him up. "He's kind of a lightweight." Chris wasn't quite clear on what happened next, but somehow he'd ended up with an arm draped over Aaron's shoulder, while the wrestler gripped his waist. "Okay babe, time to get you home." "Bye Ian!" Chris shouted, waving towards where he thought his friend might be, and then Aaron was leading him downstairs and out the door, through the cold to the warmth of their bed. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The next morning he slid into consciousness, aware that he had to pee like a racehorse. Aaron was flat on his back in bed next to him, breathing heavily. Chris did a self-check as he pissed for what felt like five minutes. Not too bad actually: he had a little headache but it was bearable, he'd somehow gotten into a tee shirt and boxers before bed, and his mouth didn't even taste too gross, so he probably hadn't puked. He'd never gotten so wrecked that had been a problem, and he was kind of hoping he could skip that college experience. He tried to slide back into bed carefully, but as soon as he settled in Aaron flopped over to spoon up next to him. His dark blond hair was adorably tousled, not like Chris's bed head mess, and Chris couldn't help a little twinge of hair envy. Aaron's muscular body burrowed in closer to his as he started to wake up and Chris knew there'd be no getting back to sleep: nine o'clock was late for his Tigger. "Morning babe" he croaked. Okay, maybe he wasn't 100% yet. One eye popped open and Aaron gave him a wry look. "How you feeling champ?" "Ehhh, not too bad really. Just a little headache. And no beer breath." He blew on Aaron's face. Aaron made a face. "Yeah, you really, really wanted to brush your teeth last night after I pumped you full of water. Wouldn't hurt to grab a little Scope though." "Sorry." Aaron pulled his face down for a kiss. "I'll manage." It was a good kiss, but Chris broke it off after a minute despite the activity it had started in his boxers. "Um...I'm really sorry I bailed on you last night." It came out in a rush. Aaron pulled back. "Whah? No, no, don't worry about it babe. Really. I'm not looking for someone to join MMA with me." He gave Chris a heartfelt look. "I'm looking for you." He pulled himself up and kissed Chris on the forehead. "I love you the way you are." He kissed him again, on the nose. "You're the sweetest guy I know." He kissed him on the side of the mouth. "You're the one I want to be with." Aaron sounded a little breathless, and when he rolled on top Chris could feel his hard-on. "And I wanna be with you right now." His tongue slid past Chris's lips, and Chris went to rock-hard instantly. Aaron started grinding his hips, rubbing them against each other through their underwear, and Chris let out a half-sigh, half-growl. "Me too," he said and wrapped his legs around Aaron's while his hands fumbled to find the bottom of the wrestler's sleeping tee. Aaron kept thrusting against him as the tee shirt came up and off his torso, his kisses becoming more urgent as the pleasure of rubbing together increased. Finally it was off and his bare chest was pressing into Chris again. "I wanna suck you off so bad," he said, and then his mouth was moving down Chris's neck. There was more fumbling as they got Chris's shirt off, and then his warm lips were on Chris's nipples, suckling them to hardness so he could tease them with his teeth. Chris shivered at the tingles of pleasure he was feeling, then began slowly squirming as Aaron's tongue lapped across his abs to his faint treasure trail. The wrestler slid his hands up the legs of his boxers, fingers caressing Chris's balls and rubbing into the fur at the base of his dripping cock; a wet spot the size of a quarter had already formed where he'd been leaking. "God you smell so good," Aaron muttered, "I fuckin' love your cock." He took a deep breath and then they both gave satisfied moans as he worked Chris's shaft out of the fly and into his mouth. Chris was breathing deeply as Aaron's tongue swirled around and around his head. It felt soooo good; the only thing that would make it hotter would be if-- "Turn around A, I wanna suck you too." Aaron looked up at him, face flushed and lips wet with saliva. "Fuck yeah." He pulled off Chris's boxers, then kicked off his own before getting back into bed in the sixty-nine they both wanted. Chris breathed in deeply as Aaron's crotch settled in over his face, the warm musky scent washing over him and making his cock throb. Aaron's clipped 7" shaft was covered with streaks of liquid, and a clear droplet was already about to break free from his piss slit. Chris lifted his neck to capture it, and sighed loudly as his mouth filled with the warm meaty taste of cock. Aaron's mouth mirrored his own, and they both gave muffled moans as they strove to take each other in to the hilt. In their time together Aaron had taught him how to suck cock properly, and if Chris wasn't as good as his boyfriend he still knew how to swallow Aaron all the way until his nose was pressed into the wrestler's smooth balls. Somehow neither one of them suffered from a gag reflex (neither did Dave or Joey, come to think of it), and he was able to purely enjoy the taste and feel of giving head. Aaron made happy little whimpers as Chris's lips slid up and down his shaft, and a steady stream of nutty juice drained from him as his thrusts picked up in intensity. Chris's own hips were bucking up into Aaron's mouth, and he knew he was leaking just as much. Aaron's mouth was sealed onto him, the ring of his lips massaging his shaft while his rough tongue swirled over his taught glans, making him pant in pleasure. Pinned under Aaron's muscular warmth he couldn't move his head very well, but he knew what would make Aaron happy instead. Taking a moment to coat one finger with a generous supply of spit, he gripped Aaron's taught glutes and pulled them apart. He could just make out the pink hairless hole above him, and when the wet middle finger slid inside it Aaron let out a muffled yelp of pleasure. He pulled off Chris long enough to pant "Oh God, finger my ass, just like that! Fuuuck!" and then he was back to giving head with renewed vigor. Chris could feel his balls starting to tighten up, but he wanted Aaron to come first. He hadn't swallowed the jock's spunk in a while, and something in him was hungry for the taste again. Another finger joined the first and he felt Aaron's cock swell in his mouth as it released the richer-flavored juice he knew came just before orgasm. He increased his mouth work, bobbing up and down and working his tongue as much as he could, while his fingers began working Aaron's hairless hole in earnest. Aaron's whimpers were growing in volume even as he lost his focus on Chris's cock. Chris could feel the strong thighs trembling as the orgasm approached, and then his mouth was filling with rich salty cream as Aaron unleashed. He ran his free hand roughly over Aaron's ass and back, the body strokes bringing answering shivers through the muscles there and urging more juice into his mouth. More than he could keep up with, actually: as Aaron slowed down Chris could feel the liquid trickling down his cheeks. Buried deep in the jock's crotch he didn't care though: the scent of jizz added to the rest of it, and he let the sensations wash over him, adding to his pleasure. Aaron got his equilibrium back faster than Chris had expected, and soon enough he was back to his blowjob. Chris let the still-hard dick slide out of his mouth and reached down to grab Aaron's skull as he drew the cum up and out of his balls, closer to erupting with each pass of his lips. When he wrapped one hand around Chris's shaft and squeezed that was the final straw: two short pumps and his head arched back into the pillow while his orgasm washed over him. "Oh God, Aaron! I'm--I'm--ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaahhhhgawwwwd!!!" He only half-heard the slurping noises Aaron made as he greedily took Chris's load, but he could definitely feel every drop being vacuumed out of him in waves of pleasure. When they were finally done and Aaron had finished lapping up all his juice they rolled over onto their sides, still breathing heavily. The room was cool, but they both were plenty warm from their exertion. "Damn," Aaron sighed, "I needed that. That was awesome." He took a deep breath, then let it out. "Thanks babe." He lifted his head and looked up at Chris, then chuckled. "Man, I jizz-blasted the crap out of you. Sorry about that." "It's fine." Chris wiped his cheek with the back of one hand, then on a whim licked it. "Kinda hot actually." "Slut." Aaron grinned, and Chris grinned back, and then they were both giggling. It was true, Chris thought, this thing with Aaron had made him kind of slutty. But he wouldn't trade it for anything. The warm glow stayed with him as they showered up together; it had sort of become a tradition with them after sex. Even when it didn't lead to another round of sex, Chris loved the closeness and the body contact: he'd happily spend all day running his soapy hands over Aaron's sculpted body, and the look of bliss on Aaron's face when Chris gave him a scalp massage was adorable. This time there was no follow-up fooling around: Chris's sister and her husband were due to show up soon to take him home for Thanksgiving break. And sure enough, he'd barely finished packing when Kelly was at the door. He didn't really see it, but people said they looked a lot alike: they did both have wavy black hair (hers in a pony tail), fine-featured faces, and trim builds. Maybe their eyes were kinda similar?... He gave a mental shrug, then let her in to a big embrace. "Hey--you made it! Where's Alex?" Chris was disappointed her husband wasn't there: he and Chris had hit it off ever since he'd started dating Kelly, and Alex was like an older brother to him. "Ahhh, he's gotta come later: his CO wouldn't let him leave early. Some sort of computer emergency." Alex was apparently some sort of hot shot programmer at the Air Force base (details classified) and his services were always in demand. "He'll be driving down Wednesday." She made a face--they both knew what traffic would be like. "You ready Squirt?" That was the nickname she'd given him ever since he was little. From the kitchen he heard Aaron choke out a laugh, then try to cover it up with a fake coughing fit. Chris rolled his eyes. "Uh hey, Kelly, this is Aaron. A, this is my sister Kelly." They shook hands, Aaron trying to keep a straight face without much success. "Oh, and that's Gabe and Big Dave." He pointed to the living room, where the guys were watching football. "Hi guys!" she waved. "Which one is which?" she stage whispered. Both guys glanced up. "Yo," they waved absentmindedly. "Whelp, let's hit the road huh? I want to get south of Denver before traffic hits." "Sounds good." Chris grabbed his bag. "Later guys." His eyes locked briefly with Aaron's and they exchanged a smile. "Later Squirt." Aaron's grin was open now, and Chris just shook his head as he headed out the door and home to his family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The first few days flew by: catching up with high school buddies, visiting with aunts and uncles who all commented on how big he'd gotten, preparing for the Thanksgiving feast, and of course the obligatory church activities. Usually he just tuned them out, but this year it was harder to: knowing what was going on with Aaron made him painfully aware of the secret life he was leading now, and he just wanted to get away from it all. It didn't help that he'd been too busy to do more than text a bit with Aaron, and when he got the message that read "family cool w us. Lots of hugs from all. They want to meet u. miss u! XOXOXO" it just made him feel more isolated. Happy for Aaron, but it made their separation worse. He sighed mentally and tried to get focused back on the Scrabble game he was playing--his brother-in-law was kicking his butt, as usual. When it finally ended and the teasing died down he stood up. "Well that's enough for me tonight. I'm gonna hit the sack." "Aw c'mon man, it's not even midnight yet. Stay up." His curly-headed brother-in-law looked disappointed. Chris's parents always turned in early so it was just the three of them. "Nah, not tonight. Gotta get up early tomorrow for all the Turkey Day stuff, and I'm just beat." He was too: he'd pushed hard at the gym to make up for all the food he'd been eating. But mostly he just wanted to be by himself. "We'll do a rematch tomorrow Alex." He forced a grin. "Plenty of time to kick your butt." Alex looked like he was going to say something, but Kelly shot him a look and he shut up. She knew he just sometimes needed some down time, and he was grateful to his sister for knowing it. "Okay man, get rested up. Shoot some hoops tomorrow before the game comes on?" "Sure, sounds good." They said their goodnights, Kelly giving him a sisterly worried look as she did. But she knew poking Chris wouldn't get her anywhere, so she kept her mouth shut. Relieved, Chris headed up to bed. He'd finished brushing his teeth and was settling into bed when his phone buzzed: it was Aaron. U up still? Yes. Just thinking of you. :-) wanna call? Sure. Will call you. Chris got up and closed his door while he dialed. His room was at the end of the house where the heat never worked well; it'd be freezing in the morning if he left it that way, but he wanted some privacy. Aaron picked up on the first ring. "Hey you!" He sounds so happy, Chris thought, and felt a warm glow. "Hi Tigg." Suddenly he didn't know what else to say. "So, um...how's it going?" He pounded his forehead--God, that was lame. He hoped Aaron had at least picked up that he was excited too. "Great!" And Aaron was off on his recap. Apparently word of the fight at TKE had gotten out, along with the reason, and Dmitri and several of the guys on the team had called or texted their support. Their coach had called him in for what was technically a talking-to about the fight, but had really ended up being more a show of support for his coming out. And if his family had been a little surprised when he'd dropped his first hints, they'd gotten over it just fine by the time he got home. "It's not like they've never met a gay guy in San Francisco," he laughed. "That's awesome Tigg." Chris felt a surge of pride at how Aaron was handling this, even if he also felt lame for his own lack of progress. "Good for you." Aaron turned the conversation to how his break was going, and they chatted about that for a while. At some point he heard someone going into the bathroom across the hall, but his voice was low and anyway they weren't saying anything incriminating, so he didn't worry about it. Finally he reached the end of his update and wound down. "So...anything else going on?" He heard Aaron give a little grunt; it sounded like he was settling into his own bed. "Mmm...I miss you. A lot." "Yeah, me too." Suddenly he couldn't wait to be back on campus, having this conversation in bed together. "I wish you were here right now. Next to me." He heard Aaron taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I can't wait to see you again." He could imagine exactly how Aaron's body would feel pressed next to his, how he would smell. He idly ran a hand over his stomach as he pictured it all. "Me either. I'm hard just thinking about it." Chris sucked in his breath. He'd jerked off a couple of times in the shower: thinking about Aaron while he was soaping up left only one way to get some relief. But hearing Aaron talking about his dick in that husky voice made him feel as horny as though he'd never rubbed one out. He arched his back and sighed as he groped himself through his underwear. "Mmmm...me too." "Oh shit yeah. Are you playing with your dick?" "Yeah. A little." He gave a tight chuckle. "Kind of a lot." He squeezed harder and his dick gave a lunge, his boxers barely keeping it from slapping up against his belly. "Mmmh." "Ahhh...fuck. Me too--I'm starting to leak. Pull your dick out and stroke it good for me.." Chris could hear Aaron breathing more heavily, and so was he: the image of Aaron's muscular body flexing as he played with himself turned his dick into an iron bar. He fished it out of his fly and started to stroke it, the dripping head providing natural lubrication. "Yeah..." he sighed. "You leakin'?" "Yeah. Yeah, a lot." He was too--it was like he hadn't gotten off in days. He wished more than anything that Aaron was with him right now, but...jacking off together on the phone was really turning him on too. "Aw fuck, I wish I was there right now so I could lap that shit up. I'd take your head in my mouth and start licking it clean while I sucked all the juice leaking out of it. Would you like that?" "Oh jeez, yes...unh...suck me Aaron...." Chris could imagine how it would feel if Aaron were there blowing him, and he gave his shaft an extra squeeze. "Uuunnnhh.... Hang on, I gotta get some lotion." He leaned over and fished some out of his duffle, impatient to lube up so he could continue. In his hurry he got way more than he needed, but it didn't matter--he was going to make a mess soon anyway. "Shit, me too." He heard some assorted rustling noises, then: "Fuck yeah. God, I'm thinking about your mouth on my cock and it's making me crazy. I wish I were 69ing you right now, I swear I'd have my nose in your balls." He would too, Chris knew: having learned on Joey's monster, Aaron could deep throat him like a champ. He whimpered as he slowly twisted his grip over his cock head, imagining it was Aaron's throat stimulating him. "Oh God Aaron, that feels so good. I wish I had you in my mouth right now..." "I'm leaking big time--you want some of that?" "Yes," Chris sighed, "yes." He closed his eyes, imagining their bodies pressed together, and couldn't resist the urge to stroke faster. "Oh Jesus, you sound so fucking hot. Spread your legs for me babe--show me that big fat cock." Chris imagined the look in Aaron's eyes as he tilted the shaft upright. "It's all for you Tigg. Suck me." Aaron wasn't there, but he spread his legs wide in invitation anyways. "Oh yeah, such a beautiful dick. I love having it in my mouth...mmmm.... You know what I want even more though?" "What?" Chris's voice was hoarse with lust. Anything Aaron wanted was fine with him. Anything. "That tight ass. You want me to stick my tongue up in there? Open you up?" Chris didn't even think. His left hand was already good and slimy from the lotion, and it only took an instant to work it under the waistband of his boxers, slide through his pubes, and start probing for his tender hole. When he found it and the tip of his index finger slid in he let out a moan, barely remembering in time to keep it quiet before someone heard. "Yessss...eat me Aaron." He wiggled the finger and bit back another cry. "Eat me!" he whispered. "Oh fuck," Aaron muttered, "fuck...so tight...working my tongue inside you...stretching that little hole...mmmhh!!" He was breathing heavily now, and Chris could faintly hear him fapping away. He picked up his own pace to match it. "Aaron, you feel so good...my cock is dripping on my stomach I'm so hard." He shoved a second finger in, deeply, and gave a muffled groan of need. "Fuck me Aaron, I need you to fuck me so I can come!" "Godamn, yes...you're so tight babe...you always make my dick feel so good. I'm sliding it in you now, pushing into your ass just the way you like...mmm...balls deep in your hole...fucking your hole...." Aaron's panting had gotten louder and faster. Chris began fingering himself in earnest, while his right hand picked up the stroking. "Yes! Faster Tigg, faster! You feel so good--you're gonna make me come!" He was too: he could feel the jizz boiling in his balls as they prepared to unleash. "Harder Tigg, I'm gonna come! I'm comiiiiiiinng!" It was a struggle keeping his voice down. "Me too babe! Me too! Stroke your---ahhh--stroke your cock! Aaaaahhaahhhfuuuuck! Unggh! Ungh! Uhhhhhhnnnn...." The sounds of Aaron's orgasm provided the perfect background as Chris shot his wad. He didn't even see where the first blast went, but the next couple were near-vertical, splattering back down on his boxers and the bottom of his tee shirt. He didn't care--his brain was filled with images of Aaron on top of him, inside him, with him. It wasn't the same as the real thing, but it sure felt great. He gave a long sigh of happy relaxation. "Damn," Aaron said, "I needed that. I made a freakin' mess though." Chris chuckled. "Yeah, me too." "Mmm...wish I was there to help clean up." Aaron gave a lazy sigh. "Guess I'll just have to do some more cleaning up when you get back." Chris smiled. "Yep, guess so. I'll see what I can do." He felt his face warm slightly: now that he'd come he was more self-conscious about this stuff. Not like he used to be, but he knew he was still a little uptight. "I bet you will, big boy. Can't wait to see you shoot one." "Um, me too." Aaron chuckled. "You're so cute when you get all shy on me." "Shut up! I'm not." Chris felt his face warm further. Aaron laughed again. "C'mon, admit it: your lying there with your dick in your hand and that big old load in your lap, and you're like," his voice went into a Southern falsetto, "'Land sakes, what came over me? I don't know how I got my knickers so messy. What ever was I thinking?'" Chris had to laugh. "You're such a dork." Okay, maybe Aaron was kind of right. A little. "And you're super cute. I *know* why my knickers are soaking wet: you get me going and I can't stop myself." "Me too...." "That's the spirit! Listen, we're doing a bunch of shit early tomorrow, and I'm really sleepy for some strange reason, so I'm gonna let you go, 'kay?" "Yeah, sure...wish you were here Tigg." "Me too babe, me too. 'Night." "G'night." Chris hung up and set about cleaning himself up before he fell asleep. When he woke up a few hours later to go to the bathroom the memories of his jerkoff session came back, and he couldn't get to sleep until he'd pleasured himself a second time. After he came he drifted back asleep with a smile on his face. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Thanksgiving weather was surprisingly good the next morning: cold but clear, the weak sunlight providing enough warmth that he and Alex could play a game of Horse while his mom and sister worked on the meal and his dad watched the pregame shows. Chris pulled comfortably ahead H to H-O-R-S as they chatted: Alex wasn't a klutzy dork any more than Chris was a dumb jock, but they each had their strengths. "So how's the dating scene treating you Squirt?" Alex had picked up on Chris's nickname a long time ago and Chris was used to it by now, even if he was bigger than the thin programmer. His brother-in-law sank a shot from the bush at the edge of the driveway. "Oh you know, nothing really going on." Chris shrugged, feeling uncomfortable with how the conversation was going, but still making his shot. "Oh yeah? So who were you talking to last night then?" Alex went for a left-handed shot, but it bounced off the rim into the street and he ran to fetch it. He passed the ball to Chris, waiting for an answer. "It was just a friend." Chris's shot went low and he had to chase the ball into the neighbor's yard. When he got back Alex was giving him an intent look, half-joking but also serious underneath. "C'mon man. Your room is cold as balls with that door closed." Alex knew from experience: before he and Kelly bad gotten married he'd spent his sleepover nights on an air mattress on Chris's floor. And if he'd sometimes vanished in the night for an hour or two, well, Chris had never said anything. The unspoken secret had been one of the things that bonded the three of them. "And no one closes their door in the middle of the night to talk in a low voice unless it's a girlfriend." He grinned as he shot from the end of the driveway, his face turning to surprise when he actually made the long shot. Something must've showed on Chris's face, because Alex put his hands up. "Don't worry man, I didn't listen in or anything--I just had to take a whiz is all. But c'mon bud, spill it. What's the deal? You got a thing going on finally? You've earned it after your stint in Crazy Camp." He tilted his head towards the house. He got on fine with the 'rents, but he knew firsthand all about their views on dating. Chris picked up the ball, and as he did the image of Aaron dropping the Sigma Nu meathead onto the floor rose up. Suddenly he wasn't afraid anymore. "It's a guy," he said, and sank the shot. Alex's eyebrows twitched up, and then he looked thoughtful. "Well okay then. That's cool." He took the ball from Chris and tried for another end-of-the-driveway shot. "Shit." He retrieved the ball and handed it to Chris. "So is this like a thing? Like a real thing?" Chris could feel the adrenaline starting to surge, and fought it down. He was doing this. "Yeah." He nodded. "It is." Alex's face lit up in happiness, and for a second Chris saw what drew his sister to him. "That's great Chris, just great." He grabbed Chris in a big hug. "I'm really happy for you man, you deserve it." Chris hugged him back, a wave of gratitude and relief washing over him. "Thanks." His voice was a little hoarse. Alex patted his back. "Sure thing. Family, right?" He gave a quick squeeze, then let Chris go. "You tell Kelly yet?" Chris shook his head. "You want me to say something? Or not--I've got Top Secret clearance, I can keep my mouth shut you know, even around my wife." "Ummm...I dunno. I mean, I hadn't really planned on this, you know? But I mean it's okay, whatever." Alex gave him an assessing look for a second. "I'll just let you two talk it over on the ride back, how's that? Nothing in front of Team Jeebus, okay?" Chris nodded. "Yeah, that's cool. Thanks Alex." "No problem Squirt. Now make this fucking shot so we can go in--I'm freezing my ass off." It took two more rounds before Alex got the final "E," but they finally got in out of the cold, just in time to stuff their faces at the family table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The ride home Saturday with his sister went even better than he'd hoped. "So Alex says we should talk?..." she'd started, and it'd all come out after that. The two of them had always been close, and having Kelly in on his secret was a huge burden lifted. By the time they rolled back into town Chris felt better than he had in a long time. "So you haven't told Mom or Dad yet, huh?" Chris just rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. And maybe you shouldn't right away, but...maybe. I mean, on my wedding day Dad came in to see how I was doing, and I thought he was going to do the usual thing about making sure my hotel reservations were in order, or say a prayer or something. And of course he did do a prayer, but then he said 'Honey, you know how I feel about proper relations outside of marriage. And I know that you and Alex haven't maybe had the same feelings about that. But I love you and I'm happy for you and that's the most important thing. Don't ever forget that.' It was really sweet. So when you're ready...they might surprise you is all I'm saying." They pulled into the driveway. "I've gotta get out and use your bathroom." She touched his arm briefly. "But just think about it, okay? Now really, I've gotta pee." She got out and hustled inside while Chris unloaded his duffle and hauled it up to his room. A few minutes later she was done and they were standing in the kitchen, sipping Cokes before saying their goodbyes. "So where's your man anyway? I barely got a chance to meet him." "He gets back later tonight; his flight's at 7:30 I think." "Aw, well I'm sorry I won't get a chance to meet him for real." Kelly grinned. "Plus he's got a nice butt." She stepped in and gave Chris a warm hug, her body lean under the winter clothing. "Take care of yourself Squirt. We'll come into town soon and go out for beers. The four of us. Okay?" She squeezed. "Yeah, that'd be great." Chris squeezed back. "Thanks sis." Kelly broke the embrace and shrugged. "Hey, it's what I do. I'd better get going." She jabbed a finger at him. "Don't flunk out, or I'll kick your butt, okay?" He nodded and laughed as he walked her to the door. "Sure thing. Drive safe okay?" "You know it. Love you." "Love you too." One last hug, and then she was on her way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . He was in his room half-heartedly reading his PT440 book in bed when he heard the front door slam. "Lucy, I'm hoooome!" Yep, that was Aaron all right. A few seconds later there were footsteps on the stairs, and then there he was: his one and only Tigger, a wide grin plastered on his face. "So, did you miss me?" Chris jumped up and grabbed him in a big hug, squeezing. "Well that's a 'yes.'" Aaron tossed his duffel on the floor and tipped his face in for a kiss, and Chris pulled his head in tight as their lips locked. It felt so good to be back together, he thought, and slipped his tongue into Aaron's mouth. "Mmmm..." the wrestler broke away briefly, but kept his arms tight around Chris's waist. "A definite yes. Aaron like." He leaned back in to pick up where they'd left off, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him as he did. Chris could feel his cock stiffening in anticipation, and it felt like Aaron wasn't far behind. He slid his hands under Aaron's sweater, enjoying the feel of the well-muscled back flexing under his touch. Aaron gave a little grunt when Chris sent one hand dipping down underneath his belt to the top of his ass; they were both breathing heavier as their tongues wrestled with growing intensity. Chris pulled his head away for a minute. "I got you something," he said hoarsely. "Oh yeah?" Aaron's lips couldn't reach Chris's, but his neck was plenty close enough, and Chris let out a little moan as Aaron's beard and tongue stimulated the tender skin there. God he loved it when Aaron did that. "Nnnyeah...." Chris leaned over and reached into the top drawer of his bureau, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he grabbed what he wanted. He was pretty sure he knew Aaron's turn-ons enough that this was a good idea, but if he was wrong he was going to look like such a loser. "Here." He held out a pair of crumpled-up boxers, a little uncertain. Too late now.... Aaron wagged his eyebrows, amused. "Your boxers huh?" He took them, and then his eyes widened slightly as he registered how wet and sticky they were. "Oh shiiiit...are these the ones from the other night when we?..." He pressed them to his face and breathed in deep. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah." His voice was muffled, but there was no mistaking how turned-on he sounded. He inhaled deeply again. Embarrassment avoided, Chris's libido kicked back into high gear. This time it was his teeth biting Aaron's earlobe as he whispered. "And again after you hung up. And again in the morning when I woke up. I couldn't stop thinking about you." His hands went to Aaron's belt, working fast to undo it, and then the jeans. I'm getting really good at this, part of him thought, and then the pants were taken care of and he was sinking to his knees, pulling the underwear down as he went. His mouth watered in anticipation. "Oh God," Aaron breathed, "this is so fucking hot. I used to...aaahhh!" Chris had knelt in, and was sliding his mouth onto Aaron's shaft. The tip had started to leak, and he savored the sweet flavor of precum as he swirled his tongue over the head. He felt the shaft twitch as his lips slid over it, and more of the juice leaked out; he gave a low growl of satisfaction and began bobbing up and down. He made a tunnel with his lips and tongue, relishing the feel of Aaron's clipped head sliding over it, and soon he was taking it all in, breathing in deep each time his nose nestled in Aaron's cropped pubes. His own cock was straining in his jeans, and he struggled for a minute to keep up the blow job while unzipping his own fly. Finally he got it out and started stroking automatically while his focus returned to his boyfriend. Aaron put one hand on his head, guiding Chris's mouth as he humped into it; the other hand was still pressing the soaked boxers into his face. "Fuuuuck..." he half-breathed, half-groaned, "I used to imagine I was in the locker room by myself and I'd found some guy's jock he'd beat off into...." Chris let the wet shaft slide out of his mouth and looked up. "Yeah?..." He took the tip back in his mouth, but kept looking up as he suckled. "Yeah," Aaron panted, "and he'd walk in while I was huffing it and starting to jerk off...oh God yeah Chris..." Chris had lifted his balls with one hand, and begun gently tonguing them; each time his bathed the smooth skin Aaron's cock twitched, and a fresh bead of pre-cum was already trickling off the head. "Lick my nuts, just like that...mmmm...that's what I imagine him doing to me." Aaron put a hand under Chris's chin and lifted his head up until they locked gazes. His eyes were heavy with lust, and his face was flushed. "A hot, totally ripped jock, going down on my while I smeared his jizz all over my face." He wiped the boxers over his mouth. "So fucking sexy." Chris ran the tip of his tongue up the middle of Aaron's ball sack and then along the base of his shaft until he was at the piss slit, never breaking eye contact. "Then what?" he asked, taking Aaron into his mouth again. Aaron gave a little whimper as Chris's tongue worked over the sensitive spot at the very tip. "Then he'd fuck my brains out," he breathed. His voice was hoarse. Chris pulled his mouth away, grabbed Aaron's hips, and spun him around until he was facing the bed. He shoved the blond jock forward, then stood up and pushed him face-down onto the comforter. The lube was in easy reach and he rammed two slick fingers into Aaron's smooth hole; there was almost no resistance. "Like this?" he growled. He'd never been this aggressive before, but seeing Aaron like this was getting him all kinds of fired up, and the site of that tight ass went right to his dick. And there was something crazy hot about Aaron still in his clothes, pants down around his ankles...like they really were getting it on in a locker room. "Don't tease me bro, just fucking put it in." Aaron's voice was muffled by the bedspread and the boxers he'd kept jammed against his face, but he sounded desperate. Chris paused just long enough to smear a quick glob of lube in his dick, then lined up. When he his purple head found the smooth heat of Aaron's hole (already opening up he noticed) he pushed right in, not stopping until his pubes were grinding into the wrestler's ass. "Fuck yes!" Aaron yelped, "Yes!" Chris shuddered with pleasure as he backed out and then rammed back in; the shock of the impact sent a jolt into the root of his dick that was going to make him blow pretty soon. Aaron gave a muffled yelp of pleasure, and as Chris withdrew he started humping the bed. His ass flexed as he did, squeezing Chris in a way that was guaranteed to wring the juice out of him. Chris stopped thinking, and just let his body take over. He was vaguely aware of the slapping sounds their bodies made as he pounded Aaron's hole, and the way Aaron's free hand clawed the bedspread each time Chris bottomed out, but mostly he was thinking about how amazingly good this felt, and how hot it was watching Aaron get off at the same time. "Take it," he grunted, as his hands pressed down on Aaron's back, pinning him to the bed. "Aaahhh...more!! Fuckin'--" Aaron was grinding into the bed fast now. "Nngghh... AAAAHHHHMMMPH!!" Aaron's ass clamped down as he blew his load, grinding against the bed and pushing back into Chris to maximize the pleasure. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Chris panted. He was sooo close! "Take it! Take it!" And that was it: his cock erupted with pleasure as he coated Aaron's guts with his seed. For a moment his vision greyed out as his balls emptied, and then his orgasm was slowly fading away. Aaron kept gamely clenching his ass, milking every bit of pleasure, but finally Chris was done. He collapsed on top of Aaron, still breathing heavily. He'd pull out in a minute, but for now he just wanted to stay right there. "Holy crap," Aaron groaned; he was still breathing heavily too. "You should go away for the holidays more often." "You liked that?" Chris nipped one ear, pleased. Aaron snorted. "Yeah, you could say that." He twisted his neck to look up at Chris. "You are seriously amazing. Like, varsity-level fucking material, right there." Chris grinned and kissed Aaron's cheek. "All right then. Does that mean you'll clean my bedspread for me?" "If you fuck me like that again, then hells yeah." Chris squeezed Aaron tight. "Deal." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Final author's note: I don't make a habit of plugging things, but if you've never listened to Kate Tempest's "The Beigeness," check it out: for me personally it's the best coming-out song ever, and it definitely influenced this chapter. So give it a listen, and let your freak flag fly!