Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 21:59:57 PST From: Jason Trower Subject: Strawberry Boy 3 Hello again everyone. Thank you to everybody who mailed me with words of encouragement. Be assured that even if I didn't get to answer I did read them all I am very grateful. This week our story is going to take a little bit of a twist so lets see if I get any hate mail =) But no matter what happens, Jay and Aaron will be back next week in chapter 4. Hope you enjoy this one, and whether you do or not, let me know: jaytrower@hotmail.com. Thanks again. ************************************************************************** The Strawberry Boy Chapter 3 by jason trower I don't think I've ever cherished an object as much as that ring Aaron gave me. Since he had put it around my neck I had never took it off. I wore it to bed, I showered with it the next morning and I kept it next to my heart every second of the day. But I was kind of unsure what to say or do when somebody else did finally notice it. My family or friends were bound to see me with my shirt off sometime and ask where I got the ring. Since I didn't have a girlfriend I might have to come up with a good story. Oh well, I'd worry about that when the day came. I had to visit some relatives with my family that afternoon...grrrrrr. It was a picnic type thing at a local park but I knew how it would end up: I'd spend the day trying to find a way to occupy myself away from the patronizing, cheek pinching adults who thought I was still 10 and the spoiled little brats running wild. I considered going AWOL and spending the day with Aaron, but he had to work anyway. Maybe Aaron and I should ask to work the same schedule so we'd never be apart? No, that might raise some suspicion. The phone rang and I flopped down on my bed as I answered. "Hows it goin bud?" Aaron said in his usually carefree tone. "Lot better now that I'm talkin with you, but I gotta spend the day with family," I said. "EEEEEWWWWWWWWW," Aaron replied laughing. "I'd rather spend the day with you....in bed," I said lustfully. I heard Aaron sigh slightly on the other end and I pictured that boyish grin of his. I laid back and got comfortable on the bed. I was hard as a rock, and talking to Aaron this way only made my situation seem more depressing. "And just what would we do in bed?" he asked anticipating the answer. "Hmmmmm....well, we'd be naked...I'd get on top of you and stick my tongue down your throat, rub my cock against yours until you're all wet and ready to cum." "Oh damn," Aaron said exhaling hard, "I'd give anything to feel your cock on me right now. Or even better, feel it in my mouth. You don't have any idea how good your dick tastes, and your cum is even better!" Man, Aaron could poke me in the eye with a stick and I'd get turned on, just knowing it was him! This was like phone sex without having to pay for it. I wanted to pull my shorts down and jack off while talking to him so bad, but with my thirteen year old brother, Matt, around the house it was too risky. "You don't know how much I want to be with you today. Being away from you hurts so much," I said. "Well...maybe you can move in with me, then we could make love every night." Just the idea of that almost pushed me over the edge. "You know something," he continued, "I've liked guys for a while now, but I never thought of going all the way. But that first night I was so in love with you I wanted you inside me so bad I would have killed for it. You made my dream come true in that moment." I rolled the small silver ring hanging around my neck between my fingers and closed my eyes. Aaron was my dream come true and I was so touched by his words I thought I was going to cry. I tried to hold back tears as I whispered back to him. "I love you so much, Aaron," I said with some emotion squeaking out in my voice. "I love you man," he replied. "I gotta go, can't wait to feel your body against mine again." We said goodbye and hung up just as Matt walked into the room to tell me to hurry up, it was time to leave. I guess the picnic wasn't so horrible, but after we ate I had to get away and have some time for myself. I walked the trails along the river and soon found myself alone, far from anyone. It was a very warm day so I took my shirt off and kept hiking. I walked, skipped rocks across the calm water, and finally sat down in a quiet spot to think. I sat looking at the ring again and then it occurred to me...I had nothing of such emotional value to give Aaron in return. He had given me probably his most valued possession to show his love, what could I possibly give him that could even come close. I sat there most of the afternoon, listening to the sounds of the woods, smelling the sweet air and watching the slow river. Eventually I hiked back and soon it was time to go home. We hadn't been home long when the phone rang. It was Aaron but he definitely didn't have his usual light, sexy voice. He sounded almost panicked and told me to come over right away. What could he possibly be so upset over? I rode my bike quickly to his house and ran up his front steps and through the door without knocking. Nobody seemed to be home. I ran upstairs and found Aaron pacing the floor nervously in his room. He looked up and I saw tremendous fear in his eyes. I froze, unsure of what to say. I had never seen Aaron in such a state. He pulled me into the room and closed and locked the door as if he expected somebody to barge in on us. "What's going on dude, you look like you've seen a ghost," I said sitting on his bed while he continued pacing. "Shit man, this is it, its all over, I'm so dead, he doesn't know I was talking to you but, oh shit!" he babbled. "What?! What's so horrible?" I said trying to pry something coherent out of him. "This morning....when we were on the phone....," he was trying to say it but couldn't seem to get it out. "WHAT!?!?!" I said impatiently. "I hung up the phone....and turned around....and Chad was standing in my doorway.....he was staring at me like he couldn't speak." It was then the seriousness of the situation hit me like a truckload of bricks. Chad had heard Aaron talking about us having sex. He knew! Chad was Aaron's friend, they had met a few years ago on the eighth grade soccer team. Chad was a nice enough guy, but he had kind of a big head. Plus he was so over the top macho it was disgusting. Not that Aaron and I acted gay or anything, after all we were both bi, but Chad was determined to prove to the world that he was 100% straight. And now he knew Aaron was most certainly not straight. Aaron sat down on the bed next to me and put his face in his hands. He always looked younger than 15, but now he looked like a scared little boy. "What did he do?" I asked cautiously, bracing for the worst. "He stood there staring at me....then he just turned around and walked out," he explained slowly, as if Chad's actions had hurt him. "But it gets worse," he continued. "We're supposed to have a soccer game tomorrow, with me and Chad and a bunch of other guys. What do I do now?" He looked up at me with desperation in his wet brown eyes. He was looking into my eyes hoping for an answer. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. When we released our embrace he let a small smile show and I could tell he was feeling better. "If I were you, I'd go to the game. If you hide out it will only get worse, and the others might ask where you are and Chad might tell them what happened. You guys are friends, he probably wouldn't say anything if you are there and try to act normal about it. Maybe he won't show up." Aaron was still very worried and it took a lot more convincing before he finally agreed to go. We sat there looking into our eyes. His baby browns were so full of dreams and desire I just stared into them. Aaron hugged me tightly and we just sat on the bed holding each other. His hair and skin smelled so sweet. Aaron's tense body began relaxing and his hands moved slowly down my back and around my waist. My lips parted slightly and I pressed them against his neck, nibbling and sucking at his silky skin. His hands found their way under my t shirt and began rubbing my back, gently kneading my young muscles. Our breath became heavy and we were gradually increasing our pace. Finally Aaron pulled my shirt off over my head and as he tossed it aside our lips met in a passionate kiss. Our mouths sucked at each other as if we were gasping for our dying breath. Aaron pushed me back on the bed and leaned over me, kissing and rubbing my bare hairless chest, his tongue licking over my nipples before his lips began sucking at them. My hands roamed through his soft strawberry hair, then grabbed at his shirt trying to pull it off. Aaron came up for air and nearly ripped his shirt off. He stood up long enough to drop his shorts and briefs as I frantically tried to unzip my cut offs. I kicked off my shorts and boxers and spread my legs as Aaron slid over me between them. Our naked bodies slid back and forth as we licked, kissed and sucked at every part of each other. Aaron's thin teen body felt like it was on fire. I pulled him to me tightly feeling the warmth of his chest on mine. He was grinding his cock into me hard and it was quickly pushing me to the edge. "Aaron," I gasped, "I want your cum!" He got the hint and positioned himself over me. I held the base of his cock in my hand and massaged his soft balls with the other. I parted my lips slightly and let him squeeze his rock between them. He always knew how to move his hips, always so gentle and graceful. I wrapped my lips and tongue around him tightly and sucked harder than ever before as he began working himself slowly in and out of my mouth. He was holding my cock in his hand and carefully licking around my circumcised head. Slowly he lowered his mouth over me, going all the way down until I could feel his breath on my balls. He pulled his head up half way and began sucking in rhythm with his hips. His hands held and rubbed my legs while I slid my hands up and down his sides and over that soft smooth butt. He started that low moaning on my dick and I almost lost control. I held back and concentrated on his boyhood in my mouth. I sucked harder, taking deep breaths and trying to pull him deeper into me. His sweet precum dripped into my mouth and slid down my tongue. It was all I could take, I couldn't hold back the whimpers. My legs writhed around Aaron's arms, my hands held his soft hips and buttocks, my chest heaved under his. The climax built up inside me from every corner of my body. I felt the swelling in my balls moving slowly up towards my cock, and then....I would have screamed out loud if Aaron's delicious meat hadn't been in my mouth to muffle it. I felt the semen spray from my penis like a firehose. I couldn't control myself but Aaron's hot teenage body held me against the bed, his stiff love tool still thrusting in and out of my mouth. And just when I thought it was almost over Aaron moaned again on my super sensitive cock. His hips fell out of rhythm and his young body tensed as he emptied himself into my mouth. I thought I was going to pass out, or maybe even die from the sensations overwhelming me. I was gasping for breath and nearly choked trying to swallow all of his creamy load. Slowly we began to come down from the sexual high. Our bodies relaxed and we rolled onto our sides, still lightly sucking at each others dicks. Soon we were both limp and exhausted and we pulled ourselves away. I inhaled deeply, feeling like I'd held my breath for hours. Aaron began gently massaging the inside of my thigh and I looked down and into his eyes. He was grinning and his eyes were half closed, that almost-stoned-exhausted-after-orgasm look. It was the only way he could look any cuter than he always did. We eventually got out of bed and put our shorts on. We sat on the roof just outside his bedroom window, barefoot and shirtless, watching the sunset on a day full of frustration, confusion, fear, and ultimately love. I stared at Aaron in the orange glow of the falling sun. His hair shined like gold, his chest smooth and warm in the softening light, his face glowing with that boyish grin. We stayed out there as night came, barely saying a word. Our thoughts and hearts could say more than simple words ever could. As I watched a shooting star streak across the clear black sky I gently took Aaron's hand in mine. The next day was warm and sunny, of course everyday had seemed like that since the night me and Aaron fell in love. One of those days just made for shorts and tee-shirts. I was wearing sunglasses and a huge smile and feeling lighter than air listening to the birds and floating down the sidewalk to Aaron's house. He had gone to play soccer that morning and I was sure everything had worked out fine. This was going to be a beautiful afternoon, and with his mom at work we could make slow passionate love until we made each other scream. I walked up the front steps and found the door locked. I rang the bell and soon the door swung open. Aaron stood in the doorway but my smile faded and my mouth dropped open. I pulled my sunglasses off not believing what I saw in front of me. There stood Aaron, his beautiful boyish face marred by a swollen black eye, a cut on his lip and a dark bruise on his forehead almost hidden by his soft hair. I stood staring, the thought of his face battered in such a way breaking my heart. Aaron looked back into my eyes, but I didn't see the love I was used to, or even the sadness I had seen the day before. What I saw was anger. Aaron grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. He shut the door and without a word began walking up the stairs. I followed trying to get in front of him to look at his face. "W..w...what happened?" I stammered. "I got my ass kicked, what the fuck does it look like," he yelled without looking at me. "How?...who?...I mean...wha....," I still couldn't understand it. "Chad...he tripped over me during our game and accused me of tripping him on purpose," he explained leaning against the wall. He continued with tension in his voice. "I tried to say I was sorry, that he was my friend and I wasn't gonna do that to him. But he pushed me and said I wasn't his friend. I got mad and pushed him back and he hit me. By the time TJ and Robb pulled him off me he'd already punched me about a thousand times" Tears began to well up in his eyes and his voice became rough. "I told you I shouldn't have gone but you pushed me into it," he said. "You just gotta be so friendly no matter what, you always gotta try to make peace between everyone, well you set me up to get my face pounded in!" Aaron broke down crying and slid down the wall coming to rest on the floor. I knelt down next to him and put my arms around him. He pushed me away but he may as well have stuck a knife into my heart. All the anger and hate in his voice and eyes wasn't aimed at Chad, it was meant for me. I'd never felt so crushed in all my life. The boy I loved more than anything, who filled my heart with happiness and joy, who I'd shared my body and soul with, was pushing me and my love away. I was too shocked and hurt to cry I could only sit and stare at his bruised face streaked with tears and full of confusion and anger. "Maybe its not worth having a boyfriend if my friends are going to turn on me, if everyone's going to hate me." He couldn't have hurt me worse with a dagger. The dam finally broke and my eyes gushed with tears. "Oh Aaron, please don't say that," I pleaded, "I love you more than anything, more than my own life!" Aaron pulled himself off the floor and walked into his room closing the door hard behind him. Closing the door on me! I thought I was going to be sick. My chest ached as if he'd ripped a whole in me and pulled out my heart. I made it to my feet somehow and walked down the stairs, outside, and back down the street to home, although I don't remember the walk. My mom came home to find me on the bathroom floor, vomiting into the toilet. Of course she assumed I was sick and tried her best to comfort me, but I could only sob and push her away. I locked myself in my room and spent the rest of the day lying on my bed in a daze. The sounds of summer passed by my open window but I couldn't hear them. Night fell and the voices of children playing were replaced by the songs of crickets and frogs, but the only thing I could hear was Aaron's words echoing in my head as I pictured him laying on the ground helplessly as Chad beat him. Tears streamed from my eyes and I eventually slipped into sleep. **************************************************************************** Please dont hurt me or hate me! But do let me know what you think of this turn of events, and check back for chapter 4. Laters.