Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 09:43:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Facing My Fear with Aaron - Part 3

This story is a fictional tale of an 18-year-old North Dakota farm boy,
Lonnie, who falls for his younger brother's swimming instructor, Aaron, and
is forced to come to terms with how much Aaron reminds him of a long-lost
childhood friend.

No minors were harmed in the writing of this story, but if you are one you
should probably go find something else to do.

Please do not reproduce this story in any form without the permission of
the author.  Feedback is welcome at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.  We Nifty authors
like to know if you're out there reading our stuff and finding it worth
your time.  Thanks.

-- Damian



PART 3

I woke up suddenly at 6:30 the next morning.  Aaron and I hadn't gotten to
sleep until nearly midnight.  My first thought was "Where the heck am I?"
Then I remembered and smiled.  Aaron's strong arms were still around me,
and I felt his morning wood poking me in the butt.  I didn't want to move
from this heavenly position, but nature was calling loudly.

I managed to gently squirm out of Aaron's embrace without waking him.  I
looked over at his face -- he was still sleeping like an angel.  Was he
really my angel now?  Or would he have a change of heart in the harsh
morning light?  I didn't want to think about that possibility.  Last night
had been a dream come true for me -- I wanted it to be our new reality.

I stumbled across the hall to the bathroom, after re-orienting myself to
this unfamiliar floor plan.  My own morning wood was wagging in front of
me, pointing the way.  I managed to get it down far enough to start my piss
stream, but it still looked gargantuan in the mirror I was standing next
to.  I was admiring my own reflection when all of a sudden I saw another
human form in it.  And it wasn't Aaron.

"Who are you, kid?  Didn't know anyone was in here."

This must have been Aaron's dad, whom I'd never met.  What a way to meet!
My piss stream was still in full force, and the guy just stood there
looking at me.

"Uh, my name is Lon.  I'm a friend of Aaron's."

"Oh.  Well, a close friend apparently.  You been here all night?"

Well, duh!  I wanted to say that no I just broke into his house and decided
to take off all my clothes and stay for breakfast, but I wasn't sure he'd
catch the humor in his groggy state.

I have to say that Aaron comes by his handsomeness naturally.  This man was
quite good looking -- obviously very fit and trim with just the right
amount of dark chest hair.  He looked much younger than my own father.  I
wondered what he looked like below the waist, but he had a pair of boxers
on.

I had no idea how he felt about my being here naked in his house, but he
didn't look angry -- just curious.  Aaron hadn't said much about him, or
even whether he was out to his dad.  I still wasn't out to mine, but that
was probably going to change in a matter of hours.

"Here, I'm done now if you want this," I said as politely as I could, while
flushing the toilet and quickly washing my hands.  "I guess I'd better go
get dressed now."

"Yes, I suppose so," he replied, still eyeing me warily.

I slipped out the door and closed it behind me.  It had never even occurred
to me to close it all the way when I came in to piss, so it wasn't too
surprising that I'd been caught.  But still, I wasn't prepared for anything
like that.  Aaron was still asleep when I got back, but he opened his eyes
when I crawled back in bed beside him.

"Mornin' handsome," he said, with a sexy grin.  "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock, thanks to you.  And, speaking of rocks, there seems to be
something very big and hard under your sheet.  Mind if I take a look?"

I didn't wait for permission.

"Be my guest -- just don't squeeze the trigger until I have a chance to
take care of things in the bathroom."

"Well, you might not want to go in there for a few minutes.  It seems to be
occupied at the moment by the guy who came in while I was pissing."

"Oh, cripes.  That's my dad, obviously."

"I figured so.  You and he look quite a bit alike."

"You were naked, weren't you?  Oh, I'm so screwed.  He knows I'm gay, but I
never said anything to him yesterday about having you over, and he likes to
know these things ahead of time.  I figured you'd be gone before he got
up."

"You mean you planned this sleepover all along?  How sweet, `dude.'  You
never told me to bring my jammies when you invited me over for pizza."

"Well, a guy can hope, can't he?  And I wasn't interested in you wearing
any jammies anyway!  Any complaints from your side of the bed?"

"We didn't exactly have `sides,' did we?  Seems to me like you were on my
side all night...not that I minded.  But what's this about `He likes to
know these things ahead of time'?  Do you have a habit of seducing innocent
young men in your swimming pool, with your father's prior permission?"

"Well, I don't claim to be pure as the driven snow -- like you guys have up
there in South Dakota -- or is it North?  But you're my first overnight
`guest' since we moved here last year."

"It's North, my friend, and I'd love to believe you, but c'mon...gimme a
break.  A hottie like you doesn't usually sleep alone very often."

"But what?  I wouldn't lie to you.  I've been too busy with school and
giving swimming lessons to get laid lately.  Speaking of which, don't go
away.  This rock of mine still needs a trip to the head before anyone gets
laid here this morning."

"Don't worry.  I won't start without you."

I stretched out with my hands behind my head, hoping to be the one who was
going to get laid.  Last night had been incredible, and all I wanted to do
was lie here all day next to Aaron and relive every delicious moment.

Still naked and hard as a rock, Aaron slipped back into the bedroom with a
big eager smile on his face.  He ripped the sheet off my body, and took in
the sight with apparent interest and pleasure.  I was still hard, of
course, thinking about what might happen when he returned.

"Wow, Lon...you are so...I don't know what to say -- beautiful, amazing, a
hundred things.  You have no idea how much I've been wanting you in my bed,
and here you are."

"No one's wanted this more than I have, my friend, but don't tell anyone I
said that.  Wouldn't want you to get a swelled head or anything."

"Too late for that, as you can plainly see.  Can I interest you in a nice
piece of sausage for breakfast?"

"Looks yummy.  You sure about this?  I mean your dad's still here and all.
I feel kinda funny about that."

"It's cool.  Like I said, he knows I'm gay.  He's just a little wary of who
I might bring home.  Like any parent, he just wants to know that he can
trust me not to get hurt -- or not to bring home some kleptomaniac...or
worse.  He went back to bed -- we can do whatever we want, as long as you
don't moan like you did last night."

"Me??  And just who woke up the whole neighborhood with his screams of
passion when I sucked you off last night on the pool deck?"

"Touche.  I can't deny it, can I?  Now where were we?  Weren't you about to
chow down on something?"

"That thing between your legs looks mighty inviting.  Come closer..."


On the way home, all I could think about was Aaron -- my brother's former
swimming instructor and now -- apparently, if I could believe him -- my new
boyfriend.  My first.  My last?  My only?

All kinds of thoughts were, uh, excuse the pun, swimming through my head --
sucking Aaron off last night and again this morning, getting the same from
him, how we had kissed so passionately in the water while he held me so
close, how I had even allowed myself to get in the water in the first
place, the slightly awkward breakfast we'd just had with his dad (all I
could think about over the eggs and bacon was that that man had just
watched me peeing completely naked and hard!), the no doubt awkward talk I
was going to have to have with my own parents in a few minutes.  My head
was spinning with all these thoughts that I never imagined 24 hours earlier
that I would ever have today.

But what I couldn't wrap my head around was the story that Aaron had told
me last night about almost drowning -- in the very same month that Benny
had drowned -- July 2001.  I couldn't just shrug it off as a far-fetched
coincidence.  Benny went under and never came up.  Aaron went under and was
saved -- and then "felt this resurgence in my body -- almost like someone
had taken over my body and given me new life," as he said.

I knew Benny hadn't been reincarnated as Aaron -- that was impossible, even
if you believe in reincarnation.  Aaron had been born first -- he was a few
months older than Benny was at the time.  But something inexplicable had
clearly happened that summer so long ago.  Something had brought Aaron and
me to the same southern California community from vastly different places.
Something had led me to notice Aaron's ad in the mall for swimming lessons
that I knew my brother had wanted.  Something had made Aaron call me
yesterday...strip me...seduce me in the water...love me.

Yes, something...someone...had brought Aaron and me together under very
unlikely circumstances.  And I just knew that someone was Benny.  He had
loved me as much as I had loved him -- in our own 10-year-old way -- and he
was watching out for me...wanted me to be happy...wanted to come back to me
eight years later in the form of Aaron.  I was certain of it.  But there
was no one I could tell this to who would ever believe me.  I wiped away a
tear right there in the bus.  I could feel people staring.


Home again, finally.  I'd been gone for 15 hours -- I don't think I'd ever
been out on my own overnight before, unless you count church camp, which
hardly counted as "being out on my own."  Yes, I know what you're thinking
-- "the guy has sure led a sheltered life."  I can't deny it.  But last
night was well worth whatever grilling I was going to get from my parents
today.

After some awkward pleasantries -- thank God that Ronnie was busy with
something -- I sat down with Mom and Dad in the living room and had "the
talk."  That I was gay.  That I had spent the night with Aaron, a guy they
only knew of because he had been Ronnie's swimming instructor.  That it
might happen again, maybe even quite often.

Being conservative rural North Dakotans, this was new and unfamiliar
territory for them, but they handled it pretty well.  At least they didn't
shove me out the door with all my belongings, or even moan about "How could
this happen?"  They listened calmly, told me they would always love me, and
expressed a deep desire for me to be happy but to protect myself from any
harm.  They said it wouldn't have been their first choice for how I'd live
my life -- they did want grandchildren after all -- but they would continue
to love me no matter what.  It was all I could ask for, and I was greatly
relieved that it was all out in the open now.

There were some tears shed -- by all three of us -- but there were hugs
also when we were done.  They were sad, but I left to get cleaned up and go
to work thinking that we would all find a way to make this work.  Somehow.
I think it helped that my mom had grown up in southern California and was
perhaps less uneasy with this topic than my dad was.


I had to work till closing time -- 9 o'clock -- and I was exhausted by all
that had occurred in the past 26 hours, so I didn't even think about going
to Aaron's house afterward.  I hadn't been explicitly invited anyway.  But
I did tell him I'd call when I got home, and I did.

"Lon!  How's it goin'?  I've been waiting by the phone to hear your voice
again," he said when I reached him.  The enthusiasm in his voice sounded
genuine.  I wanted to be there -- naked again with Aaron.

"Well, okay I guess.  It was a long day at work, but I had a good talk with
my parents this morning."

"Did you come out to them?"

"Yes."

"How did that go?"

"It went better than I was afraid it would.  They're not too happy about
it, but at least they didn't reject me.  I'm just glad it's out in the open
now.  I don't like keeping secrets from them."

"Cool.  I've been thinking about you all day, Lon.  That was really special
last night for me.  How are you feeling about it?"

"It was amazing, Aaron.  Thanks.  But..."

"But, what, buddy?  I hope you don't have regrets.  Do you?"

"I'm a little...I don't know...scared, I guess."

"What did I do to scare you?"

"It was nothing you did.  It's just that this is so completely new to me --
I mean you've been out for a while and I haven't.  I'm just not sure
where...what...whether...it's going.  I don't want last night to be a
one-night stand...don't want to get hurt."

An agonizing pause.  Oh, God, what was he thinking?

"Lon, listen to me.  I want you back here as soon as possible.  I think you
need another `swimming lesson,' don't you?  Then I want to make sweet love
to you all night long.  Are you working this weekend?"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, but only till 6 on Saturday.  I'm off Sunday."

"Well, get your pretty butt over here after work Saturday, and bring some
clean clothes along.  I'll fix us some dinner, and then I'm going to hold
you hostage till Monday morning.  If I have my way, you won't even be
wearing any of those clothes.  Dad's going to be at the restaurant most all
weekend, so we can hang out naked for as long as we want.  How does that
sound?"

"Like the best idea I can possibly think of.  Promise me you'll hold me in
the water?"

"In the water and out.  You can bank on it."

We hung up.  I was so excited!  It was only Wednesday night.  How would I
make it to Saturday?  I had my job, and Aaron had classes, but all I could
think about was floating in the water -- and in bed afterward -- in Aaron's
arms.


The next day I told Mom and Dad about my plans with Aaron so they could get
used to the idea of having me gone much of the weekend.  But then I decided
I needed to have a talk with Ronnie.  He didn't know I'd gone to Aaron's on
Tuesday night.  He practically worshiped the guy, so I didn't know how he
would take these new developments in my life.

"Ronnie, I need to tell you something," I said the next day, when we had
some time alone, out on the back steps.

"What's that, Lonnie?"

"Well, it's about all that time we spent with Aaron these past few weeks.
I know you liked taking swimming lessons from him.  Well, it turns out that
Aaron and I have become friends now that your lessons are over.  I just
wanted you to know."

"That's cool, Lonnie!  I'm glad.  I hope he comes over sometime so I can
see him again, too."

"Well, that might just happen.  I think Mom and Dad want to meet him.  Just
remember to keep mum about the naked part of your lessons.  They might not
approve."

"I know.  It was weird at first, but I got used to it after a while.  Now I
don't want to swim any other way."

"Aaron invited me over Monday night after work.  We had some pizza, and
then...well... he talked me into getting into the water with him."

Ronnie's eyes got big because he knew how much I hated water.  Then he
smiled.

"Were you both naked?"

"Yeah, Ronnie, we were both naked."

"Well, it's about time!"

I didn't know if he was referring to me getting in the water or me getting
naked, neither one of which he was accustomed to seeing.

"But there's more, bro...I stayed there overnight."

"You did?  I wondered where you were yesterday morning at breakfast."

Then the wheels started turning in his head and he looked at me funny.

"Aren't you a little old for a sleepover, Lonnie?"

"Well, guys have sleepovers when they're young...and then they have
sleepovers of a different kind when they get older.  You will, too, some
day.  But yours will probably be with girls."

Ronnie's mouth dropped open as he caught my drift.

"Are you and Aaron...gay?"

I nodded my head, amused at his reaction.  He didn't say anything for a
moment as it all sank in.

"Do Mom and Dad know?"

"I told them yesterday morning when I came home.  They were a little sad, I
think, but they took it pretty well.  How do you feel about having a gay
big brother?"

"I don't know.  I never...thought about it before.  I guess if you have to
be, then Aaron's a good one to start with," he said with a grin.

Start with and end with, I wanted to say, but it was premature to think
ahead beyond next weekend -- a weekend that would turn out to be a major
turning point in my life.



(There is more to come.  If you like this story so far, please let me know.
I like it when you give me your first name and location, and I answer every
e-mail.  Thanks to all who commented on Parts 1 and 2.  Check out my
previous stories on the Nifty Authors tab.  Thanks.  Damian at
nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.)