Date: Sun, 07 May 2000 08:36:00 EDT
From: Jordan West <jordanwest19@hotmail.com>
Subject: I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7

I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7
by Jordan West
jordanwest19@hotmail.com
May 7, 2000

NOTE:  If sex among teens, homosexual topics, or male-male sex
offends you, or if you disapprove of it, or if you are not of
the right age to read such things, please stop, read no more, and
go elsewhere, to protect your rights and the rights of others.

This story is intended for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY.

This is a gay love story, and includes sex.  This story is
fiction, and represents no actual persons, living or dead.  The
names of all the people, places, and things in this story are
made up.  This is not a story of dirty, smelly sex.  It portrays
love, and the beauty of sex, not the unsanitary kind.

This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting
male high school students under 18.  All of the sex in this story
is between consenting males.  One or more of the scenes may
involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in
most places, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO
TRY THIS IN ANY WAY OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY.
Sex acts should be in total privacy on your own private property.

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P R E A M B L E  --  N E W   S T U F F ,   M O S T L Y

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WARNING!  Reading this PREAMBLE may be dangerous to your health,
the health of your pets, or may cause cancer in laboratory rats.
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May 7, 2000

Hi guys,

Here we are, again.  Don't you just hate that?  I mean, you know
you're HERE, and everyone knows it's AGAIN, so why say it?  I
added this section, starting with Part 4.  Sort of a newsletter
thing.  It's mostly for new stuff, corrections, things happening
in my life that might be interesting, the QUESTION OF THE WEEK,
public postings, announcements and whatever, and a place for me
to thank you for your e-mails, that's the most important thing.
Oh yeah, and the answer to last week's QUESTION OF THE WEEK.

Then again, it's just me rambling, really, or whatever.

LAUGH TIME is a NEW section for YOUR contributions.
-- Added just this week!

Send in some funny stuff!  LAUGH TIME isn't for your everyday
jokes, but for really awesome jokes, examples of funny things
people say, or write, that make you laugh, or... funny, made up
definitions of words most people know -- or made-up words,
<grin>, and for a way to show how certain accents can make
everyday stuff funny! -- or, who knows!  Then it's up to you to
think of something hilarious, or FIND SOMETHING to send in!

You can have mistakes from ads, really funny things other people
do, write, or say, OR SOMETHING YOU MADE UP!

Sometimes the things you create can be the best ones -- if
you're... you know... the creative type.


CORRECTIONS AND STUFF

Aaron's Thoughts
----------------
How to show Aaron's thoughts, again.  :-)

Some of you said you liked the caps, some liked the <...>, some
readers didn't like either one.  So I'm still looking for a
solution.  I can submit HTML, which would allow bold, italics,
and font changes, but the only way I know how to make an HTML is
with Microsoft Word HTML feature, and Nifty can't use that
format.

This time, Aaron's thoughts will be INDENTED, and in lower case.
Aaron's thoughts will look like this, now:

        Scotty looked so damn good.  He looks good asleep, when
        he first wakes up, in the shower, any time.  He says I
        drive him crazy.  He was driving ME crazy, the cute
        little...

Let me know what you think.  OK?


PUBLIC POSTINGS

Hey!  We have a public posting this week!  :-)  Thanks to the
reader that sent it in!  Check it out, below!

If you want to communicate something, for everyone to read, I'll
post it here, as long as it's cool.  (No personals). Be sure you
tell me what nickname you want me to use, for you, or if you want
no name.  Remember, space is limited, so nothing way long. It
could be a comment or an announcement -- whatever you want.

jordanwest19@hotmail.com   Operators are on duty.  <grin>

I won't use your screen name on anything you send me, unless you
say you want me to.  I'll just say, "From a reader."  OK?

>From a reader, who said to use his name, David from Virginia:
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"David from Virginia encourages ALL you guys -- and girls, (come
on, we know you are reading this too) -- to write.  You all have
many stories in you, but they can't get out unless you write
them.  Don't worry if you don't like your writing, or you think
the stories aren't exciting enough -- they probably are exciting,
once you begin to tell them.  You'll be surprised at how well you
write, when it's from the heart.  If you don't think you are
ready to post on Nifty, send them to me first, and I'll tell you
what I think. (NVAJD@aol.com)."

David asked me to post his e-mail address.  David is a cool and
friendly guy, and I've enjoyed our e-conversation.


LAUGH TIME  ---  *NEW*   Remember, send me stuff for this!  OK?

OK.  I'll start LAUGH TIME off with two word definitions.  One is
a made up word, and one is a "real" example from life.

A Word Definition
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**WARNING:**  If you're tired, or your eyes hurt, or you're
              recovering from surgery, or something,
              skip to the next section.  You probably should be
              in bed, anyway, now that I think about it.

"confyoozulled," (con-FYEEW-zuhld), v., i., past tense of
confyoozul, (con-FYEEW-zuhl) - to effect, or experience the
effects of a state of mind, when perceiving unrelated items to be
related, or when perceiving items understood to be related which
are misunderstood, such that the interpretation of the first
thing that is perceived, conflicting with the first thing that
comes to mind when the second thing that is perceived brings a
different thing to mind from the first thing that came to mind
when the first thing was perceived, or shortly thereafter, so
that the impression created is that the first thing that came to
mind when the first thing was perceived was not what was thought
might have been meant by the first thing, seeing that the second
thing that was perceived conflicted with the first thing
perceived AND the first thing that came to mind upon perceiving
the first thing, or maybe neither the first nor the second thing,
because there exists an uncertainty whether the first or second
thing that came to mind was what was intended, or if the general
impression of the first thing that was perceived was not what was
intended in the first place, unless the intention was to stress
the second thing, which means the second thing that came to mind
matched the first thing perceived, and it was unknown if the
first thing might have matched the second thing, in which case
the meaning of the second thing was obscured, but that would mean
that the original perception was not understood either, forming a
sort of self-misunderstanding, because of a general lack of
knowledge about the second thing, in the first place, unless
there was a third thing, or something before the first thing, but
if there WAS something before the first thing, then the first
thing was the second thing, although it could be the other way
around, but there is disagreement among experts in the field if
what was said is that which was intended upon first perception of
the second thing, which then makes the first thing irrelevant,
leading to the conclusion that the experts shouldn't be working
in fields, but in offices.  ANTONYMNS: none

OK, Another Word Definition -- This one, with an accent:
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baahm, (bahm), verb, southern, contemp. - An indication of
something that is intended to be done.
EXAMPLE:
"I didn't get a good grade on the last test, baahm gonna study
harder for the next one." - present tense of "baahwuhzz;"
preferred form of variants, "bahdahm" and "buttahz," (Obs.).

I love those.  :-)

Did you like 'em?


E-MAIL  :-)

A lot of guys wrote in about wanting Aaron to describe Scotty
more, which is a good idea, so I'll do that.  Some of you talked
about my writing, in general, which is always nice.  Some guys
said they liked other things.  Tell me anything!  :-)
And tell me if you'd like to see any of your comments posted.

If there's something that happened in the story that hit you,
talk about that.  You know, like,

       "The part when Aaron touched Scotty in the
       shower, I thought that was ______________ ."

See?  It's easy!  :-)   I like it when you talk about stuff like
that.

Or something you hoped was in the story, but didn't find
it.  Like, "I was hoping you'd put in ______________ ."

I really think about those, and try to do them, if I can.


THANKS

Special thanks to you guys who told me you wanted more of Aaron's
thoughts.  I'm doing that more.  Let me know what you think.


WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH ME

My guy is thinking of getting a new car!  Our tastes are a little
different, but, never mind.  Some guys wrote in wanting to know
if we lived in a condo, or what, so... We rent a house, and it's
so cool to have *real* privacy!

I'm STILL getting ready for finals, which start Tuesday!  So, I
guess you know how that is.  My writing project due just before
finals, is almost done!  Whew!  Anyway, I'm writing and studying
a lot.  Yes, I got good grades, so far, and I'm happy about that.
I work out three times a week, but now maybe once a week, until
after finals.

So anyway, you guys who I promised to edit some of your writing,
hang in there, I'll get there!

I'm really considering taking Tai Kwon Do (did I spell it right?)
Anyone that has info on this, please write to me. OK?


QUESTION OF THE WEEK

OK.  This is not made up stuff or busy stuff, it's real questions
I have, that I'm too lazy to look up.  OK?

This Week's Question
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Can you really use the "Print Screen Key" (using Windows), to
capture what is on your screen?  How do you do it?  Also, I hear
there is stuff that key won't capture.  Is that true?"

I'd really like to know how to do that.

Answer to last week's "Scroll Lock Key," question:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thanks, to all the readers who wrote in with answers!
The Scroll Lock key sorta locks your cursor to your spreadsheet,
in Excel, and maybe other spreadsheets.  One writer said it works
in Lotus 1-2-3 too.  Without the Scroll Lock on, when you hit
your ARROW keys, the cursor moves to different spots on the
spreadsheet.  WITH the Scroll Lock key, the cursor stays glued to
the spot you have it in, and the WHOLE SHEET moves.  Kinda like
the "hand" in some programs.  It used to be used in dumb
terminals, I was told, to stop a big list from zipping by.
It also turns a little light on and off, on your keyboard, which
I think is neat.


THANKS AGAIN

THANKS FOR YOUR E-MAILS!
Thanks to everyone who e-mailed me, (yessss)!  ...and shared your
thoughts with me.  That is ALWAYS awesome.

All of you guys who wrote in for any reason, really.  THANKS!

I love to hear from you!  MOST of the things you guys write,
I find exciting.  But I love to hear ANYTHING you have to say --
about the story -- or about you -- or whatever.  :-)

It's so great when you write to me more than once, too!

Don't slow down NOW!  LOL.  THANK YOU!

Your e-mails keep me writing, you know?

You know why?  OK, picture this.  You start your own TV program.
No chat.  No phone.  No address.  Just you, broadcasting.  How do
you know anyone is watching?  OK.  I know you get it.  Nifty
doesn't send me any hit counts or anything so, ummm, well....

So if you haven't written to me yet, what are you waiting for?
I promise to answer.  A real answer, I don't use 'form letters'
and I don't cut and paste, unless I'm sending a quote.

I LOVE all your comments, critiques, and stuff about YOU!
THANKS!  And don't be shy if you spot a mistake, or have a
question, or if something is confusing, OK?  I like to hear about
that too.  And I'll try to explain.   :-)

Some guys wrote suggestions for me.  :-)  Scotty and Aaron seem
to like a lot of your ideas.  If I haven't used your idea yet,
just wait.  You never know.  Even if I don't use your idea, it
still makes me think.  Thanks for all your suggestions.  I love
them.

Well, that's it, for now.

--Jordan    jordanwest19@hotmail.com

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IN CASE YOU MISSED IT:  If you're into words and their meanings,
or if you're just curious, check out, "LAUGH TIME," in the
Preamble, above.  :-)   (Don't miss out!)
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I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 7
by Jordan West  jordanwest19@hotmail.com
May 7, 2000


Being on top felt weird to me.  'This was IT!'  I was looking
down at Aaron.  I had never done this before, and I was nervous
as hell.

It was still sinking in, slowly, that Aaron never did this
before, either.  Not bottom, anyway.

I started to shake, as I put the tip of my dick -- dripping with
precum -- to the heat of Aaron's butt.  My dick was hot, but THIS
was hotter.  The rest of me was cold and shivering, I was so
scared.  Now I had to find the spot -- the spot that would let my
little throbbing cock into Aaron.  I loved him so much, and he
was showing his love to me in so many ways -- I had to do this
right.

My heart was full of love for Aaron, but so many other things
were happening.  My mind went away from the bed, up to the
ceiling.  My dick was aching, and I was looking down, but clouds
came, and I didn't see.  I only heard and felt my throbbing and
nervous breathing.  My mind dropped back to the bed... Aaron was
still looking at me.

I was embarrassed, so I did what seemed most natural, and brought
my head down for a kiss.  His lips were so ready for me, and mine
felt so much at home, touching his.  The hotness of Aaron's hard
body, and the throbbing of his penis, shot new warmth into me.

My heavy breathing wasn't nervous anymore -- the kiss -- the heat
of his chest -- Aaron's sexuality was entering me, warming me.
His heat went through my chest and he felt so good.  I was still
tensed -- I didn't dare let my hips go further down, not yet.
I wanted this kiss so much.

When Aaron's tongue shot into my mouth, sparks flew everywhere,
I lost all muscle control, and flattened out.  My hips fell, and
my penis slid solidly into him.  'Oh, GOD,' my head shouted,
there was such an electric wave of pure pleasure, I swear my
heart stopped.  Hot tongues of fire licked at my hungry penis.
I wanted to make love to him, but now, it was all just my dick,
and his butt -- my mind was all red, with white flashes and fire.

I wanted my brain back, so I could swim in all my feelings, and
his feelings -- and tell him I loved him.  The feeling in my
dick, and the rest of me, was SO intense.  I would cum soon, I
knew.

"Oh, Aaron.  Oh, God, AARON!!"

"Scotty, YEAH!  Geez, Scotty, damn YEAH!  Ahhhhhhh!!  Lovin you,
lovin it!  DO it... yeah Scotty.  GOD yeah!!"

        It was hurting, not worse than I thought it would, but
        that didn't stop me from loving this, and the little dude
        that was doing it.  Scotty's face was so damn sexy
        --his hair, too.  I saw his tight athlete's chest -- he
        had me so hot now, I could cum in one stroke.
        'Damn, this is sweet!'

I was going up to the heights of passion, but sliding down into a
soft, sweet something, that grabbed my penis, and turned on all
my lights.  My dick was hungry, but it kept getting hungrier,
now!  I could feel his thirsty butt gobble me up.  My hips
pressed into his hotness -- my whole body throbbed so fast.  I
felt so connected to him now, my dick was on fire, and I wanted
the rest of me to crawl inside him.  My penis was pulsing --
stronger now -- and here I was, deep inside of Aaron, my sex god
-- my body tingling and shaking with pure pleasure -- and I
hadn't moved my dick yet.  I wasn't sure if I COULD move, then.

"Scotty, yeah, oh yeah, stay like that!  Yeah, push!  Yeah, that
feels so good, uhhhhhhhh.  DAMN!"

Oh yeah, I could PUSH.  I couldn't talk, my heart pounded so
badly.  I pulled back a little, and stroked into him.  OH GOD,
that felt good.  My dick was swelling so much.  My ears were
pounding, along with my hardon.  Gentle, that's what I wanted, to
be gentle, and not hurt him.  The red clouds swirled into white,
and lightning was everywhere...

"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh,  Unnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

All I knew were the white flashes in my head, the hotness in my
penis, that was driving some spell, some force, I didn't know.
My body was on its own, without me.  Again.

"Scotty, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Oh Yeah!  YEAH!!"

"Oh, Aaron, uhhhhhhhhhhhh."

His shouting woke me out of the spell, for a few.  I could feel
the rest of my body, now, and I couldn't believe what I was doing
-- pounding, slamming into him, now.  Long hard thrusts, with the
shock of surprise at each jolt of our bodies -- and *I* was DOING
this!  I could hear him.

"Uhhh GEEZ, uhhhh, uhhhh, AHHHHH!  Scotty, UHHHHHHHHHH!  Fuck!"

"AARON, Aaron!  UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!   UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  AHHHH!
AHH!  AHHH!  Uhhh!  Uhhhhhh!  Uhh!  Uhh!  Uhh!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh, SHIT!  Shit yeah!!  YEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

I could tell Aaron felt it -- I was cumming.  The first shot into
him was liquid fire, and I could feel the heat of my cum coating
the tip of my dick -- shooting new heat into me, into HIM!  I was
shaking, stroking, sweating -- knowing I was starting to fill
him, and that his body was sucking the cum out of me.  Two,
three, four, five -- I don't know how many times I shot into him.
And something inside him was burning into my dick, making it much
more intense -- I was absorbing part of him -- his warmth -- his
maleness -- even here!  I could feel it going into me, each time
I thrust my hunger into him, and I could feel myself going deeper
into Aaron, I was slamming and pounding away, like I had no
control.  I was breathless, but I could talk some now, barely.

"Scotty, GEEEZ, Yeah!"

"Oh, God, Oh, God, Aaron.... I LOVE YOU!  AARON!  I'm, ohhhhhh,
Uhhhhhhhhhh... I'm going into................ you............
shooting.......... cumming........... UHHHHHHHHHH!"

        I could feel his shots, like hot oil pumping into me.
        This was so damn good.  I was so fucking hard!  Wasn't
        hurting now!  I didn't know my ass had so many nerves --
        didn't know you could feel good inside your ass, a
        rough good but, damn -- Scotty jamming into me so hard, I
        knew he would be great, but never expected it to feel
        *this* hot!  Scotty's sweat was dripping on me -- and his
        body -- the heat in my ass -- his dick -- his cum --
        Scotty's sizzling cum!  Damn!!  I swear felt it shooting,
        up in my throat.

        And man, was he liking it.  He looked like a damn angel.

"Aar-- oh, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I grabbed Aaron's shoulders.  My hands were pulling him down to
me, and I was pushing up into him.  I was going to cum forever.
I was shoving, pounding -- I didn't want to but... oh God, was I
hurting him?

"Yeah!  Shit yeah!  Damn!  SCOTTY!!!"

        The little fucker was not only making me hot, he was
        pounding the shit out of me.  Cumming like a damn faucet.
        I wasn't complaining, either.  Yeah, cum, Scotty!  Shit!
        ....horniest, cutest dude....  shit..... go, Scotty!

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"Scotty, so fukin hot man, SHIT, what a cum!"

"Aaron, oh yeah, I... you... I ... love you!!"

I pulled out of him and plunged my mouth down on his hungry cock.
His precum tasted so good, and for a sec, I thought he was
cumming there was so much.  I swear my swollen dick was still
pulsing, at the rate Aaron's was throbbing -- expanding my mouth.
God!  His huge hardon was so hot in my mouth.

"DAMN, SCOTTY, SHIT!  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... GEEEEEEEEZZZ!!"

        Scotty sucked my dick like his life depended on it!
        SHIT!  Ten seconds, and I was cumming.  His mouth was so
        hot, *he* was so sexy -- I was so horny, it was off the
        scale.  I looked at Scott's cute face, as he pounded me
        again -- this time, with his mouth -- his eyes, looking
        up at me that way -- pushing me over the edge.  I was
        cumming so fucking hard, I swear it came from my knees.

Aaron filled my mouth.  He wasn't shooting, he was FIRING his
love into me, the pressure was so unbelievable.  The heat was
incredible, and I don't know how many times I swallowed.  It was
like he saved it up, but I knew he didn't.  The head of his dick
never felt so big or so scalding hot, and he was throbbing like
never before...... and I thought *I* came a lot!  I could see
Aaron breathing so hard, he couldn't talk.  Oh God, I loved this!

My mouth slipped off a sec, and stream's of Aaron shot up to his
nose, his neck, chest and abs.  I got my mouth back on him, and
he was still shooting -- he gave me MORE of him, and I was in
heaven.

"Oh, fuck, oh FUCK! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Two more swallows, and he was done.  I collapsed on Aaron -- his
boiling cum pressed between us.  I could almost feel his life
seeping into me, as I tried to catch my breath, and heard Aaron's
last moans of pleasure, it was so sensual -- so beautiful, I
could hardly stand it.

"Aaron I can't believe this.  Aaron, my whole body... exploded --
it never felt this good.  I don't know, I... Oh God!  Yeah, oh
Aaron!  ....It didn't hurt, did it?"

"Uhhh.  Oh, Scotty, ahhhhhhh!"

"Oh, Aaron!"  I kissed him.

"Scotty, no.  It hurt a little when you started, but that was
nothin.  Fuck!  This was so good, I was ready to cum when YOU
did.  A little more, I wouldda cum."

"Oh GOD, Aaron!"

"Oh, yeah, Scotty.  Shit!  You have no idea how fuckin cute you
are, how good you feel, how strong an manly you looked, an how
much you turn me on, man."

"Um, well... I uh... well, I'm, uhm, STARTING to know."

"Ha, ha... yeah.  I hear ya, little dude!"

We were both out of breath, but I never felt this good.

"God, this feels good, Aaron.  SO good!  I can feel our sweat,
now, and your heartbeat, and your... your..."

"My cum?"

"Yeah, between us."

"That's so fuckin hot Scotty!"

        I looked up at Scott.  He was turning me on, all over
        again.  I looked deep into him, and I was surprised to
        see Scotty studying me.  In that minute, he was so much
        more serious than he had been in the past.  Just thinking
        he was probing me so deep, with his eyes, like he was
        searching, like he knew he'd find something good there
        -- that he cared -- wanted to know more of me -- just
        made me horny for him -- made me love him more.  I put my
        arms behind him and grabbed him.

Aaron and I headed for the kiss at the same time.  God, that was
wonderful, like we could read minds.  Our tongues rubbed and
flipped, and swirled.  Our lips were hot, and their heat was
having its effect.  My little dick was wanting more.  Again.

My hands were all over him, and Aaron's hands were all over my
back and my butt.

"Oh, Aaron, I never knew... I mean, how good this feels, I--"

"Felt damn good with your hot rod in me.  Surprised the shit out
of me, dude!"

That word again!  Did he have to say that?  Now?

        Scotty's face didn't look quite right.  Damn, he was
        cute, even with his face all screwed up.

"Aaron, so--"

"Sorry, Scotty."

"Oh, you knew."  I couldn't help smiling.

"Yeah."

"Aaron, you're so cool.  ...So who did you think I did it with?"
I changed the subject, maybe too quick.

"What?  Scotty I--"

"Come on, Aaron, you know, you thought I was doing it too, right?
So, who did you think I was messing with?"

"Geez, little dude!  OK, first I thought Timmy Baker, he's hot,
but then I figured it was Kevin."

"Kevin Darson?  Tommy's brother?  Oh my God!"

"Why, he's damn cute -- you don't think?"

"Yeah but, he's so weird Aaron, God!"

"OK. OK.  What about Timmy Baker?"

"Well... if he'd said something, maybe....   ...Aaron?"

"Yeah?"

"I really wanted YOU.  Just you."

That brought a huge smile to Aaron's face.  It was a warm, 'I was
hoping you'd say that,' type of smile.  Scotty junior jumped.
Aaron and I hugged.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm!

"Damn, Scotty, well, uh--"

Aaron was blushing now.  Whatever he was trying to say, I could
see, it was hard for him.

"Scotty, you were... like the one on my mind.  I decided you were
it.  THE one.  I wanted you and I was gonna conquer you."

"Conquer me?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing badly.

"Aaron, you don't have to tell--"

"Scotty, after I proved to myself I was gay, I mean, shit!  I
wanted you before that, OK?  But after that, that thing with
Billy, FUCK!  I don't know... you were just IT.  Scotty, I wasn't
expecting love, really, but when I realized I loved you, it hit
me bad.  Then, you were TOAST, boy!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!  ..........Come on, lets shower."

We raced to the bathroom.

"Toast, really?"  My heart was racing at this news.  I thought my
face would break, with the smile I had -- Aaron's was a close
second.

"Fuck yes!"

"How?"

"I'll tell ya later.  Don't bug me or I'll fuck you again!"

... 'That was a threat?'

"Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, BUUUUUGGGGGG!!!!!!!"

"Scotty, you're killin me!"

<Grin>

<Grin>

The water felt so good, spraying gently on us.  I got to smell
Aaron's hair again, I guess the steam brought out his scent, and
it was beautiful.

"I love you Aaron."

"Love you too, baby."

We hugged, kissed -- we played in the shower, did sword fights
with our dicks.  I never did know how you figured out who won.
Oh, well.  Then I took a chance and tickled Aaron.

"Scotty, hey!  Ahhh!   SHIT!"

Oh my GOD!  I was GETTING to him!

"Aw fuck!  Ahhhhh!!  Scotty, quit, ahaaaaaaaaaah!"

Then he got the upper hand, again -- Aaron spun me around and
pinned me against the wall.  I must've looked scared, because his
face changed in a flash, and there was his beautiful softness
again -- a look I was sure was just for me.  I only saw it when
we were alone.

Inside, I sighed a really happy sigh.  He leaned down to kiss me.
Mmmmmm!  Stars again!

We were both worn out, so I knew we needed a break.  As we were
drying ourselves, we just talked small talk and what we might do
later.  Go for a ride, maybe some volleyball.

When we got back to the bedroom, I jumped into my shorts and T.
No way was he ready for more now.

I took one look at Aaron and knew I was wrong.  He was almost
hard, and playing with his dick, in a way that made me so hard,
so fast -- looking at me again!

I ran up to him and kissed him, and his dick pushed into my
pubes, driving my hardon to bigger throbs.  We embraced, and
Aaron swayed, left and right, squeezing my dick, through my thin
shorts, between his huge cock and my abs.  I could feel pre-cum.
I wasn't going to give him time to change his mind!  I stepped
away to undress.

I put my thumbs into my shorts, and immediately pulled them out,
and put my arms straight out -- an invitation for Aaron to
undress me.  I almost forgot.  HE wanted to be the one to undress
me, so I waited for him do it -- that felt so cool, just to wait.

Suddenly, I put my arms out in FRONT of me, with my palms facing
Aaron.  A STOP signal.

"Oh, God."  I had to go to the bathroom.  Bad timing!  I was
drooling over his hardon, and he was staring at my shorts,
bulging.  Neither one of us wanted to stop.

"Scotty, what's up?"

"I gotta go make stinkies," I said, quietly.  I thought if I said
it real soft, it would call less attention to it.  This subject
was SO embarrassing.  I wished there was a button you could hit
that would light up a sign that said, "TIME OUT" and everyone
would have to shut up.  I figured he'd just nod.

"You gotta do WHAT?"  Aaron said, almost shouting at me, but
still with his incredible smile.  Aaron took another breath.

"What the fuck is, 'STINKIES?'"

I wanted to DIE!  I blushed SO bad.  That's how we said it at MY
house.

"Aaron, you know!  Going to the bathroom, when you don't JUST
pee!  You know!!!"

"OHHHHH ...MAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!"

He said it like he was going to let me tame him, but he had to
complain first -- like that would make it OK somehow.

I thought, 'ME tame him!  Oh my God!'

"STINKIES?"  Aaron said, loudly.  "You mean you're gonna take a
SHIT?"  Now he was louder -- big emphasis on the word, 'S**T.'

I blushed more.  I was so embarrassed.  I HATED this subject.  I
hoped he was playing with me a little.  I wanted to play back,
but I was like brain-dead.  Couldn't he just let me go?

All of a sudden I was starting to think maybe he was going to cut
into me for real, and not play anymore, or whatever he was doing.
But I was starting to feel that I really WAS -- not just a lover,
but very, very important to Aaron, in a deeper way -- not just
because of sex, which WAS important -- (God, I couldn't believe
this.  SEX!  Sex with Aaron.  The untouchable, incredible, cutest
guy in the country) -- but because of something else, something I
didn't have a word for.  I was pretty sure that was true.  So I
couldn't believe he would REALLY hurt me.  I looked up at him.

"Aaron, don't say it that way, I HATE that!"  I gulped.

'Oh God!  I sounded like 12!  Oh well, maybe he'll like that.
I can't UN-say it.'  But I think I knew how to play back, now.

"Aaronnnnnnnnnnn!  Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz..... don't!"

It was another baby-like, 12 year-old plea.  I could feel Aaron
melting, my eyes warming him.  My little penis did its own kind
of warming.

It was working.  His face was softening -- that almost-sad, puppy
look.  My dick jumped.

Was it his beautiful, sexy self that excited me now -- or was I
getting off on seeing how he softened to me?  Both, maybe.  It
was hard to figure this out.  So many thoughts, so little time!
'Let's just have sex,' I thought.

"Geezus!  Now I can't say 'Take a shit!'  DAMN!"  He smiled --
half smile, half anger.  Anger?

He HAD to be enjoying this.  Aaron was tough, but he was good --
anyone could see that, but there was a hidden goodness in him
too, way down inside, and it was starting to show, now.

Aaron's smile was all I needed, to know this was going to be OK.

"Pleeeeeease?"  I said, looking right into his eyes, my heart
burning with the love I felt from him, for him.  How could I be
feeling love, talking about the worst subject in the world?  But
there it was.  My heart was taking off again.

"OK!  OK!  Go ahead, go make *stinkies,* goddammit."

He still had that pretend-anger in his voice, but my head was
shouting, 'VICTORY!'  He never quit smiling, though.

"Oh, AARON!!" I said, really loud -- half pretending to be mad at
his choice of words -- and blushing.  Peeing was one thing, but
this really DID embarrass me.

He put his hands on my shoulders, gently.

"OK, little dude."

As he said it, his eyes sparkled at me -- that warm look that
said, 'I want you to be happy.  I want to give to you.' -- In his
own little macho way.  Like all his tough motors just shut off.
I got into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Next thing you know, you'll want me to go to church with you on
Sundays!"  He yelled it, purposely loud enough to be heard
through the bathroom door.  Aaron's 'tone' was back.

Even through the door, though, I could 'see' that smile.  I
grinned.

I thought about what Aaron had just said.  'Ooooo, a CHALLENGE!
Church on Sundays!'  I thought.  'Oh well, not now.'  I didn't
think of myself as that religious, or anything, but I thought it
was important to think about God, like we were taught.  Anyway,
my smile was back.

I had finished 'business' in the bathroom, patted my hardon more
than once, which reminded me that it was going to have a good
time, REAL soon!  It still made me dizzy thinking that Aaron
actually fucked me, and that I did the same to him, and that he
WANTED it!!  Mmmmmmmm!

I was looking around for some air freshener spray.  Nada.  OK,
matches, then.  Nope.  Little tricks my dad taught me, to take
the smell out of the bathroom.  I was lost without these.

I couldn't leave the room smelling that way, it just wasn't me.
I ran out of ideas, so I thought a while.  I opened the bathroom
window, and stood there with a towel, waving it at the window,
hoping to get the bad air out and the good air in.  That was too
slow.  This was taking a while.  The window was too small.
'I know.  ALCOHOL!'  I'd read about it.  Alcohol was an air
freshener.

Sure enough, there was some rubbing alcohol in the little
bathroom closet.  I grabbed some toilet paper and wet it with the
alcohol.  Then I rubbed it all over the sink, the top of the
toilet, and parts of the bathtub -- anything to spread the smell
of the alcohol through the room.  I used some after-shave lotion
too, putting just a little on the tub ledge.  Then, just to be
sure, I found some spray cleaner with bleach, and scrubbed out
the toilet.  WHEW!  I was going to have to remember to bring some
air freshener with me next time.  This was too much work.

Didn't stop me from being horny!  I was sweating, again, though.
I touched my hardon for a sec.  MMMM!  Getting ready for Aaron.
I could feel the precum.

Now I HAD to wash my hands, and my arms.  I got to thinking.  I
HAD been in the bathroom a LONG time.  And Aaron was sooo horny.
My heart started to pound a little, thinking my sex-god jacked
off while I was in here.  'Nah!  He wouldn't do that.  Would he?'

I decided I needed to shower, and never scrubbed and rinsed so
fast.  I dried myself in record time.  I had this sexy shirt with
really cool buttons, hanging on the back of the bathroom door, so
I threw it on.  I had no bottoms on, but what the hell!

I was almost fnished buttoning the shirt, and ready to get out of
the bathroom, when I heard Aaron.  LOUD, again.

"Hey, did you grab a sandwich and wait for it to go all the way
through you, dude?"

He had a way of being funny at the strangest times.  I about DIED
trying to be quiet so he couldn't hear me laughing.  'Why did I
do that?'

'Hmmmm,' I thought.  'Maybe Aaron was worried that *I* was
jacking off?!'  I was done, and rushed back to the bedroom, in
time to answer him, blushing with embarrassment again.

"Ummm, no,"  I said, looking at the floor.

"Well you took fuckin LONG enough to shit, shower and shave, and
PAINT the goddamm place, man!"

I shot a dirty look at him.  He had said 'shit.'  I watched his
face.

"OK, OK, 'MAKE STINKIES!'  Aaron made a face at me when he said
it, then he laughed.  His teeth looked so cool when he smiled.

"What's that smell?"  Aaron said it innocently enough, then his
face shifted.  I was sure he had put two and two together,
figuring *I* had something to do with it.  I knew it was the
alcohol or after-shave he was smelling.  This was still
embarrassing, and I kept blushing.

"Uh, well... NOTHING, really, Aaron," I said, with my body
leaning against him, like a little boy saying, 'Oh daddy,
please don't be mad.'  I really meant it, though.

'Uh oh,' I thought, as Aaron walked into the bathroom.

"It smells like a HOSPTIAL in here.  What the fuck did you do,
little dude, sterilize the place?"  Still, the smile was in his
voice and he was having fun with this.  I was pretty sure,
anyway.

Aaron turned around and headed back to the bedroom.  I was in the
doorway, so I backed up to let him into the room.  His look told
me he was waiting for me to answer.

"Welllllll," I said, a little guilty, but smiling.

"Oh, SHIT!"  He said, with a huge grin.

Then we both lost it.  We fell on each other laughing.  We almost
lost our balance, we were laughing so hard.  Scotty junior was
throbbing like crazy.  Finally, Aaron's strong arm pushed me on
the bed, and he fell into the mattress with me.  I had an idea
what was coming.

"You ARE something else, little dude."

That threw me off guard enough for Aaron to grab my wrists
together in one hand, and tickle the HELL out of me with the
other.  THAT'S what I thought was coming.

It was a BRUTAL tickling.  A couple of times, I actually COULD
NOT breathe.  And I thought I turned purple, but the two of us
laughed our asses off.  At the end, I really was having trouble
breathing.  Even Scotty junior went down.  A FIRST, I think.

Aaron must of been seriously concerned, because he got his
worried, puppy-dog look.

"Little dude!!  BREATHE!  You OK dude?  Oh shit!  STINKIES!!
FUCK!!!"

Yup, he was worried.

I choked a few times then I breathed OK.  My face felt really
hot.

"Oh, Scotty, I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry man."

He had his shorts on.  GOD, he was sexy! -- Aaron my sex god.
The dream guy of the whole high school.  I was fine.  It was
still hard for me to believe that I was with him -- and ALONE!
I felt this tugging in my groin, so I knew my dick was back on
the job.  My hand went to his shorts, and his HUGE hard bulge and
wet spot was all I needed to see.

"Thanks.  I'm OK Aaron."  I was feeling relieved, and aroused.
I was happy for his concern.  It made me feel good, in a whole
different way.  He was SO cool!

"I'm sorry Scotty.  Really, I am.  I see your HAND is OK."

Aaron was on top of me.  He got his knees on either side of my
hips, and started apologizing, and taking my shirt off.

'Oh GOD,' I thought.  'I'm going to HAVE him again.'  Scotty
junior went nuts.  Aaron was in control, as usual.  Except his
dick was learning to jump out of control, like mine.  Scotty
junior was a good teacher.

Each button he undid on my shirt meant it was time for a separate
apology, he seemed to think -- and a lick somewhere on me, to go
with it.  I moaned at each lick, it tingled so much.  Now, I was
GLAD he'd almost choked me, before.  Finally, the shirt came off.

        God, this kid is gorgeous.  And now I love him, and I'm
        not sure who loves who more -- or maybe you can't know.
        I didn't care.  Just looking at his sculpted body, his
        angel-boy face -- seeing the love in his eyes!  SHIT, was
        I lucky!  Me and Scotty!  DAMN!

"Are you going to make it up to me Aaron?"  Like I needed to ask!

"Oh yeah, little dude.  Oh yeah."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

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