Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:26:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Question of Time

VI.
Illyria, Searchings

January 2004
	David didn't call Aaron. After a week of no communication, Aaron
finally phoned.
	"Thought you were going to call me?"
	"Sorry, I've been busy." That was the truth.
	"Is something wrong?"
	"No." That was not the truth.


	Aaron opined that there was something going on. But, he was a proud
man, as was David, and he didn't feel that he wanted to expose himself in
any way. He gave one last try.


	"I suppose this week end is out?"
	"Yeah, I'm afraid so."
	"OK, then Dave . . . call me . . . bye."
	"Bye."


	In this case, "Pride cometh before the fall" was most
applicable. Three months later, David had finally accepted the supposed
cock-and-bull-story. He submerged himself into his studies and even found a
topic/area that might develop into a dissertation.
	Several of his co-doctoral students had organized a study group to
which he was invited. For the most part, they were bright, outgoing
students, approximately his own age. They met weekly. Several of them were
young women, one was married and another was a real stunner. She seemed to
be attracted to David. He was mildly amazed and his ego was suitably
inflated at the attention she paid him. They had two dates which were
pleasant, even innocuous--if you can call mild petting: innocuous! She did
arouse him, but for him, there wasn't that consuming spark, even though she
hinted at wanting a more fulfilling, passionate frolic on their second and
last date. He suspected that it was because she rather an assertive,
confrontational person which was what he didn't need at that
point. Furthermore, a licentious liaison, ala Dian, would have been too
exhausting and time consuming. He valued his time--his studies demanded it.


	April 2004
	He was sitting in the Student Union drinking a beer when Rick
sauntered up.
	"Well, Hi . . . David?"
	"Yeah . .  Hi, Rick. How you doin?"
	"Great! Haven't seen you for a long time!" he stated taking a seat
opposite.
	"Been busy . . . and stuff," then added, "You look great."
	The truth was that Rick seemed more relaxed, less frenetic, almost
assured, not tentative as he seemed when they met those many months
back. Although David had no illusions over what had happened then, he did
have a certain pleasant feeling about the part Rick had played in his life.
	"And . . . how are you doin?" David asked in return.
	Leaning over he stated, conspiratorially, "Found my special One!"


	For Rick, 'one-night-stands,' those brief, fleeting, furtive
encounters, had been de rigueur. Commitment had not come his way, rather
those brief, meaningless, impersonal couplings became an end in and of
themselves. It became a depressing reality to him. His approach tended to
sidetrack the possibility of anything resembling a long term
commitment. Had he courted someone over a period of time, rather than
hastening to bed on the first encounter, he might achieve his goal much
earlier.


	"Really?" Then added, "I'm glad Rick."
	"Thanks."
	"Meet him at Our Place?"
	Rick smirked, "No!" then added, "Surprised? Actually we were
introduced by an old friend of mine."
	"Oh, that's nice."
	"Actually I think you know him."
	His curiosity was aroused, "Oh? Who? The old friend or the special
one?""
	"Aaron, Aaron Johnson," came the quick reply.
	"He's your . . . ONE?" He was aghast!
	"No! Aaron's the friend! Known him for ages."
	"I see," he stated somewhat relieved.
	"You know Aaron, don't you?"
	"Yes."
	"Well he's a great guy! But . . .  my ONE is really special."
	The rest of the conversation was lost in a miasma of doubt and self
reproach as the truth dawned on David.
	"I've been a damned fool!" he said to himself.


	David's amateur status in the area of a relationship, much less a
same sex relationship, had created numerous areas of doubt. He was a
neophyte, true and simple. Further, he felt that his life, family and
personal, to that point, had not engendered his ability to trust. His
association, brief as it was, with Dian was incredibly passionate and
physical. There was not an iota of commitment, except to satisfy the other
member, physically. With Aaron, the physical aspect was just as intense,
but there had been a difference. The difference was the months of seeing
him, talking with him and the development of what can only be characterized
as a friendship. Disregarding the supposed slight, the supposed
transgression, the supposed lack of faithfulness, David had felt a loss in
passively severing their association. True, the pain had lessened,
somewhat, but the loss was still palpable.
	That night David contemplated calling Aaron. But his embarrassment
and pride precluded that action. Instead he planned to go to the County
Health Department's cafeteria the next morning, hoping he might
"accidentally" meet Aaron there. He seemed to remember that Aaron had said
he usually took a cup of coffee there before going on his rounds. If he was
careful, he might be able to organize a reunion, a rapprochement.


	At 9:00 the next morning, David paid for his coffee and nervously
took a seat at a table that was not too distant from the cashier. "Surely,
he'll see me here," he thought.
	Ten minutes later Aaron came into the cafeteria chatting with a
couple of others. David nearly bolted, thinking he may have made a mistake
and not wanting to be rejected. Aaron got his coffee, paid for it and
turned to look for a seat. Almost instantly he spied David. He turned to
his fiends, said something and walked over to David's table.
	"Well, Hello!"
	David smiled, "Hi."
	"It's a surprise seeing you here. Mind if I join you?"
	"No, not at all," came the honest reply.
	Aaron sat down and looked intently into David's eyes, and queried,
"What are you doing here?"
	"Having a cup of coffee."
	"Yeah, I see that. But, why here."
	"Wanted to meet someone . . ."
	"Oh? Who?"
	"You," David said pointedly. No use pussyfooting around!
	Aaron was not speechless, merely confused, and silent as he
pondered the situation. Finally, "I don't understand! For weeks . . .  no
. . . months you have avoided me . . . . Now this! What's going on?" He
asked truly incredulous.
	David, embarrassed, dropped his eyes and murmured, "I need to
confess . . . something."
	"Mmmm, sounds ominous! But I don't have the time right now! Can we
meet later?"
	The abruptness of the reply struck David with no small amount of
concern. But, he decided that since he had taken this step he needed to
forge ahead, come-what-may.
	"Sure, When?"
	"6:00," came the second curt answer.
	"OK. Where?"
	Aaron smiled conspiratorially, "Our Place!"


	Aaron was not mean spirited by nature, but he literally had gone
through hell wondering what had happened. . . what had caused this sudden
unexplained separation? He also knew that it wasn't one of David's favorite
spots. It wasn't his favorite either, accept they had met there that
fateful Monday months ago. And, besides, he felt that it might be a form of
sweet revenge.


	"Gotta go," Aaron announced , got up and left, but not before
saying, "See you then?"
	"Yes."


	As he walked away, Aaron felt ashamed of his pettiness, but he had
been hurt deeply. Somehow, emotional trauma has a way of affecting the most
caring person in ways unimaginable. The die had been cast!


	David walked into Our Place a few minutes before 6:00, ordered a
beer and walked to a small table to wait.
	Fifteen minutes later, the normally punctual Aaron walked in,
looked around, saw David, ordered a draft at the bar and joined him.
	"Sorry, I'm late." In truth, he wasn't sorry. He had planned to be
late, hoping David might think that he had been stood-up. Another twist of
uncharacteristic meanness.
	"That's OK!"
	Getting to the point quickly, Aaron asked, "Now what's this
. . . confession thing all about?"
	David explained the scenario those months before, his misplaced
shock, hurt and anger. He told Aaron of the agonizing few weeks he had
spent after that fateful night, and of the conversation he had with Rick
the day before.
	Aaron listened, quietly, then stated, "That was the time I stopped
into Rick's for a beer. He had told me of his . . . good fortune and . . ."
"Why am I explaining myself? I did nothing wrong!" he thought to
himself. He looked David squarely in the eyes as his jaw muscles clenched.
	David read the reaction, anticipated Aaron impending outburst, and
interjected, quickly, "I know it was stupid!"
	Aaron merely nodded his assent, thinking better of exploding,
venting his pain.
	"I know we never . . .  made a . . . said anything about . . . ."
David was fighting for the right words. "Aaron . . . you must have known
that I . . . had some . . . feeling for you!"
	"You didn't think I had any for you?" he spat out.
	David merely dropped his head in resignation.
	"Good God! man," exploded from that black wonder's lips, "and
you're supposed to be smart?" Aaron was loosing it, he knew it, he despised
himself for it.
	David had never encountered Aaron's wrath. It was awesome! I felt
that all was lost, and, truthfully, he didn't fault Aaron for his
reaction. he only felt . . . dismal.
	He raised his head, resigned and stated, flatly, "Aaron, I'm sorry
. . . I really am . . . I was stupid." He quickly got up and walked to the
door.
	Aaron, with the speed of a runner, raced up to David, grabbed his
arm, spun him around and said. "Right now, I'm the stupid one!" and kissed
him quickly on the lips.


	Aaron and David were not into any public display of affection, even
with the women they had known. So this kiss was an aberration born out of
necessity. A couple of patrons, aware of the tension between the two
clapped their hands.


	"Sorry, didn't mean to do that," Aaron gasped in confusion.
	Pulling away, but running his fingers across Aaron's lips, David
stated softly, "I'm not sorry you did!"


	They returned to the table, ordered another draft each and talked,
discussed, analyzed, explained 'til after 10:00. They were exhausted. But
it was an exhaustion that held untold rewards.


	"You walked?"
	"Yeah," David said.
	"I'll give you a ride home."
	"OK."
	Aaron pulled up in front of David's apartment house, "I'd like to
come up . . . but frankly . . I'm exhausted! All that talk . . . more
tiring than sex!" he said with a smirk as he reached over and squeezed
David knee.
	"Me, too! Don't think even you could get me hard tonight!"
	"Damn! must be loosin it!"
	"I doubt that . . . If you think you'd be rested by Friday, you can
give it a try!"
	"You're on!"
	They both chuckled as David opened the door and went in.


	Both men slept soundly that night. The short days 'til Friday were
good for them. They both needed that period of time to readjust, to
neutralize completely their former pain. When Friday arrived, the slate of
distrust had pretty well been wiped clean.


	 They had a quiet dinner at a local restaurant that Friday . . . a
kind of an overture to what both expected, hoped would be a wondrous
symphony. When they entered David's apartment, Aaron immediately became
aware of a number of objects on the bookcase next to the sofa-bed--a copy
of the Joys of Gay Sex.
	"Did you read this?"
	"Yep, today!"
	Aaron, smiled. He had read the book years before and knew that it
contained too much information to be assimilated in one sitting. But, the
fact that David had read it, augured well.
	Then there was a clear plastic squeeze bottle three-quarters filled
with a yellow, viscous liquid.
	"Honey?"
	 David smiled and nodded.
	"He must have read closer than I thought." Aaron mused to
himself. He had remembered the section dealing with passionate aids and how
honey could be used to anoint various areas of the body so that they could
be licked clean creating delightful sensations. Also, he remembered that
honey provided an exceptionally delightful lubricant as it facilitated
entry, but also had the ability to heighten the sensations as
well. Nature's wonder!
	A pink bottle of lotion Aaron knew what that was for!
	He spied a tiny brown bottle which he recognized as
amyl-nitrate. Aaron had used 'poppers' in the past and found them somewhat
stimulating, but preferred the natural approach. It wasn't anything ethical
or related to health, it was just the fact that he preferred things
natural.
	Then he saw a light beige object with a base about an
inch-and-a-half in diameter with a much narrower lobed extension. He picked
up the anal vibrator.
	"When did ya get this?"
	With a grin came the answer, "Today."


	David had not been into any form of 'kink' in his brief
relationship with Dian . . . only exploratory positions and the development
of natural techniques of love making were probed with delight. Certainly,
with Aaron, there were no approaches except those 'natural' forms that
brought pleasure to both. But then, David felt that his novice status might
have been a hinderance to Aaron's more extensive experience. The truth was:
Aaron's experience was more than David's, but in no way could he be
considered a 'cock hound,' or particularly promiscuous. Nonetheless, David
had gone to a 'sex shop' in Madison and, with some trepidation, had
admitted to the disinterested proprietor that he was a neophyte and desired
some assistance. He was shown the 'leather' section which amazed him, then
the 'bondage' section which repelled David somewhat, finally to the dildo
section. There David was astonished when looking at one implement, one
tool, hardly a toy that had
 the proportions of a stallion! "Good, Gawd!" he thought, "Who could use or
accept this . . . THING . . . male or female?" After some consideration, he
decided on the 'poppers' and the innocuous vibrator.


	"Ya know . . . you amaze me!"
	"Sometimes I amaze myself," he said as he walked over to Aaron and
lasciviously began to massage his crotch and stuck his tongue into Aaron's
ear. David had early on found that this ear tonguing was a guaranteed
arouser for the dark wonder.
	"Damn!"
	With quick, sure movements, David unzipped Aaron's fly, fished out
his yet detumescent prick, sank to his knees and took the whole semisoft
muscle into his mouth. He had decided that he was going to use every thing
in his paltry repertoire to show Aaron a glorious time. That would be part
of his apology.
	"Jeeze," Aaron gasped as his cock was thus manipulated. Soon it was
totally erect.
	David, slid Aaron's pants and briefs down and off. Grasps the firm,
muscular buns and tried to pull him in deeper. He had to give up on that!
He still wasn't a cock-sucking-adept. But his kneading, squeezing, probing
fingers worked their way over those two smooth mounds and one even moved
into the deep cleft. This had their desired effect.
	Aaron gasped!
	David continued and Aaron felt himself began to spiral out of
control - - spinning towards a lascivious fog. This loss of control he
liked, under certain circumstances. Aaron wasn't a control freak, but in
most circumstances he liked to be able to manage himself - - up to a
point. But, tonight, David's actions gave him another idea.
	Aaron reached down and pulled David's polo shirt off over his
head. Then lifted him to his feet and unsnapped, unzipped and removed his
slacks. David stood there in just his briefs, bulging at that! Aaron slid
the fingers of both hands into the front waist band and with one quick
motion ripped them off!
	"Damn!" exclaimed David.
	"You want it kinky, honey? OK! You got it!" he smiled.
	David was wide-eyed. The tables were suddenly turned.
	Aaron pushed him down on the sofa bed and within seconds his whole
body was being sensually assaulted with lips, tongue, fingers, palms,
thighs and one hard dark ebony cock. It was almost as if there were two men
arousing him.
	Soon David was a groaning, gasping, quivering mass. And, the irony
was neither Aaron's mouth or hands had once touched David's rampant
pole. That was to change. Aaron spread David's thighs, knelt between them
and swallowed his whole cock in one gulping motion.
	"Oh GAWD!" David howled.
	A hand moved over his chest and belly, dallying at his pits and
hardened nipples.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Another, lightly grazed that sensitive, smooth inner thigh, fondled
his balls and grazed his puckered hole.
	"Jeeze."
	Then that glorious mouth and tongue began to work their magic in
ways David never dreamed possible. His head whipped back and forth,
uncontrollably, propelled by unremitting passion. Still the hands continued
their separate, lascivious missions. A finger grazed the tightly,
sphinctered ass again.
	Another groan.
	The finger was reapplied, and David realized that it had been
anointed with lotion. It glided back, forth, over, pressured, released
pressure and teased that tight gate until it began to yield. This Aaron
realized as David spread his legs farther apart and raised his knees, soles
of the feet resting flat on the bed. He grazed the pucker with the nail of
his finger lightly.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Then he applied a bit of pressure, but did not release it. David
tensed in anticipation, but Aaron's mouth and other hand soon shifted his
attention. The gate gave way and the first knuckle of Aaron's finger
slipped in. There was more to come.


	Aaron's supple finger sliding in and out his dark muscled opening
and those incredible lips and tongue plunging up and down his hardened
piece at the same time, created a kind of a sensual overload. David began
to quiver, gasp and brilliant pinpoints of light circled somewhere above
his face. Had he been standing, he knew he would have collapsed. Aaron
pulled off and out of David. He looked down as Aaron grasped the
anal-vibrator and turned it on. A light hum issued forth. Slowly he
inserted the long, narrow, vibrating, flexible lobed extension into an
already prepared opening and the palpitating prick back into his mouth.
	Aaron wasn't much for toys, David wasn't either. As it turned out
that vibrator got its only workout that night--on both men. But as each
marble-sized, tremulous lobe after another popped past the tight gate David
experience one galvanic shock after another. Soon the length of that
quivering, trembling instrument had been inserted all the way and his whole
being began to quake in unison.


	"Ahhhh, Fuck!" uncharacteristically escaped from his lips. David
was not normally prone to use such terms, but, then, this was not a
'normal' situation! The sensations were pleasant enough, brilliant, even
spectacular in the obscene probing of this machine. But, this was not what
he had planned. He relinquished the plans he had carefully considered, his
sexual strategy was in shambles.
	He grasped Aaron's face as he sat up, lifting it off his cock. With
heretofore unknown strength, he torqued his body until he was on top of
Aaron, lips locked together and his tongue probing deep into that luscious
mouth. This action dislodged the 'toy' which fell to the floor.
	As he kissed Aaron, he became aware of that hard ebony rod quaking
up against his previously invaded hole. He wasn't prepared to have that
hard, think thing take the toy's place! Clamping his thighs together, he
flexed his pelvis and felt that rampant love-handle slide back and forth
across that quaking, puckered opening.


	"What are you doing?" Aaron gasped when the had surfaced for a
breath.
	"I don't know, but it feels good!"
	Aaron felt the same as his hips began to thrust upward.
	As David flexed his pelvis he groaned lightly as his hard pole,
sandwiched between the two bellies telegraphed it's sensuous message. Aaron
drove his cock upward between those clamped thighs until both obtained
explosive, mutual satisfaction and release.


	Minutes later as David wiped the cum from his ass crack, he
similarly wiped his discharge from Aaron's and his own belly, and stated,
"Damn! This wasn't what I expected!"
	"And . . . just what did you expect?"
	Smiling, he answered, "I wanted it to be for you . . . alone. Kinda
my way of apologizing . . . "
	"Ahhhh, but this was a great apology!" he said as he slid his
fingers between David's thighs with a wink. As he withdrew his fingers, one
slid over the rosebud opening.
	"Sssss," came the sound of a quick intake of breath as his still
sensitized spot was touched.


	Aaron arched his eyebrows and began to gently finger that lightly
lubed spot. David stood riveted to the spot as a finger slowly insinuated
itself into his dark tunnel. He moved his right leg so as to provide easier
access, and the finger slid in deeper.
	David remembered how he had been slightly turned off by Rick when
he sat on his cock those many months ago. "How could any guy like this?" he
had thought. Now, he willingly moved his leg so Aaron would have unimpeded
entrée to his sensitized love tunnel. That long finger moving in an out
created sensations that could only be described as: fantastic. His erotic
barometer shot upward.


	"Jeeze," came the expression of surprise from Aaron.
	"What?"
	"Ya just came . . . and now you're gettin hard again!"
	"It's your fault!"
	Aaron swung off the bed and took David's burgeoning rod into his
mouth as he inserted his finger all the way into that hot love tunnel and
swirled it around.
	David's legs began to tremble. Slowly he collapsed upon the
floor--ass still impaled and cock still impaling! Without conscious
thought, his legs spread apart, he drew his knees towards his chest
completely, instinctively exposing his fingered hole. His arms flung to the
side and head whipping back and forth in the throes of unmitigated passion.
	Aaron's head pistoned. His probing finger found the hidden spot and
began to manipulate it with utmost mastery.
	"Oh, Gawd," David gasped, then without any indication, any physical
manifestation, "OH! GAWD!" He exploded in Aaron's mouth and his whole body
spasmed uncontrollably.


	Minutes later, still panting, still entwined on the floor, David
whispered, "Can we move to the bed? This floor is too hard!"
	The unwound their limbs, climbed onto the bed, embraced each other
and fell into a deep, cleansing, forgiving sleep.


	David spent most of his waking hours working on his research. Of
course there was time set aside for Aaron. That was a given. The pain of
the separation as well as its cause took their place in the minds and
emotions of both men.


	It was mid June, the weather had been warm, David and Aaron had met
for dinner and then went to Aaron's apartment. It was more commodious than
David's, and it had air conditioning. It also had a king size bed which
they christened: 'Our Play Pen!' They had participated in an exceptionally
passionate coupling, bring each other to screaming orgasms.
	Later, David sat in an easy chair next to the bed and observed this
dark wonder. Aaron was sleeping on his back, sprawled, arms flung outward,
legs spread apart, mouth open and a rivulet of drool ran out of the side of
his partially open mouth. He looked both vulnerable and strangely assured
at the same time. His sheathed cock rested, to the side on a smooth,
muscled thigh and his ball sack hung downward cradling the twin orbs. His
ebony chest rose and fell in the deep, even breathing of exhausted but
refreshing slumber. He was altogether beautiful in David's eyes. David'
eyes roamed at will over that dark form taking in every undulation, every
nuance of Aaron's body and he marveled. He marveled at the intimacy they
had come to know. Not just the physical intimacy, but the intimacy of mind,
and, David had to admit, of soul as well. David wasn't particularly
religious, but there was a tie that couldn't be explained so easily between
the two. A tie that
 transcended the mundane.
	He marveled at the flushed pink, full lips which were in
counterpoint to the dark lustrous face. He smiled as he looked at Aaron's
hands and feet. There, too, was that contrast between pink palms and soles
with the surrounding dusky, raven skin, and he marveled. He reached over
and gently pulled back the satiny, elastic foreskin revealing part of the
florid cockhead which mirrored the color of his lips, and marveled. Aaron
stirred, automatically wiped his mouth and raised his left leg causing the
soft cock-muscle to flop to the other side. David smiled in delight, and he
again marveled.
	David drank in Aaron's intoxicating, sleeping form with his eyes
and was ravished. As he looked, he became aware of a strange dichotomy that
consumed him, an elemental duality of purpose. He wanted to possess this
man and be possessed by him. He wanted to enfold him and be enfolded. He
wanted to absorb and be absorbed. He wanted to enter and be entered!


	It was while sitting there observing that dark wonder's sleeping
form that David came to the realization that he must love that man. It was
a thought that seemed most apparent, yet the implications were
frightening. His fear came not from the knowledge of his feeling but from
the perception that he may not be able to achieve was would be required. He
was acutely aware of his history. Surely the years in what was essentially
a mildly dysfunctional family did not prepare him. His experiences in any
kind of relationship was meager, at best. He thought of the old saw: "The
sins of the father are visited upon the son." But, David was a thinking man
and he knew that many of the mistakes he had seen at home he would
assiduously try to avoid. In the months of his chemotherapy, he and Aaron
had became good friends and confided much in each other. It was difficult,
at first for David. For Aaron, it was much easier and that helped David in
opening up. Still . . .
 the fear was palpable and the thought of not being able to commit was
immensely sad to his way of thinking.
	He had been sitting there for well over two hours as the thoughts
raced through his brain. As he watched Aaron laying there, tears streamed
down his face.


	Again Aaron stirred, awoke and turned towards David.
	"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
	"Nothing," came the murmur.
	"Why are you sitting there?"
	"Looking at you."
	Aaron smiled then as the shades of slumber tumbled away he frowned
and said, "Why are you crying?"
	David had been unawares of his tears. He quickly brushed them away,
saying, "I'm not."
	Sitting up, taking David's hands in his, he stated, "Yes, you
are. . . . Why?"


	David had never thought of himself as a particularly emotional
person, outwardly, at least. But, these past months had open doors and he
realized that in certain areas he was most vulnerable. Then the flood gates
opened, tears flowed copiously.


	David squeezed Aaron's hands and admitted, "Because I think I'm
falling in love with you."
	Aaron smiled, "Then they're happy tears!"
	"No," came the soft reply.
	"Why?"
	"I'm sad, . . . because I don't think I'll be good . . . at loving
. . ."


	This issue had been alluded to months earlier when David was being
ravaged by the chemotherapy. Then, Aaron thought that it was a result of
the devastating condition brought on by the medicine. He knew that he had
to help this mournful man. He reached for his robe.


	"Don't!" David nearly wailed.
	"Why?"
	"It's the only thing that gives me any pleasure . . . your naked
body."
	Trying to lighten the situation somewhat, Aaron quipped, "The only
thing?"
	"Right now . . . . Yeah."


	Aaron sat back down and re-grasped David's hands and they began to
talk. The intensity of their conversation was exhausting, long and
therapeutic for both men.


	The sun was coming up when David said, "I'm exhausted . . . . I
can't talk any more!"
	The weary Aaron guided the drained David onto the bed and cradled
him in his arms. Both men reveled in the other's body next to his. The
feeling was not particularly sexual, but exceedingly comforting to
both. Almost instantly both men fell into a deep, replenishing sleep.


	It was nearly 11:00 a.m. when David was roused from his sleep by
the smell of fresh brewed coffee. He sat up, stretched, swung his legs onto
the floor and padded to the bathroom to relieve his bladder. Finishing, he
walked down the short hall and into the small, Pullman kitchen where the
delicious odor emanated from. Aaron was standing at the stove frying some
bacon. David smiled as he took in the dark, lustrous nude form of
Aaron. When they were in the confines of their apartments, they rarely wore
clothes. It was a tacit sign of intimacy that both enjoyed.


	"Mornin . . . I think!" David murmured, not really knowing what
time it was.
	"Ahh! Mornin . . . sleeping beauty!" Aaron returned with a
grin. "Want some coffee?"
	"Do I ever!" David walked to the coffee maker and poured a steaming
mug of coffee. " Smells great."
	"Hungry?"
	"Starved!"
	"Good. Bacon will be ready in a minute. Made a pile of scrabbled
eggs. How does that sound?"
	"Great." David moved to the small table and kissed Aaron lightly on
the back as he passed. He retrieved china and silverware from the cupboard
and set the table while Aaron finished the rashers of bacon.
	Aaron brought a platter mounded with crisp bacon and another heaped
high with scrambled eggs. Bits of onion with green and red bell pepper was
liberally salted throughout the eggs. That was the way Aaron's mother had
made scrambled eggs and he knew that David liked them that was as well.
	They wordlessly ate their late breakfast. They were both
famished. Their bodies cried out for sustenance. The love making of the
night before and the long, long hours of talk left them with a crying need
to replenish their energy.
	"Want some toast?" Aaron asked.
	"No . . . this is just fine."
	Aaron knew that David didn't usually take toast with his
breakfast--but it was part of the ritual.

July 2004
	David and Aaron saw each other on a regular and exclusive basis,
either at David's small apartment or at Aaron's more commodious digs. It
was David who suggested that they share the same apartment--live
together. Aaron had wanted to earlier, but felt that David needed to make
the initial suggestion.


	The day David moved into Aaron's apartment, their apartment, and
after a light supper with a good bottle of wine and clean-up, David led
Aaron to the bedroom and slowly undressed him. David had done this once
before and it was a real turn on for Aaron. He watched as David first
removed his polo shirt and licked his rigid nipples. Next his shoes and
stockings were removed. He unbuckled and unzipped Aaron's trousers, sliding
them off and licking his thighs in the process. Then he hooked his fingers
under the waist band of Aaron's briefs and slid them off, freeing his
already hard cock. David sank to his knees and took that ebony pole into
his mouth!


	"Ahhh!" Aaron gasped as that warm moist mouth slipped over his
rigid, pulsing pole.


	David employed all the techniques in his expanding repertoire and
soon Aaron was trembling. Standing up, David gently pushed Aaron onto the
bed, spread his legs and stripped! Aaron watched in anticipation as his
lover's clothes were removed. Crawling between those spread thighs, David
again attacked that hard, onyx cock with abandon. Aaron's head whipped back
and forth from the passion of the onslaught.
	Soon, David withdrew and stepped into the bathroom. He had to
prepare himself for what he knew was about to take place, what he had
planned. First, he had relaxed himself as much as he could under the
circumstances--the wine helped in that department. Second, he had used that
short time in the bathroom to slip a lubed finger into his tight
orifice. Then, a second one was inserted as he took one deep, cleansing
breath after another. Soon he felt his sphincter muscles relax to
accommodate the intrusion. He liberally lubed his quaking opening, washed
his hands and went back into the bedroom.
	Aaron was lying on the bed, spread eagle, hands behind his head,
cock standing proud and a smile of anticipation on his face. David, from
time to time had sprung interesting variations in their love making--things
that from a neophyte surprised and excited Aaron. "What was he planning
now?" Aaron thought as his already eroticized mind attempted to delve into
David's actions.
	David climbed onto the bed, straddled Aaron's muscular thighs,
reached for the KY, slathered a liberal amount onto that rampant, ebony
cock and positioned himself over it's steely form.


	"What are you doing?" Aaron asked, a bit concerned.
	"You'll see!" came the reply as he took that thunderous muscle in
his hand and positioned it just below his prepared, his readied hole.
	"David!" Aaron gasped, "Better wait," he pleaded.


	Aaron remembered his first time and although he was adequately
prepared, the discomfort of that initial insertion raced through his
mind. He had longed to feel himself inside his lover, but knew that it
would he would have to achieve his goal very carefully. The assertiveness
of David at this point disquieted him. The present situation caused him to
loose a bit of his steeliness. That was fortuitous for David. Aaron was not
what could be called huge or even big, but he was substantial in length and
girth.
	David lowered himself carefully, taking deep breaths and willing
himself to relax. He felt the lessening of Aaron's erection and forced
himself downward, holding tight to the shaft. The partially detumescent
head popped past the prepared and relaxed sphincter with some ease. Still,
that intrusion brought a gasp from David--not so much from any excruciating
pain, for there wasn't, but from the strangeness of the invasion.


	"David!" Aaron gasped and at the same time tried to lift him off
his impaling member.
	David brushed his hands away and lowered himself a bit more.
	"Ahhhh!" groaned Aaron.


	David's face was set in deep concentration as he willed himself
down even further. There was a modicum of discomfort, not necessarily pain,
but a strange stuffed, a packed feeling. He sat all the way down on that
burgeoning dick!


	Again, "Ahhhh!" escaped from Aaron's lips. His partially softened
love muscle quickly returned to its adamantine, rockbound strength and
vigor as he felt the hot, lubed muscle slip over his cock.
	"It's in!" David whispered to himself. He too, felt that invading
muscle return to its former unbendable state. That fact, if not the feeling
of that intruding pole, created no small amount of joy in David's mind.


	Riding 'Hector's horse' had some advantages. The passive member,
the one being entered, takes the active role for a time--adjusting himself
to the invasion. David sat there a few seconds as his virgin hole became
accustomed to this inaugural penetration. He rose up slightly and then just
as slowly sank back down. Interestingly enough he felt a rather pleasant
sensation mixed with that initial feeling of being crammed, stuffed with a
foreign object! Again, he rose up and sank back down registering the
growing sensations in his brain.
	Aaron, too, was beginning to be transported by the feeling of his
hard, throbbing cock being tightly encased in that hot tunnel. His concern
for David was slowly diminishing as he felt the tentative raising and
lowering of the luxurious tube over his now demanding dick. The sensation
of skin sliding over skin was electric to both.
	David began a slow, rhythmic raising and lowering of his hips upon
that impaling rod. The pleasurable sensations were increasing. Soon he was
lifting upwards 'til nearly half of Aaron's length was free, then
descending with more force. He continued fucking his lover's cock with his
newly initiated hole. Then he lifted nearly all the way off, held that
position for a second, then slammed down, hard!


	"Ahhhh!" groaned Aaron.
	"Ahhhh!" gasped David in consort.


	Again, he lifted nearly all the way off and as he descended, Aaron,
unconsciously flexed his gluts and rose to meet David's downward
movement. They both gasped. David rose off again and held his
position. With latent force, Aaron again lifted his hips 'til he had
re-impaled his lover completely.


	"Fuck me!" David whispered.
	Aaron reached up, grasped David's face in his hands and brought it
down, planting a warm, probing kiss on the neophyte's lips. At the same
time he began to thrust upward again and again, deep into that luxurious
fuck tunnel.
	David broke away and sat back up, suspended over that pistoning
cock.
	"Gawd! . . . it feels so . . . wonderful!" he gasped. That was
true. With each thrust, the pleasure increased and the strangeness of being
invaded for the first time diminished. He grasped his own cock which had
not lost any of its rigidity and began to fondle himself, absentmindedly.
	Aaron pulled David's hand off his dick and replaced it with his
own. A residue of lube was layered over that glistening cock from David's
hand. Slowly he began to run his imprisoning fingers up and down that
pulsing muscle in rhythm with his upward thrusting, stiff pole.


	David gasped, "Take it easy . . . I'm about to cum!"
	The pleasure of this incipient fuck coupled with Aaron's expert
fingers rocketed David towards the abyss of release.


	Aaron smiled. His thunderous cock was sliding in an out of that
tight opening with measured thrusts and withdrals. It was glorious! It was
unbelievably luxurious--inexpressively erotic. Still, he was not yet near
orgasm. The passion of the moment might have triggered an early release,
but he was luxuriating in the gift David had presented him. And, he loved
David for the wondrous gift!
	He rotated his hand up and down David's quaking cock. Up over the
super sensitive head and back down the shaft it torqued. It was a technique
he knew would bring a thunderous orgasm to David--that coupled with his
ass-pistoning prick.
	David had raised to a kneeling position. Aaron was given full,
unimpeded access to that hot love tunnel. He withdrew his thunderous rod
till the mushroom head popped out of that eroticized hole. Then reinserted
just the head and again popped it out. This he did four times. The
sensation was fantastic for both men. Then after the fourth withdrawl, he
shoved the whole length of his hard cock all the way in. Both men gasped
with delight.


	"Ahhhh! Aaron!" David pleaded as both his hole and cock were
attacked at the same time. He wanted to prolong the delectable
sensations. But, it was too late.
	"ARGHHHH!" came the primordial, guteral scream, then again,
"Arghhhh!" and again, "Arghhhh!"


	Copious jets of lustral fluid shot from his cock-slit and spattered
over Aaron's chest and stomach leaving opalescent pools. He smiled as he
felt his incased, hard ebony rod being gripped with rippling muscles. Again
and again in tandem with the jetting cock. Each time the force was
less. David finally collapsed on Aaron's chest. At first, his breathing was
more gasps than normal breaths. Soon, however, his normal, rhythmic
breathing took over.


	"That was . . . great!" David whispered, soto voce. 'Great' was not
a word that David used under such circumstances, but the thunderous orgasm
left him at a complete loss for words. Later, he thought of more
appropriate descriptors, "Fantastic. Unbelievable. Awesome. Stupendous."
All would have been more to the point.
	"It was wonderful!" Aaron whispered into his ear as he wrapped his
arms around David. Aaron, too, was at a loss for words.


	After a few minutes Aaron flexed his pelvis and his softening cock
slipped out.
	"Mmmm," came the reaction from David. Then he added, "You didn't
cum."
	"No," came the satisfied reply.
	"I wanted you to cum," David said raising up and looking into
Aaron's lustrous eyes.
	"It wasn't necessary!" he said and kissed David lightly.
	"Next time . . . then."
	"Next time," Aaron said with keen anticipation.  VII.  Postlude

July 2004
	The next morning the two sat quietly drinking the first mug of
coffee.
	David snickered.
	"What's so funny?"
	"Well . . . I was thinking about last night! Hope we didn't disturb
the neighbors!" David took a sip of coffee and mused, "That was one hell of
an orgasm!"
	Aaron laughed and added, "Yeah for a basically quiet guy . . . you
were pretty vocal!"
	Smiling, David said, "And the French call it le petit mort
. . . nothin 'petit' about it!"
	"Not in your case!"
	"Don't tell me a passionate guy like you's never had a screaming
orgasm!"
	"Well . . . you should know . . . you've got me near as loud as you
were last night . . a couple of times!"
	"Shit!"


	And with that, David moved around the table, pulled open Aaron's
robe and went down on him . . . on the spot. Aaron wasn't expecting such a
reaction and he began to laugh. Soon his laugh turned to moans of delight
as David ministered to his burgeoning cock.
	David grasped Aaron's thighs and pulled him off his chair and onto
the kitchen floor.


	"Jeeze!" exclaimed Aaron. "Take it easy!" as he slid onto the
floor.
	The best was yet to come!


	David knew how to physically arouse Aaron . . . and he did with
supreme confidence! He reached to the table and grabbed a dollop of soft
butter. With liberal amounts of butter he greased Aaron's hole and began to
finger him as he mouth-pistoned his cock. That drove Aaron wild!
Simultaneously, he prepared his own ass. "I'll show you a screaming
orgasm!" he said to himself.
	Aaron was caught completely off guard. He was a man who prided
himself in his self-control. But that morning his control flew away in the
wind of passion, aided, by now small amount by David's now expert arousal
techniques.


	First, David began as he did the night before . . . astride Aaron's
hips. Then he grabbed his still bewildered but exceedingly aroused lover
and rolled over 'til he was on his back and Aaron between his legs. David
locked his legs about Aaron's waist and rasped, "Fuck me!" and then added
with a smirk, "Can you fuck me?"
	The whole scenario pushed Aaron beyond his normal bounds. He lost
control!
	After the initial, careful insertion, he quickly increased his
speed. He pummeled . . . he pistoned . . . he licked . . . he sucked
. . . he kissed and he fucked with abandon! His animal instincts took over
that morning. David added to the onslaught in ways he knew stimulated
Aaron--he slipped his hot tongue into his lover's ear and down his neck--he
lightly ran his fingernails up and down that muscled back--he hooked his
leg around Aaron's hip and rubbed his heel against the quaking hole. All
these things he calculated, and the result was to be expected.
	"Ahhhh . . . Arghhhhh . . . Arghhhhh . . . ARGHHHHH!" reverberated
in that apartment as Aaron rocketed into luxurious dimensions of sexual
release.
	David smiled as he held his lover close. True, he was a bit raw, a
bit sore--he would have preferred the bed to the kitchen floor--but it was
worth it! He knew love.


	"I think you're a witch," Aaron finally murmured.
	"I think the term is: 'warlock!'" David answered with a peck on
Aaron's cheek.
	"Whatever!"


	The next day David met Rosemary for lunch and told her that he had
moved, moved in with Aaron.
	"He's a great guy," Rosemary commented.
	"Yes, he is."
	Not really meaning to pry, that was not the way of Rosemary, or of
David either, for that matter. She stated, in a rather matter-of-fact
observation, "He seems very special to you."
	Looking his sister in the eye, he admitted, "Yes, Sis. He's very
special . . . to me."
	Rosemary understood and smiled.


	A week later, Aaron stopped by The Mug, one of the many local
coffee houses, for a latté. As he got his order, turned and looked for a
place to sit. Sitting alone, by the window, he saw Rosemary and walked
over.
	"You alone?" he asked and continued, "Can I join you?"
	"Of course!" Rosemary replied with a bright smile.
	Rosemary had met Aaron a number of times and found him a
compassionate and interesting person.
	After a few pleasantries, Rosemary commented, "David tells me that
you two are living together.?
	"Yes," Aaron answered.
	"I'm glad. He seems so much more relaxed . . . now."


	Aaron merely smiled as he sipped his steaming brew. Since the first
time he had met her, Aaron found Rosemary an open and understanding person
. . . somehow a bit more at ease with herself than David was . . . at
first. "But then," he mused, "She didn't have to put up with all the shit
David did."
	Earlier, David had told Aaron of their meeting and that he had told
his sister that he had moved in with him.


	"David's wonderful . . . I love him so much. He's had so many
. . . problems. He can be . . . so difficult!" she confessed,
haltingly. Then, as if an afterthought, she added, "He needs
. . . fulfillment."
	Aaron smiled knowingly and stated, "Yes, he is a wonderful
person. . . .  I know he's been through a lot . . . and . . . and . . . I,
too love him."
	Tears filled Rosemary's eyes. She reached over and grasped Aaron's
hand and squeezed.
	"I'm glad," she whispered honestly, and added, "Be good to him."
	Aaron nodded his head, realizing Rosemary's concern, and answered,
"Oh, I will."


	Aaron knew that the road would not be smooth. But, David had begun
to be more open with his feelings . . . that was a start.
	It was common knowledge that a partnership was fifty-fifty, or so
they said. But, Aaron knew that it wasn't altogether true. He knew that if
this partnership was to thrive, he would have to give one-hundred
percent. He was willing to do that. David was worth it.


	Aaron was to find that this was true, and, in time the benefits
were far more than the initial investment. It was just a question of time.