Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 17:45:06 -0500
From: Russell S. <res1961@airmail.net>
Subject: I Wanna Know

I Wanna Know

By Russell S.
res1961@airmail.net

(m/m)
This story contains what I hope are graphic depictions of sex between
consenting adult males. If that turns you on, have a great time.  If it
doesn't, keep reading and maybe you'll have a good time, anyway. Unless
you'll get in trouble for it.


I WANNA KNOW

        "What the hell are you talking about?" asked Aaron, staring into
the face of the younger man across the car roof from him.

        Keith was the younger man who had just asked a question. At
eighteen, he was three years younger than Aaron and lacked the experience
the older man had picked up in college. Or so Keith had heard from his
classmate, Jason, Aaron's little brother. Keith asked again, "I heard
someone say that you're gay, I just wanted to know is that true?"

        Aaron didn't answer. The question rolled around in his mind like
a loose marble, cracking against different responses he could give and
not feel like he was being backed into a corner. Aaron had begun to come
out in college, but had talked to hardly no one at home. He didn't have
to think very hard to figure out Jason had probably talked about it to
Keith sometime between Christmas, Aaron's last trip home, and summer
break. Aaron was glad to be out of classes for three months and hadn't
anticipated anyone confronting him so soon, especially not in his
hometown.

        "Did Jason tell you that?"

        "Yeah, right after New Years. He said he couldn't hold it in any
longer, but didn't want to tell your mom and dad," Keith explained. "It
bugged him a little, I guess."

        "Well, he needs to get over it," Aaron replied defensively. He
turned away from Keith and continued washing his car, the activity he'd
started half an hour before Keith had showed up in the driveway. It was a
warm day so he'd dressed to take advantage of the sun and work on his
tan, wearing only a pair of cutoffs. Several large wet patches darkened
what little material covered his midsection, the water adding enough
weight to the denim to make it sag low on his waist. Already tan, lean,
and sporting a defined muscular body without appearing over-built, Aaron
knew he looked good and didn't mind showing it off.

        "So," persisted Keith, "are you?"

        Aaron turned his head back in Keith's direction, his expression
more angry than before. "Why the fuck are you asking me?"

        "Because..." Keith started. "Because..."

        "Well?"

        "I want to find out if I'm gay," Keith blushed. He looked away,
shuffling his feet nervously, his toes curling against the soles of his
flip-flops, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his shorts. A loose
tank top hung from his shoulders.

        Aaron stared, but asked, "What am I supposed to do, use my
gaydar? What a load of shit."

        Keith's embarrassment continued to increase, but he managed to
speak. "Jason told me you're gay and you're the only guy I know who might
be able to answer some questions. That's all, man. I just wanna know."

        Aaron could sense the confusion and embarrassment Keith felt,
part of him remembered feeling the same way at the same age. He didn't
want to get into a long discussion, but at the same time he couldn't
ignore the boy's plea.

        "Come on, I'm done with the car, let's go inside. This
conversation isn't so good for the front yard."

        "Thanks," Keith said, looking at the ground, but then suddenly
into Aaron's eyes. "Thanks."

        Aaron put away the soap, hose and rags, Keith following close
behind as the two young men went into the house, closing the garage door
behind them.

        "Get comfortable, nobody else is home," Aaron mentioned, grabbing
two Cokes from the refrigerator as they passed through the kitchen and
into the den.

        "I know," Keith remarked, kicking off his flip-flops and falling
onto the end of the sofa. "Parents and Jason are at the soccer
tournament."

        "You had this all planned out?" inquired Aaron.

        "Kind of," said Keith. "I didn't want Jason involved. Its kind of
a secret for now."

        "What do you want to know, besides if you're gay?" Aaron asked.
"And I still don't know how you think I'm going to be able to tell you
that. What brought this on?"

        Keith began to blush again, and hesitated. Aaron sat on the
opposite end of the sofa waiting for more information. He caught himself
checking out Keith's body, using his imagination to fill in the parts he
couldn't see. "Stop it, you queer," he thought to himself, feeling a
little guilty for the sudden images popping into his head, but still
smiling on the inside. He felt his dick begin to expand ever so slightly,
but in the confines of the cutoffs he already felt uncomfortably
constrained.

        Keith finally continued. "I was seeing this girl. We did some
stuff, nothing major. We were just talking about nothing one afternoon at
school and she said I was too cute to be straight."

        "That's it?" Aaron replied sarcastically. He silently agreed with
the girl, however, Keith was very cute.

        "No, she asked me why we hadn't done more together."

        "More? You mean going out? Making out?"

        "She wanted to know why I hadn't fucked her. It didn't happen
right away so she figured I must be gay or something."

        "Did you try to fuck her?" Aaron wanted to know.

        "No," Keith confessed.

        "So that made you think you're even more gay than before," Aaron
added.

        "I don't know if I'm gay. I'm afraid to find out."

        Aaron had loosened up during the conversation, becoming more
aware of an attraction toward Keith. Maybe it was a feeling of power or
experience or understanding that made Aaron more bold, he wasn't sure,
but he became much more interested in the topic of their discussion.

        Aaron took a drink, then returned his gaze toward Keith. "How am
I supposed to help?" he asked. "I still don't know where this is going."

        Keith was getting nervous again as he squirmed on his end of the
sofa, trying to get comfortable. "You have to answer my question first."

        "Which one?" asked Aaron, somewhat perturbed.

        "Are you gay?"

        Aaron mulled over his answer again, still unsure about who to
trust, but considered Keith to be a decent guy. "Yes, I'm gay."

        As soon as he heard himself say it he felt uncomfortably hot all
over. He wanted to get up and walk out of the room, but stayed on the
sofa in an attempt to calm down. He wanted to be out, he reminded
himself.

        "Cool. I mean, that's ok, I got no problems with that," Keith
said. "So, how did you know for sure?"

        "I don't know," Aaron attempted to explain. "I had these feelings
about guys, I couldn't stop thinking about doings things, you know. Sex
stuff."

        "I didn't think about those things until my girlfriend said I was
gay," said Keith. "Now I don't know what to think. I have to know for
sure. I can't deal with this. Fuck."

        "FUCK!" Keith shouted. "Why did she say that?!"

        "Chill, you'll figure it out. And either way won't be as bad as
you think," reassured Aaron.

        "Be honest with me," Keith pleaded, "do I look gay? Am I a fag?"

        Aaron rolled his eyes. "You're not a fag. I've met a few, you
don't fall into that category. As far as looking gay, I don't know what
that means anymore. I thought I used to, until I started meeting other
gay guys. Everyone of them is different."

        The two sat on the sofa several minutes as they finished their
drinks in silence. Aaron again caught himself checking out Keith's body
and the rounded lump in the crotch of his shorts.  He eventually spoke
again.

        "Now answer my question," Aaron demanded. "How am I supposed to
help you figure out how you feel?"

        Keith sat quietly for another minute. He could feel the skin of
his face begin to warm, knowing he was blushing again. "I thought, maybe,
you could...you know, test me" he started.

        "Test you?"

        "Shit," Keith said almost too softly to hear. Summoning all his
nerve, Keith formed the words in his mind before saying them out loud, "I
thought you could fuck me."

        Aaron sat wide eyed, unable to respond. As the request sank in he
began to smile, then laugh softly. "You think getting fucked will prove
something?"

        "Yeah, I do," Keith answered seriously. "If I like it I'm gay, if
I don't like it I'm straight. That's how it works."

        Aaron again felt his dick twinge within his cutoffs, this time
accompanied by a strong surge of blood. No mistaking it, he was getting
hard.

        "You've got some things to learn about being homosexual. Taking
it up the ass isn't the cornerstone of being gay," Aaron tutored. "But if
you think it will help, let's do it. I'll fuck you."

        The reality of the situation was suddenly presented to Keith.
He'd offered his ass to someone just to satisfy his own desire to know
the truth, now he was expected to go through with it.  Nervous, Keith's
dick shrunk to a small nub within his shorts just as Aaron's had taken
another leap towards full length.

        Aaron could sense a wave of panic descend over Keith. "Hey, I'm
not going to rape you, get that out of your head.  If you want to get
fucked, I'd love to do it. But I'm not going to force you."

        "I know," Keith said weakly. "I guess I wasn't ready for you to
say yes."

        "We can stop right now before anything happens, it's up to you."

        Another moment of contemplation took hold of Keith as he looked
around the room, fidgeted in his seat, then closed his eyes and lowered
his head. When his eyes opened fifteen seconds later he looked right into
Aaron's eyes again. "Let's go, I wanna know."

        Rising from the sofa Aaron took a few steps toward the hall.
"Come on, in my room."  Keith nervously jumped from his position on the
sofa and followed Aaron to the back of the house where his bedroom door
was located right across from his brother's. A connecting bathroom joined
the two rooms.

        "Before we get down to business, I'm jumping in the shower.
You're welcome to join me," Aaron suggested.

        "Uh..." Keith stammered, "I'll just wait for you. Is that ok?"

        "Sure. I won't be very long." With that Aaron popped the button
on his cutoffs, unzipped, and pushed them down his legs. Facing Keith, he
now stood naked, his cock stiff and standing almost vertical. He didn't
want to tease or scare Keith, but if the kid was going to run, Aaron
thought, it's better he do it sooner than later.  Keith stared, but
didn't move or say anything.

        Aaron gave a little smile, then turned, walking into the
bathroom. He could feel Keith's eyes follow his ass the entire distance.

        Keith remained in place as he heard the water come on in the
shower, then the splashing as Aaron washed and rinsed.  Random images
invaded his head, scenes of naked men in locker room showers, soaping up,
leisurely letting the water clean their bodies, then one by one getting
hard. Some of the faces in the daydream were other boys he knew from
school, others were strangers. Now they were all talking, asking Keith to
join them, but in his mind he couldn't move. He could only watch from a
distance. Just then reality reared up before him again.

        "Why aren't you naked?" Aaron asked, smiling, as he walked back
into the room. His cock had deflated about half way, but as he engaged
Keith's attention once more it took a quick surge upward.

        "Jesus, Aaron," Keith muttered.

        "What's wrong?" Aaron wondered. "You still ok with this?"

        "Yeah," Keith answered. "I've just never had a guy point his cock
at me before."

        "Relax," said Aaron. "It's part of sex, you know that much. Guys
get hard. A lot. And if I'm going to fuck you I've got to be hard. Now
get undressed."

        Keith began to obey, pulling his shirt off over his head,
dropping it to the floor. Aaron watched excitedly as the shorts came off
next, then, with some reluctance, the boxers underneath.

        Naked, Keith was a fine specimen of male flesh. High school
athletics had done a good job building him up, but his choice of
non-contact sports had kept him from overdoing it. Nice and trim,
slightly thin in build, just the beginnings of a hairy chest, he was very
desirable as far as Aaron was concerned. Only one problem, Aaron thought
to himself, he's not hard.

        "Nice body, Keith. You look great. No wonder that girl wanted to
fuck."

        A bright red blush moved down over Keith's face, neck, and upper
chest, and he smiled nervously. "Thanks."

        With an even wider smile, Aaron added, "I'd love to see you get
hard."

        "Uh...yeah, about that," Keith pondered, "I usually get hard
really quick, all the time at home when I'm naked. I don't know what's
wrong."

        "I'm sure it's just nerves, a lot of new feelings you're going
through all of a sudden," Aaron explained. "I bet I can help."

        "What do you mean?" Keith asked. Aaron answered by closing the
short distance between them, then dropping to his knees. Glancing up at
Keith's stunned expression, Aaron took Keith's cock into his mouth and
began to tease it with his tongue.  The physical response was immediate.

        "Shit!" Keith blurted as his cock jumped and expanded to fill
Aaron's sucking mouth. "Oh, shit!"

        Aaron continued to suck, enjoying the taste of cock, the hard,
wet texture, the smell, and the sounds Keith made as the blow job
progressed. As he moved his mouth up and down Keith's cock Aaron slowly
slid his hands up the back of Keith's legs. The feeling of tense muscle
covered by lightly hairy skin turned Aaron on even more. His sucking
motions sped up as he kneaded Keith's flesh, continually moving his hands
upward toward the young man's butt. As the mounds of Keith's ass found
their way under Aaron's fingers he began to fantasize what the fuck would
be like. Right then Keith gave a particularly loud moan. Afraid he'd gone
too far too fast Aaron pulled his mouth off of Keith's cock and looked up
to his face.

        "Don't stop! I was going to cum, you fucker!" Keith yelled as
Aaron tightly squeezed the base of his cock.

        "Oh, no, you're not," Aaron teased. "Not yet. You can cum while
I'm fucking your ass. That will be the real test. Get on the bed."

        In a sexually induced fog Keith willingly settled onto his back
in the middle of the bed, his wet cock hard against his stomach, a small
amount of semen dripping from the end. He wanted badly to grab his own
cock and jerk off, but instead watched as Aaron reached into a bedside
table drawer and withdrew a small bottle.

        "Hands and knees," Aaron instructed.

        Keith was becoming more aware of the progression of things. "What
for?" he asked.

        "Just do it, it will work better this way the first time," was
Aaron's answer. In all honesty, Aaron didn't care what might work better,
but he always liked fucking doggy style so he headed them in that
direction. As Keith became slightly more nervous again his cock began to
soften, but he followed Aaron's direction, turning over and assuming the
position.

        Wasting no time Aaron flipped open the bottle and drizzled lube
down the crack of Keith's ass. He watched as the thick fluid trickled
along the fine hairs lining the outside of Keith's hole. Aaron's cock was
dripping it's own lube as the precum pumped out in time to the throbbing
pulse of his heartbeat.

        "You've got one fucking fine ass, Keith. Damn," Aaron said as he
let a finger slide along the length of the crack. As he lightly touched
the center Keith jumped.

        "Sorry," Keith apologized, "I didn't know you were going to do
that."

        "I'm about to do a lot more," Aaron said lustily. "I hope you're
ready for it."

        Aaron began a slow circular motion around Keith's asshole,
teasing it with the lube, waiting to see what kind of reaction Keith made
to the manipulation. Aaron noticed Keith had closed his eyes, his head
hanging lower, turning side to side each time a finger crossed his
puckered hole.

        "How's that feel?" Aaron wanted to know.

        "It's ok," said Keith. "Not as bad as I thought."

        "Yeah? How about this?" Aaron pushed his middle finger into
Keith's ass to the second knuckle.

        "AAAHHH!" Keith squealed, but didn't pull away.

        "You like that?" Aaron asked as his assault continued with a slow
in and out motion.

        "I don't...god...I don't know," Keith tried to say. "I've never
felt anything like that before."

        "Does it hurt?"

        "No."

        "Cool," Aaron said smiling, pushing in deeper.

        "OOHHH!"

        "Hurt now?"

        "No," Keith breathlessly answered.

        Adding a little more lube Aaron worked his finger deep into
Keith's ass as he felt the initial resistance fade away. Continuing to
slowly finger fuck the wet hole with long strokes it was apparent things
were going well so Aaron added a second finger, producing another round
of moans from Keith, but no attempt to pull away or stop what was
happening to him. Reaching around for Keith's cock, Aaron found it
totally hard again and dripping it's own supply of lube. Aaron began a
synchronized assault on Keith's ass and cock, but stopped after only a
few seconds when Keith began to tense again and moan louder.

        "Fuck, Aaron," Keith begged, "stop doing that, I need to cum."

        "In a minute," Aaron promised. Reaching for a condom he'd
retrieved earlier with the lube, Aaron tore the package and prepared his
more than ready cock for Keith's ass. Applying one more squeeze of lube
to himself and to Keith, Aaron lined up his cock to Keith's hole.

        As the head of Aaron's cock penetrated him, Keith's head snapped
up as his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Aaron held still until he
sensed Keith had relaxed enough to continue, then pushed again. Slowly,
inch by inch was taken in by Keith's ass, the last inch actually
disappearing as Keith pushed back towards Aaron, impaling himself on the
full measure of Aaron's cock.

        "OH, GOD, AARON!" Keith gasped. "I can feel you inside me so
hard!"

        Aaron felt the tight spasms within Keith's body as it continued
to adjust to the new experience.

        "Feels fucking great," Aaron whispered as he bent lower, rubbing
his chest against Keith's back. The muscular tension was making them
sweat, the slick coating adding to the sensations of their bodies
grinding together.

        Aaron slowly pulled out half way, then began pushing back in.
Keith's ass seemed to grip him the entire length.

        "Fuck," Keith breathed.

        "Yeah?" Aaron asked his partner.

        Instinctively Keith knew what Aaron was asking. "Yeah. Fuck. Fuck
me. Do it. Fuck me."

        Again withdrawing half way, Aaron began a slow deliberate rhythm
in and out, fully enjoying the tremendous pleasure coursing through his
cock and radiating out to the rest of his body. From the sounds he was
making Keith was enjoying it just as much.

        "Ah...oohh...yeah...fuck..." Keith repeated with each series of
strokes.

        As the encounter went on Aaron grew more fevered, going faster
and harder, trying to match Keith's movement below him.

        "Mmmmm...take it...oh, shit...fuck...I'm going to cum!" Aaron
realized too suddenly to delay it. "Damn it!"

        Quickly Aaron reached around once more for Keith's cock and began
to jack it, smearing the accumulation of precum across the head.

        "MAKE ME CUM, YOU FUCKER!" Keith screamed as Aaron buried his
cock as deep as he could into Keith's ass, the first blast of his own
orgasm spewing his load into the condom, adding to the slickness.

        "SHIT, YES!" Aaron heard as he felt a huge wad of jizz jet out
the head of Keith's cock.  "FUCK, YES!"

        Aaron shoved hard again into Keith's ass as it clamped down tight
while Keith had his orgasm.

        "Oh my god," Keith sputtered, as Aaron tried to catch his breath.
"Get off me, I can't hold you up any more."

        Aaron reluctantly obliged, pulling his cock out of the best ass
he'd fucked so far since coming out at college.

        "Keith, that was amazing," he said. "I really mean it, totally
awesome fuck."

        Keith had flopped down onto the bed and rolled onto his back.
Looking up at Aaron, seeing him hot and sweaty, his face flushed, his
cock slimy with lube and cum as he pulled off the condom. Without
speaking, Keith raised himself up and moved off the bed. His legs shaky
underneath him, he staggered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind
him. Aaron was concerned, but didn't interfere. Wiping off some of the
sweat with a dirty t-shirt from the floor, Aaron waited.

        After a few minutes he heard the shower come on. Walking to the
door, Aaron knocked.

        "You ok?"

        His answer was delayed, but Keith answered from the other side of
the door. "Yeah, I'm good."

        Soon hearing the water shut off, Aaron continued to wait, pulling
on an old pair of shorts in preparation for Keith's return. Shortly, the
door opened and Keith emerged, still slightly disheveled, but somewhat
refreshed. He dressed in silence, glancing at Aaron off and on.

        As they walked back up the hallway and into the front room of the
house, Aaron finally spoke.

        "So, are you ok with what happened?"

        "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not sure what to think yet," Keith said.

        "Just because you liked it still doesn't mean you're gay, you
know," Aaron offered in comfort.

        "You think so? Cause I think I really liked it. Too much," Keith
frowned. "I'm not ready to handle that."

        "If I helped, I'm happy. It was great being with you. Thanks."

        Keith looked one last time into Aaron's eyes. "Yeah, thanks, you
too."

        "Hey," Aaron said, spreading his arms. Keith was unsure, but
moved closer so Aaron could hug him. In the embrace Keith felt better,
hugging Aaron in return.

        "Let me know if you want to talk later," said Aaron. "I'll be
here all summer," he added, flashing a smile.

        As he walked down the driveway, Keith turned and shyly smiled
back.

        "Great, there are a few more things I wanna know."

END

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