Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2000 03:58:09 EDT
From: Jordan West <jordanwest19@hotmail.com>
Subject: I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 1
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 legal age to read such
things, please stop, read no further and go elsewhere, to protect your
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This story is for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY, and in some locations,
over 21 years of age. Check your State, County, and Local laws before
proceeding if you are 18, 19, or 20 years old.
This is a gay sex story. 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 or
anything like that. It portrays 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 involves sex on school
property, which in real life, is illegal in most states, 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 complete privacy on your
own private property.
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I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 1
April 8, 2000
by Jordan West
Aaron drives me crazy. He is one of those really good-looking guys with
tons of friends, and for some reason he let me be one of them. We really
get along. I'm a sophomore and he's a junior, but that doesn't seem to
bother him. I'm gay, but I don't show it. I dream of having sex with other
guys, but except for this one kid and me touching each other at the beach a
year ago, I never did. I don't want Aaron to find out I am gay. I want him
to see me as a masculine boy -- maybe almost a man -- which I am. I want
him to be proud of me as a friend. I want that so bad.
Seeing Aaron almost always makes me hard. "Good-looking" doesn't do it
trying to picture Aaron. He's 5'10" tall, 145 pounds, but muscular in a
sexy way -- really great abs, perfect biceps, and I saw him enough in the
shower to know he's like six inches soft. I swear he's better looking than
any of the guys in the movies or the really cool rock groups. He's got
light brown hair, shiny blue-green eyes and sexy skin that is so perfect.
His chest is like so smooth except for a little bit of hair between his
pecs, which are awesome.
We were at the beach, laying on the blanket, and I was staring into his
chest, daydreaming.
"Come on, I'm hot. Let's get in the water!" Aaron said.
He sounded so sexy, I swear he meant the he was horny instead of hot from
the sun. To me he always looked horny. Maybe I was just dreaming, maybe it
was because I was always horny.
"OK," I yelled.
He took off, and I did my best to catch up to him, but all I got was sand in
my face from his strong feet running toward the water. I didn't mind. I
thought his feet were sexy too. He was so quick. By the time I got to the
edge of the water he was gone. He like disappeared. I waded in up to my
waist, scanning the people trying to spot him. I started to panic.
All of a sudden I felt something under me. It was Aaron. He hid underwater
and now he had his shoulder between my legs, lifting me out of the water. I
screamed. I looked down at him.
With his skin all wet, he looked like a god to me. Of course, I was hard.
Then he shot up out of the water with me still on his shoulder, and he threw
me like five feet. I landed with a huge splash and came up laughing. God,
it was great.
"Ha ha, I'll get you now!" Aaron said, with the devil in his face. I had
landed a little wrong, and my shoulder hurt, now.
"Ow! My shoulder," I yelled, as I looked down at it and started to rub it.
Suddenly, Aaron's face lost the devil and he looked like a scared puppy dog.
"Scott! Dude! Are you hurt?" He came dashing over to me, plowing the
water with his strong legs. He came up behind me and put his arms in front
of me, and poked his face around into mine. "Scott! Oh no, did I hurt you
man?"
The concern in his eyes, the look on his face -- I almost fainted. I could
feel my heart pounding, I think more from him touching me than from what
just happened.
"I -- I don't think so not really. No Aaron, you didn't hurt me, it
just..." He had me so excited, I couldn't finish.
By then, he leaned over me a little and the heat of his chest was flat
against my back. I felt my back was like on fire and it never felt better.
With his one hand he had pulled me to him and the other was rubbing my
shoulder. I never saw him like this. Didn't realize he had such a caring
side to him. My little hardon jumped a million times, and I was glad that
the water was covering it up.
"You OK, Scotty?" Aaron sounded soooo worried, my heart jumped.
I was in heaven with my body on his, and my shoulder felt ok. I would of
made a joke of it, but I could tell he was really worried about me, and I
didn't want to make like I didn't appreciate his concern for me.
"That feels good thanks, Aaron, I think it just scared me the way I landed."
"You sure?"
He kept rubbing my shoulder like he wasn't going to let me go. I must have
smiled because this was feeling so good.
"Yeah. I'm OK."
I fell back into him, trying to make the most of this. I wanted to say,
'Don't stop, Aaron,' but I didn't.
His grip tightened. It was almost a hug. I wanted to reach my hands back
and grab his legs, touch him, anywhere, everywhere, but I couldn't.
I don't know if you could call it love, but I felt a kind of love from
Aaron for a sec. Like protected or something. The way his hand went down
my chest, the way I was so hard -- I wished he would just slide his hand
down and grab my dick. Yeah right!
The whole thing made my dick twitch really bad, though, and there was no way
I was getting out of the water with this boner.
Aaron's grip loosened and I turned around and smiled at him. He smiled back
with his big flashy teeth and I knew he wasn't worried anymore. So I
splashed him.
"Water fight! Water fight!" I yelled.
"Oh yeah, I'll show you water fight. You wait!" He shouted, like now this
was really fun.
I could feel my adrenaline go like I was being chased and I ran like hell,
best I could in the water.
BOOM! All of a sudden, he was in front of me and tackled me as I slammed
into his solidness. If it was really football, it would have been holding,
but I didn't care, as long as he was touching me.
He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. Then he stuck his knee out
between my legs, his leg went up slow into my crotch and his knee pushed my
dick up against my abs. The whole effect was that our bodies got closer.
And I got harder.
He pressed hard, and pulled my arms up behind me. I thought I would cum.
"Come on, GIVE, fucker!"
"No way! No way!" I was close to giving up but I didn't want to show it.
Then he pulled my arms up more. It started to hurt. I pushed my arms back
against him the best I could.
"Strong fucker, aren't ya? How about if I do THIS?"
Then he pulled my arms up really hard and they hurt, and I swear I think he
pushed his leg tighter against my dick. He HAD to feel I was hard, but I
couldn't know for sure. He's so physical, I figured he's probably
concentrating on everything else. All I knew was, I was DYING to cum.
"OK!! OK!! I give!!"
The smile on Aaron's face was worth me giving in.
"I'm just too strong for ya, huh boy?"
"You're just awesome, Aaron." I could barely say it, I was so out of
breath. I really looked up to him and I think it showed in my smile.
Then Aaron had this grin on his face, it was like he was so proud. He was
breathing a little hard too. I just stared. I could look at that grin
forever, like he glowed or something. My mind went racing off, thinking he
was like at a body show, naked, showing off his build, flexing his chest,
and getting a hardon for the audience.
'Too bad that's just a dream,' I thought. I guess I thought of him as more
of a sexual animal than he really was, but I wasn't sure about that.
"Come on, Scott, lets swim!"
Well, we were already in the water, why not? He still had that grin. I
still had this awesome hardon. I smiled back.
"OK. Let's go!" I shouted back.
I was a good swimmer so I kept up with him OK, but barely, he was so strong
and fast. I was glad to be able to work off my hardon and relax a little,
but it really didn't go down. I was almost sore in my gut from being hard
for so long, and horny as hell. As we swam, I could feel my body pushing
against my dick with every stroke, and I wondered if Aaron had any clue the
effect he had on me.
As much as I wanted to give him a clue, I was more afraid of pissing him off
and maybe losing him as a friend. So my little five inch penis would have
to wait until I got home and threw some lube on it and stroked myself to a
good cum, thinking about touching Aaron's awesome cock.
At school, Aaron isn't like the other guys in the shower, hiding themselves
and stuff, he stands there looking right at you, washing himself with his
dick swinging around, looking so thick like he's going to get a hardon any
sec.
He always helped the gym teacher put the stuff away after phys-ed class, so
he was late all the time for his shower, so I would be real slow getting
undressed so I could be in the shower almost by myself when he would step
in.
Aaron ran track, so he had that look to his body that was like to die for.
A swimmer's build, I guess. And he had this tan so his body was like a
golden color, but he was so white where his shorts covered him. I thought
that was sexy. I love tan lines anyway.
I loved it that he showered pretty close to me and started talking right
away. He was a good talker. And I would always get hard. First time, I
was embarrassed getting hard with Aaron there, but he just kept on talking
like he didn't notice. He didn't stare but he looked. I loved waiting
every day to see how long it would take before he looked, and he always did.
I tried not to stare at Aaron in the shower, but sometimes I did, but he was
busy talking away and either he didn't notice or didn't care. One time he
got hard too and he blushed a little, but we never said anything to each
other. I think I jacked off three times that night thinking of Aaron's
gorgeous hardon. His dick was so beautiful. I don't know how big it was but
it looked huge to me. It was so big and straight and hard and perfect
looking. At least it was hard THAT day.
Aaron worked out a lot, and I knew he was working on his abs, so he was
washing away in the shower, and I said his abs looked really cool. He
looked up and smiled and looked down at his soapy abs, then back at me. I
could tell he was proud of them.
"Yeah, they are doing pretty good, they're getting hard. You wanna feel 'em
Scott?"
I almost died. I think I precummed.
"Sure," I said. I swallowed hard.
Now I had this problem. It's one thing for me to have a hardon 10 feet away
from him, but now I had to walk and feel it bounce, and feel his eyes on me
as I went over to him. I blushed so bad. But I was there in a sec and
couldn't wait to touch him. I was so hard, and the bouncing made it worse.
My dick hurt.
"Go ahead, feel them."
My dick jumped a mile when he said that, and I knew I was precumming, so I
was really glad I was dripping wet. I started touching his abs. Oh God,
touching his body was so cool, like I was in a dream, but I don't think I
felt anything except my dick ready to bust.
"Rub 'em HARD, man! Use your FIST," he insisted.
I didn't need much encouragement.
"OK," I said, shaking. I didn't dare look around to see if anyone was
watching us, but I wanted to. Usually the locker room was deserted by this
time, anyway.
I could feel the heat from Aaron's body, and that made me more horny. My
dick was like right in line with his abs, so I knew he could see it. Then I
got carried away rubbing my knuckles into his awesome abs. They WERE hard.
Then, I don't know if I leaned or he leaned, but my hardon ended up pressed
against his leg. 'Oh God, please don't let me cum,' I thought. I about
froze, but I looked up at him admiringly. I was so thrilled. I must of
looked like a little kid seeing his first birthday cake, but I was so
nervous.
I backed away real slow like not to make a big deal about it. I tried to be
cool, but the sensation of the hard tip of my dick sliding off his leg sent
shocks through me and it throbbed like crazy. My legs felt like they
weighed a thousand pounds and I could barely walk back to my shower. I
glanced back at him for a sec.
"Hot, huh?" Aaron said with a huge smile. It was amazing -- I was so
complimented that he was like looking at me for approval!
I got so red from blushing, knowing where my dick just was. I know it
jumped. I didn't know if he was asking me if I thought he was hot, or if I
was hot myself, or that his abs were hot, I was so dazed by him.
"Yeah, Aaron they are so awesome!" I smiled when I said it, but it was a
nervous smile I could tell. I hoped I'd answered the right question.
I was looking at him but thinking of my dick the whole time. I was harder
than I ever was in my whole life. Then he looked at my dick for a sec, and
I made out like I didn't see him looking, like I always do. I would die if I
embarrassed him. I blushed a little and started washing again.
"You sure are a horny dude," Aaron said, like he sorta thought it was cool,
but like he didn't really understand. But less than two years ago he was 16
too, so he had to know a little of what I was going through. I knew he said
it because he'd seen my dick hard and dancing around, but I hated to admit
it -- I wanted to pretend he didn't see.
I thought to myself, 'Oh God, he's so straight, I'm gonna DIE.' I could
feel the blush start up my face, real strong, and I turned away just as my
dick started to jump like crazy. I didn't want him to see that. With my
back to him, I couldn't help taking my soapy hand
and squeezing my dick a little, hoping I could relieve some of the pressure
there, but that didn't do much.
"YOUR abs don't look too bad either, little dude," Aaron said with a smile
in his voice. He had an awesome smile too.
'Oh my God,' I thought. 'MY abs?'
I looked down at myself. I was still turned away from him, but his comment
went right to my hardon. I didn't work out much, but I felt so good that
he said that, I thought I would bust. I stroked my dick a little, I
couldn't help it. It felt so good I think I stroked it like ten times real
slow, my eyes closed, dreaming about Aaron. That was my problem -- my mind
went into dream mode too easily.
Then it hit me. He could probably tell, even from the back, by looking at
my arm, what I just did. How could I be so stupid?
'Oh God! What did I DO?' I thought. 'Now he'll know I'm gay and kick my
butt.' But, somehow I knew Aaron couldn't do anything like that, not to me.
He always called me little dude. I kinda liked it. I figured he could call
me anything as long as he kept letting me come around and watch him work on
his car and go to the beach with him. And shower with him. I was damn lucky
for that.
I WAS little -- 5'7" and about 125 pounds, plain-looking straight brown
hair, green eyes, but already I had too much body hair. A lot more than I
wanted. I wasn't exactly spectacular, but not bad for 16. I thought I was
halfway cute.
I guess if you looked at our chests, I looked older than him, but that was
the only place you could say that, and only because his chest was so smooth
looking. Aaron repeated a year somewhere along the line, so he was almost
18. I was starting to relax and catch my breath.
"Hey, turn around. I wanna see those abs!" He sounded almost angry, but
not really.
"Sure," I said, DYING, knowing what else he would see when I turned around.
I was so excited he wanted to look at me. Little me!
I turned slow, hoping my dick wouldn't jump.
"Awesome, little dude! Can I feel 'em?" He said it wide-eyed, like a
little kid.
My whole body did like a pulse. I got dizzy almost. He wanted to feel ME!
FEEL! My hand went to my dick without thinking and just as quick I pulled
it away.
'Oh, God! I blew it now, he'll think I'm trying to jack off!' I thought.
"Well, can I?"
I was so flustered, I forgot he was waiting for me to answer him. I
blushed, feeling bad that I had almost lost it. I didn't know WHAT to
think, and I was going nuts.
"Yeah. Sure, Aaron." I smiled -- another nervous smile, but more
convincing, I hoped. I was dying inside -- naked, hard, and embarrassed
before this gorgeous, hunky, god of a kid -- man, really -- who liked me and
called me 'little dude!'
'Oh AARON!' I screamed inside my head. I was trembling -- I don't know if
he noticed that, and it didn't matter now.
He walked up to me slower than I thought he would. That made me more
nervous. His long dick looked longer and thicker than usual, I thought.
This time I stared at it. I think I drooled, maybe. I was blowing it for
sure, and my dick pulsed like three times, almost touching my abs. Somehow
I didn't care at that second what my dick did.
Aaron reached out his right hand when he got closer and slid it around on my
abs. There was no way I could hide what my dick was doing, and it wasn't
standing still! I blushed like hell, but I felt braver now -- proud of
myself.
"Awesome dude!" Aaron said, with a weird look in his eyes.
I swear he looked right through my head to the other side. He smiled, a
slow, funny smile. He got really close, like almost in my face.
'Oh God, he sees my condition and he's gonna get mad,' I thought. I was on
total overload and I was going crazy. He did look almost angry. 'Please,
don't hurt me,' I thought.
He was so close, his dick touched my nuts. The tip of it bobbed against
them a few times, and they were so tight. I was stunned. He got closer.
His soapy body was so sexy I could hardly breathe. My dick touched him as
he moved in. His left hand went behind me and wrapped around my ass. He
pulled me right to him, tight. I was sure my heart would explode, this made
me so horny, and I kept staring into his eyes like he had me hypnotized or
something.
"Yeah, dude. Awesome!" He sounded far away.
I couldn't stand it any longer. Everything inside my head just let go. I
wrapped my arms around him and hugged. I didn't think about it, it just
happened. I don't even know where my hands were, just that they were on
Aaron, touching him. I felt like electricity going through my whole body.
My dick was going nuts, and he HAD to feel it poking and pulsing into him.
We stood there like forever, and that was just fine with me. More than
fine, it was heaven. I felt like my knees were going to buckle any sec.
It was like Aaron knew my legs were getting weak, and he held me tighter. I
felt his dick get hard, up between my legs, pushing on my nuts. 'Oh, God.
Just let me come one more time before I die,' I thought.
"I been waiting for this, Scotty." He was looking down at me when he said
it. "Hot dude."
His words hit my ears like a slap. I couldn't believe what was happening.
I swear I was going to pass out, I got so light-headed.
"Oh God!" I said, shaking all over, as I slid down his hard, soapy body to
my knees.
My mouth found his huge, tight penis right away. I had done this a million
times in my dreams, jacking off pretending to feel his hot dick in my mouth.
I think Aaron was as hard as I was. I got the tip in and sucked on it.
"Not here, little dude."
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Postscript: To be continued? Jordan West is a male, 19 year-old student,
studying creative writing. If even one favorable comment is received, more
will be written. Write to: jordanwest19@hotmail.com
This story is not copyrighted, but I ask that my name and e-mail address
appear in all copies.
More parts of the story are planned for the future. This is PART 1, and is
plain vanilla in all respects of sexual content.
If a favorable comment is received from reader(s), FUTURE parts of this
story may be written which will very likely contain:
1. light bondage
2. very light s&m, more of the play than the 'heavy' variety
3. incest (2 brothers, both under 18), but incidental, not a main part
of the story
4. possibly an adult or two, over 18 up to maybe 28, interacting with
the younger participants, but NOT CROSS-GENERATIONAL
5. consensual, innocent, light authoritarianism,
(more play-like than frightening)