Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 14:54:46 PST
From: Jason Trower <jtlizard@hotmail.com>
Subject: Strawberry Boy part 2

Welcome back! As promised, here is chapter 2. Hopefully if you are reading
this you have already seen the first episode of The Strawberry boy. If not,
go back and read it, we'll wait. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter of
Aaron and Jay's love as much as I enjoyed writing it. And as always, any
compliments, suggestions, questions, etc. are welcome by emailing me:
jaytrower@hotmail.com. And check back, chapter 3 will be up and ready
sometime within the next 2 weeks. Laters...
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The Strawberry Boy
Chapter 2

By Jason Trower


  I was supposed to be washing pans, but instead I was leaning with my back
to the sink and a hard on in my shorts as I watched Aaron stacking pizza
boxes in the next room. I stood staring at the object of my affection with
love in my heart and on my face. Aaron stared back, our brown eyes looking
into each other, silently sharing thoughts and emotions. Aaron broke our
gaze long enough to pick up the boxes, his reddish brown hair slid away
from his face, the veins and muscles under the smooth satin skin of his
arms became visible as he lifted the stack up to the shelf above him. The
shelf was a little high (or he was a little short) and he stood up on his
toes to reach.

   The boy I had once been casual friends with, who I had secretly admired,
and now loved with all my heart seemed more beautiful to me everyday.
Either that or I was just too damn horny! Both I guess. It had been three
days since the night we made love in his bedroom. Except for the occasional
kiss, hug, or cheap feel we hadnt done anything else. Between work and a
lack of privacy at home we just hadnt gotten the chance. I felt like a drug
addict going through withdrawal. I'd had one taste of his body and love and
I was hooked! My body literally ached from being without him, and by the
way he was acting I assumed he felt the same. I was masturbating three
times a day, and thinking of Aaron every minute. If I was in love with him
before I don't know where I was now, somewhere miles above love.

   As I watched him I dreamt of walking up behind him, wrapping my arms
around his firm stomach, kissing the back of his neck and smelling his
sweet hair. As if he'd telepathically heard my thoughts he looked over at
me with a boyish grin. Just then he lost his balance and the whole shelf of
boxes came tumbling down. Aaron ducked and covered his head as the stacks
fell around him and I broke into loud laughter. As the cardboard avalanche
came to an end he looked into my eyes again and grinned as if nothing had
happened.

   "Sorry bout that," I said as I bent down next to him to help restock the
boxes.

   "You were thinking about hugging me from behind weren't you?" he
whispered.

   "How'd you know?" I asked astonished.

   "Because...that's all you've done to me everytime I've turned my back
the past few days."

   His voice was so sexy when he whispered. The low tone caused a lustful
grain in his voice that showed his adolescence, similar to the steamy
whimpers he made in the midst of sexual pleasure. Man!!! I couldn't be
around this kid at all without thinking about how much I wanted to rip his
clothes off and have wild sex with him!

   I helped Aaron finish the boxes so he could wash dishes with me. It had
become our favorite chore at work, we could run our hands over the others
hand or arm as we leaned over the large sink. It was risky because of the
other employees who would pass by and we had to be careful so the bulges in
our shorts didn't show too much.

   Our shift ended and I had barely pulled my card from the time clock when
Aaron grabbed me by the arm and nearly dragged me out of the store. We ran
the whole way to Aaron's house and went in the back door. Just inside he
turned and pulled my face to his. We kissed madly, deeper than I'd ever
kissed in my life! our lips and tongues were everywhere, our arms wrapped
around our bodies in a tight embrace, we sucked at each others mouths and
shared our breath until I thought I was going to pass out. Our kiss parted
and Aaron held me close resting his head on my shoulder. He whispered in my
ear with a sultry voice so full of emotion and desire that it melted my
heart.

   "Please stay tonight, Jay, please stay with me."

   Before I could even consider a reply Aaron began to nibble at my ear and
I knew instantly which bed I would be sleeping in.

   "Aaron? Is that you?" his mom called as she walked down the hall towards
the kitchen. HOLY SHIT!!! HIS MOM!! We quickly broke our embrace, nearly
pushing each other away and scrambling around the kitchen trying to act
normal but almost shaking from the close call. I truly believed that if
Aaron's mom, or anyone else for that matter, was to catch us our lives
would end in that instant. We would implode or spontaneously combust or
something but we certainly wouldn't go on living.

   "Yeah mom...we....just....got off work," Aaron stuttered. "Jay is gonna
spend the night, is that OK?"
 
   "Sure, but I have to work in the morning so you guys will be on your
own," she said, oblivious to the fact that that's exactly what we wanted.
She stayed in the kitchen offering us food and drinks and trying to make
friendly conversation. I couldn't look her in the eye, as if she would see
me and her teenage son in bed, as if my eyes were little TVs broadcasting
my thoughts. Aaron seemed more relaxed but we were both trying to hide
bulges that my paranoid mind imagined were the sizes of basketballs. I
would think such a brush with sure death would make my dick shrivel into a
raisin but I was still hard! Were we that obvious? Did she suspect
anything? Does she see me sweating? We had to be alone, at least long
enough to exhale. Neither one of us was paying any attention to his moms
babbling and Aaron was becoming very irritated that she wouldn't leave. At
the next pause Aaron grinned at me and I nearly soiled myself. Don't grin
at me, she'll know we have sex!! Then I saw the little light bulb above his
head.

   "Hey Jay, have you played Gran Torismo for Playstation yet?" he asked.

   I knew exactly what he was thinking, and we excused ourselves from the
kitchen. We hurried up the steps, into his room, then closed and locked the
door behind us. I immediately grabbed Aaron and we continued making out.
Our lips stayed locked as we moved from the door over to his queen size bed
and laid down. Aaron began sucking at my neck as I moved my hands under his
baggy t-shirt. Aaron fumbled for the TV remote, turning it on and raising
the volume. The sound of the TV helped drowned out our slurping and the
occasional soft moan. We were desperate for each others bodies but we
didn't dare become too involved with his mom around. I knew we had to slow
down or we might not be able to stop at all.

   "Aaron," I whispered, trying to catch my breath,"we gotta slow down...if
your mom catches us we're dead!"

   He knew I was right and slowed his kisses until we finally stopped and
just laid there holding each other.

   "Let's just get into bed, we can wait until she's asleep to have fun,"
he said smiling. I agreed and we both began undressing. Aaron turned out
the light and the flickering blue glow of the TV lit the room softly. Aaron
looked so beautiful standing there naked, his erection sticking out,
bobbing around as he walked. I wanted to reach out and pull him onto me so
we could have wild passionate sex, but I had to have self control. We
crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over us. Our hands glided over our
bodies and we kissed softly. I loved to feel his young chest and stomach.
He didn't look muscular at all, but just under that silky skin was firm
flesh. He brushed his fingers through my hair and we were both stared into
our eyes in silence. I laid my head on his warm chest feeling safe and
warm. We held each other and turned our eyes to the TV. I have no idea what
we even watched. I thought of nothing but how good it felt to be in love. I
never suspected that my first real love would be a boy. But at that moment,
lying in bed with Aaron, nothing seemed more natural.

   We heard footsteps in the hall way, then his mom's door closing. She was
going to bed and would be asleep soon. Was it really safe to do anything
sexual with his mom just down the hallway? My mind debated the risk but my
face was pressed against Aaron's soft chest, my nose filled with that
natural scent of his and soon I was sucking gently at his pink little
nipple. I heard a sigh escape his soft lips and my hand moved from his
stomach to his short soft pubic hair. I wrapped my fingers around his
swollen penis and just held it. I could feel it throb in my hand with every
beat of his young heart. He held my head against his chest, his hands
running through my moppish brown hair and down my back. I pulled my head up
and kissed his him. Aaron rolled over on top of me and kissed me deeper. It
was so slow, so full of care. I melted and knew I was forever his. I was
now on my back and our hard cocks were pressed tightly together. Aaron
began a slow grind with his hips, our bare chests rubbing one another, his
hands in mine holding me down to the bed. He increased his speed but kept a
steady rhythm. We were both breathing hard now and trying to keep our moans
quiet, but it was so hard...we were trying so hard to become one...one ball
of warm flesh and passion. I put my legs up and wrapped them around Aaron's
lower back, pulling him into me harder. The bed began squeaking quietly as
Aaron again increased his pace matching our breathing. We tried to be
quiet, but the risk of being caught and our hushed whimpers and moans only
aroused us more. We were both approaching a climax fast and I pulled Aaron
with my legs as he thrust harder. Aaron pressed his mouth over mine hard
muffling both our groans as I felt myself erupt. I tightened my legs around
his back hard as I could and he whimpered into my mouth, his hips bucking
wildly from his own explosion of pleasure. A huge slick puddle formed
between our hot sweaty bodies as we emptied what felt like gallons of warm
cum from ourselves. Aaron released his lips from mine and we both tried to
catch our breath. He rolled off of me and we laid there side by side
staring at the ceiling. I felt like his body was still grasping mine, yet I
also felt like I didn't weigh a pound. Eventually we regained enough
strength to slowly lick each other clean and then drifted off to sleep
holding one another.

   The next morning I awoke to find Aaron pressed tightly against me, his
back to my chest, my arm over him, my hard penis pressed against his smooth
round butt. I started kissing the back of his neck and his shoulder and he
soon opened his eyes with a smile.

   "Good morning loverboy," I said smiling.

   "I was really hoping last night wasn't a dream," he said.

   "If it was I hope I was as good in yours as I was in the dream I had"

   We both laughed and cuddled closer. I pushed my face closer to his
reddish hair and inhaled that sweet smell. Could my life be any more
complete? If I never left that room as long as I lived it would be fine by
me, as long as I was with this boy.

   "Aaron," I asked, "how long have you known you like guys?"

   He thought for a second, "A couple years I guess, but I always liked
looking at guys, even when I was little, I just didn't know why back then."

   "Really?" I asked, "me too. I used to get a tingling feeling whenever I
saw a kid without a shirt. Like I wanted to touch them somehow, but I had
no idea why."

   "Well...we sure know why now," he said giggling.

   "I've never been with another guy before, have you?"

   "Never," he said without hesitation. "You're my first, Jay, but I know
you're the best."

   Aaron turned around and we met in a gentle kiss. We began sucking at our
lips and our tongues wrestled inside our mouths. The next thing I knew
Aaron was sucking at my nipples as he stroked my 15 year old cock. What a
way to wake up! Sure beats dragging yourself out of bed and off to school.

   I closed my eyes and let my hands run over his head, neck and shoulders.
He knew just how to match the pace of his sucking and stroking, the two
sensations working together to send electricity to every nerve in me.

   "Oh Aaron," I gasped, "suck me, please suck me."

   Aaron plunged his head over my six inches and positioned himself over my
head. I licked at his head playfully and nibbled at the soft skin. Aaron
was taking long slow strokes on me, stopping occasionally to suck at the
head, then resuming his rhythm. Once I got his meat into my mouth he began
thrusting his hips gently, pushing himself in and out of my mouth. He loved
thrusting his hips like that, pushing his cock in and out. He made such
gentle and sensuous motions. I worked his member with my lips as it slid
between them. Alone in the house we were able to make all the noise we
wanted, and we made plenty! Aaron's moans vibrated my cock and sent
electric shocks up my spine. I intentionally hummed on his to return the
sensation.

   Aaron began to whimper and suck me faster. He was close and the squeaky
moans he made put me over the edge. My cum squirted into his mouth taking
him by surprise and setting off his own orgasm. We writhed against each
other, unable to physically express the sensations overwhelming our bodies.
As our tense muscles began to relaxed Aaron pulled my cock from his mouth
with a slurp. We laid on the bed for nearly half an hour before Aaron
finally spoke.

   "I love you, Jay," he said quietly.

   My heart nearly burst. I'd heard those words from my family and even a
few girls before, but they had never meant so much to me.

   "I love you, Aaron," was the only thing I could say.

   He laid there for a minute as if considering something, then he rolled
over, opened the drawer in his night stand and pulled out a thin leather
necklace with only a small silver ring at the end. I sat up and asked what
it was.

   "I've had this for a long time, ever since my dad died," he said looking
at it, rolling it around in his fingers. "I'm named after him you know, and
I saved it waiting for the day when I met my true love."

   He looked up into my eyes and slid the necklace over my head and around
my neck. I held the ring up and saw the name engraved on the outside:
Aaron. I almost cried. I'd never had anyone give me something so precious
in all my life. Aaron was entrusting me with the symbol of his father's
love, and now it was the symbol of our love.

   
Hope you liked it! Watch for chapter 3 and drop me a line if you
want. Thanks for reading.