Aaron opened his eyes and stared confusingly at the ceiling. ‘That’s not my ceiling,’ he thought. Then he noticed the soft breathing next to him. Shit, I fell asleep. What the hell had happened? What am I going to do? He tried to shake off the grogginess. Aaron’s thoughts became a little clearer, and he remembered the encounter of the night before.
He had decided to forego the new Italian place he had heard about from his friend Justin. He knew the waiters were hot based on Justin’s description, and he knew he would have a nice dinner and more than likely a good screw, but he just wasn’t feeling like fucking tonight. Things just seemed a little off after hooking up with that new client. He figured he was catching a bug, and things would be better in a day or so.
Aaron decided to make himself a burger. He liked really thin patties, but he liked to stack two or three with some cheese between them. He was off to the market to pick up what he needed. He was examining the packages of hamburger at the meat counter when he glanced over at the man pulling a package of sausage from the shelf. The man was looking at him rather than at the package of meat. He smiled when he saw Aaron looking at him. Aaron smiled back and continued to look at him. The man with a package of sausage in his hand stood just under six feet tall. Even from that distance, Aaron could see his blue eyes; he had an athletic build and a clean-shaven face. He was the epitome of attractiveness, but Aaron wasn’t sure why. Plus, Aaron felt drawn to him. The man looked down briefly and then back up at Aaron.
The man was hooked. Aaron had done this enough times to know that the man was his if he wanted him. And he wanted him. Aaron lifted an eyebrow; it was a siren’s call. The man in the nondescript tee and slightly oversized jeans walked over. “Hey.” His voice was low and manly.
“Good choice, there.” Aaron glanced toward the package of meat, then at the man’s package, and then straight into the man’s eyes. “Name’s Aaron.”
“Mine’s Paul.”
“Why don’t you buy your stuff, and we can head over to your place.” Straight to the point.
Paul nodded and headed toward the checkout counter. Aaron followed right beside him. He glanced back at Paul’s ass; it was probably a nice one, but the loose-fitting jeans made it impossible to tell.
“Is that what you’re having for dinner?”
Paul looked directly at Aaron. “You mean sausage?” He paused and looked down at Aaron’s package. “That’s what I’m starting with.” Then Paul quickly raised and lowered his eyebrows.
Aaron’s dick jumped. Fuck me, this dude’s hot.
Paul made his purchase, and the two men left the store together. As they walked, Paul put his free hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “You know, when I first saw you walk into the store, I was hoping we’d be walking out together.”
“You saw me walk into the store?”
“Yeah. I was next to the cereal. I was trying to decide between Rice Chex and Corn Chex.”
Paul chuckled slightly.
“You don’t have any cereal in that bag.”
“I got distracted by something more important.”
Aaron shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t spot you. So you followed me to the meat counter.”
“Actually, I stood next to you while you were checking the dates on the bread. And when you looked at the frozen pizzas, I stood across from you.”
Aaron was stunned that he had not noticed Paul immediately. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t give up.”
Paul moved his hand down to Aaron’s butt and gave it a quick squeeze. “Me, too.” Paul decided not to tell Aaron that he had seen him a few days earlier. There had been a minor auto accident down the street, and Aaron was giving a statement as a witness. Although it was considered unprofessional, Paul got Aaron’s name and address from a fellow officer, and since they both lived in the same neighborhood, Paul started to keep an eye out for Aaron, but he wanted them to meet when he was out of uniform.
Paul’s hand brushed against Aaron’s, and Paul aligned their fingers. Aaron clasped his hand closed. Paul glanced over and smiled at him. Aaron realized he was holding hands with the man he had just met. Paul stopped at the foot of a staircase then pulled Aaron up the stairs and handed him the bag with the sausage inside. Reaching inside his pocket for the keys, Paul looked again into Aaron’s eyes.
A loud click from the deadbolt and Paul opened the door; it bounced a little off the doorstop. Paul walked down the hall and disappeared into the doorway to the kitchen. Aaron locked the door behind him and walked to the kitchen. He saw Paul put the sausages in the sink. “Let’s be bad tonight.” Paul looked at Aaron and smiled. “Let’s have sausages with some Macaroni and Cheese.” He pulled a blue box out of a cabinet.
Aaron laughed and moved closer to Paul who was pulling a pan from the stove and filling it with water. Aaron wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter man. Aaron’s lips brushed against the nape of Paul’s neck causing him to breathe deeply and tilt his head to the side. With the added exposure, Aaron began to nibble on his neck and make small circles with his tongue; Paul turned and kissed Aaron. Paul’s hardness pressed into Aaron’s leg.
Aaron cupped his partner’s ass with both hands and pulled the two men more tightly together. Aaron struggled to breathe. His mouth was covered by Paul’s, and his nose was pressed into Paul’s cheek. Their tongues fought a duel as their arms tried desperately to pull them into the same physical space.
Aaron pulled his head back and gasped for air. “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that.” He moved his right hand up and ran it through Paul’s hair. It was so soft, so sensual; it was as though his fingers were sexually stimulated. He gripped the hair, but very gently.
Often he would control a partner by grabbing a fistful of his hair, but that’s not what he wanted now. He wanted this moment to last.
“Your lips are so soft and full,” Paul told him. “I love holding them between my teeth.”
Aaron kissed him again and then pulled back. Their heads were tilted forward and their foreheads were touching.
“Let me get this stuff cooking. Some food will give us more energy for what’s to come.”
“What can I do to help,” asked Aaron.
“Why not get us something to drink? There’s wine, beer, soda pop. You can even make lemonade if you want.”
Aaron stumbled over how to answer. “I don’t really drink alcohol, so.”
“We don’t have to, but there’s a bottle of red wine in there that goes really well with this meat. Why don’t we start with some water, and you can sip the red when we start to eat. Then you can decide.” Paul gave Aaron a quick smile that put him at ease.
Paul looked into the refrigerator and saw bottles of chilled water as well as the bottle of wine. “Should I open the wine now? In movies, they open it and let it breathe.”
“That’s a great idea.” Paul had the noodles cooking on the stove and was grilling the sausages in a countertop grill that drained the extra grease.
Aaron sat down at the little table and watched him.
“Do you mind if we use paper plates, so there’s not as much to clean up?”
“No, that’s fine.”
Paul handed him the plates, directed him to the silverware drawer, and turned the sausage. The noodles finished, and he added some butter, milk, and powdered cheese. “Could you stir the mac and cheese while I get the sausages ready?”
“I’d love to.” Aaron started stirring and his thoughts ran back to his childhood. He loved this brand of mac and cheese. “You know, I’ve had many other recipes of mac and cheese, but this one is always my favorite. I know it’s got powdered cheese, but the size of the noodles is perfect.”
“Shall we be pigs and each eat half? I know that’s more than one serving, but sometimes I eat a whole box by myself.”
Aaron split the mac and cheese between two plates. Paul had cut the sausage into small slices and put them on top. Next, he got out two wine glasses and poured a little into Aaron’s.
“Let me know what you think. Have a small bite of the sausage and then a sip of the wine.”
Aaron did as instructed. The flavors did seem to go well together. “Ok. I do like it.”
“I know people say that beer goes best with sausage or even some hard cider, but I had these two when I was out of beer, and I fell in love with it.” Paul filled their glasses and toasted to their health.
“So you’re not much of a drinker?”
“That’s right. I never drank much in college, and most drinks just don’t taste good to me.”
“I think,” said Paul, “that drinks need to go with food. You get the right combination, and they enhance each other.”
“Well, you certainly have a great match here.”
Paul looked up at him and smiled. “Maybe next time we can get some real apple cider and decide which is better.”
Aaron took another bite. For them to do this again, we won’t be able to have sex. But I really want to be with him tonight. In fact, I think I’m hornier tonight than I’ve ever been. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want him.
“Hey, are you still here? I think you wandered off.”
Aaron laughed. “Actually, I was thinking about you; how attractive I find you.”
“I’m an ordinary guy.”
“You are definitely not ordinary.” Aaron took his last bite.
Paul stood up and put the plates next to the sink. Aaron followed him, and when Paul turned around, Aaron brushed their lips together.
“The dishes can wait,” said Paul, and he kissed Aaron again, just a little longer this time.
“Let’s go to the living room. Don’t forget your wine.”
Aaron refilled the glasses and handed Paul’s to him. “You lead the way.”
Paul interlaced the fingers of his free hand with Aaron’s and took him into the hall. They kissed again and went into the living room. Paul released Aaron’s hand and plugged in the tree. Its multicolored lights blinked randomly and filled the room with a beautiful glow. Paul nuzzled his nose against Aaron’s ear. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Aaron looked into Paul’s eyes. The reflection of the blinking multi-colored lights made him even more attractive. He ran his fingers on the side of Paul’s head. “This moment is perfect.” He kissed him gently.
Paul pulled Aaron down on the couch, and they kissed more fervently. Paul’s free hand moved from Aaron’s chest to his thigh. Aaron’s hand concentrated on Paul’s thigh and outer buttock.
“Do something for me,” said Paul. “Lie down on the floor with your head under the tree.”
Aaron complied.
“Yeah, your head right here, so you’re looking up through the branches.”
Aaron adjusted his position and watched the colored light of the tree with his head on the tree skirt. Paul snuggled up with his shoulder against Aaron’s armpit. He kissed Aaron’s chest through his shirt.
“It’s beautiful.” Aaron kissed the top of Paul’s head.
“I love looking up through the branches. Sometimes I just look up and try to breathe really slowly. I find it relaxing. My mind wanders.”
Aaron pulled Paul closer.
“It’s nice to share it with someone,” added Paul as he reached under Aaron’s t-shirt and rubbed his hands over Aaron’s abs. Aaron kissed Paul’s forehead. The two of them continued to watch the lights in silence. After several minutes, Paul moved his arm up and began to play with Aaron’s nipple.
“I should take my shirt off.”
“No. Not yet.” Paul moved between Aaron’s legs and unbuttoned the jeans. He bent forward and gently manipulated Aaron’s cock with his tongue. Aaron could feel a strange friction as his underwear moved over his dick. Paul reached up and pulled the elastic band of the underwear down and under Aaron’s balls. The band put pressure under the scrotum and pushed his cock and balls forward.
“I can-”
“Hush. Lie still. I’m doing all the work here.”
Aaron laid his head back on the tree skirt and gazed up at the lights. Paul’s tongue moved up and down his shaft, then his mouth would cover the end of his dick. Aaron could feel the tongue moving over the head. The pleasure was intense. Paul’s lips clamped down on the head of his penis, and it felt as though he were trying to suck the cum right out his balls. With no release of pressure, Paul slid the entire cock into his mouth. Aaron felt his dick hit the back of Paul’s throat, but Paul didn’t gag. He held the entire dick in his mouth and ran his tongue down the shaft.
The lights of the tree seemed to sparkle more intently. Then they doubled. Aaron had felt nothing like this before. The man between his knees knew what he was doing. Suddenly, the lips that encircled his cock moved up and down the shaft. Aaron began to breathe more deeply; he could tell he was getting close. Paul released Aaron’s cock and moved up to kiss him.
“Let’s go into the bedroom.” Paul took Aaron by the hand back into the hall and into the room opposite the kitchen. A simple pine headboard adorned the full-sized bed. Two empty pine nightstands on each side of the bed were the only other furniture in the room. The two men separated, and Paul pulled off his shirt and tossed it into a corner. Aaron pulled his keys and two magnum condoms from his pockets and placed them on the nightstand closest to him. He reached into his back pocket and pulled a tiny foil pack of lubricant and tossed it on top of the condoms.
“I’ve got a bottle of silicone lube.” Paul reached into the top drawer of the same cabinet and pulled it out. And I’ve got the same condoms. He placed the bottle of lube and a gold foil packet next to the keys and turned to face the man who was at that moment removing his shirt.
Paul placed his hand on the hairy chest and moved closer, burying his face between the muscular pecs. His hand moved down, and he rubbed his hand over Aaron’s bulging manhood.
Aaron pushed him back on the bed, leaned over him, and pushed his tongue into Paul’s mouth. Paul responded by forcing his tongue forward, and it squeaked as it ran across the polished teeth of his partner.
Moving his face down and biting gently on Paul’s nipples, Aaron unbuttoned Paul’s pants and pulled both the pants and Paul’s underwear under his buttocks. The top of Paul’s stiff shaft was completely exposed, and Aaron ran his tongue from the balls to the tip. A breathless “More” spilled from Paul’s lips.
Aaron’s body seemed to increase in size. “More?” he asked in a tone that seemed larger than life and wasn’t really a question. Aaron stood up and kicked off his shoes. In one fluid motion, he pulled off his jeans and underwear. He pushed his face against Paul’s and kissed him hard. “I’ll give you more.” The tone of his voice told Paul that Aaron had taken charge Paul felt a little excited by this change in attitude. Aaron was unrolling the condom over his hard cock while his other hand readied the lubricant tube. With lubricant filling the palm of his hand, Aaron ran his hand over his cock. He bent forward again to kiss Paul. At the same time, Aaron’s tongue filled Paul’s mouth, Aaron’s lubed fingers entered Paul’s ass.
A stifled gasp emanated from Paul as fingers probed deeper within him. “I want you,” growled Aaron. Paul knew that he could say no. He knew that the roughness in Aaron’s voice that excited him could be instantly extinguished. But he knew that he could trust his partner. He knew this because he stared into the caring eyes of a man who wanted to be in charge but who would never hurt him. He could feel used at the moment but never be used.
Paul reached down and grabbed Aaron’s cock. “I want you, too.” Paul pivoted his hips and pulled the head inside himself. Aaron pushed at the same time, and as his penis entered Paul, both men gasped with pleasure.
With each thrust, Paul felt the pressure massaging his prostate. He had never had a lover who gave him that intensity of pleasure. Aaron’s dick was a perfect size for his manhole. He bent his head forward and met Aaron’s lips with his. Aaron could not believe the perfect tightness of the ass that surrounded his dick. He’s squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Paul’s ass held onto Aaron’s cock as he pulled almost all the way out and then released slightly so that Aaron could slide in with the exact pressure that drove him to want to cum with each stroke.
“Don’t stop. Not yet.” Paul could feel the charge well up inside him. He tried to stop it or at least delay it. “I can’t stop it. I’m close. Fuck me harder.”
Aaron increased the frequency of the thrusts, but he knew he was close to the edge, too. “I’m close too, baby. I’m really close.”
Suddenly, Paul’s ass gripped down on Aaron, and a warm stream of cum drenched Paul’s abdomen. A second later, Aaron pushed forward and filled the condom with his cum. Aaron’s arms began to quiver; he lowered himself onto Paul. Paul wrapped his arms around Aaron. Their erratic breathing slowed; Aaron nuzzled Paul’s ear, but neither man spoke. As their heartbeats gained a normal rhythm, Aaron rolled onto his back. Paul fit perfectly in the crux of his arm.
“I think we should rinse off and have some sausage.” Paul pulled Aaron up and led him into the bathroom.
“You’re going to cook some more sausage?”
“No. I’m going to let you stand in the hot stream of water while I nibble some more on yours.”
Aaron leaned forward and kissed Paul; Paul continued to adjust the water temperature. “It’s just right.” Paul stepped in and pulled Aaron with him. The hot water cascaded down Aaron’s back as Paul showered him with kisses. Paul eased down and began lathering Aaron’s dick with face wash.
“What are you doing? When I soap up my balls and cock, it never feels that good.”
“It’s so much better with this coconut oil face shampoo. I found out once when I ran out of my favorite body wash. Now close your eyes.” Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Aaron’s dick remained semi-rigid through the process, but when Paul began to kiss the head, it quickly became harder. Paul lathered Aaron’s ass as well, then he gave his own ass a cleaning. He stood up again, grabbed the showerhead, and adjusted the stream intensity. After rinsing both of their bodies, he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a big fluffy towel, and blotted Aaron’s back.
In return, Aaron used the same technique to dry his shower partner.
Both men were aroused by the sensual touch of the towel. Their cocks continued to maintain their rigidity. Paul kissed Aaron on the cheek. “I want to feel you in me again. I want to sit on your cock.”
This time Aaron led Paul into the bedroom. He grabbed the second condom and silicone lube. He handed the lube to Paul and unrolled the condom. His dick seemed to get harder and thicker in anticipation.
Aaron laid back, and Paul positioned himself. Gently holding Aaron’s cock in place, Paul lowered himself onto the engorged pole. He fought past the resistance of his body and soon the dick was all the way inside. Paul leaned forward and kissed Aaron.
Flexing his hips, Paul found he could control the speed and depth of each plunge.
Aaron bit his lower lip as he pivoted his pelvis to meet each downward slide. Paul began to flex more rapidly; he put his hands on Aaron’s hairy chest and arched his back slightly.
The modification of the angle changed the pressure points on Aaron’s penis. He shuddered. “Oh fuck yes.” His breathing became rapid and shallow; he wanted to thrust faster, but Paul remained in control.
Aaron grabbed Paul and turned him so he was lying prone on the bed. Aaron positioned himself on Paul and inserted himself inside Paul’s ass. Aaron began to hump rapidly.
“Yes, baby,” gasped Paul. “Take me. Fuck me. I’m yours.”
A primordial grunt accompanied Aaron’s ejaculation. He thrust twice more and stopped moving.
“Stay inside me. Hold me like this. Don’t move.”
Aaron could feel his cock throbbing inside his partner. It remained hard. His breathing slowed. He could sense Paul’s breathing but couldn’t hear it. With his chest against Paul’s back and his dick inside, Aaron sensed his partner in a way he had never experienced.
The urge to leave reared its head, but things felt good this way. “I’ll leave in a little while,”
Aaron told himself. He moved his hand to Paul’s shoulder. There was a calming stillness in the room; he relaxed and slowly fell asleep.
Aaron looked over at the man next to him. Paul was still prone with this head turned to the side. Aaron slowly moved his hand down to his crotch. The used condom was on his thigh.
Dried cum covered the head and shaft of his penis. He grabbed the condom and slowly slid out of the bed. Paul did not stir.
Aaron went into the bathroom and cleaned off his cock. He tossed the used condom in the trash can and quietly went back into the bedroom. He slowly dressed. He kept looking over at Paul. That was one great fuck, he thought, and then felt an ache. It felt like more than a fuck. It was more than a fuck. He studied Paul’s face. That face is going to stick with me for a while. I should tell him I’m leaving. But what if he asks me to stay? He probably wants to make us breakfast. Aaron hesitated.
Then grabbed his keys, the unused condom, and the lube packet. Who knows, I still need to buy some eggs. I might need them later. Then he thought, if I stayed, I will need them for later.
That would make it three times. He shook the thought from his head. I’d only give him trouble. Aaron stealthily made his way out of the apartment. He made sure to push the lock button on the knob. It wasn’t as secure as the deadbolt. Maybe I should stay so he can lock the door for pity’s sake, Aaron,” he thought. “What the fuck’s the matter with you?” He closed the door gently behind him. The sun had not yet made itself known as Aaron walked back to the market.
The market was almost empty. As he made his way to the dairy department, Aaron noticed a few older women scattered throughout the store. He knew he was unlikely to find a hot hookup like Paul two days in a row. “You don’t call a fuck session like that a hookup,” he told himself. “Hell, you shouldn’t even call it a fuck session. It was a, uh, well, whatever you call it, it was amazing.”
Aaron looked down the empty aisle. “Fuck,” he said aloud. “Shit, I need to be more careful,” he told himself. “And I need to stop thinking about it. Get something to eat, push it out of your mind.”
He walked to the back of the store. The empty dairy aisle told him to grab a carton of eggs and head home. He opened the door to the egg case and heard a rattling noise. Turning his head and looking over the box of extra-large eggs, he spotted the young college guy who worked part-time in the market. Aaron quickly closed the door and headed to the swinging doors that led to the back of the store. He reached the door to the dairy case just as Darrell closed it.
“Hey.”
“Shit,” a startled Darrell responded.
“Now, is that how you greet your favorite hard-on?” Aaron stared at him with a smug look.
Darrell had given him a blowjob a few weeks back, not the best blowjob he’d ever received, but the guy was in college and still learning.
Darrell slid the bill of his baseball cap back as he approached Aaron. “Come on, back here.”
The two men walked behind the pallet of newly arrived vegetables and cereals, and Darrell dropped to his knees. He grabbed Aaron’s pants and pulled them down to expose his already thickening cock. Darrell began to suck and lick and kiss Aaron’s balls and dick.
Aaron had to admit that Darrell hadn’t improved much since last time. He had no finesse; he needed more practice, and Aaron was willing to let him practice because usually, any blowjob is better than no blowjob. But not today.
Aaron was feeling out of sorts. He needed more to help him get back on track. “I’ve got something special for you today buddy,” Aaron whispered.
Darrell looked up at Aaron. Saliva dripped from Darrell’s chin.
At least I won’t have to look at him, thought Aaron as he reached down into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the extra condom provided by Paul. He still had a lube packet out.
“Turn around, and be quiet.” Aaron put the condom on and covered his cock with lube. “Spread your cheeks.”
Darrell grabbed his butt, a cheek in each hand, and pulled the cheeks apart. He’d only been fucked once, back in high school. To be fucked by this handsome stud was something he wanted but wasn’t willing to admit. He felt Aaron’s fingers rubbing lube on his ass pucker and took a breath. The head of Aaron’s cock pushed against him. He could tell that Aaron was moving his dick up and down against his ass. Darrell jerked slightly as the head slipped inside him. He pulled his cheeks even farther apart.
The head of Aaron’s dick was in. The kid’s moving too much, he thought, and he put a hand on Darrell’s shoulder. Aaron could tell that Darrell had pulled his ass wider, an invitation that he wanted more, so Aaron pushed his dick farther in. Darrell’s body tensed. “Shhhh. You’re ok.” It was just a whisper.
Darrell bent his head forward and clenched his teeth. Aaron’s cock was bigger than the guy back in high school. Shit. What was his name? Darrell felt Aaron’s hips contact his ass. He was in as deep as he could go in this position.
Aaron began to pump harder. He moved one hand just above Darrell’s cock to hold him in place as he thrust forward. He thought about giving Darrell a reach-around, but Darrell began to moan, and Aaron moved his other hand to cover his mouth. He was now humping faster.
Yet, something seemed to be missing. He was fucking a really tight hole; his partner seemed into it; they were sneaking in the back at the guy’s work; that in itself was pretty hot. He was wearing a rubber. Everything was in place for a really hot screw.
But Aaron just wanted to get it over with.
Come on, thought Aaron. Cum already. Suddenly, Paul’s face popped into Aaron’s head. Paul’s blue eyes begged for more. Aaron heard Paul’s voice ask for more. Aaron emptied his load. As he withdrew his cock, Darrell’s ass held onto the tip of the condom. Aaron pulled back, holding the condom with his hand.
“Wow,” said Darrell, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much cum.”
“Yeah. Well, that’s my usual amount.” Aaron knew that was a lie. His last two ejaculations were larger than any he had previously pumped out. Aaron tied a knot in the condom and put it in his pocket to toss later.
“Keeping it to remember me by?”
“Why would I want to remember you, queer-boy?” Aaron’s voice demonstrated his angry annoyance.
“I’m not gay. I’ve got a girlfriend and everything,” countered Darrell.
“Sure. That’s why you jumped on my dick so fast.”
“You were the one that came onto me.” Darrell stood up and pulled up his pants.
“You’re only fooling yourself. Wise up, kid. You’re as gay as they come.” Crap, thought Aaron. I could have used his hole a few more times, and now I’ve blown it. Aaron turned and walked out. He picked up a carton of eggs, and as he paid, he wondered whether he should start shopping somewhere else.
Darrell wondered how much longer he could keep lying about having a girlfriend.
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