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"Aaron, December 2006", by Silver Moon Watching

   M/M

   These stories and the characters contained within are entirely
fictional. Any resemblance to real people or places are purely
conicidental. Please note that the stories in this series -will- be posted
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December, 2006

   The music of the party blared from all around me, a deep thudding that
resounded in my chest, urging me to dance with it.  Instead, embarassed, I
stood at the bar in a house I didn't recognize, waiting for the person that
had invited me, a mostly untouched beer in my hand.  Mike lived just across
the street, and he said he'd be here at ten o'clock when his parents left
the house, and...

   ...  yes, there he was, his short, slender form slipping between the
other partygoers.  I couldn't help but beaming a smile down at him, and
received a warm one in return as he stepped in close to yell over the
blaring music, "How's it going?"

   "It's been better!" I yelled down at him, "I've been having headaches
lately!"

   "You want to have a smoke and talk about it?" Aaron yelled up, fishing a
bong out of his pocket and gesturing with it towards the already-smokey
family room.

   "Sure!"

   Threading through the crowds, Mike and I made our way to an unoccupied
loveseat in the nearby family-room, where the thudding music from outside
was relegated to a quiet throb and people were engaged in conversation,
making out, and sharing joints.  Mike sprawled near the arm of the couch,
already starting to pack his bong, and I flopped down next to him,
comfortably sliding my arm around Mike's waist.  Looking down at him, I was
once again struck by how gorgeous Mike was, with his small, slender frame
and shoulder-length black hair in its loose ringlets.  It only accented his
choice of dark, tight-fitting clothing.  Mike's wide, dark eyes, ringed
with their thick lashes and a light application of eye-liner, darted a
glance up at me while I watched him.  People who knew we were together -
and these were few - often remarked that twe made an odd couple, my 6'4",
athletically muscled frame outstripping Mike's 5'6" height by nearly a
foot, but we could care less.  I'm not ashamed at all to say I was deeply
in love with Mike, and he returned my affection unabashed.

   Lighting it from a nearby candle, Mike took a deep pull off the bong
before passing it to me.  I also took a hit.  Mike leaned his head against
my shoulder, exhaling on a long, smokey sigh, "God I've missed you."

   Pressing a kiss into Mike's lustrous hair, I responded with a similar
sigh, "I've missed you too.  But it's already been three months.  Six more,
and you'll be done." Mike was finishing out his diploma at a private
boarding school two hours away.  Having no car, and with me not having a
license, the distance might as well have been cross-country.  For us, when
we'd been in love for two years and were accustomed to seeing each other
regularly, the enforced time apart was torture.

   "I wish I could just drop out," Mike stated morosely, taking another hit
off his bong.  Dropping his head to brush my lips across Mike's neck, I
murmured, "No you don't.  Just get it done, and you'll be back soon enough.
Then we can get an apartment together, just like we've planned."

   His full lips forming into a pout even as he tilted his head aside,
asking me for more attention, Mike complained, "Winter break's going to be
over before we know it.  I don't want to go back."

   Sucking a small mark to the surface of Mike's skin, I murmured, "I know.
I don't want you to either.  But you have to." Mike shivered at the touch
of my lips and sighed, clasping one of my arms that was looped around his
waist.  Taking that for encouragement, I grazed my teeth along the tender
skin of Mike's neck, provoking a small groan.  Doing my best to distract my
lover from his brooding, I shot a quick glance around to make sure the rest
of the party-goers were otherwise occupied, and slipped one of my hands
down to give Mike's crotch a squeeze through his pants, giving a rub to the
half-hard cock concealed under them.  Unselfconsciously, Mike groaned,
provoking a glare from one of the couples on a nearby couch.  Dipping his
lips to Mike's ear, I whispered, "Upstairs, or back to your room?"

   "Upsta..  no..  my room," Mike murmured uncertainly, a blush coloring
his pale skin.

   Hand in hand, we left the party and wandered across the street in the
cool night air, stepping quickly along the sidewalk to a darkened house a
few yards down.  Mike's parents were at a company Christmas party, and
wouldn't be coming home for the night, so he let me in through the front
door and led me to his room in the basement.  Mike, at seventeen, was used
to sneaking around with me, his twenty-three year old lover, as we'd been
doing it for two years.  We wanted no cries of statuatory rape from Mike's
parents, whom he hadn't even come out to yet.  Of course, it was easy to
sneak around past Mike's parents, who hardly seemed to care about their son
as long as he didn't interrupt their partying lifestyle with his problems.

   The room in the basement was starkly bare of furniture, most of it being
in Mike's dorm-room at his boarding school.  Mike stepped through the
doorframe and waited for me to pass before turning to close the door.

   I wasted no time, wrapping my arms around my younger lover, impatiently
pushing aside the collar of his shirt and attaching my lips firmly to the
side of his neck.  Dipping his head aside with a moan, Mike swayed back
into my arms, where I toyed my tongue over his slightly sweaty skin, simply
enjoying his scent.  Pulling away, I lowered myself crosslegged to the
floor, and Mike joined me there, rubbing his palms along my thighs slowly.

   I couldn't help myself, really I couldn't.  I had mostly not seen him in
three months.  Three months with only the comfort of my hand, and even the
three weeks we'd already spent together this holiday wasn't enough.  I
leaned into him and pressed my lips to his ear, teasing it with my tongue
and sucking on his earlobe, my hand dropping back to the crotch of his
pants.  Finding his hard cock pressing against the fabric, I rubbed it
insistently.

   After gasping at my touch, Mik pleaded, his hands sliding further up the
insides of my thights, "God Aaron, you have to stop that."

   Teasingly, I murmured against his earlobe, "Why?"

   "Because this is my only clean pair of pants."

   Grazing my teeth along the outer edge of his ear, I whispered to him,
"Sounds like you'd better take your pants off then, or they're going to get
messy, because you seriously can't expect me to keep my hands off you while
you're here to touch."

   Turning his head and planting a hard, fast kiss on my lips, he grinned,
"Bet I can get naked faster."

   And so we stood up and raced each other, clothing flying every which way
in the small, mostly empty bedroom, until Mike stood looking at me naked
while I tried to squirm out of my jeans.  "Apparently you aren't as eager
for this as I am," he commented, smirking at me.  "I mean, maybe you're
bored."

   Flopping to the floor after shucking my pants, pulling Mike down into my
lap, I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my throbbing cock, "Do I
feel bored to you?" As though watching him undress would make me anything
but hard.

   Wrapping his fingers around me, with an impish smile, Mike commented,
"Not so much, no." He brought his head forward and bit the side of my neck,
then scraped his teeth in a long line down to my shoulder, causing my
breath to hiss in sharply and goosebumps to form all over my skin.  Closing
my eyes, I softly stroked my hands across the soft skin of Mike's waist as
he bit my shoulder again, hard enough to leave marks.  I couldn't help but
groan, which encouraged him further.  Tipping my chin to the side with one
of his small hands, he began sucking and biting on the tender skin of my
neck.  Of course I couldn't help but moan, loudly, until he pulled his
fierly lips away.

   I slipped my hand around to his own iron-hard cock.  It was an inch or
so shorter than mine, but just as thick, and definitely adequate.  Huskily,
working my hand over his erection, I asked him, "Haven't you teased me
enough yet?  Is there something you want?"

   Tugging on my earlobe with his teeth, provoking another shudder from me,
Mike stuck his tongue into my ear and then whispered, "What do -you- want?"

   Sliding my free hand around to his tight little ass, giving it a firm
squeeze while my first hand continued to massage his throbbing cock, "I
want what you want."

   "To walk funny for a week," he declared, the strain in his voice and the
involuntary way he twitched his hips forward into my hand betraying the
effect I was having on him.  Again he sucked on my earlobe, provoking a
shudder from me as I gasped, "Any specific way you want it?"

   Leaning away from me briefly to retrieve a tube of KY from a hollow book
in a lower shelf, pressing it into my hand, "I want lube."

   His voice was so serious, I couldn't help but laugh.  Taking off the
top, I squeezed a bit into my hand and smeared it across his chest, "There,
you've got lube."

   The glare he gave me was one of amused frustration, his chin jutting
stubbornly.  Sliding back into my lap and pressing his chest against mine,
he declared, "You just like being an ass, don't you."

   "Obviously," I said, squeezing more of the lube out onto my palm before
setting the bottle aside, "It's so fun."

   Tossing his head in a very feminine fashion, a gesture he picked up from
his mother, causing his unbound curls to bounce, he declared to me, "I can
be an ass, too." His eyes dropped, watching me spread the oil on my
throbbing cock.  The pressure of my own hand was torture, when all I wanted
was him, him, him.

   "You don't want to be mean," I told him, as his eyes dipped to watch me
massaging myself, "You want to be fucked." Looking up at me, his dark eyes
sparking as he pushed my hand away and grabbed my cock myself, making me
gasp, Mike asked me innocently, "And you do want to be mean, does that mean
you don't want to fuck me?"

   Trying to hold my cool tone even though I could hear the strain in my
voice myself - his hand was smaller than mine, softer, and he knew just how
I liked to be stroked - I said, "It's more that making you go 'God Aaron!'
or 'Aaron please!' make me really, really horny."

   "Pleeease Aaron?"

   "It doesn't work...  when I know I haven't teased you into it...  but
your sitting in my lap naked makes me more than horny enough.  How about.."
I dipped my lips to his ear, whispering huskily, "You stick your ass in the
air and I fuck you hard and fast, so that you can't sit for a week, without
having to worry about the lack of bounce to your fucking hard floor?"

   Looking down at the carpet, and then up at me teasingly, he said, "I'll
get rugburn on my elbows."

   My cock throbbing insistently in the cool air, I couldn't keep the
frustration out of my tone, "Then pick something else!" The sight of his
young body, the few dark curls of hair on his chest and his dark nipples,
his erect cock so close to my own, it was all driving me crazy.  Knowing my
distress, he leaned forward and ever so lightly brushed his lips across
mine, "Did I say it was a bad idea?"

   Again, I couldn't help myself.  I lifted my hand to the back of his
neck, crushing his soft lips hard against mine, thrusting my tongue into
his mouth.  Again my lips he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders
tightly as he returned my kiss, our tongues sliding across each other...

   ...  until I slipped my hand down his chest, pinching his nipple with
almost all of my strength, still crushing my mouth against his with the
leverage from my hand on the back of his neck.  Mike jerked against me and
arched his back, shuddering, his cry of pained surprise lost in my mouth.

   I let him go and he pulled away with a gasp.  I was sure I had nail
marks in my shoulders, but I wasn't done with him yet.  I simply wanted to
watch his face, my breath coming almost as hard as his as my hand moved
across to his other nipple, pinching it just as hard and giving it a twist
besides.  Crying out in pained pleasure, he writhed against me, his nails
digging into the backs of my shoulders.  He knew better than to try and
move my hands.  Instead, voice sincere this time, he begged me, "God,
please Aaron!  Please!"

   I don't know why hurting him turned me on so much, but he wasn't
opposed, and it did.  Supersensitive, my cock felt like it could just
burst, brushing against his as I leaned forward and bit his earlobe almost
hard enough to draw blood, "Ride me.  Ride me, if you're so concerned about
your knees and elbows, but -make it good-."

   I lowered myself backward onto the carpet as Mike sobbed once with pain.
Then he threw his leg over my hips and straddled me, bending to kiss my
chest, but I had no more patience.  I gripped his hips with my hands and
positioned my young lover, my biceps flexing as I forced him down onto my
hard, throbbing cock, the sensation of his tight asshole wrapping around me
nearly sending me over the edge right there.  From his pained cry, I could
tell he hadn't been ready for me yet, but from his low moan as he sunk down
and ground his ass against my hips, I also knew that he didn't care.

   I slid one of my hands around to his throbbing erection, stroking him
firmly to ensure his own pleasure.  Tossing his head back, exposing his
kiss-marked neck, Mike gripped my knees with his hands and lifted himself,
slowly sliding himself back down along my cock.

   I was in heaven.  His asshole was tighter, stroked me harder, than any
cunt ever could.  His cock in my hand was something I understood, I knew
exactly what I should do to bring him off with me..  how could a woman ever
compare?  His flat chest arched in the light from the single bulb on the
ceiling, and I watched his face contort as he adjusted to my size, the feel
of my cock sliding through his insides, caressing his nerve-endings as he
slowly rose and fell against me.

   "Fuck me, Mike.  Fuck me hard," I told him hoarsely, and he promptly
sped up.  My pleasured groans mingled with his soft pain-pleasure moans,
stroking his hard cock with abandon, his hips angled for that delicious
friction.  In almost no time he was pounding himself on top of me hard, the
delicious slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.  I thrust into him
each time he fell against me, maximum penetration, and I couldn't take it
for long.

   My sharp, wordless cry echoed in the sharp room as I arched up against
him, my hot cum filling his waiting ass in a long, shuddering, twitching
release.  My hand on his cock slowed, but didn't stop, and about three
seconds after my orgasm he came too.  Bucking against my hand in a way that
provoked delicious aftershocks down the base of my shaft and into my balls,
Mike cried out hoarsely, splattering my stomach and chest with his hot
jism. Exhausted, I fell back against the carpet, my sticky hand falling to
the side.  Also exhausted, Mike pulled off of me with a small sucking pop,
and sprawed onto his own section of carpet.

   I spoke to the ceiling, my breathing still ragged from my hard orgasm,
"God I love you."

   "I love you too," he mumbled, dragging himself across the floor to
sprawl against my side.

   We fell asleep that way, my sticky hand cradling his back and his arm
thrown across my chest.  As I was drifting off, I realized that my life was
absolutely perfect.