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Getting What You Really Want (MM, college)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1993
College. A big place. The buildings are big, the class size is
big, the campus is big. But I had no idea what else could be big!
Every year, the population of the place grew. I, myself, would often
walk around, just looking. I knew several of the teachers, ok,
"professors" if you will, that taught there. I just called them
teachers. I mean, they teach, don't they?
Biology, 101. The teacher was a good friend of mine. He, however,
had no idea how I was like, if you get my drift. I was in his class
visiting so much, most of the staff thought I was a student. Hardly.
Excuse me, HARDly.
The kids that were in his class, jocks, preppies, "brains". All the
people that would make tomorrow. But hey, I wanted something today.
I knew several of the guys in his class. I, myself, was pretty old.
Well, I think 29's pretty old. Everyone younger than me, to me, was
a kid. You walk in, and see all those guys, the ones you're just
sure get laid by the cheerleaders after the college football games,
you tend to get disappointed. But I'd had it with fantasizing. Surely,
out of all those guys, a couple must feel the same way I do. One
person in particular I liked.
The kid that I always used to watch was a boy named Aron. He was
built well, and had a nice ass, and an even nicer piece of meat.
I would have given anything to have one night of fun with him, the
only problem was, he hated me. So I finally decided that the only
way to get him was to rape him. Not any physical violence, but to
kidnap him, and go for it.
So, I got in my van right after school, and drove to one of the
streets he walded on frequently, and just waited. It was around 4,
and one thing for sure, it was definitely hot. I had shut
off my engine, and was just about to turn it back on so I could turn
on the A/C, when I saw him walking. I was in luck, he was alone.
No one was around. I started my van up, and did a U-turn so I was
driving against the sidewalk. I drove about 20 feet ahead of him,
stopped, and opened the side door. He walked up, tried to walk
around me, but I grabbed him. I picked him up (keep in mind that I
was a little bigger than he was), and put him in my van. I set him in
the seat, put on the belt, and flipped a little switch on the side of it.
which locked the belt so pushing the button would not open it, and
put a sleeping pill into his mouth. I rubbed his neck in front
until he swollowed it.
He was trying to get out, but the pill, (Unisom I think it was),
was starting to work, and he was getting tired, and exhausted from
wiggling around.
I drove to my house. It took about 25 minutes, and by that time he
was asleep. I undid the seat belt, and carried him down to my room.
I took off his shirt, and using a couple of leather straps from an
old saddle I had, tied his arms to the headboard.
So there he was, bare chest, tied to a bed with leather straps,
totally asleep. I had him. But I decided to wait until he awoke
to continue.
I waited about an hour and a half, and started hearing moaning
from my room. I walked down and opened the door, and there he
was, just like before.
"Here we go," I told him.
I took all my clothes off, exposing my own hard rod, which I think
had been hard since I first planned it about 2 weeks ago. I crawled
onto the bed, and started removing his clothes, shoes first. He
start kicking.
"If you don't be still, I'm going to get the gun in that chest over
there, and kill you."
Of course, I had no such gun, but HE didn't know that, so he quit,
and let me continue. I removed his socks, savoring them as I did so.
I crawled up, undoing his belt, then his snap and zipper, and opening
the flap of his Levis. I could see the outline of his beautiful cock
just inside his underwear. I couldn't wait much longer.
I slowly pulled off his pants. His legs were smooth and tanned, just
like the rest of his body. He played football, and his muscles were
adding to my pleasure.
I peeled back his underpants. Behind them was just what I was
waiting for. I stroked my finger across it. It was limber, but
it quickly responded, and grew. And boy, did it grow!
I continued touching it, rubbing my fingers along the shaft, and
along his balls, which were pleasingly cold. My room was burning
up, since I had no air conditioner, and as I mentioned, it was
summer. He was sweating, and so was I. That just added to it.
I finally could wait no longer. I reached down, and placed my
hands on his feet, and placed my mouth right over his meat. He
let his head fall backwards on the pillow, and started moaning.
I let it slide in and out, enjoying licking off sweat.
I stopped, and lifed his legs above his head, exposing the pure,
pink, hairless ass that I had admired for so long. I reached
down by the side of my bed, for the lubricant I always used. I
put some on my own cock, and heavily doused his hole, rubbing
my fingers in and out of it. I set it aside.
I grabbed hold of my rod, and guided it into him. He moaned
loud enough, but didn't scream. I was glad, I don't think I
could handle that. I slid it all the way in, making him groan
some more, and slid it back out, except for the head of it.
I continued to do this, until I almost came, then I pulled out
completely, and set his legs back down, so he was in the original
position.
I crawled up to his chest, and leaned over, forcing my dick into
his mouth.
"Suck on this, or you'll walk out of here missing various parts of
your anatomy," I told him. He responded, and started sucking vigor-
ously. I finally came, and shot one of the biggest loads in my life
into his mouth. He started swallowing it, which surprised me, since
that was one of the last things I expected him to do.
One last thing was left, I had to make this kid come. I slid down
his over-sweating body, and started guiding my mouth over his over-
hard meat again, this time rubbing his rubbery-feeling nipples with
my hands. He groaned, and I sucked. He groaned louder, and I sucked
harder. The feeling was so intense I could hardly stand it. Then,
with one final GIANT moan, his body shuddered, and a few drops of
juice leaked out of his tool. I knew then, it had been his first
time ever.
We both laid on the bed, panting, sweating, enjoying it. I reached
up and undid the straps.
"Get dressed and get out of here."
He got up, and started, but stopped short.
"You know, " he started, "I really don't have to be anywhere
another two hours."
I looked at him and smiled, and he smiled back. He crawled back
under the covers with me, and I knew this was just going to be kept
between me, him, and his great meat.
I sure tell you one thing. After that night with Aron, I was
completely exhausted. During that last two hours, I had gone
through moves that I didn't know my body could do.
But that was last week. Friday. Today was Monday. I had gone
over to Aron's class, again. He smiled at me when he saw me, and I
smiled back.
Some of the other guys were looking good to me. There was this one
guy named Willie. He was about the same size as Aron, blond hair,
green eyes. Not blue, but what the hell. I could get that from
Aron. Sometime during his class, he got up and walked over
to me when I wasn't doing anything.
"Aron told a few of us what went on last Friday, " he said.
I jumped back. I wasn't sure what Aron had done. Then he continued.
"Several of us, along with a few guys from some other classes are
getting together over at Justin's house. We all decided we wanted you
to come."
I was pleasantly surprised. "Sure," I told him. He have me the address
and told me that him, Tim, Aron, Steve, and of course Justin were going
to be there at the "party".
Tim was slightly older than Willie and Aron, dark hair, always talked
about the strangest things. Steve was about Willie's age, shorter though
and spanish. Justin himself was the age of Aron, brown hair just a little
longer than Willie's. But one thing that I'd bet anything on is the fact
that they must have, all of them, some of the greatest pieces of meat
anywhere. I was going to find out.
On the night of the party, I headed over there. When I got there,
the place was extremely crowded. My rod was so hard it hurt, and to
walk in there with all those guys was wonderful. Truly great. I
looked around for the guys, and saw Tim over by the kitchen. As I was
walking over there, I happened to see Shawn. Shawn was my age, blond,
and a great ass.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"The same thing everyone else is. Want to suck off?"
I was shocked at how forward he had been. What could I say?
"Sure, let's go for it," and we walked into one of the bedrooms.
I shut the door, and walked over to him. It was dim in the room,
but I could see him perfectly. I started stripping his clothes off,
and he did the same to me. At the same time, I stuck my toungue deep
into his mouth, and started to rub my jeans against the front of him.
I also put my finger down the back of his pants, and into his ass.
Between the kissing, the fingering, and the rubbing, I was enjoying
this.
I couldn't wait much longer. I pushed him down onto the bed behind
us, and practically ripped off his jeans. I set my mouth over his
cock, the one that I had wanted for years, and now I finally had it.
It was all that I had expected it to be. This went on for I don't
know how long. The motion, the sweating, the panting, the groaning.
It's so hard to describe how I felt, let alone how he did. After
what seemed like eternity, he finally came. And when he did, look
out! I didn't think one person could hold that much. I was exhausted,
he was practically passed out. I layed down beside him. A long pause
followed.
"Thanks," I told him. He looked over, and paused.
"That was really done well." I smiled. "We'll have to do
it sometime again."
I just looked at him for a while. "We better get out there,
people need this room."
"Wait," he spoke, and he leaned over and kissed me. "Ok."
I got dressed, and walked out. People were still coming. I noticed
a few girls my age in the crowd, I wasn't sure whether they were
lezzies, or here to satisfy a few bi guys. I didn't care either.
As I was walking around, I happened to notice Willie just sitting
against the wall over by the stairs. I walked over to him.
"Hey Will"
"Oh Hi," he said. "Glad you could make it."
He was sitting down, rubbing the front of his jeans, very slowly.
Like something was wrong.
"You look a little down. What's a matter?"
He paused. "Is my dick all right?"
"Looks ok to me. Why?"
Another pause. "Haven't been that busy tonight, and was
just wondering."
I looked at him for a while, he was starting at his own
meat. "Do you want a little action?"
He smiled. "Sure, let's go."
We walked into another bedroom. I hadn't had much of anything on
since doing Shawn, and he didn't, appearantly having been served
on this night already. So I wasn't the first, who cares. I had
always liked him, he had a good personality, and was real easy
to get along with. I had gotten the feeling that he wanted me a
while back, but never pursued the matter. Now I finally had.
I layed him down on the bed, and put my mouth on his. I deep
tounge kissed him, and ruffeled his hair, rolling around on the
bed. My hard cock kept pressing against his, and when we flipped
over, the constantly rubbed together. I got on top of him, and
reached down and started rubbing his dick. It felt rubbery, cold,
and good. He flipped me over, and got me on all fours. He went
behind me, and put his weenie into my ass. I started to moan.
Here I was, and this guy was giving me the best piece of meat that
I had ever had. Even better than Aron, though I won't testify
to that. He was rubbing in and out, and he reached around and
started rubbing my own cock. One thing I give him credit for is
timing, because just as he spurted in me, I spurted out. He left
his dick in me for a little bit, getting soft, and then pulled out.
I was spent. He fell on top of me, and started deep tounge kissing
me again. There was sperm all over my stomach, and he was rubbing
it in. I never felt so good in my life. After a few minutes, we
walked back out to the party.
Aron was outside the door, with another guy that I didn't
know. The guy walked in, and as Aron was walking in, I grabbed
down at his cock, and rubbed it a little bit.
"Take care of it," I told him. He smiled, and went inside
and shut the door. I walked around a little bit, checking out who
was there.
"Hey!" Someone called over to me.
I turned around, and found Steve calling me. "Come over
here, we need another person!"
I walked into the bedroom where he was, where four very
horny guys were, all with no clothes on. I took off what I had on,
and walked over to Steve. He said, "Get down on all fours."
I did as told, and Tim came over to me and stuck his wenier
into my mouth, along with Steve sticking it into my ass. Someone
else got on top of me, and Steve was sucking his meat.
I moved my tounge under Tim's foreskin. The warm, hot flesh
in my mouth was certainly welcome. Steve had stopped moving, con-
centrating more on the rod in his mouth than me, so I moved backwards,
and he got the message and started getting active. Tim was getting
harder, and so was Steve. I'm still not sure which one came first, I
think Tim did, but of course, you can tell if something's in your
mouth quicker than something in your ass. Steve pulled out, and
finished off whoever was on top of me. I wished it had been a little
faster, whoever it was, was heavy. Tim fell onto the floor with
exhaustion, panting. He hadn't done this very much, I could tell,
and he was having a rough night. Justin was the one on top of me,
he got off, and walked out in a robe.
"Either of you know where Aron is," I asked.
"Sure, he's right outside. I'll go ahead and get him." He
motioned toward the other, and they left. A second later, Aron
entered. He was completely nude. He slid over to me, and pushed
me to the floor. He straddled my chest, I was sitting upright, and
placed that wonderful meat inside my mouth. There was sperm all over
it, some his, some not. He had been served by a lot of guys tonight.
Can anyone really blame them?
All I could do was suck. Nothing else was running through my mind.
I was sweating, feverish, cold, chilling, and horny all at the same
time. What a combo.
He let go, his entire wad, everything that was left in his
ultra-firm body was ejected into me. I fell on the floor.
"That was even better than last time," he said. He walked out.
A few minutes later, I did the same. People were leaving, the party
was over.
As I was walking out, Justin caught me by the arm. "Listen,
thanks for coming tonight."
"Sure. (I laughed) To say I had fun would be too much of
an understatement, know what I mean?"
"See you tomorrow."
"See ya...," I walked out. I got in my van, and went home.
Trust me, I needed the sleep. I knew what was going to happen next.
Aron and I screwed each other ALL THE TIME! Every single
day after classes, we were over at my house, or his, humping each
other away. On most days, I usually served another person too.
Normally, someone else from his class, or some class near. I was
amazed that the only people who knew what I did, were people who
liked to do it too.
It got to the point where just about 3pm, my cock would
start to get hard, just from knowing what was going on. Aron was
the one that I did every day. Everyone else I did was on a schedule.
Willie on Monday, Tim on Tuesday, Steve on Wednesday, Justin on
Thursday, sometimes Shawn on Friday, and then usually another one
of the famous parties on Saturday night.
One time, I got so excited that just as Aron and I got into
my house, we started making out, right with the door open. Luckily,
Willie was the one outside.
When I say all the time, I mean it. On the days he was sick,
I would go over to his house, and fuck him while he was lying in bed.
If someone in my family was home, then I'd go over to their house.
Remember Tim from the party (that was about 6 weeks ago)? Well, he
has gotten much better. He's had enough practice!
At the end of the semester, we all went over to my house, and
had a teriffic party. I was laying everybody, and everybody was laying
me. I was so sweaty by the end of that session, I had to take a shower.
Of course, everyone else did with me, so we were all rolling around in
the bathtub, sucking cocks. Half the time, I didn't know who I was
sucking, the dick was just standing straight up, and I put my mouth
over it. I could pretty much tell which one was Aron. For one thing,
his was the biggest. And, his come was a little sweeter that everyone
elses. You can usually tell who eats junk food, by how their come
tastes. He ate the most, so it's obvious. They were all great. That
next weekend, we did it again. The next weekend, we did it at Tim's
house. Tim's little brother was there, watching us, I think he went
into another room to jack off. But the best one was the following
weekend, over at Aron's house.
"Be over there at 9 tonight," he had said as he was walking
out of my house.
"I'll be there."
"You better be, you've got a lot of people who want a taste of
you."
That night, I drove over there. His house is only about 5
blocks away, which makes it easy to see how we could spend so much
time together.
The front door was locked, so I went around to the back. A
guy who I didn't know was there.
"What's the passline?"
"I'm looking for some big hotdogs," I replied.
"OK, go on through. Go into the dining room, leave all your
clothes there, everyone else is in the living room."
I did as told, and walked into the living room. Everyone that
I had ever seen was there. The usual crowd, Tim, Will, Justin, Shawn,
Steve, and of course Aron, along with several people I didn't know.
They were in the middle of the floor, trying to see how many
people could fuck at one time. There was a line, one person would
stand, the person would stand behind him, and stick their cock into
the ass of the person in front, and then another person behind them
would do the same thing, and so on. About 12 people were doing this,
all in unison. They were passing along a jar of lubricant, I walked
over and grabbed some, and went to the end of the line. Willie was
the one on the end. I upped him, he groaned. Someone else did the
same behind me. I turned around.
"Oh Hi there," I said. It was (you guessed it) Aron.
"Hey, how you doin'?"
"Hard as ever." He put his dick in me. I think this was
the first time he had ever butt-fucked me. It was always me upping
him, or some other activity. Kinda fun for a change.
Someone about in the middle, came, and fell over, and of course,
the entire line fell apart. Willie fell right on top of me, forcing
my cock into him, as far as it would go. He screamed,
"Sorry 'bout that." I pulled him off me, and started jacking
him off. "You need your mom to kiss that?"
"I think I'd rather have you do it." We started walking back
toward the bedrooms. Willie turned around. "Aron, come on."
"Yeah, " I said, "two's great, three's a fucking good time."
He walked back with us, into an empty bedroom. I stood
behind Willie, and bent him over, uppping him. "I want to finish
this."
Willie yelled out, "Aron, get over here, I want your dick
in my mouth."
Aron walked over, and Willie started giving him a blow
job. I was about ready to come. I reached around, and started
to jack off Willie, like I did outside. He shaved his hair off
there, so it was always smooth. I was rubbing his balls around
in my palm, when he came. All over my hand. I ejected violently
into him, and appearantly Aron came into Willie. All about at
the same time. We were getting this timing thing down pretty
well if you ask me. I started licking cum off my hand. It was
pretty good. I pulled out, and Aron walked behind me.
"Grab your ankles, man, I want you NOW!" He said.
I bent over, and he drove straight in. I groaned in pleasure.
Willie was in front of me, I pulled him over, and started sucking Aron's
come off his wenier. Willie had grabbed a handful of it, and smeared
it on himself, after I let go of him after my hand job. Sweet.
I kept bumping Aron's balls. I was groaning, and Gawd! was it hot
in there. I was sweating like anything. Aron finally came into me.
I don't think the kid has any lungs, just huge come vats in his body,
because he's got the most cream I've EVER seen out of a guy.
I kept rubbing my tounge over Will's balls. They were cold,
comfortable, and smooth. I stuck my mouth back over his dick, and
ran my tounge over that. It was warm, and extremely soft. I reached
with my hands to his butt, and started fingering him. I felt my
own come inside his body. I was still sweating. Aron got under
me, and started sucking me off. I was about to pass out.
Willie let go with full force. My mouth filled up in about
2 seconds, he REALLY let go. I came all over Aron's body, he was
watching Willie when I came, and he didn't see it till it was all
over his chest. Aron and Willie went over to the bed, Will started
rubbing it into Aron. I went over and helped him, and fondling his
penis at the same time. Justin walked in the room.
He flipped me over on the floor, and onto my back. He
sat down with his dick right over my mouth, and leaned forward,
pushing it in. I ran my tounge under his foreskin, he was
running his hands through my hair, moaning. This boy came quick,
let me tell you. Just about 30 seconds, all I tasted was come.
Justin slipped down, and stuck his tounge deep into my
mouth, it was coated with come, he had sucked someone else not
long ago. I got up, and Willie was done with Aron. I layed on
top of Aron, and Justin and Willie left to another room. I made
out with Aron for I don't know how long. Probably about 15, 20
minutes. My cock was rubbing against his leg, and he knew it.
He slipped down, and started sucking me off. He spread my legs
apart, and stuck his finger deep into my ass. I came almost
instantly. Believe me, he drank it all.
I went back out to the party. More people there. More
adventures. I met this guy named Mark, and the guy had a dick to
holler about. Literally. But that's next chapter. Stay tuned.
The party was going great. I met Mark, I mentioned that. His
dick was long. I'm not talking "more than average", I mean LONG. And
I'm one that thought the Sears tower was impressive.
I never mentioned it. It beat Willie. It even beat Aron. And
it certainly beat myself.
We walked into a back bedroom. He spoke.
"I've been watching you. Aron told me about you. He said that
you were one of the best studs around here. (Aron said that about me?)
I want to find out how good a fuck you really are. Bend over, man."
I did as told. He was talking in this "I rule you" type voice,
but he really was a nice guy. He grabbed a jar of oil, smeared me and
him, and drove for home. It was incredible.
He worked in a little at a time, this took almost 15 minutes.
I was in heaven here. Slow, hot, LONG...this went on for almost a half
hour. In, out, in, out. Almost like a money account at the bank.
Except, I wasn't losing intrest in this.
GUSH! That was the sound I heard when this guy came. I had
come all over me, him, the floor. Everything. I fell from him straight
down to the floor. I was exhausted. I didn't see him, but I heard him
leave. I was hoping to see him again. Aron walked in.
"I see you met Mark."
I got up, and walked toward him. "All right, get over here."
"What?" He walked over. I pushed him down to his knees.
"I'm one of the best studs around here." I was smiling. "So
suck me."
He did as told, he was lapping up come all over the place. I
moved back to the bed behind me, and he followed. I layed down, he
was between my legs, sucking my balls.
"All this damn hair gets in the way." He quit, and walked
over to a drawer. He pulled out these electric trimmers, and turned
them on. He proceeded to shave me bald down there.
"OK, now it's smooth. That's the way to do it." He continued
his earlier assignment of sucking me off.
I reached down and brushed his soft cheek with my hand. "Come
here."
He slid up, and I started kissing. I was running my hands
through his hair, feeling his entire body on top of mine. He put
his hands on my sides, and turned me over. Then he surprised me.
He grabbed my hands, and put me in handcuffs. He yelled out
into the hall, "Got 'em!"
Our gang came in. The brought in a coffee table, and tied me
to it, facing down, with enough room between me and it for a person
to fit in, which is what Steve did. Tim got in front of me, and
Justin got behind me. They did what their positions intended.
Steve on my dick, Tim in my mouth, Justin in my ass. I was so hot
by this point that I'm not sure how long I could hold out.
Remember what I keep saying about timing? Everyone, all at
once. Me, them. Come ALL OVER the room. Aron was on the bed,
jacking himself off. Probably just watching him would have done the
trick of setting me off, but these guys were just too much.
They untied me, and I collapsed onto the floor. I was panting
for breath. Justin sat on top of me. He started rubbing come (his)
into my chest.
"You have got to me one of the busiest guys around here. I
think you service more people than anyone else I've ever known.
Personally, I don't know how you do it."
"That makes two of us," I panted.
He lied down on top of me, his wenier was against my
stomach. His face was on my shoulder (he was a little short),
and he just lied there. So did I. His warm body against mine
was one of the best feelings in the world. Just all that relaxation
in one shot. I fell asleep.
I woke up about 3 hours later, but nothing had changed. Justin
had fallen asleep himself, and his head was now resting on the opposite
shoulder, and Steve was on the opposite side of the room, but everyone
else was the same. Asleep, happy.
"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON?", someone yelled. It was Shawn,
he had burst through the door, scaring the shit out of everyone in
the room. I went into panic. I was out of breath. Justin had woke,
but he had seen that it was just Shawn, and he layed back down on me,
trying to get some more sleep. I put my hand on his head. I felt
weird, because I hadn't been this close with anyone except Aron. I
had a feeling that something was going to start happening. I turned
my attention to Shawn.
"You scared the hell out of us. Where have you been?"
He smiled. "Just with some other guys." He went over to
Aron, Shawn hadn't woken him. He was gently stroking Aron's cock,
Aron was waking up. What a great way to be waken in the morning.
(Just one thing, it wasn't morning). It was about 2am.
"MAANAAFUBBER HUH?". Aron was awake now.
"Hey Aron, you're house is empty. There's no one else but
us guys."
"Lemme get a little sleee.." His words trailed off. He wasn't
going to be in reality till tomorrow morning. (Or was that later this
morning.) He fell back asleep. Shawn went over to talk to Tim, who
was awake too, when Shawn came in. Steve went back to sleep. So did
I.
The sun woke me up. You know how when the sun is right in
you're eyes, and even if you've got them closed, you can still see
it? Life looks red? It's bad if it's in the middle of the day.
It's worse when that's what you first see when you wake up.
But it didn't matter. I looked around. Justin (still) was
on top of me, Steve was now on the bed where Aron was earlier, but
both Aron and Tim were out of the room. Shawn was on the floor,
not to far away.
I rubbed Justin's back till he woke up.
"Good Morning."
"Morn." He was still waking up. It took him a minute, but
he got up. I followed, we both found something to wear, and walked
into the kitchen. Aron was making coffee.
"That looks good. You're going to have to give me some, or
I'm not going to make it today."
"Sure." He was talking in the type of voice you hear in
the morning, when they haven't decided what type of attitude to have
for the day yet. "You want some cream in that?"
I laughed slightly. "I got all the cream I want last night."
Justin had slumped onto the table, with his head burried into his
arms. I walked over to him, and reached into his lap.
"You're dick is hard this morning."
"It's hard 'vrey mornin...Eveyone izzz.." His speech was
slurred, he still hadn't awoke completely.
"How is it?"
He looked up. "It got more use in the past 12 hours, than it
ever has in the past 12 years."
For some reason I felt sorry that I had asked that.
Throughout the morning, we stumbled around. I drove Justin
home on the way to my house. He lives about a mile from me. Not
too far, really.
"Listen, thanks for last night. I..um, really enjoyed it."
He flashed a huge smile. "You really are the stud of the
century, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know that." I couldn't help but laugh. "But listen
to me, you keep going like you did last night, and I know who'll take
my place when I leave."
He paused for a little bit. The morning wind was running through
his light brown hair. He had that "glow" that all morning people have.
Radiant. I could just sit there and watch him forever. He finally
spoke.
"I'm going up to a cabin in the mountains in about a week,
would you be interested in coming with me?"
"Are you kidding, of course!" He checked around for people
in the area. None. He kissed me briefly, and started walking into
his house. He turned around and ran back.
"Come on, let's fuckin' go for it!"
I ran up to him, and we both ran into his house. The door
closed. And if what I got that morning was what I was going to get
at his cabin, I couldn't wait.
It was probably about 5 or so by the time that I arrived at
Justin's cabin. It was used by his dad, and he got use of it for the
weekend. We pulled up, and got out. It was a beautiful place, a beach,
wood cabin, picnic table. Perfect.
Justin and I got inside, and by that time I was so ready for
some action I couldn't believe it. The seat belt in his pickup kept
tightening as we went over bumps in the road, and I was pretty
stimulated. We hauled our luggage inside, and I went over and shut
the door.
"Want something to drink?" he asked. I said sure, and we pulled
a couple of cold ones out from the cooler we brought. He gave them to
me, and we practically grabbed each other. We dropped to the floor,
and began taking our clothes off.
"After that trip, I need some man," he groaned. I was quick
to oblige, and sat on top of him. I leaned over, and my dick went into
his mouth. He began to suck eagerly, and I turned around so I could
get to his cock. I took it in my mouth, and ran my tounge over the big
head that he had.
All the time I kept pumping my cock in and out of his mouth,
coming dangerously close to climaxing. I grabbed his balls with my
hand, and squeezed. He growled, and I shoved my rod deep within his
throat. I licked my finger, and pressed it deep within his ass, and
proceeded to finger-fuck him. He was coming close to orgasm himself,
and I slowed down to drag it out. I slowed my body as well.
Justin started to rub my butt, and probing my ass, similar to
what I was doing to him. He tickled the outside of my balls, and kept
swirling his tounge around my rod. In a constant motion, I was moving up
and down, rubbing the head of my weiner against the back of his throat.
His ass was tightening around my finger, and I knew that he was going to
come pretty soon. I slowed even more.
I slid my body against his chest, smooth with sweat, and kept
my penis in action in his mouth. His ass kept tightening around my
finger, and his cock in my mouth was letting out an abundance of pre-cum
juice. I ran my tounge up and down the shaft, and licked his balls until
they were shining with my saliva. I rammed his cock deep within my throat
and pumped my cock within his throat. Faster, gaining speed, while his
butt was sweating and scrotum tightening.
His got spray was welcome against the back of my dry throat. I
was eager to lap it up, trying to catch the streams running out from the
side of my mouth. I took my finger out of his ass, and pumped my cock
faster, until I shot my load all over his face. He licked me clean, and
I did the same.
He fell back on the floor, panting.
"I guess we don't need the drinks," he said.
Two days later, on the last day, Aron showed up at the
door.
"What are you doing here?" Justin asked him.
"You gave me the directions," he started off. But Justin
made the motions to quiet down, and I got the feeling that this had
been planned out for my benefit. But without my consent, not that I
would complain in the slightest.
Aron came in, and Justin walked out of the room. Aron walked
over and sat down by me.
"You know, when you 'raped' me a few months ago, I never really
did thank you."
That sounded weird. No one "thanks" you for raping them. Even
though it turned out to be something we both wanted, it was still funny.
"Well, " I started, "how did you want to thank me?"
"By doing that to you," he said smiling. At that moment, I
started blackening out from the drink Justin had given me before Aron
got here. Now this was starting to make sense.
When I woke, I was in a familiar position. Tied with leather
straps to bedposts, with no shirt. It kind of spoiled it, knowing what
was going to happen, moment for moment, but as it turns out, Aron changed
a few things.
He walked in a few minutes later, and performed a strip show for
me. Tossing all his clothes in my face, letting me get a good scent of
him. He got a vibrator out of a dresser, greased it, and shoved it up
my ass, and turned it on. My entire set of organs began to vibrate and
hum, and it actually felt pretty good. He climbed on top of me, and
removed the rest of my clothes, including my pants and underwear, that he
had just pulled down to insert the "joy rider". He climbed up, and
plunged his tounge deep within my mouth. I sucked on it with glee.
I've never used that word before.
He began to lick my chest, and suck on my nipples, making them
smooth and tight. He started to fondle my balls, still vibrating, and
he took the sac within his mouth. He ran his tounge between my two
balls, and slowly up the shaft of my rod. Never missing a spot, he
slowly went up swirling his tounge, taking only a moment's break to
rewet his tounge.
After reaching the head of my cock, he grabbed the shaft with
his hand, and began to jerk me off. Starting slowly, and building
up the momentum. He gained speed, going faster, and still vibrating.
He pumped, and I was groaning. And within seconds, he stopped. Cold
turkey. The vibrator was still going as he called Justin in the room.
Justin walked in wearing nothing, as Aron was. Aron bent him
over, and stuck his tounge deep within his ass, wetting his pink hole.
He stood up, and placed his hard rod within Justin's sweet ass. They
began to hump each other in front of me, with myself in straps, and a
vibrator up my ass.
Aron pulled out, and took Justin's cock within his mouth.
Boy, did he know how to make a guy suffer. To watch these two, while
I was struggling all along was too much. As Aron rubbed Justin's chest,
while vigorously sucking him was incredible. Then, Aron pulled out, and
they both stood up, and rubbed their cocks against each other. They
had appearently rehersed this.
All this was just too much. I shot my load, and my ass tightened
around the vibrating machine, as my wad was spread all over my stomach.
In front of me, both Justin and Aron shot into the air, letting
the come drop onto the floor. My ass was beginning to hurt from the
vibrator still tucked tightly in it. Aron came over, and took it out,
while Justin undid me.
Justin grabbed a little of my cum, and ate it, while Aron
finger-rubbed my ass back to normality.
"All right, Aron, you thanked me," I said. He smiled.
I memorized that face. That smile. I think it was the best
thing that happened, and that was the best facial expression that I
ever got out of him.
We left that afternoon, Aron went home in his car, and myself
and Justin in our truck. I fell asleep.
It had been a couple of weeks since I had really talked to anybody,
then out of the blue, Willie called me up.
"So what have you been doing lately?" he asked. I paused.
"I have been bored as hell. What's going on?"
"Been going down to the track quite a bit. The whole gang has, and
we've been trying to get a hold of you."
"Sorry," I apologized. "I've been in and out, went on a vacation
about 3 weeks ago."
"I heard about that (like I didn't know who told him). How was it?"
"Hot," I told him. It had been 95 degrees, but I think he knew that
wasn't what I meant.
"So anyway, " he started, "are you going to be there?"
"Where?"
"At the track!"
"Sure, I guess. What time?"
"Oh, " he paused, "can you be here about 1 or so?"
"I don't have anything to do, sure"
1pm. I was at the track. Dressed in a super-jock, and running
around this pitiful little track inside a fenced area with my friends. It
wasn't exactly what I had imagined it would be, but it was ok for physical
exercise. But I know of more exciting ways to get your heard rapidly beating
for a half hour or so.
Just about 2pm. All of us, myself, Willie, Tim, Justin, Shawn, and
Steve (Aron was out of town), were in my house. Sitting around, talking.
"So I want to hear about this little trip of yours and Justin's,"
Steve started off. I was getting sick of talking about it. I THOUGHT that
things like that were more or less personal. But with this crowd, as I had
learned, anything can happen.
"What can I tell you?" I started for the Who-Knows-How-Manith time.
"Justin and I went up, Aron was there, and we did a little screwing around.
That's all there is!"
Tim whispered over to Steve. "I bet Aron overtook him."
"HE DID NOT!", I yelled. That quieted everybody down. And I felt
bad for having yelled at Tim. I really cared about the guy, he was a good
man. And I know he didn't do anything intentional to hurt me.
"I have to go," he said getting up. I knew he was just leaving
because he was hurt."
"Tim, don't go."
"No, I really have to."
"Tim," I cut him off in conversation. I got up and walked over to
him. "Tim, I didn't mean to yell. I was out of line...I'm sorry."
He didn't move. But he didn't continue leaving either. I decided to
change the subject.
"Anyone for something else to drink?" I asked the crowd. Everyone
answered at once. I finally just gave up trying to sort out conversational
answers, and just went in and pulled out a six pack. I walked back in, and
Tim wasn't there.
"Where did Tim go?"
Everyone pointed toward my bedroom. I finished handing out cans, and
walked in. Tim shut the door, and walked over to me. He put his hands
around me, and we began to gently kiss. It was small at first, the kind of
thing you do when you're not sure what to do. This was a first for both of
us, and we were taking it slow.
We fell back against the matress, and continued to kiss, building up
speed. We slowed, and he began to undress me. I did the same to him. Once
fully in the nude, he began to give me a body wash with his tounge. He
started from my chest, working my shoulders gently, and moving down, making
small, circular motions as he moved down.
He reached my nipples, caressing them, and wetting them, making them
firm, and ready in attention. He decended lower, gradually to the bottom
part of my rib cage, and gently rubbing the stomach. Getting the sides, and
making them soft.
Lower, to the waistline, and moving down. He caressed my newly grown
pubic hair, making it stand erect, as if finely combed. He massaged my
testicals, until they were firm, and warm.
He moved back up my body, rubbing his stomach against my firm rod. He
placed his tounge in my mouth, while continuing to rub, very slowly. I
rubbed his shoulders and his back, soft and virtually hairless, and massaged
his firm butt. His stomach muscles were caressing my firm lovetool. Letting
the heat flow from his body to mine, and back again. Feeling one another
melt.
I ran my hands through his fine brown hair, feeling the texture as I
did so. My body was filled with tension, but very relaxed at the same time.
I adjusted his penis to rub against my leg, and the feeling of a warm organ
was welcome. He moved with rhythmic motion, like a heartbeat.
I began to orgasm, feeling the hot fluid penatrate the bond. He was
still moving, letting it rub into my body and his. He was soon to follow,
gently massaging my leg with a firm erection.
He stopped, and we continued caressing each other, letting ourselves
relax. He fell beside me. We were both content.
"That...That was incredible," he told me. I watched him say it, and
it came out meaning more than most people could ever try to make it mean.
"I love you, Tim," I told him. He bent over and kissed me.
Out in my living room, things were DEFINITELY a lot wilder than what
Tim and I went through. Shawn was on top of Justin on my couch, Willie and
Steve were upping each other in my kitchen. I walked in there, still feeling
good, and they were wanting me to join in. Somehow, it just didn't seem to
be enough anymore. Sure, I could screw with the "gang", go after Aron (who,
by the way, was becoming a little bit of a bastard lately), and do all the
things that everyone here does, but isn't there more?
I walked back in my living room, and sat down with Tim on (of all
places) my loveseat. But, who could sit down on the couch with all that
bouncing?
I watched Tim for a while, and eventually fell back on him. It was
like that for the better part of the evening, and when everyone had left, Tim
stayed behind.
"Some afternoon," I said, sitting down.
"You are going to have to buy a deodorant housespray to get rid of
the sweat in here."
I laughed. "Can you believe them?"
I looked over at him. I had a light sitting over by where he was
sitting, behind him, and it appeared to make him glow. I watched him for a
while, not really wanting anything but to be with him.
He stayed the night.
I opened my door that Sunday Morning and stared out at the sky. I
always knew it was a Sunday because I got a fat paper and no mail. But what
wasn't a joke was the headline.
"Chicago Murder leaves 1 dead, 24 injured"
It blared at me every time I looked over. That "1" was Aron. He had
been out of town on a business trip to Chicago, walked into a fast food
restraunt to eat, and some nut walked in and started shooting up the place.
Aron was the closest to him, sitting right by the door, and he was shot
severely.
I shut the door and walked back into my bedroom. Tim was still
asleep, and I was careful to be quiet as I got dressed, and walked in the
kitchen.
"John Whyter has been taken into custody for the brutal shooting in a
local Burger King in Downtown Chicago late last night. 24 people were
injured, and a Denver man were killed in the incident. Most of the 24 were
treated for minor injuries and released, a few are in critical condition."
"What's that?" Tim asked. I looked up, and he was standing in the
hallway by the kitchen. I didn't say anything. I got up for more coffee,
and let him look at the paper. He sounded as shocked as I was.
"Oh shit..." he trailed off.
I just sat down and thought about him. We hadn't gotten along with
him in the past couple of weeks, none of our "gang" had. I thought about the
first time though. I remembered:
Aron walked into the classroom. I was still talking with my friend,
the professor when he came in. At a good 5ft 9in, short compared to most of
the people in the class, but he was well built. Blond, short hair, looking
good.
"Who is that?" I asked Jon. Jon was the professer.
"Aron. Why?"
"What do you know about him?"
"Good student. That's as far as I take things in here. Had a
girlfriend for a while, I think. Some lady from another school. They broke
up shortly after school started."
"Why?"
"Don't know," he said.
I was helping Jon in all my spare time, he had enough to do on his
own. He was married for a second time, and his first wife had a kid from
him, and was pregnant with another, and wanted alimony payments from Jon for
it, even though it wasn't his kid. But she never remarried, and her
boyfriend, who she started with while her and Jon were married, ran out on
her, and she needed the money badly.
Add all that on top of a class of 39, and that with the fact he
wasn't there a lot (trips to his lawyer), really made things difficult. I
often subbed for his class when he wasn't there, and that's how I really got
to know some of the kids in his class. That's how I got to know Aron.
Sometime in August I was in for Jon, and I called Aron up.
"Yeah?" he said, letting me know he didn't enjoy my company.
"I need papers from you, where are they?"
"I didn't get to them, ok?"
I was stuck.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked him.
"Don't do anything." He turned around, and went back to his seat. It
was at that moment I first realized that I couldn't make a move on him.
Although I wouldn't admit it till later on, I was physically attracted to
him. He hung around cheerleaders a lot, so I didn't suspect that he was Gay
like I was.
Things didn't change much, untill I made the poor choice of letting
my personal feelings rule my actions. That's when I kidnapped him, and went
to my house. Don't ask me why that changed his feelings towards me, I was
surprised. The next morning things were different. That's when Will came
over to me.
"Aron told me what went on last night," he said, or something like
that. We went through the conversation that I'm sure you've heard before,
and a little later on, I caught Aron out on the campus.
"ARON!" I called over. He came over.
"What?"
"Now I don't get this. You invited me to a party instead of calling
the police. What is going on?" I asked him.
"Nothing."
"Don't give me that shit, Aron."
"Nothing is going on."
He walked away, and I was sure that he was planning something. I
didn't know what. But the party happened that night, and I just decided that
Aron was a man of few words. At that time, anyhow.
Someone knocked on my door. It took me a second to come back to
reality. Tim was reading the article for the fifth time know, my coffee was
cold, as was the house, and everything was silent. I answered the door.
Justin was standing there.
"Have you heard about Aron?" he asked. I indicated the paper Tim was
reading, and Justin came in. He sat down depressed.
"When is the funeral?" Tim asked. I just shrugged. It suddenly
occured to me that I hadn't said anything since I got up.
Justin was just about to cry.
"This really hit you, didn't it?" I asked him.
"Aron and I have...had known each other since the second grade. We
didn't exactly LIKE each other that long, but we knew each other. It wasn't
until High School that we got to know each other." He was beginning to sound
a little better. Sometimes talking about people do that. We went into the
living room and he continued.
"We went running around with each other all through school. I
remember this one time, we ended up driving out of state just to see how far
we could get in an hour, and ended up running out of gas. (He smiled.) Since
it was dark, and at least an hour's walk to the next town, and my parents
knew I was staying at his house, and his parents were on vacation, we just
decided to stay the night in the car.
"I kept watching him, and just the light coming from outside was
beautiful. He was just lying there, watching me, exactly the same thing that
I was doing to him. All of a sudden, he leaned over and kissed me. At first
I was in shock, but I started realizing we were both Gay.
"I had considered that fact all the way from 7th grade, but when
you're that young, you just think "That's disgusting" or something, exactly
what all your friends think. But I just felt like that was how I was. I
didn't bother arguing it, I didn't think it would just "go away" or
something, but I never really did anything about it. I guess Aron knew how
he was, maybe that's why he was around me so much, maybe he knew how I was
before I did.
"We spent that whole night just being relaxed with each other. We
didn't exactly do anything, we kissed a little, but for the most part, just
held each other. I don't think we ever went to sleep."
Justin was beginning to break apart again. I never knew about him
and Aron, and I had never given it any thought. I never really knew what
happened. I remembered in the classroom, before my first adventure with
Aron:
"Don't try to talk to him. He's impossible to deal with," he told
me.
"Why?"
Justin paused. "He thinks he's perfect. I heard him telling someone
else that he's the most popular person in the entire class."
Justin was still sitting on my couch. I asked him, "Justin, how come
you broke up with Aron."
"Well, we never really broke up, he just started hanging around with
the wrong people, and got hard to deal with. He never really recovered from
that."
But whatever he had to "recover" from, he did a pretty good job.
Every one of us, Tim, Justin, Shawn, Steve, and myself, and even Jon were at
his funeral. I introduced Shawn and Jon to Aron's parents, they were the
only ones that they didn't know. I had met them one time in the classroom.
His parents didn't know about myself and Aron, or "Justin and Aron", or
anything like that, but they didn't have to. Justin did. I did. Aron did.
That was enough.
As I was walking to the car, Justin stopped and looked at the
ground where Aron was put.
"I still love you, Aron," he whispered. I put my hand on
Justin's shoulder, and we walked back to the car. I knew that whatever Aron
had done, hadn't really destroyed anything.
It had been more than two days since Aron's funeral. No one had
talked much about him. Tim had been staying with me for several days, since
something serious had evolved. But more than that...something good.
I missed Aron, I really did. I didn't have any idea how much I
really cared about him, and I guess you really don't until they die, but it
actually shocked me how much it hurt me. I was irritable, almost to the
point where Tim would get mad and walk out the door when I would start
arguing. I was hurt, I was depressed, and I felt bad for pushing my feelings
onto other people. Too many times I had sat down and cried over what had
happened.
I visited the place Aron would remain. His parents had bought an
elaborate stone for a marker, but it didn't fit. It somehow gave you the
impression that he was one of the upper class, rich snobs that looked down on
anybody who made less of a salary than they did. But Aron wasn't like that.
I don't care what anyone says, Aron was a real human inside. But I didn't
know how much until I talked to Justin.
Justin had come over a few times in the past few days, but it was
always for idle conversation. Nothing ever serious came from it. We would
always talk about this, and talk about that...but nothing really.
It was Saturday Night. Tim and I had just finished eating, Justin
showed up. By this time, I had known it was him. Tim answered the door, and
Justin walked into the living room.
"I figured it was you," I told him.
He looked at me. He looked at me with the type of expression that
immediately lets you know something has gone wrong. I stopped, and just on
reaction, walked to a chair and sat down, not knowing what to expect him to
say.
"Justin, is there something wrong?"
He fell back against the sofa. He looked like he was in emotional
pain.
"Justin, what is it?"
Still, no answer. He was silent. It was like he was dying inside. I
got up, and sat down next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, and looked
up to Tim in front of me for suggestions. He was as blank as I was.
"Justin" I said, practically begging him to talk to me.
"Oh God..." he whined, as he started to break apart. I pulled him
over to me, and held him for a few minutes, as he was crying into my chest.
It pained me not to know what to do for him. I looked at Tim, who was
looking at Justin. No one said anything.
About an hour later, Justin was lying down on my bed. He was still
upset, but becoming more emotionally stable as time passed. I sat up on the
bed, and Tim was sitting on the dresser in the bedroom. I still didn't know
what to do, but Justin started speaking.
"Nick, I'm sorry about this," he told me.
"Don't worry about it. Really. I understand. I guess I'd expect it
if the same thing happened to me."
More silence. I could hear my digital clock, it was so quiet in
there.
"Can I talk to you. I mean, really talk?" he asked. I motioned for
him to continue.
"I don't mean to be a bother or anything...I just...It...(He paused,
and started again.)...I got into an arguement with Aron the night he left. We
were mad at each other, something to do with...I dunno...I think I got mad at
him because he wouldn't cooperate or something...I got mad, I told him off,
and told him I'd be better of if he died tomorrow."
I sank down into the bed. Now it was starting to make sense, at
least the immediate depression. I put my hand around Justin, some sort of
dubious comfort, but moot at best. I tried to think of ways to make him feel
better.
"What kind of thing did you do together?" I asked. He stayed quiet
for a long time, then continued.
"One of the best times was about the end of last year. We were
running around together, this was shortly after you started to help out with
the course in school:
"Justin, get out here!" Aron yelled. He was sitting in his car in
front of Justin's house. Justin scrambled out.
"I'm hurrying!" he yelled back, almost tripping over himself. He got
in the car, and they went off.
"Didn't you say this thing started at 11pm?" Aron asked.
"Sometime around there. You can slow down, I think this car is
capable of going under 95."
Aron eased up, and stared into the night sky.
"Look," Aron said, point up. Justin gazed into the field of lights
above. The light from the city was getting dimmer as they left the limits,
and the sky kept getting darker.
They pulled up to a lit house, out in the country. Lots of cars were
parked in the area. They walked up, and went inside.
Loud music filled the house, people were crammed from one side to the
other. Aron and Justin had to squeeze through, and eventually went into the
kitchen.
"I'll be right back," Aron told Justin. Aron walked into the next
room, and Justin walked to the doorway. Aron went up to two of the guys
there, and started talking to them. Justin couldn't hear what was going on,
but he noticed some money and a bag change hands. Aron stuffed the bag into
his jacket, and then placed it in a cabnit in the kitchen. Justin walked up.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Aron replied, acting innocent.
"The what, the bag."
"Nothing. Forget it. Go have fun."
"I'm just asking what it was," Justin begged.
"And I'm telling you it's none of your damn business!" Aron shot
back. Justin stood surprised, then turned, and walked out. Aron just shook
his head and walked into the crowd.
"I don't remember now how I got home," Justin told me, sinking deeper
into my bed. "I think I got a ride from someone, but that was a little while
back."
"Did you ever find out what it was?" Tim asked him.
"No. I asked, but he always pushed it off like he did the first
time. He never apologized for snapping either. It was the wrong crowd that
did it."
I fell back onto the bed, thinking about it. It certainly was a
different Aron that I had gotten to know toward the end. I told Justin that.
"Well you know that first time I met him?" I asked Justin.
"Sure."
"Well, that was the first time that I really saw Aron as a person. He
was gentle, considerate. I really loved that. But after a few months, we
started to slip apart. He was with the wrong people, doing the wrong
things...I just..."
Justin slowed. He started to slip back again, getting upset. I
looked at Tim for support.
"Need another story about Aron?" Tim asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I was around him for a while. I remember I was over at his house,
this is when we were still in High school, last winter:
"Have you got a glass?" Tim asked Aron with a mouthful of toothpaste.
Aron ran into the kitchen and got one. He brought it to Tim.
Aron walked over to the stereo and turned it on. One of the soft
stations that Aron's parents listened to was on, and Aron was fixing to
change it when...
"Wait, leave it there," Tim interjected. Aron shrugged and left it
alone. He walked over and got a couple of drinks for himself and Tim. Tim
finished in the bathroom, and sat down on the couch with Aron. The night was
cold outside, but inside the fire in the fireplace cracked and heated the
room.
Since Aron's parents were on vacation, as they were most of the time
on weekends, they were alone. Aron got up and sat down in front of the
fireplace, and Tim did the same. The lights were soft, and the music filled
the room. The glow from the fireplace illuminated the two as they relaxed.
Aron was watching Tim. An occasional glance at first, but gradually
it increased more and more. Aron realized what he was doing and stopped
himself.
"So, do you have any idea what colleage you're planning to go to?"
Aron asked.
Tim looked surprised. "Are we talking about school?"
"Have you got another topic?"
Tim just shrugged, and warmed his hands against the heat of the fire.
"I don't know, actually. Hadn't given it much thought."
"Are you planning to go onto colleage?"
"Sure."
"Are you Gay?"
Tim stopped moving, and looked over at Aron.
"What did you ask?" Tim inquired.
Aron shook his head. "Never mind, ignore that."
"No, I want to know what you asked?"
"Nothing, forget about it," Aron told him. Tim just paused.
"Besides," Aron started, "I think you know what I asked anyway."
Tim had to stop for a moment. "So much for small talk."
"Are you?" Aron persisted.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just a curious feeling," Aron told him. Tim still was a little
surprised.
"All right, assuming I was, what difference would it make?"
"None, really," Aron said. "I just asked."
Tim didn't say anything. He looked back into the fire. He looked
back at Aron, who he found looking at him.
Tim said, "You're Gay too, aren't you?"
Aron didn't say anything, he just continued to look at him, then he
turned at watched the fire.
"That was almost as good as answering me," Tim said. I looked down
at Justin, who was half asleep, half thinking. Somehow he had this image of
a little boy who had just realized there was no Santa. Only the situation
was a little more real.
"Come on," I said, shaking Justin out of his daze. He really did
look a lot better than he did to start with. I got him up, and gave him a
hug, and Tim did the same. We walked into the living room. It was pretty
dark outside, the day had slipped away from us. Justin looked out my windows
into the sky.
"Nick, come here," he called. I walked over, and he pointed out to
the sky.
"See that constallation?" he asked. I looked up.
"Leo?"
"Yeah. That's the first one I saw when I was with Aron that first
night in the car. When we ran out of gas. We started stargazing, and we
both found that one together." He continued to stare up in the sky. "Aron
was a Leo," he told me. I searched the sky and found a few more, but Justin
continued to look at that one. I rested my hand on his shoulder, then walked
into the kitchen, ajacent to the dining room where he was.
"Do you mind if I stay here for tonight?" he asked.
"No problem. Do you want to stay in the spare bedroom or on the
couch?"
"Isn't Tim using the spare bedroom?" I poked my head under the row
of cabnits and looked at him. "Oh," he said. I smiled, and went to the
fridge. "Doesn't matter."
I woke up sometime during the night and walked to the big windows,
looking out. The night had cleared all the clouds that remained in the sky,
so it was relatively clear. I looked for Leo, but it had already set in the
distance. I thought of Aron. I wondered what he was doing right now, if he
could do anything at all. I started thinking about life and death, and all
the usual things you wonder about when a close friend or relative dies. I
wasn't sure exactly what happened, but I didn't worry about it.
Sometimes, when a person dies, he doesn't really die. He just puts
his life into those around him, and in that sense, lives forever. For if
someone is remembered, then they never really die at all. And sometimes,
they live more after death, than they ever did before.
It was probably about a quarter 'till ten when I woke up. It was
Sunday, so I didn't have to worry about getting anywhere early. Tim was
lying beside me, wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.
"Only the same thing we've been talking about for weeks now. I had a
really weird dream last night."
"Aron was in it I assume?"
"Alive and well sipping Pina Coladas on the beaches of Maui."
I smiled, picturing the image.
I walked into the kitchen and started making coffee. "Luke Wells
International Coffees" it said on the side of the can. I started that
brewing, and went into the spare bedroom. Justin had pulled all the windows
and shades completely shut, so he had no concept of night or day, and as a
result, was still asleep as if it were 3am. I opened the shades, and
sunlight from the morning flooded the room. The room was on the front of my
house, and I could see people in my neighborhood out doing the usual for this
time of morning on a weekend. It was a pretty nice neighborhood, a lot of
people retired, a few working class people, and even a few children running
around on the street. It was right out of a storybook, but this was real. I
switched on the radio.
"...and should be partly to mostly cloudy over most of the day, high
very cool, around 74 degrees. Tonight, most of the same, low around 50, and
more of the same throughout the week, highs in the high 70s. This is KHOW,
630 AM."
I went over and pulled off the covers on Justin's bed. He was a slow
waker, and it took quite a bit of noise or commotion to bring him out of
sleep. He meerly turned over, and put his face in his pillow. I just pulled
all the top covers off the bed, and dropped them on the floor. When he
started to get cold, he'd get up.
Music was coming over the radio, bringing in with it something
special. Tim was cooking in my kitchen, and I walked out to get the paper.
"1 dead, 24 injured..." I expected to see that headline start off
again, as it had done two weeks ago on this Sunday. I began to worry a
little that this wouldn't be a good day for Justin, but in the past two
weeks, there weren't any, so it couldn't be much worse.
I went back inside, and began to undo the band, and pull out the
various parts of the paper. Madonna's "Material Girl" was coming over the
speaker, which I had wired all over the house. Justin stumbled into the
living room wearing nothing, and collapsed onto the couch. He was like I
was. Never awake until a hot shower and hot coffee. If I didn't get that,
I'd never make it past the kitchen.
"What is today?" Justin asked.
"July 17th, '88. Want a section of the paper?"
"No thanks."
Tim walked in with two cups of coffee, and gave one to me. He
noticed Justin.
"Oh, Justin, want some coffee?"
"Sure," Justin said. He was still half asleep. The radio came back
on.
"Good morning. This is Hal, it's 10:15. Still no lead to speak of on
that Chicago massacare that occured two weeks ago today, leaving a Denver
man, Aron Mason dead, and 24 injured. Police are still not ruling out the
possibility of a freak shooting. In other news, Democratic nominee Michael
Dukakis is whipping up more campaign spirit with running mate..."
I switched off the radio. Justin was sitting up, wide awake with his
cup. I got the weirdest feeling that he was going to start telling "Aron
stories" again. I didn't have anything against that, but for the past two
weeks, everytime he talked, it was about Aron. This morning, I just didn't
want to hear it. But that never stopped him before.
"I remember one time in High school. He was always getting out of
classes, it was like an obsession with him to see if he could do it without
getting caught. And for four years, he never did. One time he did it with
faking death. He had me call in, and I told him that Aron had died, and we
had it printed in the school paper and everything. (He laughed a little.) He
got out of classes for about three weeks, then went back. Everyone was
shocked, but he just claimed it was a mistake, someone else had died, and he
was all right."
Justin stopped short of finishing the sentence. He looked at me,
realizing what he had just said.
"Why would he do that," Justin asked me. I didn't answer
immediately.
"Tim, call the airlines," I said. Tim hurried out of the room.
Chicago O'Hare Airport. Justin and I landed about 2 in the
afternoon, rented a car, and got on the freeway.
"OK," I started, "where was Aron supposed to go when he was in
Chicago?"
"He had a job interview with some company here. National firm, but
this is where they like to hold all the evaluations."
"Do you know what company?" I asked him.
"Reston Industries."
Within an hour, we found the building in question. A huge sign was
in front, with chrome letters spelling out "RI". We went into the lobby up
to the receptionist.
"Can I help you?" It was a lady sitting behind a huge desk, which
she probably didn't need.
"I want to know if you had an Aron Mason come to this firm two weeks
ago yesterday. He was here for a job interview."
"Just a moment." She pulled out this huge book of appointments and
scanned through. It took a little while, but she ended up going through all
the appointments made. I began to wonder why she didn't have it put in on a
computer, but I wasn't in the mood to suggest ideas.
"I'm sorry, no Aron Mason listed," she told us. Justin turned and
walked away.
"Thanks anyway," I told her, then followed Justin outside. We walked
to the car.
"OK," he said, "he lied to me, and didn't really come here. So just
where in the hell did he go?"
"Do you know what motel he was staying at?"
"No, but it's a good bet it was one of those near the airport."
We started to check around. It took a couple of hours, as it turned
out the motel he was at wasn't near the airport. But it was in our area, so
we went over there. After haggling with the manager, we finally talked him
out of the key to the room. We walked inside.
"What are we looking for?" Justin asked.
"Anything that will tell us what's going on."
We went all over that room several times. It was only a single room,
so there really wasn't that much to cover, but there was nothing. We were
just about to walk out, when Justin happened to glance behind a dresser. An
envelope had falled behind there. It took a little bit to fish it out, but
we finally managed to grab it. It was a letter.
"1200 Grand. 13 A.M."
"What is 13am? There's only 12am, then it's pm," Justin commented. I
didn't know what was going on. We located Grand, and by that time it was
about 6pm, and I was pretty hungary. We stopped in a parking lot, and walked
inside.
"They must be remodeling," I told Justin. Several of the counters
were being torn town, some walls were having some work done. Then it
suddenly dawned on me where we were. I looked up, and the sign read "Welcome
to Burger King."
I tugged on Justin, and we left in a rush. I had lost my appitite,
as Justin had, so we continued to find the house. As it turned out, 1200
Grand was a warehouse. An empty warehouse, actually. We went around the
grounds, but there was nothing.
We heard a voice behind us.
"Freeze assholes!" Then a click of a revolver.
We were drug inside the warehouse. Some guy walked up to us.
"So what are you doing on my property?"
I didn't answer him. He jabbed his fist into my stomach, and I
winced, but tried to hide it. He seemed to be getting impatient.
"What are you doing here?" he repeated. Justin spoke.
"We're just looking for a friend," he said, almost whining. Justin
wasn't the type of person that was used to this. Not that I was, but could
handle this a little better then Justin could.
"Oh a 'friend' are you? And just who might that be?"
I was hoping that Justin would just be quiet. But I knew he couldn't
be, or these people we were dealing with could do some damage. But I didn't
say anthing.
But Justin hesitated. He finally said it though.
"Aron Mason."
Suddenly the guy looked at Justin with interest. "Aron Mason you
say? Well I hate to disappoint you, but the boy's been done blown away. He
did some work for me, and I just couldn't let him continue any longer."
"What work?" I asked him. He looked over at me.
"The same kind of work he's always done." Then he made a motion to
another guy, who shoved us out the door. We were a little stunned, but
none-the-less went back to our car. Actually, we ran all the way back.
We located a hotel near the airport, and stayed the night.
Justin came over to me, as I was getting ready for bed.
"Do you get the feeling that something just isn't quite right?"
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"What's going on with Aron, it just isn't making sense. Like what
that one guy said..."The same thing that he's been doing."...what?"
"Do you want an honest answer?"
"Yes."
"I think he's been running drugs. You remember when you told me the
story about the one party, with the bag. That's what I figured it was."
"Well, that's the first thing I considered. But ever since I knew
him in high school, he's the type of person who's watching out for law, not
breaking it."
"Yeah, but in the past couple of years he's changed. I'm not sure it
wasn't."
He didn't respond. But he looked hurt, like he was going to break
again. I really wished he wouldn't. I walked over to his bed to help him.
He rested his head on my shoulder, and looked out the window. Nothing could
be seen because of Chicago's lights, but the city looked beautiful. I placed
my hand around him, and squeezed him gently, and he kissed me for it.
"Do you want to make love?" he asked me. I pushed him down on the
bed, and we kissed. I relaxed with him, and tried to make this worthwhile.
As we gradually disrobed, I felt like he was treating me like he once treated
Aron. He was gentler than he usually was.
As we continued, I felt like we were becoming the same person.
Somehow, this was really special. I felt like I was really comfortable with
Justin, but somehow I felt like I was cheeting on Tim. Although I never
mentioned this to Justin, it bothered me.
We layed back on the bed, both of us feeling wonderful. But I knew
deep in my heart that I was cheeting on Tim, and more so, I knew Justin was
cheeting on Aron.
I knew Aron was out there somewhere. I was confused about what was
going on, but I didn't want to think about. I fell asleep dreaming, and for
a moment, I felt Aron was with me. I felt he was with Justin. I felt he was
with everyone.