BRAD, MARTY, & AARON - PART 6
Over the next few weeks Brad and Aaron spent as much time together as they could, though privacy wasn't always easy to find. Marty, who was now in the midst of a passionate romance with Jake, was generous in letting them use his apartment. However, even this wasn't always convenient; at times Marty's daughters were there, and at others Jake was there. So, there were quick kisses and gropes in corners of the locker room and other odd locations, and the two young men became experts at quick blow and hand jobs with only their cocks out of their clothes. There were even a couple sessions under a blanket in the back of the Nomad, but it was such an easily-recognizable car that this was very risky.
Brad's grades had improved somewhat when he started spending more time with Marty, but Tim and Jill were amazed to see his grades improve even more after Aaron came on the scene. Aaron seemed to have a knack for explaining things to Brad in a way that made sense to him, but he was insistent that he was only helping. Brad still had to do his own work, unlike some of the other school jocks whose girlfriends wrote papers and did research to keep them from flunking. Brad noticed how pleased Aaron was when he received a good grade on a test or paper, and this in some undefined way made him work even harder on his studies.
Not that studying was always without problems. One evening, Brad and Aaron were sitting at a table in Brad's room reading their textbooks when Aaron said "do you MIND? We're supposed to be studying here!"
"I really don't think you want me to stop," Brad smirked back, and instead of withdrawing his hand from Aaron's thigh, he reached farther on to grope what definitely was not a soft dick in Aaron's pants. Aaron realized Brad was right, and his hand found Brad's under the table. Their fingers intertwined and he leaned over to kiss Brad.
However, he managed to pull away after only a moment, reminding Brad "we, I mean YOU, really have to finish this chapter tonight. Let's try to concentrate on it." Just a few pages later, Aaron felt the familiar fingers wander up inside his shirt to his nipple, which they expertly found and had hard in an instant. Aaron tried to give an exasperated look, but it was extremely difficult to hide the fact that he enjoyed what was happening. "C'mon Aaron," Brad said, "you know what I want."
"Well, go ahead and take it then," Aaron answered, still trying his best to sound annoyed.
In an instant, Brad was between Aaron's knees unzipping his pants. As the zipper slid down, he said "I think I smell a rat here. What kind of a guy comes over saying he wants to study, but isn't wearing any underwear??"
"I guess you caught me there," Aaron answered, with a little mock-sheepishness in his voice.
Brad didn't wait to talk any more. In a flash, he had Aaron's pants down around his ankles and his dick in his mouth. With the fingers of one hand working Aaron's nipples, Brad sucked harder and faster. His cocksucking technique had improved rapidly, and soon Aaron was having difficulty staying still in the chair and his voice down. Brad's wet, warm lips slid down, the back up the length of Aaron's cock, then wrapped themselves around the head. He heard fast, shallow breathing and increased his stroking/sucking technique while squeezing Aaron's nipple hard. Aaron's entire body shivered, and he let out a huge breath at the same time that he shot a big wad into Brad's mouth. Brad sucked it down eagerly, then looked up, grinning.
Aaron smiled and reached out to stroke Brad's cheek. Brad rose partially from the floor, and Aaron hugged him close for a "thank you" kiss. In another moment, he had his pants back up, and they were both concentrating on their books again. In about 45 minutes they finished the chapter, and Aaron was satisfied with Brad's answers to his review questions. Aaron gathered his books and got ready to leave.
Brad followed him downstairs, where Aaron said "goodnight" to the Taylor family. He then said "Brad, I think you may have left something in my car. You'd better come check." They went out the back doors and started to cross the yard.
"What do you mean about leaving something in your car? You know I didn't."
"This is what I mean," Aaron answered, as he pushed Brad into a dark corner. His lips were on Brad's and they hugged each other close. There was just a trace of Aaron's jism in Brad's mouth as tongues explored mouths. Aaron very quickly had his hand on Brad's bulging crotch, and a few seconds later had his pants halfway down to his knees. Aaron dropped his knees and started kissing the inside of Brad's thigh, which he knew would drive him crazy. He slowly worked his way up, then paused a moment with the soft fuzz on Brad's balls tickling his chin and the cock just above them across his face. He looked up at Brad, and even in the dim light, the lust and possibly something a bit more burned in their eyes. Actually seeing his cock feed into Aaron's mouth was almost as arousing to Brad as the sensation of his hot, wet mouth. Brad's hips began to thrust as he gently guided Aaron's head.
His speed increased automatically, but Aaron sensed he was near shooting, and abruptly pulled his mouth free. "Come on, don't stop now," Brad hissed. Aaron waited a few seconds, then continued the blowjob. Twice more, he stopped, with Brad practically pleading for him to keep going. Finally, Aaron increased his suction and speed.
"Ooooohhhhh...." Brad softly moaned, "oh Fuck!" His first jet of cum hit the back of Aaron's throat so hard he almost coughed, but he kept swallowing the successive waves until they finally stopped. It took a minute for Brad to catch his breath, but when he did, he pulled Aaron to his feet to return the thank-you kiss Aaron had given him earlier.
They stayed in each other's arms for several more minutes before they reluctantly had to let go. "Get lots of sleep tonight," Aaron murmured, "you'll need it for the game tomorrow."
"I won't have any trouble sleeping after this," Brad answered as he copped a last feel of Aaron's butt. After another quick kiss Aaron was gone. Brad slipped into the house without attracting any notice, and within a few minutes was sound asleep. Aaron was content as he drove home, but still wished for more time and privacy.
The next day was so busy that neither guy had any time to even say hello to each other, though they did exchange glances as Brad and the other team members suited up in the locker. Aaron was busy making sure all the team's equipment was in order and on the field at the proper time.
Up until three quarters of the way through, the game was fairly routine. The opposing team was generally considered to be the inferior of the two. However, something suddenly gave them a greater will to win, and an easy victory for Brad's team suddenly didn't seem so apparent. Brad was playing harder than he normally had to. Perhaps this made him a little more tired than usual, and he possibly was less alert. However, for whatever reason, Brad suddenly realized the ball he had thought was at the opposite end of the field was now very near him. He moved towards it, and without warning felt what seemed like two freight trains hit him.
He went down in a pile of bodies, and as his left leg twisted, he felt a searing pain shoot from his knee all the way to his ankle. The officials called time out, and began to sort out the tangle of players' bodies. Brad was on the bottom, but when he was finally uncovered, the pain in his leg was so severe that he couldn't get up. Brad flinched as gentle hands examined his knee, which was already swelling.
Through the haze of pain Brad realized that it was Aaron carefully removing his shoe and sock, taking care not to disturb his knee any more than necessary. He next felt an ice pack being strapped to his knee. Unknown to Brad, Aaron had watched aghast as Brad went down in the mass of players. He sensed, rather than saw that Brad was injured, and was on the field with his large first aid kit before coaches or anyone else even realized anything was wrong. Aaron expertly fastened a splint around the injured leg, and when the paramedics arrived a moment later there wasn't much left for them to do except move brad onto a stretcher. As careful as they were, Brad's face was distorted with pain, his teeth clenched.
The Taylor family converged on the stretcher as it came off the field, displacing Aaron from his place beside it. Jill was nearly beside herself with a mother's concern for an injured child, though Tim managed to remain reasonably calm. Aaron could not see past the crowd of people around the ambulance, but for a very brief instant Brad's face came into view, and their eyes locked. In another moment, the ambulance doors were closed and it was pulling away. Aaron stood for several minutes, watching until the big red and white vehicle was out of sight. Only then did he realize that the remainder of the game had to played, and he still had his duties to carry out.
For Aaron, the rest of the game was hardly more than a blur. He performed his duties automatically, his mind several miles away at the hospital emergency room. The game turned out to be a stunning defeat for his team, but he hardly noticed. As soon as he could get all his gear put away he was running to his car, and seconds after that was driving as fast as he could towards the hospital.
When he arrived there he found that Brad had been admitted, and Aaron took the elevator to Brad's floor. He slipped unnoticed past the small lobby where Tim and Jill were in the middle of an extremely serious-looking consultation with two doctors. The only thing he was able to hear was Tim's voice asking "so orthoscoptic surgery isn't an option?" To Aaron's ears, this did not sound promising, but he continued on to Brad's room, where he slipped in quietly.
He found Brad resting quietly in his hospital bed. Medication had dulled the throbbing pain in his knee, but he looked very pleased to see Aaron. "How are you feeling?" Aaron asked.
"Better. My knee still hurts, but they've got me pretty well doped up. They've already told me that I'm going to have surgery tomorrow morning, so I guess I won't be on the soccer field for a little while, at least." Aaron had already heard that the operation would not be of the orthoscopic type, which leaves only a tiny incision. He knew that this likely meant there would be a major incision which would take a long time to heal. Brad continued "they x-rayed my injured knee first. Then they said they wanted to do a cat scan. What I don't understand is why they scanned BOTH of my knees."
Fear and uncertainty showed on Brad's face. With automatic instinct Aaron's hand found Brad's, and they silently held hands for several minutes. They were so absorbed in each other that they were startled to hear the door open, and someone come into the room. They immediately released their hands, but not fast enough to be unseen. Almost in unison they said "Jake!"
Jake quickly surveyed the scene, and then smiled. His white nurse's uniform emphasized his dark good looks as he moved into the room. He gave both guys a kiss, then proceeded to take Brad's blood pressure and temperature. "Brad, your coach is here, and I think he'll be down here with your mom and dad in just a minute." Looking at Aaron, he said "there's a small waiting room at the south end of this corridor that almost nobody uses. Head down there and I'll come get you when the coast is clear."
With a quick kiss on Brad's lips, Aaron was gone without a sound. "Jake, I think there's something they're not telling me," Brad said. "Can you tell me what it is?"
Jake looked at Brad's chart and said "not entirely, but the radiology reports aren't all back. What I can tell you is that you're going to be out of commission for at least two months. You should be walking before then, but you won't be able to do anything strenuous, and that unfortunately includes soccer."
Brad was stunned, but before he could say anything more, his parents and coach were in the room. Jake left the room, and they confirmed what Jake had told him. Jill wanted to stay with Brad all night, but Tim managed to persuade her that it would much more helpful if she got a good night's sleep. "Besides," Tim continued, "Marty's friend Jake is a nurse on this floor and he'll take very good care of him." Reluctantly she agreed, saying that they would be back before Brad went into surgery in the morning.
After the Taylors had left, Jake found Aaron and said he could see Brad again. The ward was quieting down for the night and there was not much activity in the halls. Jake told Aaron "I'm going to put a `do not disturb' sign on the door. You can have an hour with him, and then you've got to clear out."
Aaron sat quietly next to Brad's bed for a short while, neither of them saying much. Aaron went to the door, opened it quietly, looked out, then let it close. He switched off the lights and moved back to the bed. Brad heard Aaron's shoes drop softly to the floor and the sound of his pants being unbuckled and unzipped. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting undressed. What do you think?"
A moment later, Brad felt Aaron slipping carefully into bed with him. Brad's right arm reached out and hungrily pulled him close. Their kiss was long and passionate, but it eventually broke, and Aaron snuggled close to Brad, his main object being to stay in contact with him for as long as possible. However, despite the pain medication and serious injury, Brad's cock was standing straight up almost immediately. Aaron's was in a similar condition seconds later.
Aaron felt Brad's fingers encircle his cock under the covers, and he reached out to find Brad's cock. The confined space didn't allow for much more, but Brad threw back the sheets so both guys could look down at their hard cocks as they jacked. Aaron's hand pulled skillfully and lovingly at Brad's cock, stroking with a gradually-increasing rhythm. Brad matched the tempo with Aaron's cock, and before long both of them were breathing faster and thrusting upward. Brad turned to lock his lips on Aaron's as their stroking shifted into top speed, and they shot their wads at the same time. Brad released the kiss long enough to catch his breath, feeling Aaron's warm cum on his hand. Aaron re-initiated the kiss, but broke it in a couple minutes and got up to find a washcloth.
With the warm washcloth, he wiped Brad's cum off of his hand, and his own cum out of his pubes. He rinsed the cloth and repeated the same process for Brad. He snuggled up to Brad again, and soon heard Brad's breathing become steady and soft. He carefully took Brad's arm from around his shoulders and slipped out of the bed. Dressing quickly, Aaron leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Brad's lips.
Walking softly down the hall, Aaron caught Jake's eye. "He's asleep now," he told Jake, who followed him to the elevator.
Waiting for the elevator, Jake told Aaron "don't worry. We'll take good care of him." He quickly gave Aaron a hug and a kiss and propelled him into the waiting elevator with a pat on the ass.
As the elevator doors closed Aaron thought "I'll make DAMN sure they take good care of him!"
TO BE CONTINUED.....