I Only Wanted Aaron

I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 8

by Jordan West

Copyright Jordan West, May 12, 2000 jordanwest19@hotmail.com

NOTE: If sex among teens, homosexual topics, or male-male sex offends you, or if you disapprove of it, or if you are not of the right age to read such things, please stop, read no more, and go elsewhere, to protect your rights and the rights of others.

This story is intended for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY.

This is a gay love story, and includes sex. This story is fiction, and represents no actual persons, living or dead. The names of all the people, places, and things in this story are made up. This is not a story of dirty, smelly sex. It portrays love, and the beauty of sex, not the unsanitary kind.

This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting male high school students under 18. All of the sex in this story is between consenting males. One or more of the scenes may involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in most places, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO TRY THIS IN ANY WAY, OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY. Sex acts should be in total privacy on your own private property.

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WARNING! Reading this PREAMBLE may be dangerous to your health, the health of your pets, or may cause cancer in laboratory rats. OK! J/K!

May 12, 2000

Hi guys,

Well, finals aren't over yet, but I don't have one today, so I actually managed to work late last night, and early today, and keep my self-made deadline!

After Part 8, there will be a break of a few weeks, before the next part gets written.

CORRECTIONS AND STUFF

Scotty and Aaron didn't stick with baseball. It interfered with track, and they decided not to mess up track, since they were both good at it..

Hotmail has been going down a lot lately. Sorry!

So, if you got mail returned, please try again! Thanks.

I gave permission to the author of Dublin-Delights to use the wording of my disclaimer in his story. -- Just so you don't think someone stole it! :-) Dublin Delights can be found in the High School section of Nifty.

PUBLIC POSTINGS

None this week, except for the answer to the `Print Screen question, but, I think you're going to like the answers that were sent in!

LAUGH TIME --- NEW Remember, send me stuff for this! OK?

Blooper from a Church Bulletin:

"On Wednesday night, at 7:30, the Choir Director, assisted by the Organist, will hold a special educational session for the Choir, other singers, and anyone else interested. The title of the session: The Best Way to Practice Sinning Is to Just Start Doing It."

Oooops!

E-MAIL :-)

Thanks for the good e-mail responses!

If there's something that happened in the story that hit you, or something that's not there that you'd like to see, talk about that. I got some nice suggestions this way, last week! Thanks.

I really think about those, and try to do them, if I can.

QUESTION OF THE WEEK

OK. This is not made up stuff or busy stuff, it's real questions I have, that I'm too lazy to look up. OK?

This Week's Question

"What does it mean if your system freezes with the mouse pointer frozen, and all three lights -- NumLock, CapsLock, and Scroll Lock blinking, together, at the same time?" I've GOT to know this, and I can't figure it out!

Last Week's Question and Answer

"Can you really use the "Print Screen Key" (using Windows), to capture what is on your screen? How do you do it? Also, I hear there is stuff that key won't capture. Is that true?"

Thanks, to Brew23, Dan, and Ken, and others who wrote in with answers!

Yes, You can! The Print Screen key doesn't actually print the screen, but copies it into the clipboard. You can paste it into an application like Paint, or Microsoft word, where you can manipulate it and/or print it out. People use this to capture screens to put in a user manual or capture other graphics.

[Well, that follows logically. The 'Print Screen' key doesn't print your screen, just like the 'Scroll Lock' key doesn't lock your scroll. Now, things are starting to fit together. Clipboard. Yeah, right.]

If you want to capture everything you see on your monitor, (all Windows), you press the Print Screen key. On some systems, you press Shift-Print Screen, instead, but I don't know why.

To use your capture, you go into Paint, or MS-Word, (be sure and pick Page Layout' from Word's View' menu, or you wont see your capture on the screen), or use any graphics program, and hit Ctrl-V,' for paste -- or use your Edit' menu to find the `Paste' feature. Then you can print it or save it. Or both. Then, if you're in Word, lets say, you can use the crop tool, and other drawing tools, to edit your capture.

If you do ALT-PrintScreen, (instead of just `Print Screen'), the system copies just the current, front most, or "Active" window, (rather than everything you see on your monitor), into the clipboard. You can just click on a window or its "Title Bar," to make it "Active."

I still don't know what kinds of stuff the `Print Screen' key won't capture, but this much is great to have!

THANKS AGAIN

THANKS FOR YOUR E-MAILS! Thanks to everyone who e-mailed me, (yessss)! ...and shared your thoughts with me. That is ALWAYS awesome.

All of you guys who wrote in for any reason, really. Thanks!

I love to hear from all of you! MOST of the things you guys write, I find exciting. But I love to hear ANYTHING you have to say -- about the story -- good or bad -- or about you -- or whatever. :-)

It's so great when you write to me more than once, too!

Don't slow down now! LOL. Thank you! :-)

Your e-mails keep me writing, you know?

So if you haven't written to me yet, what are you waiting for? I promise to answer. A real answer, I don't use 'form letters' and I don't cut and paste, unless I'm sending a quote.

I LOVE all your comments, critiques, and stuff about YOU! THANKS! And don't be shy if you spot a mistake, or have a question, or if something is confusing, OK? I like to hear about that too. And I'll try to explain. Or else, I can correct it for next time. :-)

Well, that's it, for now.

--Jordan jordanwest19@hotmail.com

I ONLY WANTED AARON - PART 8

by Jordan West

Copyright Jordan West,May 12, 2000

jordanwest19@hotmail.com

. . . Watching Aaron pull my shirt off and throw it across the room had been like watching a video on fast-forward. God, he was quick! And his football fingers gripped so tight! But his hands were even faster to pin my arms down to the bed. `Oh my God!'

My eyes locked on Aaron's. I broke out in a sweat, his eyes were probing -- full of love and lust -- and that certain something that you cant define, but it drives you crazy. I had no idea what my eyes looked like, right then, but Aaron had taken me over so completely, in that piercing, potent look of his.

I was naked. I stared at Aaron's shorts. He got the message and pulled them off quickly, kneeling over me now. I sat up, and my mouth went for his cock in less than half a second.

Aaron shoved me back down on the bed, so hard. I got scared. I think he realized it, because he gave me this warm look and then a kiss that went right through me. Mmmmmm! All better now.

Better? I was so horny I was DYING!

"Aaron, I'm so--"

. . . And he put his hand over my mouth. `Oh God, yes, Aaron, take over. Shut me up or whatever! Yes!' I was ready to cum right then!

I looked into Aaron's eyes. They had a warm, loving and horny look, all at once. He wasn't as gentle as before, but I could see he was under control, so I decided I liked that. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to do what he wanted with me, but still, I wanted to be sucking him, so bad! I licked his hand through my lips, and saw his dick throb in reply. `Oh, yes. This was going to be good!'

. . . Part of me wanted to just suck his sweet cock, and make Scotty shoot, but I wanted to try and tease him now, draw it out, bring him up higher, before he reached his climax -- before I let him cum. I started licking his knees, and slowly up his legs. When I got close to his groin, I jumped up to his neck, and worked down to his pecs. Scotty was going crazy, and I was too. I could feel my cock bouncing and pre-cumming.

I surrounded his nipple with licks far a while, and when my lips and tongue finally pounced on the center of it, Scotty jumped -- really jumped. He sucked in a breath so fast. It was amazing. Except for his dick, he was limp and helpless, now. No strength to him. Damn that fucker got horny so fast.

I don't know why I picked that moment do it, but I wanted to play with Scotty. I didn't even tie the rope -- just laid it over his damn sexy, well-built chest, and told him I tied him down -- arms and all. Scotty was so out of it, he bought it. Then he moaned. His cock twitched and throbbed until I thought it would fly across the room on its own! Fuck!

He believed me. He was moving his arms, lifting the rope with each thrash of his hands, but I guess he was so sexed up by this time, that it didn't register I had fooled him, so I threw a second rope, across his feet, without tying it, and he squirmed and moaned so much, I thought he would cum. I knew he liked it, now.

"Aaron, oh God! I gotta cum!"

"Hang in there, Scotty."

. . . What was he saying? Hang in there?

"Aaron, please!"

. . . I licked the space behind Scotty's nuts, and he shivered so bad, the bed shook. Damn, this was more than sweet, but my cock was loving this too much! Here I was, wanting to make it last and last for Scotty, and I was having trouble holding my own cum! I held his wrists down, not too hard, and licked the bottom part of his nuts. That fucker was strong, he kept bucking, hard, so I had to concentrate on holding his cute little horny body down, and try to lick just right at the same time. He was moaning and begging now, and I wondered how much he could take. No way did I want to go too far. But, shit, how could I tell?

. . . I was so horny I was weak. I could hardly move. The red and white clouds were replaced with black, and globs of white explosions streaking through. I just wanted his chest -- his chest on me, and my heart going into him, but my dick felt so good and was throbbing so bad, all I could feel was the heat of my cock spreading lightning all over my body. I was breathing so fast and so hard, but it felt good... so damn good!

I licked Scotty fast now -- short little licks, like snake tongues -- all in no special order. His legs, then his nipples, down to his tight nuts, and when I licked at the base of his dick, he about screamed! Shit!

"Aaron!! Uhhhhhhhhhh, ahh, ......oh... please I... uhhhh... I gotta... cum..... please!"

. . . I got an idea what might help Scotty calm down. I went up to his

neck, and laid flat on him, and rubbed his arms. That seemed to work.

"Ohhhhhh... mmmmmmmm. Yeah... oh Aaron! Oh, yeah."

. . . That felt so good. My chest was going into his, now. God yes, let him stay like this. But my dick was burning, and I didn't know what I was feeling, exactly, but it was so hot!! I wanted to cum, I wanted to hug him, I wanted it all at once.

"Aaron, I love you."

"Love you so much, baby. You OK?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm... real OK.......... Ohhhh God, yes."

"Scotty, your dick doesn't feel like it's gonna break, right?"

"Um... well... it's, uh, getting there, but--"

. . . I had to kiss him now, tongue him real good, hoping to send him in another direction, but there was his cock, pushing into me like it was going to drill a hole in my abs! Shit! `Calm down, Scotty!'

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

. . . I kissed him hard. I grabbed his ears, his face, his neck. Finally, I rubbed his shoulders, and that worked.

"Aaron, yeah..... yeah. Ohhhh."

. . . I held Scotty like that for a long time, then, it was time to attack his sweet nuts! Yeah! See how long he can last. Shit, I hope I don't make him cum just doing that! I don't know. Can a guy cum just by having his balls sucked?

"Scotty, you OK?"

"Urrrfffff, yorrrffflll uhhhhhhhhhhh yoorsssssss."

. . . I guess that was a yes. He didn't sound like he was dying. I took his nuts into my mouth, real slow. Yeah, that's it, Scotty, just moan. Damn, he tasted good, and smelled so damn good!

I took my hands and rubbed his sweet, sexy, body -- that hard, worked-out, track body -- and I loved that his hands were everywhere on me. Sometimes Scotty was slapping me, but he couldn't know what he was doing, he was so gone by this time. I put my hands under his perfectly smooth boy-ass! Oh, man! He had buns, real buns! Real, hot, tight, athlete's buns! His nuts were doing a dance in my mouth.

Scotty must have been desperate to cum – beyond reason, because as weak as he was, he pulled his arms out and pushed his wet, hard dick toward me. He sounded weak too, and his face was red as hell. I noticed his dick was too. He keeps saying it's little, but for 16, he had a damn good size!

"Aaron, urrrrphhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh........... please, I—"

. . . My mouth dropped on his dick, like an anchor. I figured he couldn't take any more delay, and I couldn't either. I wasn't teasing any more. I was going for the cum, Scotty's cum! His face was propped up on the pillows, and he sure looked angelic! DAMN!.

I kept my mouth almost open, so I wouldn't be touching his cock real hard. It was throbbing bad enough already, I wanted him to have at least a little time to enjoy being sucked.

I was really loving sucking my angel boy, looking down at his dick and then up at his face, again. I couldn't control my mouth at that point, and started to squeeze his cock with my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh.... Ohhhhhhh, YEAH!"

. . . Sounded to me like he was going to cum, so I started squeezing his nuts. A little pain should slow him down, I figured.

"Urrrrrrrrgggggggg.......... yeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ...Uhhhhh!"

. . . Shit! I was wrong! Damn! I know I squeezed hard enough to hurt, but there was Scotty, my boy, cumming like hell!

. . . I thought I was cumming the contents of my body. Everything blurred and spun, until I couldn't think. My mind turned white with every pulse of my dick, and I could see Aaron, swallowing my cum.

. . . I was so fucking horny, but I was worn out. I think I swallowed about eight times! Holy shit!

When Scotty finished cumming, I could see he couldn't talk, and I was just so buzzed.

. . . It was weird, it was so quiet. It was dead quiet. I could see the look of love in Aaron's eyes, and I just closed mine. I wondered if he was thinking the same things – how much I loved him and could feel his love. Mmmmmm!

I don't know if we fell asleep there, but it was quiet for a long time.

"Hey, sexy boy."

"Oh, Aaron. I......... I just.... That felt so good, mmmmm, ohhh!"

"I love you, Scotty."

"Aaron, ohhhhhhh OHHHHHHHH!"

. . . I could hear that a million times, and I couldn't get tired of it. He was hugging, and kissing me now.

"Shower time, Scotty?"

"Oh, God, Aaron...... No, I couldn't right now, I--"

"It's ok, baby. Relax, angel boy."

"Angel boy? Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about that, stud boy."

"Hey, you were the stud, you damn near drowned me, little dude!"

. . . We both laughed at that.

"Scotty how bout a Coke, that should wake us up."

"Yeah, good idea."

. . . I could see Scotty start to get up.

"No, little dude, stay put! I'll get the Cokes"

. . . Wow! Aaron was giving me room service, now! `Holy poop!' I wanted to be the one to get them for him, but, no way could I walk now.

The Coke sure did taste good, and it really woke us up.

"OK, Aaron. I think I can walk now. Shower?"

"Oh, Yeah! Let's do it!'

. . . Aaron adjusted the temperature of the shower, while I leaned against the wall, still a little dizzy from the awesome sex we just had. I couldn't wait to get him back in bed and make love to him – suck him like he did to me.

When we stepped into the shower, the warm spray weakened my knees. Aaron's arms were right there around me, and he helped me keep standing. `God, he was sweet.'

We washed and rinsed as fast as we could. Why we were rushing, I still don't know. Maybe it was habit after all those late showers after phys ed. As we were drying, I wondered what time it was. It was still really light out. Then I remembered I had to call my mom.

"Aaron, do you know what time it is?"

"Clock's right behind you, up there."

. . . I turned around to look where Aaron was pointing.

"Where?"

"Shit, you're looking right at it, little dude!"

"Oh, God!"

. . . The clock blended with the wallpaper, so it was hard to spot.

"Scotty, you OK? It's right in front of you!"

"Oh, no, I see it now. It's just—"

"Shit, you had me scared, little dude. You sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"OK. Then tell me what time it says."

"It says, 3:02."

. . . I really wasn't feeling the greatest, right that second, and I had to feel better before I called mom. Her radar would know right away something was wrong, then that would be the end, for now.

"I better feed you boy. I think you shot all your energy out, just now."

. . . Except for between his pecs, Scotty had almost no hair. He looked like this cute little kid, all smooth and shiny, especially in the shower. My dick was hurtin' hard! And Scotty was staring.

"I think you better feed me with that, Aaron," I said, looking at his hardon, which looked like it was so brittle it might break off.

"Oh, no you don't! You need some real food, boy! I got cold-cuts, and I got macs n cheese, and I know how to make them!"

"Whatever you think, Aaron."

. . . Damn, I was horny!

"Huh? Oh yeah Scotty... the sandwiches would be faster. Let's do that."

. . . I was too busy hugging my guy, to answer. My hunk, quarterback-to-be lover! After a few, he took my hand and led me to the kitchen, and guided me to a chair. Aaron was a star athlete, all rough and tough, but he sure knew how to be caring.

I was hoping he wouldn't ask what cold cuts I wanted. I was too out of it to decide, much less care. But I was snapping out of it now, slowly.

Before long, the sandwiches and some milk was in front of me, and it all disappeared almost instantly. Aaron ate a little more slowly, but I could tell he was famished, too.

We looked at each other, and as Aaron reached across the table to get my hand, he knocked over his glass, which didn't have much milk in it, but still, there was a puddle on the table. I braced for a stream of cuss words. I winced, really, with my eyes shut.

Nothing. Silence. I opened my eyes, and Aaron just smiled. He got up calmly, grabbed a few paper towels and wiped it up. Then he smiled more.

"No use cryin over spilled milk, right little dude?"

"Yup," I said, grinning. `Holy shit! I thought Aaron was tough. Now I knew he was strong! My dad always said that patience took strength, but I never expected this from Aaron! WOW! There was nothing I could say, and Aaron wasn't making any kind of big deal about it, so I said nothing.

Well, almost nothing."

"Aaron, you're wonderful." That got me a big grin.

"So you liked the sandwiches, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Perfect. Aaron, I better call my mom, now."

"Shit, little dude, I forgot all about that."

. . . It wouldn't go down. Damn! Was I going to be hard the rest of my life? I prayed that Scotty could stay. I guess for selfish reasons. I loved him, and I wanted to be with him -- I didn't want to jack off now. I wanted him! He was done on the phone and on his way back to the kitchen.

"I can't stay................ Oh, Aaron!" I was ready to cry.

"It's OK, little dude, I knew you had to go back sometime. We'll just get you packed up, and--"

"No, I don't have to be back until 7:00. it's only 3:30 now."

"Thank God."

"What?"

"Oh, nothin, little dude. I was just glad you could stick around. That's all. Well, not all all, but, you know."

. . . I was smiling, almost laughing, now. God, was he losing it too? I bent down to get a good look at Aaron, from under the table.

"You're right, Aaron. I do know... now!"

. . . He was hard as hell! And now, he was blushing!

"Yeah, well.......... I am a little horny."

"A little? Damn, your wet and hard, and it looks like it's going to explode, Aaron!"

. . . Then we both got up, and hugged. Just stood there and hugged, like we had before. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!

"You want me to take care of that for you, Aaron?"

"Yeah. Let's just hug a while."

. . . I could hear the couch calling him!

. . . We dozed off for a few, on the couch, and woke up around 4:00. It was Coke time, I could just tell.

"I'll bet you want a Coke now, right, Aaron?"

"Shit, little dude, how'd you know?"

"Oh, I have my ways!"

. . . Boy, that Coke tasted soooooo good!

"I need a shower."

"Scotty, We just took a shower, dude!" Aaron said, almost panicked.

"Oh, right."

"Damn!" I think you need a massage, or something, little dude." Aaron sounded worried.

"God, that sounds great, Aaron, but really I'm OK. I was just thinking about what shape Brian would have my room in."

"I thought you had your own room. What's your brother doing in your room?"

"He likes to sleep there when I'm gone, but he like takes it over."

"Don't think about it, OK, Scotty? Come on, let get you back in shape."

. . . In the bedroom, Aaron put me on my stomach, and massaged everything from my shoulders down.

"How's that feel?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, great!"

"Well, turn over."

. . . I closed my eyes a sec, and all I could see was his dick, in my mind. I wanted to suck him. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to wrap myself around him and crawl inside him. I was going nuts!

Aaron knew it was his turn. As I sat up, he laid down on his back. I turned around, and knelt over him, looking, again, into his sparkling eyes.

I went down from my kneeling pose to a pushup position and realized that looked stupid. I lowered my body slowly. My dick touched his leg a few seconds before my lips found his. His kisses were awesome! Tongues, lips, teeth, hips, legs -- everything moving everywhere at once, all over our hot, sweaty bodies. I slipped my hands over his pecs and they were like steel.

Electricity shot up my arms, and down my spine, and I thought I would shoot! All the time I was kissing him and thinking of his dick. I knew I would cum unless I got my dick off his body.

I got back up to kneeling, and my mouth went to his dick. I wanted to take it all, and all of a sudden I was licking it.

"Oh, shit, Scotty, God damn, ahhhhhhh!"

. . . That's all I needed to hear and my dick got harder. It started to hurt.

My lips found the tip of Aaron's penis, and I slowly sank down on it. I moved my tongue back and forth, thinking this would feel good to him. I could feel my body getting hotter. I was tasting his pre-cum!

"Ahh YEAH! Scotty, UHHHHHHHH!

. . . My body was shaking. I was sucking him. Aaron! All those fantasies, tons of fantasies, and now it was REAL! And he was LIKING it. My head was swirling as bad as my dick was twitching. He was so big.

I wanted all of him but I could only get half in. The sweet, light scent of him from his pubes, was awesome. I pushed and pulled with my mouth, feeling Aaron's body twist around, in the bed. He was shaking, too!

"Oh shit, little dude yeahhhh... uhhhh! ...........Oh, fuck!"

I wanted his cum so bad, I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure so I stopped.

"Oh SHIT! Oh no, little dude no. YES! Yeah! Fuck! UHH! Good idea, yeah, stop. Cool. Oh fuck Scotty your mouth is so fuckin hot."

"Oh Aaron! Oh GOD! You want me to stop? I want your cum SO BAD! I wanna make you feel good!!!"

"Yeah. Stop for a few. Geezus, God that's so good, little dude."

"OK, Aaron. Why though? Why stop?"

. . . I knew it was good for him, so far, anyway. His body was still shaking a little, and his golden skin was so hot, shiny from sweat. The whole thing, discovering Aaron, touching him, BEING with him, now SUCKING him!! I couldn't believe it. I was so close to cumming, myself, I bit my lip.

Aaron smiled as he started to talk.

"OK. If ya keep stopping, ya take longer to cum. It builds up more and when you shoot, it's a blast and you feel it more. You ever try that little dude?"

"I thought you said letting it build up was bad."

"No, this is different, Scotty." He was still out of breath.

"I heard guys talk about it but I thought they were lying. Do lots of guys do that, Aaron?"

. . . I was stroking his dick with my hand real slow, staring at it. I didn't want to let go of my dream.

"Uhh... Oh YEAH! Tons of guys do it that way."

"I don't know Aaron, I figure when I'm horny I just cum. Feels good to ME."

"Yeah, I know Scotty, I been there."

"You really want to stop?"

"Yeah."

"Aaron, what are your grades like?"

"Come on, little dude, I don't want to talk about that, now!"

"Why not?"

"Shit, Scotty, I know about yours, why don't you know about mine?"

. . . `Boy, was he a master of getting the upper hand, or what?' I was tingling!

"You know about my grades, Aaron? You serious?"

"Yeah."

"OK, then, what are they?"

"All A's, except you got a B once, in math. Musta been sick that day. And a B last year in Art."

Now I knew there was a whole big part of Aaron, that he was hiding, and I was going to find out what it was. I had an idea.

"Wow! How did you know?"

"Hey, little dude, like you said, `I have my ways.' Right?"

"So, Aaron, you don't want to tell me yours?"

"What difference does it make? We love each other right?"

...'Damn! He REALLY knew how to take control!'

"Aaron, I know you love me, and I would do anything for you, I love you so much."

I hoped that would start to break his resolve. Soften him. I had to. Aaron grinned, and his eyes got warmer.

"So, OK, Aaron, I won't try to make you tell me. I don't want to do that to you. I really do want to know -- it doesn't matter how bad they are -- but if you don't want to talk about it, I respect you, you know that, I think."

. . . Aaron looked so thoughtful now, like he was making a huge decision. He wasn't looking right at me anymore, he was looking down, at the table. His voice got real rough, and very soft.

"Mostly A's, Scotty. Like yours."

Postscript: To be continued? Even one favorable comment will help make sure that more will be written. Write to: jordanwest19@hotmail.com :-)