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House Party - Chapter 3
Aaron collapsed into his bed, yawning hugely. It had been a long day: Brad stayed at his house for several hours, seemingly reluctant to leave. When Aaron had asked if he wanted to stay the night, Brad seemed genuinely regretful that he couldn't.
"My sister's coming back from the coast tonight. She won't care that I had a party, but if I'm not there cleaning it up when she gets home she'll probably tell my parents. She's bitchy that way." Brad smiled ruefully.
Aaron spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, using the physical workout to let his mind wander. His thoughts were mainly of Brad, and later in the evening after dinner he was still thinking about the young stud.
Aaron didn't know what to make of his new friend. He had fooled around with straight guys before, but somehow this was different. Brad seemed to relax into the sensation and enjoy it more, as opposed to the other guys who just wanted to bust a nut as quickly as possible. None of the other guys had ever offered to help Aaron out with his own orgasm either, like Brad had done. And now Aaron found he couldn't stop thinking about the sexy boy: he had enjoyed pleasuring Brad so much more than he had with any other guy, but he couldn't work out why. Brad was a very hot guy, but Aaron knew that wasn't what made this different. He thought back fondly on the shower the two had shared after he had blown Brad on his waterbed.
Closing his eyes, he relived the experience from the perspective of each of his senses: the ever-present sound of sloshing water; the noise of semi-hard cocks slapping against smooth skin; the ripples of male laughter as they fooled around in the shower, brushing up against each other, playfully pulling cocks and tweaking nipples. The feel of the warm water cascading down; the tactile sensation of the warmer body pressed up against him, slick with soap; the hands tracing the rivulets of his toned body downwards. The smell of cum as he carefully washed it off Brad's chest; the scent of Brad's sweat as the shower heated up; the boy's hot breath on his face. The feeling of the warm water on his tongue; the flavour of Brad's hard nipples as he sucked on them; the taste of stray strands of cum that he kept seeming to find on his or Brad's body. Most of all, the sight of water cascading down Brad's muscled torso and falling like a waterfall off the tip of his cock; the sexy look Brad gave him as he reached around and rubbed a hand over his back and ass; and beautiful view he had as Brad turned his back and stepped out of the shower.
Aaron sighed. He had never done anything like that with a guy before. Sure he'd done it in the shower, but that was one time with another member of his swim team, and there had been no laughter, no tonguing or rubbing: just a quick blowjob and the guy was out the door and half way to his girlfriend's house. This was totally different, and he had loved it. But he was troubled, too, by these new feelings. It almost felt as if...no, that was silly.
As if he was falling in love.
He chuckled. Aaron didn't even know if he believed in love. He had always preferred to just move from guy to guy, enjoying a blowjob here, a quick fuck there: never had he felt like actually being with a guy in more than a physical sense. He yawned again. He wondered what Brad was doing now. Was he asleep? Jerking off? Was he thinking about getting his dick sucked again? Was he, possibly, thinking about sucking Aaron's dick? He shifted uncomfortably: the prospect was at the same time very hot and quite unsettling. Of course he'd had his dick sucked before, by a gay guy he met on a trip to Paris last year, but he'd never gotten head from a straight guy. But then if Brad wanted to suck him off, was he even straight? Aaron sighed. Bloody confusing. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off to sleep.
In his dreams he was back at his old high school in the swimming pool change rooms. David, the team captain, was standing in one corner, grinning at him. Around him, the other swimmers were in the process of toweling down and getting changed into their normal clothes. Still leering, David sat on one of the benches, spreading his legs wide.
"Come suck me off again, Aaron," he said loudly. "I know how much you like it. Yeah, you love my dick, don't you fag?"
The other swimmers looked up and watched indifferently as David began to rub his cock through his white Speedos. Aaron felt the eyes of his team mates on him as he walked slowly towards the slowly masturbating hunk, his own dick stiffening. Reaching the bench, he knelt down, and suddenly David's Speedo was gone, his cock rising up like a pillar. Aaron felt the eyes of all the other swimmers resting on him as he slid the hot shaft deep into his mouth, tongue working the team captain's dick over. He got to work on the blowjob, moving his head up and down, keeping his lips firmly wrapped around the cock. After only a few minutes, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lifting his head and spinning around, he saw another David standing behind him, cock inches from his face.
The second David grabbed Aaron's head and shoved it onto his pole. Behind him Aaron felt the first David stand up and start jacking off while he watched his doppelganger getting his blowjob. Aaron had just barely gotten started again when a third David walked up to him, presenting a third dick to be sucked. Within minutes he was surrounded by duplicates of the swim team captain, each jostling for a place within the circle, holding their cocks out for his attention. Surrounded by hard bodied yet identical hunks, Aaron smiled and stood up, enjoying the sight. By now he had realized that he was dreaming, and with that knowledge came the certainty that he could do what he wanted. Spinning until he faced the original David (at least he thought it was the original) he moved forward to kiss the boy.
He was met with a hard shove.
"Whoa, what the fuck! Don't ever fucking do that again, you queer! I aint no fag!"
Suddenly all the Davids were yelling at him.
"Just cause you suck my cock doesn't mean I wanna be your boyfriend, fag-boy."
"What the hell are you thinking, cocksucker?"
He tried to back away, but they surrounded him, pushing, shoving. Suddenly the original David grabbed him by the shoulders. Other hands snaked in and grabbed his arms, legs, and neck. The Davids pushed his neck down so he was looking at original David's erection. Then they all spoke at once.
"This is what you want, isn't it, fag?"
He couldn't answer. The Davids spoke again.
"Isn't this what you want, Aaron?"
He was silent. The Davids smirked. As one, they grabbed Aaron and pushed him. As his back crashed into the floor, he suddenly jerked awake in his bed, panting.
"What...the...fuck," he whispered under his breath, mind still reeling.
Brad was exhausted. Cleaning up after the party had been far more work than he had anticipated: furniture had to be moved, cans and bottles had to be collected and binned, and of course every bed in the house had to be remade. His sister hadn't helped matters either, lying around like a beached whale, yelling her criticisms across the house to be sure he heard her. By the time nine o'clock rolled around, Brad was ready to call it a night. Usually he never went to be this early, but the prospect of staying up any longer and cleaning was enough to send him packing. He made his way to his room, planning to jack off for a while before sleeping, but the moment he stretched out on the bed he was fast asleep and dreaming.
He was with Janey on their first date. Rather unconventionally, they had driven a little way out of town to a large hedge maze owned by a kindly old farmer. The goal was to reach the middle of the maze without cutting through any of the hedges. They had laughed a lot that day, taking turn chasing each other through the narrow hedge-lined corridors or jumping out from behind the corners of upcoming bends. Janey was wearing tight blue jeans and a loose, frilly white blouse and had her long hair tied back in a pony tail which swept along after her as she ran ahead of Brad. She jumped out from behind a corner, and they laughed. Leaning forward, he kissed her lightly, but she felt unnaturally cold and unresponsive, like her lips were frozen. He pulled away, confused, and she smiled, darting on through the maze.
Noticing she was getting quite far ahead, Brad picked up the pace, breaking into a light jog to keep up. Janey in turn sped up, dashing around corners so quickly he almost lost her. Suddenly a feeling of urgency replaced his playful demeanor and he broke into a run, weaving in between the hedges as fast as he could. She was moving unnaturally quickly, and a shiver passed through him as he noticed here legs weren't moving: she was gliding forward, hovering about a foot of the ground. Still moving, her prone body turned to face him, and she gazed at Brad with a sad smile on her face as she continued to be pulled backwards through the maze by this unseen force.
The corridor was no longer winding but a straight road that seemed to go on for ever, the hedges on either side growing taller and taller. Brad was breathing heavily from the effort of keeping up with her, and somehow managed to close to within an arm's length of the specter. He reached out a hand to grab her, shouting for her to do the same. She slowly raised one hand, but instead of reaching out, she waved lazily. With a sudden sound like the gurgling of a bathtub emptying, she was pulled sideways and through the thick green hedge, which immediately sealed behind her. Brad stopped running and stared in disbelief at the spot where the girl had once been. Where the hedge had split open, a single red rose was growing. As he watched, the flower wilted and died, turning to dust.
Brad lowered his head and wept, tears running freely down his cheeks. He couldn't understand his emotions. It wasn't that he had even liked Janey that much: it had just happened so suddenly. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and spun around. Aaron was standing behind him, wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting white shirt. With a sob, Brad lunged forward and embraced the boy, holding him tight. Aaron held him in silence, slowly stroking the back of Brad's head. Eventually Brad looked up.
"I don't understand this," he said. "What is this place? What just happened to Janey?"
Aaron didn't answer. Brad spoke again.
"I...I'm so confused. What am I supposed to do?"
Aaron gazed at him sadly, sympathy etched over his face. Brad stepped back, annoyance flashing across his face.
"Are you going to help me or not?"
Still Aaron said nothing. Brad became angry.
"Well fuck you, then! What good are you? I didn't ask you to be here!"
He shoved the other boy back.
"Just leave me alone."
Brad turned away and began to walk down the green corridor. To his surprise, he was confronted by a solid hedge wall where once there had been a long passage. He turned back to face Aaron, and saw the same sympathetic expression on his face. Brad sighed, his anger melting away.
"I can't go back that way anymore, can I?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
For the first time, Aaron spoke.
"Do you really want to?"
Brad thought silently for a long time.
"I don't know," he whispered to himself. Ahead, he could see the maze path was still open.
"Do I have to stay here?"
Aaron shook his head.
"You can try and go back, but it's hard. You might never make it. Or you can go on and see what's ahead. You only need to stay here if you want to."
Brad stepped closer to Aaron, gazing at the boy.
"I want to," he said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Aaron.
The kiss was electrifying. Brad reached forward with both his arms and pulled Aaron closer, kissing him hard, passion rushing through him. Aaron responded enthusiastically, tongue slipping into Brad's mouth and hands grasping his shoulders and neck. Overcome with excitement, Brad leaned against one of the hedge walls and let Aaron's hot lips work their way down his lips and neck. Suddenly, the hedge collapsed behind him, and he fell through, landing with a crash back in his own bed, jerking back into consciousness.
He sat bolt upright, panting.
"Jesus," he swore, shaking himself.
Aaron was trying unsuccessfully to get back to sleep. A buzzing noise alerted him that his phone had received a new message. He sat up and opened the flip phone. It was from Brad.
You awake?
Aaron quickly texted back.
Yeah. Can't sleep
Almost immediately the reply came through.
Me either. need 2 talk 2 u.
Aaron didn't know what to make of this, but he wasn't about to miss an opportunity to see Brad. He texted his reply.
Bowfield Park, 15 min?
Again, the answer came quickly.
On my way.
Tossing his blanket aside, Aaron swung out of bed and pulled some clothes on before heading out the door.