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House Party - Chapter Six
Brad leaned against the solid trunk of a tall oak tree standing just outside the school grounds. The warm afternoon sun warmed his face as he gazed idly across the field before him. Sighing, he closed his eyes and though about what had just happened.
He had been on his way to meet Aaron. Rounding the corner, he noticed a tallish boy he didn't recognize leaning against Aaron's locker. His posture, and the way he was looking from side to side made it clear he was waiting for someone. Brad usually had no trouble talking to people he didn't know, but he wasn't interested in having to evade questions about what he was doing waiting in the hall. Ducking into a nearby classroom, he decided to wait until the corridor was clear. Peering out the small glass window in the door, he spotted Aaron approaching. Brad couldn't recall the exact time, the room he was in, or anything else from his day at school, but the scene between Aaron and the tall stranger was burned into his memory.
He opened his eyes in time to see Aaron walking towards the tree.
"Hey," Aaron grinned at him, sliding down the tree trunk next to him. "You didn't come meet me. Did something happen?"
Brad shook his head. "I did come...but you were busy. With that guy."
Aaron's eyes widened. "Josh? You saw? Shit, we shouldn't have been so careless. Thank god it was you and not a teacher or something." He frowned. "That doesn't...bother you, does it? Me giving Josh head?"
"Nah, of course not... I mean, it's not like we're dating or anything." Brad replied, smiling lightly.
Aaron looked hard at the other boy. "Are you sure?" he said.
Brad shifted uncomfortably. "Well... I might have been just a...just a little jealous." He grinned sheepishly. Aaron laughed.
"That's so...cute," he said, dodging a playful punch from Brad. "Hey, believe me, I much preferred sucking you off."
Brad smirked. "Yeah? Well why don't you prove it?"
Aaron raised his eyebrows. "Here? Now?"
"Well, maybe not RIGHT here," admitted Brad. He pointed across the field to an old, barely used sports equipment shed. Aaron spotted it and grinned.
"Race you?"
In moments both boys were up and running, tearing across the field to the sports shed, laughing. Aaron's slightly longer legs brought him into the lead, and just as he was about to reach the shed, Brad grabbed him and pulled him down onto the grass. The two collapsed on top of each other, laughing and play wrestling. Brad's lips found Aaron's and they kissed forcefully as their arms battled for the better position. Then suddenly Aaron submitted and embraced Brad, sinking deeper into the kiss as he allowed the bigger boy to settle on top of him, strong body pressing against Aaron's slender frame. The broke apart and giggled.
"We can't even make it to the fucking shed, man," Brad whispered, grinning. In answer, Aaron quickly slithered out from underneath Brad's body and rolled towards the shed, slapping his hand against it with a bang.
"First!" he shouted, sticking his tongue out. Brad got to his feet and walked the last few steps towards the shed. He opened the door and sidled in, unzipping his pants as he did so.
"To the victor go the spoils," he winked, pulling Aaron into the shed and slamming shut the door.
"Oh, a literary reference," remarked Aaron, reaching into Brad's fly and pulling his half-erect cock out. "Very nice."
"Thought you'd like that," Brad grinned, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off onto a pile of netballs. "I've been saving that one for a good time," he added, pulling Aaron's shirt over his head.
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Well that was a good time," he said, kneeling down to face Brad's cock. "Perfect even," he added. "Delicious," he murmured, opening his mouth and licking the underside of the cock shaft. Brad sighed with pleasure and leaned against an unused soccer net. Aaron's mouth flowed over his cock like a wave of warmth, enveloping it and bringing Brad to full erection in seconds. Looking up at Brad's face, Aaron winked, and then plunged his face down on his second cock of the day.
The speed at which his cock slammed down Aaron's throat made Brad's knees buckle with the sudden burst of pleasure. Bracing himself against the net behind him, he began to thrust his hips slowly forward, driving further into Aaron's waiting mouth. Grabbing the other boy's head, he mimicked Josh's previous face fucking action, as tingles sparked through his body. After only a few minutes, however, he pulled Aaron's head off his cock.
Aaron looked up, surprised, a question in his eyes. In answer, Brad, grabbed Aaron's shoulders and pulled him into a standing position. Slipping a hand around behind Aaron's neck, he pulled the boy close to him and kissed him fiercely. Without breaking their kiss, Brad slid his hand down and pulled Aaron's fly apart, grasping eagerly for the stiff cock waiting beneath. He noted with interest that Aaron hadn't worn any underwear that day, allowing his dick to spring to readiness through the open fly. Moving quickly, he slid the jeans down to the floor and pulled slightly away so he was looking Aaron straight in the eyes.
"My turn," he whispered, smiling. Aaron barely even had time to look shocked before Brad dived to his knees and slid the hard cock into his mouth.
As Brad sucked his first dick, he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. He licked the shaft slowly, taking time to enjoy the experience. He was fascinated by the feel of the cock in his mouth, how it was so warm, so hard and yet so soft. As his tongue rolled around the top of the shaft and the cockhead, he was gratified to hear Aaron moaning with pleasure. Curious, he slid Aaron's dick further into his mouth, pressing it towards the back of his throat. Feeling a strong pressure there, he pulled back a bit until the shaft was resting on his tongue. He figured he had taken about three inches in, not bad for a first time, but nowhere near as skilled as Aaron.
Slipping the head of the cock out of his mouth, he ran his tongue down the underside of the remainder of the shaft, covering it all with his tongue and doing his best to stimulate all areas. Slowly, he licked his way down to Aaron's balls and tongued them experimentally. Hearing a gasp from above, he probed further. The slightly salty taste intrigued him, and he opened his mouth wide, enveloping one of Aaron's nuts and suckling gently on it. A louder moan from above revealed that Aaron was enjoying this immensely. Brad felt a hand rest on the back of his head, slowly stroking his hair encouragingly. Letting his mouthful slip out, he tongued the rest of the sack like an ice-cream, feeling the shudders go through Aaron's body with each lap.
Sliding his tongue further up, Brad returned to licking the base of the shaft and following it up to Aaron's cockhead. Enveloping it once again, he felt Aaron's grip on the back of his head tighten and gently begin to rock his head back and forth. Following this motion, Brad began to slide Aaron's dick in and out of his mouth, only a little way at first, but getting slightly deeper with each thrust. He knew he couldn't take it all, but he would put as much in as he could. The lower part of the shaft wouldn't fit, so he wrapped his hands around it, jerking the shaft as he lavished attention on the throbbing cockhead.
Over the slick sound of the spit-soaked shaft slipping in and out of his mouth, Brad could hear Aaron's breathing speed up and become ragged. He could also feel the hard dick in his mouth begin to swell slightly as the thrusts slowly sped up. The realization suddenly flashed through his mind: this must be how Aaron felt when he was the one doing the sucking. Feeling the hot, hard cock sliding into his mouth, Brad could see why he liked it. More than just the physical feeling of a dick in his mouth was the knowledge of how much pleasure he was giving Aaron, and that increased the experience more than he would have ever imagined.
Suddenly, Aaron stepped back, pulling his cock out of Brad's mouth and wrapping his own hands around it, masturbating furiously. Moments later, a yell of pleasured release was followed a thick blast of cum which shot out and splattered on Brad's chest. A second jet exploded out, and a third, covering Brad's pecs with sticky liquid. Aaron drew in a deep, shuddering breath, leaning against the wall of the shed as his body shook from the orgasm.
"Oh, wow," was all he could say, panting. Brad ran a finger over his chest and collected a few drops of cum, licking them experimentally. It tasted salty and slimy, but not altogether bad. He scooped up another fingerful as Aaron knelt down beside him.
"Some for me?" he said, grinning. Brad smiled and held out his finger. Aaron's tongue snaked out and seductively lapped his own cum off Brad's finger. Brad scraped some more of the juice onto his finger and slid it into his own mouth, exploring the new taste. Struck by an idea, he leaned forward and kissed Aaron, their tongues meeting and passing the sticky cum between their hot mouths, sharing the juices and the tastes. They pulled apart and finished cleaning up Brad's chest.
"Whoa, wait a sec," said Aaron as Brad reached for his shirt. "I haven't finished with you yet!"
Brad laughed. In the rush of Aaron's orgasm, he had forgotten that his own had yet to happen.
"What did you have in mind?" he said playfully. Aaron had a sort of half-smile on his face, as though he were weighing up whether to say what was on his mind.
"Well," he said slowly, grin slowly widening, "If you're trying new things...there is one thing I can think of which you might particularly like."
Brad's semi-erect dick stiffened slightly at the thoughts which Aaron's words had suddenly conjured up.
"You mean..." he said, voice trailing off, almost too nervous to say it.
"Yeah," acknowledged Aaron. "I meant, you know." He waggled his ass suggestively.
Brad grinned. "You tease," he smirked, slapping Aaron's bare ass playfully, causing the boy to inhale slightly with pleasure. His hand lingered there long after the slap, gently caressing the soft, firm cheeks of Aaron's butt, his fingers sliding towards Aaron's tight hole. He rubbed the entrance lightly, using his other hand to spread Aaron's cheeks to either side as his index finger traced the opening to his hot ass. Aaron had begun breathing heavily, slowly pushing towards Brad to move the questing finger closer.
Without warning, Brad knelt down and rammed his tongue into Aaron's crack, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure. He probed upwards with his mouth, lapping in between the tight cheeks and tracing the tight ass hole with his tongue. The skin he was licking tasted like skin, only sweeter, and as he pressed his face further into Aaron's ass he smelled the heady aroma of man sweat rolling off the muscled buns.
He could hear Aaron moaning loudly as his ass was thoroughly explored by Brad's eager tongue, and feel the boy's legs shaking slightly as he fought to stay standing against this onslaught of focused pleasure. Brad pressed forward again with his tongue, slipping a tiny bit of it right inside Aaron's tight, hot hole, making him almost collapse in ecstasy. At the same time, he reached around and grasped the now rock-hard cock and stroked it slowly, in time with his laps.
"Oh fuck, shit!" Aaron cried loudly, as Brad continued rimming him. "Where the fuck did you learn that?!"
Brad pulled up for a moment and grinned. "I know how to use a tongue. Didn't any of the girls tell you that?"
Without waiting for an answer he plunged his face back into Aaron's crack and licked it vigorously.
"Oh, god, you've gotta stop man, or I'll cum again!" Aaron pleaded, tensing up to stave off the oncoming orgasm. "Fuck me!" he practically screamed.
Brad stood up and pushed Aaron over to a pile of gym mats. He pressed forward until Aaron was bent over, stomach pressed against the warm mats, ass exposed and hovering at just the right height for Brad's gently swaying erection. Pinning Aaron down with one arm, he slid a finger down and began teasing Aaron's hole.
"You like that, don't ya," he said. It wasn't a question, but Aaron answered anyway.
"Oh, fuck yes, oh god, fuck me," Aaron moaned, squirming under Brad's powerful arm.
"Beg for it," Brad said, sliding his index finger a little way into Aaron's tight hole. The other boy moaned.
"Please," he said, trying to sound pathetic but obviously delighted at the way Brad was dominating him. "Please fuck me, Brad. I need it baaad."
Brad smirked, and leaned over to his discarded jeans, fishing a condom out of the back pocket. Slipping it on, he went back to fingering Aaron's ass, pushing his finger further into the waiting, grasping hole. Aaron's whole body shivered and flexed from ass to head as though a wave was rolling through it at the feeling of Brad's index finger fully sliding into the hot opening. Slipping it back out, Brad spat on his cock, and began to push himself inside Aaron's eager ass.
It was so tight. He had been expecting it, but nothing prepared him for the clasping tightness of that warm canal of pleasure. Pushing forward, he felt the head of his cock slip into the hole, his foreskin slowly pushing back and exposing the super-sensitive areas beneath. He could hear Aaron breathing heavily, obviously working to allow the substantial cock to work its way in easily. As he continued to slowly push his cock in, Brad reached out with his hands and caressed Aaron's naked back and neck.
Aaron had obviously been practicing, because Brad felt little or no resistance to his slow progress. He kept pushing, still amazed at the incredible tightness he was feeling on all sides. Finally, he felt his nuts slap against Aaron's ass: his cock was all the way in.
"Do it," Aaron grunted, sounding more animal than man. "Fuck me."
Leaning down, Brad kissed Aaron softly on the back of the neck. Straightening up, he slid his cock almost fully out, leaving just the tip still inside. Taking a deep breath, he sank his shaft deep inside Aaron's hole and started pumping.
With each thrust the pleasure seemed to increase as picked up the pace, moaning and gasping at the intense feeling. He couldn't believe how good it felt to slide his cock in and out of Aaron's tight ass while the other boy yelled with pleasure beneath him. He was fucking faster now, long dicking Aaron with vigour, hands sliding over the boy's sweat-soaked back as he continued to pound his lover' ass mercilessly.
Grabbing the boy's shoulders, Brad pulled Aaron into a standing position, pressing the boy's back against his own sweaty chest. Still fucking madly, Brad wrapped his arms around Aaron's body and pulled him closer. Their arms were intertwined, their bodies folding together, pressing into cracks and crevices, Brad's hot breath sending shivers down Aaron's spine to his quivering ass as the deep, hot fucking continued. Aaron turned his head over his shoulder and his lips found Brad, sinking into a deep kiss that somehow was maintained even through the fierce fucking.
Brad was thrusting faster now, his cock actually plunging deeper and deeper into Aaron, reaching into knew places and sending forth spasms of pleasure which racked through both boys as they rocketed towards their climaxes. They clung to each other as if their lives depended on it, almost collapsing under the sheer force of their impassioned lovemaking.
Brad was hovering on the edge of cumming, and from the feel of it Aaron was too. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go with each thrust, and pulled it out almost to the extremity before pounding back in with astounding speed. Aaron's back arched and his head rolled back to rest on Brad's shoulder as he surrendered entirely to the power of the other boy, their two bodies almost fusing together as one.
Suddenly Brad was there. After teetering on the edge for what seemed like eternity, he was finally catapulted over the edge and sent crashing into the raging rapids of a mind-blowing orgasm. A massive volley of cum blasted out of his cock as it slammed into Aaron's ass, grinding into the other boy's G-spot. This sudden blissful pleasure, couple with Brad's screaming release, sent a geyser of thick juices flying out of his own cock, completely covering the gym mats before him. Still cuminng, the two boys remained locked together as Brad's energetic thrusting slowed.
Finally the torrential simultaneous orgasm slowed and faded, taking their energy with it. As one they collapsed onto the warm mats, still locked together, unwilling to let go. As Brad held Aaron's now inert body in his arms, he knew that nothing would ever feel as perfect as this.
When they awoke, hours later, it was dark outside. With few words but much soft kissing and caressing embraces, they went their separate ways.
Aaron walked slowly in through the door to his home, feeling like he was walking on air. His ass was still sore from the thorough fucking he'd received, but it was the kind of mild pain he wouldn't trade for anything. Just remembering Brad's hard, powerful thrusts into his tight hole, and the boy's strong arms wrapped around him sent shivers down his spine. Glancing around, he saw that no one was home yet. Suddenly, his wandering eyes happened upon a brightly coloured object sitting on the kitchen bench. Walking over, he saw that it was a photo album, wrapped in a pink bow with a card on the front saying "To Aaron". Aaron frowned: his family wouldn't leave a photo album wrapped in a bow, especially not a pink one, a colour they knew he hated. But if it wasn't them... but that would mean someone would have to have broken into the house. Deciding this was unlikely, Aaron slipped the bow off the album and opened it.
For a moment he wasn't sure what he was seeing. Instead of photos of families smiling at cameras, Aaron saw pictures of newspapers, school lockers, public notice boards and letterboxes. On and on went the seemingly unrelated photographs as he flipped through the album. Suddenly, a picture caught his eye. His mouth was suddenly dry as he recognized the photo. It was a picture of himself entering Brad's house on the night of the party. The next picture was of him at school. The next was a shot of Aaron and Brad at Bowfield Park, and the last...a feeling of cold fear began to seep through him as he gazed upon a blown up, full colour picture of himself and Brad making out on the park bench. Thinking there could be no worse, he turned to the next picture. His heart stopped. The image showed the two boys lying in Aaron's bed, his head in Brad's lap.
Aaron felt the fear grip him. Someone had been following him around, even so far as to enter his own house. Pictures of him with Brad made sense, but what were the other pictures about? He flipped through the album again. Noticeboards...letterboxes...school lockers...all highly effective ways of spreading information. He was being blackmailed.
With trembling hands he turned the final page of the photo album to find, not a photo, but a piece of paper with a note penned in flowery handwriting.
Tell no one.
Underneath this and to the side, where there would normally be a name signed, there was only one letter.
R.
The book fell to the floor as he collapsed into a chair, shaking.
"He found me," Aaron whispered.