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(ifq-0001.txt)"Just a Taste" {mm, bloodsport}
It was summertime now, and life at the hardware store was getting BUSY. Busy as HELL. The management was hiring new staff as fast as they could. "Hardware Heaven" was in fact, the biggest hardware chain in Evans City, and so we definitely NEEDED new staff. I worked part time in the plumbing department, selling pipes and stuff. (Well, in fact, sometimes I sold 'pipes' as in the type you, um, smoke out of. Lot's of teenage guys came in to put together either a one-hitter or a pipe or something. Or hell, even a bong! They thought I didn't know what they were doing until I told them "you know, the fumes from heated copper can kill ya"....then I showed them how to put together a REAL pipe out of black pipe....silly ass kids!).
So as I am busy working my ass off putting up plumbing supplies and toothbrush holders, the manager, Jim, comes by with a new kid.
"Hey Bill. This is Aaron. He is going to be working in plumbing with you because we need a lot more staff here. You do pretty well, so I expect you to show him the ropes."
"Sure thing Jim."
I was defiantly gonna show Aaron the ropes, if I could. He was cute as hell. He was a dark haired young man. About 5'10", 130-140 pounds, very nicely shaped. What is that? An ecto-morph I think is the name. He wasn't one of those body builder short legged muscle men. He was nice and thin, looked like a runner or a swimmer or something. Anyway, he had a sweet, pleasant voice, and was just cute as hell. Man, I thought, I would REALLY like to show Aaron the ropes....
So Jim left me with Aaron to teach him the ropes of the plumbing department. (The ropes involved looking busy as the manager approached, and then fucking off when he went away...)
"Hey man, I'm Bill. I'm in school for acting, just working here for the spending cash. What are YOU doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I just graduated from high school. I'm thinking about going into law when I get into college. But you know I got to save up a bit of cash for college....gotta buy beer ya know!"
"Damn straight!" I replied, knowing darn well that beer was THE prime elixir for the end of a busy weekend.
"Well, let me show you around a bit."
So I took Aaron around the department, showing him all the parts and pieces. Of course, making fun of the job as I went. Didn't want Aaron to think this was my life's dedication or something. Just a past-time till I was doing something else that made me happy.
"So Aaron, what the heck do you do when you aren't in school or at work? Go drinking with your buddies? Dance clubs? Or movies with your woman?"
"Oh, I go drinking with my friends, or to the movies. I don't have a girlfriend. Never could seem to make it work...don't know why." he said.
"Oh well, I'm sure you can make it click EVENTUALLY. Always do. I still haven't found a girl yet...I just can't seem to get up the...uh, desire to make some sort of commitment."
"Yeah, that's just about it." was his reply.
At ten thirty it was time for us to go home. I had spent the entire night talking to Aaron. Feeling him out for hints. You know, trying every non-offensive trick to see just exactly WHAT he would REALLY like to be sleeping with...and whether or not he was actually straight. The same tricks I used on EVERY guy I meet and am attracted to.
So we ran our cards through the punch clock and walked out together. I ripped off my overcoat (uniform) and slung it over my shoulder as the two of us walked out. But my damn pockets were full with trash (papers, mark up slips for merchandise, pencils, a big rubberband ball I had been making, a tape measure and a really nice bronze pocket knife I had bought at a pawn shop when I had visited France several years before in high school.) The knife slung out of my pocket, usually a lot of stuff falls out, as I am uncollected all the time, and I am a damn mess.
"Bill, your knife fell out." He picked it up and looked at it. "This is really nice. You use this just to cut boxes open with? A little nice for that!"
"Uh, yeah. I use it for that, and for OTHER things!"
"Oh yeah? What?"
"Well, I dunno....just other stuff."
I had a certain fascination for blood, for cutting, for being cut. Like I was going to tell him that. If I did, he'd probably take it as a joke, he'd assume I was just a regular old guy jiving him about stuff that couldn't possibly be true. Then, if it was an off chance in hell that he was gay, he'd rule me out as a possibility. So I defiantly didn't want him forming any opinions on my erotic pleasures yet. As far as I was concerned, I either wanted people to think I was strange as hell, or I didn't want them to think about what I did for sexual pleasure AT ALL. I dealt with EVERYBODY like that. Guys and girls. If I was interested in a guy at all, and we talked about sex or what kind of stuff people like to do, I would never reference a gender. Even if they asked "do you have a girlfriend?" I'd say "no, but I'll find SOMEBODY to love one day." It was my way of maintaining a question in peoples mind about my sexuality. I didn't want anybody to be absolutely sure I was straight, because if by chance he was gay, he'd rule me out. And of course I was closeted, so I CERTAINLY didn't want to guarantee to people I was gay. Maintaining an air of mystery about my sexuality was my whole goal, because it was the only way to leave all possibilities open.
Well, I well aware that the conversation thread died there. He said goodnight, as he walked WAY across the parking lot to the "employee parking area" where we were SUPPOSED to park. Silly kid. The damn boss doesn't know who's car is who's. And the lot was jam packed all day anyway. I always parked within about sixty feet from the front door. That was another "rope" I was gonna have to teach Aaron.
For days we talked about relatively nothing. It was only Tuesday when he started, so we did have the entire week practically to get used to each other. It took him about three day to finally break into the typical silly routine that the rest of us employees were used to. Screwing off. Pranking each other on the inter- store phone system, taking LONG breaks. We pretty much got our work done though. We kept our department nice looking. And since we both worked from about four thirty until ten thirty every night during the week, our department manager would treat us to not having to work the evening on Saturday or Sunday night. It was summertime, and Sunday night was just as much a party night during the summer as Saturday night or Friday night was during the school year. So we were glad know we would be off those nights.
Of course, it gave us something ELSE to talk about when we were throwing stuff up on the pegboard hooks or dusting off the merchandise. Planning what we would each be doing that weekend.
"Hey, are you doing anything spectacular on Saturday night Aaron?" I asked.
"No, not really. My friend Steve is working that night. Me and him were SUPPOSED to go see that vampire flick this weekend. But since he is working Saturday night, him and his woman ore gonna see it together on Sunday. I am probably gonna just hang out at home or something."
"Oh man! You can't do THAT! This is the summer before your college year! You gotta make the best of it! I did! Especially if Jim is gonna be letting us off on the weekends."
"Yeah I guess you're right. I suppose I COULD waste away to nothing all summer long. Making money is good. But guess I should go out and spend a LITTLE of it."
"Darn right."
"What are YOU doing this weekend?" he asked.
"Oh well, I dunno either. My family is going up to see my grandparents this weekend, since I am working Saturday morning, I am staying in town. Hell, I could have a party. That is what was keeping me entertained all week. But it isn't gonna happen."
"Well, we could go see that new vamp flick then." he offered.
I was particularly interested in it since I first saw the ads on the TV. It was QUITE an erotic film, apparently. A lot of subtle homo-eroticism, which I, quite frankly, was extremely fond of. "Yeah, sure, let's go." I said. And so after knowing Aaron for less than a week, I had made a date with him. Of course, an openly straight guy wouldn't call it a date. We'd go, saying that we didn't currently have any girlfriends, and we were killing time. I of course would be bluffing, I had no interest in a girlfriend, and I would be perfectly pleased to be sitting in an erotic thriller film with a cute guy. It remained to be seen how interested Aaron was, however.
I worked Saturday from about seven thirty in the morning until about five. It was a long day for me. I didn't particularly like getting up at seven in the morning to go into work at a damn hardware store. I had to start the day with about four cups of coffee. But I wasn't too distressed. I had a fun evening planned. We'd go to the movie, and then possibly go out to Denny's some other all age bar or something and hang out in a dark corner of the place and talk about the movie or something. He couldn't drink yet, but I could. And if it came down to it, I'd buy him a beer and pour it into his soda glass. I'd done it before for people, so we'd defiantly have fun. So my day went pretty smooth.
At about five thirty, Aaron called me at home and asked if we were still going and all. I told him sure. "Just come over to my house at about seven or something, okay? I want to eat some dinner here first, and I got a few things to take care of around the house."
"Sure...do you mind if I show up early? Like about quarter after six or something? My sister is having a 'sleep over' with her little girlfriends, and they just drive me nuts. They're going to watch "Ferris Bullers Day Off" for about the sixtieth time this year I think."
"Oh sure, that's fine."
I had stuff to do till seven. I had a ton of laundry to do. Dishes in the sink, dinner to make for myself, and a lawn to mow. So I got started quick. I just had a sandwich and chips for dinner. Threw my laundry in, and went out to mow the lawn. It was about a half acre, it was flat and fairly square, but it still took me a while to mow it. And it was pretty muggy outside. I realized this was a PRIME opportunity to bear my half naked body to a cute guy I had a crush on. An a-typical teenage movie flirting scene really. I could be out in the ninety degree heat with me shirt wrapped around my waist when Aaron showed up. I though that would be grand. So of course I did it. I took off my shirt ( I wasn't even really that hot) and tucked it casually into the front of my jeans. I thought for sure that was good. I always hated myself for doing silly maneuvers like this though! I had done stuff like this for so many guy friends of mine it was pathetic. All the time HOPING that one of them would break down and make a move on me....hadn't happened to me yet.
Aaron showed up about six o'clock, a little earlier than I expected him to. I had just started to mow about ten minutes earlier, so I was going to be another half hour doing the lawn before I could go shower and get dressed. I really didn't mind at all. The concept of mowing the lawn shiftless with a guy there was just as pleasing to me as an expensive imported beer.
"Hey Aaron! You want a beer or something?"
"Sure, thanks."
I went in and got two Budweisers (far from expensive imported) out of the fridge, and brought them back outside.
"Here you go. I'm gonna be about another thirty minutes mowing. Gotta get this shit done you know. That's the payment for living at home when you're old enough to be out on your own."
"Yeah, that's fine by me. Hey, I got a beer anyway. I can nurse it for as long as you take. It doesn't bother me, I sympathize with you though, I had to mow yesterday..."
"Yeah, poor guy. You got half a damn acre? Shit..."
Well, I mowed as fast as I could. He sat the whole time on the hood of his car and watched me walk back and forth as he sipped his beer. My dear father liked me to put cross hatch patterns in the lawn, which meant going over it twice. It one-upped the neighborhood men though, most of whom spent more time dealing with their lawns than they did with their wives, and it looked fairly neat. As far as guy stuff goes, I figured he'd probably ask why I did it that way, and would be impressed.
I did finish quickly, I left out a lot of the usual yard work I did. Now weed trimming or anything. I was too eager to get out of there and to the movie with him.
"Hey, I'm all damn sweaty, I got to take a shower first before we go, alright?"
"I hope so...!"
"Yeah, well, you can come on in and make yourself at home or something."
I wheeled the mower back into the shed, and then went into the house through the garage, he followed me in, looking all around. The garage attached to the kitchen, which my mom had just spent ten thousand remodeling (she was extremely extravagant). He was amazed.
"Man this is cool. You guys must be fucking rich or something."
"Oh well, I guess so. I suppose this damn kitchen took a hunk out of that though." It didn't come close though. My dad was a neuro-surgeon, and mom had inherited it from her side, so all in all, they had about four million in the bank.
"What's your room look like?"
Nice question. I liked this guy. I would have asked to see HIS room. "Oh, it's downstairs."
So he followed me down the staircase to the basement. It was finished in light tan carpet, halogen spotlights, black aluminum tube and smoked glass furniture. I was actually impressed myself. It was pretty damn nice.
"This is my room back here." I lived in a basically all black room. Black wood furniture, carpet, walls, sheets, everything. I had H.R.Giger paintings on the wall as well. I liked the atmosphere they created. I liked the look they put on Aaron's face.
"Man this is fucking cool! If they got this much money, you shouldn't have to work!"
"Oh hell, I work to meet the people." point for me I figured.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Well, you can screw around in here with the computer or stereo or something. I'm gonna go take a quick shower."
I left him alone in my private little corner of the world. I wasn't minding too much. I had all kinds of "interesting" pictures on my computer, if he was a good hacker, he'd locate them and confront me or something. I also had a knife set that I'd bought and I kept it on my desk. It was three small knives, each with RAZOR sharp blades, but the blades were very tiny and thin. They had black leather handles on them, and the blade itself had Wicca symbols engraved in them. I don't know where they were made, but I had bought them at a "gypsy flea market" that was passing through my schools town the semester before. I loved them a lot...I could only imagine the things to do with them, especially if I had Aaron involved.
I only stayed in the shower for about 5 minutes. Usually I go till the hot water runs cold. But I was ready to go see this vampire movie. I loved the idea of guys (cute guys) drinking each other blood. I was hoping that Aaron would be a little curious about it.
I got out of my hot shower, dried off, and put on a pair of black bikini underwear. I didn't bring my cloths into the bathroom on purpose. i knew he'd be sitting in the room doing something or looking at something. And when I came in, his attention would shift to me, hopefully. I would be able to tell for sure by seeing my own typical reactions in him.
I walked in and he was looking at one of my art books (Giger...) and he was sitting on my bed. I had a towel around me, and I walked to my dresser and dropped the towel. He looked up and looked a little nervous.
"So, whatcha think of Hans?" I asked.
"Oh, um, kinda neat..."
I didn't make any effort to prolong getting dresses. I just put my socks on first and then went over to the closet and picked out shoes and a shirt. Same amount of time to get the cloths on....just waited till the end to put them on.
He, like me in a situation like this, was looking a TAD bit nervous. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that we'd known each other for only 5 days or something. But more than that, a straight guy, a REALLY straight guy, doesn't seem to look uncomfortable when he's in a room with a half naked guy. He's not thinking "guilty" thoughts, so he doesn't worry if he looks straight at you. I have always had that problem though. Roommates at school that attracted me made me nervous if they were unclothed. I knew damn well that I was looking at them as a turn on, and it made me feel like I was betraying them by looking. So I shied my eyes away, the same as Aaron was doing.
Well, I quickly put my cloths on after that. I wasn't trying to scare the hell out of him or make him think he shouldn't talk to me anymore or something. But I had seen enough facial reaction to be satisfied.
"So, what are those knives on your desk? Where did you get them?"
I was gonna tell him now what I would LIKE to do with them.
"I bought them at a flea market type deal down at school. I suppose they are used for s/m play, for bondage, cutting or blood sport or something. I think that's pretty kinky...one day I'll have to find somebody to play with them with."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, cutting and drinking the blood."
"Really? People do that?"
"Yeah. I don't know if that's what those knives are FOR but that's what I'd love to use them for. I ain't gonna cut butter with those things!"
"Wow. That's kinda neat I guess. Drink blood? Really? How?"
"Well, some people make a cut on the thigh or chest or something, a small cut, and they gotta be VERY sterile so you don't get an infection. Then they either lick the blood off you, or they drip it into a cup and drink it. You gotta be careful about the cutting, so you don't really fuck somebody up though."
"Man...that's kind, um...pretty fun in a bizarre kind of way..."
"Yeah, I imagine it is...I'd really like to try some day."
After getting dressed I was ready to go.
"Well, let's take off man! This movie is HOT and tickets will go fast. I'd hate to have to see something else."
"Yeah...that sucks when that happens."
So we jumped into his car and took off for the theater.
The movie was QUITE thrilling I must say. It involved a lot of blood, and a lot of outright, blatant homoeroticism. This of course was turning me on completely. I was hearing other guys in the theater commenting on it. They were kind of uncomfortable I could tell, because a lot of guys were kind squirming around. I was kind of wondering if Aaron was a little uncomfortable with it as well. But from they way he looked, he was completely okay with it.
After the movie, we went through the drive through at the burger place by the theater, and then headed back to my place. I lit up a cigarette, and put a little NIN on the radio. I was waiting to hear what Aaron was gonna say. On the way back we talked pretty much about work, and what kind of stuff we'd be doing on Monday. Aaron also asked when my parents were gonna be coming back from my grandparents home. I told him it was probably gonna be late Sunday night.
He let me out of the car at the end of my drive way. I guess he was gonna go home, but I didn't want him to. I wanted him to come in with me, back down to my room.
"Aaron, you don't gotta go home do you? Come on in or something. My parents aren't here. You can stick around for a while can't you?"
"Oh, I guess so..." And he popped out of the car in a second.
We went into the house and I walked down to my room. I made no suggestion that he should follow me at all. I was wanting to see if he'd follow me on his own. And a few seconds later he did.
"So what do you wanna do?"
This was one of those questions I used to my advantage. I could have said "Well, you can suck my dick!" in the most silly sarcastic voice I could use. That has happened to me before. People say gross things to me, not being in the least bit realistic, and I say "okay...sure" If they're gonna try to throw me off my rocker by suggesting something they are just kidding about, I'm gonna return the favor and agree. And then, maybe if they were serious, deep down in there somewhere, they will agree....yeah right. But it was a game I played anyway.
"Oh I was thinking we should drink each others blood! You know, put my knives to good use."
"Yeah right, like you'd want to do that." he said.
Well, that sounded to ME like a response I'D give to that suggestion. "Yeah right" because we wouldn't be doing anything of the sort because YOU didn't want to do it. Leaving the option that I was game completely open. He was like me. Didn't suggest he was into it, but certainly didn't try to convince me that he wasn't.
Time to see how far I could carry this idea before he grossed out and said he was going home. His reply put the ball in MY court. I had to say something that convinced him that I was up for it too.
"Hey, I suggested it. They ARE my knives." inject a little humor "But God, I don't think we should do something like that! You might be anemic or something! Then you'd bleed all over the floor and my day would be ruined cause I'd have to get the carpet cleaned." Yeah, that worked for me. Imply I was open to it as well. His turn again.
"Okay, if you're really serious, go ahead and cut yourself, you won't do it." he said. ALRIGHT! An invitation! And a challenge. Oh yes, the masculine challenge. He brought the box of knives over to me.
"I don't need all of them you wiener. Just one. You have to pick it out though." Involve him. I just didn't want to cut myself for the hell of it. I wanted HIM to slice me. And after we had a little blood play, maybe we'd do something else.
"Why do I have to pick it out?"
"Cause I'm not gonna cut myself. You have to cut me."
"You won't let me. I could kill you." denial. He was wanting me to reassure him that it was okay.
"I don't think you'll kill me Aaron. I think you could do just fine."
"Well, alright. Just once."
"I would assume that's all it takes to get you a just a taste of my blood." Although we hadn't made a suggestion of actually LICKING each others blood yet, I decided to put it in there, to see if he actually objected to that part of it.
"Alright, I'll cut you. Just a small little cut." Oh, he took the bait just fine. I loved the idea of having him as much as I did playing the guessing game with him.
He seemed unsure at first, as did I. But he put his hand into the box and pulled out the smallest of the knives. He picked it up and looked at it. Turned it around in his hand, ran the flat edge of it over his palm. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
So I took off my shirt and put in on the floor. Where I always put my clothes. The maid (my mother!) would pick it up for me.
"First we have to clean the blade and the cutting site." I said. So I went upstairs to our medicine cabinet. My dad, being the surgeon that he was, had a well stocked cabinet. all kinds of stuff he would pick up from the hospital when they discarded it. There was a box of alcohol swabs that was half empty, the kind you use to clean the skin before an injection. I grabbed those, a bottle of regular isopropyl (it wasn't the typical drug store variety, it was 80%), a small package of sterile cotton pads, and a couple large band-aids.
"First we have to clean that knife off. I don't know where it's been." and so he used the pads and the alcohol to sterilize the knife. I knew that in reality, all cutting instruments had to be auto-claved, but we didn't have one of THOSE in the house. Not to mention it would detract a LITTLE from the situation. I figured that the alcohol would do fine.
While he cleaned the knife, I took out a could of swabs and scrubbed the area above my left nipple. If he was gonna suck on MY body, I wanted his hot little lips right on my chest.
"Okay, the knife is clean...now what?" Well, the preparation was over. Now he had to cut me.
"You gotta cut me. Right here..." I pointed about an inch above my nipple. "I'm gonna lay down on the bed, I don't want to be standing, I could fall over or something!"
"Yeah..." So I laid down on the bed, on my back and got ready for him.
"Turn the overhead light off will you? And you should take off your shirt too." I was past the point of being subtly and suggestive. I knew what he was and he knew what I was. So it wasn't a suggestion, it was a request.
"Sure"
He went over and hit the switch and turned the ceiling lights off so now it was fairly dim in the room. All that was a tiny halogen spot on the bed.
Then he went ahead and took off his shirt like I asked him to. Dropping it to the floor, irresponsible and careless as I was, a trait I loved in men.
He stood in the dim light, and the light cst shadows under his large pectorals. I loved looking at him. He was smooth and trim. He was beautiful. Gorgeous even. My eyes ran up and down his torso and chest. He stood still without saying a word, letting me look at him
"You like looking at me don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. Aaron, you're gorgeous....didn't your mother ever tell you that?"
He blushed, and flashed an impish, beautiful, childish grin.
"You are too Bill."
"Thanks...come here now. I'm ready for you..."
He hesitated for a second, then he sat down on the bed next to me and put his hand on my chest where I told him to cut. His hand glided gently over my chest, across my nipples, briefly stopping on them, down my stomach, back up, with his fingers running through my chest hair.
"You know, I am going to enjoy this a lot more than I thought." he said.
"So will I."
Then he placed the blade where I told him to.
"Be gentle. The knife is as sharp as a razor. You don't need any pressure."
He ran the blade gently across me, about an inch. It didn't do a damn thing. He went so light, I guess he was actually holding it slightly above my skin, so it didn't cut.
"Okay, just a little pressure."
So he went and did it again. This time when he ran it across, it did cut. I know it did because I flinched, it stung like a bee, like the time I sliced myself at work with my box knife.
"Did that hurt?" he asked. I lied.
After a second, thick red blood began seeping out of the cut. It ran down my chest and across my nipple, just as I had wanted it to.
"Go ahead Aaron." I whispered.
He ran his finger through some of the blood, which coming out a bit faster now, although not profusely like it could have been. He put his finger in his mouth and licked the blood off, paused for a second, closed his eyes, and smiled a tiny little smile.
He crawled completely onto my bed then, straddling me at the knees, and holding himself up with his hands at either side of me. Then his head went down to my chest and he opened his mouth and his lips pressed against me. His warm breath blew onto my skin and I just closed my eyes and let him go.
The pain from the cut was completely ignored as his hot wet tongue ran across the cut mark and he licked the blood off me. He ran his tongue down across my nipple, and then across to my other one. There wasn't even any blood there. Now he was just doing it for my pleasure (and his I assume).
A little more blood came out of the cut mark, and his mouth went back to it and he started sucking on it. A small moan escaped his mouth as he did this. I reached up and put my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his hair. There was nothing in the world I could think of that I wanted more than what I was getting from him at this moment.
After he was finished, he moved up towards me and pressed his blood stained lips against mine, and let his weight come down on top of me. With his warm, muscular chest pressed against mine, he gently kissed me and then he slid his tongue into my mouth and we laid there, kissing and holding each other, seemingly forever (as moments like this always seem).
I went ahead after that and cut him as well. It was as erotic as I thought it would be. I loved licking the blood off him. To me it was as sweet as he was. I had cut him in the same spot as he had cut me, I thought it would be cute for us to have matching scars from our first experience.
After I was done with him, I put a band aid on his cut, and put one on me as well. We didn't get out of bed yet either. I asked him if he wanted to spend the night, and of course he was game as much as I was. So I went over and turned the spot off so it was completely dark. I crawled back into bed with him, falling into his warm, open arms. After the blood play, I was ready for more, and so was he. We made love twice that evening before finally falling asleep in each others arms. Well, we had something to talk about at work now.
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