Welcome back! As promised, here is chapter 2. Hopefully if you are reading this you have already seen the first episode of The Strawberry boy. If not, go back and read it, we'll wait. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter of Aaron and Jay's love as much as I enjoyed writing it. And as always, any compliments, suggestions, questions, etc. are welcome by emailing me: jaytrower@hotmail.com. And check back, chapter 3 will be up and ready sometime within the next 2 weeks. Laters... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Strawberry Boy Chapter 2
By Jason Trower
I was supposed to be washing pans, but instead I was leaning with my back to the sink and a hard on in my shorts as I watched Aaron stacking pizza boxes in the next room. I stood staring at the object of my affection with love in my heart and on my face. Aaron stared back, our brown eyes looking into each other, silently sharing thoughts and emotions. Aaron broke our gaze long enough to pick up the boxes, his reddish brown hair slid away from his face, the veins and muscles under the smooth satin skin of his arms became visible as he lifted the stack up to the shelf above him. The shelf was a little high (or he was a little short) and he stood up on his toes to reach.
The boy I had once been casual friends with, who I had secretly admired, and now loved with all my heart seemed more beautiful to me everyday. Either that or I was just too damn horny! Both I guess. It had been three days since the night we made love in his bedroom. Except for the occasional kiss, hug, or cheap feel we hadnt done anything else. Between work and a lack of privacy at home we just hadnt gotten the chance. I felt like a drug addict going through withdrawal. I'd had one taste of his body and love and I was hooked! My body literally ached from being without him, and by the way he was acting I assumed he felt the same. I was masturbating three times a day, and thinking of Aaron every minute. If I was in love with him before I don't know where I was now, somewhere miles above love.
As I watched him I dreamt of walking up behind him, wrapping my arms around his firm stomach, kissing the back of his neck and smelling his sweet hair. As if he'd telepathically heard my thoughts he looked over at me with a boyish grin. Just then he lost his balance and the whole shelf of boxes came tumbling down. Aaron ducked and covered his head as the stacks fell around him and I broke into loud laughter. As the cardboard avalanche came to an end he looked into my eyes again and grinned as if nothing had happened.
"Sorry bout that," I said as I bent down next to him to help restock the boxes.
"You were thinking about hugging me from behind weren't you?" he whispered.
"How'd you know?" I asked astonished.
"Because...that's all you've done to me everytime I've turned my back the past few days."
His voice was so sexy when he whispered. The low tone caused a lustful grain in his voice that showed his adolescence, similar to the steamy whimpers he made in the midst of sexual pleasure. Man!!! I couldn't be around this kid at all without thinking about how much I wanted to rip his clothes off and have wild sex with him!
I helped Aaron finish the boxes so he could wash dishes with me. It had become our favorite chore at work, we could run our hands over the others hand or arm as we leaned over the large sink. It was risky because of the other employees who would pass by and we had to be careful so the bulges in our shorts didn't show too much.
Our shift ended and I had barely pulled my card from the time clock when Aaron grabbed me by the arm and nearly dragged me out of the store. We ran the whole way to Aaron's house and went in the back door. Just inside he turned and pulled my face to his. We kissed madly, deeper than I'd ever kissed in my life! our lips and tongues were everywhere, our arms wrapped around our bodies in a tight embrace, we sucked at each others mouths and shared our breath until I thought I was going to pass out. Our kiss parted and Aaron held me close resting his head on my shoulder. He whispered in my ear with a sultry voice so full of emotion and desire that it melted my heart.
"Please stay tonight, Jay, please stay with me."
Before I could even consider a reply Aaron began to nibble at my ear and I knew instantly which bed I would be sleeping in.
"Aaron? Is that you?" his mom called as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen. HOLY SHIT!!! HIS MOM!! We quickly broke our embrace, nearly pushing each other away and scrambling around the kitchen trying to act normal but almost shaking from the close call. I truly believed that if Aaron's mom, or anyone else for that matter, was to catch us our lives would end in that instant. We would implode or spontaneously combust or something but we certainly wouldn't go on living.
"Yeah mom...we....just....got off work," Aaron stuttered. "Jay is gonna spend the night, is that OK?"
"Sure, but I have to work in the morning so you guys will be on your own," she said, oblivious to the fact that that's exactly what we wanted. She stayed in the kitchen offering us food and drinks and trying to make friendly conversation. I couldn't look her in the eye, as if she would see me and her teenage son in bed, as if my eyes were little TVs broadcasting my thoughts. Aaron seemed more relaxed but we were both trying to hide bulges that my paranoid mind imagined were the sizes of basketballs. I would think such a brush with sure death would make my dick shrivel into a raisin but I was still hard! Were we that obvious? Did she suspect anything? Does she see me sweating? We had to be alone, at least long enough to exhale. Neither one of us was paying any attention to his moms babbling and Aaron was becoming very irritated that she wouldn't leave. At the next pause Aaron grinned at me and I nearly soiled myself. Don't grin at me, she'll know we have sex!! Then I saw the little light bulb above his head.
"Hey Jay, have you played Gran Torismo for Playstation yet?" he asked.
I knew exactly what he was thinking, and we excused ourselves from the kitchen. We hurried up the steps, into his room, then closed and locked the door behind us. I immediately grabbed Aaron and we continued making out. Our lips stayed locked as we moved from the door over to his queen size bed and laid down. Aaron began sucking at my neck as I moved my hands under his baggy t-shirt. Aaron fumbled for the TV remote, turning it on and raising the volume. The sound of the TV helped drowned out our slurping and the occasional soft moan. We were desperate for each others bodies but we didn't dare become too involved with his mom around. I knew we had to slow down or we might not be able to stop at all.
"Aaron," I whispered, trying to catch my breath,"we gotta slow down...if your mom catches us we're dead!"
He knew I was right and slowed his kisses until we finally stopped and just laid there holding each other.
"Let's just get into bed, we can wait until she's asleep to have fun," he said smiling. I agreed and we both began undressing. Aaron turned out the light and the flickering blue glow of the TV lit the room softly. Aaron looked so beautiful standing there naked, his erection sticking out, bobbing around as he walked. I wanted to reach out and pull him onto me so we could have wild passionate sex, but I had to have self control. We crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over us. Our hands glided over our bodies and we kissed softly. I loved to feel his young chest and stomach. He didn't look muscular at all, but just under that silky skin was firm flesh. He brushed his fingers through my hair and we were both stared into our eyes in silence. I laid my head on his warm chest feeling safe and warm. We held each other and turned our eyes to the TV. I have no idea what we even watched. I thought of nothing but how good it felt to be in love. I never suspected that my first real love would be a boy. But at that moment, lying in bed with Aaron, nothing seemed more natural.
We heard footsteps in the hall way, then his mom's door closing. She was going to bed and would be asleep soon. Was it really safe to do anything sexual with his mom just down the hallway? My mind debated the risk but my face was pressed against Aaron's soft chest, my nose filled with that natural scent of his and soon I was sucking gently at his pink little nipple. I heard a sigh escape his soft lips and my hand moved from his stomach to his short soft pubic hair. I wrapped my fingers around his swollen penis and just held it. I could feel it throb in my hand with every beat of his young heart. He held my head against his chest, his hands running through my moppish brown hair and down my back. I pulled my head up and kissed his him. Aaron rolled over on top of me and kissed me deeper. It was so slow, so full of care. I melted and knew I was forever his. I was now on my back and our hard cocks were pressed tightly together. Aaron began a slow grind with his hips, our bare chests rubbing one another, his hands in mine holding me down to the bed. He increased his speed but kept a steady rhythm. We were both breathing hard now and trying to keep our moans quiet, but it was so hard...we were trying so hard to become one...one ball of warm flesh and passion. I put my legs up and wrapped them around Aaron's lower back, pulling him into me harder. The bed began squeaking quietly as Aaron again increased his pace matching our breathing. We tried to be quiet, but the risk of being caught and our hushed whimpers and moans only aroused us more. We were both approaching a climax fast and I pulled Aaron with my legs as he thrust harder. Aaron pressed his mouth over mine hard muffling both our groans as I felt myself erupt. I tightened my legs around his back hard as I could and he whimpered into my mouth, his hips bucking wildly from his own explosion of pleasure. A huge slick puddle formed between our hot sweaty bodies as we emptied what felt like gallons of warm cum from ourselves. Aaron released his lips from mine and we both tried to catch our breath. He rolled off of me and we laid there side by side staring at the ceiling. I felt like his body was still grasping mine, yet I also felt like I didn't weigh a pound. Eventually we regained enough strength to slowly lick each other clean and then drifted off to sleep holding one another.
The next morning I awoke to find Aaron pressed tightly against me, his back to my chest, my arm over him, my hard penis pressed against his smooth round butt. I started kissing the back of his neck and his shoulder and he soon opened his eyes with a smile.
"Good morning loverboy," I said smiling.
"I was really hoping last night wasn't a dream," he said.
"If it was I hope I was as good in yours as I was in the dream I had"
We both laughed and cuddled closer. I pushed my face closer to his reddish hair and inhaled that sweet smell. Could my life be any more complete? If I never left that room as long as I lived it would be fine by me, as long as I was with this boy.
"Aaron," I asked, "how long have you known you like guys?"
He thought for a second, "A couple years I guess, but I always liked looking at guys, even when I was little, I just didn't know why back then."
"Really?" I asked, "me too. I used to get a tingling feeling whenever I saw a kid without a shirt. Like I wanted to touch them somehow, but I had no idea why."
"Well...we sure know why now," he said giggling.
"I've never been with another guy before, have you?"
"Never," he said without hesitation. "You're my first, Jay, but I know you're the best."
Aaron turned around and we met in a gentle kiss. We began sucking at our lips and our tongues wrestled inside our mouths. The next thing I knew Aaron was sucking at my nipples as he stroked my 15 year old cock. What a way to wake up! Sure beats dragging yourself out of bed and off to school.
I closed my eyes and let my hands run over his head, neck and shoulders. He knew just how to match the pace of his sucking and stroking, the two sensations working together to send electricity to every nerve in me.
"Oh Aaron," I gasped, "suck me, please suck me."
Aaron plunged his head over my six inches and positioned himself over my head. I licked at his head playfully and nibbled at the soft skin. Aaron was taking long slow strokes on me, stopping occasionally to suck at the head, then resuming his rhythm. Once I got his meat into my mouth he began thrusting his hips gently, pushing himself in and out of my mouth. He loved thrusting his hips like that, pushing his cock in and out. He made such gentle and sensuous motions. I worked his member with my lips as it slid between them. Alone in the house we were able to make all the noise we wanted, and we made plenty! Aaron's moans vibrated my cock and sent electric shocks up my spine. I intentionally hummed on his to return the sensation.
Aaron began to whimper and suck me faster. He was close and the squeaky moans he made put me over the edge. My cum squirted into his mouth taking him by surprise and setting off his own orgasm. We writhed against each other, unable to physically express the sensations overwhelming our bodies. As our tense muscles began to relaxed Aaron pulled my cock from his mouth with a slurp. We laid on the bed for nearly half an hour before Aaron finally spoke.
"I love you, Jay," he said quietly.
My heart nearly burst. I'd heard those words from my family and even a few girls before, but they had never meant so much to me.
"I love you, Aaron," was the only thing I could say.
He laid there for a minute as if considering something, then he rolled over, opened the drawer in his night stand and pulled out a thin leather necklace with only a small silver ring at the end. I sat up and asked what it was.
"I've had this for a long time, ever since my dad died," he said looking at it, rolling it around in his fingers. "I'm named after him you know, and I saved it waiting for the day when I met my true love."
He looked up into my eyes and slid the necklace over my head and around my neck. I held the ring up and saw the name engraved on the outside: Aaron. I almost cried. I'd never had anyone give me something so precious in all my life. Aaron was entrusting me with the symbol of his father's love, and now it was the symbol of our love.
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