Welcome back everyone! The story continues this week, some familiar things and some new developments going on. And keep those emails coming, jaytrower@hotmail.com. I love hearing from all of you, even if I cant respond right away, I am making an effort to reply more. Anyway, you probably arent reading this part so Ill shut up now =) Enjoy the story!
THE STRAWBERRY BOY Chapter 5
By Jason Trower
The calm lake could be seen past the rooftops and a wonderfully fresh summer breeze was blowing off the water as I poked my head out the window, startling Aaron. I had let myself in his empty house and found him sitting on the roof watching a small group of kids splashing and playing on the beach. I climbed out and joined him catching myself before I gave him a long slow kiss. I was catching myself doing that a lot lately. Kissing Aaron of course, but I'm talking about doing it in public. Sometimes it was the hardest thing in the world, to be walking down the street, sitting with him, or hanging out with friends and not be able to put my arms around that cute, slim little waist and give him a squeeze. I was so helplessly in love and I wanted to show it to him every second of the day.
"Come over for some lovin before I go to work?" he asked cheerfully. He grinned at me and tried to look me in the eye but my sunglasses blocked him. They were my protection from his lustful eyes. Lately it seemed that anytime our eyes met we ended up naked, making slow sweet love to each other. I smiled back noticing that his face was almost healed except for a little bruising around his right eye.
"I don't know, my back is still out of place from doing it in the car last night," I said. "Funny, I always thought I'd have to wait until I could drive to have sex in the back of a car."
"You don't love me," he said, acting hurt, "give me back the ring."
"I'm not taking it off EVER again," I said laughing, "sorry, Petey."
Aaron hated the attention his black eye had given him, so naturally as a good friend I had started calling him Petey, after the Little Rascals dog. He hated that even more, or at least he acted like it. But we both knew my teasing was just another way of showing my affection for him.
"So what are you gonna do while I'm off scrubbing pans?" he asked, giving me a joking sneer, obviously jealous that I had the night off.
"Alex is bugging me to go to some party tonight. Guess I should, I've barely seen him the past few weeks. Besides, maybe I'll find some hot chic and get lucky."
Aaron gave me a light smack on the back of the head as he climbed in through the window. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it among the other clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. I followed him to the bathroom and finally got my arms around him, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his neck and rubbing my face in his hair. I held him tight, feeling his strong shoulder blades against my chest, my hands on his smooth warm stomach. He turned his head and leaned back allowing our lips to meet. My hands were on his chest by now, gliding over his soft skin, feeling the hidden ripples and curves of his young muscles, pulling him against me. His hands held my hips and his mouth opened releasing a sigh as my hand slipped inside his shorts. I cupped his stiffening tool with my hand, just holding him, enjoying his heat. He opened his beautiful brown eyes and looked into mine and I knew we were going to make love again. He leaned his head back against my shoulder and moaned ever so softly as I moved my hand rhythmically on his cock.
"Oh shit!!! Is that right?!?" he asked pointing at the clock in front of us. "Damn, I'm late already."
We both sighed, disappointed by our bad timing.
"How about I stop over after the party?"
"That could work," he said grinning, "mom will be working late, tell your parents your staying here tonight, mmmmmm."
My heart was breaking knowing he was going to spent the next four hours miserable at the pizza shop. Oh how I wanted to drag him off to the bedroom, but we had to practice our will power. Aaron quickly put on his work shirt and we kissed passionately the whole way downstairs and to the front door. One last long kiss and we parted ways.
Alex arrived at my house about an hour later, proudly twirling the keys to his parents car around his finger like a gunslinger. I spent the short drive to the party daydreaming out the window. As we passed the pizza shop I stared through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aaron. I was so preoccupied with the dreams and desires in my heart that I had barely said a word.
"Hellooooooooo?" Alex said waving his hand at me.
"Huh? What?" I said realizing that he had been talking.
"Are you alright?" he asked with a concerned voice. "You've been keeping to yourself like some kind of a hermit for the past two weeks. And now we're on our way to an unsupervised party and you're totally silent."
"I'm fine," I said insistently. Ooops!! An image of Aaron in my mind let a dopey grin slip out and Alex saw it.
"Oh shit!!" he said with a wide smile, "You're in love! Who is she?"
I was trapped! I had never expected this. I wasn't sure what to say, I didn't have an excuse or a story, no fake name at the ready. I squirmed in my seat a little and tried to think but I had no idea what to say.
"Come on," he pushed, "who is she? What's she look like? At least give me a hint, dude."
"I'm in love, let's just leave it at that for now," I said with no trace of the grin on my face.
Alex seemed confused by my change of mood but let it drop. We made small talk for the rest of the drive and soon arrived at the party, already in progress. The driveway was packed with cars and I noticed Chad's Jeep. Great, I thought to myself. Just the person I needed to see. Nothin like a rich kid, who gets a car for his sixteenth birthday, beating up on somebody because they don't love the right person. What the hell could Chad possibly know about love anyway, the only person he's ever loved is himself. My blood boiled but I tried to keep my cool. I reassured myself that all I had to do was keep my distance from him for a couple of hours.
The night was already in full swing. People were crammed into the house, ear splitting music, and enough alcohol to drowned China. A pretty good party by all means! I stuck with Alex and a few other friends but felt akward and out of place as they eyed all the girls, often nudging me and pointing out one in a short skirt. Sure I like girls, and they didn't come any hotter or more available then at this party. I acted interested but I couldn't seem to bring myself to even look at somebody else in that way without Aaron popping into my head. I decided I needed to relax and let my straight side run wild for a while. I headed for the kitchen in search of some liquid courage. There was a huge metal tub in the kitchen filled with ice and dozens of cans of cheap beer and I heard two voices from behind.
"So what happened with you and Aaron man? I heard you kicked the shit outta him over the weekend."
Chad appeared at my side and rudely pushed his way in front of me to get a beer, not even bothering to turn and see who I was.
"Fuck that little bastard," he said, "He's lucky that's all I did to him for tripping me like that."
By the time I had thought it was too late to stop myself. I grabbed Chad by the shoulder and spun him around. Before his eyes could even focus my fist had made contact with his face. He staggered backwards, nearly falling over the garbage can behind him. He reacted quick and charged at me, slamming me against the wall and ramming his fist into my stomach. I tried to get my arm free but he hit me in the mouth with his other fist. I came back with another to his face and we struggled until I hit my head on the wall. By now people had gathered to watch and to break us up. Chad took one last swing and knocked me to the floor. I laid there dazed, propped up on my elbows. Then I looked up and saw Chad's face. At first he had a confused expression, as if he was trying to figure out why I had attacked him. But soon it changed to almost disbelief. It was then that I realized what I'd done. I had given myself away. Now Chad knew, it was me that Aaron had been talking to on the phone. The short minute I spent on the floor seemed like hours as my whole life replayed before my eyes. I felt as if it was a huge turning point, as if I would never be the same person again. I got up and walked out of the house. Alex chased me asking what happened and offered me a ride home. I harshly told him I was walking and I'd see him later.
I walked to Aaron's house, knocked and went in. Aaron came hopping down the steps happily, excited to see me. Then, with a start, his eyes met mine and he saw my face.
"Oh shit!! Oh shit!! What happened to you?" he said running to me.
"It's ok," I chuckled, "I got a few good punches in."
"Who? Chad?" Aaron asked.
"I was defending you, loverboy," I said forcing a smile and poking him in the shoulder.
A sad smile came across his face and for a second I thought he was going to get teary. He put his arms around me and gave me a gentle hug. It felt so good to hold his young body in my arms again. It was all worth it, anything was worth it, as long as I still had him. I held him against me and ran my hand through his hair. He pulled back slightly, closed his eyes, and put his sweet lips to mine.
"OOWWW!" I yelped as I jumped back. I hadn't even noticed my swollen lip until then. In fact the pain was just now starting to sink in. My mind had been full of a thousand thoughts and feelings, I didn't even notice how much my face hurt.
"Sorry. Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said as he put his arm around me and guided me up the stairs.
Aaron lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He turned back to me and slowly took my hands in his, looking into my eyes. I could feel such a genuine love radiating from him, like the warmth from a soft fire. His eyes trailed down my chest to my waist and he lifted my t-shirt. He pulled it off over my head, being careful of my sore face. His soft hand touched my neck and slowly glided down my chest. I took off Aaron's shirt, resting my hand on his shoulder and massaging it softly before sliding to the back of his neck. I pulled him to me and held him, feeling his chest on mine. Aaron began kissing my neck softly and I rubbed his back, kneading his young muscles. His hands slipped down to my waist between us and he unbuttoned my shorts. Aaron knelt down in front of me, his warm breath blowing over my chest as he did. He slid my shorts down letting me step out of them. He slowly removed my socks one at a time. Then he gently pulled my boxers down, letting them fall to the floor. He stood up, running his hands up the back of my legs and over my butt, then he dropped his own shorts and kicked them aside with his foot.
We stood naked, looking into one anothers eyes as the steam from the shower filled the small room. We came together in a slow, warm embrace, pressing our nude bodies together. We held each other for a minute, then Aaron took my hand and lead me into the shower. We stood under the warm stream as our hands explored our slick, wet skin. Aaron's skin was always so soft and smooth, but I was amazed at the way he felt under my hands in the shower. I wanted to kiss him terribly but I whinced in pain everytime my lips touched him.
Aaron turned me around, running his fingers through my hair. He poured shampoo in his hand and began washing my hair, the sweet strawberry smell filling my nose. He rinsed my hair and put his arms around my waist, holding me against him in a gentle hug. Every move was so gentle and tender, so sweet and slow. I turned and washed his hair, rubbing my soapy hands up and down his back before rinsing. I held him around the waist as he had done to me, but now my hands were finding their way to his beautiful cock. I rubbed a bit of soap into my hand and rested my chin on his shoulder. Aaron sighed heavily as my fingers wrapped around him and began long, slow strokes. He pushed himself backwards into me, pressing my cock between his smooth wet cheeks. His back arched and I rubbed his firm flexing chest with my free hand. My fingers played with his nipples as I quickened my strokes. His cock was like a rock, throbbing and swelling in my hand. His breathing was fast and heavy, small squeaky wimpers slipping out between gasps. I moved my hips in slow short thrusts, rubbing my hard on back and forth in his slippery crack. Aaron reached back and held my bottom in his hands, pulling me into him tightly. I wrapped one leg around his, holding him with all my strength, grinding myself into his soft ass. It was impossible to tell where I ended and he began, we were so intertwined, working as one mass of warm wet passion. I could feel his muscles becoming tense as his orgasm approached, but he bit his bottom lip and tried to hold it back. His cock was throbbing in my hand, swollen, red and aching. I pushed myself into him harder, his cheeks clenched around my sensitive penis. We were both getting so close, our breathing and moaning becoming faster and louder. Aaron's entire body was rigid and he grasped at me as if he was holding on to life itself.
"Uh, Uh, oh Jay," he gasped in a steamy, sexy voice, "Uh, I, Uh, I love you."
"Cum for...oh....cum for me lover," I whispered as my lips began sucking at his ear.
The pressure reached the breaking point. Aaron's body shuddered uncontrolably as streams of hot semen shot from his cock. The feeling of his pulsing meat in my hand sent me over the edge and I gave one last, hard thrust into him as I yelled out, my cock spurting between our wet bodies. The whole room spun and I held Aaron tighter to keep from falling. Slowly the spasms subsided and we relaxed. Still wrapped around each other we leaned against the wall, the warm water running over us. Aaron turned to me, kissing my face and whispering in my ear.
"It doesn't matter who knows, Jay. It doesn't matter what they do. They will never separate our hearts."
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