Hello! As I promised, chapter 7! This is my longest chapter yet, I'm surprised I finished in time. Hope you guys don't expect this to happen every week =) Enjoy it, and remember to tell me what you think, jaytrower@hotmail.com, Laters.
The Strawberry Boy Chapter 7
By Jason Trower
The sun was harsh that July afternoon and I was beginning to feel like a lobster being boiled to death. A relaxing swim in the lake had cooled off Alex and I, but now that we were walking home I could feel the bare skin on my shoulders and back becoming tight and irritated. We had forgotten our sunblock and now it looked like we could both expect a decent sunburn.
"Maybe next time we should go swimming at night," Alex said squinting and smiling. "Of course then we wouldn't need to wear shorts either."
He laughed at his suggestive joke and I smiled, but it was a fake smile. Alex and I had always joked like that, acting gay and stuff, but for some reason he had been doing it a lot more than usual. Every time we were together he was making a joke now, but he didn't seem to have the same attitude about it. Almost as if his laugh was just a cover. And to make matters more curious he had stopped asking about my love interest. Did he somehow suspect that I was in love with a guy? Did he like guys? Why didn't a cute boy like Alex have a girlfriend? Did he suspect I had loved him? Did he know what he was doing to me?
I suddenly realized that I had asked myself these same questions about Aaron weeks earlier, and it scared the hell out of me. I loved Aaron with every ounce of my existence, he was my soulmate, there would never be another for me. But so many old feelings for Alex were coming to the surface, like sea monsters popping up unexpectedly.
I found it hard to keep my eyes off him as we walked to my house wearing only wet swimming trunks. He was beautiful, slightly bigger built than Aaron, his muscles more prominent, same height as me, short Ebony hair all wet and messy from our swim. Of course his hair was usually gelled up all messy and I'd always thought it looked so cute. And those wonderful hazel eyes of his! Green at the center, fading to a narrow brown ring. Oh where was Aaron? Why wasn't he there to keep my mind from wandering to Alex?
We finally reached my house, escaping the brutal sun, and headed for the bathroom in the basement to change out of our wet trunks. This was a torture I'd almost forgotten about, that I thought I'd left behind at the end of the school year when Alex and I had PE together. Seeing Alex naked and showering had almost been too much for me then, and now I was about to be subjected to it again. He kicked off his shoes as I went to find some fresh towels in the laundry room and get a few seconds to myself so I could take my mind off his naked body and prevent any "mechanical" problems. But when I finally returned to the bathroom Alex was standing nude, turning on the water in the shower stall in the corner of the room. I paused for a moment, a moment too long. My eyes focused on his tight body and that beautiful, and large, piece of meat dangling between his legs.
"Jay!" he said startling me, "something wrong?"
I had been staring so intently, admiring his manhood that I hadn't noticed him turn to look at me. I wasn't quite sure if I turned red or white.
"Um...no...nothing's wrong," I stuttered and put the towels on the counter.
"Then get your shorts off and lets get washed off, that lake water feels scummy today."
I hadn't looked at him since I'd set the towels down and between the thoughts spinning in my head and my eagerness to act calm and normal something had slipped my mind. I dropped my wet shorts and kicked them away before I realized that I was fully erect. I looked down in disbelief at my hard penis then looked up to see Alex standing right there in front of me, looking into my eyes.
"It's alright, Jay," he said softly, stepping slightly closer.
My eyes were locked on his but for some reason I could also see his entire tanned body and his impressive cock beginning to lengthen and stiffen, swelling with the anticipation and desire in his eyes. Somewhere back in the depths of my mind a voice yelled to me, pleading with me to remember Aaron, my true love, but my heart and body were being pulled towards Alex like steel to a magnet. I took a tiny step towards him and placed my hands on his firm torso. I leaned in slowly, my sensitive cock head brushing against his thick fleshy organ, and pressed my lips to his for the first time. My mind went blank, the only thing I was aware of at that moment was the feel of his body, of his lips, of his warm penis against mine.
Our kiss stopped slowly and I leaned back opening my eyes. But Alex no longer had that look of lustful longing, no look of satisfaction or love, only a mixture of horror and panic. I was frozen with dread and the reality that I must have just imagined all the signs and kissed him by surprise, catching him completely unawares and making probably the biggest mistake of my life. He began to shake visibly and his voice trembled and cracked sounding almost as if he was about to burst into tears.
"I...I...gotta go," he said quickly pulling on his wet trunks and stumbling towards the stairs.
"Alex wait!" I said, my vision blurring as I began crying.
He stopped halfway up the steps and turned to look back at me as I wiped the tears from my face.
"It's ok," he said slowly, "I like....."
Everything faded to black as Alex's voice trailed off, gradually being drowned out by the sound of a lawn mower. Slowly I opened my eyes and seeing a ceiling fan sighed in relief. I was lying in Aaron's bed on my back, Aaron half on top of me, still asleep. His hairless leg was over mine, his arm draped across my stomach, his head resting on my chest. I was so relieved to be there with my lover, the only boy I wanted. I brushed my fingers through his silken hair causing him to stir slightly, giving me a sleepy hug and snuggling closer. Oh I loved him so much, how could I possibly love him more? He was the perfect picture of peace and beauty as he slept. His soft reddish hair, his skin smooth as glass, his sweet warm breath blowing gently on my chest. And he was holding me! Sometimes the realization that the most beautiful boy in the world was in love with me almost brought me to tears. This was one of those gentle tender moments that I wanted to last forever. If I never again left that bed I could still die happy.
Aaron stirred again and sighed, looking up at me with a drowsy grin as he opened his eyes.
"Good morning lover," I said as I kissed him on the forehead.
"Do I have to get up?" he asked innocently. "Can't we stay here, like this, all day?"
"That's fine by me," I said hugging him close to me. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip and my own penis began to respond. It was warm and the thin white bed sheet barely covered our nakedness. I ran my hand up and down Aaron's back as he nuzzled closer still, kissing my chest softly and rubbing my stomach. He moved his leg up and down, rubbing his smooth skin against mine. I admired his strong legs, well toned from hours of soccer.
"Damn," he said quietly, sighing with disappointment. "The soccer game. I gotta be there by 11:00"
I checked the clock and wondered to myself if Aaron had read my mind. It was 10:30, no time for love. We both wanted to stay in bed and make love, but Aaron had skipped the last game they'd planned for that reason. And now that Chad didn't seem to show up for any of the games they needed all the players they could get. I thought for a minute about Chad. It seemed so alien to me, something I just couldn't comprehend. That somebody could be such a good friend and then turn so harshly. What had Aaron done so wrong? All he had done was love another person. But I guess I was right, somebody like Chad could never understand real love, the concept was just too much for him to handle. Neither of us had seen much of him since that fateful night at the party.
Aaron and I climbed out of bed and began to get dressed, sneaking whatever kiss or touch we could. I had to restrain myself, I knew that if we became too involved we'd end up back in bed and Aaron would never make the game. It was almost impossible. Every time my hands or my lips touched his skin, tasted his breath, or stroked his hair I was overwhelmed with desire and a yearning to prove my love to him, to share our bodies, hearts and souls again and again.
Aaron finished dressing and stood in front of me. His face was expressionless but his eyes said it all.
"I love you Jay," he said as he kissed me softly on the lips. No tongue, almost no pressure, just a gentle, slow kiss that melted my heart.
We walked to the playing field behind the school, talking happily about the game and our other plans for the day. It was times like these that I knew Aaron and I were friends first, before all else.
Everyone had arrived and was eager to start playing, yelling and teasing Aaron for always being the last one to show. The usual group of friends were there to watch, sitting on the low bleachers at the side of the field and I walked over to sit with Alex, TJ, and two girls I didn't know. I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable around Alex lately, especially after the dream I'd had that morning. Why did these feelings have to resurface after all this time? Why couldn't I just love Aaron and forget that anybody else even existed? I made small talk for a while, putting on a fake smile but Alex knew me too well and I could tell he was eyeing me, wondering why I seemed so distant. I kept my eyes on the field and tried to watch the game, concentrating on my true lover. It was always great to see Aaron in action. To watch him play with such power and force and know that he could also be so graceful and gentle. It was also quite a turn on to see him demonstrating his athletic skill, watching his muscles flex and his body strain as he poured his heart into the game. Aaron put his heart into everything he did, one more of the many reasons I loved him.
"Jay?" Alex said, startling me, "something wrong?"
"What? I mean...no, nothin, why?" I said unconvincingly.
"Well, you've been sitting here the whole time and have barely said a word. You're daydreaming, you look worried, and it's not just today, it's every time I see you."
Alex was talking in almost a whisper now, trying to be quiet around everyone else, but still wanting to help or comfort me. If only he knew the cause of my worries. For a minute I wished he did know. Maybe then he wouldn't be leaning so close to me, whispering in my ear, driving me crazy. I'd been looking at my feet but turned to look at Alex. For a moment our faces were inches apart and our eyes were locked.
"I'm fine," I said, looking away quickly, hoping he wouldn't press the issue.
"Ready to go, dude?" Aaron asked, happily grinning at me.
The game had ended and I didn't even know who won. I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I'd missed the whole game! Judging by the big comical smile Aaron was giving me I assumed his side had won and congratulated him on a great game. I said a quick goodbye to the other guys and we set off for home.
"You weren't even watching were you?" Aaron asked after we'd walked some distance from the field.
"Of course I was," I said, only half lying.
"Then you should have known that I didn't win, we lost 4-0," he said still grinning.
I tried to come up with an excuse but I knew I was caught in a lie.
"You know why we lost?" he asked. "Cause I was too busy stealing glances at you instead of guarding. And you were so busy watching me you didn't even know what anybody else was doing."
Aaron was almost laughing now and I couldn't help but smile and giggle myself.
"We are hopeless," he said shaking his head, "I cant get through a single soccer game without looking over at you and thinking of how much I want to finish the game so we can go home and screw."
I was outright laughing by now and Aaron threw his arm around my shoulder as we walked up my front lawn. I was pleasantly surprised to find nobody home and grinned mischievously at Aaron.
"Well, don't bother taking a shower just yet, looks like I'll be getting hot and sweaty too."
Aaron smiled and soon we were standing in the kitchen kissing wildly, sucking at our lips, our tongues frolicking in each others mouths. Aaron moved to kissing my neck and I whispered in his ear.
"Not here, lets go to my room."
We quickly ran off to my room, and once the door was closed not another word was spoken. We stood before each other, looking into our eyes and moving slowly. Aaron pulled his shirt off and wiped his chest with it before tossing it aside. Then he stepped up to me, placing his hands at my waist and leaning in to kiss my lips. His hands pulled my shirt up to my chest, his thumb rubbing my nipple in small circles. I sighed and broke our kiss, letting him remove my shirt completely. I unbuckled my cutoffs and stepped out of them as they fell to the floor. Aaron lead me by my hand to the bed and we both laid down in one anothers arms, kissing and rubbing with our chests pressed together.
Aaron was full of adrenaline from the soccer match and was really taking control. His lips were all over me, my face, my neck, my chest, my arms, everywhere. His lips nibbled at my collar bone as his hand entered the front of my boxer briefs, massaging my swollen balls before pulling my hard shaft out the opening at the front. His fingertips traced its length gently as he sucked at my nipples. All I could do was hold his tender young body close and let him control me.
Soon he began to slide off the bed, moving his hand and lips away from me reluctantly. He stood at my side and dropped his Umbros, freeing his beautiful hard on. I stared at it, almost drooling, as he hooked his fingers in the waist of my underwear and began pulling them off. I lifted my hips to let him as he slid them down, his hands caressing my legs as he went. Like an animal stalking its prey he crawled on all fours up the end of my bed, between my spread legs and settled his weight over me. Our mouths met again and shared gasps of breath as Aaron began a graceful grind with his hips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him tight against me, feeling his smooth skin against mine, his hardness pressing into mine, his lips on mine.
We rolled over, still holding each other. Back and forth until I was on top, kissing every inch of his smooth body, all over his neck, chest, arms and legs. I couldn't stop, neither of us could. We were wild with passion like never before, nearly on fire with lust and consumed with love at the same time. I was driven crazy with carnal desire by every feature of his young body, his smooth chest, his small hard nipples, his copper skin, his strong legs wrapped around my back. But it was the love in his heart, the love meant for me that sent me to heaven.
I watched his chest rise and fall with every heavy breath as my lips slid down his firm stomach. I held his beautiful erection in my hand and began to massage the smooth pink tip with my lips. His sweet precum began leaking more and I started sucking gently trying to taste all I could. Aaron moaned as I took more and more of his length into my mouth. I wanted to go slow and make this last as long as possible but I was nearly out of control. I wanted to taste his delicious meat so bad I couldn't stop. I sucked and licked as hard and fast as I could as his cock grew even bigger and stiffer, his legs writhing around me. My head was bobbing up and down, letting my lips stroke his shaft as my tongue bathed the head. I went down again, taking his entire length, pressing my nose into his short reddish brown pubes.
"Jay...Jay," Aaron whispered to me, "please...fuck me please."
It took everything I had to pull his luscious hard on from my mouth, but I crawled over him, looking into his eyes before giving him a long slow kiss on the lips. As our lips parted Aaron lifted his legs slowly, inviting me to pleasure him from the inside. I got into position but tried my best to go slower this time. I wet my finger in my mouth and made gentle circles around his pink entrance as I kissed his ankles. I slid my first finger in making slow circular movements, preparing him for more. Soon I slid a second finger in and pushed in and out as Aaron gasped with excitement and anticipation. He was getting close and I knew it wouldn't take long for either of us to reach that blissful moment. I carefully removed my fingers and pressed my head to his hole. A gentle push was all it took and I began to slowly slide into his hot body. Aaron whimpered and moaned, arching his back and squirming. I pumped myself in and out of my boyfriend trying hard to keep it slow and gentle.
"Oh Jay....uh...uh...all the way in...deeper." He panted lustfully.
I lifted myself over him thrusting my cock into his tight hole as far as I could, my balls rubbing against his soft smooth ass. It was all I could take. Aaron let out a passionate moan, his muscles tightening as he went over the edge of orgasm. I pushed my weight against him and pumped him full of hot cum, moaning, almost screaming out to him.
"Oh Alex!" I moaned, "Oh God I love you Alex!"
We collapsed in a twisted, sweaty, sticky pile of naked flesh. It took a few minutes before I even had the strength to carefully pull myself from Aaron and roll over. I laid on my side next to him, holding him in my arms and kissing his shoulder. He turned his face to me and I looked up into his eyes with a satisfied grin. But Aaron looked more confused and hurt than fulfilled. His mouth hung open slightly as he searched for the right words. There was a long, awkward silence before he finally said anything.
"You...called me Alex," he said slowly. "You yelled his name, you called me Alex."
I was confused for a second myself, trying to replay every thought I'd had during our love making. And then with a sickening feeling I realized that I had, I had called him Alex.
"Aaron....I'm sorry...I couldn't control myself," I started to explain.
"You what?" he asked sharply. "No wonder you weren't watching the game, sitting with Alex, right there in front of me and you're messing around with somebody else?"
Aaron pulled away from me and got out of the bed, a tear running down his cheek. He began to dress quickly and I was so shocked and confused I could barely speak.
"Aaron...wait...no I never messed around with anybody, I'd never do that to you," I pleaded.
"No, but you sure can yell somebody else's name while you're fucking me," he said angrily.
He was almost sobbing now and puling his shoes on. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxers, hoping I could stop him from leaving. I put my hand on his shoulder but he pulled away.
"Just leave me alone," he snapped, "I knew it was too good to be true, I knew I couldn't have the perfect relationship with the guy I've loved all my life"
I was stunned, did he just say 'all my life'? I stood with my mouth hanging open as Aaron turned and walked out. By the time I came to my senses he was already walking down the street, wiping his face and trying to hide his tears.
The roller coaster had started again. After all the pain, after thinking that I'd lost him once, after the unbelievable high of having him back, after taking our love to new heights, fighting for each other, after the lifetime of change that had occurred already that summer, Aaron was walking away crying again. Why did it have to happen? I just couldn't keep Alex out of my mind. How could I be so thoughtless and uncaring? I hated myself. Maybe I didn't deserve to have such a wonderful boy like Aaron.
There was a beautiful crescent moon that night, and the stars filled the sky, shimmering and bright like the eyes of the boy I loved. I sat there in the back yard on a blanket staring up at the sky, hoping to find some answer to my questions either out there in the universe or inside myself. But nothing came to me. At least I could be alone out here, away from my parents who could only bug me by constantly asking what was wrong and why I wasn't talking.
I heard soft footsteps behind me, too slow and soft to be my parents. I turned around hoping I would see Aaron standing there, but it was my little brother, Matt. He looked down at me with sympathy in his big brown eyes but didn't say a word. I turned back to look at the sky and Matt sat down on the blanket beside me, throwing his arm around me and resting his head on my shoulder. I was a bit confused by his actions. Matt and I always got along fine, but he was never one to be so openly affectionate, or open about anything, even to his big brother. But his hug was more than just a comforting pat on the back.
"Jay," he said very quietly, "I have to tell you something. I know about you and Aaron...and...I'm the same way"
How'd you like it? Like that cliffhanger? Sorry I couldn't help myself, but you'd better get used to them. Check back in two weeks to find out what happens with Aaron, Jay, Matt, Alex, and maybe even somebody new! Laters.