Chapter 6
They didn’t talk much while listening to the concert. But over the course of it, Connor began to subtly move over the blanket toward Aaron. He wriggled over it bit-by-bit, and before the last song he had positioned himself so that his thigh was pressed up against Aaron’s. The warmth and pressure of it weren’t having a very good effect on him, since they were out in the open and surrounded by other concert-goers. Connor, the evil little beggar, then casually extended a hand and placed it lightly on Aaron’s thigh. He gasped a bit at this touch, the slender fingers seeming to burn him through the material of his pants. He was so stiff that it hurt, but he couldn’t even move to try to ‘reposition’ himself, since he’d then be displaying his erection to anyone close enough to them to see his lap. And he didn’t dare tell Connor off, as the people sitting around them were bound to hear him unless he whispered.
Connor’s eyes slid his way, and the gleam in those beautiful orbs made Aaron sigh in exasperation. Naughty, gorgeous creature. He had a sudden vision of bending Connor over his lap and paddling his ass, but that only made his condition worse. Christ, he never would have imagined that he had a kinky streak in him! He toughed it out, trying not to grimace at the acute pain at his groin. Finally the concert was over, and people began to get up and leave. But he remained sitting, even when Connor clambered to his feet. The younger man glanced down at him. “Are you coming?” he asked with a small frown.
‘Almost,’ Aaron thought as he gritted his teeth. “Just give me a minute,” he said through them.
Connor sank back down beside him. “Are you all right?” he asked.
Aaron gave him a sardonic look. “Not really. I can’t imagine why, either…” he added dryly.
Connor’s brows crinkled in confusion. “What’s the matter?” he asked anxiously.
Aaron frowned. Connor really did look puzzled. Maybe he didn’t have any idea of the effect he’d had on Aaron after all? “Err…you kept pushing your thigh up against mine, and you put your hand on me, too. It…kind of…oh hell, it made me hard,” he hissed into Connor’s ear.
The brilliant grayish eyes widened. “Oh!” Connor yelped. His eyes flew to Aaron’s crotch, taking in the visible evidence there. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I just wanted to touch you,” he explained.
He could understand that. And it made him feel better that Connor hadn’t been teasing him after all. He conjured up a rather painful smile for the younger man. “That’s fine; we just have to wait a minute until I can actually move without hobbling. If you don’t mind?”
“No, of course not. But is that going to happen every time that I touch you?” Connor asked.
Aaron sighed. “Probably,” he said. “It’s just what happens when a guy is touched by someone he’s attracted to.”
“Oh,” Connor scratched at his head. “I guess I get that. It’s just that I’ve never done that with anybody who touched me before this.”
Aaron glanced at him. “Well, you said that you’re only attracted to ME, so that makes sense. Now if I was to touch you…” he suddenly reached out and placed his hand atop Connor’s thigh. He began to stroke his hand lightly over the fabric of Connor’s jeans, and the younger man huffed out a sharp breath and squirmed a little. “How does that feel?” Aaron asked rather heartlessly.
“Oh. Umm…” Connor bit at his lips a little, and the sight of those white teeth gently gnawing at the soft-looking pink lips made Aaron’s own problem surge to life once more. He removed his hand precipitously from Connor’s thigh.
“Let’s just sit here and wait for a moment,” he told the younger man in resignation.
“Okay,” Connor sighed. “This isn’t easy, is it?” he asked after a moment’s silence.
Aaron found himself smiling a little. “No, it isn’t,” he agreed. “This is what normal guys go through all the time. Be glad that you’re actually only attracted to me, Connor. Can you imagine being that turned on by almost everyone of the opposite or same sex? It sucks being a guy sometimes.”
“It sure does. I’m not used to this,” Connor said. “Does it get any easier?”
“Well, maybe when we both get too old to be aroused easily,” Aaron replied dryly. “So maybe when we’re in our seventies or eighties?”
“That bites,” he said glumly.
“Look at it this way - it might not be good for this to happen in public, but at least you know that we won’t have any trouble getting aroused by each other when we’re in private,” Aaron remarked.
Connor brightened up a bit. “That’s good,” he said.
“I agree. Especially since I’ve always liked girls before you. I’m glad that I won’t have any problems…err…performing.”
Connor swallowed convulsively. ‘You’re going to…ummm…have sex with me, right? How does that…work?”
Aaron stared at him, and then remembered Connor’s naiveté about sexual things. All he’d had were the steamy dreams, but apparently they hadn’t gone into full blown sexual intercourse between two men. “I would put my – penis – into you,” he told Connor slowly. “Into your…uhhh…anus.”
Connor blinked. “Into my ass, you mean?”
Aaron nodded. “That’s right. That’s how gay sex works between two men.”
“And it fits?” Connor asked anxiously, his eyes darting down to the bulge visible at Aaron’s crotch.
“Yes, it does. Trust me on this one,” Aaron replied. When Connor stared at him mutely, he sighed and shrugged. “I’ve had anal sex with women before this,” he explained tightly. “It’s the same principle, so I know how to do it right. It’ll be fine.”
Connor nodded. “All right,” he said trustingly.
That was obviously enough for him. Aaron felt that warmth again, and he smiled at Connor. “I’m feeling a bit better,” he said gently. “How about you?”
“I’m good,” Connor said.
“Great. I’m ready to get something to eat. I’m really hungry.”
“Me too,” Connor said, jumping lithely to his feet. “Where are we gonna go to eat?”
“Anywhere you want,” Aaron told him as he got to his own feet more slowly.
Connor considered this. “Pizza?” he asked hopefully.
Aaron’s lips twitched. “All right,” he said.
“I really liked that concert,” Connor remarked, in between large bites of pepperoni pizza. “Thanks for taking me.”
“You’re welcome, and I’m glad that you liked it,” Aaron remarked. “It’s a pleasant way for me to donate to charity.”
“What charity was it for?”
“A charity that helps to pay for medical care for poor children,” Aaron replied, sipping at the glass of iced tea in front of him.
“That’s cool. I wouldn’t mind donating to charities, but I’m never sure what the good ones are. You know, the ones that don’t spend most of the money themselves instead of taking care of the people they’re supposed to.”
“That can be tricky,” Aaron agreed. “Some charities have CEOs that earn millions, which is just plain wrong if you ask me. People give their hard-earned money to help others, and these guys use it to buy Leer jets for themselves. I always research any charity that I give to thoroughly before donating.”
“Then you can give me the names of a few? Of the good ones, I mean?”
“Sure. I’ll e-mail my list to you tonight.”
“That’s awesome. You know, you’re even better in person than you are in my dreams,” Connor told him admiringly.
Aaron squirmed in his seat a bit, feeling embarrassed. The hero-worship in Connor’s gaze rather disconcerted him. “I’m just a normal guy,” he said defensively.
Connor shook his head vigorously in denial. “No, you’re not. You’re kind and really nice. You didn’t treat me badly, even when I first came to you with this crazy story about you being my soul mate. You didn’t act like I was nuts or get angry at me. And you didn’t get upset when I was jealous over you kissing that lady…”
“I didn’t kiss her,” Aaron began hurriedly.
“I know that. But since we weren’t together, you had the right to kiss anybody you wanted to. Instead you tried to explain when you didn’t have to. You’re awesome, Aaron,” he added with shining eyes.
“I don’t know how awesome I am,” Aaron said dryly. “I kissed you when I shouldn’t have, when you were still my student. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Of course you couldn’t! I’m your soul mate,” Connor said simply.
Aaron sighed, but gave up. He wasn’t making a dent in Connor’s belief that he was an awesome guy, he could see that. Although…it felt kind of nice that the person he was so immensely attracted to thought that he was wonderful. It was good for the ego, that was for sure. And he thought that Connor was special, too. Not only amazingly attractive, but intelligent and vibrant and full of energy. Whenever he smiled, the day just somehow became brighter for Aaron. And oh God…Connor had some pizza sauce on his lower lip! Aaron’s eyes fixed on it, and he wanted to lick that drop of sauce off and then suck on that soft, full pink lip as though it were a lollipop. He shuddered, trying to concentrate on his own food instead of on Connor’s lips.
After they’d eaten, Connor looked at Aaron across the table. “I suppose you’d better take me home, right?” he said unhappily.
Aaron didn’t want the day to end, either. But he had some work to do at home, grading papers and reading essays. And Connor had his on-line classes and his work as a video game designer to attend to, so whether he liked it or not this date had to come to an end. He sighed. “Yes, I’m afraid that I do,” he said.
Connor nodded, accepting it even though he didn’t look happy about it. They left the pizza parlor together and got into Aaron’s car. Both were mostly silent on the drive back to Connor’s house. The younger man slumped in his seat, looking glum. It made Aaron want to do anything to cheer him up, which wasn’t a good idea but was his first instinct anyway. He pulled up in front of Connor’s house and turned to look at his date. “I really had a great time today, Connor. What do you say that we try again tomorrow? There’s a horror film festival playing that I think you’d like.”
Connor brightened up immediately. “That sounds cool!” he cried.
Aaron nodded. “I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow at about two o’clock. Okay?”
“Great,” Connor said fervently. Then he leaned over the seat and kissed Aaron boldly, and the older man forgot for a second that they were parked in front of Connor’s house(and in eyeline of his parents) and returned the kiss fervently. He’d wanted to do this all afternoon. Connor moaned breathily for him, and he nearly lost it. His hands closed over Connor’s upper arms, and he drew the younger man even closer to him.
But finally he had to pull away, whether he liked it or not. “Sorry,” he breathed, when Connor’s eyes asked him why he’d stopped, “But we’re right in front of your house. I don’t really want your parents to see us making out. Do you?”
“I guess not,” Connor conceded. He opened the door and got out, but stuck his head back in again. “Tomorrow at two?”
“I’ll be here,” Aaron replied, then watched as Connor waved and walked toward his house. His soul mate. It was strange sometimes how life worked. Not bad, not at all…just strange.
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Aaron walked up the door of his friend Vicky’s office, and knocked lightly. He heard her familiar voice call: “Come in!”, and he pushed the door open to reveal her sitting behind her desk.
She looked up from her laptop to greet him. “Hey, Aaron! I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks. How’s Connor?”
“He’s great,” Aaron replied simply. “Really great. We’ve been going on dates together every weekend for a few weeks, now. I’ve never been happier,” he added, meaning it.
She studied his face. “God, I envy you,” she said wistfully. “Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Do you need something?”
He nodded. “Do you remember your offer to show me those videos?” he asked tentatively. “The instructional ones?”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “The ones that show how to give a good blow job? Sure. Do you need to watch them?”
“Yes,” he said uncomfortably. “I mean…Connor and I…” he sighed. “We’ve kissed and held hands and done a few other things, but nothing else so far. That’s been great, but I don’t think that I can wait any longer to…”
“Get it on?” she teased, laughing. “That’s so hot, Aaron. Two sexy guys getting it on…mmm. I think I’m going to have to call Brad over tonight,” she said, fanning her face with her hand. Aaron knew that this Brad was another of her fuck buddies. He felt rather embarrassed, and studied her filing cabinets intently.
He heard her sparkling laughter. “You’re turning red, Aaron! That’s so cute. Anyway, why don’t you drop by my place after your last class and I’ll show you those videos? Just give me a call when you’re on your way over.”
“Thank you, Vicky,” he said gratefully, meaning it. He wanted to know how to do oral on Connor, to do a good job and get it right.
She smiled at him. “Hey, I’m happy to help. Just don’t hate me if you guys are the subject of my masturbation fantasies for some time to come.”
He gave her an uneasy look. “I’d really rather that you didn’t,” he told her.
She chuckled. “I can’t help myself,” she said. “This really is too hot and sexy. It’s like every girl’s favorite dream.”
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They didn’t talk much while listening to the concert. But over the course of it, Connor began to subtly move over the blanket toward Aaron. He wriggled over it bit-by-bit, and before the last song he had positioned himself so that his thigh was pressed up against Aaron’s. The warmth and pressure of it weren’t having a very good effect on him, since they were out in the open and surrounded by other concert-goers. Connor, the evil little beggar, then casually extended a hand and placed it lightly on Aaron’s thigh. He gasped a bit at this touch, the slender fingers seeming to burn him through the material of his pants. He was so stiff that it hurt, but he couldn’t even move to try to ‘reposition’ himself, since he’d then be displaying his erection to anyone close enough to them to see his lap. And he didn’t dare tell Connor off, as the people sitting around them were bound to hear him unless he whispered.
Connor’s eyes slid his way, and the gleam in those beautiful orbs made Aaron sigh in exasperation. Naughty, gorgeous creature. He had a sudden vision of bending Connor over his lap and paddling his ass, but that only made his condition worse. Christ, he never would have imagined that he had a kinky streak in him! He toughed it out, trying not to grimace at the acute pain at his groin. Finally the concert was over, and people began to get up and leave. But he remained sitting, even when Connor clambered to his feet. The younger man glanced down at him. “Are you coming?” he asked with a small frown.
‘Almost,’ Aaron thought as he gritted his teeth. “Just give me a minute,” he said through them.
Connor sank back down beside him. “Are you all right?” he asked.
Aaron gave him a sardonic look. “Not really. I can’t imagine why, either…” he added dryly.
Connor’s brows crinkled in confusion. “What’s the matter?” he asked anxiously.
Aaron frowned. Connor really did look puzzled. Maybe he didn’t have any idea of the effect he’d had on Aaron after all? “Err…you kept pushing your thigh up against mine, and you put your hand on me, too. It…kind of…oh hell, it made me hard,” he hissed into Connor’s ear.
The brilliant grayish eyes widened. “Oh!” Connor yelped. His eyes flew to Aaron’s crotch, taking in the visible evidence there. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I just wanted to touch you,” he explained.
He could understand that. And it made him feel better that Connor hadn’t been teasing him after all. He conjured up a rather painful smile for the younger man. “That’s fine; we just have to wait a minute until I can actually move without hobbling. If you don’t mind?”
“No, of course not. But is that going to happen every time that I touch you?” Connor asked.
Aaron sighed. “Probably,” he said. “It’s just what happens when a guy is touched by someone he’s attracted to.”
“Oh,” Connor scratched at his head. “I guess I get that. It’s just that I’ve never done that with anybody who touched me before this.”
Aaron glanced at him. “Well, you said that you’re only attracted to ME, so that makes sense. Now if I was to touch you…” he suddenly reached out and placed his hand atop Connor’s thigh. He began to stroke his hand lightly over the fabric of Connor’s jeans, and the younger man huffed out a sharp breath and squirmed a little. “How does that feel?” Aaron asked rather heartlessly.
“Oh. Umm…” Connor bit at his lips a little, and the sight of those white teeth gently gnawing at the soft-looking pink lips made Aaron’s own problem surge to life once more. He removed his hand precipitously from Connor’s thigh.
“Let’s just sit here and wait for a moment,” he told the younger man in resignation.
“Okay,” Connor sighed. “This isn’t easy, is it?” he asked after a moment’s silence.
Aaron found himself smiling a little. “No, it isn’t,” he agreed. “This is what normal guys go through all the time. Be glad that you’re actually only attracted to me, Connor. Can you imagine being that turned on by almost everyone of the opposite or same sex? It sucks being a guy sometimes.”
“It sure does. I’m not used to this,” Connor said. “Does it get any easier?”
“Well, maybe when we both get too old to be aroused easily,” Aaron replied dryly. “So maybe when we’re in our seventies or eighties?”
“That bites,” he said glumly.
“Look at it this way - it might not be good for this to happen in public, but at least you know that we won’t have any trouble getting aroused by each other when we’re in private,” Aaron remarked.
Connor brightened up a bit. “That’s good,” he said.
“I agree. Especially since I’ve always liked girls before you. I’m glad that I won’t have any problems…err…performing.”
Connor swallowed convulsively. ‘You’re going to…ummm…have sex with me, right? How does that…work?”
Aaron stared at him, and then remembered Connor’s naiveté about sexual things. All he’d had were the steamy dreams, but apparently they hadn’t gone into full blown sexual intercourse between two men. “I would put my – penis – into you,” he told Connor slowly. “Into your…uhhh…anus.”
Connor blinked. “Into my ass, you mean?”
Aaron nodded. “That’s right. That’s how gay sex works between two men.”
“And it fits?” Connor asked anxiously, his eyes darting down to the bulge visible at Aaron’s crotch.
“Yes, it does. Trust me on this one,” Aaron replied. When Connor stared at him mutely, he sighed and shrugged. “I’ve had anal sex with women before this,” he explained tightly. “It’s the same principle, so I know how to do it right. It’ll be fine.”
Connor nodded. “All right,” he said trustingly.
That was obviously enough for him. Aaron felt that warmth again, and he smiled at Connor. “I’m feeling a bit better,” he said gently. “How about you?”
“I’m good,” Connor said.
“Great. I’m ready to get something to eat. I’m really hungry.”
“Me too,” Connor said, jumping lithely to his feet. “Where are we gonna go to eat?”
“Anywhere you want,” Aaron told him as he got to his own feet more slowly.
Connor considered this. “Pizza?” he asked hopefully.
Aaron’s lips twitched. “All right,” he said.
“I really liked that concert,” Connor remarked, in between large bites of pepperoni pizza. “Thanks for taking me.”
“You’re welcome, and I’m glad that you liked it,” Aaron remarked. “It’s a pleasant way for me to donate to charity.”
“What charity was it for?”
“A charity that helps to pay for medical care for poor children,” Aaron replied, sipping at the glass of iced tea in front of him.
“That’s cool. I wouldn’t mind donating to charities, but I’m never sure what the good ones are. You know, the ones that don’t spend most of the money themselves instead of taking care of the people they’re supposed to.”
“That can be tricky,” Aaron agreed. “Some charities have CEOs that earn millions, which is just plain wrong if you ask me. People give their hard-earned money to help others, and these guys use it to buy Leer jets for themselves. I always research any charity that I give to thoroughly before donating.”
“Then you can give me the names of a few? Of the good ones, I mean?”
“Sure. I’ll e-mail my list to you tonight.”
“That’s awesome. You know, you’re even better in person than you are in my dreams,” Connor told him admiringly.
Aaron squirmed in his seat a bit, feeling embarrassed. The hero-worship in Connor’s gaze rather disconcerted him. “I’m just a normal guy,” he said defensively.
Connor shook his head vigorously in denial. “No, you’re not. You’re kind and really nice. You didn’t treat me badly, even when I first came to you with this crazy story about you being my soul mate. You didn’t act like I was nuts or get angry at me. And you didn’t get upset when I was jealous over you kissing that lady…”
“I didn’t kiss her,” Aaron began hurriedly.
“I know that. But since we weren’t together, you had the right to kiss anybody you wanted to. Instead you tried to explain when you didn’t have to. You’re awesome, Aaron,” he added with shining eyes.
“I don’t know how awesome I am,” Aaron said dryly. “I kissed you when I shouldn’t have, when you were still my student. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Of course you couldn’t! I’m your soul mate,” Connor said simply.
Aaron sighed, but gave up. He wasn’t making a dent in Connor’s belief that he was an awesome guy, he could see that. Although…it felt kind of nice that the person he was so immensely attracted to thought that he was wonderful. It was good for the ego, that was for sure. And he thought that Connor was special, too. Not only amazingly attractive, but intelligent and vibrant and full of energy. Whenever he smiled, the day just somehow became brighter for Aaron. And oh God…Connor had some pizza sauce on his lower lip! Aaron’s eyes fixed on it, and he wanted to lick that drop of sauce off and then suck on that soft, full pink lip as though it were a lollipop. He shuddered, trying to concentrate on his own food instead of on Connor’s lips.
After they’d eaten, Connor looked at Aaron across the table. “I suppose you’d better take me home, right?” he said unhappily.
Aaron didn’t want the day to end, either. But he had some work to do at home, grading papers and reading essays. And Connor had his on-line classes and his work as a video game designer to attend to, so whether he liked it or not this date had to come to an end. He sighed. “Yes, I’m afraid that I do,” he said.
Connor nodded, accepting it even though he didn’t look happy about it. They left the pizza parlor together and got into Aaron’s car. Both were mostly silent on the drive back to Connor’s house. The younger man slumped in his seat, looking glum. It made Aaron want to do anything to cheer him up, which wasn’t a good idea but was his first instinct anyway. He pulled up in front of Connor’s house and turned to look at his date. “I really had a great time today, Connor. What do you say that we try again tomorrow? There’s a horror film festival playing that I think you’d like.”
Connor brightened up immediately. “That sounds cool!” he cried.
Aaron nodded. “I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow at about two o’clock. Okay?”
“Great,” Connor said fervently. Then he leaned over the seat and kissed Aaron boldly, and the older man forgot for a second that they were parked in front of Connor’s house(and in eyeline of his parents) and returned the kiss fervently. He’d wanted to do this all afternoon. Connor moaned breathily for him, and he nearly lost it. His hands closed over Connor’s upper arms, and he drew the younger man even closer to him.
But finally he had to pull away, whether he liked it or not. “Sorry,” he breathed, when Connor’s eyes asked him why he’d stopped, “But we’re right in front of your house. I don’t really want your parents to see us making out. Do you?”
“I guess not,” Connor conceded. He opened the door and got out, but stuck his head back in again. “Tomorrow at two?”
“I’ll be here,” Aaron replied, then watched as Connor waved and walked toward his house. His soul mate. It was strange sometimes how life worked. Not bad, not at all…just strange.
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Aaron walked up the door of his friend Vicky’s office, and knocked lightly. He heard her familiar voice call: “Come in!”, and he pushed the door open to reveal her sitting behind her desk.
She looked up from her laptop to greet him. “Hey, Aaron! I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks. How’s Connor?”
“He’s great,” Aaron replied simply. “Really great. We’ve been going on dates together every weekend for a few weeks, now. I’ve never been happier,” he added, meaning it.
She studied his face. “God, I envy you,” she said wistfully. “Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Do you need something?”
He nodded. “Do you remember your offer to show me those videos?” he asked tentatively. “The instructional ones?”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “The ones that show how to give a good blow job? Sure. Do you need to watch them?”
“Yes,” he said uncomfortably. “I mean…Connor and I…” he sighed. “We’ve kissed and held hands and done a few other things, but nothing else so far. That’s been great, but I don’t think that I can wait any longer to…”
“Get it on?” she teased, laughing. “That’s so hot, Aaron. Two sexy guys getting it on…mmm. I think I’m going to have to call Brad over tonight,” she said, fanning her face with her hand. Aaron knew that this Brad was another of her fuck buddies. He felt rather embarrassed, and studied her filing cabinets intently.
He heard her sparkling laughter. “You’re turning red, Aaron! That’s so cute. Anyway, why don’t you drop by my place after your last class and I’ll show you those videos? Just give me a call when you’re on your way over.”
“Thank you, Vicky,” he said gratefully, meaning it. He wanted to know how to do oral on Connor, to do a good job and get it right.
She smiled at him. “Hey, I’m happy to help. Just don’t hate me if you guys are the subject of my masturbation fantasies for some time to come.”
He gave her an uneasy look. “I’d really rather that you didn’t,” he told her.
She chuckled. “I can’t help myself,” she said. “This really is too hot and sexy. It’s like every girl’s favorite dream.”
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