Chapter 7
Much to Aaron’s relief, the educational videos were just that. They demonstrated techniques in a brisk, no-nonsense sort of way that was really helpful to him and didn’t leave him feeling even more embarrassed about the whole subject. He sat on a chair, alone in Vicky’s tiny study, watching the videos on her computer. Every once in awhile he shifted in his chair, getting uncomfortable as he imagined doing these things to Connor - or having Connor do these things to HIM. His cock definitely approved of these thoughts. It was raging in his trousers, and he had to grit his teeth together tightly as he endured the discomfort. Fortunately, dating Connor had taught him all about living with near-constant erections. Every time he got around the younger man Mr. Happy came to life with a vengeance. Just touching Connor was enough to put him into a near frenzy of lust.
His breathing picked up as the video demonstrated a good blow job in graphic detail. He was trying hard not to imagine that it was himself on that screen, with Connor kneeling in front of him. But he wasn’t entirely succeeding, and his cock jumped against its confines and leaked all over the place. He’d be lucky if it didn’t look like he’d peed his pants. He groaned in the back of his throat but refused to look away from the screen. He needed to know how to do this right, for Connor. Someone had to know what they were doing in this relationship, and he could show Connor how to do everything in turn.
He was utterly glad when the last of the videos was over. He sighed in relief, clicking on the Divx screen to close it. But he didn’t move for a moment afterward, collecting himself and taking deep breaths while he waited for his erection to subside enough for him to be able to get up and move without hobbling. He forced himself to think about the papers he was grading for his classes, rather than about Connor. That helped, and he finally got to his feet with only a minor, discreet adjustment at the crotch. He left the study, and after a moment’s searching found Vicky in her kitchen making dinner. “All done?” she asked when she saw him appear in the doorway.
He nodded. “Yes. And thanks again, they were really helpful.”
She smiled. “I’m glad. I thought they might be; they even helped me to improve my techniques, and I’d been giving blow jobs for awhile when I bought them. Here, sit down. I’ll feed you before I set you loose in the cold world.”
“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly. “What about Brad?”
“He’s coming over later. This food is just for friends,” Vicky told him firmly. “Park yourself, and we’ll have a long talk before you go. I need some gossip.”
“I’m not a woman,” he pointed out as he took a seat at her kitchen table.
“Gossip is universal, Aaron,” she remarked as she stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce. “Guys gossip too. They might do it differently than women, but it’s still gossip. Human beings will always talk about each other. I’m sure that our Cro-Magnon ancestors even grunted in the bushes about how ’Og got a better club than me’ or ‘Thog swiped the hide of the animal that I killed,’ that sort of thing.”
He found himself chuckling. “You’re probably right,” he agreed. “I guess it’s human nature.”
“So what are we going to do tomorrow, Aaron?” Connor asked him eagerly over the phone.
Thinking about those videos, Aaron found himself swallowing heavily. “I thought we’d try something new,” he said in a voice that was rather husky. He cleared his throat as he went on: “If you don’t mind, we could order take-out and watch a video at my place. We could work on some of your homework, too. What do you say?”
“That sounds great,” Connor exclaimed enthusiastically. “I like being with you whatever we do, Aaron. Besides, I really want to see your house.”
“It’s an apartment, but you’re welcome to see it,” Aaron said with a smile.“Okay. I’ll stock up on popcorn and snacks for the movie. Do you have any preferences? Action, drama, romance, comedy?”
“Romance, if you can find a good one,” Connor replied promptly. “I like romances.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Aaron said warmly. “I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’ll be waiting. Goodnight, Aaron. I love you,” Connor said.
He’d promised not to say that again until Aaron could say it back, but he occasionally slipped. Not that Aaron was upset by this fact. Warmth spread through his belly, and he smiled. “Goodnight, Connor. I hope you have sweet dreams.”
“Since they’ll be all about you, they can’t help but be sweet,” Connor replied simply. “Bye, Aaron,” he hung up reluctantly, and Aaron turned off the headset of his own phone and set it in its cradle. Time to go to bed, he thought. He needed all the rest that he could get, because he’d need to be plenty energetic tomorrow.
Connor had poked his nose into every corner of Aaron’s apartment, which hadn’t taken long since it wasn’t very big. Now he was sprawled on the couch in that boneless manner that only teens and children were limber enough to manage, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I really like your place, Aaron,” he commented happily. “It’s nice.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Aaron replied. “I’d like you to spend more time here after this.”
“That’s cool. I like hanging out with you. It’s fun.”
Aaron brought the bowl of popcorn over to the couch and sat down next to Connor. He handed the bowl to the younger man before he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. “I got a bunch of romantic movies. Most of them are older,” he told Connor. “I’m not sure that I like romantic comedies much anymore.”
“Some of them are pretty bad,” Connor agreed, snuggling up to his side. “But I trust you, Aaron. I’m sure that I’ll like anything that you do.”
He put his arm around the slim shoulders. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see,” Aaron said, pressing ’play’.
The credits were rolling on the movie, and Connor sighed happily. “That was so romantic, Aaron,” he remarked, looking up with his eyes all soft and shiny.
He couldn’t resist. He kissed those soft pink lips, his hand cupping the side of Connor’s face to hold him still. He heard a faint gasp, then Connor eagerly returned the kiss with his limited experience. Aaron felt lust surge up in him again, and he sucked lightly on Connor’s tongue as he continued the kiss until he felt breathless. When he pulled his head back, Connor was panting and his eyes were glazed. “Aaron,” he moaned, and that was too much to take.
He turned and pressed Connor back into the couch. His hands found the edge of Connor’s t-shirt and began to push it upward, making the younger man gasp. He revealed pale, perfect skin and two pink nipples already erect and begging for his attention. Aaron groaned deep in his throat as he urged Connor to lift his arms so that he could tug the t-shirt up and over his head. He tossed it away on the couch as Connor looked up at him uncertainly, the grey eyes full of need(and a touch of fear, as well).
“Don’t worry, Connor,” he soothed, letting his hands slide down the slim torso reverently. “I’ll be gentle.”
Connor nodded trustingly. “I know, Aaron,” he said simply.
Oh, God. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Connor’s neck, making the younger man tilt it back to give him access. He set his arms on either side of Connor’s head as he nibbled at the white expanse, tenderly laving over the cords in the arched neck. He nuzzled at a prominent collarbone, making Connor moan softly. “Aaron,” he said throatily, squirming a little on the couch as the older man kissed his way down Connor’s chest. “oh.”
Reaching a pink nipple, Aaron rolled his eyes up to watch Connor’s face as he delicately extended his tongue and licked at the perky, pointed nub. Connor cried out, his back arching, his hands flying up to grab at Aaron’s head. Satisfied with this reaction, he opened his mouth and began to suck at the nipple. He enjoyed the taste and the texture, and he rubbed his tongue over the peak while Connor whimpered in pleasure and bucked upward desperately off the couch.
Aaron took his time molesting Connor’s nipple, driving the younger man wild. Then, just to make him even more crazy, he kissed his way over to the other one and tormented that for awhile, too. Connor writhed and moaned and gasped for him, completely lost. His expression of dazed pleasure turned Aaron on to no end. He bit very lightly at Connor’s left nipple for the last time, then began to slide backward off the couch as he kissed his way down Connor’s trembling stomach. The younger man arched into each kiss and lick, the muscles shivering under Aaron’s tongue. Arriving at the place where skin was covered with jeans material, Aaron made swift work of he fastening and zipper. Connor jumped and squeaked as Aaron tugged at the jeans. “Lift your hips,” he said, and Connor complied with his eyes a bit wide.
He pulled the jeans off of Connor’s legs, although it was a struggle. Now there was only the underwear to be dealt with, and the prominent bulge under the fabric. Aaron fastened his eyes on it as he knelt down on the carpet in front of Connor. His fingers found the waistband of the underwear, and he smiled triumphantly to hear Connor’s wild gasp. Then the cotton fabric was sliding away, and Connor cried out as his erection sprang out into the open air and twitched between his thighs, free of the confining fabric that had encased it at last.
Aaron was fascinated by seeing another man’s erect cock, not on a porn video but in reality. He thought that Connor’s cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him, all pink-and-white and with a sweetly charming little curve to it. The clustering black curls of his pubic hair set of the organ wonderfully. He’d have no problem whatsoever touching or sucking this, Aaron thought in satisfaction. He reached out and grasped it, making Connor jump and moan. “Ah, Aaron!” he cried, and he felt another surge of satisfaction.
“Don’t worry, Connor,” he breathed. “I know what I’m doing. You’re going to love this.” he bent his head, and heard a shocked cry above him as he lapped at the dark-pink tip of the twitching cock to gather up the beads of precum leaking from the slit.
Not bad, not bad at all. It didn’t taste the same as a woman’s fluids, but he liked it anyway. Aaron felt relief over that fact as licked all around the head, then lifted the organ so that he could lave a trail down the shaft. Connor was writhing above him, his legs jerking spastically on either side of Aaron’s head as he cried out helplessly. This was easy, but the hard part was coming up. Aaron kissed his way back to the tip, then opened his mouth and pulled his lips over his teeth before he took Connor’s cock into his mouth and tried to see how much of it he could take in without choking.
A startled yelp was his reward, followed by an instinctual bucking movement of Connor’s hips. Hands settled on top of Aaron’s head, trying to push him down further. He resisted only because he didn’t want to activate his gag reflex and start to choke or throw up. He bobbed his head a bit, pursing his lips around the cock in his mouth to form a tight purse that Connor could drive himself up into. The head was trying to hit the back of his throat, and it was all he could do not to heave. But he swallowed and breathed through his nose, just like the videos had recommended, and felt spit run out the sides of his mouth. He tried to use his tongue to caress the cock as it moved in and out, and Connor’s cries were becoming louder and less coherent. The fingers in his hair tightened, and before he could pull away he felt warmth fill his mouth. Aaron hurriedly swallowed rather than choke on Connor’s semen, as the younger man fell back limply on the couch and lay there like a dead person.
He sat back, looking at Connor. He was beautiful this way, the skin of his heaving chest and his neck tinged with pink from blood flow and his mouth open slackly. His black lashes lay on his cheeks thickly. He’d done that, Aaron thought silently in pride. He’d reduced Connor to this limp mass with his mouth. He wanted to do it again as soon as he possibly could. And as often as he possibly could, as well. He never wanted to stop touching Connor, being with him, listening to the sound of his voice and his sweet laugh. He’d found the other half of his soul, and he never intended to let it go again.
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Much to Aaron’s relief, the educational videos were just that. They demonstrated techniques in a brisk, no-nonsense sort of way that was really helpful to him and didn’t leave him feeling even more embarrassed about the whole subject. He sat on a chair, alone in Vicky’s tiny study, watching the videos on her computer. Every once in awhile he shifted in his chair, getting uncomfortable as he imagined doing these things to Connor - or having Connor do these things to HIM. His cock definitely approved of these thoughts. It was raging in his trousers, and he had to grit his teeth together tightly as he endured the discomfort. Fortunately, dating Connor had taught him all about living with near-constant erections. Every time he got around the younger man Mr. Happy came to life with a vengeance. Just touching Connor was enough to put him into a near frenzy of lust.
His breathing picked up as the video demonstrated a good blow job in graphic detail. He was trying hard not to imagine that it was himself on that screen, with Connor kneeling in front of him. But he wasn’t entirely succeeding, and his cock jumped against its confines and leaked all over the place. He’d be lucky if it didn’t look like he’d peed his pants. He groaned in the back of his throat but refused to look away from the screen. He needed to know how to do this right, for Connor. Someone had to know what they were doing in this relationship, and he could show Connor how to do everything in turn.
He was utterly glad when the last of the videos was over. He sighed in relief, clicking on the Divx screen to close it. But he didn’t move for a moment afterward, collecting himself and taking deep breaths while he waited for his erection to subside enough for him to be able to get up and move without hobbling. He forced himself to think about the papers he was grading for his classes, rather than about Connor. That helped, and he finally got to his feet with only a minor, discreet adjustment at the crotch. He left the study, and after a moment’s searching found Vicky in her kitchen making dinner. “All done?” she asked when she saw him appear in the doorway.
He nodded. “Yes. And thanks again, they were really helpful.”
She smiled. “I’m glad. I thought they might be; they even helped me to improve my techniques, and I’d been giving blow jobs for awhile when I bought them. Here, sit down. I’ll feed you before I set you loose in the cold world.”
“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly. “What about Brad?”
“He’s coming over later. This food is just for friends,” Vicky told him firmly. “Park yourself, and we’ll have a long talk before you go. I need some gossip.”
“I’m not a woman,” he pointed out as he took a seat at her kitchen table.
“Gossip is universal, Aaron,” she remarked as she stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce. “Guys gossip too. They might do it differently than women, but it’s still gossip. Human beings will always talk about each other. I’m sure that our Cro-Magnon ancestors even grunted in the bushes about how ’Og got a better club than me’ or ‘Thog swiped the hide of the animal that I killed,’ that sort of thing.”
He found himself chuckling. “You’re probably right,” he agreed. “I guess it’s human nature.”
“So what are we going to do tomorrow, Aaron?” Connor asked him eagerly over the phone.
Thinking about those videos, Aaron found himself swallowing heavily. “I thought we’d try something new,” he said in a voice that was rather husky. He cleared his throat as he went on: “If you don’t mind, we could order take-out and watch a video at my place. We could work on some of your homework, too. What do you say?”
“That sounds great,” Connor exclaimed enthusiastically. “I like being with you whatever we do, Aaron. Besides, I really want to see your house.”
“It’s an apartment, but you’re welcome to see it,” Aaron said with a smile.“Okay. I’ll stock up on popcorn and snacks for the movie. Do you have any preferences? Action, drama, romance, comedy?”
“Romance, if you can find a good one,” Connor replied promptly. “I like romances.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Aaron said warmly. “I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’ll be waiting. Goodnight, Aaron. I love you,” Connor said.
He’d promised not to say that again until Aaron could say it back, but he occasionally slipped. Not that Aaron was upset by this fact. Warmth spread through his belly, and he smiled. “Goodnight, Connor. I hope you have sweet dreams.”
“Since they’ll be all about you, they can’t help but be sweet,” Connor replied simply. “Bye, Aaron,” he hung up reluctantly, and Aaron turned off the headset of his own phone and set it in its cradle. Time to go to bed, he thought. He needed all the rest that he could get, because he’d need to be plenty energetic tomorrow.
Connor had poked his nose into every corner of Aaron’s apartment, which hadn’t taken long since it wasn’t very big. Now he was sprawled on the couch in that boneless manner that only teens and children were limber enough to manage, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I really like your place, Aaron,” he commented happily. “It’s nice.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Aaron replied. “I’d like you to spend more time here after this.”
“That’s cool. I like hanging out with you. It’s fun.”
Aaron brought the bowl of popcorn over to the couch and sat down next to Connor. He handed the bowl to the younger man before he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. “I got a bunch of romantic movies. Most of them are older,” he told Connor. “I’m not sure that I like romantic comedies much anymore.”
“Some of them are pretty bad,” Connor agreed, snuggling up to his side. “But I trust you, Aaron. I’m sure that I’ll like anything that you do.”
He put his arm around the slim shoulders. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see,” Aaron said, pressing ’play’.
The credits were rolling on the movie, and Connor sighed happily. “That was so romantic, Aaron,” he remarked, looking up with his eyes all soft and shiny.
He couldn’t resist. He kissed those soft pink lips, his hand cupping the side of Connor’s face to hold him still. He heard a faint gasp, then Connor eagerly returned the kiss with his limited experience. Aaron felt lust surge up in him again, and he sucked lightly on Connor’s tongue as he continued the kiss until he felt breathless. When he pulled his head back, Connor was panting and his eyes were glazed. “Aaron,” he moaned, and that was too much to take.
He turned and pressed Connor back into the couch. His hands found the edge of Connor’s t-shirt and began to push it upward, making the younger man gasp. He revealed pale, perfect skin and two pink nipples already erect and begging for his attention. Aaron groaned deep in his throat as he urged Connor to lift his arms so that he could tug the t-shirt up and over his head. He tossed it away on the couch as Connor looked up at him uncertainly, the grey eyes full of need(and a touch of fear, as well).
“Don’t worry, Connor,” he soothed, letting his hands slide down the slim torso reverently. “I’ll be gentle.”
Connor nodded trustingly. “I know, Aaron,” he said simply.
Oh, God. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Connor’s neck, making the younger man tilt it back to give him access. He set his arms on either side of Connor’s head as he nibbled at the white expanse, tenderly laving over the cords in the arched neck. He nuzzled at a prominent collarbone, making Connor moan softly. “Aaron,” he said throatily, squirming a little on the couch as the older man kissed his way down Connor’s chest. “oh.”
Reaching a pink nipple, Aaron rolled his eyes up to watch Connor’s face as he delicately extended his tongue and licked at the perky, pointed nub. Connor cried out, his back arching, his hands flying up to grab at Aaron’s head. Satisfied with this reaction, he opened his mouth and began to suck at the nipple. He enjoyed the taste and the texture, and he rubbed his tongue over the peak while Connor whimpered in pleasure and bucked upward desperately off the couch.
Aaron took his time molesting Connor’s nipple, driving the younger man wild. Then, just to make him even more crazy, he kissed his way over to the other one and tormented that for awhile, too. Connor writhed and moaned and gasped for him, completely lost. His expression of dazed pleasure turned Aaron on to no end. He bit very lightly at Connor’s left nipple for the last time, then began to slide backward off the couch as he kissed his way down Connor’s trembling stomach. The younger man arched into each kiss and lick, the muscles shivering under Aaron’s tongue. Arriving at the place where skin was covered with jeans material, Aaron made swift work of he fastening and zipper. Connor jumped and squeaked as Aaron tugged at the jeans. “Lift your hips,” he said, and Connor complied with his eyes a bit wide.
He pulled the jeans off of Connor’s legs, although it was a struggle. Now there was only the underwear to be dealt with, and the prominent bulge under the fabric. Aaron fastened his eyes on it as he knelt down on the carpet in front of Connor. His fingers found the waistband of the underwear, and he smiled triumphantly to hear Connor’s wild gasp. Then the cotton fabric was sliding away, and Connor cried out as his erection sprang out into the open air and twitched between his thighs, free of the confining fabric that had encased it at last.
Aaron was fascinated by seeing another man’s erect cock, not on a porn video but in reality. He thought that Connor’s cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him, all pink-and-white and with a sweetly charming little curve to it. The clustering black curls of his pubic hair set of the organ wonderfully. He’d have no problem whatsoever touching or sucking this, Aaron thought in satisfaction. He reached out and grasped it, making Connor jump and moan. “Ah, Aaron!” he cried, and he felt another surge of satisfaction.
“Don’t worry, Connor,” he breathed. “I know what I’m doing. You’re going to love this.” he bent his head, and heard a shocked cry above him as he lapped at the dark-pink tip of the twitching cock to gather up the beads of precum leaking from the slit.
Not bad, not bad at all. It didn’t taste the same as a woman’s fluids, but he liked it anyway. Aaron felt relief over that fact as licked all around the head, then lifted the organ so that he could lave a trail down the shaft. Connor was writhing above him, his legs jerking spastically on either side of Aaron’s head as he cried out helplessly. This was easy, but the hard part was coming up. Aaron kissed his way back to the tip, then opened his mouth and pulled his lips over his teeth before he took Connor’s cock into his mouth and tried to see how much of it he could take in without choking.
A startled yelp was his reward, followed by an instinctual bucking movement of Connor’s hips. Hands settled on top of Aaron’s head, trying to push him down further. He resisted only because he didn’t want to activate his gag reflex and start to choke or throw up. He bobbed his head a bit, pursing his lips around the cock in his mouth to form a tight purse that Connor could drive himself up into. The head was trying to hit the back of his throat, and it was all he could do not to heave. But he swallowed and breathed through his nose, just like the videos had recommended, and felt spit run out the sides of his mouth. He tried to use his tongue to caress the cock as it moved in and out, and Connor’s cries were becoming louder and less coherent. The fingers in his hair tightened, and before he could pull away he felt warmth fill his mouth. Aaron hurriedly swallowed rather than choke on Connor’s semen, as the younger man fell back limply on the couch and lay there like a dead person.
He sat back, looking at Connor. He was beautiful this way, the skin of his heaving chest and his neck tinged with pink from blood flow and his mouth open slackly. His black lashes lay on his cheeks thickly. He’d done that, Aaron thought silently in pride. He’d reduced Connor to this limp mass with his mouth. He wanted to do it again as soon as he possibly could. And as often as he possibly could, as well. He never wanted to stop touching Connor, being with him, listening to the sound of his voice and his sweet laugh. He’d found the other half of his soul, and he never intended to let it go again.
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