Chapter 8
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Aaron’s favorite fantasy had come to life. Connor was kneeling down in front of him, his naked beauty dazzling Aaron’s eyes. And that soft pink mouth was taking him in, sweetly, in heat and tightness and moisture that was forcing groans from his throat. He tangled his fingers in black curls, hanging on for dear life as Connor continued his amateurish but determined blow job. The younger man had made Aaron show him everything that he’d learned from those videos, so that he could return the favor and give Aaron pleasure. He’d demonstrated on a banana, and Connor had imitated everything that he’d done perfectly. He was a quick study, something that made Aaron very happy. Because this felt so damn good, to have Connor sucking him off. Awww, Jesus, he was going to come…
He tugged desperately at the inky curls. “Connor,” he rasped. “Gonna come. Pull back.”
The hazel-grey eyes rolled up to his face, but Connor shook his head slightly and only sucked harder. Clearly he was determined to have Aaron come in his mouth. And he wasn’t going to argue, if that’s what his lover wanted. He shuddered, bucking a little, and gasped as he began to shoot into Connor’s lovely mouth. The younger man swallowed quickly, drinking down Aaron’s semen, an intent expression on his face. Only when the last dribble had splashed over his tongue did he draw back, licking the tip lightly. “Did you like that, Aaron?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Yes, Connor. I loved it,” he replied truthfully. “And I…love you.”
A startled look, then Connor smiled so widely that it was like the sun coming out. “Aaron!” he cried, leaping to his feet and hugging his lover tightly. “Oh, Aaron, I love you too!!”
He ran his hand down Connor’s back possessively. His soul mate. The person he never wanted to be without for the rest of his life. His mouth found Connor’s, and he tasted himself on Connor’s tongue as he kissed his soul mate deeply and lovingly.
Aaron stood looking down at his bed, feeling butterflies dancing in his stomach. The silk sheets, the candles in holders around the bed, the pair of red roses whose petals he intended to scatter on the sheets, the imported chocolate…Aaron wanted this to be the most romantic night ever. Because tonight was the night that he intended to make sure that both he and Connor lost their gay virginities to each other. And he wanted it to be perfect and wonderful, for both Connor and himself.
He had more practical supplies in the drawer of his bedside table. Condoms, lube, some sex toys that Vicky insisted that he should buy…his friend was all excited about him sleeping with Connor, and wanted to know all of the details afterward. He’d firmly told her that that wasn’t going to happen, that his and Connor’s sex life was none of her business. She’d been disappointed, but had quickly recovered and had given him all kinds of advice. More than he needed, really, but what could you do?
He left the bedroom to check on dinner. He had a romantic meal for them to eat by candlelight before they retired to the bedroom. Connor was coming over in less an hour. Aaron hadn’t told him about the meal or what was going to happen afterward; he wanted it to be a surprise. He wanted to see Connor’s beautiful eyes light up with shock and joy when he saw the little table covered with a white linen tablecloth, and two candles burning in an etched glass globe in the center. Aaron had broken out his mother’s china and silverware for the occasion, and he thought that Connor would love it.
He went into the kitchen to open the door on the oven to check on the Cornish game hens. He’d ordered an entire dinner from an expensive restaurant, and he’d popped the food into the oven to keep it warm until Connor arrived. He didn’t want it to dry out or overcook; that would be a disaster. His stomach rumbled pleasantly at the smell of the food, and he hoped that Connor arrived soon so that they could eat. Lunch seemed like a long way away.
As though his thoughts conjured the man, he heard a knock at his front door. He hurried to open it, revealing Connor standing there on his doorstep. “Aaron,” he said, his face lighting up.
“Connor,” he replied, “Come on in.”
His soul mate stepped into his apartment, then gasped when his eyes registered the table and the lovely china and silverware on the linen tablecloth. “Aaron? What’s going on?” he asked.
Aaron stepped behind him and slid his arms around Connor’s waist. He breathed into the inky curls: “I ordered us a nice dinner, and after we eat it I thought we’d adjourn to my bedroom and have sex. What do you think, Connor?”
The younger man turned in his grip. “Oh, Aaron…” he said, his eyes shimmering with tears.
He couldn’t help himself. He kissed Connor thoroughly, and the younger man was mussed and dazed when he finally pulled back. “Let’s eat dinner,” Aaron said, taking his hand and leading him to the table.
He seated Connor, then brought out the two plates. He set one in front of Connor, then put one at his place. Then he dimmed the lights so that they could eat by candlelight, before sitting down across from Connor.
“Everything looks delicious,” Connor said, then he sniffed. “It smells great, too,” he added.
“Eat up,” Aaron told him with a smile. “We’ll both need all the energy we can get…”
This reminder that they were going to have sex for the first time tonight made Connor’s eyes light up. His smile was sultry and seductive, and made Aaron’s breath come short. He hurriedly took a bite of his own food rather than bend over himself at the sudden stirring in his groin. The food was really good, and helped him to take his mind off of his problem for awhile. It also helped that Connor was intent on his own food, in that way of the young with their healthy appetites.
But finally, they were both done. Connor set his fork down with a happy sigh. He patted his belly. “That was great, Aaron, thanks,” he said.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied.
Then Connor leaned over and set his elbow on the tablecloth, pinning Aaron with a hot stare that made his brain try to short-circuit. “How about dessert now?” Connor purred, and that was that.
He jumped to his feet and reached out to grab Connor’s hand. He dragged the younger man up out of his chair and towed him into the bedroom, Connor following tamely and grinning. Little devil! Aaron thought as he claimed Connor’s lips in a hungry, voracious kiss. Connor was rubbing up against him, making his body feel like it was going to explode at any moment. His hands slid up under his soul mate’s shirt, gliding over the satiny skin of Connor’s back. He pulled back, but before Aaron could complain, he dragged his shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he got out of the rest of his clothes so fast that Aaron barely had time to blink. It always amazed him how fast Connor could get naked.
Then Connor fell on him and began to divest him of his clothing, and he let him and didn’t complain. Why would he? He wanted to be naked just as much as Connor did. He soon found himself stripped of the last of his clothes, and Connor latched onto one of his nipples like a hungry baby. Aaron groaned as that pink mouth suckled at him, seeming to know every sensitive spot. Which was probably true - Connor had been having sexy dreams about him forever. He cradled Connor’s head in his hands, his fingers caressing the curls.
But finally he pushed his lover away, wanting to do his own exploring. He urged Connor down onto the silk sheets, draping that white form over them and admiring its beauty in the candlelight. He lay down next to Connor and leaned in to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of moisture on his skin as he kissed his way down Connor’s neck and over his chest. The younger man’s hands slid over his skin in return, gliding and caressing. Finding a pert nipple, Aaron molested it until Connor cried out softly, then nibbled at the rucked peak.
“Aaron,” Connor whimpered.
Down, down, down he went, finding every inch of pale, perfect skin with his lips and teeth and tongue. Connor squirmed and arched off the bed, panting. Spreading his lover’s legs wide, Aaron trailed his tongue over a pair of tight balls, hearing his name being called again above his head. He lapped at them, stabbing with his tongue, making Connor moan and wriggle. His hands ran over Connor’s stomach, worshipfully. He licked at the twitching cock between the younger man’s thighs, finding the moisture of his pre-cum. “Please, Aaron, I want to touch you too,” Connor begged breathlessly.
He turned so that he was straddling Connor’s head, and the younger man made a happy sound before his tongue shot out and licked at Aaron’s erection. Then they were sixty-nining, and Connor’s muffled moans turned him on almost as much as the feel of that hot mouth on his cock.
He couldn’t take much more. Aaron moved away, to a loud protest, and fetched the condoms and lube from his bedside table. He turned back to Connor, who had half sat up. “Stuff we need, “he explained, showing them to his lover.
“Oh,” Connor reached out to take the tube of lubrication from him. “This goes inside of me, right?”
“Some. And I put some of the condom, too, so there’s as much lube as possible. I don’t want you to be hurt,” Aaron said.
“Okay. Put it inside me, Aaron, “ he handed the tube back and lay down on the bed, spreading his legs again.,
Aaron let out a deep breath and opened the tube. He squirted some onto his fingers, moving between Connor’s legs. He slid a slick finger inside of the younger man, thrusting it in carefully. Connor made a small sound, and he halted. “You okay?” he asked anxiously.
“Yeah. It just feels a little weird,” Connor replied.
Reassured, Aaron pushed in further. Connor had sat up on his elbows and was craning his neck so he could watch what Aaron was doing, so he saw Connor’s face change. The younger man moaned, and his cock jumped between his legs. Puzzled, Aaron stopped again. “Oh, Aaron, what is that?” Connor panted, twitching.
“What?” Aaron asked in confusion.
“Y-You hit something. Mmm, it felt so good!” Connor said, arching upward.
Well, whatever it was, clearly Connor really liked it. So Aaron tried to do it again, and had soon reduced his lover to a quivering heap on the bed by rubbing a tiny something that he could feel under his fingertip. Connor’s cock leaked pre-cum in a clear stream, puddling on his belly and thighs. “Aaaaarrroon,” the younger man husked. “Oh, please do me!”
Okay, that was a good request. Aaron fumbled on a condom and spread lube on it, his hands shaking. “You need to…turn around on all fours, Connor,” he told his lover.
“Nooo,” Connor protested, looking up at him with dazed eyes. “I want to see your face, Aaron.”
Oh, man. He decided in the end to get between Connor’s spread legs and lift his ass with his hands, spreading the cheeks. This was going to be tight, tighter than it would have been doggie style, but if this was what Connor wanted…he set himself up against that pink rosebud, and carefully pushed. Connor made a low sound as his head broke through, but all he did was wriggle and try to get more of Aaron inside of him. Reassured that Connor didn’t seem to be in too much pain, Aaron pushed in more. Connor panted, his chest heaving. “Are you…all right?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah. It…feels so strange…but…I love…that…you’re inside of me, Aaron,” Connor gasped.
Dear God. Aaron shoved the rest of himself into Connor’s body, groaning as he was taken into velvet heat. A small cry told him that he’d hurt Connor, so he stopped and waited for the younger man to adjust. He breathed heavily, his hands stroking over Connor’s hips and thighs lovingly. He looked down into those beautiful eyes, trying to show Connor all the love that he felt for him. “Better?” he asked after a bit.
Connor nodded. “It doesn’t hurt,” he gasped.
Aaron nodded, then began to move slowly but surely within Connor. His lover made small sounds as the feel of the cock moving within him, his hands gripping at the silk sheets. “Uh, Aaron,” he moaned, sweat glimmering on his pale skin.
Aaron found a good rhythm that made Connor twist and cry out under him. He was mesmerized by the beauty lying on his bed, and the knowledge that he was making Connor’s face twist and his skin flush with his cock. He picked up speed, needing to move faster and harder now. Connor’s hips lifted to meet each thrust, and his cries were becoming louder. Aaron draped Connor’s legs over his hips and reached out with his now free hands to take Connor’s cock into a firm grip. He stroked it, using his thumbs to press under the head. He increased the force of his pushes at the same time, and Connor let loose a near scream as he began to come all over Aaron’s hands, twitching and jerking and squeezing Aaron so tightly that he groaned as he began to come himself. He shuddered, his head going back. Connor lay on the bed unmoving, his chest heaving and his eyes closed.
Aaron pulled out carefully, making Connor moan, and dragged himself up to where he could reach out and pull his lover close against him. “Connor,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose into the inky curls. “I love you, baby.”
Connor rolled so that they were lying belly-to-belly, and he could feel stickiness on his skin. “Aaron,” he whispered, laying his forehead against Aaron’s. “I think I’ve always loved you, and that I always will. Forever.”
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Aaron’s favorite fantasy had come to life. Connor was kneeling down in front of him, his naked beauty dazzling Aaron’s eyes. And that soft pink mouth was taking him in, sweetly, in heat and tightness and moisture that was forcing groans from his throat. He tangled his fingers in black curls, hanging on for dear life as Connor continued his amateurish but determined blow job. The younger man had made Aaron show him everything that he’d learned from those videos, so that he could return the favor and give Aaron pleasure. He’d demonstrated on a banana, and Connor had imitated everything that he’d done perfectly. He was a quick study, something that made Aaron very happy. Because this felt so damn good, to have Connor sucking him off. Awww, Jesus, he was going to come…
He tugged desperately at the inky curls. “Connor,” he rasped. “Gonna come. Pull back.”
The hazel-grey eyes rolled up to his face, but Connor shook his head slightly and only sucked harder. Clearly he was determined to have Aaron come in his mouth. And he wasn’t going to argue, if that’s what his lover wanted. He shuddered, bucking a little, and gasped as he began to shoot into Connor’s lovely mouth. The younger man swallowed quickly, drinking down Aaron’s semen, an intent expression on his face. Only when the last dribble had splashed over his tongue did he draw back, licking the tip lightly. “Did you like that, Aaron?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Yes, Connor. I loved it,” he replied truthfully. “And I…love you.”
A startled look, then Connor smiled so widely that it was like the sun coming out. “Aaron!” he cried, leaping to his feet and hugging his lover tightly. “Oh, Aaron, I love you too!!”
He ran his hand down Connor’s back possessively. His soul mate. The person he never wanted to be without for the rest of his life. His mouth found Connor’s, and he tasted himself on Connor’s tongue as he kissed his soul mate deeply and lovingly.
Aaron stood looking down at his bed, feeling butterflies dancing in his stomach. The silk sheets, the candles in holders around the bed, the pair of red roses whose petals he intended to scatter on the sheets, the imported chocolate…Aaron wanted this to be the most romantic night ever. Because tonight was the night that he intended to make sure that both he and Connor lost their gay virginities to each other. And he wanted it to be perfect and wonderful, for both Connor and himself.
He had more practical supplies in the drawer of his bedside table. Condoms, lube, some sex toys that Vicky insisted that he should buy…his friend was all excited about him sleeping with Connor, and wanted to know all of the details afterward. He’d firmly told her that that wasn’t going to happen, that his and Connor’s sex life was none of her business. She’d been disappointed, but had quickly recovered and had given him all kinds of advice. More than he needed, really, but what could you do?
He left the bedroom to check on dinner. He had a romantic meal for them to eat by candlelight before they retired to the bedroom. Connor was coming over in less an hour. Aaron hadn’t told him about the meal or what was going to happen afterward; he wanted it to be a surprise. He wanted to see Connor’s beautiful eyes light up with shock and joy when he saw the little table covered with a white linen tablecloth, and two candles burning in an etched glass globe in the center. Aaron had broken out his mother’s china and silverware for the occasion, and he thought that Connor would love it.
He went into the kitchen to open the door on the oven to check on the Cornish game hens. He’d ordered an entire dinner from an expensive restaurant, and he’d popped the food into the oven to keep it warm until Connor arrived. He didn’t want it to dry out or overcook; that would be a disaster. His stomach rumbled pleasantly at the smell of the food, and he hoped that Connor arrived soon so that they could eat. Lunch seemed like a long way away.
As though his thoughts conjured the man, he heard a knock at his front door. He hurried to open it, revealing Connor standing there on his doorstep. “Aaron,” he said, his face lighting up.
“Connor,” he replied, “Come on in.”
His soul mate stepped into his apartment, then gasped when his eyes registered the table and the lovely china and silverware on the linen tablecloth. “Aaron? What’s going on?” he asked.
Aaron stepped behind him and slid his arms around Connor’s waist. He breathed into the inky curls: “I ordered us a nice dinner, and after we eat it I thought we’d adjourn to my bedroom and have sex. What do you think, Connor?”
The younger man turned in his grip. “Oh, Aaron…” he said, his eyes shimmering with tears.
He couldn’t help himself. He kissed Connor thoroughly, and the younger man was mussed and dazed when he finally pulled back. “Let’s eat dinner,” Aaron said, taking his hand and leading him to the table.
He seated Connor, then brought out the two plates. He set one in front of Connor, then put one at his place. Then he dimmed the lights so that they could eat by candlelight, before sitting down across from Connor.
“Everything looks delicious,” Connor said, then he sniffed. “It smells great, too,” he added.
“Eat up,” Aaron told him with a smile. “We’ll both need all the energy we can get…”
This reminder that they were going to have sex for the first time tonight made Connor’s eyes light up. His smile was sultry and seductive, and made Aaron’s breath come short. He hurriedly took a bite of his own food rather than bend over himself at the sudden stirring in his groin. The food was really good, and helped him to take his mind off of his problem for awhile. It also helped that Connor was intent on his own food, in that way of the young with their healthy appetites.
But finally, they were both done. Connor set his fork down with a happy sigh. He patted his belly. “That was great, Aaron, thanks,” he said.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied.
Then Connor leaned over and set his elbow on the tablecloth, pinning Aaron with a hot stare that made his brain try to short-circuit. “How about dessert now?” Connor purred, and that was that.
He jumped to his feet and reached out to grab Connor’s hand. He dragged the younger man up out of his chair and towed him into the bedroom, Connor following tamely and grinning. Little devil! Aaron thought as he claimed Connor’s lips in a hungry, voracious kiss. Connor was rubbing up against him, making his body feel like it was going to explode at any moment. His hands slid up under his soul mate’s shirt, gliding over the satiny skin of Connor’s back. He pulled back, but before Aaron could complain, he dragged his shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he got out of the rest of his clothes so fast that Aaron barely had time to blink. It always amazed him how fast Connor could get naked.
Then Connor fell on him and began to divest him of his clothing, and he let him and didn’t complain. Why would he? He wanted to be naked just as much as Connor did. He soon found himself stripped of the last of his clothes, and Connor latched onto one of his nipples like a hungry baby. Aaron groaned as that pink mouth suckled at him, seeming to know every sensitive spot. Which was probably true - Connor had been having sexy dreams about him forever. He cradled Connor’s head in his hands, his fingers caressing the curls.
But finally he pushed his lover away, wanting to do his own exploring. He urged Connor down onto the silk sheets, draping that white form over them and admiring its beauty in the candlelight. He lay down next to Connor and leaned in to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of moisture on his skin as he kissed his way down Connor’s neck and over his chest. The younger man’s hands slid over his skin in return, gliding and caressing. Finding a pert nipple, Aaron molested it until Connor cried out softly, then nibbled at the rucked peak.
“Aaron,” Connor whimpered.
Down, down, down he went, finding every inch of pale, perfect skin with his lips and teeth and tongue. Connor squirmed and arched off the bed, panting. Spreading his lover’s legs wide, Aaron trailed his tongue over a pair of tight balls, hearing his name being called again above his head. He lapped at them, stabbing with his tongue, making Connor moan and wriggle. His hands ran over Connor’s stomach, worshipfully. He licked at the twitching cock between the younger man’s thighs, finding the moisture of his pre-cum. “Please, Aaron, I want to touch you too,” Connor begged breathlessly.
He turned so that he was straddling Connor’s head, and the younger man made a happy sound before his tongue shot out and licked at Aaron’s erection. Then they were sixty-nining, and Connor’s muffled moans turned him on almost as much as the feel of that hot mouth on his cock.
He couldn’t take much more. Aaron moved away, to a loud protest, and fetched the condoms and lube from his bedside table. He turned back to Connor, who had half sat up. “Stuff we need, “he explained, showing them to his lover.
“Oh,” Connor reached out to take the tube of lubrication from him. “This goes inside of me, right?”
“Some. And I put some of the condom, too, so there’s as much lube as possible. I don’t want you to be hurt,” Aaron said.
“Okay. Put it inside me, Aaron, “ he handed the tube back and lay down on the bed, spreading his legs again.,
Aaron let out a deep breath and opened the tube. He squirted some onto his fingers, moving between Connor’s legs. He slid a slick finger inside of the younger man, thrusting it in carefully. Connor made a small sound, and he halted. “You okay?” he asked anxiously.
“Yeah. It just feels a little weird,” Connor replied.
Reassured, Aaron pushed in further. Connor had sat up on his elbows and was craning his neck so he could watch what Aaron was doing, so he saw Connor’s face change. The younger man moaned, and his cock jumped between his legs. Puzzled, Aaron stopped again. “Oh, Aaron, what is that?” Connor panted, twitching.
“What?” Aaron asked in confusion.
“Y-You hit something. Mmm, it felt so good!” Connor said, arching upward.
Well, whatever it was, clearly Connor really liked it. So Aaron tried to do it again, and had soon reduced his lover to a quivering heap on the bed by rubbing a tiny something that he could feel under his fingertip. Connor’s cock leaked pre-cum in a clear stream, puddling on his belly and thighs. “Aaaaarrroon,” the younger man husked. “Oh, please do me!”
Okay, that was a good request. Aaron fumbled on a condom and spread lube on it, his hands shaking. “You need to…turn around on all fours, Connor,” he told his lover.
“Nooo,” Connor protested, looking up at him with dazed eyes. “I want to see your face, Aaron.”
Oh, man. He decided in the end to get between Connor’s spread legs and lift his ass with his hands, spreading the cheeks. This was going to be tight, tighter than it would have been doggie style, but if this was what Connor wanted…he set himself up against that pink rosebud, and carefully pushed. Connor made a low sound as his head broke through, but all he did was wriggle and try to get more of Aaron inside of him. Reassured that Connor didn’t seem to be in too much pain, Aaron pushed in more. Connor panted, his chest heaving. “Are you…all right?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah. It…feels so strange…but…I love…that…you’re inside of me, Aaron,” Connor gasped.
Dear God. Aaron shoved the rest of himself into Connor’s body, groaning as he was taken into velvet heat. A small cry told him that he’d hurt Connor, so he stopped and waited for the younger man to adjust. He breathed heavily, his hands stroking over Connor’s hips and thighs lovingly. He looked down into those beautiful eyes, trying to show Connor all the love that he felt for him. “Better?” he asked after a bit.
Connor nodded. “It doesn’t hurt,” he gasped.
Aaron nodded, then began to move slowly but surely within Connor. His lover made small sounds as the feel of the cock moving within him, his hands gripping at the silk sheets. “Uh, Aaron,” he moaned, sweat glimmering on his pale skin.
Aaron found a good rhythm that made Connor twist and cry out under him. He was mesmerized by the beauty lying on his bed, and the knowledge that he was making Connor’s face twist and his skin flush with his cock. He picked up speed, needing to move faster and harder now. Connor’s hips lifted to meet each thrust, and his cries were becoming louder. Aaron draped Connor’s legs over his hips and reached out with his now free hands to take Connor’s cock into a firm grip. He stroked it, using his thumbs to press under the head. He increased the force of his pushes at the same time, and Connor let loose a near scream as he began to come all over Aaron’s hands, twitching and jerking and squeezing Aaron so tightly that he groaned as he began to come himself. He shuddered, his head going back. Connor lay on the bed unmoving, his chest heaving and his eyes closed.
Aaron pulled out carefully, making Connor moan, and dragged himself up to where he could reach out and pull his lover close against him. “Connor,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose into the inky curls. “I love you, baby.”
Connor rolled so that they were lying belly-to-belly, and he could feel stickiness on his skin. “Aaron,” he whispered, laying his forehead against Aaron’s. “I think I’ve always loved you, and that I always will. Forever.”
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