Vin had stared long and hard at the letter written in glaring red ink on the top of his exam paper.That's how it had begun. "A 'D'? I'm not gonna graduate with a D," he'd pleaded with his geometry teacher.
"No, you're not, Vin. I'm glad you're finally realizing that. You're going to have to work a lot harder if you don't want to be stuck in summer school making up this class."
And that was a problem, but it wasn't his only one. He was having trouble in all of his classes. If he couldn't bring up his GPA, not only would he not pass, summer school wouldn't be enough to make up for it. He'd have to repeat the grade. And he so did not want to have to spend another hellish year in this school.
He had a plan, and that plan in no way involved remaining in Wirral, Texas.
"But I've been studying. Real hard. Every night. I'm just not ... I'm just not getting it," he'd tried to explain.
Finally, the teacher had relented. "If you're serious about bringing up your grades" — Vin had nodded — "if you're willing to put in the extra time" — Vin had nodded again — "then I have a suggestion: a tutor—"
But Vin had shaken his head. "I can't afford that! My foster parents can't either."
"That's okay, Vin. They're students. They'll do it for the extra credit — and it looks good on their applications for college."
His geometry teacher — a man in his late forties, with graying hair and a slight pot-belly, looked like he'd seen too many students like Vin over the years. Or students he assumed Vin was like — kids who didn't think school was important and would waste the teacher's time trying to get a higher grade without putting in the work.
But Vin wasn't like that. He had worked hard. Every day after school, after all his chores were finished, he'd studied — he put so much time in and yet his grades hadn't improved at all. And he was almost to the point of giving up. Why work so hard when the end result was the same as just sitting in class listening and not doing any of the assignments?
"A tutor. Would a tutor really help me?" he'd asked. He didn't like the idea of some kid, maybe even younger than himself, showing him what he didn't know. But, if it would help him graduate, maybe it was his last resort.
"I do, Vin, if you're serious about wanting to improve your grades."
"I am," he'd assured the teacher.
"It's pretty late in the school year, but I'll ask around and see if anyone's willing and available to help you. Here," the teacher had handed Vin a piece of paper. "Write down the classes you need help in, which period you have Study Hall, and your phone number."
And now Vin sat waiting in the library for his tutor to show up. He didn't know who it would be, but he knew it wouldn't be one of the jocks — even if they were smart enough to help him out (and most in this school weren't), they wouldn't after what had happened at the end of the football season, especially now with all the rumors circulating about him.
"Vin Tanner, right?"
Startled out of his thoughts, Vin looked up to find the cutest boy he'd even laid eyes on standing across the table from him. The guy had sandy brown hair cut shorter and combed neater than the current style, and his clothes were a little more fashionable, certain less worn and better fitting, than most of the kids Vin knew. Vin wasn't sure, but he took a guess that this guy's dad didn't own a farm or a ranch in the area. Maybe he ran the bank, though, or was a doctor, or something like that.
"My names Aaron. Aaron Kruet," the kid said, but Vin just continued to stare. "I'm supposed to tutor you. In geometry...." Finally, he just laid his backpack on the table and sat down across from Vin. "I'm a senior, so I should be able to help you with most of your classes. Are you ... okay?"
Vin nodded, suddenly realizing that he hadn't said a word to the guy this entire time. "Ah, yeah. F-fine."
"Good. So, what's your goal here? You just looking to get by? You trying to get into some special college? What?" the tutor asked.
Vin thought for a moment, wondering how much to tell him. "Graduate, I guess. I don't wanna be stuck in summer school, and I sure don't wanna repeat my senior year! I was actually hoping to take that test and graduate early, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to manage it."
"Why do you want out early? Problems at home?"
Vin shook his head. Not really, not yet. "I ... I just don't wanna be in high school anymore. I'm ... gonna join the army. Besides, there's no way I'm getting into any college. Don't have the smarts even if I had the money."
"Don't say that. I'm sure you're smart in a lot of ways. Bet you know stuff about football and horses that I'll never know."
Vin nodded. The guy had a point. But that still wouldn't earn him a high school diploma.
"Well, let's start with geometry and then go from there."
They had two weeks of studying together before Vin's next exams: one in biology, the other in American history. Aaron had agreed to help him study over the weekend, to make certain he was as prepared as he could be. Vin went straight home after school, finished his chores, and then headed over to Aaron's house."Man, this is a nice place," Vin whispered as Aaron showed him around. "It's huge. And everything's so ... new."
"Not everything. That vase over there, it's, like, two hundred years old," Aaron corrected, not feeling in the least bit awed by his surroundings. Vin was extra careful not to touch anything as he continued to look around.
Eventually, Aaron led him into the dining room where a table large enough for at least a dozen people gleamed under a huge, crystal chandelier.
"Yer dad must be totally rich," Vin commented, not even considering that the question might be rude.
Aaron shrugged. "He's a lawyer. But my mom's the one who really pulls in the big bucks — she's a stockbroker. It's cool, though, because she works from here, so she's almost always around. Her office is down that hall there, toward the back." Aaron pointed off and Vin peered down the long hallway, realizing the house was even bigger than he first imagined.
"So, where is she?"
"Oh, she and my dad went to Dallas for the weekend."
"Is it okay that I'm here, then?"
"Yeah, no problem. I just didn't say anything before because I didn't want it getting around school. You tell a couple of people and then all of a sudden it's like the entire school just assumes you're throwing this big open party. I just didn't want to deal with it, not to mention what my parents would do if they found out!"
Vin nodded. He knew all about doing things you weren't supposed to and then getting caught. He avoided both whenever possible. The fewer waves, the more likely the foster family would let you stick around.
"So, we can study here." Aaron pointed to the table and Vin put his pack down. "You want to start with history?"
They spent the next few hours studying — Aaron explaining in more detail and with more enthusiasm than was in the textbook — about the Great Depression. Vin was finally starting to get it, not just remembering the stupid dates and the names of the supposedly important people, but really getting a feel for the hardships the American people suffered and what the government did to eventually help them out, which lead to a lot of the public services Vin himself had benefited from, like Social Security, Welfare, and Foster Care.
But, too soon, his eyes began to droop. "Dude, what time is it?" he finally asked, not seeing a clock in the dining room.
"Nine forty."
"Maybe I better go. I have to be home by ten anyway, and I'm totally gettin' tired."
"But there's still so much to do!" Aaron protested. "We haven't even started in on the biology, and that's worth more of your final grade, right?"
Vin nodded. It was unfortunately true. He had to get at least a B+ on both this exam and the final if he wanted to pass biology. "How much longer are ya willin' ta help me study?"
Aaron shrugged. "It's the weekend, my parents are gone, and I've got nothing else to do."
"Can I call my foster parents?" Vin asked. They knew he was studying, but curfew was curfew and he'd be in deep trouble if he broke it again, even though he'd been good for well over two months.
His tutor started to get up, but then reached across the table instead, looking through Vin's assignments and the areas of study for his two upcoming tests. Then he led Vin into the kitchen and showed him the phone. "You know, we'd get a lot more done if you just spent the night. Then we could continue tomorrow after we get up."
"I don't know ... I've got chores in the mornin'...."
"But, it's Saturday. Can't they wait a few hours?"
Vin started to shrug, but then nodded. "I reckon I could ask." He picked up the receiver, and then dialed the number. "Hi, Eleanor, it's Vin. I'm still over at Aaron's house.... Yeah, we're still studyin'.... Really? Cool. Um, so, I was wonderin' if I could just spend the night here since I have those two real important tests on Monday and I wanna be ready.... But, what about my mornin' chores? ... Yeah, I can be home by noon. Cool. Thanks! ... Say goodnight ta Jim fer me.... Okay, bye."
"So, you're staying?" Aaron asked and Vin nodded with a smile. "I have stuff upstairs you can borrow. But, for now, what do you say to a break?"
"I think we oughta get back to studyin'," Vin protested — he didn't want to have just lied to his foster mother, ending up spending the time and the privilege goofing off when he still had so much studying to do.
"Naw, it's okay. We'll get right back to it, but let's grab something to eat first. You drink coffee?"
Vin shook his head. He didn't know anyone, except his foster parents and their friends who drank the stuff. He liked the smell, but he'd never gotten past the taste — hot, bitter water — and he didn't think he'd ever be likely to.
"Pepsi then? That's got caffeine; that'll keep us awake. Oh, and my mom left this pan of brownies." Aaron lifted the foil off the pan to reveal pristine, untouched brownies, covered in chocolate frosting and topped with multi-colored candy sprinkles. Aaron handed Vin a knife and a plate and soon the brownies were carved into.
Then they headed back out to the dining table. Vin picked up his textbook as he stuffed the first brownie into his mouth. Human anatomy: bones, muscles, and internal organs. Like that wasn't enough stuff for an entire class, let alone one exam.
He did pretty well as they got into the skeletal structure, mostly because Aaron said not to worry about spelling until tomorrow, but it also just sort of made sense to Vin. He could feel the bones in his own body — most of them — knew where his joints were and that different bones met at those joints. It was pretty straightforward. But then they moved on to the musculature. He couldn't pronounce a lot of these words, so he had little hope he'd ever be able to spell them right, but, beyond that, he couldn't tell where one muscle group stopped and another began. Aaron said that was the idea; people had such a wide range of motion because of the way the muscles were laid out across the frame of the skeleton. That's why people could do big things, like lifting heavy objects, but they could also do fine, precise things, like building pocket watches or model airplanes.
Vin had to admit it was pretty interesting. He just didn't know if he could remember it all for Monday's exam. "So, where's the ... the trapa- trapazoid muscle again?"
"No, that's geometry," Aaron smiled at Vin, but didn't laugh. "This is anatomy. It's the trapezius muscle and it runs down this part of your neck—" Aaron was pointing behind himself, but Vin couldn't see. "Here, stand up. Let me show you on you — then you can get how the different bones and muscles all fit together."
Vin stood up and Aaron came around behind him. "Okay, so there are really two trapezius muscles. They both start here" — he placed one finger at the base of Vin's skull, on either side of his spinal column, then began to slowly draw them downwards — "and they're connected by tendons all along your spine to here" — Aaron stopped his fingers not far above Vin's waist — "right where your last rib is."
Vin closed his eyes as he'd done when they'd talked about bones. He couldn't exactly flex his muscles in the same way that he'd moved his joints, but he tried to picture the size and shape of the muscles anyway and what bones they covered.
"Okay, so then, the trapezius muscles spreads out all the way over here to your shoulder." Aaron now had the flat of both his hands pressed against Vin's back and he was moving them upwards and outwards towards Vin's shoulders.
And Vin couldn't believe how incredible the guy's touch was. But he quickly admonished himself for even thinking such a thing. It was bad enough he kept staring at the guy, thinking how cute he was, but now ... well, this was just wrong. The guy was helping him out. That's all. It didn't mean anything. How in the hell could it? This was Texas, after all.
"Okay, now this" — Aaron tried to slip a hand beneath Vin's arm, but Vin suddenly tensed. "Why don't you take your shirt off, it'll be easier for me to show you," he suggested, taking a step away from Vin as he reached over to the table and grabbed his can of Pepsi. Vin hesitated. He didn't know what to do. It seemed helpful to know the locations of the bones and muscles on his own body, but he wasn't sure he wanted Aaron to touch him anymore.
No, that was a lie. He did want Aaron to touch him some more, a lot more. He wanted to feel the guy's hands against his bare skin. But, he was pretty sure Aaron wouldn't want to continue touching him if he had any idea what was going on inside Vin's head and how it was making him feel. Hell, Vin didn't know any guys who felt the way he did about other guys, and he was at least smart enough not to make assumptions about people. Plus, he didn't want to lose Aaron as a tutor; he had to graduate. He just had to.
"Come on, man, take off your shirt. Let's get this over with."
Get this over with. Right. Vin finally nodded his agreement, peeling off his flannel shirt, and then slipping his thermal shirt off over his head. Okay, it doesn't mean anything, Vin silently reminded himself. It's just schoolwork. Okay. I can do this.
Aaron then stepped back into place behind him and laid his hand against Vin's ribs, just under his armpit. "All right. So, the latissimus dorsi muscle—"
"Say it again?" Vin requested.
"La-tiss-i-mus dor-si starts here and then fans out" — Vin could feel Aaron begin to spread his fingers wide as he moved his hand downwards and back towards his spine— "until it reaches the lumbar vertebrae, tucking right underneath the lower edge of the trapezius muscle."
Vin nodded. "Latissimas dorseye. Trapeezius," he said.
"Right. Now from here, you've got two muscles heading off." Aaron began to slide his palm outward towards Vin's hip, but he immediately ran into the waistband of Vin's jeans and the belt holding them up. "Shuck these, would you?"
Vin hesitated, but for only a moment, before doing as he was told. His fingers felt thick and clumsy as he tried to undo first his belt buckle and then the buttons on his blue jeans. Once his fly was open, he pushed the fabric off his hips, allowing it to slide down his legs to the floor.
"Here. These, too," Aaron suggested as he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of Vin's boxers and pushed them towards the floor. "Okay. This is the gluteus medius muscle. It starts here where the tendons connect the latissimus dorsi muscle to your spine and then it ends here" — Aaron drew his hand outward towards Vin's hip bone and then down the outside of his thigh.
"Gluetus medee...." Vin tried to repeat, but his mind wasn't as focused as it had been when he'd had all his clothes on.
"Glu-te-us me-di-us. Now, the gluteus maximus wraps over the gluteus medius. It starts here and covers this entire area." Vin froze as Aaron drew both his hands down over one of Vin's ass cheeks, encompassing it as if he were holding a basketball in his palms. "Doesn't go much past that, but down here" — Aaron now moved one had down the back of Vin's thigh, while keeping the other firmly cupped against his gluteus maximus — "it connects to the fascia lata."
Vin's cock had come to full attention during the demonstration, and he was glad Aaron was still standing behind him, unable to see the affect his touch was having on him. He dreaded to think what the guy might do if he suspected what Vin was really feeling.
"Vin? Can I ask you a question," Aaron spoke again.
Vin's heart began pounding in his chest, and he reflexively took a step forward, away from Aaron. But, with his pants down around his ankles, he immediately pitched forward. Aaron grabbed for him, wrapping his arms around Vin's waist, holding him upright.
It felt so incredible to be held by Aaron. Vin couldn't ever remember being held like this, by anyone. And, even if this guy was straight, Vin liked it, too much to even force himself to struggle out of Aaron's arms, as he knew he should.
Then, in his ear, Aaron whispered, "Vin, I heard something at school...."
Vin struggled then, but Aaron wouldn't let him go. He was going to lose his tutor. And, he'd be lucky if nothing worse than that happened.
"I heard that you ... like guys. Is that true?"
Vin's entire body was rigid in Aaron's arms; neither of them moved, or breathed, as they both waited for Vin's response.
Vin wanted to deny it. He didn't like being different. And he didn't want Aaron to hate him, like the guys from the football team now did. But, before he could locate his voice in order to lie, he found himself nodding his head.
"I do, too," Aaron said softly.
It wasn't possible. This was Texas. The damn-middle-of-nowhere, Texas. There weren't guys like Vin here, not in a community that thrived on red-blooded American boys who drank beer and did girls in the back of their pick-up trucks for hoots on a Saturday night.
But, Aaron still held him, had not pushed him away, punched him, or called him some horrible name. And, slowly, Vin began to accept his words. Here was someone like him. Someone who liked guys. Someone who might actually understand all the things he'd been feeling, thinking. Someone he might actually be able to talk honestly with.
He smiled as he began to relax. Aaron then loosened his grip on Vin and stepped back from him. "Have you ever...?" Aaron started to ask, but fell silent when Vin shook his head, no.
Vin had thought about things, but he'd never acted on them — he'd never had the opportunity.
Aaron put a tentative hand on his shoulder and Vin forced himself not to tense at the touch. He wanted it. God, he did. Aaron was cute — and smart and cool — and he felt just like he did about guys. Aaron's hand moved down Vin's arm, all the way to his hand, where their fingers touched for a moment, and then Aaron slid his hand back over Vin's hip to his ass. He caressed the round muscle again, and then added his other hand to the other cheek.
Vin's dick was rock hard now. No one had ever touched him like this, and certainly never on purpose. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve some of the pressure that was building in his groin, but he was afraid to do that in front of Aaron. Instead, he kept his hands at his sides and closed his eyes.
He then felt Aaron's hands leave his body, and, when he opened his eyes, he found his friend was now standing in front of him. Aaron reached out a hand and drew it across Vin's chest. "Pectoral," he said, as if they were continuing the lesson. But when Aaron's thumb brushed against his nipple, Vin sucked in a quick breath of air, surprised by the sudden sensation. He wanted more, but he was still afraid. He'd never done anything like this before. He couldn't believe it was even really happening.
"A-aaron? Have you ever...?" he finally asked. He wanted to know if they were both in the dark here and it was just Aaron who was the brave one.
He nodded his head. "I usually spend the summers with my aunt and her family. My cousin ... he and I would, you know ... mess around and stuff."
Vin allowed his eyes to lull shut as Aaron continued to move his hand over Vin's chest and eventually his stomach. "What, um" — Vin swallowed hard — "what stuff would you two...."
"Not much at first, when we were younger — just, ah, jerking off, like when we were laying out in the sun after we'd been swimming." Vin tried to stifle a gasp when Aaron's hand brushed across the tip of his penis. "Then, ah, we ... started watching each other do it." Aaron's hand slipped lower, sliding down the front of Vin's thigh, then back up the inside. "Eventually, we, um, we touched each other—"
Vin's eyes flew open when Aaron wrapped his fingers around Vin's swollen boner. It was the most incredible feeling, so much better than his own fingers being there. It was so ... exciting.
"Then w-what?" Vin finally asked, his voice an unsteady squeaking in his throat.
Aaron didn't say a word this time, only answering by sliding his hand over Vin's dick. All the way to the base, then back up to the tip. Vin reached out to place a tentative hand on Aaron's shoulder. Aaron then kneeled before Vin, and slipped his free hand between Vin's legs to cup his balls.
Vin knew what it felt like to come — he'd beaten himself off frequently enough — so he sensed that he was drawing close to release: the tingling, the pressure, the spreading of that faint warmth across the front of his pelvis. And he wanted to come, he wanted Aaron to jerk him off liked he'd done his cousin.
He closed his eyes again, focusing solely on the increasing sensations, of Aaron's palm and fingers moving over his swollen penis. But when the feeling of skin against skin was replaced with an incredible moist heat, Vin suddenly exploded. Involuntarily, he thrust his hips forward as his knees nearly buckled under him. He reached out with his other hand, grabbing Aaron to steady himself. He thrust again and again, unable to stop the guttural groans that emanated from his throat.
Finally, his knees gave out, but Aaron had a firm hold of his thighs and was able to help him stay upright. When his need to thrust had subsided, Aaron helped lower him to the floor, where Vin lay simply breathing, his mind unable to wrap itself around what had just happened to him. He'd come. His first come not of his own actions.
Oh, God. He just realized: he'd come inside Aaron's mouth!
He looked over and found Aaron sitting cross-legged near him, sipping from his Pepsi. Aaron smiled. "Way better than doing it yourself, huh?" he finally said, setting the can aside.
Vin just nodded. At that moment, he couldn't have said anything if he tried, if he'd even known what to say. He could feel his own heart beat throbbing through his sensitive ass, each pulse sending faint waves of pleasure through his entire, still-tingling groin. Then he felt Aaron's hand on his thigh, slowly, gently caressing, and Vin suddenly wondered if they were going to get any more studying done tonight.
"You, ah, you wanna come upstairs for a little while?" Aaron finally asked, and again Vin just nodded. He stood, and then gave Vin a hand up.
Vin's knees were still unsteady, but he managed to pull his boxers and jeans up, then slowly followed his friend out of the dining room, into the entry way. Up the wide, curving flight of stairs and down the hall was Aaron's room. It was at least three times the size of Vin's own bedroom, and the bed was at least twice as wide. He had his own television set, VCR, stereo, and telephone. He even had his own computer on his own desk. "Your room is so cool."
Aaron just nodded, like he'd never really thought about it before. He walked over to a door, and then stepped inside. Vin followed him and found a room as big as the bathroom at his foster parent's house, but it wasn't a bathroom; it was a closet, filled with more clothes than Vin had ever seen outside of a department store.
Then he watched as Aaron began to strip out of his clothes. First his sweater came off, and then he undid the buttons on his long-sleeved shirt, which he slid off his shoulders. Next he slipped out of his deck shoes, undid his belt, and then slid his pants off along with his briefs.
Vin couldn't help staring. He'd seen naked guys before, all the time, really, since everyone had to shower after both P.E. and whatever sports workouts he participated in — basketball, track, football, and the like. But this was different, and Vin knew it. Aaron hadn't stripped to take a shower and they certainly weren't standing in some stale-smelling locker room.
No. Aaron had stripped for him, and they were in his bedroom, just a few feet from his bed. Vin began to tremble.
Aaron didn't seem to notice as he brushed pass Vin, grabbing his hand in the process. He led him to the bed, but before Vin could sit down, Aaron reached out and pushed his pants from his hips again. Then he knelt down and helped Vin out of his boots, finally removing his pants to lay them across the chair at the desk.
"I- I liked touching you like that downstairs," Aaron said. "Did you ... like it?"
Vin nodded. He wanted to touch Aaron like that, but didn't know how to tell him.
"You wanna do more?" When Vin nodded, hesitantly at first — he was so scared where this all might be heading — but then with a little more conviction, Aaron hopped on the bed, then turned around before lying down with his head nearest to where Vin was still standing. "Be easier if you kneel over me," Aaron suggested, and Vin took his word for it.
He crawled onto the bed next to Aaron, then swung his leg over so he was straddling his friend's chest, then he bent over, lifting his weight up off of Aaron and propping himself up with his hands, one on each side of Aaron's hips. As he stared down at Aaron's penis — his first truly close up view of one — he suddenly didn't know what to do.
He stared for a while, just checking out the shape, the ridges and how the veins bulged slightly across them. He also noticed the sandy brown patch covering his friend's groin; the hairs were thick, and tightly curled, but, like on Vin, the hair had yet to spread beyond that area. Vin leaned on one hand, then placed the other on Aaron's smooth, bare stomach, rubbing as Aaron had done to him downstairs. He wondered what Aaron was thinking at that moment, if he was getting impatient waiting for Vin to really do something. That helped him make up his mind. He was going to do this, and he was going to do it now.
He bent his head down and licked the tip of Aaron's dick. It wasn't a bad sensation, so he licked it again, this time dragging his tongue over more of the head. Then he licked the hard organ from the tip to the base, like it was a Popsicle, only it didn't taste sweet at all — it was more salty, but not in a gross way. He wasn't sure if he liked the taste, but he certainly didn't not like it, so he licked Aaron's length again. Then, he opened his mouth and took Aaron's tip inside. He sucked a little bit, as he ran his tongue in circles around the swollen bulb. When he heard Aaron moan, he figured he was doing something right.
Then, he felt Aaron's hand on him, on his thighs, gently caressing again. It was such an incredible feeling to be touched like this. He couldn't believe any of it was happening. Nobody wanted him, nobody had ever really wanted him, but it certainly seemed like Aaron did. He vowed then that he wasn't going to disappoint his new friend; he'd do whatever Aaron wanted him to do, as long as it kept Aaron wanting him.
Aaron's hand moved up to his balls, cupping them in his palm. Vin's pecker was still spent, still flaccid, but when Aaron began to knead his scrote, he felt the first stirring of recovery.
He continued to give his attention to Aaron's penis — what attention wasn't being stolen away by what Aaron was doing to him — sucking gently, running his tongue over the bulbous head, drawing his dick further and further into his mouth, then slowly letting it slip almost all the way out, trying to remember to be as gentle as Aaron had been.
But he almost bit down when he felt Aaron's slickened finger sliding behind his nuts, caressing the smooth patch of skin there before moving further up his ass crack, and then over his butt-hole. Vin felt his dick suddenly being to swell, as if Aaron had just opened a floodgate. It was incredible. And very scary — what beyond his wildest imaginings was Aaron going to do to him now?
For a few moments Vin did nothing except experience the new sensations. He'd never played with his own ass — he thought it was something gay guys did, but he'd never done it. It was just too weird. Suddenly, Aaron slipped his finger inside Vin and Vin cried out at the intrusion.
His friend froze. "That hurt?"
"Nooo," Vin managed a shaky moan. Then Aaron moved his finger deeper, pushing it as far in as he could before pulling it almost all the way out. Vin moaned again; he couldn't help it. Aaron then began shoving his finger in and out of Vin's butt-hole until Vin was issuing a continuous stream of moans.
Then Aaron paused with his thrusting. "You gonna do me?" he asked, and Vin suddenly remembered the slab of swollen meat lying just inches from his face.
"Yeah," he breathed, taking Aaron's dick inside his mouth again, sucking now instead of moaning each time Aaron pushed his finger deep into his ass. Vin moved his own hand up to Aaron's balls, caressing them, then daring to slide his hand between Aaron's legs.
Aaron spread his legs wide, giving Vin easier access. He wasn't sure he could do to Aaron what Aaron was doing to him. It still seemed a little strange, really, though it felt so incredible. Vin then felt Aaron move his one hand from his balls up the back of his thigh, over his ass, to his hip. Aaron then pressed down and Vin lowered his hips slightly, figuring the angle was probably odd for Aaron and he was getting tired; but Vin didn't want him to stop, so he complied.
Suddenly, Vin nearly shot another load. There was moist heat against his crack, then a soft, but insistent probing around his butt-hole. It wasn't Aaron's finger, he could tell, but could it be the only other thing he could imagine? Was Aaron tonguing his ass? He groaned again, this time keeping Aaron's cock in place, and Aaron seemed to squirm from the vibrations the sound made against his boner. If Vin hadn't so recently come downstairs, he was sure Aaron would have been drenched with fresh, warm jizz. It was the most fucking incredible, thrilling thing Vin had ever experienced!
Then the tongue was gone, replaced again by Aaron's thrusting finger — no, it was more. Two fingers this time? "Vin?" he whispered. "Can I.... I mean, it's hard to concentrate, huh? When we're both doing this to each other?"
Vin mumbled a yes around Aaron's cock.
"I know a way we can both, um ... you know ... get off."
Vin placed a firm hand around the base of Aaron's cock, and then moved his hand upward as he slowly pulled his mouth away. "How?"
"Let me up," he said, and Vin started to roll onto his side. "No, you stay there," he insisted, so Vin merely shifted his one hand to Aaron's other side, then lifted his leg so Aaron could wiggle out from under him. He hopped off the bed, pulling the drawer of his nightstand open to retrieve a bottle of lotion he kept there. Vin had never thought to use lotion on himself — spit, after all, was free, and usually plentiful enough.
Aaron pumped a small squirt of the creamy white lotion into his hand, and then began to spread it over his still-hard penis. Vin watched, as he remained kneeling on the bed. He wanted Aaron to spread the lotion on him, and hoped he would, because Vin couldn't bring himself to voice his own wants yet. What if he asked for too much, or for something Aaron just didn't want to do? It was too risky. He'd learned a long time ago that wants and needs were things to be kept to yourself. You were more likely to get something that way, instead of nothing at all when you dared to ask.
Vin continued to watch Aaron stroke himself, then Aaron removed his hand and pumped another squirt into his palm. He reached over with this new glob and began to spread it over Vin's swelling dick. Everything Aaron had done to him so far had been incredible, far beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of, and this new sensation did not fall short. But, too soon, he moved his hand away, slipping it briefly over Vin's nuts, pausing for just a moment at the smooth spot just behind them, before beginning to work the lotion into the skin around his butt-hole.
Aaron was very thorough, working slowly but steadily to moisturize the skin. He ran his fingers up and down the crack, sometimes circling around the hole, other times sliding directly over it. Finally, Vin reached back and grabbed his own stiffy, stroking himself up and down.
"Slower, Vin," Aaron told him and Vin immediately complied, moving his hand just enough to maintain his dick's current hardness and level of desire. Aaron continued to work around Vin's ass. Vin heard another squirt from the lotion bottle, and then felt a second hand on his rear. Aaron was now working a thumb back and forth along each side of his hole, until he finally slipped one inside. Vin tensed at the sudden intrusion, but immediately relaxed as Aaron continued to massage his ass with his free hand.
The thumb was soon removed, only to be replaced by a finger, which Aaron thrust in and out of him, as well as wiggled around. In a weird way, Vin thought, the sensation was almost like a tickle, and yet it wasn't; it was just so much more. If Vin hadn't still had his hand wrapped around his cock, he would have sworn that what Aaron was doing to him was making it swell even larger.
Aaron added another finger, moving them faster in and out, until Vin began to squirm. Then they were gone and Aaron's hands came to rest on Vin's hips. He nudged his ass lower, and then Vin felt something soft being rubbed up and down his ass crack. He knew it wasn't Aaron's fingers again, or his tongue, but he wasn't sure what else it could be, not until Aaron pressed it against his asshole, so hard that it slipped inside.
Vin cried out from the sudden pain. God, it hurt! Was it supposed to hurt? He bit his lip, gripped the blanket with his fists, and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the pain to subside. Aaron didn't move, which helped, and, slowly, Vin felt like he might be able to take a breath. Then he realized Aaron was rubbing his ass cheeks and he told himself to relax, but the knowledge that Aaron's huge boner was now shoved up his butt was almost too much for him to comprehend.
Then Aaron began to move. Vin bit his lip again, trying not to cry out, though it didn't hurt nearly as much as the shocking, initial intrusion had. Maybe it was the lotion? Aaron had used a lot, and that probably helped. Vin couldn't imagine what this would feel like if Aaron hadn't bothered to use any.
As Aaron continued to move inside of him, Vin's head began to swim. The pain was now oddly mixed with a very pleasant, growing sensation that spread from his butt-hole out over his entire groin. It was incredibly intense, but he wondered for a moment what Aaron was feeling; was it better than his own hand, better than Vin's mouth?
He was beginning to enjoy this: the feel of his friend's hand on his hips, even though they were digging slightly into his skin; the sensation of Aaron's scrote hitting his in the sudden slap of skin against skin; the tingles which radiated through his nuts and the muscles of his ass with each thrust. And he soon began to love the movement of Aaron's long, hard dick in and out of his asshole, each stroke sending more and more waves of incredible pleasure radiating out through his entire body.
Then, something changed. Aaron shifted his position, or maybe it had been Vin, but all of a sudden, the waves of sensation became sparks deep inside of him. Vin's cock twitched as his sac tightened, then he cried out, but Aaron did not stop thrusting, for which Vin was extremely thankful, because now it was anything but pain that he was feeling! Jizz spurted from his dick in a come so long and intense that he thought — hoped — it might never end. Shudders wracked his body and he felt as if he might collapse onto the bed, but Aaron's hands held him firm. He continued to thrust, again and again, as fast and as hard was Vin's own heart was pounding.
Then Aaron groaned loudly, as if he were straining to lift a weight too heavy, and the rhythm of his thrusting became erratic. The long, deep thrusts turned into a frenzy of short slams, then a pause, another yank on Vin's hips, then a long, slow withdrawing, only to end in a final drive which blurred Vin's vision.
Aaron was then leaning his full weight against Vin, who simply didn't have the strength to hold himself up, let alone the two of them. They collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed; the air around them was filled with their labored breaths, as if they'd just finished doing too many wind sprints in gym class. And that was the only thing Vin could think to compare this with.
He loved running — track was his best sport, and he was good at it. Just being outside, with the wind in his face, alone, not having to rely on anyone else. That was freedom to Vin, and this, well, this was better than any team sport he'd ever played, and the feelings now coursing through his body were so similar to the ones he felt while running: happiness, satisfaction, contentment, and exhilaration.
He didn't know anything else in the world could make him feel that good, let alone anything that could make him feel better!
The pair lay on the bed for a long while before Aaron rolled onto his back, finally pulling himself completely out of Vin. He then slapped Vin on the rear as he pushed himself off the bed. "Come on," he said, but Vin was still too tired to move. Aaron grabbed his hand and pulled him up, dragging him towards the bathroom.
"It's way late," he explained, only Vin didn't know what the question was and he was too exhausted to even ponder it.
Aaron turned on the water in the shower and, while he waited for it to run warm, he guided Vin to the toilet. He pushed the lid down, before allowing Vin to sit, and then he shoved his flaccid cock in Vin's face. Vin knew Aaron wanted him to suck on it, but it had just been up his ass and he just couldn't bring himself to do it — even as much as he didn't want to disappoint Aaron.
Vin just looked up at him, with eyes still heavy from spent passion.
"Dude, you are so wiped!" Aaron smiled. "Here," he said, hauling Vin to his feet again, and pushing him toward the shower. Vin stepped into the bathtub and let the warm water run over him for a moment. He was about to move aside so that Aaron could crawl under the stream, but his friend stopped him. "Just sit in the tub," he suggested, so Vin carefully lowered himself, stretching his legs out until his feet hit the far wall.
Aaron then stepped in, placing a foot on either side of Vin's thighs.
Vin stared up at him as misty droplets of water began to collect on his lashes. He couldn't believe what he'd just done with Aaron. It was incredible, amazing, and ... terrifying. Aaron seemed pretty experienced — more than just fooling around with his cousin would account for. He wondered what more Aaron had done, but he was afraid to ask, afraid Aaron would get mad because it wasn't any of Vin's business.
He watched Aaron now as he lathered the soap in his hands, spreading the suds over his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Then Aaron handed him the bar.
"Do me," he requested, so Vin rubbed the soap between his hands until a thick lather formed, then he reached up and began to work the suds over Aaron's dick, which slowly began to harden against his cleansing touch. He slipped his hand down, working over the inside of Aaron's thighs as well, and even going so far as soaping his scrote. He looked up, but he could not see Aaron's expression — the guy's head was lulled back, so Vin assumed he was enjoying being touched. Vin wanted Aaron to touch him like this again, but he could wait his turn.
After a few long minutes, Aaron took a step back and allowed the water to run down his front, washing the soapy bubbles from his body onto Vin. Then, when he was clean, he stepped forward, again wiggling his dick in Vin's face. Having just done the scrubbing himself, Vin had no problem taking Aaron's boner into his mouth this time. He grabbed Aaron behind the legs in order to leverage himself, so that he could move his mouth back and forth over the stiff organ without slipping on the soapy surface of the tub. Aaron was long, longer than himself, and not quite as thick. Vin had no trouble wrapping his lips around the girth, but he just couldn't take all of him inside, though he tried, until he gagged when the bulbous tip finally struck the back of his throat.
"There's a trick to that," Aaron said then, with his hands in Vin's hair, still encouraging him to suck deep. "I'll show you later."
Vin nodded as best he could, mumbling around the meat filling his mouth.
Aaron then held out his hand and helped Vin to his feet. As Vin stood, Aaron ran his other hand across Vin's shoulder and over his arm, finally slipping down his hip, then back around to grab his small, firm ass in a tight hold, pulling him forward until their chests and stomachs were touching and their erections were trapped between them.
Vin wondered if Aaron was going to kiss him — he tensed in anticipation — but it didn't happen. Instead Aaron leaned forward, putting his chin on Vin's shoulder as he wrapped his arm tightly around him. Then he began to move, up and down, rubbing their erections together. Vin shivered as his own dick continued to harden as it moved over Aaron's coarse crotch hair and smooth stomach.
His breath was coming fast now, and he felt as if he was trembling from head to toe. Then, suddenly, Aaron grabbed his shoulders, turned him around and shoved him against the far wall of the shower. Aaron slid one hand low, to grab Vin's hips, and, for the second time that night, Vin felt something soft, yet firm, being pressed against his butt-hole.
Aaron pushed Vin down by the shoulder as he pulled him back with the hand on his hip, forcing his dick deep inside. Vin cried out again, all hope gone that the second time would be less painful. Aaron's fingers dug into his hips again, pressing the flesh against the bone of his pelvis until it was more painful than the dick up his ass. Vin bit his lip and tried to remember to breathe. No pain, no gain — the words flashed through his mind — the idiotic saying the coaches at school always used to push the students just a little harder than they were capable of.
Slowly, the pain eased, replaced by the same pleasurable sensations as earlier and Vin began to relax. He closed his eyes, his hands against the cold wall of the shower, and just let what Aaron was doing happen.
But only moments later, Aaron released a groan as his fingers dug deeper into the flesh of Vin's slender hips causing Vin to cry out as well. Aaron's other arm slid around his waist as he stabbed into Vin with his hard dick. Vin couldn't feel the jizz shooting into him, but he was sure Aaron had shot his load.
Moments later, the thrusting slowed and then stopped. Aaron ran his hand up and down Vin's back a few times, breathing hard enough for Vin to hear it over the running water in the shower. Then he pulled back, his dick slipping out of Vin's ass with a slight popping sound.
When Vin straightened up and turned around, Aaron was standing under the showerhead, rinsing the sweat and cum from his body. Then, he stepped out, pulling the sliding glass-door closed behind him, leaving Vin alone with the now cooling water. He adjusted the knobs, easing off of the cold tap, but he barely had time to soap his ass clean before all the hot water was gone.
When he stepped out, Aaron handed him a towel, then turned to brush his teeth. Once Vin was fairly dry, he wrapped the terry cloth around his hips, and then stood next to Aaron at the sink. Aaron handed him a toothbrush wrapped in plastic — it was one he'd obviously gotten from the dentist's office and had yet to use. Vin unwrapped it, tossing the crinkly plastic into the wastebasket next to the toilet, and then began to brush his own teeth.
Aaron just turned away and left him alone in the bathroom, so when he finished rinsing the toothpaste out of his mouth, he stepped to the toilet, lifted the lid and took a long, slow leak, something he hadn't thought to do when he'd been in the shower.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Aaron was already in bed. "You can sleep here," he said, indicating the empty remainder of the queen-sized bed, and Vin had to wonder if this was what Aaron had had in mind all along when he'd suggested Vin spend the night, or if there was a guest room somewhere in this big house he would have been using had he and Aaron not just done what they'd done.
"I don't wear anything, but if you want, you can grab something out of my closet," he offered, but Vin just shook his head. He'd never slept nude before. Even in the summer he at least wore boxers, and in the winter he usually pulled on a set of sweats or thermals, if he had them, jeans and a t-shirt if he didn't. But, he'd feel funny wearing stuff if Aaron wasn't — like Aaron might think him prude or something for not going naked.
Vin slipped between the sheets, feeling the coolness of the cotton sheets against his bare skin, not really knowing if he liked it or not, if he'd be able to sleep this way.
Aaron reached over to the nightstand and clicked off the light, after which Vin could feel Aaron roll back over. A moment later, Aaron's hand touched his hip, and then slid gently up and across his stomach until it brushed against Vin's soft dick. He wrapped his fingers around the flesh, then he heard quietly in the darkness, "'Night, Vin."
Vin slowly came awake to the oddest sensations. He wasn't sure where he was for a moment, but he felt like he had to go pee, badly. As he began to breath a little deeper, his mind sharpened and he remembered where he was: Aaron's house. More precisely, Aaron's bed, with Aaron lying next to him. Naked.Then Vin realized what the odd sensations were. Aaron's hand was on his dick, as it had been when they'd fallen asleep the night before, only now the hand was stroking over him. Vin blinked his eyes a few times against the dim morning light filtering through the pale curtains covering the windows in the bedroom. He looked over to see Aaron lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, smiling at him. "Thought you'd never wake up."
Vin gave a lopsided grin. He wasn't sure he was awake. It was all so strange, what they had done, how it had suddenly happened, and then just kept on happening.
"Aaron...?" he started to ask, but then didn't know what the question should be. He had so damn many. Did any of this actually mean anything? Did Aaron care about him, as much as it seemed, or was he just a horny teenaged guy who happened to find the only other horny teenaged guy who also liked boys in a country high-school full of rednecks? Did Aaron want to stick his dick up his ass again? Did he want Vin to do the same to him? Where the hell had he really learned to do any of this stuff?
But before Vin could even narrow down which question to begin with, he heard the bottle of lotion as Aaron pumped a squirt into his hand. A moment later, he was coating Vin's dick with the cold goop, moving his hand faster and faster along the length. Vin's body spasmed as Aaron's hand continued to move over his now-sensitive shaft.
Aaron then handed him the bottle of lotion and Vin squirted a glob into his palm as Aaron shifted position, so that his feet were now pointing toward the head of the bed. Vin reached over and began to apply the cream to Aaron's long, firm dick. He moved slowly at first, all the way from the tip down to the base and then back up. Aaron turned slightly onto his side, propping his top leg up to give Vin access between, so Vin slid his hand down the shaft again all the way past the base until he was cupping Aaron's balls. He moved the sac around in his palm, kneading it with his fingers, as Aaron was currently doing to him.
When Aaron slipped his hand back further, to caress the smooth area of skin behind his sac, Vin did the same to Aaron, rubbing gently over the thin, hairless spot. Aaron then began sliding his finger over Vin's butt-hole, back and forth, then around the tight ring of muscle.
Vin felt strange doing it, but followed Aaron's lead anyway. He hoped Aaron would lick him there again; it had felt incredible, but he knew he wouldn't have the guts to do the same to Aaron. It still seemed kind of gross and he wasn't sure how Aaron had gotten up the nerve to do it to him.
But Aaron just kept moving his finger over Vin's hole, his other hand still slowly stroking the length of Vin's cock. Vin kept playing with Aaron's hole, too, feeling the tight pucker of muscle as he circled his finger around and around, suddenly, unintentionally slipping his fingertip inside. He immediately pulled his finger back out, but Aaron moaned slightly as he moved his hips back. Vin hesitated, but then slowly pushed his finger inside again.
"Deeper," Aaron moaned, so Vin kept pushing until his finger was as deep as it could go. Then, he pulled back to shove it deep again. Aaron let out another moaned and Vin smiled, knowing he'd done something that had given Aaron pleasure. Vin took his hand away from Aaron's cock and moved it up to his ass, sliding his slickened thumb around the puckered muscle as he kept thrusting his finger in and out of the hole. When he pulled back again, he dared to add another finger, slipping them both inside. Aaron groaned loudly, moving his hips to push Vin's fingers deeper inside.
Aaron then reached over and grabbed the lotion bottle from beside Vin. He pumped another glob into his hand, then he grabbed Vin's dick and started pumping him hard and fast. Vin felt himself swell until it seemed his shaft couldn't get any harder. He was beginning to squirm as much as Aaron was after just a few moments. Then Aaron pulled himself away from Vin, sitting up. He pushed the covers off of them both, then straddled Vin's hips.
Aaron leaned all the way forward and Vin tensed, certain that Aaron meant to kiss him this time, but instead Aaron reached between his legs and grabbed Vin's boner. Then he lowered his ass until Vin's tip was just touching his hole. He held Vin firm as he pressed himself down onto the stiff organ, forcing Vin inside. He paused when the tip finally slipped in, and then he slowly began to lower himself. Aaron pressed down until there was resistance, then he pulled up slightly, only to press down again, taking Vin deeper and deeper inside each time, until, finally, his entire weight was resting on Vin's hips.
Vin wanted to watch Aaron's face, but he was too distracted by what he was feeling. It was sort of like when Aaron had mouthed him off downstairs, but it was different, too, better. Aaron's tongue has been wet and sqwooshy against his dick, but his ass was tight and the amount heat that now enveloped his length was incredible.
Aaron sat motionless for a moment, finally staring down at Vin. He grinned suddenly as he leveraged his hips upward, stroking Vin's shaft with the tight muscles of his butt-hole. A sharp shudder swept over Vin and he grabbed the sheets in his fists to keep himself steady. Aaron then relaxed, dropping his weight down onto Vin's hips, impaling himself on Vin's hard shaft. Vin's stomach muscles seized, pulling his head and shoulders up off the bed. Slowly Aaron raised himself up again only to plunge down once more, shoving Vin so deeply into him.
Without warning, Vin shot his load into Aaron as a cry was ripped from his lungs. Tears filled his eyes as an intense flash turned to pulsating waves of release and pleasure.
"I'm sorry," he muttered once the air returned to his lungs. "I'm sorry."
But Aaron just shook his head as he pushed himself off of Vin. "Roll over."
Vin did, sniffling back tears as he got up on all fours, though his limbs were still trembling from the come. Aaron then grasped his hip with one hand, fingers digging, pressing his flesh hard against the bone of his pelvis again. He then felt Aaron push his cock against his hole, shoving until the tip popped inside, then both hands were on Vin's hips in a tight, insistent hold, pulling Vin back, shoving his stiff dick deep.
Vin groaned, the intrusion a little too quick, the lotion they'd spread over each other maybe not quite thick enough. But the pain was bearable, not anything like it had been the night before.
Vin took a breath, hoping Aaron would stay still for just a moment, until his ass muscles could adjust to the new thickness, but Aaron immediately pushed Vin away, drawing his long cock back, but not completely out. He pulled on Vin's hips again, shoving himself deep, then pushed Vin away.
The rhythm increased too quickly for Vin to really enjoy the movement. He was still a bit sore from their previous fuckings and something a little slower, something gentler would have been much more to his liking, but he didn't say anything.
Everything hurt at least a little bit, Vin had learned in his life, so why should this be any different? Besides, if he asked Aaron to stop this time, he might not ever offer to do this again, even when Vin wasn't sore anymore. And, this had felt so incredible last night ... he could put up with it hurting sometimes, as long as it didn't hurt all the time.
"Come on, Vin," Aaron grunted as he continued to thrust. "Come on!" But Vin wasn't doing anything at all except trying to remain up on his hands and knees. It was Aaron who was pulling and pushing on his hips, thrusting in and out of his ass. It was all Aaron. "Viiiin!" he started to yell, but it turned into a low groan that seemed to fill the air around them. And then Aaron held Vin's hips firm, still, while he drove himself hard and deep. Vin pressed his hands forward in order to keep himself up-right, finally bracing his hands against the headboard as Aaron continued to give one pounding, forceful thrust after another, each accompanied by a fierce, groaning cry.
And then it was over. Aaron stopped thrusting. He released his grip on Vin's hips, placing his hands gently on Vin's back, moving them slowly, softly in small circles over his spine. Then he slipped an arm around Vin's waist and pulled him down as he fell sideways onto the mattress.
He pushed his leg up between Vin's, pressing the top of his thigh against Vin's balls as they both gasped for breath.
Vin then began to doze until he felt Aaron moving on the bed, rolling off, and then a gentle slap on his ass. "Come on, dude. We better get up and get some studying done before you have to head home."
Vin rolled over and watched Aaron, bare-assed, head toward the bathroom. Inside, he reached directly into the shower and turned the water on. He didn't wait long before stepping in and pulling the sliding glass-door shut. Vin then pushed himself out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a leak, but as he passed the open closet door, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror. He stopped, stared, and then turned slightly from one side to the other.
He'd had sex, for the first time, and with a guy. He had been wondering if the experience had changed him, physically — if other people would be able to tell what he had done this weekend — but he never expected the image that greeted him in the mirror. He moved closer, rubbing the sleep from his still-tired eyes, not sure he was really seeing what he thought he was.
But, inches from the reflective surface, he knew it was true. He'd had sex and it was as obvious as if someone had written the word across his forehead. He brushed his hand down over his hip, not feeling nearly as much pain from the contact as he imaged based on the appearance of the darkening bruises, the marks Aaron's tight grip had left upon his body.
Vin stepped inside the bathroom then and pulled the towel he'd used the night before off the rod, wrapping it around his waist to conceal the bruises. He didn't want Aaron to see them. Aaron stuck his head out of the shower as Vin was just tucking the edge of the towel in to secure it.
"You coming in while the water's still warm?" he asked with an easy smile.
He was afraid Aaron would realize something was wrong, but he asked him anyway, "Mind if I wait 'til yer done?"
"Naw, if ya want," Aaron shrugged, and Vin breathed in relief. It was still possible that he could shower and dress without Aaron seeing the bruises, and, hopefully, the marks will have faded before they ever did this again.
Aaron stepped from the shower just a few moments later, completely naked, of course, dripping water on the bathmat, and not even bothering to grab his towel. Instead, he reached for Vin's ripping it from his hips before he could stop him. Aaron brought the towel to his face immediately, and Vin quickly grabbed for the other towel still on the rod, but he couldn't get it around his waist fast enough.
"Dude, what's your prob—" Aaron began, as he pulled the towel from his face to look at Vin, but then he noticed what Vin was trying to hide. "Vin!" Aaron closed the distance between them, pushing the towel in Vin's hands out of the way to get a good look at what he was hiding.
"It's nothing," Vin mumbled. "Doesn't hurt" — much, he failed to add.
"Vin, why didn't you tell me? Why were you trying to hide this?"
Vin shrugged, hanging his head, not wanting to look Aaron in the eye. "I'm sorry," he apologized. He should have just pulled his pants on, skipped the shower all together. Stupid! he chastised himself now.
"Sorry? Vin, what do you have to be sorry for?"
"Please, don't be mad—" Vin begged, wanting nothing more than to flee the small, confining room and run back to his foster home. But when he started to turn, Aaron grabbed him firmly by the shoulders.
"Vin ... I'm not mad," he insisted, though his fingers were digging into Vin's skin. Aaron seemed to realize this a moment later and relaxed his grip, and then he pulled Vin into a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Vin. I didn't." He pushed Vin away from him then and looked into his eyes. "Please, believe me, Vin."
He had to believe him, he sounded so sincere. But no one had ever apologized for hurting him before. He wasn't sure what to say, so he merely nodded his head.
"Look, you take a shower, get dressed, then meet me downstairs," Aaron finally broke the silence that was now hanging in the air like the steam from the shower. "I'll make some breakfast for us, then we can study. Okay?"
Vin nodded again.
"You want oatmeal or eggs?"
Vin wanted eggs, but he knew they were expensive, at least that's what his foster mother told him, why she only served them on Sundays. And today was Saturday. "Oatmeal," he finally said.
Aaron smiled, and then gave Vin's shoulder a gentle rub as he left the bathroom.
Vin climbed into the shower, then turned the water on. A blast of cold that immediately began to turn too hot hit him square in the chest. He reached out to regulate the temperature, then just stood there, letting the water slowly run over his body as the dried semen on his ass and between his legs became slippery again.
Aaron wasn't mad at him. Aaron hadn't meant to hurt him.
Was that possible? Especially since he liked Aaron. A lot. The guy was smart, cute, funny, and, most of all, seemed to like Vin right back. Vin never thought he'd ever meet anyone, especially not in this little, rural Texan town. Yet, Aaron had just strolled into his life. He'd always hated being so stupid, but that was probably the only reason he'd actually met Aaron — because he needed tutoring. It seemed like the weirdest, most unlikely thing to Vin.
Then he remembered that Aaron was waiting for him downstairs, so he soaped up quickly, lathered some shampoo into his hair, and then quickly rinsed and dried off. He suddenly didn't want to waste another minute not being near Aaron. He knew there wasn't more than a few hours before he'd have to head back to his foster home, to start in on his weekend chores. And Aaron was making him breakfast!
Vin rushed downstairs, finding Aaron in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove. "Hey," he said as he walked in.
"Hey. There's juice there, if you want some," Aaron offered without turning around. Vin noticed the container on the counter — orange juice. He loved orange juice, but Eleanor usually gave him milk.
Vin sat down on the stool at the bar attached to the counter, watching Aaron's back as he continued to work at the stove. Vin smiled. Aaron was wearing only jeans, with no shoes and no shirt. Vin, knowing Aaron hadn't seen him yet, quickly wiggled out of his own t-shirt, tossing it aside.
When Aaron finally turned around, he held a frying pan in his hand; Vin hadn't even noticed he wasn't stirring a pot of oatmeal. "I made eggs anyway. You want some?"
Vin nodded. It was like Christmas, only way better because the present he'd just received wasn't socks or underwear. "Thanks."
A moment later, the microwave dinged and then so did the toaster. Aaron grabbed the two slices of bread, placing one on each plate, then removed two bowls from the microwave. He placed one bowl in front of Vin.
"What is this?" Vin asked, surprised and forgetting how rude his question might be.
"Oatmeal," Aaron replied, as if Vin had been kidding. "Quaker Instant. Cinnamon apple flavor."
Cinnamon apple. Vin had never had any such thing in his life. He dipped his spoon into the hot mixture to taste it. But before it was even cool enough to get into his mouth, Aaron set a box of chocolate-frosted donuts next to the bowl. This really was way better than Christmas!
Then Aaron sat down on the stool next to him, placing a hand on his leg and giving a gentle pat. "Vin?" His voice was serious and Vin had to look over at him. "Can you come back tonight, after you get your chores done?"
Vin wasn't sure his foster parents would let him. He had chores to do on Sunday as well. But, Eleanor had told him his studying was important, so he might be able to convince her.
"To study?" Vin asked.
Aaron nodded. "Well, yeah, 'cuz you gotta pass those tests on Monday, right?"
"Not just pass."
"Right. So, I figure, you come back tonight, we study as late as we can, then you can stay over again."
Another night of sex. Vin pondered the idea. He was a bit sore still, and, from all his athletic experience, he knew the aching would probably get worse as the day went on. But, he also knew if he didn't use those same muscles again soon, doing the same sort of activities, he'd start to stiffen up. It was as good of an excuse as any.
"I'll ask," he said.
Aaron then slipped off his bar stool and came to stand behind Vin. He slipped his hands around Vin, hugging him, and then placed his chin lightly on Vin's shoulder. "I'll be more careful tonight," he promised.
Vin smiled, though he knew Aaron couldn't see his expression, so he added a nod. Aaron grabbed his shoulders and swiveled Vin around on the stool, and then stepped forward to stand between his legs. "Can't believe I met someone like you, Vin." Aaron placed a gentle hand on Vin's chest, like he needed the contact — Vin needed it, too — to confirm that this wasn't all some dream. "In a town like this of all places. Thought after we moved away from Dallas I'd never meet anyone worth knowing."
Vin looked up at him, staring into his eyes, like no shade of green he'd ever seen before. He smiled, knowing Aaron would see his expression this time.
Aaron brought his hand up to Vin's face, caressing the side of his mouth with his thumb. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Vin's in a gentle kiss. It was amazing. Vin had never been kissed like that by anyone and now here was Aaron, with his lips pressed firm to Vin's. Then he began to move his mouth, sucking Vin's lip inside, running his tongue over it, and Vin felt encouraged to do the same.
It seemed strange, after everything they'd done last night, that this was the first time they were kissing. Vin knew this wasn't normal for regular relationships, with girls — at least, not from what he'd seen on television — but he wondered if this was how most boys did things.
He couldn't image, though, what would have happened if Aaron had kissed him last night, before he'd done anything else. Would Vin have gotten too scared to have allowed it go any further? Would Aaron have found the opportunity to do anything more to him? But it had all just flowed so naturally, exactly the way it had happened and, realizing that, Vin just stopped wondering as he brought his arms up, wrapping them around Aaron's waist, hugging him close.
~ fade ~
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