The guy at the bar (part 2)

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As I drove home my legs were shaking, my heart was racing and all I could think about was Aaron. I tried to think of other things – work, things I had to take care of, bills I had to pay. But no matter what my mind returned to him. His mouth on mine. His tongue playing with mine. His sweet innocence turning into need. Feeling his chest rise and fall more and more rapidly, feeling his heartbeat under my palm.

When I got home I quickly shed my coat and pants and once in my bedroom flopped down on the bed. Normally when I get off I use a lube of some kind, but I knew this time it wouldn’t be necessary. I pulled my underwear off, looking at several precum stains that were left after my encounter with Aaron, and tossed them on the floor. I lay back and closed my eyes, wrapping my hand around my semi-hard cock which immediately began to harden. Imagining the hand wasn’t mine but Aaron’s I began to stroke the shaft slowly, up and down in an easy rhythm. I reached down to tug on my balls that were already pulling up in anticipation of my orgasm.

Within minutes the head of my cock shone with a silky covering of precum and, pulling up from the base of my shaft, squeezed my cock to the tip at which point a large bead of precum burst forth, sliding down the head. Using my index finger I gently scooped the clear fluid onto my finger and brought it to my mouth imagining that it was to Aaron I was feeding or it was his I was tasting. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and sure enough I could feel the buzzing in my balls. One last stroke and I arched my hips off the bed as a surge of my seed pulse out of my cock, landing on my chest. I continued to thrust repeatedly against the tightness of my hand, as if Aaron were getting me off and watching my sperm flow out of me – all for him.

After the last tremors had subsided I bent over and picked up my disgarded underwear and wiped myself off, bringing the cumrag up to my nose to smell the musky sweet scent of my load. I wondered what his load would smell like, taste like, feel like. All I knew is I wanted it on my chest, in my mouth, down my belly and in my hole. I just knew I needed him.

The next morning I was awakened by my text alert. Thinking it was him I jumped up and saw: “So? How did it go?”. It was Jill, my friend from the bank who set this whole thing up. I texted, “Nothing. Totally innocent.” “Yeah right,” came her reply. I decided to talk to her about it and arranged to meet her at the restaurant that night.

“He’s not out to his friends or family,” I started, “and I don’t want to freak him out.” She countered, “I know his family and friends. As their only son he is the apple of their eye. He was the BMOC during High School and loved by all.” Which made me think that that is what he was afraid to lose. As we were talking my text went off again. It was Aaron.

“I gotta take this,” and I walked outside.

“Hey.” I said. “Hey.” “You okay,” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Actually, no.” My heart sank. “I didn’t sleep at all last night. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I jacked off twice thinking that would help.” Well, I thought, at least he jacked off thinking of me. “It didn’t.”

“What can I do? Do you want me to leave you alone?” I asked, swallowing down the fear that was building up.

“I don’t know.” My heart sank. “No. NO!” he said. “I just need to see you. Now.” He sounded lost, desperate. “OK, where do you want me to meet you?”

“Come to my place. My roommate is out.” He gave me the directions. I told Jill I had to go and she didn’t ask any questions.

10 minutes later I pulled up in front of a nice townhouse. Aaron and his roommate occupied apartment 2, so I pressed the button and a few seconds later was walking up the stairs to the second floor.

Before I could even knock the door opened and what I saw almost made me cry. Aaron stood there looking like he hadn’t slept in months. All I could say was, “Oh Aaron,” and I walked in, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. He melted into me, like ice cream melts when chocolate sauce is poured on it – it becomes one. We became one.

“I’m here,” I said, “What can I do?” He just held on, keeping me tight to him and I felt him tremble but I was not sure from crying or fear. He pulled away and looked at me, and I leaned down and kissed him with all the love and tenderness I knew he needed. ‘There,” I whispered, “I’m here.”

“I don’t know why I’m acting this way,” he said. “We just met and I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” My heart leaped. I felt the same way, but I knew we had to take it slow. “Let’s sit down and talk.” We did.

He asked me if I wanted anything to drink, but I declined. We sat on his sofa, not speaking for some time. I looked at him and he at me, and I could see a need in him. A need to say something that he never knew he needed to say. So I sat and waited. He leaned over and kissed me – a soft and gentle kiss, not one of lust but one of need. I kissed him back and look deep into his eyes and said, “I’m here.” Again, he melted into me and I held him to me, feeling his warm, strong body next to mine. I ran my hand up and down his back and his breath calmed.

After a few minutes he looked up at me. I bent down to kiss him.

Without saying anything more he stood up and took my hand. We started walking and ended up going into his bedroom which was light and bright. His bed was unmade and actually a mess. As we stood there I asked again, “What can I do?” He half-smiled and walked around the bed to straighten things up, then came back and sat down with me on it. “I’ve never shared my bed with anyone,” he whispered. “Anyone?” I asked.

We had talked about his past being the BMOC during High School. He had a girlfriend and he and his buds had fun doing a circle jerk. He said when his girlfriend made a move on him she panicked when she saw his semi-erect cock, but that he was becayse he was only partially hard because he was thinking of one of his fellow players on the football team.

I laid back on the pillows and pulled him down on top of me.

“It’s okay,” I told him as I stroked his face. He started to cry and I kissed his tears. “No baby, please don’t cry,” I implored. He looked at me and, for the first time, he smiled. “No ones ever called me ‘baby’ before,” he said. “Well, you are my baby and I will take care of you in any way I can. That I promise you,” I said.

He laid his full weight on me and I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. A few minutes later I could tell he had fallen asleep. In my arms. In my love. In my protection. And unless the end of the world was upon us I would not move come hell or high water.