It has been an amazing two years servicing the neighborhood hottie. I love everything about Aaron, from his black hair greased with Brylcreem to how his crotch bulges in his tight jeans to his black leather jacket that he wears riding his Triumph motorcycle.
He hasn’t revealed our secret to my friends, who also visit his basement. They have no idea that he has an amazing bush of black hair surrounding his long uncircumcised penis and plump balls. Nor do they know that I am the only one of us who gets to blow him. I visit him every week and suck him until be shoots jizz in my mouth. That’s what Aaron calls cum. I wonder if Bernie, Richie and Frankie, all apparently straight worshippers of Aaron, would be disgusted or envious.
It is a warm summer day and I’ve just graduated from high school. My friends took off for an outing at Franklin Park, but I passed. Feeling horny, my thoughts turn to Aaron’s basement. He works nights at the bowladrome so he’ll be at home.
I anticipate the strong scent of his foreskin as I walk down his basement stairs.
Aaron has removed his sneakers and socks so his feet are splayed on his desk, which is an old door sitting on two 50-gallon oil drums. His feet smell like a pair of sweaty sneakers.
"Hey, Squirt, where are your friends today?” he asks.
“They went to Franklin Park to look for trouble,” I explain. “We usually pick up golf balls on the course and get chased by old duffers before we throw them back. Then we laugh at them.”
“Sounds cool as long as they don’t catch you and beat your asses. So you weren’t in the mood to go?”
“Aaron, I want to spend my birthday with you."
“Damn, Squirt, happy birthday. I didn’t know it was today. How old are you anyway?”
"18.”
"Wish I had a gift for you. Maybe I do have a
gift for you as he fingers the front of his jeans.”
As Aaron lies back in his swivel chair, my hands move to his bulge.
I await his order to unbuckle him, unzip his fly and get his jeans pulled down. But he wants to tell me something first.
“Remember when I ditched Karen and you started sucking my dick to help me out?”
"I do."
"I told you how frustrated I was that Karen wouldn't let me fuck her. I'm not getting any pussy from Josie either. The same
Catholic bullshit. And she's afraid of getting pregnant. Italian girls don’t put out any more than Irish girls."
I’m not sure why Aaron is sharing this stuff about his bitches. Karen is long gone and Josie doesn’t interest me in the slightest.
Yet, I try to show some respect. “I’m sorry they don't let you fuck them,” I say. “Maybe you'll meet a girl someday who will."
"Not gonna happen in this neighborhood, little buddy. I've tried. The girls around here do not fuck.” He emphasizes the “not.”
“Here’s the thing, Squirt. We haven’t talked about how much I love your little ass. So far I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want, but since you turned 18 today, you need to up your game.”
I don’t know what to say. What does he mean by “up my game”? Does he see me as a substitute for Josie?
Without warning he leaps off the desk and forces me to my
knees. “You know what to do,” he says.
I work the button on his jeans, unzip them, then pull them down. Aaron is wearing an old pair of tightey-whiteys that aren’t so white anymore. They smell as if they haven't been washed in a while.
No matter how many times I have sucked his dick, I still get maniacally excited when it flops out of his BVDs. It is long but not especially thick, except for the head that is so large it stretches his foreskin until it’s as thin as lace.
I pull out his cock and smell the strong male fragrance his foreskin emits. My lips grip it.
“Squirt, I’m not going to jizz in there today. You probably can guess where I am going to jizz.”
Aaron has pretty much told me where. I’m not sure I can handle his sticking his 8-inch tool in my little butt, but I decide to see where this will go.
“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach
on the desk,” he commands. “Leave your tighteys on.”
I do exactly as he says. I’m not sure about getting fucked though. His long penis in my tiny hole will hurt like blazes. Yet, I want to trust him.
In just my briefs I lie face down. Aaron climbs on top of me and kisses my neck and the back of my head. This is the first time he has ever shown any affection. He whispers in my ear that he’ll be gentle, not to worry, that my ass is going to love getting filled by his dong.
He rips off my briefs and shreds them. He orders me to put my hands behind my back, then ties my wrists together with the elastic band.
This new wrinkle of domination gives me second thoughts. When I question why I am being tied up, he says “Don’t sweat it. This will make things more interesting. I’ve never hurt you before.”
"Aaron, your dick is really long. It's going to hurt too much. Can I think about it and get back to you later in the week? I’d rather just suck you off today.”
He has no intention of letting me wimp out. “Stop being such a baby. If you ever want to suck my dick again, you need to give up your ass.”
The prospect of never sucking his dick is too sad to contemplate, so I’ll have to man up.
“I’m not going to lie,” he says. It’ll hurt at first, then — trust me — it's going to feel amazing. Wait till my cock hits your pleasure spot. That's the best birthday gift you’ll ever get.”
Aaron massages my cheeks and pulls them apart. He spits on my hole and rubs his finger around the rim.
“Just relax and breathe in deep. Ya know, guys who love dick also love getting fucked. And we know how much you love dick.”
He pushes his hard cock into my tethered hands and rubs it back and forth. "See what your ass does to me."
Aaron pushes his finger an inch into my hole and leaves it there. So far it doesn’t hurt. He grabs my jeans, rolls them into a cylinder and places them under my pelvis so that my butt is raised.
“Fucking you will go smoother if your ass is at a better angle.”
He adds a second finger. As he hits a barrier, he explains about the muscle inside my butt. If I relax and push out, he says, it will let his dick through and the pain will lessen. He is very convincing, although I have to wonder how many men’s asses he has fucked. He seems to be an expert.
I feel his weight on my body as his dick touches my hole. "Relax, breathe, push out. Think of how much you love my dick."
Aaron's cock, fortunately, does not have beer can dimensions, although the head is big. Once that moves inside me, I hope, I’ll be OK with the rest. I think of that as he replaces his fingers with his cock. As he continues pushing two inches inside, it’s not going as hoped for.
"Aaron, it hurts too much. I don’t want to get fucked today. Let’s try another day.”
He plants a kiss on my neck and whispers, “C’mon, Pete, you can handle a little bit of pain. Think about how much you love my dick. I promise the pain will ease up.”
This is the first time in two years that he has ever used my name while having sex with me.
I push my ass into his groin as a signal that he can proceed. In about two minutes, Aaron announces that he is all the way in.
“How does my cock feel up there?” he blurts out enthusiastically.
“It feels like my ass is going to explode,” I say and he laughs. “That’s because you’re a virgin and you are very tight. Now I’m going to fuck you hard and loosen you up.”
Aaron pushes his cock in and out, but slowly at first. It hurts less. I picture his foreskin entering me and sliding back and forth. That’s a hot image.
I’m surprised when almost all of the pain disappears and I feel a combination of things — the joy of letting my hole relax and feeling Aaron inside me, plus this intense wave of pleasure radiating from my butt and through my whole body that I can’t describe.
He sees the rapturous look on my face and smiles. “I knew you would love it.” He continues to drill me and the pleasure intensifies.
After a few more minutes, it happens. His moaning gets louder, his sweat drips onto my back and he shouts, “I’m jizzing in your hole, Pete. Can you feel it stream inside your ass? Who gives a flying fuck about Josie?”
I actually feel his load pump inside me. And something unexpected also happens. I jizzed onto the desk without touching myself.
As I move upright, Aaron sees the white pool and says, “Look at that, Pete? You had a hands-off orgasm. That tells me how much you love my birthday gift.”
I can’t disagree.
“Now I know why guys fuck other guys,” he exclaims. “No chick’s pussy is as tight as yours and no way would she let me jizz inside her.”
Aaron sees his load drip out of my ass. “You should see how my jizz looks seeping out of you, Pete. Next time I’ll take a Polaroid for you.”
As for me, it has been a super birthday. I’m ecstatic that I got talked into losing my cherry and I have a whole new fantasy about Aaron when I jerk off. Plus, he called me by my name for the first time.
Which leads me to thinking: Perhaps I should ask him to take me on his motorcycle to Castle Island for some outdoor sex.
