Home Ain't Where His Hard Is Anymore

Aaron let out a sigh. a shudder shook the upper half of his body. His brain was numb, unable to function rationally. He felt the rough callused hand scrape across his stomach. Where was his shirt? A wet tongue stroked across a tingling nipple. Another shudder rocked Aaron. This wasn't happening. It wasn't possible. But it was. It was happening -- because he was letting it happen. He rolled his head to the right and focused, bringing into clear view the burly form that crouched beside him. Who? Oh, yes. Aaron closed his eyes, tried to concentrate, reconstruct his journey. A hand, a heavy, insistent hand, shoved in under the waistband of his jeans. He shrunk away from the touch -- or to give the searcher access. A low moaning cry leaked from between Aaron's lips. He felt that hand grope and enclose his penis in its. grasp. His belly went taunt. He felt the quickening of his flesh from the rough squeezing and tugging.

Aaron felt his jeans slide. Sam was standing at the foot of the bed, pulling the legs down over Aaron's bare feet. Sam sniffed, wrinkled his upper lip. He dropped one denim leg and swiped his nose with the back of his hand. Licking the middle hairs of his mustache, staring intently at Aaron, Sam reapplied himself. After one final tug he tossed the jeans on the floor. Aaron could not move, didn't want to move, was afraid to move. He shivered as he watched Sam lean onto the bed between his legs.

Sam wasn't looking at Aaron's face. Wasn't aware of Aaron's anxiety. Sam was zeroed in on only one thing. He saw only the stiff curved erection that lifted from Aaron's groin inviting his attention. Sam's tongue reached out and flicked across the crown of Aaron's manly glory. Aaron's cock jumped and quivered growing even stiffer. Sam moved closer, licked slowly down the underside, back up. He held Aaron firmly in his tough skinned grip and lightly kissed that bulb of flesh. Aaron's hips jerked. Aaron moaned louder than before. Aaron clamped his teeth firmly on his pointer finger. He wanted to yell for Sam to stop. Wanted to draw away, curl up, kick out wildly. He wanted to. But he didn't. He knew what Samuel was going to do. Finally. Now he would know.

The hot mouth closed tightly over Aaron's dick head. The rough hands shoved under him and grasp firmly on the white orbs of Aaron's ass cheeks. Aaron's total body shivered and then grew rigid as Sam lowered his head, sucking. He slid Aaron's hot prick deep into his mouth. Sam tensed his arms and tugged, shoving Aaron up until his lips kissed against Aaron's soft brown curly cock hairs. Sam sucked hard as he pulled Aaron into him. Aaron shoved back, weakly, trying reluctantly to stop Sam.

Sam grunted. He let Aaron's resistance lift his head but only so far. When his mouth was once again clasped only on Aaron's dick head he shook his head. Aaron moaned feeling the suction and the tracing of Sam's tongue around and then over that flesh, his currently most sensitive flesh. Aaron shuddered again. Sam's head moved. His lips rode softly, around and around, tugging, tingling on Aaron's cock. Aaron's mouth was dry. He found himself responding, thrusting up as Sam's arms hugged him tight again. Those lips were devouring his manhood. They felt soft, warm and wonderful. A low groan slipped out as he felt himself slide totally in. His lips were pinched between his teeth. As he felt his cock pass a barrier and Sam swallowed his mouth flew open. Hot air was racing in and out as he trembled.

"A-a-a-ug! Yes! O-o-o-o-h, DAMN!" Aaron's groaning became distinct.

Aaron thrashed, pumping his hips in tempo to Sam's bobbing, sucking head. Sam grew still. Once more his lips rested just over the crown of Aaron's now thrusting, eager organ. His tongue teased. Aaron squirmed and whimpered. Aaron's arms no longer tried to shove Sam away. Now his hands were resting atop Sam's head. They pushed insistently, wanting Sam to continue. Aaron heard Sam chuckle. He felt the cool air as Sam lifted his head, smiled at Aaron -- and winked. It was a sly, evil and sexy wink.

When Sam's lips next touched Aaron they were on his belly. Slowly, licking and kissing, they traveled up Aaron's body. Sam's hands now pined Aaron's arms at his sides. Aaron began to struggle again, to resist what he did not know or understand. Sam lifted Aaron's arms, held tight in his grip, and lowered them overhead. He left off his slow accent and looking Aaron in the face lunged, pressing his lips on Aaron's before he could move his head.

Aaron resisted. No, not that, never. He fought, trying to jerk his head, twisting from side to side. He broke the initial contact. Yet, when their lips met in passing, Sam was now gentle, tentative, light -- but still insistent. Slowly the struggle between them became a passionate straining of body against body, hard flesh rubbing on hard flesh. Their cocks dueled as their lips progressed from swiping passes to deep penetrating joining.

This time when Sam lifted up to hover over Aaron a look of wonder and amazement filled Aaron's face. He let Sam shift position. Sam's legs now pinned Aaron's arms on the bed. With another knowing wink Sam thrust his own surging manhood into Aaron's face.

Aaron couldn't believe it but he stuck out his tongue and licked across the tip, tasting, testing. He watched as the slit in the middle of Sam's cock head, miniature sideways lips, seemed to open and let a shimmery drop of man honey bubble out. Aaron leaned his head forward and stuck out his tongue again. This time he knew what he wanted to know. It tasted sweet but salty, and was instantly replaced by a new and larger drop. Before he could move it rolled down and trickled off the end of Sam's dick. But it didn't just fall like a rain drop. It stayed attached and stretched, a bauble on the end of a silk thread that grew thinner and thinner as it fell. Without thinking Aaron lunged and captured it with his tongue. Sam chuckled. He took his cock in his hand and slowly milked it. Aaron looked up and Sam winked at him again and nodded.

Aaron kissed those little wet lips. As they began to drool again he let his lips suck the juice. Sam edged forward. Aaron found himself with his lips tight around the head of another man's penis and loving it. He sucked. He shook his head, back and forth, up and down, sucking and licking. Sam groaned. He ran his fingers through Aaron's hair. He whispered, telling Aaron how good it felt, how great a cock sucker he was. While he was talking Sam reached behind and fondled Aaron's prick. Sam licked his fingers and ran their rough wetness up and down and around it. Every stroke made Aaron bolder in his first effort at eating man meat. With amazement he felt Sam's tool get harder and swell even larger as he sucked and tongue washed it.

Sam backed away. Aaron grunted, "No!"

"To close, baby," sighed Sam as he slid down and rolled off. Somehow he never lost his grip on Aaron's cock. Now he started manipulating it with a steady sensual stroking. Aaron gasped. His hips started trusting again. He reached down and took hold of Sam and started returning the favor. This move he did know. Jacking off a dick was jacking off a dick whether it was yours or someone else's. Side by side they lay looking into each other's eyes, hands holding tight and pounding. Aaron saw Sam's lips begin to quiver. Then Sam gasped, "Oh, fuck! Oh, damn!" Aaron lifted up to watch. As he moved he felt his own climax starting deep in his gut and racing for his balls.

"Gonna cum," Aaron muttered.

Sam spit out a loud "Damn!". He continued, repeating the curse over and over as his dick and the rest of his body went stiff. The first spurt shot high falling back just below Aaron's chin.

With that Aaron erupted too, yelling an unintelligible "Agguuuuh" as cum splattered wildly from the two of them. It was totally different than with Debbie or when he masturbated. It was intense, seeming to last forever. Cum continued to gush. His dick and balls ached, wanting to do even more.

Aaron lay snuggled in Sam's arms. Spent, shook, afraid to move or speak. The normal post sex euphoria was there but not the calm. His mind was whirling. What the hell had he done?

o o o

It started just a month ago. Driving home early one Friday Aaron stopped at a beach overlook. He'd seen this sun bleached blond cross the highway and just turned into the lot following those tattered cut offs. When he turned off the engine and got out he wasn't even sure why. He just wanted to relax, feel the sand between his toes he rationalized. Taking off his shoes and socks and rolling up his pant legs he went down to the beach. There were no girls. Aaron knew there wouldn't be any. He knew were he was but pretended to himself he didn't. He'd slowed down going by before just never stopped.

That night Aaron was rough. He attacked Debbie. Except for the fact they were married and she was willing, it would have been classified as a rape. He knew after it was over he hadn't satisfied her. He also knew he had been trying to prove something, establish his manliness.

Over lunch Aaron kept feeling Debbie looking at him, questioning. He snapped at her. "What?" She wanted to know what was the matter. He glowered at her. "Nothing," he said, slamming his fork on the table. He left his meal unfinished.

When he cam back from running on the beach he lied about some problems at work, apologized for being such a shit and taking it out on her.

Things didn't get better. Aaron took to stopping at that beach every day and getting home later and later. Not getting out of the car every time. But not just driving on by. After two weeks he took a different route home. Found himself driving by the Pink Cowboy. How did he know where it was? He didn't remember. But he did know. On Wednesday he pulled into the parking lot. Thursday he got out, walked in and turned right around and walked out. Friday . . . that's today, Aaron reminded himself . . . he stayed.

He'd taken off his suit and changed into jeans before leaving work. He'd seen on Thursday that the Pink Cowboy was a casual dress place even for the after work crowd. He wasn't going to stay, just have a beer, find out just what kind of guys those guys were. Somehow this rough but very personable guy started chatting him up and he responded. Sam was a local carpenter. He sure as hell didn't look or act queer. Aaron ended up leaving the Pink Cowboy with Sam, agreeing to stop over for a home brewed beer, nothing more. But, Aaron knew, even as he got up to follow Sam, that beer wasn't what Sam had in mind. He'd ended up here, in Sam's bed, covered with cum and snuggling in another guy's arms. Shit! What the hell had he done?

o o o

Aaron began to shake. Suddenly the cold hard facts of what he had done, let be done to him, started raising all kinds of questions. Was what they had done safe? Who really was Sam? He didn't know anything about this guy, except how he looked, how he looked naked, how he looked sexually aroused. Quick recall memories made Aaron shudder. Fear. Desire. What's the rules for disengagement? Do you just get up, get dressed and leave? Had he been any good? Did he want this to ever happen again? That was the only one he already knew the answer to. Damn it! Yes, he did want this, or something like it or more, to happen again.

All weekend and at work Monday Aaron felt everyone was looking at him. Somehow he knew he was different now and that everyone knew. And Debbie. He'd tried Friday. He'd tried Saturday. He couldn't get intimate. He felt dirty and unworthy and at the same time distant and uninterested in the problem.

Monday he admitted to himself he wanted to return to the Pink Cowboy. He wanted that more than he wanted to go home to Debbie. He told her he had to stay at work on a special assignment. She blew up. Accused him of seeing another woman. He broke down and laughed hysterically, called her paranoid and hung up.

She called right back. "Either you come home on time or don't expect to find me here when you do."

Aaron roared out of the parking lot heading for home. Tears began to run. His heart ached. He was torn, tortured. Like a moth to a flame he turned onto the road past the Pink Cowboy. His foot hit the break and he skidded to a stop half a block away.

Inside Aaron fended off passes, hands rubbing across his neck, squeezing on his rear. He sat alone nursing his drink. Why? Get up and go home, stupid.

"Not your scene is it." A well modulated voice, familiar.

Harlen from sales. They drank in silence. Aaron kept sneaking looks out of the corner of his eye. Harlen? Top salesman. Not handsome, pleasant, well liked Harlen. This guy was co-captain of the company's team in the city softball league. What the hell is he doing here? What the hell am I doing here? Obviously the same thing. Looking for someone, something. Harlen? Aaron reached out and touched Harlen lightly on the arm. Harlen set his drink back on the bar.

"You come here often?"

"Not my usual scene, either, Aaron. Actually just wanted a drink real badly, and figured this was a better place for a guy to cry in his beer." Harlen's voice trailed off. He downed his drink, caught the bartender's eye and signaled for another.

Acting on instinct Aaron laid an arm across Harlen's shoulder and hugged him. "Problems, ol' man? Care to talk about it. I'm a good listener."

Harlen admitted he had been unlucky in love one more time. "What's wrong with me? I've got so much love to give. Just can't, don't make the right connections. Know what I mean?"

Aaron suddenly felt warm. A surge of desire for Harlen filled him. He wanted to prove something -- to himself, to Harlen. He was sure he knew what Harlen needed, even though he had no experience in giving to another man. A picture of Samuel flashed. That had been Sam taking. But now Aaron wanted to give, love and be loved in ways he finally knew he had always wanted.

They tumbled together in the middle of Harlen's bed. Searching, seeking, finding each other's secret sensual touch points.

Harlen quickly figured that Aaron needed just as much as he did, just in a different way. "Let me teach you."

He guided Aaron, spread himself as and offering and explained. Aaron grinned. "Hell, Harl, I know how to fuck. Remember, I'm married -- for now"

They coupled. It was wild, grunting, legs tossing and finally totally uninhibited sex. When it was over Aaron looked down at Harlen and grinned. "Now there's got to be more to it than that. Come on, super salesman, show me."

Harlen led Aaron to the shower. They toweled each other off. Harlen led Aaron back into the bedroom. "Just lie down and relax. I'll show you what a real man fuck is all about."

He started with basics. Lips locked with lips, groin grinding on groin. Then Harlen started Aaron's real education. He slowly transferred his oral attention to Aaron's ears, his nose, under his chin. He moved Aaron's arms and attacked under them, moving to suck and lick across his chest, back to trace up and down his arms, his fingers, back to his chest to nuzzle and suckle on two virgin nipples. Aaron went wild. He'd never felt so sensual and sexy.

"See what I mean?"

"More! Teach me more, Harl. Please?"

Harlen tongue fucked Aaron's navel, his ears, licked and kissed ever inch of his body, except. He kept working around Aaron's cock. Aaron kept moaning and eventually reached, wanting to relieve the pressure himself. Harlen wouldn't let him. Went back up and nibbled on a nipple and then started tongue washing Aaron's legs. First there were the thighs, then under the knees, then feet, toes, back to the inner thighs. Aaron was thrashing around on the bed like a fish out of water, grunting, moaning, cussing and praising Harlen in the same breath.

"Christ, I can't take much more. Never, fucking never, have I felt like this before."

"Just the beginning, lover. Just the beginning."

"Im-fucking-possible!"

"Ready to be fucked?"

"Just be gentle. But, damn it, do it!"

With that approval Harlen zeroed in on Aaron's dick. He sucked it. He licked it. He spread his companion and nuzzled in to lick up and down on the shaft. Each time he went farther down to moisten Aaron's hot thumping balls. Then he was sucking them too. He tugged them with his lips, his teeth. He used a hand to hold Aaron's cock erect and his mouth to tighten the strain on Aaron's jewels. Suddenly he was under those aching orbs, licking. With both hands he lifted Aaron's knees toward his chest. Harlen's attention was now on the exposed and virgin backside before him. He licked from under Aaron's ballsack down into the cleft and through it. Using pressure on Aaron's legs he spread the white butt cheeks and licked again, deeper. When his tongue flicked across that small tight opening, Aaron let out a yelp.

"Damn. Oh, damn. That's it. More, Harlen. I want more!"

Harlen had no intention of stopping. There was a lot more he wanted to give to his new partner. What he wanted to do, he did. His face was soon locked between those fleshy buns, tongue licking, mouth sucking, teeth nibbling, chewing, showing Aaron just exactly what the expression eating ass meant.

The harder Harlen worked, the louder Aaron begged for more. This was two very happy guys thrashing around on that bed. Soon Harlen let a hand get into play, with one finger joining his trusting tongue. When Aaron slick wet butt hole accepted it's first intruder they both grunted with satisfaction.

From there things just progressed naturally. Aaron was so eager for what was coming he forgot to be afraid. Harlen was slow, deliberate and gentle. He talked softly and stroked and petted Aaron through a second finger. A third. He give Aaron a good fifteen minutes of wrist twisting, finger spreading preparation. When he slowed down to use his free hand and roll on the rubber Aaron told him where and just how deep he could stick that latex covered rod.

Harlen eased in at first. But Aaron wasn't having any 'inch by inch get use to it and the pain' fuck. He made it clear what he wanted was one horrific stab. "Do it, cram it in and get it over with at once, lover."

It was the use of that term on endearment that sent Harlen over the edge. He couldn't refuse. He was to the point he was in desperate need himself. With a plea to Aaron to not hate him and a reminder that this was what he just said he wanted he did it. Harlen shoved Aaron's legs wider and higher aligning that man pussy with his ready gut stabber and shoved, quick, hard and deep.

Aaron screamed. Harlen groaned. Without any will Harlen's hips jerked as his thighs smacked into Aaron's buttocks. Aaron purred. Harlen's hips moved again. Aaron let out a low moan of pleasure and then sighed. "Yessssssss."

Together, joined, they eased back and merged together again. Harlen could barely control his body's natural animal instincts. Then he realized what Aaron had said and was continuing to say every time they smacked together. Whatever instant pain had been superseded by tingling, lusty feelings of pleasure. Aaron was bucking under him, straining to eat his cock with that tight hole. This knowledge turned Harlen loose to rut like a dog in heat. They fucked, heartily, heavily, vocally. Both bodies were eager to merge as totally as possible.

Every move of Harlen's hard shaft within Aaron sent waves of utter impossible delight throughout his entire body. His hair was on fire. His fingers tingled. His skin was flush and burning. His cock felt twice as large as it had ever felt. His balls were so full he knew that when he exploded he would reach the ceiling. Each time the jointly worked Harlen's dick to the deepest point Aaron knew he was one step closer to the most magnificent cum of his life.

They sweated. They strained. They fucked faster, harder, faster, harder. Aaron's body relaxed. All his new feelings and desires consolidated into one tight ball in the middle and raced for release. Raced right to his ass and then up that shaft and out. It blew out into the open. He was shouting, cumming, splattering on Harlen and all over himself. With every pulse of the ejaculation Aaron's sphincter clinched tight. The total grasping massage it gave was all it took for Harlen. He shoved, shouted and lifted Aaron's rear a good foot off the bed as he blasted into the tip of the condom deep inside Aaron.

Aaron's legs flew wide. Harlen crashed on top of him with a splat. The were grinning, laughing, panting. In slow motion Harlen rolled to the side. His spent member eased out with a wet plop. He held Aaron tightly.

Aaron was beaming, radiant, happy. He snuggled against Harlen's chest. This was the start. Aaron felt complete. He had taken. He had given.

The future stretched far into the distance. Promising.