Aaron Smith's Life Adventures

The rest of the semester was awkward for me. I agreed to talk to Jerry after class a few days after our failed movie marathon. He apologized for kicking me out of the shower, but then he defended his actions by telling me how in love he’d been with Roger since he first saw him. I tried to understand, but I was hurt. If he’d just been a weekend fuck, maybe I could have walked away with no scratches. I was even more turned off when he told me how Roger admitted to being gay, at least to him, and professed his love. I had my doubts, but I wished him luck and avoided him for the rest of the school term.

When I wasn’t in class, I buried myself in my room by overstudying. While it did help me with my GPA, my social life was non-existent. When Christmas break arrived, my mother wanted me to apply for a job at the local Dollar General. My dad wanted me to rest. I sided with my dad, and on a Tuesday morning, I headed to his office to get some cash. I scanned the office for Jordan as I made my way to the room with my dad’s name on the door. I did that every time I went to my father’s office. Just thinking about seeing Jordan gave me a pit in my stomach, but I never saw him. I left with forty dollars and a promise to have fun.

I drove to the Cinemark and decided to see the latest superhero movie. I wasn’t really into them, but I figured it’d be action-packed. I went to the concession stand to get the usual over-priced popcorn and drink when I noticed a guy on the nerdy side who kept glancing my way. I honestly turned to see what he was looking at, and when I saw nothing there, I turned back around to look at him.

His cheeks became flushed, and I knew that he’d been looking at me. I took a deep breath of air and walked over to him. He paid for his M&Ms and then looked at me with just a glint of fear in his eyes.

“First time at the movies?” I asked.

“Huh?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

I whispered back. “Or is this the first time you’ve scoped out another dude and he actually came up to talk to you?”

“I wasn’t.” Still a whisper, slight panic.

“Oh. I was hoping you were.” I smiled at him. I saw beads of sweat form on his brow. “You want to sit in the back with me?” I couldn’t believe I was that bold with someone I’d just seen. “I’m Aaron.”

He didn’t answer right away, but then he said, “Mitch. And it’s not short for Mitchell.”

I smiled. He was nervous, but then so was I. “Then I’ll just call you Mitch. Should we get in line?”

He nodded. “Sure. What movie are you here for?”

“The same one you’re here for,” I replied.

“But you don’t know which one I’m here for,” he said as if confused.

“Because it doesn’t matter because you’ll be sitting next to me, right?”

His eyes opened a little wider as he understood what I had just said.

“You do want me to sit next to you, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded. “You said your name is Aaron, right.”

“That’s right.”

Mitch looked around to make sure no one was within listening range. “Is this a date?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied. “I didn’t ask you out, and you didn’t ask me out.”

“Oh.” He seemed disappointed.

I chuckled a little and leaned closer to his ear. “I’ll still let you hold my…um…” I paused for effect, “hand.”

His eyes studied mine for a good thirty seconds then he smiled slightly at the edges of his mouth. “I’ll share my M&Ms with you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are they the kind with nuts?”

He didn’t blink. “I guess you’ll need to reach in and find out.”

I smiled. He was gaining confidence, and my dick was gaining stiffness. I hoped the theater would be dark enough for me to lay a kiss on those thick lips of his. Slightly larger than average, I knew they were soft. “Let’s get in line.”

“Right behind you.” I heard a soft giggle.

We walked to screen six, and he must not have been impressed with the view of my ass because, after three steps, he was walking next to me. I had two inches of height on him, but we were nearly the same size. The difference was possibly in our choice of shoes. He was in sandals. That gave me a good look at his feet. They were clean and well-manicured. Once inside the swinging doors of the auditorium for screen six, we were out of view. and I grabbed his hand, and moved quickly in front of him. I pressed my lips to his.

He emitted a tiny “Oh” in surprise and then began to kiss me back. Our tongues had begun to push together when the sound of the pre-movie advertisements abruptly interrupted us.

“Let’s go inside and find a place,” I said in a low voice.

I felt him squeeze my hand in response, and without letting go of his hand, I headed forward and toward the bottom of the stairs. I scanned the top row, and as the theater was empty, I pulled him along. The darkest area was at the side, not the best for watching the movie, but the movie was a distant second on my to-do list. I thought I heard him giggle as I moved into the seat on the end and raised the armrest separating the two chairs.

“I haven’t had any practice with kissing,” he said after we were seated.

“Really?” I replied. “You were pretty good at it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Here, let me test you.” I grabbed his head and kissed him again. He kissed me back almost immediately. I was no expert, but I knew what I liked, and I liked it. As I kissed him, I slipped my hand under his t-shirt. I was surprised to find a hairy treasure trail and an even hairier chest waiting for my fingers. I felt his body twitch as I discovered his nipple. Mitch’s nipple hardened as I rubbed back and forth.

With his nipple stimulated, Mitch began to kiss me with more fervor. I wanted to scream “yeah” when he licked my chin. It sent chills all over my body, but I knew I had to keep quiet. A sudden banging of the entry doors gave us both a start, and we simultaneously released the other and sat back in our seats with the most sincere looks of innocence that we could muster.

A couple of young teens with overly loud voices came in and chose seats closer to the front. I reached over and rubbed Mitch’s inner thigh as they chattered away. The screen continued to show slides of various businesses in town. Mitch grabbed my hand and moved it up to his crotch. He pushed himself against the palm of my hand. I could feel his hardness and estimated an average-sized penis, perfect for sucking if the opportunity should arise.

The lights dimmed, and the previews began. The sound was much too loud, but I took it to be the perfect opportunity. “Keep a lookout,” I said to Mitch, and I moved onto my knees between his legs. I opened his shorts to find six inches of hard cock pointing at my nose. I licked up the shaft and could hear a sudden intake of air by the owner of that rigid piece of meat.

Sliding his dick into my mouth and gripping tightly with my lips, I worked the bottom of his shaft with my tongue. I could sense his erection pulsing, and I forced it against the roof of my mouth so I could apply more of my tongue’s pressure against it. I had only been having fun for about thirty seconds when he shuddered and emptied his load. His cum tasted better than mine, and I savored it before I swallowed it. I moved back, and Mitch pulled his underwear back over his dick and zipped up his pants.

Returning to my place next to him, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. He turned to me. In the light of the screen, I could tell his face seemed unhappy. “I’m sorry,” he said to me. I realized I’d misread his look. He was embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” I said into his ear. “I liked it. I enjoyed it. Did you?”

“Of course, I did. I just didn’t mean to finish so soon.” He looked back at the screen.

“Who says you're finished?” He turned back to look at me, and I kissed him. I saw him smile.

“Do you think that after the movie you’d like to get something to eat and maybe come to my house?”

“That would be a date,” I said. “And I’d love to.”

He reached over for my hand, and I felt a little tingle as he moved his fingers over it before wrapping his fingers around my index finger and holding it. We stayed that way for the entire movie. I fed him a few pieces of popcorn every few minutes with my free hand, and we shared my soda. I felt calm and satisfied as the movie played out, and when the film was over, I wanted to hold his hand as we walked out of the theater. I could tell he wasn’t comfortable with that, so we stepped out into the bright sunlight as two guys who’d just seen a silly movie.

Mitch had an old Mercury Tracer with a bright yellow ‘Don’t Tread On Me’ bumper sticker on the back, so it was easy to follow him. We drove a few blocks, and he pulled into a Long John Silver’s. I parked next to him, and he practically ran up to me as I opened the door. “I didn’t even ask you where you wanted to go. I love the fish here, and I rarely get to eat here.”

“This is fine. To be honest with you, I love the fish, too. That crunch of the coating is amazing, and it makes me horny.” I gave him a smirk.

“I thought I made you horny.” He looked down at the ground.

“No,” I said. “You make me hornier.” I saw him bite his lower lip as he considered what to say next.

“I’m buying your lunch. No arguments.”

“That’s fine,” I replied. “And next time, I’ll buy yours.” I was smiling at that point. I already knew there’d be a next time.

Mitch picked up on it as well. He mouthed the words “next time” and grinned at me.

Only one person was in the line ahead of us; I tried to convince myself that I only wanted two pieces of fish. Three would be too many, but that's what I wanted. When it came time to order, I opted for two pieces with no fries. As we sat with our meals, I said, “I love the malt vinegar.”

“But it loses the crunch when you put the vinegar on it.”

“Not if you do it this way,” I told him. I bit a piece from the small end of my fish, and as I chewed it, I put several drops of the vinegar on the fish only. I let it soak in as I finished chewing. “Now, you only bite a small amount so you get the part that’s got the vinegar. The mistake is putting too much vinegar in at once. It tastes really good that way, but you lose the crunch.”

As we ate, I discovered that Mitch was in pre-law at an out-of-state university. He said that he was interested in corporate law, but as I listened to him, it seemed his father was more interested in his becoming a corporate lawyer than he was. He listened intently as I told him about my interest in cyber-security, and by the conclusion of the meal, we had agreed to head to his house to relax in his pool (he offered me the use of his spare swimming trunks).

I again found it easy to follow his grey car with the bright yellow bumper sticker as we drove to his place. When we turned down Pleasant Valley Boulevard, I realized that I’d never been in that area. The houses in this part of town were massive structures; the kids that lived in them went to private school so I didn’t know anyone from this side of town. I began to wonder if Mitch lived here. He didn’t seem to be one of the snooty people I always imagined lived in houses like this.

The grey Tracer turned into a driveway with an oversized gate that seemed to magically open as he approached it. I followed him through. I’d never seen grass as green, and it was on both sides of the road. We went through an archway of trees, and then one of the largest houses I’ve ever seen came into view. We drove to the side where another building with six garage doors stood. One of the doors opened, and Mitch pulled his car inside. He got out and pointed to the spot next to the door. I parked there and got out. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I remained silent as I walked up to him.

As I neared him, he asked, “You do like me, don’t you Aaron?”

“Yeah, Mitch,” I nodded. “I do. That’s why I agreed to have lunch with you and get to know you better.”

“And even if I just work here keeping up the pool and the flower beds, would you still like me?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“And if that car isn't mine? If I had to borrow it for my day off?”

I moved closer to him; he looked away. I pressed my body against his and nibbled on his ear. “I like you because of you. I hardly know you, but I want to know you better. I like the way I feel when you touch my hand. I love the feel of your lips when they kiss me. I like the way you taste.” I stood against him without saying more. His temple pressed against mine.

Mitch move his hand into the small of my back and rubbed slightly. I let out a small moan.

“You know, Mitch,” I said. “It’s OK if we’re not supposed to be in the pool. I don’t want to get you in trouble. And if you live in a little gardener’s shack in the back, it’s OK with me.”

“Come on,” he said, and he led me into the garage and down some stairs to two halls that became brightly lit as we neared it. “The pool house is this way.” He led, and I followed. We went back up some stairs and into something that resembled a one-room apartment. “This is the guest room; it’s attached to the pool house. We can go over there and change into bathing suits.”

“You’re sure this is OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he replied. The tinge of nervousness in his voice worried me. “Besides, I want to get you in some Speedos so I can look at your bulge inconspicuously.”

I put my hand up to the side of his head. “You don’t need to be inconspicuous,” I said. I pushed down my shorts and underwear and revealed to him my flaccid penis. I slipped my t-shirt over my head. My dick had already begun to fill out. “You can look at it conspicuously any time you want.”

His eyes examined my crotch and then moved up to lock with my eyes. “Can I suck it?”

“Oh, baby, you can do anything you want,” I said.

Mitch dropped to his knees and wrapped his hand around my member causing it to thicken even more rapidly. “Oh, fuck.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He looked up at me and smiled before moving closer and running his tongue over the head with such gentleness that I grunted because I wanted more.

When his supple lips finally wrapped themselves around the tip of my shaft, I almost lost balance. The blood in my brain must have shifted down to my dick in response and left me lightheaded and dizzy. Mitch noticed my swaying and released me. He stood and pulled me over to the bed on the other side of the room. He drew the covers down and then stripped his clothing.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His broad shoulders and hairy chest had been hidden by the loose-fitting shirt. I’d experienced his erection in the movie theater, but now I could see him clearly, and his perfect six-inch penis was accompanied by a loose sac that allowed his balls to sway just slightly. I reached for them and allowed them to rest against my fingertips. “Every part of you is so sexy,” I said.

He gave a slight, pleasurable laugh and pushed me onto the bed. “In the middle,” he directed as he moved onto all fours and kissed me. His kisses excited me and at the same time, they were taunting and teasing. I wanted more, more kisses, more of him. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth; I felt his tongue brush across it before he let it go. A trail of kisses began at my chin and led down to my still throbbing hardness. I closed my eyes as his wet mouth moved over my rod.

Mitch was able to take about three-fourths of my penis into his mouth. He didn’t try to force more, and I enjoyed the feeling of him moving up and down the shaft. I felt myself get closer, and I resisted the urge. He must have sensed a change in me because he released me and slid up next to me. “Aaron,” he said softly into my ear. The way he said it made me shiver with excitement. With his chin on my shoulder, he used his index finger to turn my head toward his. “I want to feel your dick inside me.”

I tilted up and toward him as I pressed my lips to his. Without answering, I rolled on top of him and pressed our groins together. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure. I want you to do me.” He paused for a moment and then his hands grabbed my ass cheeks. “I need you to do me.”

I moved onto my knees and pushed his legs up. He instinctively grabbed them and held them to give me better access to his hole. Using saliva, I got his pucker wet; my finger slipped in easily. Mitch moaned with each of my movements. Spreading my precum over the head of my cock, I angled it against him and pushed ever so slightly.

He sucked air into his lungs as my dick popped into him. A smile formed on his face. I began to gently fuck him as my lips found his. “I want all of you inside me,” he moaned. I sensed that he was pulling his legs farther apart to allow me greater access. My pubic bone was contacting his taint with each forward thrust. I lifted my head slightly and locked my gaze with his. Without words, his eyes told me how much he wanted me and enjoyed having my member inside him. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, occasionally making little squeaking sounds.

My brain was telling me to pound him, to pull back and thrust into him with all my might until I violently dumped my seed into him.

But my heart was telling me to continue the slow, even pace of caring, and my heart won the argument. The friction of our skin drove my ecstasy meters into the red, and Mitch began to moan ‘yes’ and ‘keep going’ and ‘don’t stop.’ I wanted to make him happy. The urge to release continued to build. I fought against it as the body beneath me continued to moan and tilt upwards to meet my entry.

At the point at which I could no longer hold back, my cum blasted forth from my cock. I had never experienced an ejaculation that forceful. I pushed against Mitch six times as I released every drop of fluid that I possessed. I was out of breath and panting like a dog. Mitch pulled me down onto him, and I rested my complete weight on him.

Except for breathing, we were motionless, and after several minutes, my dick slipped out of his ass. I rolled onto my back and pulled him with me. After adjusting his body so that his head rested in the center of my chest, I snuggled him closer to me. I thought back to my expectations for the day, a day that wasn’t over, and what had come to pass.

I felt happy inside, a feeling I hadn’t had in quite a while. Maybe it was the result of a wonderful sexual release, but as I hugged Mitch, I sensed it was more than that. I wondered whether the reason was Mitch himself.