An Instant Attraction

From Part 1

Aaron looked down at me. “I’m going to miss you. You gave a great blowjob. And Chip liked you.”

“I get his liver,” said Matilda.

“That’s not fair,” said Dennis. “Mom, tell her she has to share.”

“It’s totally fair. You said he was going to be my boyfriend, not Aaron’s.”

“Children, stop it. Now, Aaron, get off of him, and somebody, bring me the hammer.”

“The hammer’s right here, Mother,” said Dennis.

The woman took it and brought it over my head. I struggled to get loose. Just as she moved it down, my left hand slipped out of the rope. I tried to grab the hammer from her hand. Aaron climbed back on me to hold me down. His hands pushed down on my chest.

“Ethan, stop struggling.  It’ll be easier for you.”

I pushed at him will all my might, and even with my right hand still trapped, I managed to sit up.

The room was dark. Aaron was asleep with his arm over my chest. My heart was beating rapidly. I tried to put my hand to my forehead, but Aaron had rolled onto it. “Shit.”

Aaron moved his legs and murmured something. His flaccid penis pressed into my thigh.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d never fallen asleep feeling happier than I had been in a long time, and I dreamed about being the victim of cannibalism. Unless it wasn’t a dream. Was it a premonition? I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead with my free hand. I sensed Aaron lifting his head, and I looked over at him.

A dim light had begun to filter into the room. Was the sun coming up already? The room seemed strange in the light; long shadowy shapes formed and moved.

“Are you alright?” Aaron whispered. His early morning gravelly voice made me shiver.

“Are you going to eat me, Aaron?”

He did a quiet laugh as he moved between my legs and lifted my ass into the air.

“Yum. Yum,” he said and then he licked my ass crack.

I’d watch videos where that was done, and the recipient always squealed with glee. Now I knew why. “Oh, yeah, Aaron, that’s incredible. Don’t stop.” His tongue probed my hole. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. I reached up to grab my dick. It was hard and oozing precum. I fingered my scrotum, and it was wet with saliva. I couldn’t control my eyes. They crossed and rolled up into my head. At that point, Aaron began to fuck me with his fingers. He must have studied anal anatomy because he went straight for my plum. My cock pulsed as he pushed against it.

But then, he pulled back his fingers and lowered me to the bed. He changed positions and I felt the pressure again at my hole. I took a breath as his dick penetrated me. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the sensation of his sliding into me was warm, tingly, and satisfying. He continued to apply pressure until I felt his thighs contact the backs of my legs.

There was more light in the room, and I saw him look down at me. “You’re perfect,” he said and he began to move slowly back and forth. My dick throbbed with each thrust, and I pulsed pre-cum as he moved over my prostate. I reached for my cock, and he stopped me. “Not yet.”

The desire to jerk my dick intensified with each slow, deep penetration. He bent his head forward to kiss me. I pulled his tongue into my mouth, and he began to bang into me with more force. His abs began to rub against my cock. I pushed my legs out as far as I could to let him inside me even more deeply than before, and I felt him tense up. The pressure inside my gut increased, and I sprayed my seed up and over my chest.

Aaron relaxed and rested his body on mine. He nibbled on my ear. “Fuck, but I could eat you up.”

“For Thanksgiving dinner?”

“You don’t think the rest of the family might think it’s weird if I rimmed you at the dinner table?”

I told him about my nightmare.

“When we first moved here, I was little. It’d been my grandmother’s house, and it was creepy. I used to have nightmares that my grandmother was still alive and hiding in the house. Sometimes I’d get thrown in a well in the basement, even though I never saw a well down there. I also had nightmares of being fed to the coyotes.”

“The coyotes?”

“Yeah,” he smiled.  

“There are a lot of cool things in this house, but I think it’s too big, and it’s creepy.”

“You know what I think?” I asked.

“Not ‘til you tell me.” He nuzzled his nose under my ear.

“I like you a lot.

“I like you, too. Want some breakfast? I’ll go get us some.” Aaron sat up.

I touched my stomach. “I think we should wash first. Your dick’s probably covered in cum and… who knows what else.”

“Whatever it is,” Aaron smiled, “it’s you and me mixed together. Let’s shower then. I probably should go back to my room so I can put on some fresh clothes.”

“OK. Can we shower together tonight?” I reached over and touched Aaron’s shoulder.  

Aaron looked toward the window.

“What is it?” I scooted closer to him.

“Can we go to the pool when everyone is asleep?”

I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, “And do what?” I chuckled.

“Anything you want.” Aaron kissed me. “Meet me in my room. The third room on the right after the staircase.” He slipped his sweatpants back on, gave me a kiss, and went to the doorway. He turned back to look at me. Was he even more handsome in the morning light? I decided on an emphatic yes before jumping out of bed and into the bathroom.

My chest and stomach were itchy from the sperm from that wonderful orgasm. I started the shower and found my toothbrush. The water felt good. As I washed my ass, I realized the hairs in my crack and around my hole were caked together. I was surprised my hole wasn’t sore. I shampooed the area three times to make sure it was clean for anything Aaron might want to do later. I felt so good.

The image of Scarlett O’Hara after the night with a drunken Rhett Butler filled my thoughts. That’s how I felt inside. I rinsed my head, and shut the water off. I could have stayed in the shower all day. I turned to step out to find Dennis standing there in his running shorts and nothing else.

“I tried to warn you to stay away from him,” he growled at me.

“Why? Give me a reason.”

“I told you. He’s weird.”

“Who isn’t?” I asked.

“I think he’s a drug addict. He could even be a drug dealer.” Dennis was speaking extremely fast.

“You’ve bought drugs from him?” I reached for my towel.

Dennis shook his head. “How can I convince you?”

“You probably can’t, Dennis. I’ll have to find out for myself.”

“Has he charged you, yet?”

“For what?” I was getting annoyed.

“He used to charge Coach Thomas twenty dollars for a blowjob. That’s why Coach had to leave town. They found out.”

“Get dressed, Dennis. I have a breakfast date. I appreciate your letting me know about these things. I’ll investigate. Now, please let me get dressed.”

Dennis shook his head as he left. I pulled some shorts from my luggage and chose a dark blue short-sleeved shirt to wear with it. I put my tennis shoes on and started for Aaron’s room.

I saw a man leaving what turned out to be his room. I tapped on the door, and Aaron pulled it open. I was greeted with a kiss.

“I just saw someone leave the room,” I said.

“That was Ricky, the cook. I called down for breakfast, and he said he would bring it up. He probably wanted to get away from my mother. She goes insane when there’s a holiday meal.”

I closed the door behind me. “You clean up right nicely.”

“Huh?” He turned to look at me. He was wearing shorts similar to yesterday’s but with a different belt, or maybe it was just the buckle. “Oh,” a smile formed on his lips, and he kissed me again. “We’ve got coffee and crescent rolls. Cream and sugar, too. Come on over here.”

I followed him to the table by the window. I put a little cream in my cup and filled it with coffee. Aaron sat opposite me. He took a bite of the pastry and a sip of his coffee. I held my roll in my left hand and took a breath. “Your brother came to my room earlier.”

“Rick said he thought he saw Dennis leaving your room.”

I nodded. “He said some nasty things about you.”

“You want to tell me so I can let you know which ones are true.”

“You think he said things that aren’t?” I asked and took a sip of the coffee. “Fuck, this is rich and smooth.”

“Yeah, Ricky makes good coffee. He likes to grind the beans himself. So, what did Dennis say?”

“He said you do drugs.”

“I tried meth once, in high school. I didn’t like it. I thought my heart would explode. I gave the rest to Dennis. He dumped it in the toilet and called me an idiot. I was angry then, but I realize now that I was. Taking shit when you don’t know who made it and what’s really in it just isn’t smart. I mean, what if it had made my dick bigger? It already barely fits in my underwear as it is.”

“Delusional.”

“Did he say that?”

“No. I just did. That’s what you call someone who buys underwear that’s too small and claims his dick is too big to fit in it.” I started laughing.

“Don’t lie; you love it,” Aaron said with a smirk.

“Your dick? Yeah, I did. I do.”

“What else did he say?”  

“So you’re not an addict or a dealer?”

“Trying one drug one time does not an addict make. Nor does giving a little baggie of meth to one’s brother make one a dealer.”

His tone and facial expression made me feel confident that he was telling the truth. “He said you sold blowjobs in high school.”

“Hell, I couldn’t even give away blowjobs in high school. He’s full of shit.”

“He said one of the coaches had to leave school because people found out about an affair you were having with him.”

“I don't know what he’s talking about there. He made that up. OK, what else?”

“He said you were weird.”

“I’m sure he thinks I am.”

“You are, and that’s good,” I said before filling my mouth with another bite. I smiled but kept my lips together. I chewed and swallowed. Aaron continued to look at me over his coffee cup. “It’s one of the things that draws me to you. You’re different from other guys.”

“I’m not an over the top bubbly, like everybody kind of guy, the way Dennis is.”

“You’re not Dennis.” I took a gulp of my coffee. “You’re Aaron, and I like Aaron. I’m attracted to Aaron.”

“You want to go for a walk? There’s a cold front coming this afternoon. I’d like to show you this tree next to a little stream. I’ve always dreamed about being kissed under that tree.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. You think about things like that. I’d love to kiss you under a tree next to a creek.”

“Let’s go.”

We went downstairs and next to the kitchen. Aaron wanted to introduce me to his mother. We stood at the corner of a huge room with industrial-sized appliances. The man called Ricky was working on a center island, while another man stirred something on one of the two stoves. Dennis sat on a stool eating raw carrots. A woman in her mid-twenties was frosting a cake while talking to Dennis.  

When Aaron called, “Mom,” a woman who appeared to be in her fifties or sixties looked up. “I want you to meet Ethan. Dennis is his roommate.”

The woman stood barely five feet tall. She wore a cotton print dress covered by an apron. She came over. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad you could come.”

“I appreciate your inviting me to your home.”

“You’re welcome. You probably haven’t met Matilda.”

Matilda nodded her head and said “Hi.”

I nodded back. “Hello.”

“And that’s Ricky, the one who makes the great coffee,” said Aaron.

Ricky smiled. I smiled back.

“We don’t introduce the help to guests,” his mother whispered. “It’s not fitting.”

“Sorry, Mother. Ethan and I are going to walk to the south pasture.”

I stepped closer to Aaron and placed my hand on his ass. I saw his shoulders tense.

“Are you going with them, Dennis?” Mrs. North asked.

“What? So I can watch them fuck under a mesquite tree?”

Everyone in the room seemed to tense up. I pulled my hand back.

Anger flashed across Mrs. North’s face. Her eyes narrowed. “Well, at least he’s getting some,” she spat at Dennis. I saw her take a deep breath and turn back toward us. “I apologize for that display. You should take a blanket in case you need to sit and... Um… rest. Don’t rest under a mesquite tree.” She shook her head. “Too many thorns.” 

We backed up and walked through a mudroom and a door on the back of the house. “We forgot our blanket,” I said.

“I’m not sure what to say.”

I turned around and looked at the house. “So, you think he’s watching us? Shit, the house looks sinister from this angle.”

“Hold my hand. I don’t care if he is watching. That was pretty mean. And you’re right. The house is…” His voice trailed off.

“You OK?” I grabbed his hand.

“Yeah, I always get the feeling that the curtains in the house move. That someone watches me from them. Did Dennis ever tell you about my grandmother’s sister Mildred?”

“No. He only told me about you and your sisters. And not much there, either. What about your aunt?”

“I never call her that. She lived in the house at the same time that my grandparents did. She had, well my dad says she had six kids and my mom says she had five kids, but anyway, when my grandparents went to Galveston for vacation, she stabbed them all to death, waited for her husband to come home, shot him on the doorstep and then hanged herself. No one found them until my grandparents came home. Just before my parents got married, my grandmother told my mother that the house was haunted.  My mother say it was just another way of trying to get rid of her.  I’m not so sure.”

“You are going to have to spend the night with me again. I don’t want to sleep alone in there,” I told him.

Aaron laughed. “Remember, we are going to go down to the pool after everyone is in bed.”

“Are we going skinny dipping in the pool?” I giggled like a young schoolboy.

“Fuck, Ethan, you’re more excited about it than I am, and it’s my fantasy.” Aaron began to move faster and pulled me with him.  

“What’s in this pasture?” I asked.

“Usually nothing at this time of the year. It’s planted with coastal, so when it starts to grow again in the spring, the guys will check the fences and when it has a chance to seed, they’ll bring the herd in here. They usually rotate the fields so none of them get overgrazed. Let’s go a little faster.”

I glanced back and noticed that I couldn’t see the house anymore. We seemed to be on a path, but it didn’t have tracks the way the other path did. “I guess the snakes have all gone to bed for the winter.”

“No. There can still be some here and there. When it’s cold they’re not out as much, but they will still come out unless it’s really cold, so you still have to look out for them. Especially if there are leaves under a tree. The copperheads hide really well with the dead leaves.”

“Snakes versus ghosts.”

“Don’t be silly. You can see the snakes. You just have to look. The ghosts are much more dangerous. You see the green up there.” Aaron pointed a little to the left.

“Yeah.”

“That’s the stream. And that big tree there, that’s my favorite place.”

I squeezed his hand and followed him down to the edge of the water. “It is very pretty here.” Aaron put his arm around me. “I had always wanted to put a small house right up there with a big window looking this way.”

“That’d be nice,” I kissed Aaron’s cheek.

“Would you ever live in a trailer? Like a travel trailer, or even a mobile home,” he added.

“I guess that as long as it’s dry and clean, and you’re with someone you love, what you’re in doesn’t matter. Are you thinking about putting one there?” I asked.

“It’s not my land, and I don’t think it will ever be mine. I’m going to have to find my own.”

I looked back at the stream. I hadn’t thought about the future as to where I’d be living. Maybe I should get a job when I get back to campus so I could start saving a little. Something a few hours per week, like on Saturday. I continued to stare at the water. If I could get something at twelve dollars an hour and work about four hours a week during the school year plus forty hours a week during the summer, I could get about twenty thousand saved up by graduate school. That should make a good down payment on a small piece of land. My calculations were interrupted by a hand rubbing across my fly.

Aaron was on his knees in front of me. He had opened my shorts and was pulling down on the waistband of my underwear. He slid them down just far enough to release my now hardening penis. He looked up at me.

“This is what I wanted. I wanted to bring someone special here and make this place special for him.”

Aaron wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock and moved his tongue across the slit. With one hand, he placed his thumb at the base of my shaft and moved it with a small amplitude and a low frequency. His other hand encircled my ball sack just above the balls. He applied downward pressure.

His tongue moved out of his mouth and along the bottom of my shaft just behind the head. I put one hand on his head and ran my fingers through his soft hair. The gurgle of the creek in front of me had a calming effect. At the same time, tingling sensations shot through me as Aaron began to move his mouth down my shaft until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. I swear I could feel the head of my dick pop into this throat. With my dick completely in his mouth, he did something with his tongue that made my ass hole muscle tighten. Then he would ease back out, exposing most of my cock to the chilly air under the shade of that live oak tree. He repeated the process, tugging gently but with more pressure on my balls.

Once or twice, a bit of vertigo tried to seize control of me, but I fought back. I also resisted the urge to ejaculate, for I knew as soon as I did, Aaron’s tight hold on my penis would be over, and I wanted it to last. Down he went; the massaging effect of his tongue took over, and then back up. Over and over, the desire to fill him increased with each stroke. Until my resolve broke as my dick slid into his throat. I grabbed his head and held it as I ejaculated three times into him, and then my hands fell to the side. I hadn’t realized how heavily I was breathing.

Aaron stood up in front of me, his lips still moist from his saliva and my cum. I kissed him; I kissed him hard and passionately. The taste was a mix of the two of us. “Oh, Aaron.” I kissed him again.

“I knew you were the right person to bring here. I know it’s only been two days, but I already don’t want them to end.”

“Let’s not think about my having to go home. I want you to sit next to me at dinner so I can reach into your lap between bites.”

Aaron laughed. “Don’t you think people wouldn’t notice?”

“Do you think they would care?” I chuckled.

“My mother would send you to your room and have the rest of dinner sent up to you.” He pulled me to him. “And she would forbid me from seeing you.”

“And you would have to sneak into my room.”

“I’d get in so much trouble, but you’re worth it, aren’t you?”

I looked into Aaron’s eyes. “Thanks for saying that. I don’t want to get you into trouble. I kissed him.

“Let’s head back.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t looking forward to seeing that house come into view.  As expected, just seeing the roofline come into view gave me a pit in the bottom of my stomach.

So, Ethan's brush with cannibalism was just a nightmare, but he's still creeped out by the house.  Was Aaron's grandmother correct?  Are there ghosts, or is it just imagination run wild?  And if they're real, can physical love chase them away?