Aaron Smith's Life Adventures

I was sixteen the first time. His name was Jordan. I don’t know his last name. My parents were having a party with people from my father’s work. I was told I could go down to the kitchen and get something to eat, but I was supposed to stay in my room. The noise from the back patio told me that they were all having a good time, so I kept peeking out the window. One man, in particular, caught my eye. I could tell he was younger than most of the other people. The first time he looked up at me, I backed quickly away from the window. Curiosity brought me back to spy again, and this time when he looked up at me, he smiled. I smiled back.

I’m not sure what came over me, but I pointed down with my finger and headed toward the kitchen. Once there, I poured myself a Coke and lingered at the table while doing my best to stay out of the way of the ladies who were chatting next to the sink. He came in a few moments later and glanced at me, but he only smiled and said nothing. He poured himself a drink, and with his head tilted down, he looked up at me.

Those sexy green eyes made my dick twitch. I walked past him into the hall and opened the door to the basement. I stepped onto the stairs and took a quick look behind me. He was following. At the bottom of the stairs, I waited for him. He closed the door and came down and stood in front of me. At the time, he reminded me of Chris Helmsworth, and I remember thinking that the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

“Hi,” I said in a barely audible whisper.

“You’re awfully sexy, aren’t you?” he said. “But you know that.”

No one had ever said that to me; no one had even said I was good-looking or cute. I could feel my dick struggling against my underwear. “I think you’re sexy,” I said.

He smiled. “You’re Smith’s son, aren’t you.”

I nodded.

“We shouldn't be here like this, you know.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Alone. Close. Talking.”

I reached my hand forward and touched him just below the pocket of his shirt.

“How old are you?” He shook his head. “You’re not even in college yet, are you?”

“I just finished my freshman year. With a four-oh,” I replied. And it was true. I’d gone to community college right after my first year of high school.

“Smart and sexy.” He clasped my hand with his and pressed it against his chest.

I put my drink on a shelf next to us. He did the same with his. I stepped even closer to him until our bodies touched; then I pushed my lips against his. I could taste the alcohol he’d put in his drink. I turned and headed for my brother’s old bedroom.

The room was only lit through the frosted window near the ceiling. An old blanket covered the twin bed in the corner. An old dresser stood next to the opening leading to a toilet and shower. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the dresser. I pushed my shorts and underwear off and stood wearing only my socks when he walked through the doorway.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered when he saw me.

“Lock the door.” He immediately did as I asked. I opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a condom and some lube. I tossed them on the bed and began to help him unbutton his shirt.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“No,” I said. “But I’ve thought about it a million times.”

“We don’t have a lot of time. I don’t want to be missed.”

“I want you to fuck me.” I grabbed the condom and handed it to him.

“Yeah?” He smiled. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off. “Shit, it’s been so long since I fucked a guy.” He had the condom on before I had a chance to get on the bed.

As I pulled on my knees to pull my ass up, he positioned himself next to my butt. He placed a puddle of lube in his hand and slathered his shaft before spreading some over my hole and slipping a finger into me.

I pulled even harder on my knees and scanned his body. He had a nice tan body; it wasn’t muscular, but it wasn’t flabby. And he was handsome. I wanted to reach up and touch his nipples. He applied pressure to my hole. I took a deep breath. I knew when I fingered myself, it would burn a little right at first, and I felt the same thing just before he filled me with his cock.

He paused a moment. “Are you OK?”

“I’m wonderful,” I said.

He smiled and pushed a little farther inside. The movement of his dick into me made me a little dizzy. I felt him ease out slightly and then push even farther inside. My gasp was involuntary.
He began to move in and out slowly.

All I could say is, “Fuck,” and “Yeah.” It was better than I had imagined.

Then he leaned forward and licked my chin and kissed me. I locked my legs around his waist, and he began to pump in and out with a little more force. I lifted my head up and licked his chin; that sent him into overdrive. He began to fuck me even harder. I loved feeling; my eyes rolled back into my head. I began to pivot my hips to meet his thrusts. Before long, he clenched his teeth, grunted, and tried to shove his cock even more deeply into me. He let air escape like a tire going flat and collapsed onto me.

He kissed me softly on the cheek. “That was awesome.” He reached down and held the condom as he slid out of me.

I suddenly felt empty. I liked having his dick in me.

“I’m Jordan, by the way. And you are?”

“I’m Aaron. Thanks, Jordan. That was better than I imagined.”

He sat up and tied a knot in the condom. “I wish I could stay and play some more.”

“I get it. I should get up to my room, anyway.” I slipped back into my clothes as he put his on. I helped him straighten his shirt so he would look presentable again, and we headed up the stairs. I stepped out into the hall; no one was there, so I held the door open for him.

Jordan stepped out into the hall and gave me a wink, smile, and a nod before turning to go.
“There you are, Jordan,” came a shrill voice from the kitchen. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Jordan turned as this average-looking woman came bounding toward him.

“I was talking with Aaron.” Jordan grinned.

I smiled.

The woman looked at me as if I were a pile of dog shit that she had just stepped in. Then she looked back at Jordan.

“I told him that I liked his shirt.”

“Smokey the Bear?” she replied.

“Anyway,” I interrupted. “I don’t remember where I got it.”

“Let’s go,” she said. The two of them turned back toward the kitchen. “You know I don’t like it when you leave me alone.”

Jordan turned back around and smirked. I felt bad for him. I had wondered for a moment while we were doing it if he might be my boyfriend, but I didn’t want a boyfriend who had a girlfriend.