The Routine

by Kraven Cox

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A customary or regular course of procedure...a routine. Usually when you think of routine, you think of boredom and stagnation, Sometimes, however, routine can change your life.

Troy was raised by a single-mother in Southern California. She was a hard-working, no-nonsense Texan with an easy, ready laugh, who did her best to spoil her son even though they didn't have much money. They never went without. It might not have been the best, most amazing new thing but Troy didn't go without. In return, she had high expectations for him and he did his best to live up to them.

I took a long time for Troy to come into his own.  He had known he was gay from a very early age, long before his father died when he was ten. His school years were a horror show with Troy desperately trying to maintain a tight closet for himself, and his fellow students, fully knowing, desperately trying to grind him into dirt. Being an optimistic child, Troy always seemed to have hope. During his senior year of high school, his mother remarried, and Troy had a whole new set of expectations to adjust to. He got along well with his step-father and they became very close, but still, Troy wrestled with his inner demons.  He left their small town and went away to college as soon as he could manage. Steeped in the religious culture he chose for himself, he endured four more years of torment this time of his own making. By the time Troy was in his mid-twenties, he could finally no longer live two lives. One life lived in the shadows full of furtive couplings in park restrooms and adult book stores with anonymous men, and one life lived in his church community putting on a facade of faith and piety neither of which he possessed in truth. He began to pay attention to his body, eating better and exercising more regularly until he had to admit that he was attractive, and sexy. The sex came more easily and frequently, but was even less satisfying. He inwardly longed for something more. He came out to his parents and was shocked that not only were they not surprised, they fully supported him, only desiring his happiness.

Be the time Troy reached the age of 28, he had completed a Masters and a PhD and had established himself as one of the preeminent research scientist in the biotech field. He was a hot commodity and Genetechnics snapped him up to work on their aminopeptide project which could lead to the cure for several specific types of cancer.  He settled into life with a decent career, a house close to the beach, a nice car, some close friends and enough male attention to satisfy his urges. Life began to fall into a routine. Get up, drive to work, come home, go out on the weekends, repeat.

Each day, Troy was up at 5:30AM...taking a morning run ( he had to work hard to keep my proclivity for "roundness" at bay). a quick shower, and  head up the coast from his house in Imperial Beach to La Jolla where his lab was located. Each morning, traffic being what it is on interstate 5, Troy preferred to take the Silver Strand through Coronado and the bridge over to the downtown area before heading farther north along the coast.

Several times in the past few weeks, Troy noticed a certain white Lexus RX. It usually passed him on the left at virtually the same location on the Silver Strand each day. By the third time, he became curious about the driver, trying to get a glimpse, but the windows were heavily tinted and he was unable to make out any details.

The following week, he saw the Lexus again on Monday morning. It was coming up steadily on the left, preparing to pass. Troy could plainly see that the passenger windows were down and he got a good look at the driver for the first time as he passed. It was a man about Troy’s age with dark brown or black curly hair.  He wore a neatly trimmed goatee and dark glasses. As Troy watched him pass by, he glanced to his right and Troy could swear they made eye contact.

A few days later, Troy saw him approaching in his rear-view mirror. This time instead of passing, he pulled alongside Troy on the left and slowed down, keeping pace with Troy’s green Subaru Forester. Troy watched the passenger window glide slowly open and the driver was staring directly at him. Troy smiled and nodded, and the driver flashed the most radiant grin Troy had ever seen. then, he was gone.

the following day, the whole scenario was repeated. Troy could not decide whether to be concerned or flattered, opting for the latter. This time he waved tentatively at the Lexus driver, who grinned with his thousand watt smile, waved back and pulled in front of Troy. He tapped his brakes a couple of times...a signal for Troy to follow him. They drove into Coronado proper and the Lexus led the way to a Starbucks just past 10th. As Troy pulled into the parking lot, he watched the Lexus driver park the next aisle over and get out of his vehicle, waiting for him.

"Coffee?" he asked, as Troy approached, his deep voice rolling out like a dense fog bank. He was tall and rangy...at least 6' 2" or 3". He eased his sunglasses off and Troy saw his eyes for the first time. they were the color of coffee beans with a mischievous twinkle, full of life and humor. His neatly trimmed goatee had the barest flecks of gray hairs, and a few gray hairs peeked through at the temples as well. His face was mature but youthful with flawless skin, a strong jaw and an almost delicate nose. He was stunningly handsome up close and his smile lit the entire parking lot. Troy found himself a bit light-headed

"Well, since we're here and all...yeah, some coffee would be perfect" .

They stepped into the Starbucks and headed to the counter to order.  Troy ordered plain black drip, and Mr. Lexus ordered an Americano with extra shots.

"This is a little surreal..." Troy said as they took seats at a table.

"Yeah...sorry about that. I couldn't think of any other way to meet you and I just had this feeling that I needed to meet you..." he said taking a sip from his coffee cup. He winced as the hot liquid scalded his tongue and removed the lid from the cup, blowing on the beverage to cool it. Troy found even these mundane actions utterly charming. “What in the hell is the matter with you...” he thought to himself. “You don't know this guy at all.”

He favored Troy with another of his dazzling smiles and he was happy to be sitting down at that moment. They really made him weak in the knees.

Troy was searching for a foothold in this highly unsettling situation. Perhaps he should go on the offense. "Well..."  said. "Maybe we should start with introductions. I'm Troy Richards" he said, extending his hand.

"My name is Aaron..." Mr. Lexus replied, his deep voice coating Troy’s inner ears like molasses. "Aaron Wakeman". He took Troy’s hand in a firm grip and the younger man swallowed hard. Aaron’s eyes were impossible to look away from. They had a way of telling you that you were the most important thing on earth at that moment.

"Pleasure to meet you, Aaron..." Troy croaked, at barely more than a whisper. He could feel an odd tingling building in the pit of his stomach.

"No, the pleasure is all mine." Aaron grinned. Troy was certain his heart literally skipped a beat.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat to make room for his expanding erection “There will be enough pleasure for both of us if I have any say in the matter.” He thought to himself.

"Huh?" Aaron said, looking at Troy quizzically...

The look on Troy’s face verged on comical. He could feel the heat rising to the top of his head as he blushed furiously. "I didn’t say anything.....did I?"

"Oh...no." he said. "You were thinking rather loudly, though"...another devastating smile. Troy’s expression definitely invaded comical territory causing Aaron to actually chuckle out loud.

"What?...Who?....I...uh...." Troy stammered

"Relax Troy. I don't read minds. I'm not a stalker. I'm not weird, and I don't want to harm you....quite the opposite." he sat back in his chair. His eyes never left Troy’s, as if he were looking for something specific. Troy was already hooked by this stunning stranger, but the situation was so improbable that he was still having difficulty wrapping his mind around it.

 After a long silence…"What are we doing here?" he asked. Troy felt truly confused. This man...this complete stranger flagged him down on the highway and here they sat. Troy found himself completely intoxicated in his presence and yet he know nothing about Aaron Wakeman. the only thing of which he was certain is that this man is way above his pay-grade, so he didn’t really have any business entertaining the thoughts he was entertaining. His cock was impossibly hard, testament to how entertaining his thoughts were.

Aaron leaned forward and suddenly there was something different in his eyes and his expression. Something Troy could not quite fathom. "There's a whole long story, and I hope someday I will tell it to you. For now, let's just say I made myself a promise that the next time I saw someone I was attracted to, that I wouldn't let the chance go by...that I would do something about it even if it was the wrong thing..."

If it were at all possible, Troy found himself even more unsettled. “This absolutely beautiful man is attracted to me?” he thought to himself. Suddenly, all he could do was stare at his hands unable to respond. No words would come to him, though his mind spun a mile a minute. Another long silence begins to grow awkward. Shocked by his own inability to communicate, he searched  Aaron’s face. "You must think I'm a complete idiot..." he muttered, half under his breath. Aaron heard, though, and he looked crestfallen.  Sadness and regret were on full display in those amazing eyes. Troy found it unbearable to see, and inexplicable.

"No...I don't think that at all, and I really appreciate that you took a chance and met up with me. Sometimes I don't read the tea leaves correctly...I hope you won't hold it against me..." Aaron said rather too quickly. Glancing at his phone, he rose..."I can still get some work done, so I had better get going."

A jumble of thoughts collided in Troy’s head at once. He had completely spaced on work which was where he was headed when this whole cascade of improbably events began. His head was whirling and he was so thrown off that it was taking him some time to make sense of all of the events and emotions. Suddenly it occurred to him. Aaron had taken his "idiot" comment completely wrong. He thought about what Aaron had told him and he wondered what had happened in his life that would cause him to make such a promise to himself. Perhaps he was giving Troy some sound advice without even knowing it. Troy realized in that instant that he was never going to get Aaron out of his mind again. No matter what happened, Troy would always wonder What if? Time to find out…If nothing else came of it, Troy would have a new friend…he would make sure of that. Aaron was already out the door, and Troy had to sprint to catch up with him.

"Aaron!...Wait!" Troy yelled, catching him just as he got into his RX. He rolled down the window as Troy approached.

"Aaron....wait, please. That came out all wrong...and it's your fault really..." he said with a wry smile. "I haven't been able to put a coherent thought together since I first saw you back on the Strand weeks ago."

The smile returned to Aaron’s face and he covered Troy’s hand resting on his car door with his own. "How can I help?"

"You have already...more than you know, but..." and words deserted him again. Troy felt as if he was walking on a wire. One step in the wrong direction and he was headed for a fall from which he would likely not recover. On one hand, he had no business indulging any of this. Aaron was a complete stranger to him. Why would he even consider proceeding as it appeared he was prepared to proceed. Something in Aaron’s eyes had touched him deeply, though. He  would give anything to have this man to hold, to kiss and caress and feel his touch in return...Troy had no reason to hope something like that would actually happen, though. Aaron was physically amazing. Troy had seen enough to know that there was more perfection to be found other than his beautiful face. His shoulders were broad and waist narrow, with the most amazing ass ever to have the misfortune of being covered by clothing...then there was the barely contained bulge extending down his left thigh. “Fuck!” Troy thought to himself...”don't go there.”  As a total package, Aaron was intimidating, and his demeanor seemed to match his physical beauty. "…but...you're way out of my league. You....well, look at you....I'm just…me." Troy said.

Aaron could plainly see the struggle going on behind Troy’s eyes. He was obviously one of those guys that has no idea how attractive he is and it only served to make him ache for Troy even more. “God help me, I  could really fall for him.” He thought to himself.  "Troy.....You should see you through my eyes..." he said. "I haven't been able to think about anything else.”

Troy moved before he could think about what he was doing. He just reacted, almost as if he had stepped out of his own body and was watching from the outside. He leaned into Aaron’s car and kissed him. When their lips met, Troy could swear he saw fireworks. Soft, and chaste, closed mouth at first. Troy’s hand curled around the back of Aaron’s neck, his fingers intertwined in the soft curls, and pulled him into the kiss. He parted Aaron’s lips with his own and without hesitation, Aaron opened his mouth and welcomed Troy’s exploring tongue. Aaron’s mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening to him, but he finally just had to surrender and let himself simply feel the sensations that coursed through his body. Their lips parted and both drew back, breathing heavily. For several seconds, they could only stare at each other open-mothed. Each could scarcely believe what had just happened, and Troy mistook the silence, a cold fear stole across his heart and he backed up several steps, a look of horror on his face

“Aaron!...I..I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking…my manners and common sense seem to have left me completely” Troy cried.

“Troy…please…it’s OK…Dude, you curled my toes.” Aaron said with awe. That seemed to put Troy at ease. He was more than ready to do it again, but it occurred to him that this could quickly get out of control and while the sex would be earth-shaking, he wanted something more from this. It felt as if this was supposed to be more. Now, could he hold out for however long it took?

“Are you free tonight?....for dinner, I mean…”                                                           

Aaron smirked. “Oh…as in a date?”                                        

Troy broke into a broad grin. “Yes, smart-ass. A date”

“For you I guess I can find some time…” Aaron said. There was a mischievous glint in his eye. Troy sighed noisily in mock exasperation and handed Aaron his phone. Aaron quickly keyed his name and number in Troy’s contacts. Troy quickly sent him a text message so that Aaron would also have his number.

“I’ll call you a little later with some details” Troy said as he turned to leave. His feet barely touched the ground as he walked to his car.

Their date went better than either could have hoped. Aaron picked Troy up from his little beach bungalow at 8 sharp and was presented with a single champagne rose. He was truly touched by the unexpected romantic gesture. They ate dinner at Anthony’s chatting away as if they had known each other for years. They began walking north on the Embarcadero, completely engaged in the quiet conversation they shared. Without either of them thinking about it, Troy’s hand slipped inside Aaron’s as they walked and by the time they reached Spanish Landing, Aaron’s arm was firmly around Troy’s waist. They stopped in the moonlight overlooking the bay and the beautiful San Diego skyline and shared their second kiss, each cupping the other’s face tenderly in their hands. They touched each other easily and without reticence, each asserting a certain familiarity and affection. They both felt completely comfortable with the other. Troy sensed Aaron’s need for him but instinctively knew the timing was still not right. Aaron let him take the lead, knowing that what was happening, though it made him tingle from head to foot, and feeling his desire grow for this man, knowing that when it was right, it will happen. In the interim, he cherished each touch, each brush of fingers or the back of a hand across his cheek, the soft breaths against the side of his neck as they embraced. He would still be feeling them again and again as he drifted off to sleep that night.  

Aaron said all of the things that charmed Troy right to his very core. He held the door for him and attended to him with a gentle touch in the small of his back, or by taking his arm, and that rock-solid arm around his shoulder or waist was almost more than Troy could bear.

Troy, for his part, treated Aaron with such tenderness and respect. He listened closely and didn’t hesitate to challenge him with a witty statement or a considered opinion. He held his ground in discussion, surprising Aaron with his breadth of knowledge and his skill with an argument. Troy knew that this was the key to Aaron’s heart. His affection flowed so easily and like water on parched ground, Aaron thirstily absorbed it. Both admitted to themselves, almost at the exact moment, that they were falling in love with their partner.

Aaron flagged down a pedi-cab and soon, they were on their way back to the car. Before either of them was anywhere near ready, they arrived at Troy’s house and with a final peck on the lips, said their goodnights. When Aaron arrived at his downtown loft, there was a sweet Thank You text message on his phone from Troy. Aaron stood in his entryway for long minutes clutching the phone to his heart.

Over the remainder of the week, they spent each evening together, talking frequently during the day as well. Troy ever the gentleman and Aaron rapidly becoming accustomed to having Troy in his life, but the tension continued to grow, fueling both men’s masturbatory fantasies. They made another date for Friday evening, and when Aaron arrived to pick up Troy, he rang the doorbell with a complete change of plans on his mind.

When Troy answered the door, he was met with a hand on his chest firmly pushing him back inside and Aaron closing and locking the door behind him. It was time…..

Inside, Troy’s house was small, simple, clean and comfortable. HIs only extravagances were a chef's kitchen, and the most kick-ass bathroom. The door had barely closed behind them when Aaron had

Troy in his arms, locked in a soul-searing kiss. With no physical impediments between them, Troy molded his body to Aaron’s so that they were touching from head to foot. Their tongues dueled back and forth in ravening mouths and Troy ran his hands over Aaron’s back and down his sides. His cock was so hard, it hurt, and he could feel it crushed up against Aaron’s as he sensuously moved his hips.

Aaron was making soft growling noises deep in his throat, his hands busily exploring Troy’s body his was being explored in return. Aaron gently cupped Troy’s ass-cheeks in both hands, thrusting his hips against him in slow, sensual thrusts. Troy wanted all of that and then some. The intoxicated sensation returned with a vengeance. Between his touch, his scorching kisses, his smell and sounds, Troy was lost. Breaking the kiss, he took Aaron by the hand and lead him to the bedroom.       

"Stay right there. Don't move." Troy said breathlessly, and made his way into the bathroom, where he retrieved several towels, condoms, and lube as well as some massage oil. Returning to the bedroom, he deposited his treasures on the bedside table and turned the Duvet and top covers down. He guided Aaron to the bed and sat him down, where he proceeded to unwrap him like a precious gift. First, Troy dropped to his knees and untied and removed Aaron’s shoes and socks, kissing the tops of his feet and toes. He ran his hands up the length of Aaron’s body carefully dodging the prominent tent in the front of his trousers. Troy unbuttoned Aaron’s shirt and slipped it free. Aaron body bore elaborate illustrations tattooed on both shoulders and across his entire back. Troy touched the smooth skin gently, tracing the illustrations as if to memorize every square centimeter of Aaron’s body as He exposed it. Aaron looked on, eyes glistening, and lips parted feeling each of Troy’s caresses intensely.

Troy, for his part, could feel a well of emotion just beneath the surface, threatening to break free, like so much water behind a dam. He knew that the time was coming as surely as day follows night. For now, he succumbed to lust to help forestall the tide he sensed coming. When Aaron Looked in Troy’s eyes again, he was taken aback at first by the pure carnal fire burning inside. Still on his knees between Aaron’s legs, Troy cupped his face in his hands and ran the tip of his tongue from underneath Aaron’s chin, up over his lips and along the bridge of his perfect nose...He kissed his eyes and then his neck and down his jaw line and across his shoulders. As he did, he unfastened Aaron’s pants, who lifted his hips so Troy could slide them free. Troy’s eyes were glued to  

Aaron’s face. Troy wanted to see every expression, every hint of pleasure in Aaron’s eyes. There was only one thing that could tear Troy’s rapt attention away. He pried his white briefs free and slid them off of Aaron, his cock slapping up against his flat belly. That cock! It extended well above his slightly hairy navel, the long slender shaft heavily veined, capped off by a rounded mushroom head, slightly purple in color and so hard that its surface shone like glass. He had easily an eight inch monument, the gaping piss-slit bejeweled with a clear drop of pre-cum. It was the most erotic thing Troy had ever seen in his life.

Troy breathed in deeply, taking in Aaron’s musky scent, and found himself salivating as he leaned forward taking in his scent. Troy wrapped h fist around the base of Aaron’s cock and began to stroke slowly and sensuously. Aaron groaned long and low, his eyes clinched shut as the waves of pleasure began to wash over him. Then he smiled at Troy.

"I’m so close it's not even funny" he said breathlessly. Troy picked up the pace, using Aaron’s copious pre-cum as lube, I began to jack him in earnest. He could see Aaron’s balls gathering up in their hairy sack, getting ready to discharge and he stopped abruptly. Aaron’s eyes snapped open in surprise, then he realized what Troy was doing.

"You fucker." he grinned

"Nice." Troy said. "I think I like it when you talk dirty"

He bent forward and ran his tongue the length of Aaron’s pulsing cock, drawing a cry from Aaron. Troy could taste the salty sweet flavor of Aaron’s pre-cum which was now liberally smeared over the surface of his cock. Troy dedicated himself to cleaning him up, licking the prick from root to tip, until he had slicked the smooth surface flesh with his own spit. Perfectly lubed, he looked into Aaron’s eyes as he slipped his lips over the head and swallowed him whole.

"Fuuuuck" Aaron moaned, starting to reach for Troy’s head but he caught his hand and held it down. Troy had his full eight inches buried to the hilt, his nose nestled in a thick pubic bush. Aaron was on the precipice and Troy wanted his load now. Drawing back until only the sensitive head remained between his lips, he swallowed Aaron again, running my tongue hard against the underside of the shaft. He swirled his tongue around the head encased in Troy’s warm, wet mouth, then swallowed him to the balls again. He could hear a low moan of pleasure coming from deep in Aaron’s throat which rapidly turned into a full scream. His cock swelled impossibly, and then exploded, pumping jet after jet of salty-sweet cream into Troy’s throat. He drew back to catch some of Aaron’s sweet jizz on hi tongue, then swallowed him down again. His cum was pouring down Troy’s throat and running from the corners of his mouth in a steady stream, coating Aaron’s balls. Troy happily spent the next few minutes, cleaning him up completely.

It wasn't until Aaron pulled him to his feet that the enormous wet patch on the front of Troy’s jeans announced the fact that he had cum in his pants. "Wow" Aaron said, and then burst out laughing.

"You say that a lot" Troy said and unable to resist, joined in the laughter.

Aaron helped Troy get out of his clothes and then gathered him into his arms, drawing him into a kiss. This time, the kisses were gentle and sensual, slow and lingering. A whole different kind of sexy and equally arousing. They were both hard as steel in minutes in spite of just having cum. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, fingers trailing down Troy’s chest, caressing his face, exploring his arm pits, running through his hair. It's as if he had to touch every square inch of him, and everywhere he touched left a glowing trail of burning pleasure.

Aaron sank to his knees and Troy’s cock disappeared into his mouth. Troy is no slouch in the cock department, with 7 thick inches. Where he lack Aaron’s length, he makes up for it in girth. He went after Troy like a ravening wolf, hungrily devouring him. He released his cock long enough to draw one, then both testicles into his mouth.

"Ohhh fuck, baby...that's so good..." Troy moaned. Aaron grunted and doubled his effort. I could feel the sensations building toward the inevitable explosion when he abruptly withdrew, leaving Troy panting. Grasping his hips, he turned Troy so that he was facing the bed, and bent him over

Troy cried out when he felt Aaron’s tongue run the length of his ass crack, from the base of his balls to the small of his back. Aaron zeroed in on the hole with the tip of his tongue, circling around it, painting the pucker with his spit. Troy was nearly delirious from pleasure. Aaron reached under and wrapped a fist around the base of Troy’s cock and pulled him backward. Troy felt the tip of Aaron’s tongue penetrate the hole and he almost fainted.

He let out a shuddering moan, Aaron’s tongue invading Troy’s asshole had just about driven him insane with pleasure. Aaron held Troy’s ass cheeks fully spread apart and devoured his hole with animal hunger. There was no subtlety or teasing. Troy was on his tip-toes trying to lift his ass higher and push it into Aaron’s face.

"FUCK! …I want you inside me so bad...I want you to fuck me." Troy breathed

"Mmmm Hmmm" came Aaron’s muffled reply

"Please, Aaron....I need you now…Please fuck me!" he pleaded. He felt one finger plunge into his willing hole, then two and three. Aaron patiently worked, making Troy ready to receive him. Finally, he reached over to the bedside table and Troy heard the tearing of a little foil packet. there was a brief pause while Aaron suited up, then I felt his long shaft slide along his butt-crack. Troy could literally feel the heat of his hard organ as he languorously slid up and down my crack, pausing to tease the pucker with the head. Each time he did that, Troy’s hole flexed involuntarily, the lips offering a soft kiss. He let out a sigh of anticipation.

"Roll over on your back....I want to see you..." Aaron whispered "...see your face"

Obediently, Troy rolled onto his back and raised his knees until his legs were in the air and he was completely exposed to him. Aaron positioned himself and then their eyes locked. Troy completely surrendered to this amazing man, as he drank in his beauty. Aaron was covered in a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow, and plastering luxurious curls to his forehead. The warm tones of his eyes were backlit with a fire from hell, and yet there was nothing but tenderness and desire for Troy there as well. He was breathing heavy and his nostrils flared like a stallion as he positioned the head of his cock at Troy’s portal and pushed forward slowly and gently. the sensations were intense as the tip of the head stretched Troy’s ass-lips and then he withdrew....He did this again and again, each time pushing forward slightly more until his cock-head penetrated the ring and was incased in Troy’s furnace-hot ass.

Troy felt no pain whatsoever, only the thrill of having Aaron’s cock inside him at last. "Ohhhhh GOD!" he cried, and then burst out laughing at the cliche which tickled his funny bone at that very moment. Aaron chuckled too and favored Troy with his most radiant grin yet, Then lunged forward, burying all eight inches deep in his canal. It took Troy’s breath away. Pain flashed for an instant and then heat began to spread in waves up the core of Troy’s body and out to his limbs. He felt full in a way he had never experienced before. Aaron had more than penetrated Troy’s hungry butt, he had taken his battering ram to that emotional dam inside of Troy and done some real damage.

The expression on Aaron’s face was one of deep desire. He reached out and they connected on such a fundamental level, Troy knew nothing would ever be the same. Then lust overtook both of them. Aaron slowly withdrew until only the head remained within Troy’s hole and he could feel the sphincter clutching at him, squeezing hungrily. Loathe to let go of its prize. He slid his entire length home again. Making Troy cry out with sheer ecstasy. Within minutes he was pistoning in and out of Troy with complete abandon, their flesh slapping together noisily.  Aaron had taken full possession of Troy for that brief time, and Troy was all his. Their eyes were still locked together, and Troy ran his hands up Aaron’s sides and over his damp, hairy chest. He could hardly maintain by then, and soon, his eyes slammed shut involuntarily as he strained to keep from cumming. Aaron slammed Troy’s hungry hole again and again, driving the oxygen from his lungs in forceful grunts.

“UH-UH-UH-UH-UH”

All the while, Aaron growled deep in his throat, and his eyes locked on Troy’s bore an expression of animal lust and pure desire.

He settled in on top of Troy and took his mouth in a feverish kiss. Troy locked his arms around Aaron’s neck and held on for dear life as he plundered his ass for what seemed like a few seconds but in reality was nearly an hour. He whispered in Troy’s ear, telling him how beautiful he was and how amazing his ass felt and a hundred other things that set Troy on fire. Troy’s hard cock was rubbing against Aaron’s hairy stomach now, and slight upward curve of Aaron’s cock caused it to poke his love button on each inward stroke. Troy buried his face in Aaron’s chest and screamed as the earth shattered around him, and he was washed away in torrents of pleasure. then it all went black for a second. Troy quickly regained consciousness to Aaron's cries as he hosed down his insides with a flood of steaming cum. Troy was still spurting onto his own chest and stomach, and from the looks of things, was already quite drenched.

Finally, Aaron collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy and  enfolded him in his arms and legs, kissing his ear and caressing his back...After a few minutes, Troy’s ass finally relinquished Aaron’s spent penis and he rolled onto his side, laying his head on the other man’s chest.

Both realized at the same time that Troy was crying. Unbidden, tears rolled silently down his cheeks, the dam of emotion having been assaulted one too many times. He quietly wept while Aaron held him. Then they talked.. For a long time, they lay in their collective juices and talked. Eventually they showered, and Troy changed the bed linens....and they talked some more. Troy told him everything, growing up with a single mom, the torture of school…the constant bullying…the physical and emotional violence…and then the torture that Troy put himself through as an adult. The depression and self-harm. He showed Aaron the scars on his arms that his own tattoos were camouflaging. He told him how, with sheer willpower Troy had gotten his act together and was really happy now.

Aaron told Troy about his upbringing in a house of privilege where he excelled at sports and academics, but he hid one devastating secret. He told him about coming out to his parents and their poor reaction, and how they went nearly four years without speaking. They had not gone so far as to completely disown him, but they made it clear that he was not welcome in their home, so for the rest of his college career, he spent holidays alone and got news from his brothers and sister. He assumed this was his punishment for being who he was, so he had never dated anyone seriously, until Cal, for whom he fell hard, but who screwed him over. He had been sure that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life until he made that damned promise to himself, and saw Troy for the first time the very same day.

"I don't know what all of this means." he said, his deep voice a rumble in his chest. "I feel so many things right now that I don't know what's what."

" Just tell me what you feel strongest at this very moment. That's what you should trust." Troy said

"I feel hope...for the first time in a long time, I feel hope..." Aaron said looking deep into Troy’s eyes.

"Let's just go with that and see what happens..."

"You're amazing..." Aaron said with genuine admiration in his eyes.

"Not so much..." Troy mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Dude, you came without touching yourself....TWICE"

"Babe, that was all you..." Troy said. "No one has ever turned me on quite like you...You scare the hell out of me" . Aaron looked distressed. "Let me rephrase that...you are intimidating...you're so beautiful, I can't help wondering when you're going to realize you're hanging with a plain looking nerd..."

He jumped out of bed so quickly that it startled Troy. He was gripped by the horrifying thought that what he had just said was coming true and he had jinxed this pretty dream. Instead, Aaron reached for Troy’s hand. "Come here" he said. He took me to the full length mirror in the bathroom and stood me in front of it.

"What do you see?" he asked as he laid his hands on Troy’s shoulders. He looked at his reflection, prepared to be disappointed as he always was. Aaron read the expression . "No, that was then....put that out of your mind and tell me what you see right this moment..." Troy looked again...really looked. Troy wanted to see what Aaron saw and something strange happened. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't have that disappointed feeling when he looked at his own reflection. He saw a man in his early thirties who actually appeared much younger. Aside from a few faint laugh lines, I had no wrinkles. My sandy colored hair was cut close on the sides and slightly longer on top with a part on the left. Tim’s body was naturally muscular with soft definition. He wasn't ripped, but not bad. He was built rather like a rugby player...stocky and solid. His chest and stomach were covered with hair anyway, so all that definition would be lost. He was actually pretty nice in the cock department...nothing to be ashamed of there. Strong legs, and arms, His hazel eyes are actually very attractive and sexy, and while not conventionally handsome, he could see himself as a desirable man... maybe for the first time. Aaron could read all of this in his eyes..."That's what I see" he whispered "...and I've never wanted anyone or anything more in my entire life..."

Troy turned and drew Aaron’s face to his, kissing him tenderly. Within a few seconds, he felt the man’s cock thumping against his hip, hard and urgent. Looking directly in his eyes, he pushed him back against the bathroom counter and slowly sank to his knees, kissing and licking Aaron’s chest and rippling abs as he went.

Troy pulled the bathroom door to an angle so that Aaron could see the side view of the action as Troy pleasured his cock with his mouth. Troy kind of wanted to see, as well. He deliberately spent several minutes licking and kissing the area beneath Aaron’s navel but above the pubic area...it's a spot on a man that drives Troy wild. It seemed to have a rather pleasant effect on Aaron as well. He kissed and licked my way along the length of Aaron’s cock before slipping his lips over the head. Troy was intent on being selfish this time, and this was for him, so he took his time enjoying every milimeter of Aaron’s meat. He discovered that a tongue tip tracing the corona where the cut head joins the shaft, or broad tongue strokes over the frenulum elicits sighs and whimpers. I also easily discovered his rhythm, edging Aaron again and again in an intense pleasure game he had never experienced.

All the while Troy worked his oral magic on Aaron, he brought himself to the edge but refused to go over. Aaron watched Troy avidly in the mirror’s reflection, all the while, filling his ears with the music of his pleasure.

"Oh my God, Troy....that's so good..." he gasped

"Are you enjoying?" he asked during a strategic pause.

"You're fucking amazing. No one has ever sucked my cock like that"

"You ready to cum?" Troy asked with a wicked grin.

"PLEASE! I don’t know how much more I can take!..." Aaron cried.

Troy began to redouble his efforts, swallowing Aaron to the hilt, his balls cupped in one hand and the other resting on that spot. Troy felt Aaron’s hand. s on the back of his head and his hips flex as he began to thrust upward thrusting into Troy’s mouth meeting his downward strokes. Suddenly, Aaron’s cock became an iron rod in Troy’s mouth. He could feel the man’s balls contract, the shaft pulsing.

“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. AAAAAAAAHHHH” Aaron cried. Troy’s mouth was flooded with his cream, which he lovingly swallowed. No sooner had he ingested the precious payload, then his mouth was full of thick, salty sweetness. He sucked and licked Aaron until his dripping organ began to deflate, then stood quickly and pushed Aaron to his knees. With a couple of strokes, Troy unloaded squarely in his face, painting those lips and that goatee with thick ropes of sperm. When he was at last spent, he dropped to the floor next to Aaron and cleaned off his face with his tongue, feeding his thick load to Aaron.

They both sat on the bathroom floor just looking into other's eyes. Finally, he spoke...

"You really are amazing. That was incredible..." he sighed

"I love sucking cock...especially yours" Troy grinned

"Well you’re damn good at it. Feel free to do it any time you want..." Aaron said with a laugh

"I intend to...so apparently you like having your cock sucked."

"...especially by you." he said and kissed me tenderly "It's my favorite thing in the world...you have the most amazing mouth..."

"we'll get around to the other parts eventually..."

After another round of love-making, this time more passionate and deliberate, they slept in each other's arms.

When Troy woke the next day, he reached out for Aaron, but the bed was empty and his little house was completely quiet. Aaron was gone. Troy felt a familiar constriction in his chest, an ache of absence, and a twinge of fear. He began to wonder if it might have all been a dream, but it seemed way too real. Aaron’s taste lingered in his mouth and his touch lingered on Troy’s skin. He dressed in his running gear and went to the kitchen to grab some water on the way out the door. He missed Aaron. He had scarcely known him and he missed him. In Troy’s mind, he sees Aaron’s naked body and he is instantly hard. Then the fear returned. Had he done something to frighten him away? Maybe, despite his words, he did realize that Troy was not his caliber of person and decided to cut his losses. The familiar disappointment welled up inside him and he was near tears.

“Get your shit together…” Troy admonished himself. “Better sooner rather than later….get it over with…” he sighed heavily and turned to leave when saw the note by the door.

Hi Troy,

I had to leave early this morning, and I'm sorry I' m not there. Believe me, I would rather be with you but I had some work to do. I don't even have words for yesterday, or for you. Maybe I’m being selfish, but I want more of you. I can’t get enough. Even as I write this, I miss you. I hope you aren’t too mad at me. I can't wait to see you again, so please call me when you have a moment.

Aaron

 

Troy anxiously punched the buttons on his phone and waited while it connected. "Good morning, Mr. Richards" came the deep voice..."Good Morning Mr. Wakeman" he replied.

"I feel so terrible for running out on you, like that. I had some work to finish before court on Monday and I wanted to get it done as soon as possible so I could spend the rest of the time with you."

"Is it OK if I tell you that I miss you?" Troy asked. there was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Aaron?...Did I say something wrong?"

"You do?" he said eventually. His voice sounded raw.

"Of course I do. I'm just glad this is a weekend, 'cause I'll be a wreck at work. I can't think about anything else...You've turned my entire world upside down....and it's really good. When will you be back?"

"I’m actually getting ready to leave now. I was hoping to be back before you even got up"

"Cool…I’ll just make a quick trip to the grocery store for supplies and we can spend the rest of the weekend in. Anything you want in particular?"

“Nothing I can think of…” Aaron said. “I just want to spend time with you.”

"Mmmm Hmmm....I know what you want. Sex maniac!" Troy said, laughing

"Well...yeah...but that's beside the point..." Aaron said.

"And the sense of humor finally makes an appearance..." Troy chuckled

"Ass!… I'll call you when I'm on my way..."

Troy was thrilled that Aaron was feeling comfortable enough with him to tease.

Troy left long enough to make a stop at the grocery to stock up on supplies for the weekend. He found some beautiful giant prawns at a good price, along with some vegetables fresh from local farms. He loaded up his cart with those along with a lot of other staples. He was making a conscious effort to shop for two, and it wasn’t easy to think beyond his usual routine. Even his usual checker, Flora commented on the volume of his purchase.

“Hmmmm…If I didn’t know better I would think Mr. Troy is entertaining….”

Troy blushed furiously and shrugged as he made for his purchases and began to wheel his cart away.

Flora simply winked conspiratorially. “ Play safe, mijo…”

Troy was pretty sure he was still bright red even as he loaded his groceries into the back of his SUV and drove back to his house. He had just brought the last of the groceries into the kitchen when Aaron called.

“I’m five minutes away…” he said

“Hurry!” Troy shouted

Troy opened the front door and left it ajar, then returned to putting groceries away. Within a few minutes, he heard Aaron’s car pull into the driveway. “Troy?” he called

“Back here, in the kitchen!” he replied then Aaron’s handsome face appeared at the kitchen door.

“Hi…” he said.

“Hi” Troy replied. “You look whooped…”

“It was a rather demanding pre-hearing meeting with a client, and I was somewhat distracted.” He sighed.

“Yeah, well don’t blame me, Lawyer-boy”…..

Several minutes passed without any response when Troy turned to see Aaron still standing in the doorway, with a vacant expression.

Aaron surveyed the scene in front of him. It was a scene of normalcy and peaceful happiness. A simple domestic tableau and Aaron had the sensation that he belonged there. At the center was this amazing man who made Aaron’s heart leap every time he thought about him. Could he really be the one? A light sheen of sweat broke out on Aaron’s forehead and he suddenly felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“Earth to Aaron…are you OK?” Troy asked.

“Uh…yeah…fine…suddenly just a bit nervous” he let slip before he could keep it from leaving his lips.

“Nervous? Why are you nervous? I don’t bite…I might suck and lick a little….” Troy teased.

“I had half convinced myself that I dreamed what happened yesterday…I don’t want to do anything to spoil it…” Aaron said, his voice barely above a whisper.  Troy approached him and took his hands.

“I can assure you….I’m pretty real…”

“Yes….you are….” He said pulling Troy into his arms. Aaron felt that familiar flip-flop in the pit of his stomach and the warm tingling heat spread throughout his body as he gave Troy the softest, deepest kiss he had ever imagined giving another person. It actually caused Troy to feel light-headed.

“I have a plan.” Troy announced when they finally relinquished one another….”This is Project Relax Aaron”.

Ushering him to a seat in the kitchen….”First we get you something to drink…I have water, tea, juice, beer, wine, and a completely stocked bar….what’s your pleasure?”

“I could use a cocktail…” Aaron said, with a bemused smile.

“I’m a fair mixologist….try me”

“How about an old-fashioned Old Fashioned”

“Coming right up” Troy said opening the bar cabinet. In a few minutes he had prepared the drink using his own home-made bitters and some exceptional Buffalo Trace Bourbon.

Aaron sipped and gave Troy one of his iridescent smiles. “Wow…that’s delicious.”

“OK…perfect…you enjoy that and I will be right back.” he said, excusing himself. Within five minutes, he had everything set up, and he reappeared in the kitchen. “How is the drink? Ready for another?”

“This is so good….I’m taking my time to enjoy…” Aaron replied.

“I’m glad you like it, now come with me…and you can bring your drink…”

Troy ushered him into the sun-room where he had set up a massage chair. Troy proceeded to undress Aaron, punctuating the removal of each article of clothing with soft kisses. Dropping to his knees, he untied his shoes and removed them, one at a time. There was something in that act, which he was now doing for the second time for Aaron, that secretly pleased him. He was serving Aaron but in no way giving up his own self-worth because it was his choice to do it. Aaron steadied himself with a hand on Troy’s shoulder as he removed the socks.

Troy cupped Aaron’s face in his hands and kissed him softly. “Have a seat…” he whispered. As he maneuvered into the chair, placing his knees on the pads and leaned forward, laying his face into the cradle, Troy made some adjustments to the height of the seat and the angle of the face-cradle for Aaron’s comfort. When he heard the other man sigh, Troy knew they were where they wanted to be. Troy hurriedly undressed, and approached Aaron.

“Before I get oil on my hands, we’ll do your scalp, first…” He flipped on the Mp3 player and soothing music began to play. He gently worked my fingers into Aaron’s thick curls and began to massage his scalp. Aaron was swept away by the tenderness and caring he could feel in each touch and each kiss. It was something he had never experienced from another man. The sex had been mind-blowing and hot, which he hadn’t expected either, but this was something else altogether. He let himself drift and simply flow with the intense pleasure that was building and coursing throughout his body and mind. This man was getting to him in every possible way.

Within minutes Troy heard Aaron’s soft groans. He could feel his tension, and the longer he worked his scalp, he slowly began to relax. Troy began to concentrate on his neck, now, kneading the muscles and gently rotating his head until he could feel the relaxation and ease of movement. Applying warm oil to his shoulders and back, Troy proceeded into the meat of the work, isolating muscle groups and slowly working the tension out until he could tell Aaron was completely relaxed. Helping him out of the massage chair, he directed Aaron into a low slung reading chair he had already covered with a towel, and began to work his thighs and calves, doing his best to ignore his fully erect cock which was not easy. His eight inch column was as hard as an aluminum baseball bat , angry and demanding attention. Damn, but it was distracting. Swallowing hard, Troy tore his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight and finished the massage with Aaron’s feet, trying to remember everything he had learned about reflexology .

“Okay…the shower is waiting” Troy announced “…it’s a steam shower, so I want you to go soak for a few, while I work on dinner…”. As Aaron made his way into the spa-like bathroom, Troy dressed in shorts and a tank. Rummaging in his drawers, he managed to find a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that were several sizes too small that might fit Aaron, and laid them on the bed.

While Aaron steamed away, Troy filled the rice-machine and turned it on. Working quickly and efficiently, Troy cleaned and de-veined the shrimp and prepared the vegetables. He heated oil in a wok and stir fried the vegetables, adding the shrimp at the last minute so they wouldn’t be over-cooked. He fashioned a sauce with Sesame oil, fish sauce and Sriracha, along with some cilantro for an aromatic kick and dressed the stir-fry. The rice was just finishing when Aaron showed up at the kitchen door wearing the shorts and tee, and a slightly drunken smirk on his face.

“Those are still a little large for you” Troy chucked. “Oh well…you aren’t going to need clothes much this weekend, anyway…dinner’s ready”

“You cooked?...Impressive” he said with a sly grin.

“You haven’t tasted it yet…”

Aaron slid into a chair at the table while Troy plated and served. He had an expression of curiosity as he took a bite

“Damn, Troy…this is amazing… this tastes like something you would find at a very nice restaurant…where did you learn to cook like this?” he asked, digging in in earnest.

“Ummm….YouTube videos and the Cooking Channel?” he said sheepishly. Truthfully, Troy was largely self-taught, always having loved to experiment with food and liquor.

“You ready for another drink?” Troy asked. When Aaron replied affirmatively, he took his glass and prepared it for him, grabbing a vodka shot for himself. As Aaron sipped his drink, Troy prepared a bowl and lit it, toking deeply. Aaron raised an eyebrow at him with a bemused expression, and broke into a broad grin as he offered the pipe.

They drank and smoked and talked and the tensions of the day melted away. Finally Troy looked at Aaron and announced that it was time for dessert.

“What’s for dessert?” Aaron asked through half-lidded eyes.

“You are…” Troy answered matter-of-factly. His lewdly tented shorts were already announcing his intentions and it didn’t take Aaron long to catch up. By the time they made it to the sunroom, his cock was fully erect and visibly throbbing.

Troy guided him to the towel-covered chair and sat him down.

“Are you going to…” he started

“You bet your ass, I am…” Troy grinned as he dropped to his knees between Aaron’s spread legs. “Now relax and enjoy.”

He paused to take in the sight of Aaron’s naked body for a moment. His strong feet, the swell of his well-developed calves, and muscular thighs, his flat stomach with the gentle creases between abdominals. The swell of pectorals, his prominent collar bones and long neck. His adams-apple bobbing when he swallowed. The strong jaw with neatly trimmed whiskers, slightly parted lips, full and inviting. His mouth was made to be kissed. His pink tongue flicked across those lips, leaving them with a moist shine, and leaving Troy dizzy. The delicate long line of his nose, his nostrils flaring every few seconds. The deep chocolate eyes, slightly dilated, pupil almost indistinguishable from the iris. His brow was slightly damp with perspiration and his breath was coming in short bursts, nearly panting. His long cock stood up against his belly, angry looking with a slight purplish cast, drooling a small puddle of pre-cum. His desire was thick in the air between them. Troy could smell it and feel it seeping into his pores.

He gently laid his hands on top of Aaron’s feet and ran them up over his legs resting them on his thighs. Aaron drew a sharp breath and his eyelids fluttered.

“Are you OK, baby?” Troy asked gently

“You’ve got me so fucking turned on….” Aaron moaned

“Good…” he smiled to himself he wrapped his hand around the base of Aaron’s straining erection.

“Fuck…!” he cried, the muscles in his thighs flexing, thrusting his hips upward involuntarily.

Troy leaned forward and took Aaron’s mouth, kissing him with all of the passion that coursed through his body. Aaron opened his mouth hungrily to accept Troy’s invading tongue, and he began to gently stroke Aaron’s hard prong. The gaping slit at the tip of the bulbous knob drooled a steady stream of pre-cum down over the steel-hard shaft and the back of Troy’s knuckles. He was moaning softly into Troy’s mouth. He sucked his tongue into his mouth and fellated it like a tiny cock. Aaron gripped Troy’s upper arms and felt his hold intensify as Troy continued to suck on his tongue and stroke his cock, now slick with his own juices.

Suddenly he squeezed hard and Troy felt his cock swell. He knew Aaron was on the precipice, so he quickly slid his fist to the head of Aaron’s engorged meat and ringed the pulsing shaft just below the head, squeezing him hard. Their lips parted and he slumped back in the chair breathing hard, eyes squeezed tightly shut until the impending orgasm passed. When his breathing began to return to normal, Troy relinquished his still rock-hard cock and raised his hand to his lips. Deliberately, sensually, and slowly, he licked Aaron’s juices from his fingers and the back of his hand, making something of a show for him. In truth, for all the world he was cleaning pure honey from his hand, Aaron’s taste was so sweet. “That’s one…” he thought to himself.

Settling back until he could comfortably reach Aaron’s feet, he lifted each of them one at a time and covered them with soft, sensuous kisses. He then began to make love to his feet and toes, licking and sucking them slowly and sensuously. This drew a continuous array of moans and whimpers from Aaron.  He never realized how sensitive and sexy his feet were. Troy worked his way up to Aaron’s knees which ended up being quite an erogenous playground. As he used his lips and tongue on Aaron’s kneecaps and behind his knees as well, he could clearly see Aaron’s balls draw up inside their fleshy sack. He was speeding towards orgasm again, so Troy abruptly stopped, withdrawing his mouth from the sensitive body part. He had to smirk in amusement at the disappointed look on Aaron’s face . “That’s two…” he thought.

Troy laid his head on Aaron’s stomach and lovingly stroked his thighs until Aaron’s breathing began to return to normal. Looking deep into his eyes, Troy engulfed Aaron’s cock in his mouth. Aaron uttered a shuddering sigh and his eyes rolled back in his head. The flange of his  steel-hard member paused at Troy’s throat and then he swallowed it. Soon, Troy’s nose was buried in Aaron’s bush, my lips grinding against his pubic bone. He breathed Aaron’s scent, inhaling deeply and it was like sniffing poppers to him. Something went off in his head and his lust exploded throughout his body in an intoxicating wave. Swallowing furiously, Troy’s throat muscles massaged the shaft lodged in his throat, before pulling off of him completely. Pause, then full dive back onto that vein-laced spike once more. He drew back until the head rested on my tongue bathing it furiously, collecting an astounding amount of precum from the slit. The taste of Aaron’s ball-honey hit him like a ton of bricks and Troy uttered a  and low animalistic growl, and began furiously bobbing his head. Sucking hard, his cheeks caved in against the shaft as it slid back and forth. Aaron’s constant cries gained in pitch and intensity until Troy was sure he was about to blow and he yanked his cock from his mouth to forestall his orgasm yet again. “That’s three…”

Aaron’s expression was a mixture of ecstasy and pain. “Dear God!!!...” he pleaded. “Please let me cum….I can’t take it anymore. It’s too fucking good…please, baby? Please let me cum!”

Troy gave him a wicked grin, and wrapped his fist around the thick base of Aaron’s pulsing cock and took the head and first few inches into his mouth. He was rewarded with a huge dollop of clear ball-juice. The taste and smell of his sex went off in Troy’s head like a bomb and it became all about the quest for Aaron’s sperm. His own cock was in his other hand and he began to stroke rapidly as he bobbed up and down on Aaron’s steel-hard prick. In just a few strokes, Troy exploded onto Aaron’s leg and all over the floor. Spurt after spurt as waves of pleasure caused his entire body to shake. Aaron could take it no longer and suddenly Troy’s mouth was flooded with thick ropes of semen. Aaron’s salty sweet ambrosia nearly drowned Troy, but he managed to swallow most of it, though still some leaked from the corners of his mouth and drooled down his chin. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” Aaron cried as the waves of pleasure washed over him. The incredible sensations slowly began to subside leaving both men feeling heavy and sluggish

After a few minutes, their breathing began to slow, and Troy let Aaron’s flagging cock slip from his lips, falling back onto the sunroom floor. After a few minutes, Aaron settled in on top of him, nestling his face into the crook of Troy’s shoulder and he wrapped Aaron in his arms. They didn’t need to speak, and no words were sufficient anyway. Troy simply held him until the discomfort of laying on the floor became too much to bear. They rinsed off in the shower and took turns drying each other. We made it to the bed where we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

Troy woke sometime in the early morning hours while it was still dark, spooned against Aaron’s back. He gently stroked his hair and listened to his deep even breathing. It all felt so right. He could really fall for this guy. Pulling him closer, Troy drifted back to sleep.

He rose around 8:30AM. Unheard of for a Sunday, but his mind was racing, so he headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Aaron was still sleeping soundly, so Troy enjoyed his coffee and solitude in the sun room. A little later, he started preparing breakfast, planning on waking Aaron one way or another. Cinnamon almond French toast prepared and warming in the warming drawer, I went back into the bedroom and gently shook him awake             .

“Good Morning.” Aaron mumbled groggily.

“’Mornin’”

“I could get used to this….waking up to your face…” Aaron grinned.

“Your breakfast is ready” Troy said, heading back to the kitchen. Aaron soon appeared wearing the shorts and tee from the previous evening. Troy kissed him then, tongue invading his mouth. His shorts were loose but still weren’t leaving much to the imagination. “Is that a fire-hose or are you happy to see me?” Troy chuckled

“Incredibly happy to see you.” Aaron announced     

“Better eat something first…” Troy said

After brushing their teeth, They made love again. This time slowly and deliberately. They built from a slow tease to having Aaron jackhammer Troy’s hole with his massive tool over an hour’s span until their mutual explosion. Aaron painted the walls of Troy’s canal with his hot seed and Troy coated his chest and stomach with his ropy jizm. The remainder of the day went much the same, pausing for food and rest of course. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Finally, after their fourth or fifth coupling, Troy announced that his dick was chapped and that they needed to take a break. They cuddled together on the couch and watched a movie, before retiring to the bedroom and falling into an exhausted sleep.

Over the next weeks, Aaron and Troy spent fewer and fewer nights apart until they finally had to admit that they were wasting a tremendous amount of money in living expenses. Aaron simply offered to move in with Troy, since he much preferred the peace and quiet of Troy’s bungalow and it was close to his favorite running course. Once the decision was made, Aaron went about breaking his lease and disposing of his apartment’s contents, none of which he was very attached to. He packed his most personal belongings and his clothes and moved them into the second bedroom in Troy’s, now their, house. He was done and settled in a weekend.  They shared a picnic on the beach with a glass of prosecco to celebrate.

As time went on Troy and Aaron began to settle into their own routine. They spent as much of their free time together as they possible could, barely able to tolerate being apart. When they were together, they even felt compelled to be in close physical proximity to one another at all times. The strength of their emotional attachment drew them together like a magnet, and they were never far enough apart that a simple reach couldn’t bring them into contact again. They spent long moments in comfortable silence just reveling in the comfort of being together. In the same manner, they enjoyed long evenings lying together on the couch engaged in deep conversation, their tones quiet and conspiratorial. Their worlds began to melt together with the introduction of friends into their circle, and they enjoyed entertaining. They hosted dinner parties and evenings out at their favorite restaurants and watering holes.

Several months went by when Troy and Aaron met friends for dinner and drinks at their go-to neighborhood pub, ‘Sean’s’. Nikla and Perry were engaged in a rather intense debate over Patriarchal constructs in the business world and equal pay for women, a debate Perry was losing rather badly. Not one to know when to quit, he gamely soldiered on in spite of being completely outclassed. He did love a good argument, though. Nikla’s wife, Mouse absently rocked their daughter Velvet in her car seat where she slept soundly, and listened attentively to the debate, wincing occasionally when Perry would say something particularly awkward. Derrek and Ben sat engaged in conversation with Aaron. They loved to talk about his work and past cases with him. Troy sat quietly by himself. He always seemed to be on the periphery and it had yet to occur to Aaron that these were his friends. They had embraced Troy completely and were nothing but kind and loving toward him. Nevertheless, he was the outsider, here.

Mouse slid the baby carrier over to Nikla and excused herself to go to the restroom. Passing Troy, and noticing him alone on the edge of the group again, she stopped and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly for long moments.

“Thanks….What was that for?” Troy asked when they parted.

“You looked like you needed it…” Mouse smiled. She cast a glance at Aaron and her brow furrowed, then she made her way past to the restrooms at the rear of the pub.

“Wow…what was that about?” he asked Troy in a muted voice. Troy simply shrugged and turned his attention back to his beverage. Aaron watched him stare into his glass for several minutes. Troy always seemed like the lost child outside the store window, looking in. Aaron’s friends loved him. Sometimes Aaron was fairly certain that his friends preferred Troy to him. He never seemed to “move in”, though. It finally occurred to Aaron that they were all his friends. There was no one here that represented Team Troy. He thought hard and could not remember ever being introduced to any of Troy’s friends during one of these little gatherings, and he had never once thought to ask about it. That thought caused a cold chill to streak down his spine and he began to mentally kick himself for being so thoughtless.

Aaron turned to fully face Troy and gently gripped his shoulders. He had to duck his head to make eye contact.

“I owe you a huge apology.” He whispered. “You look downright lonely. I throw you in with all of my friends and expect you to be satisfied. I’ve never met any of your friends and I feel like an idiot because I’ve never even asked you why?”

Troy answered without ever lifting his eyes….”I guess I don’t really have any…”

“No one?” Aaron asked, not hiding the surprise in his voice. “I’m a bit shocked.”

“I guess my Lab Assistant, Blake is the closest I have to a friend…We go to lunch and talk every day…”

“Does he know you’re…”

“Gay?...Yeah. He plays for our team…”

“Ah….why didn’t you invite him?”

“I don’t know…we aren’t that close….I don’t know…I guess I get used to being by myself…even in a crowd. It didn’t occur to me.”

Aaron picked up Troy’s phone from the bar. Pulling up his contact list he found an entry for Blake Depuy and dialed the number before Troy could even react.

“Hello?...Is this Blake?....Hi Blake, we’ve never met…I’m Troy’s boyfriend.” In spite of his horror, even Troy had to smile at this last statement. It sounded so good. “Nice to meet you as well….Hey, we’re hanging out at Sean’s with a few other friends and I was wondering if you might like to join us?.....You would? Perfect….We practically have the run of the place, so we won’t be hard to find….See you in a few….”

He turned to Troy “The cavalry is on its way.” He smiled.

“You didn’t have to do that…but thanks. I love you.” They kissed tenderly, and Aaron rejoined the conversation he had been engaged in. Less than fifteen minutes later, Blake Depuy entered the pub. He was short and compact, 5’6” or 5’7”, and very obviously no stranger to the gym. His navy blue polo could barely contain his muscular arms and chest, which narrowed to an impossibly narrow waist. He was wearing tan cargo shorts that showed his muscular calves to their best advantage. His right arm was covered in tattoos in a full sleeve that stretched all the way down past his wrist to the back of his hand. His black hair was buzzed almost completely on the sides, fading to a neatly spiked top about an inch long. His face was what could best be described as pugnacious, and yet he exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness that translated to pure sex. Not conventionally handsome at all, but a look would cause jocks to drop.

Troy immediately went to greet him and thanked him for joining. Introductions were made all around. Aaron chose that moment to return from the restroom.

“Blake!?....Blake, is that you?!”

“Aaron!...I though that voice on the phone sounded familiar…”

They hugged each other tightly.

“You two know each other?” Troy asked, somewhat bemused

“Aaron represented my father last summer when he had to fight a lawsuit. He did an amazing job…Damn, Troy….I had no idea…..”

“What would you like to drink?” Troy asked

“I’ll have a Long Island…”

Once another round of drinks had been procured, Troy and Blake pulled up bar stools next to each other and sipped their drinks.

“So, Troy….What am I doing here?”

Troy thought for a minute before answering. “I’m a bit outnumbered and Aaron decided I needed one of my own friends here”

“But we aren’t friends….not really…I mean I work for you…technically, you’re my boss…”

“Yeah, but we’re not on the clock right now….” Troy answered. There was an awkward silence before Troy turned to face Blake. “Look, you’re the closest thing I have to a friend. We talk to each other about all the kinds of stuff friends talk about and I feel comfortable with you. If I’ve somehow made you feel that you were any less than a friend, at least while we are off the clock, I apologize….”

“It’s cool, Troy…..I just wanted to know where we stand….Look, I like you or I wouldn’t still be around, so I’m good for this ‘friend’ business. However, you are going to have to put up with my lusting after your boyfriend and the occasional bout of drooling, though” he laughed

“Done” Troy smiled and put his arm around Blake’s shoulder. “We need to find you a boyfriend…”

“Oh HELL no. There’s too much fine ass out there waiting for me to introduce it to my cock….” Troy just shook his head and laughed. Blakes sexual conquests were well known. Troy jokingly referred to him as the office bicycle. They spent the rest of the evening in conversation

Troy woke the following morning with the distinct impression that an anvil had taken up residence in his head and that all of the pub patrons had wiped their shoes on his tongue on the way out the door. The light filtering into their bedroom was all wrong and a quick glance at the clock told him why. It was already well after noon. He tried getting up, much too quickly at first and a wave of nausea told him to slow down. Miraculously, Aaron appeared at his side with Tylenol and a glass of water. With careful consumption of water and some bland food, Troy managed to avoid getting sick.

A few weeks after Aaron moved in, Troy broached the subject of letting their respective families in on their new-found togetherness.

“I hadn’t really thought about it…Ugh!” Aaron muttered

“Are you out to your parents?” Troy asked.

“I told them when I was in college. It didn’t go well. Mother cried and Dad blew up at me. He said some really awful things to me and I left and went back to school. That was my freshman year. I didn’t talk to them again until after I graduated. I stayed close to my brother and two sisters, though. After graduation, I stayed in LA and worked before grad school and they just showed up one weekend, like nothing had ever happened and basically, we don’t talk about it. This might come as quite a shock to them…”

Troy wrapped his arms around Aaron from behind and held him close. “I’m sorry it was so difficult for you. Are you ashamed of me?”

“Hell NO! I love you and I am amazed by the person you are. I’m so happy you are with me, Babe.” He exclaimed.

“Are you afraid of them?” Troy asked.

“No…”

“Well then, let’s do it. Why be anything other than open and honest. It’s your family…it will all be fine, you’ll see.” Troy purred in Aaron’s ear, brushing them softly with his lips. Gooseflesh rose visibly on Aarons arms and Troy smiled to himself.

“What about your family?” Aaron asked.

“Mom and Dad will love you. They have already grilled me about when I plan to bring you around. They already talk about you as if you were another son to them and they haven’t even met you…”

“Wow! I didn’t know….well, how are we going to do this?”

“Look, we’ve got holidays coming up soon, let’s just divide them up and go for it!”

Aaron considered the idea for a moment and a smile spread across his face. “What does your family do for Thanksgiving and Christmas?”

“Thanksgiving, Mom goes all out.  We have breakfast in the morning with whoever is staying at the house, then she locks herself in the kitchen and the rest of us watch football or play games until she calls us for dinner. It’s a feast and usually it’s Mom and Dad, my sister Trina and her boyfriend, now fiancé, and my older brother Telly and his wife and kids. There may be a stray neighbor or family friend that drops in as well. Christmas is pretty similar. We open presents on Christmas Eve with the whole family, then Christmas morning, Mom and Dad go to mass. I like to go with them, though none of my siblings do anymore. Then we come home and munch throughout the day…How about yours?”

“The holidays are fairly formal affairs at our home with the immediate family. We usually go to church on Christmas Eve at midnight. There is a beautiful candle-light service where my parents go.”

Troy thought for a moment. “OK….how about Thanksgiving at my folks’ this year and Christmas at yours?...Then next year, we can swap.”

“Sounds like a plan to me….we should probably see if the ‘rents go along with it….”

Ty and Aaron each picked up their phone and called their respective parents. Aaron had to smile when he heard the squeal of delight from Troy’s mother through the phone, even as he exchanged pleasantries with his father.

“Hi Dad….”

“Son! This is a nice surprise! To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Just wanted to see how you guys were doing. How is Mom?”

“She’s doing fine, Son…she’s upstairs doing some closet purging. That should pretty much keep her occupied for the next….month.” He chuckled. “I know she’ll want to talk to you, so I’ll get her in a minute….how goes the legal profession these days?”

“It’s going really well, Dad. I’ve been on something of a winning streak lately…”

“That’s fantastic, Son. Your Mom and I are really proud of you, you know…”

“I do, Dad. How is retirement going? Is Mom ready to kill you in your sleep, yet?”

They both laughed. “I sleep with one eye open if that’s what you mean…”
“Wise…” Aaron cracked.

“Here’s your Mother now…” Mr. Wakeman said, handing the phone to his wife.

“Hi Honey! I’m glad you called.”

“Hi Mom…please don’t kill Dad…” Aaron joked.

“Oh Dear…what has he been telling you? I never….”

“I know, Mom…we’re just kidding….hey, put the phone on speaker, I have something to talk to the two of you about….”
“OK, Dear….I hope it isn’t anything serious….” She sounded worried, as Aaron heard the click and then the sound quality changed. “OK….we’re both here…”

“Mom…Dad?....I wanted to ask you about Christmas... May I come home this year?” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then he heard his mother sniffle.

“Of course you can come home, Son. It’s been so long since you’ve been with us for the holiday…you don’t even have to ask…this is your home.”

“Guys?...I’m…uh…..I’m bringing someone with me.” Aaron blurted. Again there was silence and Aaron’s brow creased with worry. His father spoke at last.

“That’s fine, Son….um….who is….he?” He sounded nervous, but there was no judgement in his voice. Aaron wasn’t sure what he had expected, but not this. He grinned in spite of himself.

“His name is Troy Richards. We have been together for a while now….I just recently moved in with him.”

“This sounds serious…” his mother said.

“It is, Mom…” After another long silence, a click announcing that they were no longer on speaker, and his father spoke.

“Son, it seems we are missing out on so much in your life, and all because of my foolish behavior. We’ll never get it back, but I hope we can do better from now on. I’ve never actually apologized to you for the way I treated you….I would rather have that conversation face to face. Of course you should come home this Christmas, and of course your young man is more than welcome in our home. I love you, buddy…can’t wait to see you.”

Aaron could barely speak. “Thanks, Dad….I’ll call you later” he choked out. Disconnecting, he broke down in wrenching sobs.

“Hold on, Mom…” Troy said and had Aaron wrapped in his arms instantly. “What happened, Baby? Are you OK?” He cooed.

“My Dad told me he was sorry, and that he loved me…they said you were more than welcome in their home…” Aaron gasped through tears. Troy just held him.

“See? I told you….” He whispered. After a few seconds he had Aaron calmed, then picked up the phone. “Mom?...yeah, everything is fine….better than fine…We’ll be there for Thanksgiving. I will take care of him….you bet I will…..I love you too…Bye”

He kissed Aaron noisily on the cheek. “That’s from my mother…” he said, smiling.

So, the holiday plans were set, and both men were looking forward to bringing their chosen mate home and introducing him to their respective family. In the interim weeks, there was a lot to do. Because of the travel involved, both men had to clear their calendars of pending projects and deadlines, so they were both consumed with work. Troy had multiple rounds of testing to accomplish, and analysis and documentation of each round.

Aaron had no less than three cases in progress, at least one of which was going to a civil trial in the coming weeks. It all passed in a blur, and before they knew it, November 1 had come and gone.

They decided that in addition to shopping for presents, their wardrobes needed updating, so they spent an entire weekend in their favorite men’s stores and department stores, until they were satisfied with their wardrobe. Between the boutique shops and galleries in La Jolla, and the Department Stores and slick retailers in the UTC center, they managed all of their holiday purchases, even presents for each other. Troy got Aaron a new leather brief case complete with a custom pen and pencil set, and a new iPhone X. Aaron got Troy a new Microsoft Surface Pro. They separated, and wrapped their presents and then combined them into a large box which they had shipped to Aaron’s family home in Dallas, TX.

Troy and Aaron decided to drive from San Diego to Palo Alto and Troy’s family home for Thanksgiving. It was a warm clear day when they set out, They drove as far as Pismo Beach and spent the night in a charming seaside vacation rental.  They shared a Monte Cristo sandwich for breakfast at a café called Huckleberry’s and were on the road again. By late afternoon, they made their way onto the peninsula and into Palo Alto. Troy had let his parent’s know of their imminent arrival and they were waiting on the front porch of the two story Spanish colonial house on a tree shaded street. Troy’s step-father was a great bear of a man with a full beard and barrel chest. His head was shaved completely bald and if it weren’t for the suburban polo and cargo shorts, he would have resembled a biker. He flashed them both a gleaming white toothy grin when they pulled into the drive. Troy’s Mom was an even 5’ on a good day. Her husband positively dwarfed her. She had auburn hair in a stylish short style, and cut quite an attractive figure. They stood with an arm around each other, both beaming, looking happy together, and happy to see their son.

No sooner had Troy and Aaron exited the car, then Troy was swept into his step-father’s arms in a loving bear-hug. Upon release Troy gathered his petit mother in his arms and gave her a loving hug as well. Aaron marveled at the family dynamic and felt a brief pang of envy that Troy’s parents were so loving and affectionate.

Troy stepped back beside Aaron. “Mom? Dad? This is Aaron.” He smiled. They each regarded him for a long moment, then the sweetest smile broke across his mother’s face.

“Troy, honey….you don’t mess around, do you? He’s…stunning.” Aaron found himself blushing furiously. She took his hand “Aaron, I’m so glad you are here. I’m Evie, and this is my husband, Paul. Welcome to our family.” And with that, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Not lost on Aaron were the words she used. ‘..welcome to our family” Aaron found himself tearing up. When she released him, Paul stepped in and said “Welcome, son.” Sweeping him into a gentle hug. The instant acceptance and generous affection was nothing like anything Aaron had ever experienced, and he was overwhelmed. As much as he loved Troy, he could really get to love this family.

“I…I don’t know what to say…” he stammered. “Thank you for having me.”

Arms around each other, Troy and Aaron followed Troy’s parents inside. “Are Trina and Telly here yet? Troy asked.

“Trina and Mark will be here any time. Telly will arrive in the morning.” Evie answered. “Who would like something to drink? I made my Bourbon punch.”

Aaron shot a quizzical glance at Troy. “Seriously, Babe. You have to try it.” Troy said.

Troy and Aaron settled in Troy’s old bedroom, and there was never a question that they would be together, sharing Troy’s old bed. Trina and her fiancé arrived and they both took to Aaron as if they had known him forever. Telly and his family arrived during breakfast the following morning, and after dramatically looking Aaron over from head to toe, front and back, smothered him in a hug, whispering in his ear “welcome to the family…you better treat him right, ‘cause if you break his heart, I’ll be coming for you…” Aaron smiled, duly warned. Again, he was struck by the connectedness of this family and the genuine love and affection. Aaron soon settled right in to the family dynamic as if he belonged there. He had to admit to himself that he did belong there, and that was perhaps one of the most profound gifts of the holiday.

After breakfast, Aaron and Troy opted for a nap instead of watching the football game. While the rest of the family watched the game with the volume up, and Troy’s mother worked in the kitchen, Troy and Aaron retired to Troys room.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk….That’s so good!” Aaron sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, Troy’s talented mouth sailing up and down the length of his pulsing prick. Troy was rewarded with a steady flow of Aaron’s delicious pre-cum. He hummed in his throat as he filled it with Aaron’s thick meat. There was nothing he liked more than giving his lover head, sucking him to completion. He knew his thick, creamy reward was coming and he relished it, loving the taste of Aaron’s cum. Pulling off of the spit-slick rod, he sat back on his haunches for a moment just to look at the beautiful tool, thick with veins, and the angry looking glans, oozing clear ball-honey. He kissed and licked the shaft, running his tongue around the broad flange where the head capped off the thick stalk. He collected the pre-cum on his tonge, the tip dredging the gaping slit. Aaron had one of the most incredible cocks Troy had ever seen, much less tasted and it was intoxicating. Aaron had sense enough to keep his vocalization to a minimum, but he moaned constantly from the intense pleasure Troy brought him.

Pulling Troy to his feet, he guided the young man onto his hands and knees on the bed and knelt behind him. Diving face first into Troy’s furry crack, he quickly zero’ed in on his fragrant pucker, painting the wrinkled surface with saliva. He licked the hairy valley from the base of his balls to his tailbone, flicking the tip of his tongu over the pink pucker at each pass. Troy buried his face in the bed covers and whimpered in delight. Aaron pulled Troy’s full, beautifully rounded cheeks apart for better access. Using his middle fingers, he spread the tight aperture open exposing the pink flesh just inside and went to work with his tongue. Stiffening it to a point, he tried to force as much inside the panting Troy as he could manage. The man’s masculine scent and the taste of his ass was driving Aaron into a frenzy of ass-eating lust. His cock bobbed and twitched beneath him as he feasted on Troy’s delectable ass. Reaching under, he grasped Troy’s impossibly hard member and stroked it slowly but with purpose while he continued his oral assault on the steaming hole.

Finally, he flipped Troy over onto his back and in the same motion, slid his long middle finger deep into Troy’s eager chute and swallowed his cock whole. Troy cried out in spite of himself and his cock erupted into Aaron’s mouth. He stifled himself, but his cock continue to fire sticky gobs of scorching man-juice into Aaron’s waiting oral cavity. Finally, he was left spent, gasping for air. Aaron stood and grasping his nearly 10 inches of throbbing cock, he stroked a couple of times and fired volley after volley of steaming cum onto Troy’s face chest and stomach.

Aaron leaned in and kissed Troy deeply, sharing the remnants of Troy’s own emission. Troy then gratefully scooped up Aaron’s deposits from his face and chest and greedily licked his fingers clean. Another deep kiss and Troy shared Aaron’s own cum with him.

“Fuck, Baby….you are so amazingly sexy. Every time we make love, you make me feel as if I were the only man on the planet. I want you to fuck me tonight, OK?” Aaron asked breathlessly.

“Well since you put it like that, I guess I’ll have to…” Troy said mocking indifference. In fact, the thought of getting his cock inside of Aaron was just about enough to begin to arouse him again. “Save it’ he thought to himself.

They were just finishing putting themselves back together when Dad called for everyone to assemble in the dining room. As they left Troy’s bedroom, they met Telly in the hall.

“Well…you boys look…refreshed” he said with a smirk. Aaron felt the heat rising from his collar.

Grinning lewdly, Troy replied “Jealous?”

Telly broke out in a broad grin. “Damn right. Jealous as hell”

“Whaaat? I didn’t know you swung that way, brother…”

Telly winked. “There are many things you don’t know about me, little brother.” And with that he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door leaving Troy slightly open-mouthed. There was a story or stories there somewhere and Troy planned on getting them out of Telly one way or another.

Dinner was a loud joyous affair, and Evie beamed as everyone layed on the compliments over her lovingly prepared feast. Soon there was much groaning and loosening of belts as they adjourned to the living room to chat and catch up. The boys seemed indefatigable and headed outside to play.

“So, Aaron…” Paul began “We know you are an attorney…what kind of law do you practice?”

Aaron smiled “Mostly corporate law. I have a number of clients under contract and I help them with such things as compliance and Human Resource issues. I do just about everything, though. My volunteer work includes a lot of family matters and property issues.”

“You do a lot of volunteer work?” Evie asked.

“Yes. I work with an organization called ‘Step Up’ which assists indigent and low-income clients with a wide range of legal matters.”

“He was just recently made Executive Director…and a partner at his firm” Troy added.

Paul looked suitably impressed. “When they brought me on as partner, I insisted that twenty percent of my billable hours had to be dedicated to pro-bono work. I guess they really wanted me.”

“Your dedication to the community surely must be a feather in their cap.” Noted Evie.

Aaron grinned. “Well…that’s how I sold them on the idea…”

By early evening, Telly’s sons were reaching the line where they stepped over into crankiness and it was time to pack up the family and head home. They each gave Aaron a warm hug and the two boys attached themselves to Aaron’s long legs. “Daddy, can we keep him?” brought a round of laughter.

“No, kids…I’m afraid that would make Uncle Troy very lonely….you don’t want that, do you?” Reluctantly, they let go. In a whirlwind of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I love you’s’ they were gone.

Aaron noticed that Evie had slipped out into the kitchen, and he followed, jumping right in to the cleanup effort. Before too long, they were functioning like a well-oiled machine and they had the kitchen spotless. Troy even helped clearing the dining table. She kept stealing glances at Aaron and smiling. Finally she turned to him. “I’m so glad you and Troy have found each other. He was so sad for so long, I was beginning to lose hope. There didn’t seem to be anything any of us could do or say to help him. We knew he was gay even when he was little. There was always something about him that was sweet and gentle. Of course, the children ate him alive when he was in school and we tried so hard to be supportive and let him come to grips with himself. Then his father died and it threw he and I into a bit of a tailspin. Here I was a widow with three kids. There just wasn’t enough of me to go around and I couldn’t protect him all of the time. There were times when I was truly frightened for him….” She trailed off. “…and for good reason. When I remarried, I thought we had turned a corner. Paul fell in love with all of my kids, but especially Troy, and it was mutual, thank heavens. Then he somehow got tied up in religion and the despair I saw in him was even deeper. He finally came out to the family and found that not only did we not judge him….we still loved him…with all our hearts. Anyway, I’ve never seen him happy like this…” She started to cry and Aaron stopped what he was doing and put an arm around her shoulder. He already knew most of Troy’s story, but he sensed that this was more for Evie than for his benefit. When she collected herself, she continued “Anyway….I will be eternally grateful to you for making him so happy….no pressure.” She laughed and Aaron found himself laughing right along with her.  A few minutes later, Paul poked his head into the kitchen and cleared his throat. When he had Aaron’s attention, he asked.

“I wonder if I could borrow you for a few minutes.” Aaron was fairly certain he didn’t have anything to worry about, but his heartrate accelerated nonetheless. Following Paul, they stepped outside onto the back deck, a redwood affair that stretched the entire length of the back of the house, overlooking an efficiently laid out back yard. A set of steps led down to the pool, which was hardscaped to look like a rocky lagoon. Beyond that was a dense garden including an immaculate vegetable patch. Paul led Aaron down to the pool deck and offered him a seat in one of the cushioned chairs.

When they were seated, Aaron cracked a wry smile. “Are you about to ask me what my intentions are toward your son?”

Paul laughed out loud. He had an uninhibited, genuine laugh which easily pulled Aaron in.

“You are every bit the lawyer, aren’t you?...well, not in so many words, but I guess so….You see, I love that kid as if he were my own flesh and blood. He’s so happy right now and I just want him to stay that way. He’s a good, good man. I’m a good judge of character, and I think you are a good man, too. Please don’t fuck it up…OK?”

“I promise….I only want to love him and make him happy.”

“I knew that, but it makes me feel better to hear you say it…So when are you getting married?”

Aaron laughed. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?...honestly, we haven’t really discussed it, but it has been on my mind. I’m sure you will be the first to find out when it happens….”

Aaron had been thinking about it more and more frequently and he had concluded that this is exactly what he wanted. So, the wheels began to turn in his mind and he began planning to make it happen.

They left early the following morning for the long drive back down the coast to an unseasonably warm and bright San Diego. After a day of cuddling together in the sun room watching a recording of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, eating plenty of Richards family feast leftovers, and several intimate interludes, they prepared to resume their work and prepare for Christmas.

The next weeks passed quickly, and soon they began to prepare for their trip to the east coast joining Aaron’s family in upstate New York. The family spent the holidays at their vacation home near Taconic Lake. It was secluded and private, tucked into the edge of the woods. Snow had already fallen, and it was cold, but no major storms were forecast for the holiday. This would be Troy’s first white Christmas, and he was looking forward to that aspect, but Aaron was nervous, and it tempered Troy’s good mood.

They connected into Albany and rented a car, choosing to drive the rest of the way. After a pleasant hour’s drive, they turned off of the road onto a long tree-lined lane leading to a rambling farm house backed up to a dense looking forest of beech, oak and ash trees. There was still some snow on the ground, but it was mostly melted, and while it was cold, it wasn’t numbingly cold, the afternoons being somewhat warm for this time of year. The house had a long front porch scattered with Adirondack chairs and rockers. It looked out over a rolling field cleared from the surrounding woods. To the left was a barn structure and several enclosed paddocks each of which featured a beautiful specimen of horse flesh. The long, low ground floor seemed to stretch on forever. The center section of the house was a two-story affair, with single story wings stretching off in both directions. Beyond the barn lay an orchard stretching over several acres. Neatly arranged rows in sections, one of apples, one of cherries, and one of a variety of nut trees including walnut and pecan.

As they parked the rental car along side several other cars and trucks, Aaron drew a deep breath and let it out with a nervous sigh.

Troy glanced at him. “Nervous?” he asked softly.

“I’m one gag away from throwing up…: Aaron said. “Promise me you aren’t going to go running away and not take me with you….” He said with a crooked grin.

“We are together….no matter what. OK?” Troy reassured him and reached for the door.

They could hear voices from inside as they stepped onto the porch. There was a lively debate going as to which was better, Yankee Sage dressing, or Cornbread dressing. Many voices chimed in and there was a good deal of laughter. Aaron frowned and looked around to make sure he was in the right place. This did not seem like his family at all. Holidays were staid, solemn affairs with everyone on their very best behavior. Aaron could never remember any fun to be had, but this seemed like a very jovial gathering. He tentatively rang the doorbell. There was a sudden commotion on the other side of the door, which was suddenly flung open. In the doorframe stood a very tall, thin man who looked to be nearly a twin of Aaron, only with a shock of gray hair, and the whitest, most genuine grin Troy had ever seen. He would have sworn he heard the little ‘ting’ and saw a flash of brilliant gleam from the man’s teeth. Next to him stood an equally tall, very statuesque woman with long blond hair and a charming upturned nose. Her eyes twinkled with humor and mischief. Troy’s first thought was how beautiful they were. Then he thought “…of course…look at Aaron”.

“Son!” The man’s deep voice boomed. Aaron found himself suddenly wrapped in his father’s arms. There was no reservation or hesitation. Only genuine affection. Then his mother joined the two of them. She whispered in Aaron’s ear “I’m so happy you are here.” Her voice catching with emotion.

“Who are you and what have you done with my parents?” Aaron frowned, his voice tinted with a slight tone of wonder. After a pause, they both burst out laughing. “We just need to catch up, son….” Then his eyes fell on Troy who was taking in the spectacle, fighting his own emotions to keep from losing it. He smiled warmly at Troy, and was joined by his wife.

“Dad? Mom?...I would like you to meet Troy Richards. Troy? These are my parents, Joseph and Martha.”

Martha regarded Troy for a moment, then stepped forward and embraced him. “I’m so happy to meet you, Troy” she said, pulling back and looking deep into his eyes. Troy was momentarily taken aback by the intensity of her gaze, then he simply showed her all of the love and respect he had for her son. She nodded once and stepped back. Joseph stepped up and grasped Troy’s hand. Leaning in, he whispered “Welcome to our family.” And with that he stepped back to reveal two stunningly beautiful young women, and an equally handsome young man, gathered just behind them. Troy was introduced to Ruth, Jacob, and Rachel, each of whom received the two of them enthusiastically.

Once inside, and outfitted with warm spiced cider made with apples from their own orchard. They sat to have some conversation before the rest of the day’s festivities commenced.

“I can’t tell you how happy your mother and I are to have you home with us this Christmas.” Joseph said, lifting his cup to Aaron and Troy. Aaron was trying his best to align this scene with what he remembered and it was like trying to fit a round peg into a square hole. His parents could plainly see his struggle on his face. They glanced at each other. Aaron decided just to go with it.

“I’m sorry I’ve stayed away so long. That wasn’t right…” he began.

“No, son….we don’t blame you at all. I was a bigoted asshole, and I said some unbelievably cruel things to you. When I should have been loving you and holding you tight, I elected to turn my back on you instead…” Joseph said.

“…and I went right along with him….we were so selfish” Martha could only look at her hands in her lap.

“Well….some things have happened that made me stop and take a look at myself. I’ve spent many long nights awake thinking things over, and coming to some painful conclusions.” He paused. It was obvious to Aaron and Troy that he was very emotional.

“You said some things have happened….what’s going on, Dad?”

“Well, about a year ago,I felt some odd lumps in my neck, and they wouldn’t go away. I went through a battery of tests and my doctor was trying his best not to use the C word until he could no longer avoid it. I have a form of Lymphoma. I had three months of chemo and it sent me into remission which is where I’m at today.” Aaron felt his scalp tingling and his heart lurch. “Fuck!” he thought to himself.

“More importantly, it was the kick in the ass I needed to get me thinking about my life. It got me thinking about you, Son. I talked a lot with Martha, and eventually with Ruth, Rachel and Jacob. I came to realize what a fool I was….about a great many things, but mostly about you. You are my son and I almost lost you forever. I thought I had lost you and I finally felt that pain and understood that it was my own doing. So here, in front of our family, and the man you’ve found to love, I am apologizing and I humbly beg your forgiveness. I love you, Son….undonditionally, and I have missed you so much…” He broke, tears streaming down his face. Aaron stared, open-mouthed, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing.

“Me too, Hon. I’m so sorry. I love you and I want my Aaron back…” Martha said, smiling through her own tears. In fact there was scarcely a dry eye in the room.

Aaron smiled, then broke into the most beautiful grin. “That’s all behind us now, OK? I love you guys….you too “ he said, addressing his brother and sisters. “I have my family back…” Aaron smiled as he turned to Troy “Thank you for getting me to make that call…” he said.

“Yes. Thank you, Troy…” Martha said. Troy’s heart was bursting because he could plainly see how happy Aaron was. The rest of the afternoon was spent in conversation, sometimes quiet and contemplative, more often boisterous and happy.

“Troy….We have been prattling on with each other and being very rude. Please, tell us a little bit about yourself.”

Troy smiled nervously. “There isn’t much to say. I’m 31 years old and I grew up in Northern California…in Palo Alto where Stanford University is. That is where I did my undergraduate and grad work. I got my Doctorate from Columbia.”

“Got yourself a Dr…..way to go, Son…” Joseph said, winking at Aaron. “So what is it that you do for a living?”

“I work for a lab…” Troy said offhandedly.

“Whoa….hold your horses just a second.” Aaron broke in. “He does work at a lab….one of the most preeminent biotechs in the world, and he manages clinical trials. He failed to mention that he is one of the most sought-after biochemists and researchers on the planet.”

Troy shuffled uncomfortably in his seat while the rest of the family regarded him with interest. After an uncomfortable silence, Jacob smirked “So…DOCTOR Richards…what in the heck are you doing with HIM?” which earned him a couch cushion in the face. The family broke into laughter and Troy relaxed noticeably. Troy hated to talk about himself and absolutely detested when others talked about him.

“Sorry, Honey….I’m just so proud of you….” Aaron said to him sheepishly. Troy smiled. He was forgiven…this time.

“So, can you tell us what you are working on?” Rachel asked.

“Well, I can’t be specific, but the main thrust of our business is cancer treatment. The project I am heading was a dismal failure for its intended target, but….I had a hunch and applied it in a couple of other scenarios and they are successful beyond our wildest dreams or expectations. If they make it through testing and trials, it will mean very successful treatments for several types of cancer. Like I said, I can’t be specific, but I can tell you that much…”

Everyone but Joseph looked at Troy with open admiration. There was something different in Joseph’s expression. He locked eyes with Troy and smiled a knowing smile. There was a hint of a far away look in his eyes and Troy frowned.

“I don’t know how I know…but I do. I just know….one of your treatments is going to cure…me”. There was dead silence in the room after Joseph uttered this thought and Troy found himself on the edge of his seat.

“I don’t know Mr. Wakemann…umm…Joseph” he paused “Can I call you Dad?” he asked quietly. Joseph smiled and the twinkle returned to his eyes.

“I wish you would…”

“I don’t know, Dad….I hope so….” Troy said, and his expression told everyone plainly: He would say no more about it.

The rest of the evening went on unremarkably, and the topics of conversation moved through Troy’s life from birth to present day, as well as catching up with Aaron. As the evening wore on, Troy felt more and more comfortable being around various and assorted Wakemanns. Surprising himself, he wasn’t even perturbed to having spent so much time talking about himself. He understood that this was about his parents and family taking the plunge into a loving, supporting relationship with their son, and now this obviously very important person in his life. In their lives from now on. He knew that Aaron’s parents were making a conscious effort to display their genuine love and support for him. He also knew that he was being appraised, and that didn’t bother him either. He was overjoyed that Aaron had family that loved and cared for him. Throughout the week and weekend, each spoke with him individually, sometimes several times throughout, and without fail, each told him how glad they were that he was among them now, and how they hoped to become close. Sitting side by side on the plane ride home, both men rested, Troy’s head on Aaron’s shoulder. Troy’s hand made its way into Aaron’s. They were beginning a new chapter in the long story that would be their life together.

Five Years Later…

Aaron slowly awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep. He rolled over to the cold, empty side of the bed. It still caused his heart to lurch, though he should be used to it by now. He inhaled deeply. The pillow still smelled of Troy and that brought comfort to Aaron. Rolling back onto his back, he pushed the covers off of his naked body, absently scratching his balls. The room was still quite dark and the clock on the bedside table proclaimed the hour. 4:15AM. Why was he awake so early on a Saturday, he wondered? Images of Troy began to flood his mind, and soon, the ache of missing him was replaced by horniness and his hand moved from his balls to his aching cock.

He slowly stroked the length of his cock, already slicked with a copious flow of pre-cum. The pleasurable sensations triggered his fantasies. Troy was kissing him, and he could feel the soft, velvet sensation of Troy’s lips on his. He could feel Troy’s tongue teasing his lower lip, and he opened his mouth to receive it. Troy’s tongue slid along Aaron’s and he could taste and feel it as they gently tongue-wrestled. Kissing Troy was perhaps one of the most pleasurable things he had ever done, and his arousal immediately shifted into high gear. He maintained a slow, stroking rhythm. He had never been the sort that relentlessly pounded out an orgasm when he jacked off. He felt Troy’s feather like kisses across his clavicles and his sculpted pectorals, teasing his nipples deliciously. Aaron gasped and moaned softly. He felt Troy’s sensuous descent along his rippling abdominals, his tongue dipping into his belly-button. That brought an extra gush of clear ball-honey to the surface. Soon, the air was permeated by the wet, sticky sounds of Aaron’s hand gliding up and down his long shaft, as well as his moans and cries as his pleasure intensified. He could see Troy’s eyes as they burned with fire, staring deep into his own as he paused. Lips only inches from his twitching cock.

Aaron’s mouth was agape as he felt the soft silky wetness of Troy’s own mouth closing about the dripping head of his cock. Almost without warning, thick cum exploded in long ropes from Aaron’s cock

“Ahhh…Ohhhhh FUUUCK….Oooohhhhhhhh.” he cried as ribbon after ribbon of dick-juice landed on his chin, chest and stomach, pooling his navel. His body was wracked with tremors of pleasure as his orgasm washed over him in waves, beginning with intensity at his cock and radiating outward.

Aaron found himself, his back arched and hips thrust into the air as the last of his ejaculate oozed from the gaping slit of his cock.

Spent, exhausted, and alone, Aaron collapsed on his bed and dozed. He dreamed of spooning Troy on the couch, feeding him popcorn as they watched some dreadful SYFY movie.

Aaron woke at 7:30AM with a smile, but it was soon wiped from his face by the empty bedroom and silent house. He sighed and rose to start his day, slipping on some shorts and making his way into the bathroom to relieve himself.

He went into the kitchen and started a half-pot of coffee. Retrieving his phone from the charger, he saw that he had a text message.

Good Morning, Love. I miss you like crazy and can’t wait to get my arms around you. I will be in the air by the time you get up and I should be home by early evening. Don’t make any plans for tonight or all day tomorrow. You’re going to be busy…

Aaron smiled to himself. Since his breakthrough discovery nearly four years prior, Troy was doing a great deal of traveling. With his looks and his tremendous accomplishment, he had become something of a rock-star in the biomedical world. He was a much sought-after lecturer and consultant and had been awarded several prestigious international prizes for his work. It meant that Aaron was often spending weeks at a time on his own, but the homecomings were all that much sweeter. He busied himself with work and been very successful himself. He missed his love, though. Sometimes to the point where he would waken in the middle of the night clutching for Troy next to him, but no one was there. He remained thrilled by Troy’s success and he wouldn’t begrudge him any opportunity or accolade, but there were times when the loneliness caught up with him, and he could not keep the tears at bay.

Friends rallied around him, trying to keep him occupied, and he found himself spending much of his leisure time going out and socializing with them. Blake had become very close with Aaron and when Troy was away, they spend most weekends doing activities together such as going to the beach, hiking in the mountains, or running. He seemed to have a natural comradery with Blake. Troy had left Genetechnics Lab and Blake had been promoted into the Lab Manager position. After a particularly nasty breakup, Blake had even moved in with Troy and Aaron for a month until he could get his affairs straightened out.  

As Aaron sat in the kitchen waiting for the coffee maker to deliver its elixir of life, a quick knock at the back door sounded and Blake let himself in.

“Is that coffee I smell? Bless you!” He said jovially, retrieving two mugs from the cabinet and pouring coffee for himself and for Aaron. “sugar and cream, right?” he asked, adding both to Aaron’s mug. He preferred his black and bitter. Aaron mumbled an affirmative response….

“Thanks…” he mumbled

“Bad morning? You seem a bit off…” Blake asked cheerily. A bit too cheerful for Aaron’s taste. Aaron rarely conversed much before he had finished a cup of coffee, worked out, and taken a shower. The, at least, he would feel human enough to interact with other people. Being alone for such long stretches did nothing to improve his mood. Even though, Troy would be home that evening, the sting of his absence still ached inside.

“It’s nothing….what beings you around this morning?”

“Nothing specific….just wanted to see my friend…and get some free coffee….”

“Dick…” Aaron harrumphed in mock indignation. He was actually glad for the company at that moment.

“No, but if you want, I’d be happy to provide…” Blake said suggestively. He never gave up trying to get into either Aaron or Troy’s pants, no matter how many times they rebuffed him. Aaron turned and regarded him reproachfully.

“Really?...You’re going to go there this morning?”

“What the hell….maybe if I can catch you with your defenses down…” he said, wriggling his brows comically.

“I love Troy….” Aaron protested.

“I know, but you want to fuck me…” Blake said matter-of-factly. “…and I sure as hell want to fuck you…”

“True….”Aaron paused “NO…this wouldn’t be a good idea by any stretch of the imagination…” he said, but he knew his resolve was weakening. He was horny as hell and hadn’t seen Troy in over a week. He was getting tired of dates with Rosy Palmer and her five sisters. He stared at Blake who regarded him expectantly. Blake was built, and there was something about him that was just so sexy.

“C’mon, Aaron…” Blake purred. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…” He stepped up to Aaron who practically towered over him, but there was no denying Blake’s alpha-male vibe. Aaron could practically smell it and he was instantly hard as a rock. Blake glanced down, noting Aaron’s condition, and looked back at him. A slow, smoky smile stretched across his face and he reached out to gently palm Aaron’s hard cock through his shorts. Aaron’s eye’s closed in pleasure and he sighed.

Blake slowly dropped to his knees and sensuously mouthed the hard organ through the fabric covering it. He deftly unbuttoned the shorts and pulled the zipper slowly down. Aaron was commando underneath his shorts and his pulsing member spreang into view. Blake gasped as he took in Aaron’s formidable manhood. “Fuck! That’s beautiful.” He whispered. He took a deep sniff, pulling in Aaron’s masculine odor. Aaron watched, completely entranced as Blake’s tongue snaked out and caressed the underside of the head. Shocks of pleasure shot from the bulbous head into Aaron’s brain and completely short circuited everything. He moaned and Blake smiled to himself. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed Aaron’s cock and slid about half-way down. The taste and feel of his friend’s cock inside his mouth, so long denied him, was overwhelming. He groaned deep in his throat and felt a gush of pre-cum erupt from his own impossibly hard cock. Holding Aaron in his mouth and savoring his manly flavor, Blake slid his shorts down far enough to free his aching cock. Stroking it slowly, he swallowed the remainder of Aaron’s cock, lodging it deep in his throat, and began to swallow, working his throat muscles against the surface of the man’s cock. Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the pleasure as Blake withdrew until only the head remained between his lips and swallowed him again. Keeping his lips and tongue loose, he pistoned slowly and deliberately7 up and down the considerable length of Aaron’s twitching rod. It wasn’t too long before Aaron, pushed his head back and forced him to relinquish his prize.

“Too good….” He panted “I’m close….”

Blake grinned wantonly as he rose to his feet. Taking Aaron’s hand, he led him into the living room, losing his shorts in the process. Pushing Aaron onto the couch, Blake spit into his hand and applied it to his puckering hole, quickly forcing two fingers inside. He aimed and let a healthy gob of saliva fall from his lips, landing on Aaron’s upright spike. He gently stroked the throbbing meat, slicking it with his spit, then he climbed aboard, Placing the blunt head at his aperture, he slowly bore down until it popped through the flesh ring. Aaron gasped, and Blake slowly forced several inched worth into his steamy hole before he paused to let the pain subside and to acclimate to the massive invader inside his anal cavity. Finally, he lowed himself until he felt Aaron’s wiry pubes touch his ass cheeks. He was fully impaled and off to the races.

Aaron began rapidly thrusting up into Blake’s furnace-hot hole, grunting with each thrust. Blake kept up a steady grunting cry, completely lost in the pleasure of the fucking that he was receiving. Neither of them heard the back door open. They were not aware of the presence in the doorframe, frozen in horror at the sight in front of him. Troy had managed to switch to an earlier flight after texting Aaron that morning and it was a non-stop, so he made it home in record time. He had hoped to surprise his love by arriving early, but instead his entire world was shattered.

Backing slowly into the kitchen, a stony expression on his face, he went directly to the back door and left, shutting it behind him. Inside his head, an endless scream tore through his very being, destroying everything as it went. Then he was in his car, driving aimlessly. Street signs and bus stops passed by outside and Troy was scarcely aware. He found himself on interstate 5 heading north. “I have to get home…” he thought to himself. “I have to go home. I will be safe there…” and the tears came at last.

Aaron and Blake had settled into a grove with Aaron barely able to hold on to keep from cumming. He was completely lost in the fuck with only the objective of getting off controlling him. Blake was barely hanging on under Aaron’s vigorous assault on his ass and both were only tangentially aware of their surroundings when then heard the sound of the back door closing, and both men froze in mid-stroke.

“What was that?” Aaron gasped.

“It was nothing….c’mon, babe…give it to me. Fuck me silly…” Blake breathed.

“No!!! It wasn’t ‘nothing’…get off me!” Aaron shouted, his face a mask of panic. He lifted himself up, practically dumping Blake on his ass and ran to the kitchen, half-hard cock flopping obscenely. He made it to the back door in time to see Troy’s car backing out of the drive through the window.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!! NOOOOOOOO!!!” Aaron screamed, and he knew in that moment that he had destroyed the most precious thing he had ever had or ever hoped to have. Blake appeared in the kitchen door, fastening his shorts, eyes wide.

“It was Troy, and he’s gone….he’s fucking gone…” Aaron said blankly, collapsing to his knees.

“Shit! What can I do?” Blake said placing his hand on Aaron’s shoulder.

Aaron looked at him, and Blake could see the desolation in his eyes. It was something of a revelation to Blake. He just never conceived of being truly in love and completely joined to another person. Guys, to Blake, were just playgrounds for his libido. Straight…Gay…Married…Single….it didn’t matter to him because he simply couldn’t conceive of a relationship for himself, so it never occurred to him that such a relationship might be possible for others. Everyone was fair game as far as Blake was concerned. He could never understand, Troy and Aaron’s devotion to one another and thought that if he just persisted, they would eventually see the possibility of pleasure and let him in. It wasn’t until he looked into Aaron’s eyes in that moment and saw the complete loss there, that he realized what he had done. He had yet to fully comprehend the scope of the damage, but he knew intuitively that he had stepped over a line that he shouldn’t have. “I’m sorry, Aaron….I didn’t mean to…”

“Yes…yes you did mean to…” Aaron hissed. His eyes were full of venom, now. “…and I let you do it. I fucking welcomed you…Go home, Blake….”

“C’mon Aaron…”

“Go home, Blake. Don’t come back.” He said, icily. “You’re not a friend…you don’t have the slightest idea what that even means…and I’m not any better…get out!” he stared blankly at the floor while Blake finished dressing and made his way out the door. Once he was alone, Aaron tried desperately to call Troy, but each attempt went unanswered.

Some six hours later, Paul and Evie answered their door to find a decimated Troy standing on their doorstep. No words were spoken as they enfolded him in their arms and pulled him inside. Troy was so empty, he felt as though he would crumble into shards and blow away on the chill wind. He had cried most of the way there, driving on through his misery. Now the tears came afresh but at least he was home.

Aaron tried calling Troy’s phone but there was no answer, so he left message after desperate message. These were interspersed with text messages, but he was getting no response from Troy at all. Eventually the calls started going directly to voicemail. When Troy did not return that night, or the next day, Aaron settled in with a fresh bottle of Jamison until he finished it and no longer cared about anything. He was alternately furious with himself and deeply depressed. He suspected that Troy had gone home and was with his parents, and the thought of attempting to contact them was so mortifying, he had to dismiss the thought. He finally settled on a deep despair and began to numb to all other feelings and emotions. He found that he was able to function in a semblance of normalcy and he could begin to think about going back to work, not knowing what else to do. He was completely adrift.

Troy spent most of the week rarely leaving his room, only to eat and use the restroom. Sleep seemed to deaden the pain, so he did a lot of it. When he wasn’t sleeping, he turned his life over and over in his mind. He steeped himself in betrayal and loss and he wept. He wept until he could cry no more and he began to think about what to do next. None of his thoughts made any sense, so he did nothing.  After a week, Paul and Evie could bear no more. They came to his room and let themselves in. They got into bed with him, cocooning him in the middle and wrapped their arms around him, giving him all of the love they could manage.

“Son, this has to stop.” Said Paul, gently. “Your Mom and I will not stand by and watch you eat yourself up from the inside out. You’re too good a person, and we love you way too much. It’s time to come back to us…do you hear me?”

“I don’t even know where to start…” Troy said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Let’s start with some basics…” said Evie, pushing stray hair from his face. “Have you talked to Aaron?”

“No, Mom….I don’t even know what I would say…” he said, fighting the urge to break down again.

“Do you still love him?” She asked.

“That’s just it…I do, but it hurts so much….and every time I even think about what he did, I get so angry…I just want to punch him in the face!” Troy growled.

“That understandable, love. Maybe it’s better if you talk to him from here instead of in person, then” She quipped and actually got a smile from Troy. It was short lived. “….what you have to decide is if you can forgive him. You have to get over that hump before you can move on…Whether it’s with Aaron, or someone else….” She said, softly stroking his hair.

Evie and Paul exchanged a meaningful glance at one another before Paul continued.

“Son, I’m going to tell you something that you might find upsetting, but I think this is the right time to open up to you….”

“OK, Dad….can we move this to the kitchen? I’m actually a bit hungry…” Evie chuckled. She knew there would be some difficult times yet to come, but she also knew that the worst of the crisis was past for Troy.

They sat at the kitchen counter and Troy munched on Quesadillas that Evie had quickly prepared when Paul began again.

“You know your mother and I have had our own trials in the past, right?”

“I always assumed you have had disagreements, sure…” Troy answered.

“Well, more than that…” Evie said. “Early on, I guess you were about twelve…I almost broke us apart.” She stared into her coffee cup as she spoke. “I stepped outside of our marital bounds, Troy… I had an affair. We only met a few times, but Paul discovered some emails and found out. It almost wrecked us. It almost wrecked him.” Troy stared at both of them in shock. He had never had the slightest idea that this had happened.

“You’re still together…” he stammered. “It seems like your marriage is so tight.”

“It is, Son….It is. We had to do some hard work to get here, but we did it, and it was worth it.” Paul said. “I trust your mother completely, and I love her more than my own life…” He smiled warmly at Evie, and she returned his gaze, an expression of complete love and adoration on her face.

“The worst was forgiving myself…” said Evie. “It took years, but with Paul’s support and help, I believe our relationship is stronger than it ever could have been otherwise.” Troy regarded them both. He knew he had to do some serious thinking and some decisions had to be made, and soon. Their conversation continued on into the early evening, as Paul and Evie shared with their son everything they did to repair and remake their relationship. Troy began to hope that something like that could happen for him. He still loved Aaron with all of his being, but the thought of confronting him made his stomach lurch.

Troy laid awake night after night, going over and over his life in his head, until the immediate pain began to dull like an over-used knife. By morning, the blade didn’t seem to cut so readily anymore, and Troy began to steal himself to go home.

After shutting himself away from everyone and everything, Aaron was exhausted. His partners at work had commented on his haggard appearance and lackluster bearing. Fortunately his work had not suffered, but it was still not the same person they had grown to know and respect. It was obvious, even to the casual observer, that something was wrong. The partners had suggested that he take some time off and try to recoup. They quickly divided up his case load and sent him on his way. Aaron returned to his empty home, something he had not yet become accustomed to, and packed a bag. Quickly booking a flight for Boston, Aaron headed for home.

When he arrived on his doorstep, and rang the bell, Joseph answered the door.

“Aaron! What a surprise…why didn’t you call us and let us know you were coming?” then Joseph took a closer look at his son. He looked tired. No, exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes and he appeared to have lost weight. His clothes hung on him as if carelessly tossed. It was so unlike his usually well appointed appearance. His eyes struck Joseph right away. They were dull and listless, swollen from crying. He frowned

“Where is Troy?...” he asked, but had already guessed the answer. Aaron’s tears confirmed it.

“He left me, Dad…he’s gone. I think he went to his parents’…I don’t know.”

Joseph ushered his son into the house and closed the door behind him. Grasping him by the shoulders, he forced Aaron to look at him. “What happened?”

“It’s my fault, Dad….I really fucked up.” Joseph bristled a little at the use of profanity, but he also wasn’t above dropping an occasional F bomb, so it was quickly dismissed.

“I’m sure you feel terrible, but you just need to rest a while and think. Surely it can’t be so bad you can’t fix it….” He began.

“I screwed around on him, Dad…I had sex with another guy…in our home. He walked in on us.”

Joseph’s face fell. He was immediately filed with a maelstrom of emotions. He had only grudgingly come to accept Aaron the way he was, and in the past years had become comfortable with him. Not only that, he had come to like and even love his son-in-law, and he cared for them both very deeply, but this threatened to upset his very carefully constructed foundation. He was not at all prepared to acknowledge all aspects of Aaron’s sexuality and that they were completely comparable to his own. Just because Aaron was gay, didn’t mean he wasn’t a man, and that he was somehow super-human. That he wasn’t immune to the kinds of threats and temptations every other straight male faced.  He had worked very hard to not only tolerate, but to accept Aaron, because ultimately, he had decided that having his son in his life was more important than hanging on to certain antiquated notions and mores about what was right or wrong. He determined not to lose his hard-won gains.

“Wow! That’s bad…” he said somberly. “C’mon in and let’s talk about it….Do you want to wait until your mother gets home?”

“No, Dad….I wanted to talk to you….I don’t know what to do. I love Troy and I never meant for any of this to happen. I don’t even know what I was thinking….well, I wasn’t thinking…of anything but me, and my own wants. That’s just it…I don’t even know why I did it….” He went on to relate the whole tale to his father, leaving out the graphic details of course. Joseph listened patiently and let him talk himself through it. He had learned that the best policy was to simply listen and let Aaron work through his own problems. Finally, just before Martha was set to arrive home from her shopping excursion, Joseph offered some advice.

“Look, Son….I will say right up front. I love you, and that isn’t going to change. I’m disappointed, but I still love you no matter what. I also love Troy, and that was a very unkind thing you’ve done, To put it mildly…Nevertheless….you say you still love him….”

“I do, Dad…”

“He’s a good man, Aaron. I know how much you love him, and I also know he loves you. You decide. Is it worth fighting for? Are you willing to do what you need to do to get yourself right-side up and then to fix your relationship with Troy?”

“I’m not so sure it can be fixed.” Aaron said dejectedly. “He didn’t ever even say anything, he just left. Fuck! What am I going to do?”

“Only you can answer that, but whatever you do, our door is always open…” Joseph hugged him tightly and silently prayed that Aaron would be alright and would find happiness again.

Aaron stayed on for several days. He told his mother that evening, and though she tried, she couldn’t hide her distress. She had truly come to love Troy and she ached for the pain her son was going through. Like most parents, they lived and died on the tides of their children’s lives, and the family drew together to love Aaron and give him the support he needed. He rested safely in his family’s embrace and after two days, he appeared more rested when he announced that he had to get back. He had clients that were counting on him, so he booked a flight and made his return to San Diego, though he felt no joy. All he could do was mull over in his mind what he could do to try to win Troy back.

He arrived at home late in the evening, and quickly deposited his bag and clothes in the bedroom, opting for running shorts and a tank. There were quite a number of messages waiting for him, several from Blake which he deleted without listening to. Several others were from co-workers or his partners, and he quickly composed a list of items to follow up on the next day when he returned to the office. Several friends were looking for Troy and were unable to find him. Those left him in a deep funk. He finally settled in on the couch and with the aid of some vodka, he fell into a fitful sleep.

Early the next day, he returned to work, but he was morose and ill-humored. Not the Aaron that everyone knew and he didn’t think he would ever be that person again. As he ate his lunch in his office, he picked up the phone and called the Gay and Lesbian Center where he got a reference for a therapist. Calling the number given to him, he made an appointment, hoping that he would be able find a way to stop the downward spiral his life had become.

The months passed and before either of them realized it, a year had gone by since that disastrous day when Troy arrived home early, and his life had been shattered. He had moved in permanently with his parents, and they asked nothing of him. He hadn’t talked to Aaron in all that time, but he thought of him every day. Sometimes it was with anger and frustration. Others, it was with longing and affection. The latter were much more frequent as time went on. Deep inside, he maintained the hope that somehow, it would all work out, but time continue to pass without any movement from either quarter.

Troy was spending much of his time writing during the days when his parents were working or otherwise occupied. He wrote in his journal, and he consulted with colleagues on their papers when asked. He was writing in his journal one afternoon when the doorbell rang. Both parents were out, so Troy answered the door. A young woman stood outside, the bicycle she was riding leaning against her side and she had a messenger bag over her shoulder.

“May I help you?” Troy asked hesitantly

“I have a delivery for Troy Richards.” She said absently, reading his name from her phone.

“I’m Troy Richards…”

She smiled at him and pulled a long narrow box from her bag along with an envelope, handing them to Troy. “Sign here…” she said, handing Troy her phone. Using his finger, he scribbled a signature and returned the phone to her.

“Thank you…Have a great day!” she said cheerily and mounting her bicycle, pedaled off down the street.

Troy took the delivered goods into the foyer and opened the box. Inside was a single long stem white rose. He opened the envelope to find a beautiful card. Inside the card was blank with the exception of a handwritten phone number. Troy immediately recognized Aaron’s phone number and his heart froze for a second, then he smiled. Leaving them on the table, he returned to his writing, noticing that the world seemed to be just a tiny bit brighter than it had just a moment ago. He still couldn’t bring himself to call that number yet.

Over then next two weeks, a similar delivery arrived every other day, each time a single white rose and a card with a phone number. After a dozen individual roses, the next delivery was a dozed ruby red roses. This time the card said “I’’m sorry” and the phone number. Troy was still sitting on the couch staring at the flowers in his hand when his Father arrived home. He looked at his son and picked up the card and read it.

“Son?”

“I know, Dad…He’s trying”

“This has gone on way too long, Son….You either have to give him a second chance, or end it once and for all…it’s past time to move on” Paul said in a very serious tone.

“You’re right, Dad…” Troy paused. “Do you still love me?” he asked. Paul’s heart broke

“Of course I do….your mother and I both…and I’m pretty sure Aaron does, too….There, you know which way I hope you chose….but we will love and support you no matter what.”

Troy considered what his father said for a long moment “I think I agree with you, Dad…I’m scared, though.”

“I know….call him” Paul said, squeezing Troy’s shoulder.

Troy’s heart was pounding as he dialed the number and listened to it ring.

“Troy?”

“Hi Aaron…”

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to call….Thank you” Troy heard a distinct catch in Aaron’s voice.

“It’s about time, right?” Troy asked. He was feeling less and less trepidatious the longer he was on the line with Aaron. Hearing his voice brought back many feelings and emotions, and Troy was surprised that they were not the bitter, angry ones. He felt a tingling hearing Aaron’s voice and memories of how right they had been when they were together. He felt hope for the first time in a long while.

“Look…” Aaron said. “I just want to talk with you….face to face. Can you handle that?” he asked.

“Of course…” Troy answered surprised again at how buoyed he sounded.

“I will see you tomorrow, then….meet me at the park by your parents place at noon….I’ll bring lunch.”

Troy smiled to himself. A picnic…it was almost like a first date again and he found himself looking forward to it.

“I will see you then…” he smiled. Disconnecting the call, he returned to his journal and his writing took on an entirely different spirit.

Aaron was overjoyed, but he worked very hard to temper his elation with a dose of realism. He had worked very hard on himself and had undergone some very painful self-discovery. He had to keep the thought in his mind that his relationship with Troy might just be irreparable, but he was going to give it his best shot, though. He gathered his overnight bag and quickly packed what he needed. Within minutes, he had booked a flight to San Jose which was the closest he could get on short notice, and he had booked a car and hotel room. He had to check himself in order to concentrate on driving to the airport, but soon he was in the air and spent the short flight going over and over in his mind what he would say and how he would approach Troy. He anticipated that sleep would be difficult, but he slept surprisingly well.

Showered, shaved and looking his best, he left with plenty of time to stop by the deli, Troy and his family had once taken him to where he picked up subs and chips as well as a couple of bottles of sparkling water and some fresh fruit. He was waiting on a bench by the pond at 11:30, taking no chances. He knew the importance of this occasion and he wasn’t about to spoil it by being late or unprepared. As he sat on the bench and waited, his mind went to the first time he met Troy, and he realized he had some of that sensation and emotion still left in him. He knew he had a lot to make up for, and he hoped beyond hope that he would be afforded the opportunity.

Troy spotted him immediately and paused for a moment, just watching him from behind. He had not been prepared for how his heart leapt when he caught sight of Aaron sitting alone on a bench facing the pond. His mind replayed the thoughts he had spent much of his time entertaining since the night he had left. He had thought it over and reviewed his thoughts time and time again. The conclusion he had come to was that on balance their life had been good and he still loved Aaron. They could let Aaron’s horrendous breach kill their relationship completely, or they could work through it. Troy felt deep in his heart that it was worth trying to work through, but it would take a lot of effort for Troy to trust Aaron again.

He approached cautiously and reached out to tentatively touch Aaron’s shoulder. Aaron started as if being suddenly woken from a nap. When he turned and saw Troy, he smiled, genuinely happy to see him. Troy sat on the bench next to his estranged partner.

“Hi Babe…” he said gently, and an expression of gratitude passed across Aaron’s face at the endearment.

“Hi yourself…” he smiled, turning back to look at the pond. The surface of the calm water was dotted with ducks and swans, and in the late afternoon haze, it seemed almost ethereal.  A year had gone by since he had spoken to Troy and much had happened in his world since then. Now, sitting with Troy had a certain comforting sense of Déjà vu.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me….I know you didn’t have to…I really am grateful.” Aaron began.

“Aaron…stop. You don’t have to walk on eggshells with me….It’s Troy…your Troy….just talk to me….”

Aaron turned to face Troy and his anguish was now plainly visible. “Troy….I don’t even know where to start…”

“Start with this…I’m glad to see you. I’ve missed you and I want to know how you are doing…”

Aaron sighed and examined his hands in his lap. “I’m fucked up, Troy…but I’m getting to understand me a little more and I’m getting better…”

“Are you seeing anyone?” Troy asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer. He had not dated at all, though he had been asked and even pursued. The mere thought of going on a date had upset Troy so much, he had a visceral, sick reaction. No, Aaron was always on his mind, allowing no room for anyone else.

“No…I couldn’t inflict myself on anyone else, besides…no one else is you. Wait, check that….I’m seeing my therapist…three times a week.”

This was news to Troy, and it gave him pause. “Seriously?”

“Oh yes, seriously. When you left, I was so messed up. Don’t get me wrong, your leaving was horrible, but I was already messed up. I had to find out what was wrong with me. Why I would hurt the one person I love more than anything. Why I would destroy the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me….”

Troy simply stared with an open mouth. He had spent so much time blaming himself. Wondering why he wasn’t emough. What was it about him that would make Aaron do something so completely disrespectful as to fuck another guy in their bed…and his best friend no less…well, former best friend. Now, Aaron was telling him it wasn’t his fault.

“Wow….I always blamed myself. I kept going over and over in my mind…what did I do, or not do to make you hate me…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh Troy…I never hated you. I love you more than anything. I just had some problems deep down inside that I didn’t understand, and I fucked up. I’ve been working really hard to find out what those things are and with my therapist’s help, deal with them.”

Troy’s gaze pierced Aaron and he held that gaze for several long minutes, as if he were peering deep into Aaron’s soul.

“What?” Aaron asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s twice you’ve said that…that you love me…in the present tense.”

“I do, Troy. I always will. That will never change. I will love you until the day I die, and there won’t be any others…like I said, anyone else wouldn’t be you…” Aaron sat staring at his hands in his lap, afraid to see Troy’s face. Afraid to see what he was thinking. “Even if you decide you will never see me again…You are it for me, Troy. If you want me to beg, I will…” Suddenly, Aaron dropped to his knees to Troy’s shock. “I’m begging you….please forgive me. Give me another chance. I’ve learned so much about myself…I know I could be a good partner for you, Troy. A true partner…” he started miserably at the ground. After a moment, Troy recovered from his shock and lifted Aaron from the ground.

“Please….don’t do that. You don’t need to do that…ever. C’mon, now….who am I anyway? I can’t judge you…you made a mistake, true. You really shook me, and I doubted myself. That’s not right either. I want us to take a do-over…”

“Do-over?” Aaron stared intently, though not understanding exactly where Troy was headed, but he felt uplifted and hopeful. He looked to Troy imploringly, waiting for him to take the lead and explain what he meant.

“Let’s start over….not exactly from the beginning, rather a fresh start.” Troy said. He had a puzzled look on his face, and he was definitely making it up as he went along, but it felt like the right thing to do, so he just went with it. “I’m coming home. It won’t be like it was before, but I want to give us a chance to see if we can get there again. Don’t expect me to leap into bed with you right away, because that isn’t going to happen. We need some time to get to know each other as we are now…We need to work through some things before I can trust you. And I’m telling you now, there is every possibility that we won’t be able to make it work…but I want us to give it a chance…can you do that?”

Aaron stood and walked a few paces toward the pond. Without turning, he said “Whatever it takes, Troy…I will give it my best. I just want you back….”

“That’s all I can ask…” said Troy. “Now, let’s see what you brought us for lunch. I’m actually hungry” he said, opening the bag Aaron had placed on the bench and sorting through the contents, bringing out sandwiches and chips. They ate, engaging in small talk, that became more familiar and intimate as the afternoon went on. Finally, Troy rose to leave “I will see you at home day after tomorrow, OK?”

Aaron smiled, this time genuinely with a sense of relief. This afternoon had gone better than he could have hoped for. “Thank you, Troy….I love you….I will see you at home…”

The words didn’t chafe at Troy as he walked back to his parent’s house. The truth was, he had to admit, that he loved Aaron as well. He had been hurt, severely, but the pain had faded, and his attraction to Aaron remained. There was something very important about that. Something for him to consider. The words didn’t chafe at all. He was, deep in his heart, glad to hear them. Now to find out exactly what they meant to Aaron.

As he packed his clothes and loaded up his car for the long drive back to San Diego, he thought about the hurt. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this plenty of times over the previous year. Was he missing anything about it? He had come to the conclusion that he had over-reacted, and once the ball was rolling, seemed powerless to stop it. Aaron had betrayed him, certainly, but Troy’s normally rational mind had simply collapsed and receded into the background and he had run purely off of emotion. He should had talked with Aaron much sooner, before they had spent so long apart. This he faulted himself for. He knew that Aaron was acting in deference to the hurt he had caused and letting Troy make any moves toward reconciliation. The strength of Aaron’s feelings for him were apparent to Troy which made him ache inside. He hoped he had not made Aaron stew too long. “We will find out…” he spoke to himself.

Troy arrived at his beach house in San Diego late in the afternoon the following day. His parents had been understandably sad to see him go, but they both assured him that he was doing the right, logical thing. He was so grateful to them for being there, when many of his peers had strained or non-existent relationships with their parents. Aaron was still at work, so Troy let himself into the house with the hidden door key. Nothing in the house had changed. It was like it was carefully preserved from the day he left. He spent the next hour or so properly arranging his belongings in the guest bedroom. As he had assured Aaron, life was not simply going to pick up where they left off. There was a lot of ground for both of them to make up before that could happen.

Aaron arrived home at around 7:00 PM with a small bouquet of flowers which Troy received with a smile, and a gentle peck on Aaron’s lips. Instinctively, Aaron reached up and pressed his fingers to his lips where Troy had kissed him. He was not expecting that, but the warmth with which it was offered spread throughout his body. They quickly decided both were too tired to cook and ordered in a pizza instead. After a comfortable meal and equally comfortable conversation, they bid each other good night with another affectionate kiss and adjourned to their separate bedrooms.

Life eased into a set of familiar patterns, though Troy noted many differences from their previous life. Aaron was very attentive and attuned to Troy’s wants and needs, and all of the things he seemed to take for granted before, he no longer did. Troy realized that he had also been complacent, and he needed to step up his game. What both men discovered as time went on, was that their relationship was once again becoming front and center for both of them, and there were no more questions about whether or not they would be together. Neither wanted any other conclusion.

Troy had been home about a month, when Aaron surprised him with a home cooked meal already prepared and arranged on the dining table complete with candles and soft music. As they ate, they said little, but each had the other’s undivided attention throughout. Aaron was becoming nearly as accomplished in the kitchen as Troy was, and the meal was delicious. As they ate and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, Troy once again was struck with Aaron’s stunning good looks and sexiness. He took in the mesmerizing eyes and full, kissable lips. When the meal drew to a close, Troy excused himself and rushed to his bathroom to quickly brush his teeth. Unbeknown to him, Aaron was doing the same. They met in the hall outside of their bedrooms and couldn’t help but laugh. Abruptly, Troy stepped up to Aaron and drew him into an embrace.

Their lips met, softly and something unexpected happened. Each man saw fireworks inside his head and that delicious current ran through them almost like an electrical shock. It was as powerful as the first kiss, and their love blossomed and surrounded both of them. Aaron felt Troy’s tongue part his lips and slip into his mouth, exploring every recess he could reach. Tears coursed down Aaron’s cheeks as he returned Troy’s kiss with interest. He had been convinced he would never feel this again, and here he was with his love in his arms again where he belonged. Aaron ran his hands slowly up Troy’s arms to cup his face and their kiss intensified. Both men were painfully hard and their erect cocks strained against each other through the fabric of their pants. Troy gently teased Aaron’s nipples through his shirt, making whimpering noises deep in his throat.

Aaron backed them into the master bedroom without breaking their kiss. In his mind, he never wanted to be any farther from Troy than he was at this very moment. Troy’s hands caressed his shoulders and chest, slipping around his waist and cupping his ass-cheeks. He was telegraphing his desire to fuck Aaron, and Aaron was more than ready.

Their clothing seemed to melt away, until they were completely naked, and finally, their kiss broke. Both took in the sight of the other’s naked form as they stood gasping for air. Aaron, pushed gently on Troy’s shoulders and sat him on the side of the bed, dropping to his knees between Troy’s strong legs. Aaron was displaying his complete surrender to Troy, something which he felt needed to be done, for both of them. He gazed lovingly into Troy’s heavily lidded eyes as he lifted the straining erection to his lips. He laid a series of soft, delicate kisses over the surface of his lover’s cock, the tip of his tongue snaking out to collect the clear pre-cum. Using the fingers of both hands and his lips and tongue, he worshipped Troy’s cock, eyes locked on Troy’s the whole time. Finally, he opened his spit and juice-soaked lips and slid them over the angry purple head of Troy’s cock, swallowing him to the balls.

Troy threw his head back with a guttural cry as he felt himself enclosed in pure warm, wet pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this so after only a few bobs of Aaron’s head, Troy pulled his dripping cock from the heat of Aaron’s hungry mouth. He loved the feel of Aaron’s mouth and second to sucking him off, it was his favorite sex act that they shared with each other, but there were other plans for this evening.

Pulling Aaron up to the bed, Troy maneuvered him onto his hands and knees and took up his place behind him. Parting Aaron’s ass cheeks, his pink, puckering hole bared in its delicious glory, Troy dove in, tongue first. Aaron cried out with pleasure as he felt the lingual invasion. Troy licked from taint to tailbone, bathing Aaron’s asscrack with saliva. Settling in on the pucker, he flicked the tip of his tongue at it rapidly, then with broad, firm strokes. Aaron writhed on the bed, pushing his ass back against Troy’s face,

Using his middle fingers, Troy spread Aaron’s hole open, exposing the pink walls which he bathed with his tongue. Making it as firm as he could, he stuck the point of his tongue into the hole. Fucking gently. Troy’s cock was twitching in anticipation of finding itself inside Aaron. First things first, though.  He slid a finger inside of Aaron, pushing

 a gob of spit inside. With that as lube, his finger slide easily in and out, eliciting moans from Aaron. Crooking his finger just so, he discovered Aaron’s love-nut and stimulated it. Aaron cried out and buried his face in the duvet cover as his cry rose to a scream of pleasure.

A second finger and then a third worked their way inside Aaron’s steaming tunnel, stretching the sphincter open until he could feel it relax. Aaron sighed softly with the welcome invasion. His heart was singing because he had wanted this moment more than even he realized. Troy maneuvered behind Aaron and lifted his leg, exposing his entrance in preparation. Grasping his steel-hard spike, he gently teased Aaron’s hole with the head, pushing a little harder each time he stroked the outer surface with it, until it popped past the clutching sphincter muscle and slipped inside. Aaron gasped when the head of Troy’s cock entered him. Using his other hand, Troy turned Aaron’s face to him and kissed him deeply as his cock slowly sank into the warm depths of Aaron’s ass. Once he bottomed out, the current running between them amplified exponentially. It was as if a circuit had been completed and the full power of their sexual chemistry flowed.

Overcome with lust, Troy began to thrust rapidly, eliciting grunts and moans of pleasure from Aaron. No words were spoken. None were needed, only this carnal connection. The feel of their nakedness against each other. The brush of fingertips. The caress of lips. The exhalation of breath in a soft moan. The cry of pleasure. The sight of smooth flesh along a collar bone. The taste of the other’s tongue. All of the ingredients needed to drive both Troy and Aaron right to the edge.

Aaron had never felt so full, and yet it was familiar. Troy’s cock was buried in his ass to the balls where it should be. Both Troy and Aaron were tingling, and the sensations deep within the root of their cocks had begun to grow toward mutual explosion. Troy was long-dicking Aaron’s hole now, withdrawing until the head barely remained inside and then sliding in to the root again and again. Aaron was doing some amazing things with his internal muscles against Troy’s bursting cock.

Still no words were necessary as Troy thrust into Aaron’s waiting ass, his loins slapping against Aaron’s ass cheeks providing a steady slap-slap-slap. Aaron grunted with each inward thrust as Troy picked up speed. His orgasm was imminent and he began to fuck hard. Aaron was inspired by Troy’s lustful fucking, grabbing his bouncing cock and stroking in time. Their moans reached a fever-pitch and both men erupted at once, Troy hosing down Aaron’s interior channel with steaming cum and Aaron shooting hard enough to catch himself in the face. Aaron’s powerful orgasm was enough to send ripples and spasms over the surface of Troy’s exploding cock inside his ass. Aaron’s physical response drove Troy’s orgasm on and on. He had never quite cum like this before and he nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

Finally, they collapsed in a heap, Troy’s diminishing cock sliding from Aaron’s hole with a lewd plopping sound. Troy wrapped his arms around Aaron and held him tightly against him, and they made the collective, unspoken decision to forgo cleanup for the moment and sleep instead.

Aaron woke some hours later, 1AM according to the clock beside the bed. He urgently felt the need to relieve his bladder, but he ant Aaron seemed to be tie into some sort of knot. Working diligently to extract himself without waking Aaron, he failed miserably and Aaron’s eyes fluttered open. At first, there was a look of confusion, then a brief moment of panic.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“Fine….I just need to pee. I’ll be right back, I promise…” Troy whispered. He padded across the room to the bathroom and managed to take care of business without any mishaps. When he returned to bed, Aaron seemed more fully awake.

“Troy? Truthfully…How are we?” Aaron asked.

Troy thought for a moment. “Truthfully? I’ve never stopped loving you, and I’ve always wanted us to be together like we are supposed to be. We’ve come a long way in this last month since I’ve been home. It isn’t like it was before and I don’t think it ever will be, but this is real, Aaron. I can live with that. We are together and it isn’t perfect. It’s real.”

Aaron seemed to turn Troy’s words over in his mind. “I love you Troy….and I belong to you. You frighten me…you infuriate me sometimes…you inspire me….you confuse me….I wouldn’t want it any other way, though. Can I rest, now? Are you here to stay?”

Troy saw a hint of desperation in Aaron’s eyes. Something he had not seen before and it affected him deeply. “I’m not going anywhere, Aaron…just keep talking to me, OK?”

Aaron’s eyes were wet, but he smiled the most beautiful smile. Troy gathered him into his arms and held him as they slept. It was the first time in over a year that Aaron did not dream.

Epilog…

The alarm sounded at 5:30 AM, and Troy and Aaron both woke with a start. Today was an important day, and there were things to do. Both men made their way to the bathroom and shared the toilet bowl to relieve straining bladders. A quick brush of teeth, and they quickly pulled on dressing gowns and headed down the hall. Aaron made his way to the kitchen and started brewing the coffee, while Troy began the super-human task of waking Devin and his sister, Marie.

Letting himself quietly into Devin’s bedroom, he had to smile at the ungodly knot of sheet, comforter, and teenager on the bed. Somehow Devin managed to sleep in positions that would make a cat jealous.

He gently shook the young man’s shoulder. “C’mon Dev…..wake up, Buddy. It’s graduation day!”

Devin groaned and rolled over, pulling a flap of sheet over his face. Troy could see that more drastic measures were in order. Backing up several paces, Troy took a running leap and landed directly on top of the sleeping teenager, drawing a horrified cry.

“Jeez, Poppa! What in the hell are you doing! Are you trying to kill me???”

Troy merely grinned at his son, now trapped beneath him. “When I said ‘wake up’, I meant right now….” He chuckled.

“OK. OKI….I”m awake….now get off of me!” Devin croaked in his best early-morning-cranky voice. Troy laughed and peppered his face with kisses before extracting himself. Devin sat up with a grin. “I love you, too….ya butthead!”

“Careful, child of mine. I would hate to have to turn you over my knee and spank you on your high school graduation day…” Troy warned in mock seriousness.

“You could try…” Said Devin with a sarcastic smirk.

“Do I need to remind you how it went last time you challenged me?” Troy said, cracking his knuckles and taking a step toward him.

“NO….no….never mind…I’m up, OK? No need to go all Game of Thrones on me…” Devin laughed. He had been most unceremoniously put in his place last time and was not in any hurry to relive that humiliating experience. “Is Dad up?”

“Yeah…he’s making coffee…Let’s go make sure your sister is up…you know how long it takes her to get ready for….anything.” They both laughed and headed for Marie’s room.

Aaron could hear the sounds of husband and kids throughout the house and he had to marvel at their lives. He and Troy had celebrated their 20th Anniversary just two months ago and they were happier than ever. They had raised a pair of great children, both adopted. Marie first as a tiny baby born to a heroin addicted mother. She had experienced some health issues throughout her life as a product of being born addicted, but she was healthy now and a remarkably well adjusted teenager.

Devin came second, already ten years old when they got him. He had been through a series of foster homes, some of which had been abusive. He was remarkably well adjusted now, as well. Over all, they were fortunate.

Most of the preparations had been made, and Family would be arriving throughout the morning to mark this special occasion.

Together, they made a small but mighty cheering section for the diploma ceremony, cheering raucously when Devin crossed the stage. Soon, it was all over, Devin was celebrating with his friends, Marie was sleeping over with Donna, her best friend, and the Family had all adjourned to their hotels leaving Aaron and Troy in a eerily silent house alone.

Both men looked at each other and smiled wickedly. Their lips met and parted and their tongues joined in a lusty duel, and as it had been throughout their relationship, their physical desire washed over them. They never made it out of the living room, but this seemed to be a hallmark of their relationship. They belonged together in every way.

 

by Kraven Cox

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