The things I do for love… Part 2: Aaron_(0)

It was the longest, most boring day ever in the history of long and boring days.

If it weren’t for the thoughts that raced through my mind form last night.

The guys, the sexclub, my fantastic make out session with Joshie and the insane pictures he gave me.

It was a lot to take in and understand, but I could still feel his lips on mine if I imagined it.

I couldn’t really enjoy that though. Because the most prominent thought that kept me busy today was: “What the hell is going to happen tonight?”

Tonight was my first night as part of the little footballteam sexclub. And all the guys were going to have a go at me.

I was really nervous about it. I had never done anything with someone I knew before. Only mindless untraceable, unrecognisable hook-ups.

Lord knows what was going to happen to me that night.

It wasn’t going to be an easy introduction into their little club. This was going to be completely insane.

I got a text from Aaron in the morning.

16:24: Don’t jerk off, don’t use a dildo, don’t shower, and don’t take a piss before you visit tonight. If you do any of these things before tonight, We’ll know. And there will be consquences.

Be there at six.

Yeah, Aaron was by far the most terrifying and batshit crazy person I knew. What the fuck did he have planned?

He isn’t expecting me to take something up my ass tonight, right? Because I’m a top, and nothing goes up my butt.

The only person I’m willing to try that with is Joshua. I just want to do everything with him. All of it. Not just sex, but the real thing.

I’m pretty sure I love him. I wanna go to sleep, looking into his baby-blue eyes and stroking his soft sunny-blonde hair.

And I want to wake up with him clinging to me and wrapped in my arms. Or the other way around.

I don’t seem to care when it comes to him.

The loud and annoying sound of the schoolbell swooped me right out of my train of alluring thoughts.

Thank god that was over. I fucking hate Math class.

I grabbed my school stuff and took my homework from Mr. Anderson who ironically, is actually a really good and fun teacher. He’s about sixty years old, but he knows how to talk to us.

I just have a fierce dislike for his subject. Which he knows, so he makes jokes about it all the time. But he’s nice and he can take the jabs I throw back at him, so it’s all good.

‘Have a nice weekend everyone! And it would help a lot if you could return to class Monday morning without a hangover, and sober. That party that Chris threw was why I had to fail most of your tests this week.’ He called after us.

I waved goodbye and strolled out of the school, into the parking lot where my baby was waiting for me.

My old, bashed up second hand 2000 Jeep Wrangler. The black paint is coming off, and there are a few dents on her, but she drives like a maniac, and the soundsystem’s awesome so I love her.

I jumped in, turned up some Rolling Stones and drove home quickly.

For some reason I wanted to make myself a little more presentable, don’t ask me why.

It was probably going to be awkward an weird enough, so I could at least make an effort.

Not breaking any of the rules Aaron had stated of course.

Nobody else was home yet so I locked the door on my way out again. Texting my parents I’d be staying at Aaron’s tonight and might be home late, or not at all.

Aaron’s house was a ten minute walk from mine so I arrived in no time.

His house was pretty nice, like ours. Just a regular house with a front and backyard. And the needed feeling of home in it.

I rang the doorbell, not sure what to expect. My stomach rumbled. Why did he want me to come over at dinnertime anyway? I was really hungry but forgot to eat something after school.

A few moments later the door opened and there stood Aaron. His black hair styled, wearing tight blue jeans, a tight T-shirt that didn’t hide his nipples really well, and no shoes or socks. Which made my dick stir a little.

Don’t blame a guy for having a kink, everyone has one and feet are just sexy to me. If they’re okay-looking, not gross. Some people forget to take care of them, but Aaron wasn’t one of them.

I guess it developed in the locker room at football practice.

It’s not called football for nothing.

When I raised my gaze to his face, he was smirking.

‘Hey Dexy, come on in. How was your day?’ He asked casually.

For some reason, he was acting really normal. As if we were just going to hang out like old times or something.

‘It was… okay I guess. Hey Aaron, where are the other guys?’ I asked as I followed him into the livingroom and realised we were the only ones there.

‘The other guys? Do you mean… Oh, Dexter.’ He chuckled and smiled at me. ‘It’s just the two of us tonight. You’re mine only. The rest will get to have you for themselves too.’

I gaped at what he had just said. Was he being serious? He must’ve seen me think because he laughed again.

‘Did you think it would just be a big orgy and we’d all go our sperate ways after?’ He grinned mischievously. ‘Joshua owes us for you, you two are a match made by us. So as long as he owes us, we get to have you. We were not just going to use you up in one night, Dexy. That would be a shame.’

I was both angry, and really turned on. Angry because I didn’t get to have my dreamboy as soon as I’d thought. But I did feel intrigued by the thought of all of the guys owning me for a night each.

I didn’t say anything.

‘Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it. Just like Joshie did.’

The thought of Joshua with all of the guys made my dick rock-hard.

‘Did Joshua have sex with all of you?’ I asked.

Aaron laughed heartedly.

‘Sex? Sex is too short a word for what we did to him. And will be doing to you.’ He strolled towards the kitchen. Shaking his plump ass in the process.

‘But more of that later. I didn’t call you here early for nothing. Take a seat.’ He said as he pulled out a chair for me at the dining table. Which was set, to my surprise.

‘What is this Aaron? Are you trying to give me the full Tinder experience here?’ I quipped as he got a delicious smelling chicken out of the oven and put it on the table.

He smiled at me. A different kind of smile. One I hadn’t seen on him for a long time.

‘Nahh, my parents and brother are visiting my grandparents in DC. So I had to cook for myself.’ He started to put baked potatoes on my plate as he talked. ‘I figured we could just catch up first. The guys and I miss you, you know. Football isn’t really the same without our center-back.’ He said.

I felt a little guilty for leaving them. But it was the right decision, and I still think that.

‘I’m sorry, I should have tried harder to keep in touch. I miss you guys too.’ I confessed.

Aaron grinned.

‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll get to spend a lot more time now anyway.’ He winked. ‘So tell me, why did you leave anyway?’

We ate and talked for about two hours.

I explained that I didn’t feel really comfortable with my feelings towards boys back then, and that I found myself looking at the guys in the locker rooms all the time. So I quit the team. Not to the amusement of our school’s footballcoach who had to find someone to replace me.

I told Aaron of how I fell completely and squared-faced for Joshua and that I was always afraid to tell him how I felt. I told him how I used to stare at him in class endlessly, and fantasize about fucking him on the teacher’s desk.

I had my suspicions about Joshua’s sexuality, but never had the balls to ask him out.