Gillert Taylor kissed his wife of twenty years goodbye at the front door of their townhouse. Briefcase in one hand, keys in the other he walked toward his car. Pressing the keyfob button to unlock the doors, he was greeted, not with the normal chirp, but with an explosion. His car exploded with such intensity that he was thrown ten feet in the air, landing head first against the stone boarder surrounding his neighbor's flowerbed.
Cars on both sides of Taylor's exploded seconds later. The explosions and alarms from nearby cars broke the silence of the morning. The normally quiet neighborhood was awakened as Gillert's eyes closed and darkness fell on him.
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As he began the journey from sleep, he felt heaviness on his chest. It felt as if something was pressing him into the bed. His left arm was stiff and difficult to move. His head throbbed.
He gently opened his eyes, wondering the cause for the feelings in his body. Then Aaron remembered. Lying on his left side was the naked body of the guy he picked up the previous night with his head resting on Aaron's chest. His body was draped over Aaron's left arm, his leg over Aaron's, his morning erection pressing into Aaron's side.
His gentle breathing told Aaron he was still sleeping. The blanket had worked its way down exposing most of his upper body. Lying in his arms was a beautiful young man, just the way Aaron liked them. He was petite, muscular rather than skinny, with shaggy brown hair, and brilliant eyes. Eyes that let you know he wanted you, eyes that exposed his lust and his willingness to serve.
Aaron's mind wandered to the previous night. He went to the club to relax after a particularly stressful day. Normally he would dress according to the theme of the evening. Last night, however, Aaron wore jeans and a tight form-fitting shirt that showed off his well-built chest. Aaron was proud of his muscularity. He worked hard to develop his body and he was more than willing to show it off. With no agenda in mind, he approached the bar, bought a local ale and surveyed the room. He spotted several regulars, raised his glass in acknowledgement to the smiles and head nods and continued to survey the room.
There, watching the dance floor was a cute young man. He had been watching several couples who were attempting to outperform the other and had not seen Aaron looking at him. When he turned toward the bar, he spotted Aaron and smiled. That was all it took.
Aaron moved through the groups toward the smiling face, which now maintained contact with him. When he reached his target, Aaron wondered if the beauty in front of him was even legal. Sensing Aaron's curiosity, the young man reached for Aaron's hand, and said, "I see the question in your eyes that I get all the time. You know they card everyone who looks like me. I'm actually twenty two, but most people say I look much younger."
They talked, danced, and flirted for over two hours. Aaron was lost in his deep blue eyes; eyes that said take me, I'm yours for the asking. Justin stood about five foot six, had a hot body that he showed off in his way too tight pants and shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was hot and Aaron wanted him as much as he seemed to want Aaron.
Aaron whispered into Justin's ear, and received a nod in reply. Taking his hand, Aaron led him to the exit, hailed a cab, and brought him home. Aaron's bedsit was small, but clean and neat. Justin didn't seem to notice. As soon as they entered, Justin went to his knees, head down, hands behind his back. When Aaron lifted his chin, Justin looked up and said, "Take me in any way you want. I'm yours tonight." Almost three hours later, both were exhausted and fell asleep.
It was rare that Aaron had an overnight guest. Justin was different and he didn't know why. He felt comfortable; more comfortable than with any of the other hook-ups he had since moving to London from the states a year ago. He liked the feeling of Justin sleeping in his arms and enjoyed the moment.
Aaron let his left hand move down the boy's back, gently caressing the muscles along his spine. His fingers found the channel between his strong solid cheeks and began to explore. As he approached the boy's sensitive spot, he found remnants of last night's coupling and gently used that to enter him. He found Justin's button, massaged and tapped it bringing him out of his slumber.
As Justin moaned and pushed back onto Aaron, he was rewarded with a second finger entering his body. Eyes fluttered open, a smile came to his lips, and he said "Good morning. I could wake to this every day, sir."
Justin reached up, placed a kiss on Aaron's lips as his hand moved down the eight-pack he had slept on. He caressed the striations of muscle as he approached his target. He took Aaron's morning erection in his hand and started to stroke it, hoping to relive one of the many scenes from the previous night.
Aaron continued the kiss, allowing the boy his moment of pleasure, knowing that soon, he would be screaming his lust and desire for more, when his mobile signaled a text had been received. He knew the tone. His lust for Justin disappeared in that second. Frustrated he reached for the phone to be stopped by Justin's hand.
"No, play now, read later," he said holding Aaron's hand to his lips. The boy sucked Aaron's fingers into his mouth sending chills down Aaron's spine. Aaron knew the tone and had to look at the text.
On the screen were the words: Important meeting in conference room B in one hour. I have food and coffee.
Aaron let the phone drop to his chest and sighed. He had hoped that the day would start and end with this cute, submissive boy in his bed, but those plans were not to be fulfilled. "I have to go to work. Sorry." He then showed the text to the boy.