DON'T OWN EMMERDALE AT ALL...OR IT'S PEEPS...OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT...

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Aaron Livesy came down the back stairs of the Woolpack and popped his head into the back room, "I'm off out...don't wait up"

Chas came running after him with a big smile, "Ohhhhh you smell nice, you off out on a date are you?"

Aaron pulled a face at her, "no"

Chas was relentless when it came down to hounding her son and his love life, "Who is he? You never said you were seeing anyone"

Aaron shoved her off and made for the door, "leave off you stupid mare and get back to what you were doing...I'll see you later"

Aaron made for his motor and jumped in, he reversed out of the garage forecourt and sped off down main street.

He travelled a mile down the road and pulled over. He reached for the bag on the back seat and pulled out a few things.

He unbelted his jeans, pulled them off and shoved them onto the back seat, he then pulled his black sweatshirt off and tossed that to the back as well. Looking all around him, he slipped down his boxer shorts and shoved them under the seat, he then pulled on a pair of black football shorts and a white vest.

He looked to the rearview mirror and made sure his hair was in place before starting the engine and pulled away from the lay by. It was now getting dark.

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The cruising ground was not that busy. He parked up and killed the lights. He then reached for his fags on the dashboard and lit up.

He lowered the window and stuck his elbow out as he exhaled the smoke. He finished the ciggy and then climbed out of the car and entered the moonlit forest

His blue eyes looked into one direction and then the other, the shadows of the wood playing tricks on him. Was there somebody watching him, was there movement in the glade a protential fuck or an animal.

Someone then passed him. Aaron could see this old letch looking straight at him with a creepy purvie smile.

"Do one", he hissed with a hint of a treat in his tone. The letch shuffled along his way.

He then detected somebody else up ahead, he could hear the rustle of leaves and a snap of a twig getting louder on the approach, there was a shadow in between two trees and then it came forward and an elbow knocked his arm as the trade moved by. Aaron stopped in his tracks breathing hard and turned his head to look behind him.

The other had stopped and looked back at him. Aaron couldn't see much even in the streams of moonlight beams, but he could see that the other was dressed in jeans and wore dark hoodie that was down.

He stood there waiting. Aaron swallowed down hard and sniffed. The other sniffed back.

Aaron then very slowly came foward and was only a yard or so away from the other bloke.

Aaron's heart was doing the clappers because this bloke wore what looked like a balaclava over his head, the bloke came forward and grabbed Aaron's shoulders and pushed him down onto his bare knees, the ground was hard and uncomfortable.

The bloke unzipped his jeans and forced his hard cock out, he then grabbed Aaron's head and made him suck.

Aaron calmed down and sucked the cock, it tasted good, this bloke was well clean. Aaron went to loosen the belt on the jeans but the other stopped him with a force of the hand. Aaron sucked harder, then he took the hard member in his hand and started to jerk it off, he dared to look up, the other was looking down to him. A faceless monster hidden behind the balaclava.

Aaron's head was forced to the cock again and with the force of the others hand pushing him further onto the stiffness, Aaron was gagging on it. But it was hot and it was exciting.

Suddenly the other pulled back and Aaron felt the slap of hot cum on his face.

Aaron wiped his face with his hand and went to stand up as the other zipped up his jeans, there was eye contact in the moonlight now.

Aaron frowned, those eyes. He swore he knew those eyes.

The other reacted too and with a hard shove, Aaron went flying backward into the bracken.

The other hared off into the trees and disappeared into the brush.

Aaron picked himself up. His arms were pretty cut on the thorns. That'll teach me wearing a vest he thought.

He thought again to those eyes. He knew him. And know doubt, by the others reaction to seeing his face, the other bloke recognised him too.

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