Aidan and James—The High School Years Continue, Part 1

Brian came around to the front of the couch and sat down. He smiled and asked playfully, "So what were you doing before you started implementing your brilliant, deliciously evil plan?"

Justin smiled brightly at the compliment, but then blushed a little and replied huskily (he was still turned on from the light petting), "I was trying to write the second part to Aidan and James—The High School Years, but something was missing."

Brian quirked an eyebrow. Then he drawled, "Something was missing? I wonder what it could have been…hmmm, well, maybe I can help."

Justin smiled shyly. "I'd like that very much."

Brian moved the computer to the coffee table and directed Justin to sit on the floor. Then he sat behind Justin and placed Justin's hands on the keyboard. Justin started typing.

"Our date" had ended on my porch with me glowing (Aidan had driven me home after fucking me) and Aidan looking very uncomfortable as he kissed me goodnight (a quick peck on the lips). But then, he'd smiled softly and invited me to his next soccer game. The next week, I saw him a lot, in history class and gym, but he never made eye contact or spoke to me. I was beginning to think that Aidan had changed his mind about us, whatever that meant, but, on Friday, the day of the game, he said, "See you tonight" on his way past my desk and out of class.

The game had been a little boring for me (I had no interest in sports), but I couldn't help but stare at Aidan when he had control of the ball. At one point, he kicked the ball halfway across the field and into the goal (launching himself a few feet in the air, or so it seemed, in the process). Thankfully, I had brought my sketch pad. I'd spent the entire game sketching Aidan (when I wasn't gazing at him like a lovesick puppy).

After the game, he walked over to the bleachers, right to the section I was sitting in. I came down and approached him, but a little hesitantly. As far as I knew, he was still very much in the closet and dating the head cheerleader, Susie.

Brian pushed Justin's hands away from the keyboard and started to type.

Despite all this, Aidan walked right up to me, a big smile on his face.

"So what did you think?"

I smiled brightly and replied cheerfully, "It was great! You were great!"

I blushed a little. I couldn't help gushing, and it was embarrassing.

Aidan chuckled. "You were drawing most of the game."

I stammered and blushed a deeper crimson, "Well, yeah, but I was drawing you."

His eyes widened. "You were?"

I nodded. He took my sketchbook and flipped through it. Then in a voice tinged with wonder, he said, "Wow!" He shook his head and added, "Just wow!" Then he bumped my shoulder, smiled softly, and said, "Come on."

I swallowed hard and asked, "Where?"

He just grinned. "You'll see."

Suddenly, Brian stopped typing. Justin looked back at him and asked, "So where are they going?"

Brian shrugged. "You're the writer." Justin laughed and picked up where Brian had left off.

As we exited the field (walking in the opposite direction of the cheerleaders and other soccer players), I couldn't help but look back. Susie was staring after us, a frown on her face.

Aidan and I had only been walking for a few minutes when he stopped. We were in front of an isolated shed. I looked at him in confusion. Aidan grinned, opened the door, and said, "After you…" sweeping his arm out like a doorman as he did. I smiled and walked through the door. The shed was bigger inside than it looked from the outside. It was filled with metal cases containing various sports equipment. But in the corner, by a little window, there was a cot. A moment later, I was flat on my back (on the cot), and Aidan was on top of me. He slid his hands behind my neck and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me so deep and so hard that I was sure my lips would be bruised later. But I didn't care. I slid my hands up his back (underneath his shirt). His skin was still warm and damp from his earlier exertions. The feel of his skin, his musky scent, now more intense, and the taste of his lips were driving me crazy. I immediately started rutting against his strong lithe form. In between kisses (when we came up for air), Aidan murmured, "I missed you, this, so fucking much."

And: "It's been too long."

And finally: "Way too long."

Then I was in heaven. In a flash, Aidan had broken our kiss and pulled my pants and underwear down. He looked up at me uncertainly for a moment (I was flushed and panting, my eyelids drooping with desire), but then wolfed down my cock. I moaned, and loud.

I didn't even get my seven minutes (in heaven) before everything came to a screeching halt. That is, when the door swung open to reveal a horrified Susie and a couple of angry-looking soccer players.

I heard Susie scream, "Perverts!" and felt rough hands grabbing me by the shoulders. Then the world went black.