Cruise Control – Chapter 2
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DISCLAIMER: I am not connected to Emmerdale and its characters, which belong to ITV
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Aaron studied the sleeve of the DVD that he had been watching with Jackson, "It says here that the film was made in Britain; and the contact address is in Leeds!"
Jackson, who was pulling his clothes on, raised his eyebrows, "So what?"
"Well, I just thought that all porn films came from abroad...you know...Sweden or somewhere."
Jackson chuckled, "Why would they all come from Sweden? You are a div!"
"No I'm not! Don't they have less censorship in countries like that?"
"Maybe they did once, but I think things are pretty relaxed over here these days."
"They must be," Aaron concluded, "if they make stuff like this in Yorkshire!"
They both laughed.
Paddy was in the kitchen when the pair appeared from upstairs. He gave them a knowing look but said nothing. He really liked Jackson; he knew the good effect that he was having on Aaron and he wanted to encourage it, so he was happy to allow them to sleep in the same room; and he was well aware that they did more than just sleep in there!
"Jackson's moving to London!" Aaron blurted the news out without giving it a second thought. It occurred to Jackson how typical that was of his boyfriend; to give the game away like that! Not that it was a secret.
"Really, why's that?" Paddy was surprised and looked directly at Jackson.
"A job," the young builder replied, "it's only contract work; I'll probably only be away for a few months."
"Oh!" Paddy looked disappointed, "Well, we'll miss having you around; you've become part of the furniture!"
Jackson was not sure whether to take Paddy's remark as an insult, or a compliment; but he decided on the latter, "Thanks, Paddy, I'll miss you too! But, like I say, it's not going to be permanent. Plus, I'll be coming back home as often as I can."
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Aaron was worn out! He and Jackson had made the most of their last Friday night together before Jackson's move south; and Aaron's fatigue was a testament to their non-stop nocturnal activities! Jackson was in a similar condition; as Aaron had given as good as he got! It was just as well that Jackson was not travelling down until the Sunday as he would be in no fit state to drive on the Saturday!
"I wish you didn't have to go!" Aaron pouted as he cuddled Jackson to him, their naked bodies entwined on the bed.
"I'll text you; every day!"
"Yeah, I know, but it won't be the same, will it?"
"Promise you'll wait for me!" Jackson suddenly wondered if he could trust Aaron to be faithful.
"How do you mean?"
"Well, when we're apart, you might be tempted to stray!"
Aaron looked shocked that Jackson would think such a thing, "Me? Never! Anyway, how do I know you won't meet some butch builders and start shagging their arses off every night? You did say that you might have to share rooms!"
"You really don't know me that well, do you?" Jackson raised his eyebrows, "I'm a one-man type of guy, Aaron, surely you've realised that since we got together; I'd never cheat on you, never!"
Aaron kissed Jackson lovingly; then stared deeply into his eyes, "That's alright then!"
That Sunday, as Aaron watched Jackson's van disappear down the road, tears welled up in his eyes; he had not realised how much Jackson meant to him until that moment.
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A month later, Aaron was really missing Jackson a lot. Just like Jackson had promised, Aaron received little texts every day, even the occasional call. It felt so good to hear his deep, comforting voice, even if it was only by telephone. He also missed the physical side of their relationship; he had been used to nightly sex sessions with his boyfriend. However, he had kept his promise to be faithful, but, being a young lad, he was very horny most of the time; his hormones were in overdrive! Sometimes, he sprang an erection in the most awkward of places and he desperately craved release. But, the one person that he wanted that release with was not with him!
Cain had sent Aaron into town that day to pick up some car parts. He parked the car in a flat, level parking area in Hotten, next to a small, neatly-kept public park, surrounded by iron railings and with toilets in one corner, almost hidden away behind bushes and trees. Aaron had meant to answer the call of nature before he left the village, but he had put it off and was now bursting for a pee! He decided to visit the public toilet before going to collect the parts, so he headed in the direction of the brick-built block in the park.
As he entered the block, he noticed a dark-haired young guy, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, standing at the trough-style urinal on the right hand side of the building; three cubicles were further along the same wall, with wash basins and a hand-dryer on the opposite wall. Aaron stood next to the other occupant and fished out his tool, letting go a stream of urine into the trough. As his flow eased, he glanced sideways at the guy standing next to him. Shock was not the word for the look on Aaron's face! His neighbour had a big erection sticking out of the fly in his jeans! Not only that, but the guy was fisting it; running his hand up and down the rigid shaft! Aaron's instinct was to turn and run, but he seemed mesmerised by this sight! In spite of himself, his own cock suddenly sprang to life, growing ever stiffer in his hand! He looked up to the face of the handsome guy and had a feeling of faint recognition; there was something about the good-looking face and dark-stubbly chin that looked vaguely familiar, but he somehow knew that he had never met this man before. The guy looked down at Aaron's now completely hard prick and looked back up again into Aaron's eyes as a knowing grin spread across his face. Suddenly, Aaron felt the guy's left hand wrap around his own throbbing erection! Aaron's first thought was to bat the bloke's hand away, but...it felt good! He told himself that it was wrong; but he was just so incredibly horny! As he looked down, he noticed a gold band on the guy's ring finger; it occurred to him that this could be a married man!
His handsome companion jerked his head towards the cubicles and then, letting go of Aaron's well-fondled prick, walked towards them. Aaron, practically on auto-pilot; in some sort of daze, followed him into the nearest stall and he watched nervously as the guy pushed the door shut and shot the bolt; locking them inside. The stranger took hold of Aaron's cock once again and began wanking it; he gently pushed Aaron back against the wall and, with his other hand, worked his own stiff prick. Then, he rolled the skin back on his own cock and placed his knob against Aaron's, attempting to dock the two organs together. Aaron was reminded of the porn film that he had watched with Jackson and realisation dawned regarding this handsome stranger: he was one of the mechanics from the movie! This was not possible, he told himself, but he knew, deep down, that he was not mistaken. Just as Aaron was thinking this, the man's mouth crashed into his own, his tongue was trying to force its way past Aaron's lips. At the same time, the guy ran a hand down Aaron's back and onto his arse; Aaron could feel a forceful digit roughly poking at his hole.
Aaron suddenly became aware of his surroundings and the situation he was in. Here he was, in a seedy public toilet, making out with a total stranger! This was not Jackson! This was not the loving, beautiful experience that he always felt with his boyfriend! It seemed totally sordid and pointless and he was feeling disgusted with himself.
"Nnnnooo!" Aaron pushed the man away, suddenly becoming upset and angry. He shoved the guy so hard that he fell back onto the toilet pan and sat down with a thud. Aaron clenched his fists, "GET OFF ME!" he shouted, not caring if anyone else could hear him. The man looked shocked; he held up his hands in a surrendering gesture...fear in his eyes.
Aaron quickly unbolted the door and fled the cubicle, adjusting his dress as he hurried out of the front door, almost knocking over an elderly man who was just entering the building. The man gave him a stern look.
"Sorry!" Aaron apologised. He ran to his car and jumped in. He sat for a long time, thoughts of the experience he had just been through rolled around in his head like the gathering of storm clouds. What had he done? Why had he let that bloke touch him; kiss him; feel him up? Had he secretly wanted it? What would Jackson say if he knew? He felt sick, dirty; a million miles away from the wonderful feelings he shared with his boyfriend.
He did not know how long he sat there, but he was brought down to Earth by his mobile phone ringing. He saw that it was Cain calling him and he felt that he had to answer.
"Haven't you picked up those parts yet? You've been gone ages!" Cain was not best pleased.
Aaron tried to gather his wits, "Sorry! I got held up in traffic!" he lied to try to cover his tracks, "Give us about an hour and I should be back!"
"You'd better get your arse back here on the double...lazy git!"
Aaron was about to give Cain a mouthful, but his head was still reeling from his earlier experience, so he just hung up.
His phone immediately indicated that he had a message waiting and he read the words on the screen, from Jackson, "Coming home this Friday for the weekend! See you soon, gorgeous. J xx"
Aaron gulped, his mouth was dry; he almost felt as if his boyfriend could somehow read his mind and would know that he had betrayed him!
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That night, Aaron tossed and turned in his bed. Sleep was impossible; the encounter with the stranger kept playing in his head, over and over again. He told himself that it was of no importance; nothing had really happened; just a bit of larking about. But, he could not escape the fact that he had allowed it to happen; that, maybe, he had wanted it to happen! How could that be? He had only ever wanted Jackson and now, someone else had touched him where only Jackson had touched him before. His mind was racing, he tried to push the image of the toilets away, but it kept coming back like a recurring bad dream. He felt used; abused; unclean. He headed for the shower for the second time that night, in an attempt to wash away the stain; but it was, in reality, inside his soul.
When Friday afternoon arrived, Aaron was still in turmoil. The closer he got to meeting Jackson again, the worse his trepidation became. On the one hand, he wanted to keep his clandestine encounter under wraps and never mention it to Jackson. On the other hand, he knew, deep down, that the memory would eat away at him and he felt that Jackson deserved the truth, even if it meant losing him. He did not want to lose Jackson, of course, but how could he live with this dirty little secret?
Aaron could tell Jackson must have been working outdoors for the past month and he looked tanned and fit as he climbed out of his van and greeted Aaron with a big hug.
"You look well!" Aaron smiled at his boyfriend.
"So do you!" Jackson replied, "It's so good to see you again!"
The couple went inside Smithy Cottage and Jackson drew Aaron into another hug and now, safely within four walls, he kissed Aaron passionately. But, he could tell Aaron was holding back; something was missing. He broke the kiss.
"You OK?" Jackson was suddenly a bit concerned; had something changed while he had been away?
Aaron looked at Jackson sheepishly, he swallowed hard and cleared his throat, not sure whether to say the words but knowing that if he didn't, the guilt that he felt inside would drive him insane, "Jackson, there's something I've got to tell you!"
