A Secret, A Regret

I stared into his brown eyes. They were close enough to notice the pugilistic steeliness in them. They were genuine, unflinching. It wasn’t a joke. And he wasn’t drunk.

“Aaron?” I choked.

I almost fell back as I nervously forced out the question behind the lump forming in my throat. His strong arm caught my back. I melted into them.

He was biting and licking his lips as he alternated his brown eyes from my eyes to my lips.

Uncomfortable, I tried squirmed out of his arm, but his grip locked on me.

I could feel his breath as he lowered his lips onto mine. They locked. His heavy body pushed mine further onto the cold dusty ground. He slid his arm from under me. A hard hand caught one of my dangling legs and pulled it around his waist. I felt a hard lump rub slowly between my legs.
I groaned and pulled my lips away. Our eyes met again for a moment.

“I promise I won’t,” he said, half-pleading to continue kissing.

“No, Aaron,” I pushed him further off, “What are you doing? Your boxing?”

“Don’t think about that?” he shoved himself at me.

“No,” and turned my face away.

Warm, wet lips met my neck. They kissed it and kissed again then again descending my neck every time.

“Aaron, you can’t be gay.”

The kissing stopped and then he slowly rose off me.

I propped myself on my elbows. I peered over the ledge it was a little way down but substantial enough to cause damage after abruptly ending the descent with the concrete floor waiting below.
Aaron slid off the ledge and caught the ground with his feet like Spiderman would.

“Aaron,” I called, he began walking away.

I knew how badly it would jeopardise his boxing career. There were no gay boxers. I hardly knew him. All I knew was that he was smart and boxing was his passion. He was a friend of a friend and now we were here.

The night was rolling over into morning and I had gone over to the ledge of the elevated deck where the party had begun to get away from the noise. The party had now moved to the pool that was peeking through the brushes adjacent to the deck.

Party noises floated all the way over here, I could still hear that the party still had its life. The laughs were louder now, the topic of the jokes were slowly slipping into mundane silliness brought about by a burgeoning alcohol-fuelled buzz.

I sighed and tried to get over the fact that the first time I would kiss a guy was spoiled by yours truly. He was so good looking.

In the distance, I saw him peel off his shirt and throw it in the basin that welcomed people to the poolside. He looked back at me just before he disappeared behind the brushes that cordoned off the pool area from the massive hill mansion.

“Hey!”

I was yanked away just before I thought saw Aaron put his finger on his lips. I looked up it was Yates, Aaron’s manager. Then I turned back to catch a glimpse of Aaron disappearing into the pool area.

“Yates!” the words shot out of my mouth nervously.

I shot up and tried to hide the fact that Aaron was here just moments before. Yates was draped with a sleeping robe standing in front of the glass sliding doors that opened up to the large deck.

His small finger was studded with his classic massive gold ring, quite reminiscent of those mafia bosses’. He had his hand wrapped around a plastic cup of bubbly in his hand.

“Aren’t you going to the pool?” his eyebrows rose, as he brought the drink to his lips.
The mansion was his, this party for Aaron and his win.

“Yeah,” I shook my head as the images of Aaron’s warmth and his body pressing close at me were immediately erased.

Erasing them may somehow clear me of the building guilt that was stifling my entire body.

“Well go on, boy,” his tone was rough, just like a boxer should be.

I turned off at the order and began to descend the stairs when his next words hooked me like an unsuspecting fish nibbling on the free lunch that had just infiltrated his part of the pond only to be yanked out of the water and into death.

“I told him to stop fooling around with his boys. You did something brave there, boy. He doesn’t really get much nos anymore since he’d become superstar.”

The words were seemed like just inconsequential words hanging on an individual thread that made no sense whatsoever. Even after Yates returned inside I was frozen, one foot on the last step I’d stepped down from and the other on the next. Five minutes flew past me in a stupor.

“I thought you were going.”

Dripping wet, glistening dark skin, tall, defined and toned, Aaron stood drying himself at the bottom of the stair.

“Yates—“

“Yates told you,” he turned his face up in a frown.

One bare foot took the first step then he slowly made his ascent toward me. He shook his head and looked down on the floor. I couldn’t stop my hand as it came up to his face. I caressed his cheek.

“How long’d you know?”

He swallowed and breathed in hard, and then he grabbed my leg up and with amazing strength lifted me off the ground and slammed me into the wall. He shoved his lips onto mine forcing me to open mine. A hot wet tongue penetrated my mouth, coaxing an eagerly waiting one to slide past it.

He locked our fingers and brought them up above my head. His hand left them and trailed down my sides as he freed my hands I wrapped them around his shoulders and neck as much as I could and felt his hands invade my jeans. They grabbed my butt as he thrust himself into me softly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hard erection stab my crotch. He unzipped my crotch and bit my lip. He looked boldly into my eyes and grinned as he tore off my belt and tore open my crotch. His other hand hiked up my shirt and snapped off each button. When he was finished it joined the other one on its conquest of my groin and pulled down my briefs.

His hand moved from them for a second. I looked down and saw him pull down his pants over a hard totem that sprung up as it was let out from its silken prison. He bit his lips and whispered something that sounded like, ‘Like it?’. I nodded sheepishly and he shoved his face into mine thrusting his eager tongue down my throat. I knew that all he could think about was where he could put the hungry monster between his hard thighs.

My pants dropped down and quickly followed by my briefs. I grasped tighter around his neck and shoulder waiting from the painful breaching.

It came. I tore from his lips and got ready to scream but was covered by a quick hand. He’d had practice with virgins.

He rammed it deeper into me without a care. It was only now did I realised what I’d gotten myself into as I watch at him anxiously dart his eyes here and three scoping for any intruders on their little tryst.

He turned back at me. Tear-filled eyes looked back at him. The pain was immense yet still inside me was a feeling that was indescribable I’d never felt it before. Was it pleasure?

He let his hand free slowly then pulled my head into his neck.

“Scream there,” he commanded as he savagely knifed me with his penis.
He continued touching me passing his hand over places I hadn’t known was erogenous. My taut nipples felt a pinch that sent roaring waves of pleasure across my chest. I released my buried face and looked into the night sky and let out a gasp as a familiar feeling came then intensified beyond anything I’d ever felt. My ears felt like they’d pop.

Then it was when I heard an animal grunt from the young man inside me did I realise we were done. He pulled out and slowly placed me back on the floor. Something cold and wet drained down the side of my leg as I felt something running down somewhere inside of me.

Aaron took up the towel and cleaned up the small mess on his rippling abs. Then he kissed me as he wiped up the mess between my legs. Inside was on fire, but his embrace abated the pain somehow.
Then the kisses stopped and I found myself redressed; weakly sliding down the wall as I watch him ascend the stairs. For a moment there was silence then I saw light click on and dash across the deck illuminating the ground. Then there was screaming. Something fell and then Aaron flew past me.

I looked at him go then up the stairs my eyes met with the steely gaze of Yates. He looked down in disgust as if he’d known what Aaron had done. Then I felt it, the guilt, it was like I had been violated—raped. I knew that that was all he wanted and I let him have it and now I would pay.

“Drew,” I heard a familiar voice call out.

I was halfway over the ground, half-stooping over the stairs. I quickly straightened up and looked at the bottom it was Nera.

“You ready?” she asked with a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“Yeah,” recovering from everything in mere seconds though I wasn’t sure I really was.

Nera was in for a treat for the drive back home.