by Nora Phoenix
Aaron peeked at him from underneath those ridiculously long eyelashes. Girls would kill for eyelashes like that, Blake couldn’t help thinking. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“It’s all good, Aaron. I get your need to explore. Besides, it’s not like it’s unpleasant.” Now there was an understatement.
Reassured, Aaron’s attention turned back to Blake’s cock. He touched it again, first with one finger, then circling his hand around it, giving an experimental squeeze. Blake let out a sigh of contentment. It felt so right to have Aaron touch him like this. Those hesitant, awkward touches were way sexier than many experienced, sophisticated bottoms he’d encountered.
Aaron’s hand dropped to his balls, weighed one, then the other. “Are they sensitive to touch?” he asked.
“Mine are, but it differs. I love having my balls licked and sucked during a blowjob or sex, but others don’t care much for it. Then again, I don’t get overly excited if someone plays with my hole, whereas I’ve had partners who can come from that alone.”
Aaron’s face was so serious, as if he was trying to remember it all to pass a test later. His left hand dropped to his crotch, where he apparently needed to rearrange something.
“You wanna maybe take off your clothes, too?”
Aaron shook his head.
“Why not? It’s okay, Aaron. Look, I’m buck naked. The door is locked. There’s no reason for you to be afraid.”
He mumbled something that Blake didn’t catch. It was clear, though, that he was afraid of something. “What was that, Aaron?”
“Nobody has ever seen me naked,” Aaron finally managed, still soft and somewhat muffled but at least audible.
Blake understood at once. “You’re scared something is off about your body, that you’ll be different in some way. Am I correct?”
Aaron nodded. “What if my penis is really weird or my balls are lopsided, or something?”
Penis. The fact that he still used such a clinical term after what he’d done to Blake was so telling. “Strip. I promise I’ll be both honest and kind, okay? Nothing to fear here.”
Reluctantly, Aaron pulled off his shirt first. He was lean, but his muscles could use some definition. His pants came off next. He was wearing white briefs, and Blake suppressed a shudder. “Those briefs have got to go. We’ll go shopping to buy some nice, tight boxers for you, the kind that make your ass pop.”
Aaron stopped with his hands on the waistband of his briefs. “Why my ass?” he wondered.
Blake grinned. “Because you’re a bottom and, as such, your ass is your selling point.”
His eyes were focused on Aaron’s hands as they slowly, finally, pulled down his briefs and revealed his junk. “Hot damn, that’s a nice surprise!”
Aaron’s head jerked up. “What do you mean?’
Blake pointed. “Your cock. It’s perfect. Nothing to be ashamed of, on the contrary. Step closer.”
Again, Aaron obeyed immediately and it touched something deep inside Blake. Why did he like it so much when the boy did as he told him?
He studied the gorgeous, uncut cock in front of him, which had to be about the same length as his, only less thick. But it had a perfect curve, and Aaron’s balls were full and round. His pubic hair was blond and irregular in appearance, the only thing that stood out. “Nice length, perfect upwards curve. All you need to do is some manscaping, and you’re good to go.”
“Manscaping?”
Blake pointed toward his own neatly trimmed pubic hair. “You gotta trim it back a little. Maybe go completely hairless? Wouldn’t look bad on you.”
Aaron crumpled his nose. “Wouldn’t that be too feminine?”
It wasn’t the first time Aaron had mentioned something like that, so Blake’s curiosity was piqued. “Why would that matter?”
Aaron stepped back, then lowered himself on one of the benches. Blake did the same across from him to encourage Aaron to talk. Clearly, something was bothering him.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard so many times that it’s important for a man to be masculine that I kinda figured it was the gospel truth.”
“Look, for straight men it’s still more important than for gay men, especially if they have a negative connotation with being gay. People tend to call effeminate men fags, and to avoid that label, men will go over the top in their masculinity. Within the gay community, few people care. There’s all kinds of gays and they range from very masculine to highly effeminate, to the point of crossdressing or a being transvestite. It’s who you are and how you want to express yourself. Me, I’m kinda boring, also because I’m not that open about my sexuality.”
“But would gay men still be attracted to a person who’s more feminine?”
Something clicked in Blake’s head. Aaron’s perceived arrogance. His over-the-top behavior toward Indy. His insecurity. These questions. It was all starting to make sense. “Aaron, do you like dressing and appearing more girly?”
The blush appearing on the kid’s face was unlike anything before, and his head hung low. He was softly shaking his head, his mouth opening and closing. Was there more? Blake switched benches to sit down next to him. “Aaron, it’s okay. Who you are is okay. You don’t need to be afraid.”
All Aaron did was sit there, softly shaking his head. Blake had to tread lightly here, the emotion in Aaron’s posture thick. “Do you feel like you are a woman on the inside?” Aaron wouldn’t be the first transgender person he’d met, but somehow with the others it had been different.
“No. I wondered that, too. Googled a bit on experiences from transgender people, but I don’t recognize myself in that. I feel like a guy. I just like girly stuff, too. Like pink and glitters, and I don’t know, maybe makeup?”
Blake let out a breath. It wouldn’t have mattered to him if Aaron had been transgender, but his road would have been even more difficult than it already was. “That’s fine, Aaron. I guarantee you: it’s absolutely fine. If you feel comfortable and happy as a gay man who is more effeminate, that’s fine. Seriously, nobody gives a shit and the people who do, shouldn’t mean anything to you.”
Finally Aaron looked at him sideways. “My parents?”
Blake put a hand on his shoulder. “From what you’ve told me they’re not accepting you anyway, and they never will as long as you’re gay. So the choices you make now won’t make a difference, as harsh as it may sound.”
Aaron’s shoulders slumped, but he nodded. “I know. But it’s hard to let go of that voice in my head that tells me that if I simply give up all this gay nonsense, I can have their love back.”
“You have to wonder,” Blake said kindly, “if love that has strings attached, that requires you to be a certain way, is truly love.”
“I can’t wrap my mind around it, that their religion means more to them than their two sons. That’s not what parents are supposed to be like.”
Blake knew all about what parents were not supposed to be like. He’d had a prime example himself in his father, who’d made their lives a living hell till the day he died. “I know. And I’m truly sorry for you. It sucks. Your parents suck. There’s no other way to say it. They suck. But not you, Aaron. This is not your fault. It’s squarely on them.”
They were quiet for a bit, two naked, gay men sitting in a locker room. The sexual tension was gone for now, Blake’s cock going soft.
“Would men still find me attractive?” Aaron finally said softly.
“If you would wear makeup for instance? Sure, men who are attracted to that specifically or men who don’t mind.”
He wondered what Aaron would look like with makeup on. It would certainly bring out those gorgeous eyelashes. An idea popped into his head. “You know what, I should introduce you to one of my adult students. His name is Charlie and he does a drag show in the gay club I mentioned earlier. I bet he could help you out with figuring out clothes and makeup and stuff.”
Aaron looked up, a sparkle returning to his eyes. “Do you think he’d be willing to help m
e?”
“Fuck, he’d love it. He lives for that kind of thing. I’ll text him afterward. He’s one of the few who know I’m gay. He got harassed at school and my brother Brad noticed. He asked me to teach Charlie self-defense. He’s one of my most motivated students and moreover, he’s a real sweetheart.”
“Blake, why are you helping me? Why are you being so incredibly nice and patient?”
“Because a long time ago, someone was kind and nice and patient to me when I needed it, and it changed my life. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing my ass off here, so let’s get moving.”
He stood up and stretched, not caring that Aaron checked out his body again.
“Where are we going?” the boy asked.
“Shopping. You need sexy underwear, and we need to buy you some sex toys. After that, we’ll work on your manscaping. I have till five before my first class of the day starts, so let’s go.”
4
If someone had told him a year ago he’d be at Macy’s shopping for sexy underwear with another guy, Aaron would have laughed hard. Yet here he was, following Blake as he made his way toward the men’s underwear section.
“So, erm, tell me again what’s wrong with my underwear?” Aaron asked.
Blake shot him a look over his shoulder. “They’re white briefs. If you’re eighty and senile, you can wear those. Until then, you need something else. That is, if you ever want to get laid.”
He nodded when they’d reached the right section and pointed toward the first display. “These are nice, but they’re a little loose after a bit. You want something that stretches tight around your ass. Like these.” He held up a package of black boxers from another display. The model on the box was ripped, of course. Aaron wouldn’t even come close to looking like that with those boxers on. Then his eyes fell on the price sticker.
“Those are way too expensive,” Aaron protested. “I can’t afford to pay that much for underwear.”
Blake smiled. “My treat. Trust me, investing in underwear always pays off.”
“Hi. Can I help you guys find anything?” a male voice said.
A sales guy, impeccably dressed in suit pants, a pink shirt and a darker pink tie, smiled at them. Colin, his nametag read. Blake gave him a once-over, his smile broadening. “Yes, I think you can. My man Aaron here needs some sexy underwear.”
Aaron wanted to crawl under the display table in embarrassment, but Colin’s eyes sparkled. “Is that so? You’ve come to the right place. And if I may be so bold, are we aiming to attract boys, girls, or both?”
Aaron’s throat was so dry he couldn’t have spoken if his life depended on it. Luckily, Blake had his back.
“Guys. Big, strong, sexy guys.”
Gay. Colin has to be gay, otherwise Blake would’ve never said something like that. That knowledge released some tension in Aaron’s shoulders. At least the guy wouldn’t laugh at him.
“All righty then,” Colin said, then winked at Blake. “Like you, then?”
Blake grinned at the shameless flirting, then his eyes narrowed. “You look kinda familiar.”
Colin shot Blake a look Aaron didn’t understand but didn’t say anything.
“Oh,” Blake said.
What was going on? They seemed to speak some kind of code he wasn’t privy to. “What?” Aaron asked Blake.
Blake shrugged. “I think Colin wasn’t sure if he should mention in front of you that he and I hooked up. Very discreet of him.”
Aaron’s eyes went big. “You didn’t remember him?” he blurted out to Blake.
Blake chuckled. “He’s new at this,” he explained to Colin, who seemed amused as well, for some reason. What was so funny? Surely you’d remember someone you had sex with, right?
Colin stepped in close, lowering his voice. “Honey, I go to that gay club about every weekend, looking to score me a hot man. I love being fucked and I’m not ashamed of it. Blake here actually fucked me twice, but my feelings aren’t hurt that he doesn’t remember it. I do. He fucked me so good the first time that I let him do it again a few months later. Doesn’t mean I want to marry him and have his babies.”
Aaron nodded as if he understood, but he didn’t. The concept of such casual sex was so foreign to him he couldn’t even wrap his mind around it.
“Anyway, let’s score you some sexy undies. Considering your skin tone, I’m thinking black. Stretch. And very, very tight.”
Blake nodded in approval. “Sounds good.”
Aaron had assumed he’d simply choose a pair and take them home, but Colin and Blake insisted he try them on. “I though you weren’t supposed to try on underwear?” Aaron protested.
“He’s adorable,” Colin laughed at Blake. “Honey, you need to try them on. With boxers this tight, the fit has to be exactly right. We want to showcase your assets without choking off the blood supply to your essential parts.”
Aaron was pushed into the dressing room with a pair of the boxers in his hand. They were black stretch with a simple black elastic waistband and white letters that said “sexy and I know it.” He hesitantly took off his clothes and put them on. Dang, they were tight. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror and had to admit they looked good on him.
“Okay, they fit,” he shouted to Blake.
Before he realized what was happening, Blake yanked the door of his dressing room open. “Let me have a look,” he announced.
“Blake,” Aaron said in protest, but Blake ignored him.
“Turn around.”
Why did he have this instinctive urge to obey Blake? It was infuriating at times, and so confusing.
“Hot damn, these look good on you. Colin, come have a look.”
Seriously? He was gonna let a stranger ogle him in his underwear? Aaron quickly turned again, resisting the urge to cover his crotch with his hands. He might as well been naked for all the tight boxers were showing. Colin stepped inside the dressing room as well before Aaron could even utter a word.
“Wow, nice,” he complimented Aaron. “Turn around for me, honey.” He hummed. “Oh, yeah, these will do the trick. Make sure to wear low-cut, tight jeans so the waistband shows.”
“You have any you can recommend for him?”
“Hell, yeah. Give me a few minutes, okay? What size are you, a 31 waist?”
Aaron nodded, too stupefied to say anything.
Colin walked out, whistling happily. Blake remained in the dressing room with Aaron, apparently getting another look at him in his new underwear. “Blake, this is inappropriate,” he whispered.
“You’re kinda uptight,” Blake said.
“I’m not uptight!” How could Blake even say that? The fact that he’d been instilled with a decent set of manners and a sense of propriety, didn’t mean he was uptight.
“You’re constantly in your head, worrying about everything and everyone else instead of listening to yourself. Stop analyzing everything. Feel.”
Aaron scoffed. “I can’t turn my brain off like that.”
Blake shot him a sexy smile, letting out a soft growl as he studied Aaron’s backside again. “Your ass looks hot in those boxers.”
Aaron stilled. He checked himself in the mirror again. “It does?”
Blake stepped in behind him, so close his body heat warmed Aaron’s skin. “Can I touch you?” he asked.
Aaron nodded, breathless. Blake put his hands on Aaron’s hips and slowly, tantalizingly pressed his cock into Aaron’s ass. His mouth came close to Aaron’s ear, his hot breath causing goose bumps all over Aaron’s skin. “You’re an uptight, stubborn little shit, but your ass is delicious. Feel this?”
Blake’s erection was hard to miss as it pressed against Aaron. “Yeah,” Aaron whispered. His cock grew hard quickly.
“Watching you with that cute butt of yours in those damn tight boxers has made me horny. Can I touch your cock?”
Another breathless nod. What was Blake doing to him?
Blake’s hand snaked around Aaron’s waist. Aaro
n almost stopped breathing. He watched in the mirror as Blake palmed his cock through his underwear, then increased the pressure. Oh, so good. Tingles were racing up his spine.
“You like that?” Blake breathed in his ear.
Completely foreign sensations were assaulting Aaron’s body. Before, when he’d touched Blake, he’d been aroused. He’d been aware of his flushed skin, his hard dick, and a slight tremble. But this, this was on a whole different level. His body didn’t even feel familiar anymore. It was like someone else had taken over, someone who wanted to beg Blake to please, don’t stop. Someone who wanted to bend over and offer himself to Blake.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“You’re so responsive.” Blake’s voice was low, hoarse. He blew a hot breath over Aaron’s ear, making him shiver. “Your body reacts to every little thing I do. Where do you feel it most, Aaron…your cock? Your belly?”
He didn’t think. The answer came automatically. “My hole. It’s twitching.” As strange and somewhat humiliating as this admission was, admitting the truth brought freedom.
Blake rubbed his erection against Aaron’s ass again. “It longs for more, huh?”
Aaron dropped his head back against Blake’s shoulder, barely able to stand anymore. “What are you doing to me?’
“Showing you your body knows what it wants. What it needs. Stop overthinking everything. What do you want?”
A knock on the door prevented Aaron from answering. Blake was slow to step back, making no secret of his obvious arousal. Colin stepped back in, took one look at the two of them and grinned. “Getting your dirty on in the dressing room? Lock the door next time, okay?”
He held up two pairs of tight jeans. “I think these will look awesome on you. Why don’t you try them on? Do you need a shirt or something to go with it?”
Aaron’s head spun.
“Yes. Something pretty. Sexy. Feminine colors,” Blake said. “What would look good on him?”
“With his eyes and complexion? Pastels. Baby blue, soft pink. Not yellow. Hardly anyone looks good in soft yellow. Lavender, maybe.”