Chapter 5
Aiden
Imade it up to my hotel room, barely remembering the journey from the front desk.
My heart won’t slow down, and I’m tingling all over.
I just saw Jay, talked with him, and hugged him.
It’s been fourteen years since I last heard his voice, felt his touch on my skin, and had his lips on mine.
I’m buzzing with anticipation at the thought that in less than an hour, I’ll be in a room with him and six other guys, our bodies coming together in ways I only dreamed about as a teenager.
I have a few minutes before I need to head out, so I open Instagram and navigate to Jay’s profile. It’s the one I found three years ago, but I haven’t revisited since. On the screen, he’s with his boyfriend: a mix of cute couple content and sexy shots, all directing followers to their OnlyFans.
I notice something different in Jay this time. There’s a tension in his expression that I hadn’t seen before. But it could just be me overthinking it.
Curious, I subscribe to their OnlyFans page.
The content is steady, with post after post of the two of them together, and a mix of pay-per-view collaborations with one or two other guys.
I tap play on a video of just the two of them.
It’s quick clips of Jay blowing Ray, then it shifts to Jay on his hands and knees, Ray fucking him from behind.
They don’t speak a word, just some moans and groans, nothing special, no chemistry or heat.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s two indifferent strangers going through the motions to get each other off.
I file that thought away to analyze later.
Despite the lack of heat in their content, seeing Jay naked sparks a deep desire in me I haven’t felt in a long time. Knowing I’ll have my hands on him soon makes my pulse race and my cock twitch.
Realizing time’s running short, I jump in the shower, the warm water washing away the smell of travel and only slightly easing the nervous pit in my stomach.
When I step out, I put on my usual outfit: a jockstrap, tank top, basketball shorts, and slides. Everything is easy to take off once I get to the room. I take a blue pill, toss my phone and room key into my drawstring bag, and brace myself; it’s time to face the music.
I’m one of the first to arrive at Mac and Leon’s room. It’s just a standard hotel room with a couch, a desk with a rolling chair, a big-screen TV on a dresser, and two queen beds stripped of all but the bottom sheets and pillows.
They mounted cameras, placing one on the curtain rod above the window and another on the TV.
The afternoon sunlight spills through the large panes of glass, illuminating the space with a view of the pool below.
Two phones rest on light rings, ready to capture every angle.
Bottles of lube sit strategically: one on the side table between the beds, the other on the dresser.
I strip quickly, shoving my clothes into my bag and tucking it into the closet. Leon has settled on the couch with his laptop, while I assume Mac is in the bathroom. Carlos lies on the bed by the window, already stroking himself.
“?Hola, carino! How’ve you been?” he says. “I haven’t seen you since Brazil last year.”
“Hey, Carlos. I’ve been good. You’re looking as sexy as ever,” I reply, winking. I’ve always liked him. He’s sweet, playful, and undeniably talented between the sheets.
He smirks. “I’m glad you made it. Did you meet Ray, the guy who was going to fill in for you? I’m not a fan. I don’t know how Jay puts up with him. He’s a real dick.”
Before I can answer, more guys filter in, ramping up the noise level. Laying down on the bed closest to the door, I stroke myself to get hard. Carlos’s comment confirms my earlier suspicions, and now I’m curious to meet Ray and to see their dynamic firsthand.
The room grows rowdy as everyone is ready to start the party. All the guys are here, except for Jay. I want him to be here, but I wouldn’t put it past him if he chickened out.
Even though he had confessed his feelings to me first the night of Homecoming, he hesitated with getting physical. We had built up slowly, each touch a careful negotiation between our fears and our overwhelming desire for each other. But we were teenagers, with powerful hormones raging through us.
The gradual progress was painful; the constant hum of tension between our deepest desires and the terror of being caught.
There was a continuous echo of my father’s booming voice from the pulpit, purity culture so deeply ingrained, warning us that giving in was wrong.
But the closer we grew together, the harder it became to resist.
One night, parked at our favorite hiking trail, the sky already dark despite the early hour, we slipped into the back seat of my blue Toyota Corolla.
The cold air bit at us, and the windows fogged from our ragged breaths.
Jay moved into my lap, straddling me, his body warm against mine.
We were both rock hard, and I slid my hand over him, rubbing his erection through the fabric of his pants, feeling the heat pulsing between us.
Jay moaned, “That feels so good, Aiden. I want more.”
“You like that?” I asked him, lust bleeding into my voice.
“God, yes.”
I continued to stroke him through his pants. He ground his pelvis against me; the friction was electrifying. We were both so horny; it didn’t take much before we couldn’t hold back anymore.
Jay’s hard body, pulsing and grinding, went rigid.
“I’m gonna come, Aiden,” he cried out, the warm moisture of his release soaking through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
As ecstasy shot through me, my hips jerked, and I creamed my pants. I should have been more careful not to make a mess of my clothes, but after such an earth-shattering orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“That was awesome,” Jay exclaimed, panting, as he planted a hungry kiss on my mouth. “Explain to me why we waited so long to do that.”
I rested my forehead against his, still trying to catch my breath, chuckling. “You’ve said it before; we can be a little dumb sometimes.”
Jay wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “The more we do, the more I want. I want all of you.”
“I want that, too, baby.”
Baby is the pet name I started calling him after we secretly watched Dirty Dancing.
Jay bypassed his house’s parental controls so we could watch movies we weren’t supposed to.
We both swooned a little over the line, “Nobody puts Baby in the corner.” At first, I said it as a joke, but it quickly became ours. I loved calling him that.
He leaned back, meeting my gaze with steady conviction. “You know there’s nothing wrong with us and what we’re doing. How could there possibly be anything wrong with loving someone so much?”
“There’s not. No matter what my father says, I have to believe that. I love you too much,” I said, my voice steady and unwavering.
After that night, we quickly escalated to grinding naked, frotting our dicks together, which then led to blow jobs.
Since we stayed at each other’s houses almost every weekend, finding time alone was easy, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Our parents were oblivious, but we were careful—our bedroom doors locked, and we propped chairs against the doorknobs for extra peace of mind.
In the winter of our junior year, Jay’s dad lost his job, and we dreaded what that could mean for us.
After months of looking, he landed a job in Portland just before the end of the school year.
The idea of being apart was unbearable, so we begged our parents to let Jay stay with my family for our senior year.
It was the last day of school, and we were both on edge, nervous that my parents would say no. For two weeks, they debated back and forth while we campaigned relentlessly, insisting that Jay’s staying in Rochester was the best option. In the end, I think they relented just to shut us up.
“Boys, we’ve decided to allow Jayson to stay with our family during his senior year,” my father announced that night as we sat around the dinner table at my house with Jay’s parents.
“It’s in the best interest of everyone involved, and we understand how difficult it would be for Jayson to start at a new school out of state at this point. ”
“Thank you so much, sir,” Jay said, relief clear in his voice. “You won’t regret it. I’ll help around the house and do whatever you need. I promise.” Everyone laughed at his earnestness.
“We don’t doubt that,” my mom added, smiling warmly. “Now, since you offered to help, why don’t you boys clear the table and do the dishes before heading out to whatever you have planned this evening?”
We cleaned up quickly, ready to be alone and celebrate. I already knew exactly what I wanted to do when I got Jay up to my bedroom.
As soon as we went upstairs and closed the door behind us, Jay was on me before I could say a word. We kissed as if we hadn’t seen each other in days.
“Hurry, get your clothes off, I’m gonna suck your brains out of your dick,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and then shucking out of my pants and underwear.
We were both naked in no time. I sank to my knees and started going to town on him. It didn’t take long before he was coming down my throat.
As I stood up, he pulled me in for a kiss, tasting his release on my tongue. “Can you believe we’ll get to do this all the time now?”
Giving me one more quick kiss, he dropped to his knees, licking up my shaft, making my hips buck. I loved the feel of his mouth on me. He kept teasing, kissing my inner thighs, working me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Baby, just do it already,” I demanded, getting impatient.