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  1. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    Hmm, I totally see how this situation could be interpreted like that. Aron has his reasons to appear so insensitive, and I can bet it will all come as a be of a surprise when it will be revealed. I don't want to sound evil - since I'm the only one who knows how things really stand - but it's really interesting to see how readers see the whole thing. It is also refreshing and exciting, because it opens up doors which I haven't thought about before. Thank you for keeping on reading and also for taking the time to comment!
  2. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    Thanks so much, you're so sweet I totally get it why you would find Aron an insensitive d in this case. Carter has so much work cut out for him. There is just so much in front of him, and so many new things to deal with, including seeing other faces of his best friend, faces he doesn't know. I can barely wait to see your reactions when more will be revealed. I hope you and other readers will find out Carter's adventures 'in Wonderland' just as entertaining as I found them while writing them. Thank you again! Lots of love!
  3. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    Hey, thanks for commenting! Well, I feel a bit evil here, not letting you guys know what is really going on, but everything is told through Carter's eyes, and what he doesn't know is not revealed either. If it makes you feel better, Carter is a bit confused, too. Let's not forget that he knows Aron well, only not from this perspective Please, forgive me and don't hate me too much I will surely take care to reveal everything when the story gets to that point.
  4. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    OMG, that unicorn is so pretty! I guess everyone is in an accord that Carter will have to admit defeat to pretty unicorns, lol. As for your analysis, yeah, any straight guy will do the same ... We need to encourage Carter. He's totally right about this! Thanks a lot for your cute comment! Now I know I can start the day on a bright note!
  5. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    He, he, Wes ... that will surely happen!
  6. Laura S. Fox

    It's None of Your Business!

    Chapter Four – It’s None of Your Business! “Would you slow down a bit? I thought you were still feeling a bit sick after all the medicine you took at the hospital,” Aron eyed him warily like he was on the point of giving him the Heimlich maneuver if need be. “I don’t need to slow down,” Carter shrugged as he stuffed his face with another slice of pizza. “Trust me, after you face your death like I did, you won’t have any issue with eating a whole pizza either. You know, the things that make you feel alive. And satisfied,” he groaned in delight, as he took another bite. “Well, there are other things that can make you feel just as much alive, if not more,” Aron wiggled his eyebrows in the worst attempt at sexual innuendo possible. Carter wanted to say something that would sting Aron preferably in places not seen by the sun under normal circumstances but eventually chose not to. “All in due time,” he replied, as he reached for another beer. “It’s funny, you know,” Aron spoke, as he ate, too, but at a much slower pace than his husband. “I never thought I would do this with you.” “Eating pizza? Yeah, I know. You told me. I’m all against carbs. I promise I’ll go back on a diet. Soon.” Preferably not, but he had to just say it, to confirm that he was Alex, not that Aron could ever suspect such a freakish thing as having his best friend trapped in his husband’s body. Ex best friend. Let’s keep the facts straight, Carter. At least the facts. “No, not just eating pizza. You know, stuff friends do. We played ball together, we’re now having beer … You never do stuff like this with me. And I get it,” Aron added and looked away guiltily. “Your career is important. It requires a certain lifestyle. And I knew that when I proposed. When I fell in love with you.” “Hey, you don’t have to explain it,” Carter hurried. “Well, it’s not like I’m going to stay young and pretty forever,” he joked. “I’ll have to give up on all these … restrictions, eventually. And then you’ll have me all to yourself.” At least, he hoped that was something Alex would have said. Aron looked a bit down, not like he was depressed or something, but like he was contemplating whether admitting to having his husband consider his personal vendetta against carbs more important than their life together was a good or a bad thing. “Hey, you do know how to cheer up a guy,” Aron chuckled softly and took another sip from his beer. “Thanks. But don’t threaten me that you won’t stay young and pretty forever. That’s not what I signed up for.” Carter laughed. “Well, honey, marriage is for life, and if you ever think of abandoning me in favor of some piece of fresh ass, I’ll pull your eyes out.” Was that enough to sound like the diva Alex probably was? He hoped so. But Aron became serious again. “Please don’t speak like this. I’ve never cheated on you.” Oh, that. That was a sore point right there. He shouldn’t have needled at it, but for some reason curiosity was eating him up inside. “Yeah, I don’t remember that either. Why would I think that? You’re the perfect husband.” He was totally talking out of his ass right now, but he wanted Aron to stop looking like a beaten dog. The verbal thrashing Aron must have gotten from Alex would probably have been of biblical proportions. And, if Alex was suspecting Aron of cheating, he surely didn’t think he was married to the most awesome guy in the universe. “If you don’t remember, that’s probably for the best,” Aron sighed. “Let’s just bury the hatchet.” Carter shrugged. “If you say so.” He was fine with everything either way, as long as Aron was okay with it, too. And he was pretty damn sure that Alex was an asshole to think his husband was a cheater. *** They had spent the rest of the day watching TV and chillaxing. It was a tad unnerving how familiar it felt. Just another occasion to realize how much he was missing Aron’s company. They had been best buds since first grade. They had always been together until that moment. Or, better said, he had always felt he had been left behind, ever since Aron went away, after college. Only that he didn’t want to go there. Why couldn’t he live with the fact that Aron liked guys, not girls? He had never thought himself a bigot, someone ready to throw a bible at non-believers and whatnot. But he could still not explain it, why he had acted that way, that day. He wouldn’t. Shut up, brain. That’s none of your business. It had just felt like something had just been stolen from him. Like someone was doing that so that Carter could not have Aron anymore. Would he have acted the same if Aron had been marrying a woman? He could not tell. His gut instinct was telling him that he would have just been happy for the guy. No hard feelings. As he had always thought. Aron with some nice girl, in a nice house, with nice kids, inviting Carter over for beers and watching a game on Sundays. That had been a part of life that he had thought he had all figured out. Until that horrible day. The fact that Aron was marrying a guy had struck him with the force of a thousand lightning bolts, right in the head and in the chest, messing him up in a single moment. He had hated Alex without even meeting the guy. The fact that he had learned about him later, that he was in the fashion business and all that, had only come to confirm his suspicions that a douchebag had stolen his best friend away from him. “Were there others before me?” he blurted out without thinking. Aron’s eyes grew wide in surprise. “Look, Alex, I already told you that I didn’t cheat,” he said severely. “Yeah, I know. But before me. Had you been with others?” “What kind of a question is that? You well know I had,” Alex exclaimed. “Are we going to go over all my past relationships now?” “Why not?” This time, Carter was sure he didn’t want to let go. “Not that I’m jealous or anything. I’m just curious.” Curious how he could have been so blind not to notice his best friend liked guys. That went to prove what a head in the clouds could do, after all. “Curious about new ways to fuel your paranoia?” Aron snapped. “You are always so obsessed that I might look at someone else in a way that you don’t like. Drop it, Alex. Seriously, I thought you were going to be more honest about everything, after being married for two years.” Aron got up from the sofa, taking the bottle of beer with him. Carter stared after him, wondering. What kind of marriage did these two have? Sounded like a complicated one. Was he really going to intervene like this? All he wanted was to understand his best friend better. Ex-best friend. He had blown that all right. And now he was just messing up the guy’s marriage even more, only because he was curious. The point was, Aron had made pretty good efforts to seem hetero, for as long as he could remember. He had been dating girls, while they were in high school and college. Who could have suspected Aron of being gay? He certainly did not. But whatever questions he had, he needed to just wait until he was himself to get the answers for. But what if he never woke up from that hospital bed? Well, maybe it was all about the punishment fitting the crime. He had been an asshole about Aron getting married to a guy, and now he had no right to ask the questions he should have asked that day. And, on top of everything, Aron was pissed. Maybe he should have just stuck to benign things, like light conversation and handjobs. That seemed easy enough. Maybe the same rule applied to body swapping experience as to time travel. He had no right to change things, just like time travelers were not supposed to change the past. Now, it was up to him to set things right with Aron. No matter how much of a douchebag Alex was, Carter had no right to pass judgment on a wrecked marriage, when they were going to go back to their own selves. *** Aron was ready to go to bed, it seemed. Carter stopped for a moment and looked at the man. The guy probably slept naked, because all that Carter could see was his bare torso, as the rest was covered by a thin deep blue blanket. Aron was still pissed, and he was pretending to read something on his laptop. “Should I just go sleep on the sofa?” he asked. Aron’s eyes snapped up, looking at Carter like he was seeing his husband for the first time. Ugh, this was growing old. Either Aron came to terms that the accident had forever changed his husband, or Carter learned how to Alex and fast. Both alternatives had a failure prognosis of at least 50%. Or more. “No, just come here,” the man said gruffly but pulled back the blanket to welcome his supposedly better half to the conjugal bed. Carter slid under the cover, decided to just be good from now on, and not try to mess up delicate things like Aron’s marriage. “You’re going to be hot if you sleep like this. Stop acting like a primadonna already and get undressed. I’m not mad, I promise.” Yeah, right. Carter was no fool. Aron was mad, and as his husband, Carter had to do something about that. A good start was to behave like he didn’t mind being ordered around. Well, he was supposed to get changed in some pajamas or something. Carter was sure Alex was the type to wear all silk and stuff. But, for now, to appease a miffed husband, he needed to do something else. He had a vague recollection of how one of his ex-girlfriends had shared with him the secret of how to tame a pissed guy. Well, he hoped gay guys were not that different when it came to bedroom affairs. After all, it was just Alex’s body, and it was no foul play if he decided to use it. So, he got up from the bed and began to take off his t-shirt. How did those chicks do those striptease shows? He was supposed to have some languorous moves, right? He tried to move his hips as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. At that inopportune time, a sudden swing of the hips made him lose balance and he just ended up fighting against the t-shirt that was now refusing to let go, while trying to balance his entire weight on just one foot. The lamp on the nightstand made a dangerous pirouette but eventually settled, rattling back on its base. “What on earth are you doing there, Alex?” Aron asked, exasperated. “Just trying to get undressed,” Carter finally managed to pull himself free from the evil t-shirt. “Can you do it without hurting yourself?” A hint of a smile could be felt in those words. That was good. At least Aron was no longer that pissed. And Carter sucked at striptease. So he just decided to push down his pants and throw them in some indefinite direction. Dressed in nothing but a pair of underwear that probably qualified as tiny and cute by gay standards, he climbed on the bed again. That small piece of clothing certainly didn’t hide a thing. Aron’s eyes were on him, forcing him to look up. “What?” he asked, but his throat was suddenly very dry. “Take that off, too. I hope you don’t think I’ll jump you. And that kind of underwear may just excite me more than act like a barrier between you and what I want.” Carter opened his mouth to say something, but Aron seemed pretty serious about each and every word he had said. With a shrug, he shucked down his underwear and grabbed the blanket to cover himself. With a smile that was saying nothing good was afoot, Aron put away his laptop and turned towards Carter. “Are you going to sleep?” Aron asked slowly, his words dipped in honey. “Well, I should,” Carter replied, with a small frown. “But I suppose I can stay awake a little longer, for your sake.” “Oh, His Majesty thinks he’s doing me a favor,” Aron shook his head like he could just not believe it. “All right, what do you want?” “Do you really think you have it in you to handle my answer? You can’t handle the truth!” Aron spoke in a thunderous voice and the worse impersonation of Jack Nicholson that had ever been made. “Try me,” Carter challenged. In a second, Aron was sneaking towards him, navigating under the blanket like a U boat on a mission. The way the guy pinned him to the bed with a swift move was almost funny. Almost. Carter was not amused. “Hey!” Carter protested, but the guy was way too strong for him. He was pretty damn certain that their dicks were touching now. Alex was between his legs and was grinding slowly against his husband’s body. And no matter how detached about it all Carter wanted to be, he could not deny what he was feeling. The feeling of another dude’s cock on his. But the friction was nice. “After pissing me off like that, the least you could do is give me some sugar,” Aron punctuated every word with a push of his hips. Carter groaned and closed his eyes. “Do what you must, beast,” he said theatrically. “Defile the poor innocent maiden …” Aron snorted. “Trust me, baby, if I wanted to defile you, I would have taken you on a different tour right now.” Carter opened one eye, to stare at Aron. What could the guy mean by that? “What, do you have some dungeon hidden somewhere?” “No, but you’re making me think that I should at least get a spanking paddle,” Aron replied and grunted as he continued to rub himself dry against Carter’s naked crotch. “A spanking paddle?” Carter protested. “How will I explain my red butt at work then?” “C’mon, Alex, it’s not like you’re showing your ass there. Or are you lately?” “Yeah, right, everyone just loves my face. No one cares about my butt.” “Oh, I care about your butt. I care about your butt very much,” Aron confirmed as he slid one hand to cup Carter’s ass from below. Aron leaned in for a kiss, and Carter let him. What was he to do anyway? Aron was such a great kisser, though. It almost made him feel no regrets that he was basically forcing the guy to cheat. Whatever, what he didn’t know could not hurt him. So he decided to just wrap his legs around the guy, to help him. Aron groaned into his mouth, but he didn’t let go. Carter was starting to get the hang of it. The man had a pretty wicked tongue, and Carter was not going to deny that he liked it. He could suck on it, too, and that seemed to be something Aron definitely appreciated, by the way he increased the rhythm of his movements. It was clearly a far shot to come from just this kind of humping, but Carter was more than willing to give it a try. It was all just happening because he was trapped in a gay guy’s body, anyway. He wasn’t the one liking it, but Alex. His body, his pleasures. Sounded like a great rule. The golden rule of being gay. Aron withdrew and pushed himself back on his knees, in a half sitting position. Carter watched in fascination how the man was pumping his dick. It was a sight to behold, and even he, a not-gay guy, could admit it. The man’s bulging muscles, the strong grip on that fantastic big cock ... Aron was a handsome man, good muscles everywhere, nice body hair, and the face of a sinner. Yeah, Carter could see it. He wasn’t blind. Any guy in the universe could have said the same thing in his place. And it was pretty nice to see a good-looking guy like this going about his business, with a small frown on his face, his long fingers wrapped around his cock, trying to bring himself to shoot a load. “Turn,” Aron said curtly. That sounded dangerous. If he turned, he was going to be exposed to the guy’s cock. No, his ass was going to be exposed. So he remained there frozen, saying nothing. “I won’t fuck you,” Aron promised. “I just want to see your ass. Come on, baby, don’t keep me hanging.” That was supposed to sound like a plea, but it was actually an order, with an underlying hint at how much the guy was strung right now. Whatever, he had tried earlier to do a striptease show. This was even easier to do. He turned and pushed himself up on his fours, without being told to. Probably that was how Aron was normally taking his husband, from behind, doggy-style. He only had to behave like his girlfriends from before. Show some ass, wiggle some tail. Easy-peasy. Aron’s hand was hard and demanding on his ass cheek, as the man was trying to push it aside. Oh, he wanted to see the asshole. The tiny asshole that wanted no dicking. Carter sighed but grabbed his other butt cheek to spread wide. There was a strange tickling sensation and he could feel something like a small vibration right under his cock, only at the thought of being watched like this. By now, Aron had to have a pretty cool view. Not that he could call that a pretty view. How could he tell? He hadn’t had the time to stare at himself, now that he was inhabiting the body of a fashion icon or something. Local fashion icon. Not like an international one. But still. “Grab your ass with your hands, and keep it open like this,” Aron ordered, and Carter obeyed. He could feel his hole twitch, and by the way Aron was whispering dirty encouragements, he was doing a pretty good job. Now he only needed to think of something else. Not of how his ex-best friend was staring at him like he was a sex object, and how much his dick seemed to appreciate the situation. What did his girlfriends think about while they had been staying like this, while he had been in the same position as Aron right now? Had they been wishing that the guy should just hurry up and fuck them? Or they had just been bored and already thinking about how much nicer would have been to be on the phone and play Candy Crush Saga? Aron’s labored breath behind him did not let him concentrate. What was he supposed to do to avoid thinking of dangerous stuff? It felt kind of weird to keep his asshole open like that. It was like he could feel a little breeze. He caught his breath as he felt something warm and liquid hitting his backside and pouring down his ass crack. A small shudder crossed his body. Well, at least Aron seemed to be easy to satisfy. That was good to know. Until Alex was back, ready to take care of his husbandly duties, he could act as a passive replacement. Oh, no, he had just thought the word passive? It was like he was getting gayer by the second. Was it possible to become contaminated with gayness? A quick slap on the ass made him purse his lips and groan. “Thanks, baby,” Aron spoke and lay down on his side of the bed. “Good night.” Carter stared at his husband feeling a little robbed of something, for some reason he could not exactly pinpoint. So he was left with jizz pouring down his ass, while the fucker was just turning on one side to sleep. With a murmured curse, he stood up and traipsed toward the bathroom. Alex probably didn’t usually sleep with jizz all over his asshole, so it was all right to take a short shower. By the time he got back to the bed to sleep, Aron was already in the land of dreams. With a shrug, he just sneaked under the blanket. Well, it did feel nice to sleep naked, and, somehow, the steady rhythm of Aron’s breathing was making him feel relaxed. Tomorrow, he was going to see what the hell was going on with this weird body swap thing. After that, maybe he was going to be friends with Aron again. Provided that he wasn’t going to act like an uncontrollable jerk. TBC
  7. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    He, he, he, well said! And, yes, my poor baby boy ... He must feel the burn now. Well, at least he gets to experience how it is to be loved by his best friend (insert wiggling eyebrows here)
  8. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    This story will be entirely related through Carter's eyes and by him. So, what he doesn't know cannot be revealed. Unless, of course, he starts to do his own work of uncovering the truth about everything, including Aron's and Alex's relationship. The thing is we do things in life for various reasons, some stranger than most. Aron does have and did have his reasons to marry Alex. How much everything makes sense, that will be a bridge that will be crossed when the story gets there. So, when Carter will find out why Aron married Alex, so will everyone I just hope it won't be too taxing for readers to wait for various points to be revealed, and that Carter's way towards the truth and his own feelings will be entertaining enough to compensate for the wait. Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment!
  9. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    He, he, I guess they do. Only that one is not that big an asshole (me throwing a red herring out of nowhere, and pretending to be clever)
  10. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    Thank you for being on Aron's side! I know he must not sound like the greatest person right now, and you're right about Carter making things easy with his behavior.
  11. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    Yes, Alex is a controlling person, and you are correct in what you say about using sex to control Aron. Over the next chapters, Carter will find out more, about Alex, about how the guy really is beneath the surface, so to speak, but also about Aron, and even himself Thank you for your insightful comment! Until next time, hugs.
  12. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    Hmm, I see how someone would see it that way. But why Aron married Alex will become clear at some point. And I don't feel like I'm giving away too many spoilers if I say Aron is not a gold digger Carter just walks into a marriage with all its secrets. So he needs to uncover them. Thanks for the comment!
  13. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    Ha, ha, sounds like a great welcome committee!
  14. Laura S. Fox

    Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere

    Chapter Three – Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere “Are these all mine?” he stared critically at the walk-in closet, without daring to put one foot in front of the other. There must have been one thousand clothing items, without counting the shoes. Carter was the kind to have three-four changes of clothes, each one for a particular purpose. But this Alex dude was just over the top. He remained there, staring, and wondering how on earth he was going to go through this and escape unscathed. He flinched when Aron moved next to him. Apparently, the guy’s closet was just a regular one, and Aron knew exactly what to pick. A pair of gym shorts and a regular fit t-shirt, both a dark shade of blue, which he threw on the bed. And then, Aron just started to undress. Carter stole one look at the guy and then decided it was probably better to focus on the puzzle that was his personal closet. Walking into that space equaled going straight to Narnia, and that without even passing through the closet. “Should I help you pick something?” he heard Aron speaking from behind him. “You have some sportswear, although you never wear it,” the man added. “Sure, be my guest.” Aron passed by him and crouched to fiddle with a drawer at the bottom. Carter’s eyes followed the curve of the muscled back and stopped at the dimples just above the guy’s ass. Then realization struck him. Why the fuck was Aron naked? Helpless, he turned on his heels and decided to wait outside the closet. For lack of anything to do, he sat gingerly on the bed. “Here you go,” Aron gently tossed a plastic bag at him. “All new, since I know you don’t like to wear old things.” Carter was all for old things; don’t throw it out if it’s not broken or damaged. That was his credo. He looked at Aron, and had instant regret. The guy was just leaning against the wall, wearing nothing but a smirk. A sexy smirk. Probably. What did Carter know about a sexy smirk on a guy? It was not like he was gay. He was the opposite of gay. He was so not-gay, that scientists had to invent a totally new word, other than straight, just for him. Yet, his eyes traveled over the man’s hard body, the chest covered in dark curly hair, and followed the treasure trail, down to … okay, he was not going to go there. He looked away and pretended he was busy taking out the t-shirt and shorts out of the plastic bag. It was just this stupid situation. He had seen Aron naked plenty of times before, only that he hadn’t looked-looked at the guy on those occasions. “Alex,” Aron cooed, and Carter’s fingers slipped on the package, making it slide to the floor. “C’mon, baby, you’re looking at me like I’m a vanilla sundae.” “As you can see,” Carter grabbed the plastic bag from the floor, “I’m not looking at you. And I hate vanilla ice cream.” Oops. No, he, Carter, hated vanilla in anything, not only ice cream. Alex was probably all for licking all the vanilla ice cream, probably directly from his husband’s perfect cock. Oh, fuck, why did he have to have so many gay thoughts? It was all Alex’s fault. He was probably a horny bastard, too, always keeping Aron busy. This was harder than he expected. Speaking of hard, Aron walked towards him and stopped inches away. Now it was impossible to ignore how the guy’s cock was slightly bouncing with each of Aron’s moves. Closer and it was going to slap him in the face. He coughed and shifted, trying to move away. “Fuck, Alex, you do know how to torture a guy,” Aron whispered. “You’re keeping me on a tight leash anyway.” Tight leash? Carter’s ears twitched. Oh, that was going right into the data bank. So Alex did not like putting out too often? Was that what he should have gathered from what Aron was saying? “Tight leash?” he spoke, fishing for info. “Well, you know,” Aron said somewhat aggressively. “It’s not fair. You know how much I like your body. And one of the first things you said to me was that you liked my cock.” “On the first date?” Carter shouted, alarmed. Aron had married a total whore. And all his life, he had thought Aron would settle down with a nice girl who knew how to be decent and wholesome, and Aron would have 2.1 kids with her. Instead, Aron had gone a completely different way and gotten hitched with a … guy thirsty for cock. His head moved so fast at that thought that his nose brushed by Aron’s cock. At least, he managed to close his eyes in time. But it was not exactly like he could ignore the faint smell of washed male, the pleasant scent of soap, mixed with something else. Probably Aron had taken a shower just before coming to take him home from the hospital. He wanted to inhale and store away Aron’s smell forever. No idea why. The truth was that he had never had the chance to smell his best friend from so up close. Really, how could a straight guy smell his best friend’s crotch? His mind was starting to slip again. “Well, we hooked up within 5 minutes of seeing each other,” Aron interrupted his mangled train of thought. “Ah, right, you don’t remember things. But, really, not even that?” the man sounded hurt. Carter drew a deep breath and considered his options. All he wanted was to get out of the room and enjoy a bit of fresh air, preferably without a dick in his face. No matter how nice it smelled. So he did the only thing that seemed sensible enough to get him out of the situation without hurting Aron more. He grabbed the guy’s cock blindly, and began to pump it, while keeping his head turned. Maybe it worked if he kept his fingers crossed on the other hand and kept repeating ‘no homo’ in his mind. Yeah, that had to do it. And Aron was going to forget everything about this pseudo-fight with his husband, once he had his hard cock out of the way. Aron cursed softly. Maybe he was doing it wrong? Well, guys were not supposed to be that complicated, right? Up and down, up and down, putting enough pressure … maybe sliding the thumb over the head from time to time? Or maybe Aron was too sensitive for such maneuvers? Well, at least, Aron was no longer upset. He wasn’t quiet, either, as he grunted, his head thrown back, his legs planted firmly on the floor, slightly apart to allow Carter to jerk him off. Cautiously, he opened one eye, then the other. Well, he needed to see what he was doing. Aron was a pretty endowed man. As to be expected from a guy of his stature. Carter felt a certain surge of satisfaction as the guy’s cock swelled further in his hand. Hmm, that had to mean that he was doing a good job. Psh, piece of cake. It wasn’t like he hadn’t plenty of experience with that. Plus, it really felt nice how his hand was gliding up and down on that hardened cock. It filled him with a certain sense of satisfaction. Well, it was a different cock than his, and this one was bigger and thicker, but all the way the same thing. And Aron seemed to enjoy it, if he were to take after all those soft small grunts and moans escaping the guy’s lips. Hmm, maybe he could do things a bit better? He made himself room between the guy’s legs, and used his free hand to grab Aron’s balls and roll them slowly. Yeah, that was doing the trick. Aron was rocking his hips now, and Carter was enthusiastically rubbing the guy’s dick with increased speed. Oh, those balls were getting tighter … that was clearly a cue that … White liquid splashed him right in the face as Aron’s grunts became louder and the movement of his hips jerkier. His surprise was such that he forgot to move his hands. Aron just batted them away and took matters into his own. In a manner of speaking, because he used one to continue to rub his dick to total completion, while he held Carter’s head with the other so he could continue painting his face with jizz. His initial surprise wore off the next second and he pushed the guy away. Wiping his face with both his hands, he began to curse. “Fucking douchebag!” Great, now there was jizz in his mouth, too. He sputtered and spat, trying to wipe it all away, but it was like the fucking white goo was magic, and just spreading everywhere. Aron had an idiotic grin on his face, too spent to care, apparently. “What did you think would happen?” Aron laughed, just to add insult to injury. “You could have said something!” Carter continued to try hard to clean his face, only managing to rub the thing more into his skin. “You always say that facials are the best treatment for perfect skin,” Aron added, as his eyes glinted with satisfaction. Carter tried to throw the guy a murderous look. By how Aron’s grin spread wider, his laser gaze was doing zero minus infinite damage. He smacked his forehead in frustration, only to make more of the guy’s semen end up there, too. “And did you have to come half a gallon?” he protested, as he just grabbed Aron’s t-shirt from the bed and began to wipe his face with it. “Hey, I saved it all for you,” Aron explained. “And really, that’s my t-shirt.” Carter threw the garment into the guy’s face. “Serves you right,” he said snappily. “And really, rub one out once in a while.” “Are you serious?” Aron watched him, cocking his head to one side, like he could not believe he heard right. “Yeah, watch some porn or something,” Carter shrugged. “No wonder you’re so pissed all the time.” “You don’t really like gay porn, Alex,” Aron said, a bit more gravely this time. “Of course I don’t,” Carter rolled his eyes. Wait, was that really the right thing to say? What kind of gay guy was Alex? “You said that you don’t like me watching guys other than you,” Aron continued. Hmm, that required a very carefully considered come back. On one hand, he could not act too much out of character. On the other, Aron jerking off to gay porn meant having the guy off his back, literally. His ass was surely in no shape to take it. “Well,” he spoke, after a little pondering, “while I’m getting back to … you know, my usual self, you can, ahem, do your thing. Jerk off,” he added with a bit more conviction. “Okay,” Aron said slowly, like he was walking on eggshells with each word he said. “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Carter ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. Great, now there was jizz in his hair, too. He had forgotten about that. “Are you going to help me?” Aron grinned. “Help you with what?” Carter was still busy trying to pull all that cum out of his hair. “With jerking off to porn,” the man chuckled, and Carter could swear he wanted nothing more badly than to punch his former best friend in the face. “You don’t look disabled,” he glared. “Plus, I know you’re like a double-edge sword, so you can use both hands to ...” The words died on his lips as Aron’s eyes grew wide while looking at him. “When did I tell you that?” Aron questioned. Damn, what the fuck did Aron and Alex talk about? Carter and Aron had compared, from a theoretical standpoint, masturbation techniques as soon as they had discovered sex was a thing, and using their own hands could do the trick. “I dunno,” he shrugged. “Probably along with the vows,” he added. “It just came up or something.” Aron started laughing, his hands on his hips. “Oh, baby, you either turned into the funniest thing alive, or your lapse of memory just made room for things I don’t remember,” he spoke, while wiping a couple of tears from his eyes. Carter just made a small annoyed sound. This was going to be so damn tough. *** The exercise was doing him good. Stretching his muscles, although they burned, was making him feel alive. How the hell was he going to return to his own body? It was probably just a cosmic mistake, and whoever watched over the earth, from up above, was going to notice sooner or later. And that meant that any minute now, Carter was going to go back into that body lying unconscious in the hospital, most probably waiting to die. The thought was not particularly cheerful, so it was for the best just to enjoy being alive, while it lasted. But this Alex dude surely didn’t like running, because Carter had to overexert himself just to keep himself in the game. And Aron looked like he had no qualms with wrecking him. Damn, the guy was ruthless. Well, it was nothing new, Aron had used to be a beast when they were playing together, no matter what sport. Only that Carter still had had a chance back then, unlike now, when he was just inside a skinny guy’s body that clearly was against any kind of physical activity. Yeah, back when he and Aron were still friends, he could go head to head with the guy and even hope to win once in a while. He stopped to draw his breath, hands on his knees. “So, had you enough?” Aron teased while moving the ball from one hand to another, as he came closer. Carter waved. “Yeah, totally,” he lied and suddenly stole Aron’s ball and threw it over his shoulder. Aron looked at the ball flying through the air, his eyes growing wider. Carter smirked as he pointed with both index fingers towards the clear sky. He must still have it. He didn’t have to look to know the ball went through the hoop. “Wow,” Aron turned his attention on Carter. “I had no idea you could do that.” Carter shrugged, but he felt smug about it. He patted his friend’s chest lightly. “You still have a few things to learn, boy,” he teased. There was a small flicker of recognition in Aron’s eyes, and Carter almost bit his tongue. He had to be more careful. Alex Ruskin was not supposed to speak and behave like Carter Malis. The two guys had absolutely nothing in common. “Oh, yeah?” Aron smiled. “That was just pure luck.” “You wish,” Carter snorted. “Do it. Put your money where your mouth is,” Aron challenged. “Ah, we’re using money now? I’m in,” Carter ignored the little voice in his mind telling him he was blowing his cover like an idiot. Well, it was not like Aron was just going to start thinking his husband was no longer his husband. That kind of thing was impossible to believe. “Well, I choose something else if you lose, and I win,” Aron grinned. “Yeah? Like what?” Aron came so close that their chests were touching, and Carter had to pull his head back to sustain the man’s hot stare. “One kiss. French kiss. Tongue and everything. For like 5 minutes. Since you’re keeping me at arm’s length.” Carter could feel one eye starting to twitch. “Okay,” he nodded. It was not like he was going to lose. *** Nothing ever went as planned. Okay, there was no need to panic, as Aron walked over to him and pulled him into his arms. The man’s hand was warm on his chest, and the other strong arm was holding his waist tightly. “You kind of cheated,” he glared. “I didn’t,” Aron said slowly, as his eyes focused on Carter’s mouth. “I missed you, baby.” Baby? All right, he was going to puke. Aron’s lips were firm on his, and he tried to protest, to smooth talk his way out of it, but the guy was now using his tongue, pushing it inside, like he was trying to force Carter to deepthroat him. Well, it wasn’t the right definition of deepthroat, but it was kind of the same, because Carter had to open wide, to allow the guy to stuff his mouth with that wicked tongue. He could do it, he could do it, he could it … wow, he had no idea, hmm, were those lips doing that? What if he slid his tongue like this, yes, hmm, yes, this felt really nice, like really, really nice, and wait, what was that hand doing on his ass, oh, no, he wanted to groan internally, but that was impossible because damn, if it didn’t feel good … Aron’s lips were nothing like a woman’s. They weren’t soft and pliant, and they didn’t cave in. Every little fraction of an inch Carter had to battle for, and letting the guy win was not an option. Well, he had no idea kissing a dude would feel like this. It was not like he had ever asked the girls he had been with about how a guy’s mouth felt like. He was usually busy doing something else. Supposedly, Aron had only two hands, but they felt like so many more. One was now in his hair, fingers scraping his scalp in a gentle motion, making him shudder, while the other was on his ass, kneading one buttock, slowly trying to pull at the shorts and sneak inside. Which it did, and Carter felt deft fingers getting close to his hole. “Wow, wow, wow,” he protested while pushing Aron away. “Let’s take it down a notch, okay? Frankly, I don’t think my ass is ready for a dicking.” “Are you sure?” Aron pulled him close again. “Baby, come on,” soft pleas poured into his ear. “I can barely wait to be balls deep inside you.” Carter was pretty certain that normally he could have gone against Aron in hand to hand combat. Well, that if he was himself, which he wasn’t, because skinny Alex was no match for this monster. It was really annoying to feel so weak and easy to overpower. Maybe Alex liked it this way, to be manhandled by his husband and made to submit without too much fuss. But Carter was having none of it. Just to test his limited strength, he pushed against Aron’s chest with all his might. The way he humphed in exasperation made Aron stop. “Alex,” Aron growled. “Stop this game of hot and cold. You know I don’t like it. Just be straightforward with me. What’s wrong?” Carter crossed his arms over his chest just to make sure that he could keep Aron at bay. “I think my ass just pulled itself tight,” he came up with the stupidest explanation that crossed his mind. “I clenched my butt so hard when I got hit by that fire truck, and boom, I cannot relax anymore. The only way you’ll get your dick in there will be by ripping me a new one.” Alex seemed confused. “Did the doctor say anything about this? It’s a muscle condition? Should I take you back to the hospital? How on earth did they let you go with something like this?” “It’s just psychological!” Carter yelled, hoping to stop Aron from suing the entire health care system, on grounds that his husband now had a tiny asshole that could not let anything in. “I mean, it’s not like it doesn’t … work. I just need time,” he covered his lies with a small self-deprecating smile. “Okay,” Aron stopped all of a sudden. “What would help? Soft music? Should I take it really slow, open you up?” Carter could not believe he was having this conversation with his best friend on top of everything. “No, no, just a bit of time, until I get back to my own self.” Technically it wasn’t a lie. And now he had the image of Aron giving him a prostate massage with exotic oils, burning fragrance sticks around and oriental music playing in the background. He groaned on the inside and moved from one foot to the other in an effort to ease the heaviness he was starting to feel between his legs. It was like everything having to do with Aron was making him instantly hard. He was going to take the reins and dominate this body. And his brain should just stop with all the gay thoughts already. “I think it would help us both if we got back to our usual rhythm,” he spoke again. “Well, our usual rhythm involves me,” Alex pulled him closer and kissed him hard on the lips, “ramming your ass at least once a week. And I should remind you that we’re sort of overdue.” Once a week? Hmm, something he could work with ... Well, what the fuck was he thinking? No, there was going to be no ramming. No. Definitely not. “Well, I gave you a handjob,” he began talking out loud. “How long does that usually last?” Aron was now biting his lips so as not to laugh. “Is this a new way for you to play hard to get? I understand that I’m big and you’re afraid you’re going to have a loose ass, but stop dodging everything by doing weird math. And I have no idea how long a handjob would last. You’re not particularly generous with those.” Now Aron’s eyes were dropping lower, and Carter was pretty certain that was now where his eyes were, so he wondered if Aron suddenly had developed an obsession for his throat ... Or his mouth? “You’re amazing with blowjobs, though,” Aron made everything clear and confirmed his suspicions. “Ha, ha, no way,” Carter snorted. Aron looked at him and frowned a bit. “Did your mouth shrink, too?” he half-joked. “No, no, but due to all that medicine, now I’m like … bleah about everything.” Especially cock. There was no way he was going to go down on his best friend. He really needed to get back into his battered body and let Alex deal with this sex hungry beast. And he needed to stop thinking right now about how his best friend’s cock must taste like. By its smell, it was probably ... No, no, no, get back to being straight, you dirty little mind! Actually, if he was thinking about it, once a week was kind of lame. He had never been particularly aware of Aron’s sexual appetite, and also he had thought the guy was into girls, which put him pretty much out of the loop regarding sex habits and whatnot when it came to the guy. Still, he had the feeling that Aron was having it a little rough. “I can give you handjobs,” he decided, and nodded mostly to himself. Except for having his face all splattered with jizz, it hadn’t been that much of a horrendous experience. It was something he could deal with, and that was just helping a friend, right? Lending his best friend a helping hand. Uh, he should not have gone there. Aron leaned in and looked at him. “Who are you and what have you done with Alex?” There was no hint of humor in the guy’s voice, and Aron seemed dead serious. Carter could feel his skin prickling with apprehension. What was he going to do now? He could not just blurt out Hey, I’m Carter, your homophobic ex best friend and by some freakish cosmic joke, I’m here, while your real husband is dying in the hospital. Aron burst into laughter. “You make such a cute face when you’re worried. Come on, baby, I’m just joking!” Baby. Ugh. But he could live with that, too. “Yeah, nice joke, what can I say? And stop calling me baby while you make fun of me. Should I call you Papa Bear just to get on your nerves?” Aron’s face clouded suddenly. “Carter used to call me that,” he spoke. “The homophobe?” Shit, what was with him and his slips of the tongue? Yeah, he had given Aron that nickname when they were in high school and they had started growing body hair like men in the making. Aron had been, by far, the one with the most hair in the entire neighborhood. Carter had liked to tease the guy over it. And Aron had hated that nickname. “Yeah, him,” Aron replied abruptly. “I should go see him tomorrow first thing in the morning. If you don’t mind, of course.” “Why would I ...” Carter bit his tongue. “Actually, Aron, since I’m still on medical leave and I have tomorrow free, how about I go and check on him?” “Would you do that? I thought you hated him.” “Well, let’s not exaggerate. I barely saw the guy once in my life.” “Yes, but you forbid me to talk about him after I tried to tell you about him. You were really pissed when you told me that. And it is still frigging difficult to talk about anything from my past because it’s not like I can pluck him away from all the memories I have. He used to be my best friend, Alex.” Wow. Aron was making a case for him, Carter Malis, the homophobic ex friend. “Frankly, until I told him we were getting married, he never acted like that. If anything, he seemed open minded to me. Hell, he even had posters with Freddy Mercury all over the walls in his bedroom. I wished I could talk to him and ask him what made him behave like that.” Carter could feel a lump in his throat, growing to the size and consistence of a tennis ball. “What stopped you?” Aron threw him a strange and somewhat resentful look. “You. You were clear about it. You told me that I should choose and choose wisely. Of course I chose you. But still, I wish I had the chance ... He had the chance to explain himself. And now that he’s just lying there, in a coma, with minimal chances to wake up, I feel like I missed my chance to hear from him why he did what he did at our wedding.” Damn, Carter could feel something swelling in his chest, threatening to get out and not the way it was supposed to. He pulled Aron into a hug, to hide how moist his eyes got just out of the blue. “Hey, you’ll talk to him. He’ll wake up and you’ll talk to him.” Aron said nothing back and just hugged him in turn. “I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you, too,” Carter added. “Are you sure? We haven’t spoken in two years.” “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just a hunch,” Carter spoke quickly, “but I’m sure.” It wasn’t like he had an explanation all ready on hand, but he was willing to find one. To think that all this time, Aron hadn’t hated him. “Well, how about that pizza? And some beer?” he patted Aron on the back. He wasn’t ready just yet for so much emotional upheaval. And it was going to be over soon. Tomorrow, he was going to go see himself at the hospital, and everything was going to get back to normal. And, if he was to wake up, he was going to talk to Aron, and set everything right. TBC
  15. Laura S. Fox

    Chapter 23

    Yes, Jake did become an engineer As for adoption, I didn't think about it at the time I wrote the story, but Hans as a doting father really strikes me as totally doable, he, he. Thanks a lot for taking the time to read the entire story and leaving comments along the way. All the best, Laura.
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