Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 1
First Sexual Experience

Wednesday 10 October 2001

"Happy birthday, Ron!!!" 

This is the loud cheering I get as I arrive at school this morning. 

Who are the criminals?

My three best friends, the ones I consider as my real brothers.

Joshua Pierce. The wealthy friend.

Such a stupid adjective to qualify Josh. As if it was what mattered! I don't give a fuck about his wealth, it doesn't even make him a happy and thriving teenager. I guess money helps in some ways, but it entices such aristocratic bullshit that he loathes so dearly. Good manners, dress clothing, elitist parties, a private tutor, attending club events. Josh hates it and so would I. The one positive thing that his parents did is that, unlike most upper-class people, they never enrolled him in private schools.

Not for much longer, though. Pierce Senior has high expectations for his only-son and college is a serious matter that involves the Ivy League. Meanwhile, having spent all his childhood and adolescence among average people has allowed Joshua to build himself a personality of his own, more down-to-earth. He also benefits from the sweetest attentions of Liz, his family's housekeeper and Joshua's appointed nanny. It's nevertheless a fact that Joshua remains a spoilt child, with all the newest electronical devices at home, but none of his camera, cell phone, games console, TV and whatsoever are worth the close friendship he developed with us. And this makes him a good person.

Camden Hall. The near-delinquent friend.

Not that much of a delinquent because he has three friends who never fail to call him to order. Camden is definitely not the joyful dude of our circle and we rarely get to see him smile or laugh. Born in a poor family, Cam had to endure his father's wrath and violence for years before we found out about three years ago. We were at Joshua's place and Cam spilled the mug of hot chocolate that Liz had prepared. Despite his protest, the resolute maid forced him to pull out his drenched tee-shirt to replace it with one of Joshua's, and that's when we saw all the marks and bruises on his skinny torso.

It was a shock. Cam had never told us or complained about his father's ill treatments. Although we have our doubts on Liz's implication, it turns out that Mr. Hall was arrested a few days later during a visit of the police and the social services that didn't go very well, but unfortunately, it was too late for Camden. Our friend had already suffered too much, the devil had settled inside his soul, turning him into a potentially violent kid that we, his friends, have been trying to keep at bay. Even with his old man in jail, life hasn't been easy on Cam with a mother who prefers to laze at home and drown her sorrow into alcohol rather than take care of him and his baby brother Sony. She does occasionally take jobs, but month ends are still hard. Cam is far from happy and has a hard time fighting his riotous urges. All the same, he is a good person.

Mark Murray. The happy friend.

Mark's childhood was like every kid's should be, filled with love and care from the best parents ever. Paul and Sophia Murray own a small restaurant in our little town, and while his father looks after the cooking, his mother works in the room, serving customers. Despite their massive workhours, they have always found time to take care of Mark. They are generous, kind, accepting, open-minded, tuned, caring, patient, joyful... the list is just endless.

As kids, we used to often spend time at the restaurant. Paul always had time to play baseball with us and Sophia bakes the most delicious cakes and pies in the world. Mark grew up in the best possible environment, making him a happy kid and this is just what he is. He is the fun dude of our group, always cheering us up when something is wrong and he inherited from all the good qualities of his parents. He is the one you can easily talk to and he is a good person.

As for me, I'm Aaron Cox. The deviant friend.

Born the tenth and last child in a zealously catholic family, I am that guy one may consider as a lost soul who despises the environment he lives in and has begun to diverge from the values his parents inculcated. I still have faith in God, but I just hate the extremism my genitors have suited to their religion. Going to mass several times a week. Going to confession for each committed sin. Prayers... so many prayers... upon waking up, before meals, after meals, before bedtime, the rosary. Charity events. Bible classes. Singing in the church choir. Serving as an altar boy. Ever since I was born, they have drowned me into their bullshit and I'm getting to hate it.

My entire family are loyal believers, and for years, I followed the flock like the good little sheep I was. However, adolescence is hitting me hard and this has created a bit of tension in the last couple of years. Their fanaticism is oppressing me, to the point that I have often considered running away. Many times. The only detail that keeps me holding on is the impervious friendship I have with Joshua, Camden and Mark. My love for these guys is inexplicable, I can't live without them, and running away from my family would mean running away from them. I just can't have that, so I'm fighting my urge to escape and trying to be a good person.

Nonetheless, I could kill these three jerks right now. What the fuck is wrong with them yelling out my birthday? Don't they know how I hate catching other people's attention? All these looks make me uncomfortable, which ineluctably encourages my nails to automatically dig into the palms of my hands, and the worst was bound to happen. Of course, bitchy Cindy had to hear them!

"Hi, Aaron... Happy birthday, beautiful angel," she coos in a suave voice that makes me want to throw up as she grips my arm and snuggles against me.

If she didn't have boobs and had grown balls and a dick instead, it might have been a different story, but this is not her case, so I'd rather she leaves me alone. Being the chief cheerleader – a nasty and spiteful one at that! – of our school's football team won't make her more attractive to me.

"Go away, Cindy! I told you already, I'm not interested in you!" I spit at her and I'm glad to see she gets the message.

Once she has left, huffing and throwing me a few insults, I close the distance between the group of laughing idiots and me, and smack their heads. I hate that Cam slightly cowers from the playful gesture, but damn! They know how I hate being at the center of attention.

"You fuckers!" I growl, looking at each of them before my eyes pause on Mark once I have finished making quick calculations. Cam's birthday is in the past already and Josh's is on Saturday, lucky bastards. However, Mark's on the 24th, exactly in two weeks from now. I'll get my revenge! "Wednesday. In two weeks. Be ready for the worst humiliation!" I hammer at him angrily.

That only makes him burst out laughing and it gets contagious among our friends as usual.

"Brrrrr... I'm so scared..." he replies, faking heavy shudders.

At 5'8, Mark is still the smallest of us all. Although he started growing much later than the rest of us, he is slowly turning into a very handsome young man and has lost some of the chubby forms he had as a young kid.

"As if Mark could care!" Joshua brags, wrapping a brotherly arm around Mark's shoulders.

Yeah right, he has a point here. Nothing affects our dear happy-go-lucky. Whatever happens, Mark always sees the positive outcomes in situation and it's really hard to dampen his joyful mood. Not that I'd ever dare do anything that would sadden him! We need our jolly Marky the way he is. Without his antics, we would be a bunch of depressive teens. Though, maybe not Josh. Around us, he's quite the funny character, often first to start fooling around with Mark and he is a great support too. So, let's say that Cam and I would be depressive without them.

"Yeah, whatever..." I grumble, dodging them and heading toward the entrance of the school building, with my friends in my tracks.

"Aaron, don't sulk!" Joshua pleads, hurrying up beside me and weaving his arm with mine. "Are you still up for Sunday?" he then asks in a smaller voice as we all stop by the lockers to drop our books and get ready for the first class.

"Will you be able to escape after mass?" Mark also asks gently.

"Of course, I will! There's no way I'm missing our annual birthday party, guys!" I reply more cheerfully, thinking about our plans for the weekend.

Fate made me meet these guys in kindergarten when I was five. Four different personalities yet with the same sense of fairness and justice. All it took was a little brawl in the schoolyard. A poor chubby chap being bullied by bigger kids and three other lonesome fellows who went to his rescue. That day sealed the beginning of the strongest friendship I've ever heard of. From then on, we have always been a whole and nothing will ever break the bond between us.

Fate also had our respective mothers deliver their child in the same month of 1985, between the 1st and the 24th. Another coincidence which often makes us feel as twins. Living in a rather quiet and small town didn't mean that our parents gave us much freedom to hang out, but by the age of 11, when it was time to start middle school, they started trusting us a little more to spend more time outside.

That's when we decided to search for our secret hideaway, a place we would consider our haven. We found it in the northern area of Collingswood, in a forest people rarely visited because of its borderline with the cemetery. We have always been the outdoor-type of guys, not that much interested in video games and television, so we used to spend all our time there until we found the perfect oak tree to build a small treehouse with the help of Mark's father and Tony, Liz's husband.

This is our shack. As years passed, we consolidated it with whatever we could find and it has become our secret place to hang out. As far as I know, Mr. Jacobson and Mr. Murray are the only adults who know its exact location to this day. We spend most of our free time there, playing, talking, listening to music, but this is also where we have been gathering to commonly celebrate our birthday each year, usually mid-October.

Our innocent and naïve selves love these parties even if we never do much more than the usual fun, it's our ritual celebration, just the four of us. I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world and especially not this year as I have a mind to provoke a long-due conversation with my best friends. It is high time for a group coming-out!

If it wasn't clear earlier with the Cindy-incident, I am gay. A homo like some people call us. A sinner, according to the church that my family attends. A fag, like a guy told me a few weeks ago when he noticed I was ogling his fine ass. In short, I don't like vaginas and boobs like... seriously, they don't appeal to me. At all. I get hard to cute little asses, dicks, balls, flat chests and tight assholes. I am a freaking gay who lives in a bigot family, and that's an additional problem.

It's a problem because ever since I was a kid, I have been drilled that homosexuals are sinners. At church and at home. Far from keeping their opinion quiet, my parents have always clearly voiced their disgust for same-sex relationships, muttering that gays go to hell, even when I was a young child and didn't know what the word homosexual meant, but I do remember that my sisters would constantly agree.

So did I, back in the days; well, I guess I did. Not that I was truly asked to share my views on the subject matter, but I used to believe what they said. As a child, you tend to go with the flow, share your parents' ideas, but it only lasts for a time. Then, puberty slapped me right in the face. Instead of feeling guilty, I began to mute myself during family conversations.

To be honest, discovering that I was more attracted to boys than girls when I was 12 scared me a bit at first. I had heard so many atrocious stories about what happens to those who lust for same-sex people. I feared that God would deny me access to Heaven and that He'd send me to Hell instead. However, there wasn't much I could do about those boners I sported from lurking at other guys. This, added to the fact that I was getting tired of my family's zeal, quickly led me to questioning the legitimacy of our religion.

If God created the human kind, why did He not make sure all men were equal on Earth? Why were there filthy rich countries leading the world and poor continents being oppressed? Why did Joshua live in a luxurious house while Cam had barely enough to eat each day? Where was God's fairness in that? Then, if He was so perfect, why did He mess up with some of us and turned some men into criminals who hurt and kill innocents? Why did He have to create wars?

Of course, these were all childish reflections, but this is what led me to believe that the Good God was wrong thinking that gays are sinners. If I could question His fairness and perfection, then I could question all the rest and I decided all this was just bullshit. I decided that I could love men without being a sinner. I decided I wouldn't mind going to Hell. For Christ's sake, Hell and Heaven might not even exist! All this was about what people wanted to believe in. I could understand that some people needed this sort of belief to guide their life and that was good for them! It just wasn't my case and I needed to believe the contrary so that I could continue jacking off under the shower thinking about other guys.

That's when things became more complicated in my family.

Obviously, my temperament was still too weak to confront my parents on these topics and the following few years were quite a pain, with me trying to rebel but without claiming the true reasons for my change of character. As the youngest child in the household, I was always supposed to say grace before meals, but I then began to refuse doing this. Then came all the protesting and sulking each time we went to mass. I also dropped prayers upon waking up and before bedtime.

Tension grew within the family for obvious reasons, yet I never explained the reasons for this change in my behavior. As a result, they asked Father Joseph to interfere and speak with me, but I always refused to confess my homosexuality to the priest of our church. I knew it would only enhance further problems.

Things haven't changed much over the past few years and the situation is the same. The sad reality is that I still need my parents to provide for me until I can get out of here and start the life I want as an adult. Then, I will be able to cash in the savings my grandparents secured for my higher education. As if... I hate school and I don't intend to go to college. If I ran away now, I would even be glad to skip my last two years in high school. However, it always comes down to the same problem.

Mark, Joshua and Camden. I just can't run away from them. They are the air I breathe. They are the reason why I will hold on and deal with this hell of mine for as long as I can.

Most of the time, it's not that bad for I have learned to handle my parents. At home, I avoid them as much as possible, locking myself in my bedroom. The perks of being the only male child is that I have a bedroom of my own when my sisters share two other rooms for the four of them. It used to be worse, though. Mary-Elizabeth is in convent now and Elisa, Cecilia and Isabel left home when they got married. Now it's only four girls sharing two rooms.

Besides, my parents still allow me a bit of freedom. Even if I have been a bit difficult since I entered adolescence, they know that I'm not the kind of teenager who gets himself into big troubles. So, they allow me to hang out in the afternoons and over the weekends, provided that I have performed my chores and done my homework, and that I never break curfew or miss rituals. I can't guarantee that I always respect all these rules, but I usually manage to escape punishments and at the end of the day, all that matters is that I spend as much time as I can with my best friends.

Mostly. It turns that I have sort of betrayed them a bit over the past two weeks, but I well intend to buy myself back on Sunday. I just hope that I will have the guts to...

My parents own a fairly nice house that they inherited from my paternal grandparents. The Cox family have a past in Collingswood as my forefathers, although of Welsh descendance, took part in the colonialization of this area of New Jersey together with English Quakers. I don't know when the breakdown occurred, but my family pride themselves in having participated to the building of our Catholic church. Whatever, their current wealth isn't what my ancestors' used to be anymore, but it seems like my father's career is more than enough to provide for a family of eleven.

My mother has never worked – not out of laziness, I concede that raising nine children has always been enough of activity – and she does pretty much everything at home, but the one thing she can't do is sewing. About a month ago, she sent me to pick up curtains she had given to a needlewoman in Haddon Township after school. Needless to say, I was upset because that meant missing my recreation time with my friends, and yet... This is the day I met him.

There was this cute guy coming from the opposite direction and we exchanged a weird look as we closed the distance separating us and turned into the same street, him first. I adapted my pace to his so that I could stay behind and ogle his adorable little butt. At some point, the boy tripped on an undone shoelace and fell face first. Brave Aaron immediately flew to his rescue, already asking how he was doing, but further words remained stuck in my throat when I discovered the mischievous expression on his face.

Gosh!! He was gazing at me with such hungry eyes, biting his lips. His plump lips, I should say! I could already imagine them around my cock – even if that's something I have never experienced so far. I suspected that this little minx fell on purpose, but I still kindly helped him up before we started walking again. Fate sometimes... It turns out that he was the needlewoman's son! Nothing happened that day nonetheless and once I had given the cash to his mother and gotten the curtains back, I just left, hoping I'd have to run similar errands as soon as possible.

Hassling my mother for more sewing works would have sounded suspicious, so after almost two weeks without another request from her, I decided to wander in that neighborhood again after school and on my second attempt, I eventually came across the cutie. In reality, he was the one who spotted me first and came to speak. That afternoon, we simply spent an hour chitchatting about nothing and everything in a park. Since then, I have repeated the experience a few times, ditching my best friends with fake excuses for being grounded or having stuff to do at home.

I hate lying to my friends, even by omission, but I have just been wondering how to bring up this sensitive subject. As weird as it may sound for 16-year-old teenagers, sex is a topic we have scarcely broached so far. There are sometimes lewd jokes, but we have never had a serious conversation about our respective sexuality. Perhaps we are just prudes or puberty-procrastinators, yet I have a feeling that fate is enjoying itself here again. I would bet my ass that the four of us are gays.

Joshua's hate for girls is too obvious and it can't only be due to his mother's unfaithfulness in marriage. Camden is a bit less vehement on the fair sex and we even witnessed him kissing a girl about a year ago, but it looked more like he was challenging himself to do so or trying his sexual orientation. As for Mark, I really don't know. He does sound like an innocent prude to be honest and yet, I can tell there's more to it. I sometimes wonder if he isn't playing a game to try and hide the sex beast inside of him.

This is why I want to provoke this conversation on Sunday and finally find out more about my best friends' sexual preferences. Because fuck! We're guys, we're 16, and we should be having this kind of talk as best friends! The bond between us is so tight that even if I'm mistaken on their potential homosexuality, coming out to them shouldn't yield any fear of rejection.

Anyway, things have gotten pretty fast with Isaiah – since this is the cutie's name – because it happens that he's far from timid. Way less than I am, but in my defense, I am totally inexperienced. We shared our first kiss last Wednesday – just a chaste one when it was time for me to go home – and on Friday, we literally French kissed, which extended to groping each other on Monday. Needless to say I had to walk back home with a freaking boner that only a jack-off session in the shower got me rid of. I'm just eager for the next step!

* * *

The day at school has been awfully dragging, but the last bell of the day has finally rung and I meet my friends at the lockers again.

"Mom said she'd bake cookies this morning. Are you guys coming over?" Mark offers as we all hurry out of the school building.

"Sorry, guys... I can't..." I reply awkwardly. "I've got strict orders to go straight back home this afternoon... Got some stupid chores to do in the garden..." I add with a sigh.

"Again?" Joshua exclaims doubtfully and I nod in answer.

"You sure you're okay, Ron?" Camden asks warily. "Everything alright at home?"

"Yeah, yeah, no worries... It's just... It's mid-October and my Dad wants me to collect all the leaves on the lawn, so..."

"We could go and help you!" Mark cheers. "We'd be done in no time and we'd get comfort over good cookies and a hot chocolate at the restaurant!"

"No, don't worry guys... Besides, I need to finish this assignment for tomorrow in lit and I got extra work in Math too. And there might be extra prayers for my birthday," I grumble, grimacing, before I add: "Tomorrow, I'll make sure to be with you!"

"Okay then... But be sure to be available on Sunday, Aaron! You're not missing our party!" Joshua says.

"I promise, guys!" 

With that, we part ways and I hurry toward my house. I take a long detour to make sure I won't meet them and half an hour later, I am finally at Isaiah's home. His parents divorced when he was a small kid and his mother never remarried, so it's just the two of them. This afternoon, she is in Philadelphia for some errands and we have the house to ourselves. The boy lives in a crumbled little habitation that would seriously need some renovations, but inside, it's really neat and clean.

Isaiah shows me to his bedroom, leading me straight to his single bed. There are no words exchanged and seconds later, we are already kissing, lying on our sides. It's funny how he can be bold – in the sense that he flirts easily – and yet so meek, which makes me quickly take the lead in our kiss. He is also much smaller than I am, and frailer too, so I am cautious not to crush him with my weight as I roll us to lie over him.

After barely a few minutes, I am already hard in my pants and humping against his own hardness. It doesn't take him long before he starts fumbling with my belt, then undoes the buttons of my jeans and slips his hand inside. Fuck! I almost come in my briefs at the contact! No one has ever touched me there... even with only the fabric of my underwear as a shield, I can't help the delightful sensations. Feeling his warm hand rubbing against my shaft makes it painful to refrain but I am suddenly seized by doubts. Do I really want to do this now?

"Wait..." I breathe out, rolling us back to our sides.

"Wait what? Haven't you ever done this before?" he asks in his sweet and small voice.

"Done what?"

"Touched yourself...? Masturbated...? Jacked off...?" he replies with a mischievous smile.

"Oh that? Yes, I have! But..."

"But you've never had anyone doing it for you?" he answers, making it sound more like a statement than a question. "I had figured that much, Aaron... But I could show you... It feels much better when someone else does it for you..." he then adds meekly, brushing his fingers on my chest and blushing deeply. This guy is really weird! How can he be so daring and shy at the same time?

"You're not a virgin, right?" I ask bluntly, causing him to open his eyes wildly.

"I am!!" he squeals, slapping my chest this time. "I'm not a slut!!"

"I didn't mean it like that, Isaiah!!" I exclaim, feeling bad for having hurt him. "That wouldn't make you a slut! You just... look much more experienced than I am, and I was just wondering..." I mumble apologetically, reaching for his face for a light peck on his lips. "I'm sorry, that was really just a question... and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to," I add in a whisper.

"I already answered anyway," he replies, rolling his eyes. I'm glad to see a smile pull on his face though and this reassures me. "I have fooled around with a few guys, like... kissing, hand jobs and blowjobs too... but... I've never done... you know... the whole deed... I'm not ready for that yet."

"That's good then. I think you shouldn't give your virginity to just anyone either. I'm sorry if I hurt you with my question."

"No worries, it's okay. I'm just really at ease with my homosexuality and I don't care what people think about it. My mother doesn't mind either."

Lucky him! I wish my parents would do so! But it won't happen, and this is probably why I have refrained so much on my desires so far.

We soon return to kissing and quickly help each other out of our tee-shirts. Isaiah gets back to cupping my privates with his hands over my briefs, gently massaging my balls and caressing my erection. I can feel my orgasm building again but I don't want to come so fast so, still kissing, I return him the favor and once I have opened his pants, I slip a hand inside and begin to grope him too.

This is all new to me and I must admit it feels a bit weird to touch someone else's privates, even through the fabric of his own briefs, but I love it. My hand remains a bit awkward as I don't really know how much pressure I should muster in my fingers, and I still feel a bit shy about it, but I simply mimic his gestures, and he soon begins to moan through our kiss. After several minutes, Isaiah takes the lead again and somehow, he manages to make me lie on my back in the middle of his bed before he pulls down my pants to my ankles and straddles my thighs. With his small hands resting on my lower abdomen while mine are laying on his thighs, he just stares down at me, his eyes shining with mischief.

"You seem to be... big... down there..." he whispers in a barely audible voice and that makes me chuckle. It is true that God has ironically endowed me well in that department. Too bad for Him I don't want to plunge it into a vagina with the sole purpose of creating children!

"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," I reply with a wink.

"I want to see yours first..." he says, poking his tongue out as he begins to lower my briefs, his eyes still locked on mine.

I help him by slightly lifting my hips and once done, I watch his green orbs travel down my chest and they almost bulge out when they reach my crotch. It doesn't seem to scare him though and I see his thin fingers tentatively reach for my hard member. When the tip of his index meets my manhood, a wave of pleasure courses through me, but this is nothing compared to the moment he wraps his fingers around my girth and pulls down the foreskin, revealing an almost-purple and wet mushroom.

"Oh Gosh!!!" I hiss, fighting the fire in my balls.

"Your dick is really beautiful..." he says, still in a small voice, as he begins to stroke me quite slowly.

"I want to see yours too!" I blurt out. I need to focus on something else than the pleasure I'm getting from his touch or I'm going to explode in no time.

"It's definitely not as big as yours..." he replies, blushing deeply, but he still kneels up and lets me lower his briefs, freeing an erection that is indeed shorter and thinner than mine. Honestly, I don't really care, and once he is back sitting on my thighs, I reach for his own penis and easily wrap my fingers around it. "Ngh... feels good..." he whispers as I begin to stroke him.

Damn! I love the sensation of touching someone else's shaft, its warmth and softness feel great on my fingers! I just love it! As much as feeling his own fingers on mine! I didn't have any doubts on my preference for males, but this only confirms my sexual orientation and I couldn't care less about what God may think. If He was so upset with what I'm doing right now, I'm sure He would have sent the thunder to strike me straight away.

Isaiah kneels up and takes support with his left hand on my chest to lean a bit forward while he continues to stroke me with the right one. My right hand is caressing his side while the other one keeps returning him the favor and our eyes are intensely locked. After barely a couple of minutes, I really have a hard time containing myself, so my hand picks up speed, only enhancing more moans out of him.

"Ngh... I'm going to come..." he pants feverishly and this throws me overboard.

The fire I have been holding in my balls suddenly explodes in the form of long streams of milk that erupts from my cock, landing all over my chest. My deep groan echoes to Isaiah's as his member spurts its juices on my stomach, some of them mixing with mine. The shivers that seize me are powerful, making my whole body tense and shake.

Fuck!! This is something else! This has nothing to do with whatever I feel every time I masturbate! This orgasm leaves me completely limp and it takes me quite a few minutes to come down from my high.

When I do, Isaiah is smiling blissfully at me, all red in the face. There is an awkward moment when we take in the sticky mess on my torso, but he quickly grabs his tee-shirt and wipes me clean, chuckling lightly. I join him as his laughter grows, and once we have tucked ourselves back into our underwear, he lies down next to me and we cuddle in silence for a long moment.

"Did you like it?" Isaiah eventually asks in another whisper.

"Greatly... It was... so good..."

"Cool... Happy birthday, Aaron, glad you enjoyed your gift," he then says through a light giggle that makes me laugh.

"Why, thank you! Probably the best gift I'll get on my sixteenth birthday!" I reply, thinking about the tick and rectangle wrapped package I spotted in the living room before I left home this morning.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Isaiah then asks out of the blue.

"Am I not already?" I reply with mock offense, smirking at him.

"Yes, you are..."

"All good then!" I cheer and we cuddle for a while longer. However, it soon hits me that time has flown by and I realize I'm going to be late at home. "Shit!! I gotta go now!!" I exclaim, disentangling from his hold and getting off his bed to put my tee-shirt back on.

"Yeah, it's getting late and my mom will soon be back too... Will we meet on Sunday?"

"I can't on Sunday... but I'll try to come on Saturday if I do all my chores and homework fast enough!" I promise as we head back to the small living room.

"Okay, great!"

We kiss a bit more and I am on my way back home, running happily. Damn! I just had my first sexual experience and it was great! I loved it and I want to do it again! I hope I won't get in trouble when I arrive home because I am super late but whatever happens, it was worth it. Masturbating while thinking about handsome guys is nice, but having a cute boy doing it for me was truly something else. Fuck, I really need to tell my friends about that!

I have made my decision! On Sunday, I'm definitely coming out to Mark, Camden and Joshua!

That's if I'm not grounded... 

Because when I walk into my house, my mother's angry look doesn't bode anything good.

"Aaron Matthew Cox! Come here!"

Yeah... My mother's voice truly sounds like trouble.

Published on 15 February 2019

And this is the start of a long trip in the past of our four friends!

First of all, now that I have reread all the comments in the A Call To Readers book, I would like to thank each and everyone of you who participated with explanations and suggestions that you will certainly see in the first twenty chapters of this book. Without these, I'm not sure I would have gotten the right references to write this part, and I'd like to specially thank JaneyJordan  for her precious knowledge, ideas and clarifications.

And thank you to @DianaQ78 for pointing out an inappropriate use of the word "retard" which I changed to "procrastinators" upon a suggestion by DanGarrett . Thanks to both of you!

Now this has been said, remember that this is a fiction and that it doesn't aim at criticizing religions at all. Aaron's family is one rare case of extreme Catholics, and although such families do exist, they do not represent the majority of this faith. Some of Aaron's thoughts will be rude, but they're only logical in the context, so please forgive him, the intention is not to offend anyone :)

In the coming days, I will publish two new parts in this book: a list of all the characters that you will meet in Aaron's three books as well as a timeline. These three books cover 16 years and will take you to several places (mostly New Jersey, Los Angeles and then Chicago) where you'll meet plenty of people, so I thought it might help some you. They'll remain at the end of the book, I will update them progressively as we move forward into the story and you can check them anytime ;)

This is it for today! There's still no real schedule to publish, but I have decided that I would post one new chapter on the condition that I have written at least three new chapters in the next books between each new one I publish and not more than once per week for now. I'm reaching Aaron's move to Chicago in book 2 though, so I'm quite confident with my inspiration and I really can't wait to start book 3, so it should work :)

See you soon for the next chapter. You'll get to meet Aaron's family and a better idea of what a strict father with archaic methods means.