Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 44
Biter Bit

Tuesday 11 November 2003

"Holy crap, Cam..." Josh moans. "Your fingers... Fuck... They're so gooooood..."

"You bet..." Mark sighs with a dizzy voice. "I'm still limp from my own session."

Chuckling, I look at Mark's loose frame still lying on one side of the double-mattress while Josh's is in the middle with Camden sitting on the back of his upper thighs as he conscientiously kneads his long fingers into his back. Double-mattress because since night one, we haven't slept once in the two bedrooms of the suite. Instead, we have been dragging their respective king-size mattresses to the living room to make one huge bed, and even if it was annoying to put everything back in place every morning, we had the pleasure to sleep together at least.

The last three days have been amazing. I have enjoyed every single minute around my best friends, and I wish it would last forever. Sadly, all good things come to an end, and although we still have a long day ahead, Mark and Josh are flying back to New York and Yale tonight while I will spend one last night here with Camden before I return to Los Angeles tomorrow morning.

Despite the unusual extreme cold for an early November in Boston, the guys and I have spent quite a lot of time outside. None of us had ever been to Beantown before, so there was some sightseeing which allowed Cam to discover the city he now lives in in a different way. From the Boston Public Garden to the zoo and to Harborwalk, we mostly had fun being together, wandering down the cobbled streets and admiring the beautiful architecture. Needless to say, the latter had to appeal to our future businessman and he almost regrets choosing Yale over of Harvard for his studies.

After our first evening, rather tense in emotions, we decided to go for more joyful and relaxing nights further on, and since Boston is one of the most gay-friendly cities in the US, there could have been a lot of opportunities. On Sunday evening, we all enjoyed a simple dinner made of burgers and fries in one of those cheap fast-food chains and Cam suggested a gay pub he had already been to a few times – to find preys, as he says. The place had a small dance floor and it wasn't long until we all dived into the electric ambiance, uncovering innate rocking and swaying skills we didn't know each other had.

We could have hooked up with other guys and ended up with quite a few sexy partners who would have willingly followed us to our hotel seeing that at least five guys tried to flirtatiously join our group. However, this wasn't the purpose of our evening out. It was our night. Our night to have fun together and we weren't ready to share with anyone else. The five hours we spent on that dance floor were dedicated to our union. Lost in the loud music and in our communion, it felt like it was just the four of us among a nonexistent crowd, humping against one another and sensually prancing up and down.

Last night was much quieter as we locked ourselves in our hotel bedroom. We had bought enough junk food and candies for sustenance that we greedily devoured throughout a movie night. First there was Saving Private Ryan. We had all become fans of Tom Hanks after watching Philadelphia and this movie was missing in our records. Such a shame! It was a great film that will certainly become one of our favorites and that I'll probably watch over and over again.

The next one kind of tainted the mood and was Mark's deliberate choice although he had already seen it, but it seems like our friend was keen on imprinting a not-so-subtle message in my head. Requiem For A Dream, the psychological drama with Jared Leto and Ellen Burstyn that depicts four characters' descent into hell from the abuse of drugs and other forms of addiction, left me in some sort of trance seeing what my life could have been, had I pursued in my own addiction and not been saved by Ivan.

My guardian's guidance was enough to pull me out of this vice and I had already resolved to never relapse, but somehow, the movie struck another chord. I can't tell if it was due to the fantastic soundtrack or the heavy atmosphere, but when the credits unrolled, I was a total emotional mess with uncontrollable shivering. Mark sincerely apologized for what could have sounded like an inappropriate choice, but I simply thanked him. I knew he didn't mean any harm, it was only sincere care for a friend whom he could have lost, and at the end of the day, I was more than grateful for his genuine love for me.

That horny fucker of Josh was the one to cheer up everyone when he started flipping through the adult section of the pay-on-demand movie list and launched a gay porn. Needless to say, the evening ended up with the four of us naked and taking care of each other's manhood with successive blowjobs. Feeling sated and happily exhausted after an average of three orgasms each, we barely had the strength to drag the mattresses together and we fell asleep in a cuddling mess.

At 8 this morning, we had room service deliver our breakfast, which earned us a weird look from the waitress who brought us a trolley of coffee, tea, toasts, bacon and fried eggs and saw the mess in the main room of the suite with four young men only wearing boxer briefs, but we couldn't care less. It's not as if we were going to leave the place in such a state of chaos. Once we were all fed, Cam offered to show us a bit of what he had already learned in his physiology classes, claiming his massaging skills had improved.

If I judge by Mark's relaxed body and Joshua's moans while Camden is massaging him, I understand that our future physiologist of a friend is doing great indeed, and I can't wait for my turn to undergo this delicious treatment.

"Your turn to experience my magical fingers, Ron," Cam whispers as he runs both his hands along Josh's spine one last time very slowly, from his neck to the crack of his backside, before he swiftly tucks a longer strand of hair behind his ear.

"Fuck yeah!" I cheer, already jumping to sprawl on the last free side of the joint mattresses, lying flat on my stomach.

"Enjoy, Ron... Feels fucking good," Josh sighs with content, closing his eyes.

"I will..."

As Cam shifts to sit on my thighs, I bury the left side my face into a pillow and rest my arms along my sides, willing all my muscles to go lax. My friend pours a bit of a nice-scenting oil along my spine and there come the delightful sensations as his peculiarly-long hands start spreading the substance all over my back.

"It's nice to see you're not as knotted as the last time I massaged you, Ron," Cam murmurs softly, and memories of a certain afternoon at our old shack the day before I went to that retreat camp flash back in.

This had ended in a rather dirty session of sucking and a joint hand job, and as my cock begins to swell from the recollection, I strive to push back these naughty thoughts and focus on Cam's fingers rubbing my skin. The session goes on in silence – I wonder if Josh and Mark have fallen asleep – and I simply relish in the way my friend's digits knead my flesh and muscles with so much talent. There is the exact amount of pressure that allows me to entirely relax, just enough for pleasant sensations, nothing too strong to make it disagreeable or painful.

Camden will always remain a mystery somehow. How can someone with such anger issues and violent urges provide the sweetest and gentlest care to others? How does he manage to rein in his inner brute while lavishing the most delectable vibes? For sure, practice has made him even better and I can truly see his progress, but I'm much more impressed by the powerful vibes emanating from his touches. I can feel his tenderness seeping from the light caresses, and I enjoy this a lot because it shows how much of a lamb is hiding underneath the wolf skin.

The shrilling ringtone of my mobile phone suddenly jerks me from my daze after a good fifteen minutes of relaxing treatment and with a grunt, I mentally curse Ivan for calling so early.

It can only be him.

As per the promise I made before I left Los Angeles on Saturday, I have kept him informed of my whereabouts through numerous texts and we also spoke twice on the phone. The latter left me quite unsettled as beneath his self-confident and cheerful tone, I could also decipher unusual hints of stress and concern; as if anything bad could happen to me; as if he truly feared I might not come back.

"You're missing me, aren't you?" I teased him yesterday afternoon while the guys and I were having that stroll in the Boston Public Garden.

"Of course, I am," he grunted.

"I miss you too."

"Don't forget your flight's at 8am on Thursday."

"I know, don't worry! It's not like you haven't reminded me a thousand times already."

"And I'll remind you a thousand times more until you're at the airport."

"Jeez! You're really scared I won't come back, aren't you?" I smirked.

"No, I know you will," he replied, but once again, his voice wasn't as confident as it usually is.

"Of course, I'll come back, Ivan. You know how much I care for you."

I really tried my best to reassure him, but at what cost... Even if I was lingering a bit behind the guys, they could hear part of the conversation, which earned me quite a few jokes on how cute I was. I didn't mind, though. Ivan has become a whole part of my life and he matters just as much as Mark, Josh and Cam do, so I easily accepted their badgering.

Now, I wish Ivan didn't call while I am enjoying this delightful massage, but when I grab the device resting on the floor beside the mattress, I'm quite surprised to see an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, am I speaking with Mister... Aaron Arthur Cox?" a feminine voice politely asks.

"Yes, I am. And you are?"

"My name is Suzanna, from CWT in Los Angeles, and I'm calling with regards to your flight from Boston to Los Angeles tomorrow. I'm afraid it's been cancelled due to a heavy snowstorm forecast next night in Boston."

Shit! Lost in the elation of our reunion, none of us has paid any attention to the news or weather forecast over the past three days, and although Cam did tell us that the temperatures were extremely low and the weather quite worse than it's supposed to be at that time of year – at least that's what he heard from other classmates – I never thought it could get that far.

"A snowstorm?" I repeat dubiously.

"Yes, Sir. A depression coming from the Greenland which is sliding southward over Canada at the moment and that will reach the northeast of the United States at night. As of now, 90% of the flights have been cancelled for tomorrow and it might skid over on Thursday and Friday. In this respect, I'm proposing to reschedule your flight today if you will."

"Ugh today!?" I almost whine, upset that I'll miss some time with my friends.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Unless you can afford to stay for a few more days in Boston?"

Well, Joshua and Mark are flying back to their respective towns tonight and Camden will have to go back to college tomorrow morning, so what would I do alone in this city? For sure, I could still meet Cam for a couple of hours at night, though I can't be sure since he will have to catch up on his homework, but I doubt Ivan would be pleased with a longer absence, especially as he has planned a serious conversation about my future tomorrow afternoon

"No, I have to fly back by tomorrow the latest, I can't stay until this week-end," I reply, definitely catching my friends' attention.

"I have only two options, then. There are three seats left on a flight with United departing at 5:14pm and landing in Los Angeles at 8:34pm, or I could offer to rebook you on an American Airways flight departing from Boston at 2:52pm and arriving in Los Angeles at 6:10pm," the lady suggests, and I make a quick decision.

"First option, please," I reply as it will leave me two more hours with my friends since Josh's and Mark's own flights leave around that time.

"Alright, please hold on a minute while I proceed with your booking."

"Okay, thanks," I say before she puts me on hold.

"What's going on?" Josh asks.

"There's a big snowstorm coming ahead next night, and my flight's cancelled tomorrow. They're booking me on another flight this afternoon," I sigh as I sit up now that Cam's off my back, which allows me to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"But you'd planned to spend the evening with Cam," Mark comments with compassionate remorse.

"Fucking storm."

"Sorry, Cammy. It'll have to be another time," I say as warmly as I can despite my own sadness. "On the good side, we still had three full days all together and it was worth everything, guys."

"Yeah, let's stay positive," Mark cheers, wrapping an arm around Cam's shoulders. "And we still have a few more hours before it's time to leave."

Mark is right, let's keep the positive sides in mind. This first reunion has been awesome and even if it might be months until we meet again, I feel entirely rekindled by this short trip to Boston and we will still be able to keep chatting over the phone in the future. Anyway, the next three or four years – even seven as far as Cam is concerned – will be dedicated to our studies, so we will just have to deal with the long-distance friendship.

I must admit that I am also quite eager to see Ivan again. Somehow, I wish he had been here with us, and I realize that I have truly missed him. Besides, there is also this promise he made before I left Los Angeles, and I can't wait to hear about those so-called revelations. Once the lady from CWT has confirmed that I have been rebooked on the 5:14pm flight, I hang up and decide against informing Ivan of my earlier return. I can't help a smirk as I think of the surprise it will make for my guardian, and even if he calls me later, I just won't tell him.

Determined to make the most of our last hours together, the guys and I quickly tidy up our suite and after a long common shower – which obviously turns into a naughty one again – we pack up our stuff and head out, leaving our luggage at the reception so that we can walk freely in the area until it's time to go to the airport. Joshua generously treats us with a delicious meal in a French restaurant to Mark's utter joy and we spend part of the afternoon shopping and fighting the cold in the streets of Beantown.

The atmosphere is as joyful as ever until we get our luggage back from the hotel. The four of us fall significantly more silent as the subway takes us eastward to Logan Airport and despite the brief peeks and small smiles at each other, I can tell that the same gloom is filling my friends' heads. However, we aren't guys to let dullness ruin the end of what has been a wonderful long weekend, so with a bit of chaffing, we eventually make it there cheerfully laughing.

Camden patiently waits for us while each of Mark, Joshua and I check in and get our boarding passes, and the rollercoaster of emotions we have been through over the weekend reaches another slope, with a new separation in its hollow. We really strive to keep our spirits high and grab the most of the last minutes we're given to share together around soft drinks at a bar, but when the moment comes to part ways, stomachs begin to churn, pressure squeezes these poor life-muscles within our chests and eyes become shinier than they should without a fever.

There are tight hugs. Plenty of them. With a lot of patting and brushes against backs.

There is nervous laughter.

Do we care about how silly four tall guys look with damp eyes as they bid their goodbyes? Not at all.

There are promises. Promises to repeat such weekends as soon as we can. Promises to visit each other whenever possible. Promises to keep in touch no matter what. Promises that nothing will ever break the titanium bond between us.

Like a lost soul, I soon find myself in the waiting room, right on time as passengers of my flight are called for boarding. All these emotions have thrown me in some sort of daze, as if I had been anesthetized, yet fully aware of the mixed feelings overwhelming me. It's only when the plane takes off and reaches its cruising pace that realization hits me. Once again, my physical sheath is being dragged away from three of the persons I cherish the most in this world, meaning I won't get to feel their carnal presence near me before a long time.

My neighbor is already asleep, but had he been awake, he would have been the witness of a few tears streaking my cheeks. Not that I would have cared the slightest bit.

Come on, Ron! Man up!

Can't you let the positive aspects stand on top of the negative ones? How lucky were you to be given the chance to meet them for almost four full days? Didn't you enjoy the time you spent together? Didn't you make the most of it?

This isn't a farewell, it's just a goodbye, and there'll be more opportunities to see them again in the future.

And think about Ivan. You've missed him more than you'd think. Can't you just take comfort in the surprise you're about to make with your earlier return?

Yes, I need to focus on more productive thoughts. Brooding won't do me any good and it would be quite unfair. Yes, I had my share of dramatic events and sad era, but I'm one lucky guy with three buddies who love me as much as I love them and a good Samaritan watching over me. The last few days were tremendous and it's all that should matter because I deeply enjoyed my fun time around Josh, Cam and Mark, even if there were a few painful moments whenever my dark epoch was brought up.

Throughout the weekend, the guys kept asking questions, requiring more and more details on certain aspects I had omitted during the confession evening. They mostly wanted to know more about Ivan and the way we had met, and I honestly told them about our first encounter in his car and how things happened at the hospital after he saved me from the brawl. Determined to rule by honesty and to share everything with my best friends – on top of my desire to completely get rid of a burden I held for too long – I gladly answered all their questions, happy to discover that with each revelation, the constriction in my chest loosened up until I felt entirely assuaged.

And then, yes, there's Ivan. I can't really put words on what I exactly feel for him and it's rather confusing. All I know is that as my plane lands in Los Angeles that evening, the sadness I felt when I boarded has dissipated, replaced with a new eagerness to see him again. When he called earlier this afternoon, I kept my change of flight secret, and I can't wait to surprise him at home now.

It's partly cloudy in the City Of Angels tonight but the temperature is yet above 60°, so as soon as I have gotten my luggage back, I tuck my warm coat inside my duffle bag and head out of the terminal only keeping my zipped hoodie on, and look for a cab. There's quite a line, but after twenty minutes, I settle down at the back of a yellow sedan and provide the driver with Ivan's address. Today being Tuesday, the Heaven Water is closed, so unless he's out with some of his friends, he should be home.

It's almost 10pm when my chauffeur pulls over in front of the main gate and I'm glad to see that both the SUV and the sedan are parked by the mansion. What strikes me, though, is that all the lights seem to be out on the first floor, filling me with anxiety. Is he already asleep? Is he sick again?

Seconds after I have settled my taxi fare, I am at the entrance door, nervously trying to fit the key into the hole and it takes a few tries before I finally find myself in the dark entrance hall. Fading odors of what must have been a delicious meal reach my nostrils, making my stomach growl but reassuring me a bit. Ivan is definitely home and since he had dinner, I assume he must be alright. The house is silent, but he is maybe reading in the library or watching a movie in his bedroom.

Huh... What if I catch him watching porn and jacking off? He would probably hate it, but damn! Wouldn't that be awesome? I mean... awesomely funny?

Ugh, Ron... You and your dirty thoughts!!

Ivan isn't that old and I'm sure he's a real sex beast. Such a gorgeous man can only be sexually active and he did tell me that he often has one-night stands – even if I never met any of them and still wonder where he has them.

The man is nowhere to be seen on the first floor, but as I get back to the bottom of the staircase, muffled sounds coming from upstairs reach my ears. Noises that sound like moans and groans, but there's something amidst, like smacks or cracks.

What the heck is Ivan watching?

As I silently climb the steps, holding my breath, I have half a mind to retreat directly to my bedroom, because in the end, I'm not sure I want to catch Ivan gawking at a porn movie and doing who knows what else at the same time. However, as I land on the top floor, my curiosity gets piqued. I was expecting his bedroom door to be open, which would explain the hushed noises, but said door is shut.

The mysterious room, though...

A dim light is coming from the room I have always seen locked so far and which I have never dared to ask questions about.

Fuck! What is going on in there!?

I always thought it was holding some sort of private space, maybe a second study or a safe, but curiosity is eating me now.

Breathing heavily, I slowly make my way through the dark corridor and toward the light, feeling my heart summersault in my chest. I shouldn't go... and yet... with the sounds getting clearer...

"Please... Master... Please..."

I almost stop dead in my tracks at the first words pronounced by a soft voice, its incredibly needy tone screaming in the plea. However, my legs seem to proceed on their own accord, taking me further into the long corridor and closer to the mysterious room.

"Fuck yeah... you're such a little bitch... I'm telling you, you're going to learn your lesson..."

What. The. Fuck!?

The door has been left ajar and as I eventually reach it, my jaw almost drops to the floor at the sight in front of me and only my left hand manages to shut what could have been a loud gasp.

My mind is running wild and tons of emotions are washing over me as I try to take in all that this secret room has to offer. It is very dim and I only get to see half of it, but my eyes quickly trail along weird equipment in a random order. A wooden cross. Chains. Whips. A peculiar bench.

Said bench is hosting a young man, stark naked for all I see, on all fours and with his backside fully exposed. I can't fully see his face, since the piece of furniture is sitting askew, but he looks very cute, nicely tanned with mid-length, curly brown hair.

Cataloging these first items doesn't take me more than a second or two, but then my attention gets drawn to the other man standing in this room. The man I have acknowledged as my savior, my guardian, my father figure, my big brother. The man I have grown so fond of. The man I only know in either his business suits, in jeans and shirts, or in shorts and tee-shirts.

Tonight, Ivan is wearing some sort of leather chaps, these garments that cowboys wear over their legs, leaving a firm and sexy ass exposed, and a leather harness sits on his broad chest.

Why do I find this sexy as fuck!? I have no fucking clue!

His right hand is holding what looks like a flogger, and as his powerful arm swings to land the lashes on the boy's back, my cock uncontrollably swells in my briefs. The boy's whimper scares me as much as it excites me.

What the hell is wrong with me!?

"Me foda... Por favor..."

"Language, Pet!" Ivan growls, striking the young man's back once more. "I'm not done with you."

It seems like there's more in store for me as I watch Ivan drop the instrument to the floor and walk to the guy's head, revealing a huge and straining erection.

"Chupa-me puta," he smirks, grabbing a handful of the boy's hair and roughly pulling on it before he shoves himself inside the open mouth.

Oh my goodness! What the fuck is this about!? Where is the Ivan I know? Who is this sex beast!?

After a few deep round trips inside the cutie's mouth that make him gag, Ivan pulls back to grab a condom from the floor. Once the rubber has been slipped over his cock and lube smeared, I see him unceremoniously retrieve a thick plug from the boy's ass that he discards quickly, only to grip the other man's hips and slam into his back entrance with a loud grunt of content.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!

This is all fucked up.

Or is it really?

I don't know...

All I know is that the boy's moan doesn't cover my own squeal and in this instant, Ivan gasps and tilts his head in my direction, eventually noticing my presence in the darkness of the corridor.

"Fuck... Aaron..."

I suddenly feel like I'm caught in a whirl of emotions.

Emotions too contradictory for me to think straight and too strong to handle.

I feel my body vacillating for a second, but I surprisingly grab my shit together fast enough. With tears filling my eyes, I draw back and start running away to the staircase.

"AAROOOOOOOOOOOON!"

Published on 6 May 2020

Hmm... I wonder which of Aaron or Ivan is the most surprised in the end here?

I know you'd have wished more details on the boys' weekend in Boston, but the most important parts were covered. Anyway, what you've been waiting for is right around the corner and we're just about to enter Aaron's submission phase.

Be ready for yet another roller coaster of emotions as Aaron finally discovers BDSM, the Hell Fire and Master Ivan.