Max and Aaron get kinky

Perspective: Max

I'd been crushing on Aaron ever since we moved in, and I'd spent more than a few nights getting myself off to the idea that he might be doing the same just one door down. I even made sure to not be too quiet while jerking off, just in case he wanted to come and see what was wrong. I don't know what it was about him - he was often scruffy, and rarely smiled, but confidence is a hot thing and he had it in spades.

And now he was wrapping his arms around me while this hot-ass stranger stripped him of his shirt. How did I get so lucky? I had seen Aaron shirtless once before, briefly on the way out the shower. He was just wearing a towel then, but a look at his body kept me going for weeks. He was skinny enough to mistake for a coat rack, but without a shirt you could see slight abs poking through. Not a fitness fiend like Thomas, but he clearly put in some work (unlike Jacob and I, who were terminally allergic to exercise). And with just a little hair on his chest, leading down to his crotch...you can probably see why I spent so long thinking about him.

He gave a rare smirk as his lips came closer to mine. In a whisper only I could hear he said, "Do you want this?" My answer was halfway between an "mm-hm" and a moan, which was all the cue he needed. I briefly thought how sweet it was that he asked, but all thoughts were soon lost in a whirl of sensation. He was kissing me - Aaron was kissing me! - and his tongue invaded my mouth as he pushed me into his body, closer to him. The stranger was orbiting us, all hands, testing where we liked to be touched. A hand brushed my nipple and I jolted and gasped. The stranger chuckled and met Aaron's eye. "Message received," he said, and pulled my shirt off. I was more than happy to take more touching, but Thomas and Jacob were already both naked. I heard Thomas saying "I can't believe...", and I knew how he felt. I had been sucking his dick five minutes ago, and now Jacob was going to take it. The three of us were clearly lagging, so I dropped to my knees and undid the stranger's zip. He had forgone underwear, and I remembered that he had already fucked Aaron once already. I had never imagined Aaron as a bottom (perhaps that was wishful thinking on my part), but looking at this guy's dick I could see why he had gone that way. Maybe it's weird to say this about a dick, but it was gorgeous - long but not too long, thick but not too thick, and with a slight upward curve that could hit a prostate just right. I took a breath and immediately took it down my throat, shifting slightly to accommodate the curve. Aaron had pushed the stranger up against the door he had just closed, and they were making out above me. I was happy to hear that the stranger wasn't afraid of a little noise - moaning turns me on hard.

I also detected a little roughness in the way Aaron pushed him against the door, which set my mind alight with ideas. I'd always been submissive, ever since my first girlfriend, even before I knew the word. It goes without saying that in all my fantasies Aaron had been dominant, but I couldn't guess exactly how. Would he fuck me roughly, slamming my head into the bed and spanking me over and over? Would he be more controlling, denying me orgasms to **** me to serve him, feeding me his cum every day? Or would he want to see me humiliated, maybe never let me wear clothes in the house, giving our fellow housemates a good show? (Actually, considering recent events, that last one might happen anyway.) I knew which one I was hoping for most, and thank god, that turned out to be just right.