Hey there!

It's been a long time but I've worked quite a lot making some research on my own. I'm glad to say I've reached the end of the "religious" chapters in Aaron's story now and I wanted to thank you, because without your help, it would have been much more difficult. I used all the leads you gave me, made more research on them, and it's been so fruitful, I'm really grateful for that. So thank you very much for that. I hope these first 20 or so chapters won't disappoint you when I publish them!

Now it's time for Aaron to flee New Jersey and discover new things as you already know. Such a bad idea I chose Los Angeles as his destination because it's another city I don't know at all (I should have gone for Frisco, at least I've been there lol!!!) so this means more research but that should be fairly easy!

So this means that about 20 chapters of Aaron's first book have been written, which is nothing considering that both books should include a minimum of 140 chapters in total... but that's a start and I hope they were the hardest to write :)

I'm keeping this "book" open just in case I need to get back to it later, but it's up to you if you want to keep it in your libraries or not!

Anyway, once again I would like to thank you again with a little bonus... This is a long excerpt from chapter 8, just the day before Aaron goes on his summer camp. It's not the entire chapter of course, so that you don't get too many spoilers regarding the story, but I hope you'll like the smutty bit between Cam and Aaron in any case. It'll also show you an example of things you're going to see in the first of Aaron's books: how the guys developed into what they became and what you already know of them, and also how different they could be from the Doms you know. It's just a draft, so it might change when I edit later.

Do not read further down if you don't like spoilers ;)

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Sadly, this is the end for me. I am going to spend the last three weeks of the summer break at a camp in Virginia, among young believers and priests before school starts again, and this is what has me so down low.

"Ron... please smile..." Cam suddenly says, pulling me out of my dark thoughts. "I hate seeing you so sad..." he sighs, dropping the issue of Unzipped! he was looking at. Look who's talking! If there is one sad face in our group of friends, this is usually him!

"Sorry... Not much I can do about it..." I reply bitterly.

"I know what could help you..." he whispers softly.

"What? Want to suck my dick?" I chuckle.

"Maybe later... Take off your tee-shirt and lie on your stomach!" he says, already scooting toward me.

"I don't like the lie-on-your-stomach part, bro..." I reply warily, which makes him roll his eyes.

"Aaron, just trust me for once!" he says honestly and seriously, so I comply with his request, pull my tee-shirt off, and lie down on the floor of the shack.

This is just the two of us, today. Joshua left with his parents on vacation yesterday – one week in Miami, then another week cruising to the Bahamas! Lucky bastard! – and since it's Sunday, the only day Mark can spend with his parents because the restaurant is closed, only Camden was available to hang out. I actually shouldn't be here, but I worked my ass off yesterday at home to compromise on a last afternoon out and this morning at church, I was the most hypocrite I could during the mass. Sometimes, I still feel bad for being such a bad Catholic, so impious and sinful, but as time passes, my guilt and desire for forgiveness are lessening.

"Hey!!! What're you doing!?" I yell when Cam straddles my hips and sits on my butt. I try to twist and turn, but that dumbass lays his hand on my shoulders and pushes me down.

"I said, trust me for once, Ron!" he replies angrily, and I have no other choice than to flatten back on the floor since he is in a better position. "I'm not going to fuck you if that's what you think," he then huffs but what catches my attention right then are his hands beginning to press on my shoulder blades and his fingers starting to knead my flesh and muscles.

To say I am surprised, caught off guard or dumbfounded would be an understatement because I have no idea where this is coming from. However, this is not the most confusing in itself. Of course, I am stunned he would massage me but knowing Cam, I would expect him to put some force into his moves, I would expect some sort of violence or brutality in his strokes, but there is none of that. His fingers are gentle and soft and the way the palms of his hands add some pressure where I am tense actually relaxes that tension. It's just a mix of patting – almost caresses – and smooth squeezes and it feels good. After barely a few minutes, I already feel better.

"Damn! Where have you learned that, Cam?" I almost moan.

"Dunno... I just like doing that... It's relaxing... for me..." he replies and I can totally picture him shrugging his shoulders from the nonchalance in his tone.

"I get that but you're really good at it!"

"Sony likes that a lot too... especially when he has nightmares..."

"You massage him?"

"Yeah, sometimes. It started about three years ago, when he joined me in my bed after a bad dream. He was scared shitless, saying our bastard of a father came back and beat him... He said his body hurt like he'd been hit... But that wasn't the case of course. He was just super tense, so I tried to make him relax and he fell asleep almost right away. Now that's become a habit. Each time he wakes up from a nightmare, he asks for a massage..." Cam explains in a detached tone that doesn't match the softness of his voice as he speaks about his younger brother.

"I bet he likes it... but how about you? I mean... I don't know if you like doing that but... you're fucking good at it..." I exclaim.

"I want to be a physiotherapist, Aaron..." he sighs in answer as his hands stop moving.

"What?" I reply, managing to shift and he lets me rest on my back, yet still sitting on my lap.

Cam has rather thin features but that probably goes with his slender frame; I know he doesn't eat to his heart content at home, month ends are too difficult. Yet, exactly like his body could develop into something more powerful, his sweet face displays harder traits that are manlier. It's something you can see in his harsh expressions, the coldness of his gray eyes or the way he grows more facial hair than Mark and I do for instance. And this is what I can see right now. A mix of dryness and fierceness – viciousness too – combined with warmth, carefulness and even virtuousness to some extent.

"This sounds like a great career..." I say after a minute of silence.

"But you're doubting me... You think I couldn't do this... because I'm not smart enough and... you think that doesn't match my temper, and..."

"Cam!!! I never said that!! And you are smart! For Christ's sake, you've got better grades than I do!!!" I exclaim, catching his thin wrists.

"That's because you just don't try... You could do much better... I have to work really hard at night to get those grades..." he snorts.

"I'm sure you do, but that only proves your determination, Cam... Now it's true I wouldn't have imagined you in such a career... but why not...? If that's what you want to do..."

"I just can't really explain it, Aaron..." he sighs again. "It's like... I don't know... I don't know if it's Sony in general, but when I massage him, it soothes my angers, somehow. And I feel like I'm providing him with the care I never got... But it's not only that. I wasn't sure until a few minutes ago but I think I got some sort of evidence..."

"What are you talking about?" I ask curiously, and his eyes darken by the second, plunging into mine.

"I know how unhappy you are in your family, Aaron. I know how sad it makes you to have to go to that camp. How painful it is, and I hate your parents for doing this to you... I really loathe them, Aaron, because I hate to see you like this. It angered me earlier! And... I don't know how to explain it, but feeling your muscles loosen up under my hands, it was... it felt great, like I was useful at something... I really want to do that to people who need it. Maybe more than hurting bad people..." he tries to explain. I love his reasoning!

"That's... wow, that's really great, Cam! Go for it!" I encourage him, even if I don't want to think about the fact that it will separate us from each other during his studies. Just like Joshua who will be far from us if he manages to get into the college he wants. Mark still isn't sure about where he wants to study, so I might still have him... That's if I am still here. I don't even know what I am going to do with myself.

"Yeah... I've been thinking about it for some time now... But I'll need a grant..." he sighs again. "That's why I've been working harder over the last two years, I hope it'll help in all the grants I'll apply for..."

"Why didn't you say it before? How come you never talked about that to us?"

"Dunno... Thought you guys would find it silly..."

"It's not, Cam! It's actually a great plan and I'm hurt you thought that! You know we'd give you the best support!"

"Yeah, sorry..." he replies meekly, but a glint of mischievousness sparkles in his eyes, causing a sudden twitch in my briefs. "I know another way to relax you... as an apology..." he smirks as his hands slide from his thighs to my hips, slowly reaching for the waistband of my shorts.

"Ugh, Cam..." This is all I can say as his right hand is already slipping inside my underwear, grabbing my semi-hard that he begins to massage gently.

"I know you like this... It's already swelling..." he then adds huskily when I try to protest – feebly – by pushing him but he reinforces his position on me, using his other hand to catch mine. "Say you like it, Ron... You can't deny it... You're getting harder..."

"Ugh just shut the fuck up and let me pull down my shorts!" I grumble. His talk has aroused me to no end and now I would really like to get some release indeed because I am hard as fuck. While he briefly stands up to allow me to get rid of my clothes, he also takes his off, revealing his own erection before he kneels back down and straddles my thighs. "Hmm... Are you going to sit on my dick, Cam?" I tease him, expecting to see his middle finger rise.

"Dream... That won't ever happen again..." he groans instead as he bends over and takes me in his mouth, stroking the base of my shaft with his right hand.

"Ngh... This is gooooood..." I moan. Damn! He has gotten really great at sucking! "Never say never, Cammy... I wouldn't mind another taste of your ass..." I manage to say through the delicious sensations and this time, I really get to see him flip me the bird.

"Wet enough..." he says about a minute later as he leans back up, spits in his hand and smears his saliva over his own erection.

"Duh... Wet is not what I need, Cam! Now I need release!!" I protest but then I get what he has in mind. He scoots forward until both our members touch, and he wraps his long fingers around them, slipping his index in between. As he takes support on his left hand beside me and slightly leans forward, he starts stroking both our shafts together, staring down at me with his intense eyes and my hands naturally reach for his shoulders. "Oh, fuck!!! That's good!!"

"I knew you'd like that..." he chuckles.

I can't do much with him sitting on me but his hips slowly rocking back and forth help, I guess, so I just rest my hands on his thighs. This is nice seeing both our erections joined together and rubbing against one another, then the sensation of his fingers squeezing our cocks, damn! This is delicious! It doesn't take long before the fire of an impending orgasm starts building down there and our laborious breathing excites me more and more.

"Wait for me... so we can come together... Ron..." Cam whispers but I don't think I can hold it much longer. I am about to explode so I reach for his nipples and hurry to stimulate them by pinching and twisting the little buds between my thumbs and index fingers. "Oh God..." he squeaks painfully but it seems to do the trick. "Coming..." he pants and I release my hold.

Streams of white cream spurt out of both our cocks at the same time all over my chest as our moans turn into deeper groans of pleasure. I just love the overwhelming bliss of an orgasm when all these muscles in the pelvic region contract in delightful spasms. That jerk was right! My body has now entirely relaxed, throwing me into an ecstatic sort of daze.

"Fuck! That was good!" Cam chuckles above me.

"Yeahhhh," I sigh with content. "Thanks, Dr. Hall..."

"At your service..." he replies as an impish expression covers his face. "Isn't that beautiful?" he says, using his index finger to mix the gobs of semen on my chest. "The poor little Jesus on your gold chain got swamped in cum..." he then adds in a chuckle.

"You're gross, Cam!!"

"Am I?" he asks mischievously.

"You are!!" I reply but at the same moment, that idiot cups a load of cream with two of his fingers and, before I have time to react, he shoves them in my mouth, spreading the substance on my tongue. He really catches me off-guard and as he pushes on my chin, effectively closing my jaw, I have no other option than to swallow. "Ugh!!! Cam!!" I yell when he eventually moves away from me and stands up, his now-flaccid manhood dangling between his legs. Not that it tastes bad, but still!!