Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 12
Locker Room

Thursday 26 September 2002

"Aaron!! Your hand!!!" my mother screams suddenly, making me startle and mess one of the last equations I had to do on the Algebra test I must hand in tomorrow.

Fuck!

Thank God, I just started a new sheet of paper and I won't have to do the whole test all over again, but I am still pissed she had to catch me off guard like this. And at the same time, I am mad at myself for not paying more attention. At nearly 17, I know better than to use my left hand at home, even if this is the one I habitually use to write or perform most tasks. I'm a leftie! There's so much I can do about it!

"Ugh, Mom!! Now I have to do this part again!" I grumble, taking another sheet of paper and switching my pen to my right hand.

"Don't you know that you will end up with the goats on God's left if you don't fight this habit of yours, Aaron? Remember Matthew 25: verse 41: Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. Being left-handed is wrong. This is a sign of consorting with the Devil! I don't want my only son to go to hell, I won't let you become a servant of the Devil, so please make this effort, Aaron and use your right hand. Or I will have to teach you how we learned back in the days!"

Will she ever stop annoying me with her bullshit on left-handed and right-handed people? Just thinking that I'll earn the usual speech on leftie people has my fingers ball in and my nails immediately begin to dig into the palms of my hands.

I mean, how can one still believe such myths in the twenty-first century? The left has always been seen as the evil side in Catholicism and my parents deeply believe in this as well. Back in the 15th and 16th centuries, Catholics even used it as evidence to identify women as witches during the hunts.

When I began to show signs of being a left-handed kid, my parents did their best to try and make me change this, but I can't really do anything about it! Well, I have become ambidextrous with time somehow, but I still have a preference for my left hand. I am usually cautious to use the right one when I am at home, but I just forgot tonight.

"I will remind you how the nuns and monks used to deal with those of us who were left-handed in my own childhood," she then adds. Oh please, no!! I have heard these stories hundreds of times ever since I was a kid! "Anyone who would use their left hand got their fingers whacked with a wooden ruler and its steel edge. They had their left arm tied to their torso. Or they were asked to keep their left arm raised so they could only use their right hand."

Well, it's good I am not in a Catholic school then! And wasn't born before the 1940's either... because even in the Catholic schools today, I doubt they still perform this sort of torture!

While I finish my homework, my mother returns to the kitchen, soon joined by Ananie and Noelly. I am packing my stuff back inside my bag when my father arrives, and I just have 10 minutes to go shower upstairs before it is time to pray the rosary in the living room.

Once we have done the Sign of the Cross on the crucifix, we all pray the Apostles' Creed, then the Our Father as fingers move to the next large bead, three Hail Marys on the next smaller beads, a Glory Be To The Father on the chain. My father then announces a Luminous Mystery – since today is Thursday – and he chooses The Transfiguration. We all meditate on this, then pray Our Father on the next large bead, following with ten Hail Mary's and finally, another Glory Be To The Father and the Hail Holy Queen. I swear this ritual to thank God for blessings has become such a torture for me... Even my stomach is protesting because it's hungry!

Dinner goes as usual and uneventfully. By 9pm, I am in bed and trying to read the end of The Age Of Innocence by Edith Wharton, which is part of the books I have to read in AP Literature and Composition this semester. Even if this is a straight romance, I still enjoy the plot and can't help smiling at the disgusted expression my mother had when I told her I had it on my reading list, because it questions the morals of 1870's society in New York through potential adultery. Something highly condemnable according to her, of course.

However, I soon feel myself drift to sleep. That early, yes.

This first month back in school has been quite proving and I am already exhausted. My schedule is not that heavy but the two AP classes I follow demand a bit of personal work if I want to keep my grades average. All the same, I am far from swamped with regards to homework, so this is not what gets me so tired. This is actually more related to all the pressure I get from my parents and certain other people.

My mother insists on checking my homework every evening, as if I were a little kid, so I don't have much choice than to do it seriously enough or she just won't leave me alone. I know she reports everything to my father and I certainly don't want to face his anger so early in the schoolyear. Or ever again. Besides, it might get me grounded and deprived of my best friends, which I can't accept. Not after what happened last year.

As a follow-up from the summer camp – and its supposed benefits on me – I have been encouraged to participate in youths' activities at church on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons as much as possible. These are similar to the ones I attended last summer, with community service and spiritual conversations with other teenagers. My mother even suggested I might end up helping to teach Sunday school classes for kids in the future. Like hell I will!! I mean... This is her thing and I don't mind this. I know she dedicates most of her mornings to church with various types of charities but why the hell does she have to involve me so much in this? Next thing I know, she will ask me to enter seminaries in order to become a priest!

Aside of this, there has been the double-I, like the guys and I call it.

This stands for Isaac-Issue or I.I. if you prefer. I hate that jerk. He is typically the kind of jock I can't stand, spending his time boasting off, annoying the weakest and with a constant smirk on his face. Pretentious and obnoxious don't even begin to describe him. I hate these people who think themselves stronger and more powerful than they are. I have seen him bullying a few other students, but always in a clever way so he doesn't get caught.

He hasn't tried anything with me or my friends so far, for obvious reasons, but exactly like during the camp, I feel something is off with him and I am becoming paranoid. I always feel watched and I believe he is waiting for me to trip. Like when we were in Virginia, he sometimes pops out of nowhere or I notice him staring from afar, wearing a smug expression that says I see you.

If only it was just at school...

But no! I also have to bear with his presence at church now! And soon, it might even be in my house! It seems like God decided not to hear my prayers and my damned parents jumped on the opportunity to find new potential friends in his own parents. This is all about welcoming new members in our parish, Aaron, my mother said. Besides, what a fabulous coincidence Isaac and you met in the same camp last summer! my father added when Isaac hypocritically came to shake my hand before the mass on the first Sunday after school started.

Coincidence or not, I really hate fate sometimes and if my procreators could avoid becoming friends with these people, I should be grateful. Unfortunately, I am not that lucky, and it seems like both families will get along. Isaac is such an impostor around his parents and at church! He is an even better actor than I am, with his hair neatly done and parted in the middle, his impeccable suit and his perfect manners together with his deceitful religious talk. He fools everyone, and no one knows about his behavior at school obviously.

On a moody day, about two weeks ago, I tried to tell this to my parents, but there is the answer I received: Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

Seriously! They would rather believe that bastard than their own son, and now, they have decided I should befriend him! Knowing that we share a lot of courses, they think I should get closer to him because he would be a better influence than Camden or Joshua for instance. If I ever have to get closer to him, it will be to pound into his firm ass – because I must admit he is really hot, after seeing him almost naked in the locker room. Scratch that! I don't think I could get hard knowing what a jerk he is. I hate him too much.

In any event, I heard my parents say they would like to invite them over on a Sunday afternoon, and this almost makes me sick. I would rather spend an afternoon at the Millers' than have that dumbass at my place! Not mentioning that it would prevent me from hanging out with my best friends!

Thank you, God, for putting that goat in my way!

Anyway, this has added to my stress, so much so that Mark and Joshua have had a hard time calming me down recently, but I am trying my best not to get into trouble. Camden is a different story. If I hate Isaac, I have no stronger words to express what Camden feels for the jerk. As much as Josh and Mark keep telling us to ignore Isaac and leave him alone to avoid problems, it doesn't work very well. Where I have managed to rule myself in, Cam has miserably failed and gotten detention twice already for starting fights with Isaac. Both occurred upon him seeing the jock annoying Freshmen, but unfortunately, it's always Cam getting caught. This has earned him detention twice already, so his loathe for Isaac keeps growing.

I just hate that his violence is resurfacing like this, because he doesn't need more problems. I would really prefer he doesn't interfere because it might affect not only his seriousness at school, but too many detentions wouldn't help in the process of obtaining grants for college, and he needs those. So, I have decided I should be more responsible and for the past few days, I have tried being a better influence on him by starting to ignore Isaac myself. Not sure I will succeed for long but at least I am trying.

Hopefully, Danny can help me with this... with ruling myself in... with releasing some of the pressure.

It turns out that this cute little twink might be some sort of savior somehow, like Andrew was back in August at the camp. I have been trying to get into his pants for the past couple weeks, but things are not easy with that moron of Isaac watching me all the time. I have to remain discreet when I try to seduce Danny because I can't afford for Isaac to catch me and rat everything to my parents unless I want to be crucified.

Things are getting along nicely though, and I hope to make Danny my boyfriend very soon now. Of course, I will have to make it clear that we can't be in an open relationship at school and that we will only be able to meet outside and in hidden places. I hope he will understand this, otherwise it just won't work between us, but I am rather confident if I judge by what happened in the locker room after PE today. Cam was already waiting for me outside and it was only Danny and me finishing to get ready after the coach had asked us to put the volleyball equipment back in place.

"Aaron... Can I ask you a question?" Danny asked.

"You just did, but I'm allowing you another one," I replied playfully, wiggling my eyebrows seductively.

"Yeah..." he chuckled, blushing deeply. "Listen... I know you've got your best friends and you're only hanging out with them but... would you... accept to spend a Saturday or a Sunday afternoon... with me?" he stuttered in the cutest way.

"True, I usually hang out with my friends, but... I guess I could make an exception for once..." I replied teasingly. Yeah, I like playing hard to get. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh... I was thinking... we could either go to my place... or for a walk in the park...?"

"Sounds good... I'll let you know tomorrow!" I replied before we both left.

Going to his place sounds like a good option since he said that both his parents work on Saturdays and Sundays, but I also like the idea of a stroll in the park if we can find a quiet area. If it works between us, I might even try and take him to the shack at some point. This is our secret place but I'm sure the guys would agree. Yep... I will have to think about that!

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Friday 27 September 2002

Shit! I am running late for PE, but I'm not the only one. So is Danny. And this is all because the Algebra teacher kept us for five minutes longer to give us another assignment for chitchatting during class. Such a silly move, but ever since I told Danny we could spend time together over the weekend this morning, he has been in a chatty mood and unfortunately, Mr. Banks got pissed.

With our late slip in hand, we rush into the locker room, bumping into the other students who are ready and going out.

"I was afraid you were going to skip class," Camden grumbles when he passes in front of me.

"Got delayed by Banks..." I reply, showing him the piece of paper.

"Shit... Well hurry up now, I'll see you on the track and field in a few... Don't take advantage to assault poor Danny," he adds in a whisper and with a smirk as he peeks into the now-empty room. I flip him the bird and send him away before I shut the door.

Joining Danny by the lockers, I begin to strip off my shoes and tee-shirt in order to change into my sweat clothes. He is already in his briefs and my cock twitches in mine at this delightful sight. Danny is fairly small at 5'6, at least compared to me, and quite frail, but he still has cute little muscles in his arms and legs. He doesn't seem to be small in the crotch department though from the bulge I can see between his legs. Hmm... interesting!

"Your friend Camden... he's a bit scary..." he says bluntly.

"Nah... he's sweet as a lamb..." I reply, rolling my eyes.

Cam, sweet as a lamb... more like as evil as a wolf disguised in a lamb! Though, this is not true. Camden has a lot of flaws, but a lot of qualities too. And he can be really sweet too. One just needs to see him around his baby brother, then Camden simply becomes the sweetest and most caring guy in the world.

"He's still hot..." he breathes out.

What!? Is he actually flirting with me to try to get to my friend? Fuck! That stings!

"Your other two friends are super-hot too..."

Now this is getting better and better!

"But not as hot as you are..."

Yeah, much better young man!

"I prefer that..." I grumble.

Yet, I have a sudden vision. A very perverted vision. One that would send me deeper than hell. One that represents my three best friends and me standing in a half circle, stark naked and with hard-ons pointing proudly at Danny, kneeling in front of us. I don't know where this comes from, but I imagine him pleasuring the four of us with his mouth. Even better! I imagine him on all fours with the four of us taking turns at pounding into his ass! Holy crap!! Where do I get these ideas!?

"What?" he asks, pulling me out of my daze. "I'm just teasing you, Aaron!"

"I know you are..." I chuckle awkwardly in answer.

Just as I am about to poke in his ribs, the loud noise of the fire alarm echoes in the locker room, making us startle.

"Shit! We can't go like this!" Danny grumbles. "These monthly security drills are such a pain!"

"True... And I prefer them during a Lit or History class!" I add, already putting my jeans back on hurriedly.

"Must be an exercise anyway... We haven't had one yet in September..."

"True..." I reply, slowing down my pace and looking back at him. He is still in his black briefs, arms folded across his chest and staring meaningfully at me. Oh Gosh, that little creep! What does he have in mind? Is it the same as what I am thinking about right now?

"Do you think your friend would rat on us and inform the coach we're here?" he whispers shyly.

"I don't think so... He already knows I have expectations with you..." I reply with a husky voice. Jeez! The way he bites his lip and looks up with mischievous eyes gets me hard right away. "I think we have a good twenty minutes on our own, then..."

Enthralled by the tip of his tongue flicking over his upper lip, I grab his face within my hands and lean down to get a taste of him through our first kiss. I manage to catch his wet muscle between my lips and eventually dip mine inside his mouth, ever so gently at first. When his fresh hands reach for my sides, making me shudder a bit, I deepen the kiss and give it more fervor, swirling my tongue with his. Damn! It feels good to kiss someone again!

"Let's move to the shower stalls... just in case someone comes in..." I suggest after a couples of minutes. Danny nods and we take our bags and the rest of our clothes to one of the shower stalls and shut the door, giggling like two idiots.

None of us has a watch and we had better be cautious about time passing by to plan our way out, but enticed by the thrill of the risky situation, I pin him against the wall and resume our kiss. While my tongue visits every corner of his mouth, my hands begin to wander along his body, curious to discover his forms through touch. My fingers brush his sides before they move to the small of his back. His own hands are resting on my bare chest for a while before they lace at the nape of my neck.

I want to see how firm his backside is though, so I tentatively move further down, cupping his buttocks. There are definitely muscles there and I can feel them contract as I begin to knead the flesh through his briefs, causing him to moan around my tongue. I answer in a similar fashion when his hands slowly return to my front and the tip of his index fingers begin to rub my erected nipples. A bolt of pleasure flashes straight to my groin, I think the front of my underwear is getting wet from leaking precum and a deep rumble echoes from my throat.

"Aaron... please... touch me..." Danny begs the best he can while I am still ravishing his mouth.

Your wish is my command, Buddy...

The fingers of my left hand leisurely run around his hip, slowly reaching for his lower belly, and when they get there, they slip past the waistband of his briefs and meet his warm and wet manhood. But meeting is not enough, they are eager for more! Greeting is in due course, I believe, so I let them wrap around his cock, discovering a nicely sized member indeed. The girth is more than average and as my fingers go for the next step, stroking his shaft at a quiet pace, I find out that the length is more than average too.

Ugh this is too much temptation! My eyes are jealous of my sense of touch, imploring me to see for themselves, so I kneel down in front of Danny and look up at him for his approval, both my hands on each side of his underwear, ready to pull them down. The blonde twink nods in consent.

While he is still leaning against the wall, I tug the fabric to his ankles, revealing exactly what I was expecting to see: a nice piece of wood in a thin forest of pubic hair. It's the first time I see someone so blonde here and I don't mind it. My taste buds are screaming for their share now, so I open my mouth, poke my tongue out and lick the underside of his shaft from his balls to the head. My senses of smell and taste revel in the sweet saltiness of his essence and my hearing sends jolts of pride to my ego as he begins to moan louder when I begin to bob back and forth.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... This is too good... I won't be... able to... hold back... Aaron..."

Well, don't! Just shoot!!

I don't know if he heard my thoughts or if this is all due to the excitement of the situation, but barely two minutes later, his cream fills my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, while he moans his orgasm out. I swallow his entire load greedily, even sucking on his cock for more. Danny is shivering like a leaf, hardly able to stand on his own two feet, and I just have time to help him pull his briefs up and make him sit down on the floor in front of me before I hear the entrance double-door of the locker room open.

"Cox! Cooper! I know you're here!" an angry voice echoes in the empty room.

Danny and I stare at each other in panic. Fuck! How long has it been? It seems it was only just a few minutes since the alarm rang! Everything has gone so fast and the coach shouldn't have noticed our absence already! It sucks but what sucks even more is that the door of the stall slams open, hitting my toes on its way.

"What the hell is going on here!?" Coach Evans booms behind me, freezing me on the spot.

Shit!!! No!!! Please not that!! I'm screwed!!!

The pain from the blow in my feet is nothing compared to what I feel deep down because I know I am in fucking troubles right now. That pain in my toes will recede, but the possible consequences of being caught red-handed by Coach Evans only means full uncertainty regarding my fate.

I have never been in such a situation before, but I can easily imagine what is going to happen. Coach Evans is going to yell at us in a few seconds. He will drag us to the Principal's office. And from then on, the nightmare will begin as the latter will have no other choice than to call our parents and inform them. We'll certainly get detention too. We might be in for suspension. And worst of all, my parents will find out I'm gay.

This means hell for me. And maybe far worse than that.

Published on 8 July 2019

Oh, the evil cliffhanger... It had been such a long time!

Fair warning, what will happen in the following chapter will sound a bit "big", but well, remember it's a work of fiction, so I guess I'm allowed a few weird things :)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter and I promise to come back with the next one soon!