Aaron models the must have t-shirt of the summer, but it only screams for him to be sniped.
Sizzling shot of Sunshine shredding switch for The Skateboard Mag, courtesy of Atiba Jefferson.
Aaron surveys the donkey saturation at the Manana skatepark, then tucks his squirrel tail between his legs and scurries away.
I think he likes partying. A lot. And he skates good on every terrain. Plus he surfs now. What an all-around shredder! Watch his part in the APB video The Struggle, you can see him evolve. But for now, read this old-ass shit and imagine him being all foxy!
Aaron Lee:
“For the last time, get down here now! Dinner’s getting cold!” Aaron’s mom called up again. He’d heard her the first couple of times, but he wasn’t deliberately ignoring her. He was a responsible kid most of the time and he always listened to his parents, but right now he couldn’t help it. He stood at the mirror fixed upon the back of his bedroom door, and he was checking out the way he looked in his new suit. It was a gray three piece that had taken him almost a year to pay for, and damn if he didn’t look good in it. Really good.
Aaron had always been a handsome kid, getting chicks was never a problem for him and girls were always complimenting him and telling him how cute he was. And not the kind of obligatory remarks your mom or sister throw at you to help your self-confidence and make you feel better about yourself when you ask them how you look, either. Girls of all types were digging Aaron Lee, and hard. That was all fine and dandy for the average seventeen year old guy, but Aaron was sick of average and he was also quickly becoming bored with all the attention lavished upon him by these girls. Girls. That was the problem for him. They were just girls, and what Aaron really wanted for the past year was women. Older women. Lots of them.
Aaron realized that if he wanted to have a fighting chance with these older women, he was going to have to step his game up a bit. There were many ways that he could attempt to do this, but the first and most glaring and obvious to him was with clothing. He had always been a very simple jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, and that was fine for the girls at his school and the young betties that swooned over him at the skate parks, but Aaron was under the impression that older women cared a lot more about the way their men dressed.
He had read somewhere in a magazine once, it was probably one of those stupid men’s monthlies like Maxim or some bullshit that all those candy-assed Hollister wearing fags read, that women absolutely could not resist a man that was dressed up. The article made it sound like females were having earth-shattering full body orgasms and literally liquefying at the sight of a good looking guy wearing the proper suit. Aaron figured he was handsome already, and he thought that if he were to wear a suit like that, he would most likely become damn near unstoppable. He knew it would be expensive, but a really good suit would be a great investment and would pay dividends probably immediately. He was right.
When he first got it, he would wear it out to bars and clubs and he never got carded once. It was like the suit added nearly ten years on him, and the women noticed. He had no problem meeting ladies in their mid to late twenties, some even over thirty, and telling them that he was twenty-four years old. The suit made him look much older, but he didn’t want to push his luck too hard. Twenty-four it was. Soon he found himself hooking up with ladies on a regular basis, and since he still lived at home with his parents way the fuck out in Kapolei, he always had to get them to take him back to their places. After all he was projecting an image with the suit, and the suit said I don’t live at home with mom and dad.
The suit was in fact so mesmerizing and downright hot that a lot of these women, actually it was pretty much all of them, begged Aaron to leave it on while they had filthy and downright deviant sex with him. Yeah, it was safe to say that the suit was the best money that young Aaron had ever spent in his entire life. Aaron was thinking about his next conquest as he stood in front of the mirror wearing his cute gray suit. When dinner was finished, he would do his biology homework and update his myspace page like he always did, but after that he was going to sneak out of the house and find himself another hot older woman. Another freaky mademoiselle. Another insatiable MILF.
None of them could resist the suit, the suit was like fucking magic. “You want this, baby? You want some of this strapping young boy? Huh? Is that what you want?” he said to the mirror as he ran his hands up and down the cut of the suit. He loved the way it felt on him, and it looked so money, too. Aaron took one last look at himself in the mirror and remembered his mom calling him for dinner. Shit. He’d been so caught up with admiring his fine self that he nearly forgot it was time to eat. He turned towards the door to his bathroom so that he could change for supper, and at that exact same moment he heard his mom outside of his bedroom. “Aaron!!! How many times do I have to call you?” she was right on the other side of the door now. “MOM! I SAID I WAS COMING! JESUS CHRIST!” he yelled. “What did you say to me???” his mother responded furiously, and as she did she opened the door to his room. Aaron turned to face his mom, she stood in the open doorway of his bedroom.
“Mom…I…..” Aaron was momentarily speechless as his eyes met his mother’s. She stood there with a stunned, almost paralyzed look on her face, she had yet to see Aaron in the suit, and never even knew that he owned it. “Mom…Mom, I know what you’re thinking…I can explain…” His mother couldn’t speak. In fact, she couldn’t move either. She said nothing and was seemingly catatonic for a good thirty seconds. The silence was uncomfortable to say the least until Aaron finally spoke again, and he reached out and gently shook her. “Mom…are you okay??? Mom, say something! Say something! Anything!!!” he was getting worried. To his relief however her mouth slowly opened, but it was a moment before she finally spoke. “Aaron, honey…” she began. “Yeah, mom?” he nervously replied. “What the hell are you doing wearing a squirrel costume?” she asked.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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I bet this shit is gonna be great....when I read it.
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