Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 08:48:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron 1

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				   AARON

			      by Macout Mann



				     I

			       The beginning


Hi!  My name's Aaron.  I just turned 14.  Am a sophomore in high school.
I'm a trim looking 5' 10" with a swimmer's bod.  Wavy black hair and eyes.
Fairly good looking, if I do say so myself.

Yeah, I know guys aren't supposed to be a sophomore at 14.  But I was a
precocious toddler.  So much so that my mom started home schooling me
before I was five.  I think it was her plan to home school me all the way
through high school, but that was not what happened.  She was run over by a
drunk driver a week after my sixth birthday and died in the hospital
emergency room.  That left me and Dad to go it alone.

When Dad took me to public school that fall, the authorities declared that
I should be put in the first grade for "proper socialization's" sake.  But
I was so far ahead of the other kids that I was disruptive, so after a few
weeks I was advanced to Grade 2; and that's how it is that I'm a year
ahead.

Dad had the good sense to realize that I'd always be associating with kids
at least a year older than I was, and he didn't want me to be bullied or
kidded about being a runt; so he began physical training for me.  He had
been a varsity swimmer in college, and before that year was out I could
handle myself against any kid a year or even two years older than me.

He is also about the most well-adjusted dude I've ever known, and we
developed a wonderful father-son relationship.  My "proper socialization"
took care of itself.  I became popular enough at school and developed some
good friendships with classmates as well as neighbors.  I never became what
you'd call "a leader," but guys never shunned me.  I got along with
everybody.

Dad was never interested in remarrying.  He went out with a lot of women.
Some of them would sometimes spend the night at our house.  I never thought
anything about that.  Later on, I thought it was just like me having a
sleepover with a buddy.

Dad never had a talk with me about sex, though.  I guess he figured we had
sex ed classes at school, and I'd find out whatever I needed to know.  He
was also not what you'd call "religious," but he did take me to Church and
Sunday school, and summers, starting when I was twelve, I went to two week
summer camps at the Presbyterian Conference Center.  Boys from all over the
state would be there.  I made some new friends, but I also had a couple of
buds from home that I could hang with.

Camp was the first time I got into any serious talk about sex.  I had never
even thought about jacking off or anything, but Hank and George talked
about doing it all the time.  And they even intimated that they'd had sex
with girls.  They were a year older, so I just had to play along and
pretend that I knew what it was all about.  We even showed each other our
dicks and compared sizes one time, but that's as far as it went.  I was
glad that I wasn't the smallest.

But after that first camping experience I started playing with my dick in
earnest.  I was so naïve that I thought pre-cum was cum.  So when I
jacked myself, I thought it was fun, but I couldn't see what Hank and
George got so excited about.  That is, until one day I was out in "my
private space" in the woods behind our house.  I began to jack off and kept
at it, even after my tool started to ooze.  I got faster and faster.  My
fist suddenly had a mind of its own.  My dick was tingling like it never
had before.  Suddenly some kind of new liquid erupted from my piss slit.  I
was overcome with sensations that wracked me all over, made my ears ring,
stimulated every nerve in my young body.  I had discovered the joy of
masturbation.

Ejaculation became a daily happening.  But it was to be a solitary
pleasure.  I never thought of engaging in it with anyone else.  I certainly
would never tell my dad I was doing it.  I just assumed that something that
much fun must be sinful.



When I was 13 and started high school, I was thrown in with a lot of guys
I'd never known before.  One was Jerry Mason.  He lived across town.  He
wasn't what you'd call "skinny," but he wasn't nearly so well developed as
me.  He was an inch or two shorter, in spite of being a year older.  Had
real sharp features.  And his attitude was like "I'm not a good boy, but
what'cha goanna do about it?"  Maybe that's why I found him attractive.  He
seemed to be attracted to me too.

We had several classes together, including home room and gym.  Turned out
he was pretty good at sports. We started going from class to class with
each other, sitting next to each other in class and at the same table at
lunch.  I still palled around with my buddies from grammar school, and he
did with his.  But I wasn't surprised when he asked me over to his place to
spend the night.  I asked Dad if I could, and he said that if I wanted to
be that good a friend with somebody he didn't know, I needed to have Jerry
over to our house first.  That way Dad could scope him out.

So Jerry came for a sleepover.  I don't think Dad liked him a lot, but he
couldn't find a reason I shouldn't reciprocate.  So Dad agreed I could
spend the night with him the following week.

My room had always had twin beds.  That didn't make a lot of sense, but I
guess they come in pairs, don't they?  That first night when we went up to
bed, I showered first.  I'd slept in my underwear since I was eight or
nine.  Dad had said that big boys don't wear pajamas.  When Jerry finished
his shower, I was really surprised that he came out of the bathroom without
a stitch.  He didn't make a move to put anything on when he sat on the edge
of his bed either.  He seemed proud of his naked body.  I couldn't help but
notice that we were endowed about the same, despite him being a year older.

"You don't sleep bare assed?" he asked.  "I thought everybody did."

He coaxed me into removing my briefs, assuring me that I would like
sleeping naked a whole lot better.  For some reason he was right.


When it was my turn to visit the Masons, I could see that how we lived was
a lot different from how they did.  They were nice people though.  Made me
feel welcome and served a really great home-cooked meal.  Both of Jerry's
parents worked.  Mr. Mason was an electrician.  She was a waitress at one
of the city's better restaurants.  They excused themselves fairly early.
Said his mom had to work a private party the next day.  Jerry and I watched
a movie before going to his room.

"I just got a double bed," Jerry said.  "Hope you don't mind sleeping with
me."

I hadn't thought about it one way or the other.  "No sweat," I responded.

"And don't pay any attention to any noises from Mom and Dad's room.  They
can get pretty loud when they're fucking."

As I went down the hall to shower and back, I could tell what he was
talking about.

I wasn't sleeping naked every night.  Was more often than not though.  I
did come to Jerry's house free balling.  I didn't want to be taunted again.
So we both climbed into bed bare assed.  Jerry didn't turn off the lights.
We just lay under the covers and talked.  Mostly we talked about school and
guy things.  That is like who was doing best making free throws in gym
class.  So I almost shit when I felt his hand cup my dick and balls.

"Ach!" I cried.

"Aint never had nobody touch your dick before, eh?"  Jerry giggled.  "I
figured as much, when I was over at your place.

"Feels good, though, don't it?"

"Eh...I guess," I replied.

My dick had sprung to full attention.  Jerry threw the cover back.  He was
as hard as I was.

Without another word he was down on me.  Shit!  I'd never dreamed anything
could feel so good.  His lips slid down my full length.  My knob touched
his throat.  I wondered how he could breathe.  Then he began to massage my
shaft with his lips and his tongue.  I lay back in ecstasy as his mouth
thrilled my whole body.  I didn't even warn him that I was about to cum.
He didn't care anyway.  He drank every drop of my juice.

"Oh god!" I whimpered.

"Yeah.  You liked that didn't ya?" Jerry whispered.  "Now, you do me."

His suggestion panicked me.  I didn't hesitate for long, though.  I figured
I owed him.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his tool into it.

"Watch your fucking teeth," he admonished.

I did the best I could.  He dumped a load into my mouth and I swallowed
most of it.  I'd never even dreamed of eating my own cum, much less
somebody else's.

"Pretty good for a first time cocksucker," Jerry giggled.  "You have fun?"

"I...I guess," I stammered.

His hands again embraced my groin and my dick stiffened again.  "Yeah, you
liked it all right," he said.

I felt helpless.  He took my dick in his mouth again.  I reached for his
head.  Yeah, I guess that's got to be a universal reaction.  You want to
fuck face.

This time it took a lot longer.  After I deposited my gift down his throat,
I was exhausted.  But he continued to stimulate me by tweaking my nipples,
tonguing my ears, and massaging my gut.  I felt like I was in heaven as I
drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up next morning, Jerry was still asleep, but his fingers were
wound around my dick.  Damn, that felt good.

A couple of minutes later Mr. Mason stuck his head in the door.  "Boys, you
need to get up if you want breakfast with us.  I'm goanna need to take
Mother to work."

Jerry woke up, but his hand continued to fondle me.  "We'll fix something
later, Dad," he groggily answered.

We lay in bed talking until long after Jerry's folks had left the house.  I
was battling conflicting feelings about what had happened.  "You've got to
have done this before," I said.

"Sure," he responded.  "Aint nothin' wrong with sucking dick.  It's the
friendly thing to do."

"But..."

"Look, Aaron, you can't tell me you didn't get a kick out of everything we
did last night...and this morning.  I promise your dick aint goanna fall
off or anything.  Just relax, man."

"But I'm not..."

"Gay?" he interrupted again.  "Gay aint got nothing to do with it.  It's
just another way to get off.  And it feels a hell of a lot better than
jacking, now don't it?"

I had to agree.  And before we got up he had showed me how to
sixty-nine. That was even more fun.  I guess I was hooked.



Dad wouldn't allow sleepovers except on weekends.  And I had already
arranged to have George visit the next Friday night.  So it would be at
least two weeks before me and Jerry could get together again.

I was scared to do anything obvious, but I just had to know if George and
Hank had ever really done anything.  When George spent the night, I did get
up enough courage to sleep naked.  When I came out of the bathroom bare
assed, I was glad I didn't have a hard on.  George obviously wasn't
expecting me to be nude.

"I started sleeping nude some time ago," I casually explained.  "Feels a
hellova lot better that way."  I didn't suggest that he join me.  I just
behaved like it was a normal thing to do.

As we finished our preparations for bed, I did start to play with my dick.
"I just gotta get off sometimes before I hit the sack," I said.  "Don't
you?"

"Shit yeah," he laughed.  "Most every night."  He also scratched his groin.

"The way you and Hank was talking back at camp, I thought yall might jack
off together."

"We have sometimes," he giggled.

"Well, you can do what you want to," I said, "but I gotta cum."  And I
started to rub my hard on.

He responded by pulling his tool out of his shorts and following my lead.
After a minute I stood up and came closer.  "You do me and I'll do you," I
challenged.

He reached for my dick, as he responded.  "Me and Hank have done this too,"
he admitted.

"Feels better than just doing yourself," I replied.

He erupted a few seconds before I did, but we both had respectable squirts.
I didn't dare taste the cum that filled my hand, though.  We just washed up
and hit the sack.

I had the answer I was looking for, but I wondered if George and Hank had
done anything else.