Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 13:00:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron 5

This story is about a group of high school boys and involves explicit
homosexual sex.  Be warned that in the course of the story there are one or
two encounters between teens and adults.  If you are underage or find such
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                                   AARON

                               by Macout Mann



                                    V

                                The Video


I met with Mr. Baker after school on Monday and told him I would like to
enter the essay contest.

"I'm really glad," Mr. Baker said.  "I think you might have a good chance
at winning."

He motioned me to sit at the nearest student desk and he sat in the one
next to it.

"The judges are looking for proper grammar and usage, of course," he said,
"but they are also looking for interesting word choices and juxtapositions.
That's what attracted me to your essay.

"More important they are looking for unique approaches to the subject.
Tell me, Aaron, do you have any `really good' friends?"

"I think so," I replied.

"The standard approach to this year's subject will be along the lines of `I
would lay my life down for my friend.'  That's bullshit, if you'll excuse
my French,"—he giggled a bit—"I think a real friend is a person that
keeps your secrets, that shares your every feeling, that joins you in your
every endeavor, whatever that may be.  Up to a point, that is.  Most
friends won't be willing to die for you.

"Does that make sense?"

"Hadn't ever thought about it," I said.  "But I guess so."

"Do you have any friends like that?" he asked.

"I do think so," I responded.  "Maybe more than one."

"I've noticed your interaction with your classmate, Jerry Mason.  I suspect
he may be one of them."

I sure he noticed me blush, when he said that.  But I just said, "Most
likely."

"Then why don't you try thinking about him and write a first draft of your
paper.  A winning paper will be one that deals with specifics.  We can meet
again when you've finished it."

We left his room together.  I thought he had a pretty smug look, but I had
no idea why.  "Must be my imagination," I figured.



That night I got a text from Antony Winters.  "Room.  Before first period,"
it read."

"Sure," I texted back.  My first time.  Goddamn.

When I climbed down the narrow stairs to the room the next morning, Tony
was waiting for me.

"Glad you decided to do the `room thing,'" he said, already reaching for my
crotch.  "I just gotta have some more of your hot dick."

He was already opening my fly before I could say, "Sure enough, but why the
fuck are you so horny all the time, dude?"

"Man," he replied, "my bro is five years older'n me.  He started messing
around with me before he could even cum.  He'd ram his dick up my ass, and
I fucking loved it.  When he reached puberty he started letting his buds
fuck me.  Later one time my dad caught us getting together.  He's always
said he was punishing us for being gay, but I think whenever he fucked us,
he was getting his jollies too.

"Anyway, I don't love anything more than a dick up my ass or in my mouth,
or having my dick in somebody's hole."

He took my hard tool between his lips and quickly massaged it to a climax.
God, I was ecstatic.

"You go up first," he said, as the warning bell sounded.  "They're used to
me being late."



Days passed.  We had another Sunday orgy at Mark's.  I told him I'd be up
for some fun with the other football players.  And as I thought would
happen, I got my chance with Hank.

It was a Saturday afternoon.  George and his parents had gone to a football
game at his dad's university.  I got a call from Hank inviting me to his
place.  We went up to his room ostensibly to play videogames.  Instead, he
got right to the point.

"George told me what you two did," he began.

"And he was so fucking concerned that I would tell," I laughed.

"I want to know what it feels like," he continued.

I grabbed my dick through my jeans and asked, "So you got any lube?"

"I got Vaseline," he said.

"That'll do," I replied.

He just stood there.  It was like he'd never even touched another dude
before.  Yet he and George were the first guys that had ever talked to me
about anything sexual.

"You sure you want to?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he mumbled.

"Come here and undress me.  Then I'll do the same for you."

He did and I did.  Then I let my hands wander over his body, tongued his
ear, nibbled his nips, kissed his abs, fingered his ass.  He did want to
know what it was like, and he got with the program right away.

Soon we were on his bed.  He began to suck my dick as my fingers prepared
his ass hole.  When I felt he was approaching the point of no return, I
asked him for the Vaseline.

He passed it to me, and asked, "Where did you learn about this shit?"

"I aint tellin'," I said, "but I got friends that like to fuck around."

"Jerry Mason?"

"Maybe, but don't worry about that.  Just be prepared to love what's goanna
happen to you.  It'll hurt at first, but just relax, then enjoy."

My hard dick punctured his rosebud.  It wasn't long before I was pumping
his ass for all I was worth.  And I could tell he was thrilled.  I hadn't
jacked off that morning, so I couldn't last as long as I'd have liked.  But
when I came, he grabbed me and pulled me tight against his sweaty body.
Yeah, he loved it all right.  And he hadn't even cum.

"You wanna fuck me?" I asked.

"Sure as shit I do," he answered.

I had had me another virgin.



During school Monday I got a text from Mark.  "F'ball player.  Right after
school.  At the practice field :-)."

The practice field is across the street from the school's main building.
It has a tall hedge all the way around it to keep spies from checking out
our plays.  I'd never been over there, but I was surprised to find a
concrete building at one end that contained an equipment room, a locker
room, and a good sized john.  When I walked in I saw a junior lineman was
already there.  His dick was out and he was playing with his tool.

"Yeah, Mark said you'd come," he growled.  "Suck this dick, motherfucker."

It was exciting.



Later that week I got another text from Mark asking me to meet him at his
place after school.

His mother answered the door.  "Hello," she cooed.  "You're Aaron, aren't
you?  Mark's up in his room.  You know the way."

Mark was naked as usual.  I decided to stay dressed, unless he asked me to
strip.

"Hi, Aaron," he said.  "Come sit by me.  There's something I want to show
you."

He stuck a dvd in his player and his 40" flat screen flickered to life.  I
was flabbergasted by what I saw.  There was Winston Calhoun and Ben Fields
on what was obviously one of the rec room mats, engaging in every sex act
imaginable.  The video looked very professional with shots from several
angles and closeups of faces, dicks, and asses.  As we watched, Mark
started to gently massage my groin.  I would have gotten a hard-on even if
he hadn't touched me.

When the video ended, Mark asked, "So what did you think of that?"

"Fuck," I replied, "I don't know.  What's going on anyway?"

"The rec room has some hidden cameras," he said.  "When we have our
meetings, the cameras record what goes on.  One of my dad's companies
distributes porn.  And some of us are willing to be in the videos.  Nothing
is used without a guy's permission.  But if you want to be a part of it, a
cameraman will come back later, get with the participants and shoot the
closeups he needs.  Then the whole thing is then edited and distributed.

"Now I'm sure you know that most of the guys in our group need money.
They'd never get to college or do anything else they'd like to do after
high school without it.  And that's the main reason they do the videos.  Of
course, some of us just like the idea of being porn stars," he laughed.

"We know you don't need money, but it never hurts to have extra.  Each
video that has just two guys in it sells for $75.  They're sold on line to
a very select list of customers, so we don't have to worry about the vids
winding up in an adult book store.  And they all have anti-copy software,
so they can't be reproduced.  The two guys in the video share $25 of the
selling price.  So like Win and Ben each have $12.50 deposited into a
special bank account in their name.

"That doesn't sound like much, but if a single video sells just a hundred
copies, that means each dude'll be getting $1,250, and most vids sell a lot
more than that.

"If there are more than two `stars,' the price goes up proportionately, and
the guys still share a third of the price.  So the least you can ever make
is $12.50 a sale.

"Who'd have thought it?" I said.

"Well the company only just about breaks even on these," he continued.
"They couldn't afford to give regular porn actors a third of the revenues.
But they make a lota shit, and Dad wanted to do something special to help
out my friends.

"Sometimes we go `on location,' like on the Thanksgiving trip you've been
told about.  We can make more elaborate films there.  They sell for a lot
more.

"Now I'm not pressing you to get involved, Aaron.  If you decide you don't
want to, any footage they have of you will be destroyed.  You'll still be a
member of the group and have all the fun you want to have.  It's your
decision.  But believe me, you can wind up with a good bundle of cash to
play with when you're in college or even later, if you want to start a
business or something.  And the customers will love that big dong of
yours."

"Well," I responded, "if the flicks aint goanna wind up on the open market
like you say, why the fuck not?"

"I'm glad you feel that way.  We'll arrange to get you and the other guys
with a cameraman next week sometime.  They've got enough footage for at
least three, maybe four vids.

"Now I've got to taste your big dick right now, and there's not any cameras
in here."