Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 21:35:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron 9

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



				     9

			      Back to School



When I got home, Dad was in the library working on a brief.  He stopped to
ask about the trip.  I told him how great it was.  About the private jet,
the cottage, the great food.  He could tell how much fun I'd had on the
beach by how brown I was.  I didn't tell him about a lot of other stuff, of
course.  He said he'd survived without me.  Had Thanksgiving with a good
friend he hadn't been with for a while.

I had done my homework before I left and I was suddenly very tired, so I
hit the sack.  Didn't even have to jack off.

Life settled down to the usual routine.  That week I got around to writing
a first draft of the essay for Mr. Baker.  Met a couple of guys in "the
room."  I was getting to be a favorite of Winston's. Started getting ready
for Christmas.

I had told my other friends that I had been invited on the trip by a friend
of my father's.  I got quizzed about it a lot.  George and Hank wanted to
know if I got into anything. I said sure, that I was even in a porno movie.
"Sure you were," they said.

The following Monday Mr. Baker asked to meet me after school.  He told me
that I had done just what he thought he was warning me not to do.  I had
been too general.  My essay had no personality.

"I suggested that your friendship with Jerry Mason might be a starting
point.  I suppose I was too subtle."  He let his hand fall casually across
his crotch.  "I have noticed the way you and Jerry relate to each other,
and I'll be honest and say that I'm familiar with relationships like yours.
I'd suggest that you try to write your essay from that perspective.

"If there are things then that are not socially acceptable, later a
substitute activity can be found that will not detract from the essence of
the relationship.  Do I make myself clear this time?"

"Yes sir, I believe you do," I said

It was then that he stopped caressing his dick.

"Good," he continued.  After you have your thoughts on paper, I'm sure you
can think of an athletic activity or an extra-curricular pursuit that can
substitute."

He handed my essay back to me and said he looked forward to reading my next
effort.



After our December group get-together Mark suggested that I might want to
look for another recruit.  "I'll be going off to college next year, you
know, but Winston will be taking over for me.  When you're a senior I
expect that you'll be the leader.  But along the way, we'll need more
followers.  Jerry joined the group before he got to high school.  Do you
know a guy that'll be a freshman next year that you can invite?"

"I might," I said.  "Let me see what I can do."

My first thought was of Hank's brother.  But his cherry had probably been
busted by now.  And besides, he probably couldn't keep from telling Hank
what we were doing.  Then I thought of Porter Wiggins.  He lived in our
neighborhood, was my age, and was in my Sunday school class.  You got
assigned by age in Sunday school rather than by the grade you were in in
day school.

Porter was a slim, fresh-faced blond.  Not muscular, but not effeminate
either.  I began to make friends with him, and I invited him to go to the
movies the Saturday Christmas vacation began.

I chose a PG13 movie that was a little sexier than most, and in the hotter
scenes I didn't hesitate to rub my equipment.  Dad drove us to the Cineplex
and picked us up after the movie.  We went to our house for ice cream and a
Coke.  Then I wanted to show Porter my room.

Upstairs I told him I thought the movie was sexy.  He said yes, that he'd
noticed how I couldn't keep my hands off my thing.

"Yeah, I wish I could've been beating my meat," I replied.  "You jack off a
lot?"

"Sometimes," he admitted.

I resolved to have him spend the night real soon.



I gave my next draft of the essay to Mr. Baker right after Christmas
vacation.  I hoped he wouldn't be shocked or offended by the admissions in
it.  And I sure as shit hoped he wouldn't show it to anybody.  I didn't
tell everything, of course, but what I did say about me and Jerry was very
explicit, even though I didn't use any obscene language or real names.

Mr. Baker said that he enjoyed reading this draft very much.  It was the
approach he was looking for.  Again his hand drifted to his crotch.

"If I wasn't your teacher..."  He stopped in mid-sentence, and instead
said, "It should be fairly simple to find another activity to substitute
for the amorous pursuits you've described."

Actually, I spent a good bit of time the next few weeks trying to settle on
something to substitute for fucking.  I finally decided on physical
fitness.  I could describe a fitness center that my friend's older brother
worked at.  He would let us use the center without paying, which continued
to suggest something improper about our activities.



Meanwhile my first semester grades came out and they were better than I had
hoped.  A's in everything but Gym. B in Gym. Only jocks got A's.  And my
sex life was all I could expect.  The monthly group meetings, encounters in
"the room," sleepovers—everything was great.

I really wanted to do a three-way with Hank and George.  So one afternoon,
as we were walking home from school I decided to take the plunge.

"We haven't really spent any time together lately," I said.  "Dad's not
going to be home for a while.  Why don't you two come over to my place and
hang out a while?"

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped off my shirt.  "Dad really
keeps the house too warm," I complained.

It wasn't too warm of course, but I've noticed that every time a guy gets
shirtless, most of the others in a group pull off their shirts too.  And
Hank and George did just that.  It's gotta be a guy thing.

"You busted Carey's cherry yet?" I asked Hank.

"What makes you think I'd do that?" he blushed.

"Fuck, if I had a kid brother, I'd have done it a long time ago," I
responded.  "And I thought you'd sure have done it by now."

"Well...  That's gross," he recovered.

"Gets me hard just talking about it," I said.  And I opened my fly and
started playing with my dick.

George's smirk told me that he knew Hank was lying.  I figured both of `em
probably had fucked Hank's brother.

"Yeah, gross like losing your own cherry," I reminded him.  "Damn, I'm
hornier than a motherfucker.  One of you needs to get me off."

"If you'll do me too," George said.  He freed his own dick from his jeans.
Both of us were free balling.

"Hell, I aint hung up.  I'll do you first."  And I got on my knees.

"Goddamn!" Hank cried.

"Aint nothing you haven't seen before," I teased.  "Come over here."

I took George into my mouth and fingered Hanks hard-on through his jeans.
Soon all three of us were naked.  I fucked them both and sucked them both.
I think they both fucked and sucked each other.  They both sure as hell
sucked me.  What I'd call a neat three-way.  And Hank did finally admit
he'd gotten into Carey.

And I hadn't forgotten about Porter Wiggins. I arranged a sleepover the
last weekend in January.  He said that was a first for him.  There'd be
other firsts if I had my way.

When we were ready for bed, I was surprised that Porter came out of the
bathroom in real pajamas.  He was more surprised, I think, to find me
naked.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.  "You wear pajamas to bed?  I aint done that in years.
Hell of a lot more comfortable to sleep bareassed."

"My mamma says nice people wear pajamas," he almost whimpered.  "I know
most guys our age sleep in their underwear, but I never heard of sleeping
naked."

"Lotsa guys do it," I responded.  "Your mama aint here.  Try it."

"But..."

"Yeah, I know.  You got a hard-on."  I grabbed my almost soft dick.  "I'll
have one too, once I see you naked."

"But...well, I've never said this to anybody before, Aaron; but I think...I
think I may be gay."

"So what?" I said.  "There's only one way to find out.

"Me?  I'm probably bi.  I've gone out with girls, but I've messed around
with guys.  I aint ashamed of it.  Feels fucking good."  By now I was hard
and playing with it for real.

"You've had sex with another guy?"

"More than one.  Get out of those fucking `jammies and I'll show you what
it's like."

He hesitated for the longest time, while I continued to play with my rod.
Finally he shed his night clothes and I beckoned him over to my bed.  I
embraced him and softly ran my hands over his body.

"Oh...," he moaned.

I rolled onto the bed and motioned him to lay beside me.  I didn't try to
kiss him on the lips, but my tongue slipped in and out of his ear, causing
another moan.

"That feels so good," he whispered.

"You aint felt nothing yet," I said.

I tweaked his nipples and rubbed his gut, following up by nibbling his pecs
and licking down his abs.  I didn't stop at his pubes; I slipped my lips
all the way over his rock-hard prong.  He responded with a cry of total
euphoria.

"Oh," he repeated.  "I never felt anything so wonderful."

Three minutes later, when he came in my mouth, I knew I had him for good.

A half hour later, when I came in his, I was ready to suggest that he
become a member of our group.  We slept with our arms entwined.  He woke
with no remorse.  I told him I'd be in touch.