Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2006 19:21:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

                             Aaron Gets His Wish
                               Chapter Twelve

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"Christ it's hot up here!" Mark declared, wiping the sweat from his
forehead with the back of his forearm.

He and Aaron were crawling through the "attic" of the house, which
actually consisted of only two cramped crawl spaces, one on each side of
the house under the eaves.  Each was about 6' wide, and ran the full
length of the house, front to back.  The crawl spaces were short though.
Where the boys entered them through the little access doors in walls in
the third floor landing outside their bedroom door, the crawl spaces were
only about 4' high.  Their ceilings were actually the underside of the
roof, and they dropped steeply toward the sides of the house, so that
each crawl space was shaped like a right triangle when you looked toward
the front or back of the house.  There was no electricity, nor any
ventilation in them either.  The rafters and underside of the roofing
boards were exposed, and nails that held the shingles down on the roof,
poked dangerously through the boards.

The boys had only been crawling through the front half of the left-hand
crawl space for a few minutes, and already, they were bathed in sweat.
In fact Mark was sweating so much that the insides of his ass cheeks felt
like someone had slathered them with KY jelly, in preparation of
"hot-dogging" him!  When he recognized the sensation, he couldn't help
smiling to himself, recalling the time he and Jon had tried sliding their
dicks up and down between each other's ass cheeks.  It was once after Jon
had read an article about it in one of his porn magazines.  He'd thought
it would be fun to try it out, so they had.  Mark had laid down on Jon's
bed and let Jon smear the insides of his ass cheeks with vaseline, then
Jon had laid down on top of him and pressed his hardon between Mark's
buttocks.  It had felt neat, and Mark had enjoyed the feeling of Mark
humping him.  It turned out to be a rather messy encounter though, as Jon
had eventually gotten off too, spraying Mark's lower back with jism.
Mark's backside and Jon's genitals and pubic area were smeared with
petroleum jelly and cum.  Jon had enjoyed the orgasm though, so Mark had
tried "hot-dogging" him too, with the same result.  Afterward, they'd had
fun cleaning up in the shower together as well.

Since it had been so messy, the boys had decided to stick to regular
intercourse, which they both preferred anyway, and they'd never "hot
dogged" each other anymore after that.  The memory of the time they did
though, did cause Mark to pop a boner!

"No wonder nobody's ever come in here to clean the place out.  We could
die of heat stroke!" Mark growled with frustration, as he stopped to open
and peer into a box, hoping to get his mind off of sex, so his hardon
would go down.

"We should've brought drinks with us!" Aaron said.  He too was dripping
with sweat.

"We'll definitely need showers after this!" Mark said, closing the box,
which had some dishware in it, up again.  "This one's dishes."

Aaron crawled up next to him, and opened the box back up and shined his
flashlight in.

"I remember these dishes!" he said, smiling.  "We used to use them when I
was little!"

Mark smiled.

"So you just put them up here earlier this year then?" he teased.

"You asshole!" Aaron muttered, illiciting a chuckle from Mark.

They crawled a little further forward, until Mark suddenly stopped.  His
hand had touched something furry.  Shining the light down, he saw a
chewed up cat toy, shaped like a large mouse.  Again he grinned to
himself.

"AAAaahhhh!!!!  A RATTT!!!!" he cried and picked up the toy mouse and
flipped it back at Aaron.

"AAAAAAaaahhhhh!!!!" Aaron shrieked, leaping up as the toy mouse hit him
in the face.

"OOOOWWWW!!!" he cried out in pain a moment later, after hitting his head
hard on the ceiling with a resounding smack.   "Get it away from me
Mark!"

"It's OK!" Mark said, feeling bad for causing Aaron to hit his head.  "I
was only joking.  It's just a cat's toy."

"YOU JERK!!!" Aaron cried, his hand flying up to his head.

Mark shone his light on Aaron, who was holding the back of his head, and
fighting back tears.

"I'm sorry man!" Mark said.  He felt really bad when he saw how much pain
Aaron was in.  "I didn't mean for you to get hurt.  I was just fooling
around."

"Well I did get hurt!" Aaron said, angrily.  He winced as he rubbed his
head.

"I know.  I said I was sorry," Mark said.  "I meant it.  Now let me see
your head.  Did you hit it on a nail?"

Realizing Mark was being sincere, Aaron's anger dissipated, and he bent
forward, so Mark could look at his head.

"No, just a beam, but am I bleeding?" he asked with concern.

"Well you have to move your hand for me to see it, before I can tell!"
Mark said.

Aaron lowered his hand and the light from Mark's light shown on his
sandy-colored mop of hair.

"Well?" Aaron asked.

"I don't see any blood," Mark said, gingerly touching the spot Aaron had
been rubbing, and brushing some of his hair out of the way, so he could
see his scalp.

"Nope.  No blood!" Mark said a moment later.  He gently rubbed the spot
Aaron had been holding though for a minute, then took his hand off
Aaron's head.

"Good!" Aaron said. He wished mark hadn't taken his hand off him though,
it felt nice.  As he thought about how tenderly Mark had just been
touching him, he felt his crotch begin to tingle slightly.

"It'll probably hurt a while though," Mark said, "and I'm really sorry
about that!  I won't do it again.  I should've realized we shouldn't fool
around in here!  It's a good thing you didn't hit one of these nails!"

"It's OK," Aaron said.  "Let's get back to looking around.  I think this
is about the end of where our stuff is, and everything up ahead is stuff
that Gran said was up here when they bought the house years ago."

"I can't believe you never crawled in here to check it out!" Mark said,
thinking how he'd have spent a lot of his childhood crawling around in
such a space if their house had had one.

"Well, it's kinda creepy coming in here alone!" Aaron said.  He cringed
as he finished the sentence, realizing he'd just given Mark more ammo to
use to tease him with.

Mark chuckled.  He didn't want to add insult to the injury he'd already
caused Aaron, so he decided not to pick on him, at least not just then,
for what he'd just admitted.

"I suppose," was all Mark said.

Aaron furrowed his brow, surprised Mark hadn't latched onto what he'd
said, and used it to tease him with.

"Cool!" Mark cried, a minute later.

"What?" Aaron asked, excitedly.  He was very curious to see what was
hidden in the front part of the crawl space.

"Look at this neat old globe!" Mark said, pulling a pedestal with a model
of the Earth mounted on it, out from under an old blanket.  He turned and
put it down on the floor between himself and Aaron.

"Looks real old!" Aaron said, giving it a spin.  It spun nicely yet.

"Yeah!" Mark said.  He stopped the globe's spinning and started looking
on it to see if he could tell by the countries what year it was made.

"Has to be from before the second world war," he said.

"How do you know that?" Aaron asked.

"Germany's one country yet, and Alaska is shown as a territory!" Mark
replied.

"Awesome!" Aaron said.  "Think Mom'll let us keep it?"

"Don't see why not!" Mark said.  "Just don't use it to do school work
with.  It's not current!"

"I won't!" Aaron said.

"Fuck it's hot in here!" Mark said.  He reached down and pulled his
T-shirt up and over his head, wiped his face with it, then laid it over
the globe.  "Take my shirt with you if you're taking the globe out.

"OK," Aaron said.  He began crawling backward, taking the globe and
Mark's sweaty shirt with him.  "Don't do anything without me though!"

"Hurry up then," Mark said.  He was both excited about seeing what else
they'd find, and he also didn't want to spend any longer cooped up under
the eaves than necessary.  Besides, there was the back end of the crawl
space to search, and the one on the other side of the house as well.
Although, all that stuff was supposed to have been stored their by their
family, so it probably wouldn't be as interesting.

A minute later, as Mark pulled a box out from under the eaves, Aaron
crawled back up to him.  He too had doffed his shirt.

"What's in the box?" Aaron asked.

"Dunno, I just got it out," Mark replied.

He took the top off and shone his light into the box, and the two peered
in.

"Boring!" Aaron declared, when he saw a bunch of embroidered table cloths
and doilies.

"Maybe to you!  But I bet Gran'll like them!" Mark said.

"True!" Aaron said.  "She loves that kind of stuff."

"Well, push it back behind you and we'll take it down to her after," Mark
said.

"OK," Aaron said, shoving the box past him.

                  *                       *                     *

The boys searched through a few more boxes and found old household items,
and a couple boxes of old clothes, and some old hats.  There was a box of
old books Mark was sure Steve would be interested in, and a couple of old
empty suit cases.  After a while, the boys had a long line of things to
be taken out of the attic, so they backed out and started pulling
everything out.  Then, as there wasn't much room on the landing, they
hauled everything down to the first floor and and stacked it on the
kitchen floor.

"OH My!" Gran said, raising her eyebrows, silently praying her clean
kitchen didn't get dirtied up.

"Watcha got there?" Steve asked, as he and Phyllis walked into the room.

"Lotsa good stuff!" Aaron cried.

"There's a box of books here I bet you'll like," Mark said.

"Really?" Steve's eyes lit up, stepping over an peering into the box Mark
was pointing at.

"And table cloths and stuff for you," Aaron chirped, picking up the box
and dropping it on the table in front of Gran.

"Oh!" she said, smiling and forgetting the dirt.  She stood up and opened
the box.

"OH!  How lovely!" she cried, pulling the top item, an embroidered table
cloth out of the box.

"And old clothes and hats for you mom!" Aaron said, pointing at some
other boxes.

"Oh!" Phyllis said, picking up a hat box, and opening it.  "Look at
this!"

She pulled an old fancy black woman's hat out of the box, and put it on.

"Cool!" Aaron said, grinning.

"OK, we're heading back up there!" Mark said.  Anxious to get back to the
attic, he headed back up the stairs.

"Later!" Aaron called, galloping up the stairs behind Mark.

              *                  *                   *

"OK," Mark said, panting slightly, as they reached the third floor.  "I
don't care if my knees do hurt crawling on the grit in there.  I gotta
get out of these jeans, and into some shorts!"

"Good idea," Aaron said, following Mark into their room.

A minute later, Mark had kicked off his sneakers, and pulled off his
socks and jeans.  All he was still wearing was a pair of very damp
boxers.

"Oh fuck this! They're soaked too!" he said, disgustedly yanking them off
too, leaving himself standing completely naked.

Grinning, Aaron stripped totally too.

"So we're going in there naked?" he asked, looking curiously at Mark,
whose entire body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.  As he did, his
eyes taveled down Mark's body and focused on his long flacid dick, and
dangling testicles.  He felt his penis warm up as blood started to flow
into it

"It's so hot I'd like to," Mark replied, "but the rents might decide to
come up and take a look for themselves, and besides that, we are sitting
on the floor in there too.  My knees can take the grit and grime, but my
butt's a bit more tender!"

He grinned at Aaron and rubbed his ass tenderly.

Aaron laughed and he chuckled too.

"I'm just putting on a pair of track shorts," Mark said, pulling a pair
from his drawer.

Aaron watched then with mild disappointment, and a bit of confusion, as
Mark pulled them on sans any underwear, covering up his naked beauty.

"No boxers?" he asked, raising his eyebrows a little.

"Nope!  The less we wear while we're in there, the cooler we'll be!" Mark
said, smiling.  Glancing at Aaron, he noticed that Aaron's penis looked a
little larger, and the tip of his glans was peeking out of his foreskin.
His smile broadened into a grin as he realized his little stepbrother was
getting aroused.

"Guess I will too," Aaron said as Mark let the waistband of his shorts go
and they "snapped" against his body.  Aaron opened his drawer and rooted
around for his phys ed uniform track shorts.  Finding them a moment
later, he quickly pulled them on, opting to go commando, as Mark had as
well.

"Much cooler," Mark said, a minute later, as he crawled back down the now
nearly empty crawl space toward the very end, which he could see still
had stuff in it.

"OW!" he added ruefully a moment later, stopping and picking up his right
knee and wiping a hard crumb of something off it.

"Maybe we should've had knee pads," Aaron said, ruefully, as some dirt
and grit from the floor embedded itself in his flesh too.

"We'll be OK," Mark said, as he started crawling again.  "We're almost
there!"

A minute later, the two reached the far end of the crawlspace.

"Looks interesting!" Mark said, as his flashlight fell on a couple more
boxes, and a large trunk.

"What's in the trunk?" Aaron asked.

"Gotta get the boxes out of the way first!" Mark said.

"Oh alright!" Aaron said, impatiently.

"Well... this one's an easy one, it's empty!" Mark said, chuckling as he
pulled the closest one toward him and looked in it.

He pushed it aside, then stretched to reach the next box, as he did, the
light from Aaron's flashlight fell on his crotch.  Because Mark was
wearing track shorts and no underwear, and he was stretching, the left
leg opening of his shorts spread away from his thigh, fully exposing his
genitals.

At the site of Mark's cock and balls, Aaron felt his dick twitch and
begin stirring. All he could focus on was Mark's privates.  He wished he
could just reach out and begin fondling them.

As Mark pulled the box forward, and sat up, crossing his legs Indian
style, his penis and left testicle tumbled out the leg opening.

Mark looked down and grinned as the tip of his penis touched the dusty
wooden floor.

"You're hanging out completely!" Aaron said, laughing, realizing Mark
knew he'd seen too.

Mark chuckled and said, "Good thing we're alone!  And uh... by the way, I
have a clear shot of your jewels too!"

"What?" Aaron asked.  Quickly he glanced down and saw that his leg
opening was hanging open wide too, except that he wasn't hanging out of
it like Mark was.

Aaron chuckled and pulled on his shorts, trying to hide his privates, so
Mark didn't see he was starting to get hard.  It didn't work.  He
realized Mark could still probably see them, but he didn't really care.
He was more excited to see what was in the box, than to worry about that
anyway.

"So, what's in the box?" he asked excitedly.

"Oh yeah!" Mark said, ignoring his own genitals as well, which much to
Aaron's pleasure he'd left hanging out.

Mark pulled the box top off and shone his flashlight into the box.

"Old clothes again," Mark said, looking at them.  Then as he pulled a
pair of men's long-john's out, he added, "Men's this time though!"

"Ewww!!" Aaron said, realizing Mark was holding some stranger's
underwear.

Mark chuckled and dropped the union suit back into the box, and pushed
the box away.

His dick was still dangling completely out of his shorts, as he reached
for the only thing left in the crawlspace - the trunk.  Aaron's balls
retracted and relaxed with excitement, as he watched Mark's testicles
pull up toward his body as he pulled on the end of the trunk.

"It's damned heavy!" Mark said, grinning, realizing it must be full of
things.

"I hope it isn't a body!" Aaron said, suddenly, as absentmindedly he
continued to ogle his stepbrother's crotch.

"Why would it be a body?" Mark asked, looking back at Aaron.

"I don't know," Aaron said, looking up.  "It just crossed my mind that it
could be."

"You're weird Aar!" Mark said, chuckling, and looking back at the trunk
and straining again to pull it toward him.  It inched slightly closer to
him.

Grinning, Aaron looked back at Mark's crotch.  As he gazed upon the
object of his desire, as it dangled freely from the leg opening of Mark's
shorts, he felt his own penis expanding.

"Enjoying the view?" Aaron heard Mark ask suddenly.

"Wh-??" Aaron asked, his head snapping up.

He had no idea how long he'd been staring at Mark's dick, but Mark was
looking straight at him.  Feeling mortified, Aaron's face heated up.

Seeing Aaron looking so embarrassed, Mark grinned, then he chuckled.

"It's not like you don't get to see it all you want in our room when I'm
changing!" he said, still grinning at Aaron.  "What's so different about
seeing it in here?"

His face still blazing, Aaron wildly racked his brain for a plausible
explanation as to why he'd been staring at his step-brother's crotch.
Suddenly an idea came to him.

"W-well..." Aaron said, swallowing.  "Um... it's just that when you
pulled on the trunk, I happened to glance down and saw that your balls
pulled up tight to your body.  Um... it... I - I just never saw that
happen to anyone, and it was... different.  That's all.  Umm... I'm
sorry."

Mark chuckled again and said, "Don't sweat it.  I don't care if you look
at me.  It's OK."

"Y-you really don't mind?" Aaron said, immediately wishing he hadn't
asked.  It made him sound like he wanted to look at Mark naked.

"Hell no," Mark said.  "I know I'm cute, and ya can't take your eyes off
me!"

He grinned a shit-eating grin at Aaron then, causing the younger boy's
face to burn with embarrassment again.

"I told you!  It was just how your balls pulled up.  It surprised me,"
Aaron said.  "That's all it was!"

"That's how come ya gotta semi over it I suppose!" Mark chortled,
grinning wider at the boy.

Aaron was mortified that Mark had noticed how aroused he'd become looking
at him.  He was certain that in another minute Mark would be saying he
knew he was gay!  He didn't know what to say, and just sat staring
stupidly at Mark, as he felt tears welling in his eyes.

Seeing how embarrassed and upset Aaron was, Mark realized he'd picked on
him too much again.

"Stop looking so destroyed!" he said, smiling.  He reached over and
mussed Aaron's damp hair with his dirty hand.  "It's OK.  I know you're
curious.  It's normal to be curious.  I am too a little.  I mean...
Obviously, if I noticed you had a semi, I had to be checking you out too,
right?  So you weren't doing anything different from me!"

Aaron hadn't thought of that, but suddenly he felt like a great weight
had been lifted from his shoulders.  And Mark was smiling at him, and
rubbing his hair in an affectionate way.  He wasn't upset with him!
Aaron felt immensely relieved!  Automatically, a smile spread on his
lips.

Mark grinned wider at him.

"You gotta stop taking things so serious man!" he said.  "I know you're
gonna look at my body.  It's a natural thing to look at someone when you
see them naked.  I do it too.  Thing is, in public, we can't do it, or
people'll say we're queer.  You and me, we're brothers... it's OK to
look!  If I really didn't want you to see me naked, I'd make sure I was
covered all the time!  OK?"

Aaron was so relieved, and so overcome by Mark's speech, and the fact
that Mark had called them "brothers", that he couldn't say anything.  All
he could do was smile gratefully at Mark.

Not sure Aaron was OK about things yet, Mark grinned at him and cupped
the boy's chin in his hand.  Looking seriously into Aaron's eyes, he
said, "I mean it!  We're brothers now!  So, it's alright!  OK?"

Smiling happily, and swallowing, Aaron nodded.

"Good! Now come strain your balls too and help me with this damned thing
then!" Mark said, grinning at him.

"OK," Aaron said, softly, smiling broadly.

He scootched forward, so he was next to Mark.  Together they reached for
the handle of the trunk, and grasped it.

"OK!  PULL!" Mark cried.

Together, the two hauled away on the trunk, and it slid toward them.

"What the hell's in this thing?" Aaron cried, as they scootched backward
toward the access door.

"I don't know," Mark gasped as they pulled again, sliding the trunk
closer to them.

They continued crawling and pulling the trunk behind them, until they'd
reached the access door, then first Aaron, then Mark crawled out and
together, they gave one last mighty heave and pulled the trunk out of the
attic.  It landed with a heavy thud on the landing in front of them.

"Open it!" Aaron cried, any previous embarrassment over being enamored
with Mark's genitals forgotten.

Grinning, Mark pressed on the latch, and it sprang open.  He lifted the
lid and the two of them peered into the trunk.

"OH MY GOD!" Mark gasped.

"WOW!" Aaron cried, his eyes opening wide.

They could only see the top layer of the trunk's contents, but it excited
both of them greatly.  Neatly folded was a dark blue wool army uniform.
Laying carefully on top of it was an antique pistol, and an equally as
old sword, in a scabbard.

"Holy Shit!" Mark exclaimed, picking up the sword, while Aaron grabbed
for the pistol.

"Be careful!" Mark cautioned.  "These things are ancient!  And don't
point that at anyone.  We don't know if it's loaded!"

Aaron's eyes got big and he sat back on his heels pointing the pistol
into their room staring at it, mildly taken aback at the thought it might
be loaded.

Carefully Mark slid the sword from its scabbard.  It was thin and
lightweight, and it gleamed dully as he held it aloft.

"It feels so weird to be holding a gun!" Aaron said, in a slightly
haunted voice.  "You think anyone was killed by it?"

"WHAT????" Phyllis's voice cried out in alarm from a few feet behind
them.

Aaron and Mark both jumped slightly.  They'd both been so excited by
their find, they hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

The adults had heard the scraping and loud thud of the trunk.  Steve and
Phyllis having finished looking through the boxes the boys had found
earlier, had decided to pay them a visit, and see what they were up to.

"WHAT GUN???" Phyllis cried still sounding alarmed.

"Mom!  Steve!  Look at this!" Aaron cried, spinning around and showing
them the gun.

"Where did you get that?" Phyllis croaked, her eyes still registering
alarm.

"In this trunk," Mark said spinning around and sitting down on the floor
cross-legged.  "This sword and an army uniform were with it!"

"Wow!" Steve said, giving a whistle and reaching for the pistol Aaron was
holding.

"Be careful, in case it's loaded," Aaron said, looking a little worried.

"Oh my God!" Phyllis cried.

Steve chuckled and pointed the pistol downward, then examined it
carefully.

"It's not loaded.  It's perfectly safe," he pronounced.

Aaron grinned and reached for it again, and Phyllis looked greatly
relieved.

"Be careful - it's really old - probably an antique!" Steve said.  "Don't
hurt it!"

He reached then for the sword his son was holding.

"So all this was in that trunk?" Steve asked.

As he looked over the sword, Phyllis, who was standing a couple steps
down the stairway, so that her face was almost level with the floor of
the landing, glanced toward the trunk.  As she did, her eyes passed over
her stepson, who was still sitting Indian style, facing her, so the leg
opening of his shorts was again stretched away from his thigh.  As her
eyes moved toward the trunk, Phyllis suddenly was treated to a full view
of Mark's penis and left testicle.

"OH!" she gasped softly with surprise.  Her eyes stopped moving and
focused completely on Mark's genitals

"Good grief he's huge!  He must get as big as Steve does!" she thought to
herself, completely mesmerized at the sight of her stepson's sex organs.

As she stared at Mark's crotch with surprise, Mark suddenly realized his
stepmother was seeing more of him than he'd intended.  Suddenly blushing
profusely, he slammed his legs together.

"Sorry!" he muttered, spinning around, to face the trunk again.

Realizing what had happened, Aaron grinned initially, but just as he was
about to chuckle, he saw Steve glancing down at him.  He realized then
that he was probably displaying his privates too, and quickly closed his
legs and turned away as well.

"You guys need to wear your boxers if you're gonna wear those open leg
shorts!" Steve said, chuckling.  "Now what else is in that trunk?"

Thankful that the subject was being abruptly changed, Mark dove into the
trunk and started lifting out the army uniform.

"Good Grief!" Steve exclaimed, as he took the jacket and carefully
unfolded it.  "Do you know what this is?"

Everyone looked up at him.

"No!" Mark and Aaron answered in unison.

"What is it Dear?" Phyllis asked, her curiosity also overcoming her
embarrassment over being caught looking at Mark's genitals.

"This is a Civil War uniform!" Steve cried.  "And the sword and gun must
be from then too!"

"Oh my God!" Mark exclaimed.

"That's so cool!" Aaron cried.

"Are you sure?" Phyllis asked.

"Yes!" Steve said, looking at her, grinning.  "What else is in there?"

Mark quickly pulled the rest of the uniform out of the trunk.  Steve
unfolded it and they looked at it.

"Whoever wore this was on the small side," Phyllis said, holding up the
pants and jacket.

"I'll say!" Steve said.  "Couldn't have really been much bigger than
Aaron!"

"Really?" Aaron asked, looking up.

"Stand up," Steve said.

Aaron got up and Phyllis held the uniform up to him.

"You're right!" she said.  "He was only a couple inches taller than
Aaron, and not much broader in the shoulders either!"

"I bet one of these guys was him!" Mark cried excitedly.

Everyone looked down and saw that Mark was looking at a small two-piece
picture frame that opened like a book.  In it on each side were two old
photographs of men in Civil War uniforms.  The photo on the left was of a
very young, rather effeminate looking man with an unruly mop of dark
curly hair.  On the right was a photo of another equally young, although
less effeminate looking man with long blondish hair.  In front of his
picture, was a lock of strawberry blond hair.

"There's even someone's hair in here!" Mark said, wonderingly, looking at
the lock of hair.

"Let's see," Steve said.

Mark handed the photo frame up to his father and he, Phyllis, and Aaron
all crowded around it and peered at the pictures of the young soldiers.

"Well," Steve said.  "They were very young, and both are wearing 'Union'
uniforms."

"Do you think they were brothers?" Aaron asked.

"No," Phyllis said.  "They don't look alike at all.  The boy on the left
is much smaller, and their hair isn't at all alike.  I bet the hair is
from the boy on the right though."

"'Boy'," Steve snorted.  "They truly were just boys yet.  Look at them!
They were probably only a year older than Mark!  I can't understand how
the governments can send such young children into battle like that!"

"Ahem!" Mark said loudly.  "I'm not THAT young you know!"

"You're too young to be sent into battle, to be blown up!" Steve said.

Suddenly, Mark remembered his mother, who was a nurse in the army over in
Iraq, and a chill went through him.

"It's not fair they send women either," he said, softly.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, then Steve reached down and squeezed his
son's shoulder and said, "she'll be OK.  She's back from the front, at
the hospital!"

"I hope so," Mark said, as he felt a lump rising in his throat.

Steve squeezed his shoulder again.

"What else is in the trunk?" Aaron asked, impatiently.

Phyllis shot him a reprimanding look.

He stretched up on his toes and whispered in her ear, "I'm just trying to
change the subject!"

"Oh!" she mouthed, smiling at him, as Mark lifted some books from the
trunk.

"This is why it was so heavy!  Look at all these books!" Mark said.

He handed them up to Phyllis and Steve, who handed him the photo frame
back, which he laid gingerly on the army jacket he'd folded and sat on
the floor next to the trunk.

Reaching into the trunk he pulled out what looked like a photo album.

"Holy Shit!" he cried, opening it.

"Watch the language," Steve said, as everyone looked down to see what
Mark had found.

"Sorry," Mark said.  "I was just shocked!  Look!  It's a photo album.
There's another of the same picture of the dark haired soldier here in
front!  Under it it says 'Private Elijah David Shaw 34th NY Infantry'!"

"His name's Elijah!" Aaron said, grinning and looking down at the image
of the young soldier.

"These must be his parents!" Mark said, as he flipped the page, and saw
pictures of a couple who looked old enough to be Elijah's parents.  The
man looked a little like Elijah, only taller.  Their names were written
under the pictures: David Shaw and Sarah Baker Shaw.

Mark turned the page.

"Here's one labeled 'Nathaniel Samuel Shaw'!" he said.  "And, this is
'Eliza Ann Shaw'!"

"Must be his brother and sister," Steve surmised.

"I bet," Phyllis said.  "All three of them look alike, although Elijah is
definitely the youngest."

The next page showed a picture of an older couple, underwhich was written
"Nathaniel Elijah Baker and Ann Eliza Perkins Baker".

"Obviously Sarah's parents, and the kids' grand parents!" Steve said,
smiling.

The last page was a picture of Elijah and the strawberry blond boy in the
picture frame, and a few other children standing with a prim-looking
woman in front of what was obviously a one-room school house!  Under the
picture, were names, with arrows pointing up at the kids and the
teacher.  The blond boy was named Josiah Barrett!  'Cedarville School
Dist 2 - 1860' it said, underneath.

"Josiah Barrett!" Mark thought, opening the photo frame and looking at
the larger picture of Josiah in his uniform, and the lock of hair that
was with it.  The young man in that picture was definitely the boy
standing next to Elijah in the picture.  Smiling, he thought to himself
"Damn he was hot!  And Elijah's a cutie too!"

"Let's see that album," Steve said, interrupting Mark's day dreams about
the two young Civil War soldiers.

Mark handed it up to his father, then returned to the trunk.

"Wow! Letters!" he exclaimed, reaching into the bottom of the trunk.

He lifted them out and read some of the addresses: Mr. Nathaniel Shaw,
Cedarville, NY; Mrs. Sarah Shaw, Cedarville, NY; Pvt Elijah Shaw 34th NY
Vols, Washington DC; Pvt Elijah Shaw 34th NY Vols, and so they went.
There were bunches of them.

Mark couldn't wait to start reading the letters, but there was more in
the bottom of the trunk. He set the letters down, and reached into the
trunk and withdrew the last few items - four books that all looked
alike.  There were no titles on them.  He opened one and grinned.

"OH MY GOD!" He cried.  "It's his diary!"

"Really?" Phyllis asked, looking down with interest.

"Listen to this!" Mark cried, excitedly.

He read from the first entry on the page he'd opened to: "August 15th:
Its hotter n blazes.  It's a good day tho as I received two letters today
from Momma and Josiah!  I miss them both so much!  We march for Newport
News in a half hour.  Hope we don't run into any rebs along the way."

"Cool!" Aaron cried.

"Did they get to Newport News OK?" Steve asked.

Mark scanned down the rest of the page, and the next two as well.

"It took them until August 21, and a lot of them got sick and died along
the way because of the heat!" Mark said.  "Elijah got there though,
because he says "August 21: Finally arrived at Newport News!  Hear we're
going to keep going to Alexandria tho.  Hope we get to rest awhile
first.  I don't think Samuel Jervis'l make it!  They took him away
yesterday when he past out due to heat, and I ain't seen or heard from
him since.  Shame he made it so far - just not far enough."

"How awful!" Phyllis said.

"Think how you'd feel marching for days wearing this thing!" Aaron said,
poking the uniform with his toe.

"Actually," Steve said, "the wool's supposed to insulate you from the
heat!  Although... I sure don't think I'd want to hike around wearing
it!"

Mark was thumbing through the diaries, as they talked.  Suddenly he
groaned "NO!"

"What?" they all said.

"I just read the last entry," He said, sounding anguished.  "It comes
after the last entry Elijah made on September 29.  They were at
Antietam.  Anyway, it says 'Pvt Elijah Shaw age 19 was captured by Rebs
on October 1, during a battle at Antietam.  He died in a prison camp near
Americus, GA in February 1863, and was buried there.'  Underneath are the
initials 'NSS'."

Everyone fell silent for a minute, as all their heads turned to look at
the picture of the dark-haired boy staring up at them from the picture
frame laying on what must've been one of his army jackets.

"How awful!" Phyllis said, reaching up and wiping her right eye.

"Americus!  That's Andersonville!" Steve said.  "Remember that movie
about it we saw a while back Mark?"

"Yeah," Mark said, in a haunted tone.  "Think they called Elijah 'fresh
fish' like they did the new guys they brought in, when they brought him
in?"

"Somehow I don't feel quite as excited as I did a minute ago," Steve
said.

They were all quiet a moment, then Aaron said, "Do you think 'NSS' is
Elijah's brother Nate?".

"Probably," Mark said.  "I think I'm going to read the whole diary and
all the letters."

"I want to too!" Aaron cried.

"I expect we all do," Steve said.  "How about we close up the attic for
now though, and pick things up.  Then you guys go shower.  We can all
share everything and take turns reading everything after."

"Good idea!" Phyllis said.

"I wonder how this trunk got here to begin with?" Aaron said.

"That's a good question," Phyllis said.  "Maybe Mom can give us a clue!"

"That's right!  We gotta show all this to Gran too!" Aaron cried.

"OK, let's put it back in the trunk and Mark and I can carry it
downstairs," Steve said.  "Aaron, please close the door into the
crawlspace while we load the trunk."

A few minutes later, they had picked everything up and Steve and Mark had
hauled the trunk down to the kitchen.

As an excited Aaron pulled everything back out of the trunk to show Gran,
who appeared very interested herself, Mark chuckled and excused himself
to go shower.  He ran back upstairs and returned a couple minutes later
with clean clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom as Aaron was
showing Gran, Elijah's photo album.

              *                   *                    *

While the others went through the trunk again, Mark jumped into the
shower, and turned on the water.  As he lathered himself up, his thoughts
returned to the trunk, and to Elijah.  He wondered what Elijah had been
like, and what his life had been like.  Even though he would've been a
little older that Mark, Mark couldn't shake the feeling that Elijah
hadn't really appeared older than him.  As mark's hands traveled downward
and he began soaping up his penis and balls, Elijah's cute, boyish image,
and Josiah's more manly and hansome image filled his mind.

"I wonder just how close old Elijah and Josiah were?" Mark pondered, as
he fondled his soapy, rapidly expanding penis.  "I mean, how many guys
keep another guy's hair?"

As Mark continued sliding his hand up and down his slick, now fully hard
penis, he wondered if Elijah and Josiah had ever been closer than just
friends!  Could they have possibly had a relationship like he and Jon?

As he thought about Jon, Mark's cock flexed tautly, then relaxed.
Elijah's and Josiah's images left his mind, replaced with a picture of
the underside of Jon's rigid penis, and balls.  Closing his eyes, and
massaging his slippery cock and balls, Mark began to relive in his mind,
all the times he and Jon lay on Jon's or his bed, naked, in a '69'
sucking and fondling each other.

"Mmmmm..." Mark moaned, as he imagined Jon's mouth sliding up and down
his cock, as he fondled his balls.

As he masturbated, with his eyes closed, gently fondling his testicles,
and sensually sliding his fist up and down his slick cock, Mark recalled
the various sensations he felt as he and Jon '69'ed.  There was the musky
smell of Jon's crotch, the bit of wadded up fibers from Jon's underwear
that was stuck to a couple of hairs that sprouted from his scrotum.  The
soft slurping sounds they both made as they suckled each other.  The
feeling of Jon's hands massaging his scrotum and ass, occasionally
letting a finger dip between his cheeks to tickle his anus, and the
occasional scrape of one of his teeth along the delicate skin of his
shaft.  The eventual faintly salty flavor that pervaded his mouth, as Jon
began to leak pre-cum.  And, of course Jon's soft, mellow moans of
pleasure.

All of these recalled sensations, as well as the feelings of pleasure he
was giving himself with his own hands, soon had Mark, thrusting his hips
back and forth, as his level of excitement built.

Within a couple minutes, Mark was breathing heavier, and he'd begun
slamming his fist up and down his rigid rod, as he felt his orgasm
mounting.

In his mind he recalled how Jon's hips would start thrusting up and down
off the bed slightly, and his moans would increase in intensity and
volume, as his orgasm neared.  The salty flavor of Jon's pre-jism grew
stronger as well.

Mark could feel his orgasm nearing rapidly.  Just a few more strokes and
it would be there!  Mark began rapidly pistoning his fist up and down his
dick.

"AAawwwww!!!" he gasped a moment later, his face screwing up, as his body
tensed up and a stream of cum shot out of his dick, splattering all over
the shower curtain.

"Mmmmm!!!" Mark groaned, as he pumped another load of semen against the
shower curtain.

"Fuck!"  he gasped a second later, as more jism blasted out of his dick.

"Mmmm..." he moaned, a little less intensely as his flow of cum squirted
out with a little less pressure, dropping down to the tub floor, some of
it hitting his big toe.

"Oh yeah!" he growled, smiling, as a bit more oozed out his piss slit and
dribbled down over his fingers, dripping down into the tub.

"Nice!" he said, smiling and opening his eyes, as he squeezed and pulled
on his slightly softer penis, forcing the last of his cum out of his
urethra.

"Whew!" he whistled a moment later, still grinning, as he directed the
shower's flow toward the shower curtain to wash his sperm away.

As soon as he'd cleaned things up, Mark resumed washing himself.  Within
a couple minutes, he was clean and rinsed, and feeling very relaxed and
happy, as he toweled himself dry.

He grinned as he stood looking at himself in the mirror and he felt
something moving in his urethra.  He reached down and pulled on his soft,
but still larger than usual dick, and a final drop of cum oozed from his
piss slit.  Grinning wider, he wiped it off with his thumb, then putting
his thumb in his mouth, he licked it clean, and savored the flavor of his
semen.  It reminded him again of being with Jon.

Wanting to get back to the letters and diaries though, Mark quickly
pushed all sexual thoughts from his mind and dressed.  A minute later,
after applying some deoderant, and combing his still wet hair, he exited
the bathroom to join the others who were all sitting around the kitchen
table reading letters or diaries.

              *                      *                       *

"Your turn Midget!" Mark said, mussing Aaron's hair, as he sat down in an
empty chair next to him and reached for the stack of diaries.

"Hey!" Aaron squawked, brushing Mark's hand away.  He was completely
engrossed in reading a letter from Elijah to his brother Nate.

Grinning, Mark opened each diary, checking the dates, then put them in
the correct order, so he'd read chronologically what had occurred in
Elijah's life.

"Actually," Steve said.  "What might be best is if we took all the
letters and put them in order by the date they were written, then read
them along with the diaries, in order.  Then we'd have the most sensible
understanding of what Elijah's life was like."

"That's a wonderful idea," Phyllis said.

"I don't know if I'll be able to read many more of these," Gran said.

Everyone looked at her.  She was crying.

"What's wrong Mom?" Phyllis asked.

"It's just so sad..." Gran said.  "Listen to this!  It's a letter from
Elijah to his mother."

Gran read them the letter then.

"It's dated July 20th, 1862.  It says,

Dear Momma,

It is with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes that I write you today, and
report that the boy you wished well as he marched off happily whistling
our army's hymn as he went to join our country's great and noble cause,
is no longer, for I am no longer that wide-eyed cheerful lad I once was.
I am a man now Momma.  A battle hardened man, and a murderer!  I'm so
sorry Momma, and may the good lord forgive me.  I've broken his
commandment, and I've taken another man's life.  Maybe more than just one
man's.  I didn't want to do it Momma!  I had no choice!  If I didn't do
it!  I'd have been killed instead!  I now understand that there is
nothing great and noble about war.  Please rest assured, before I go
further, that I am physically unharmed.  My soul has been damned though,
and now I won't be with you in the afterlife!  Instead, I'll burn in
hell, as I well deserve!

We were in a terrible series of battles in the past days at places called
Glendale, Malvern Hall, and other such names.  It was the worst fighting
we've seen to date.  Three days into the battles, I was sent ahead to,
along the right flank to observe the Rebs.  Suddenly, I came face to face
with one of 'em.  He had held his gun on me, and I held mine on him.  We
both stood staring at each other with fear in our eyes.  Momma he
couldn't have been even as old as me!  His face was a child's!  We stared
at each other until I told him I wouldn't shoot him if he didn't shoot
me.  He nodded, but still looked scared.  I was scared too.  Slowly we
lowered our rifles.  Then from behind him came a shout.  What're ya
doin'? a man hollered, and I saw another reb with a rifle, pointing
straight at me.  He raised it and aimed.  Before I could think, I shot
him.  When I did, he pulled the trigger of his gun too.  Then he fell
down!  I didn't want to kill anyone Momma!  But he was gonna shoot me!  I
just did it- automatically.  It was awful the way he lay there twitchin'
and gurgling for a few seconds.  I thought I was gonna be sick.  The
other reb - the boy - he just stood staring at me in shock - not moving.
Then suddenly I saw blood comin from his mouth.  He gasped and tottered
forward.  I caught him in my arms.  "Help me!" he gasped.  It was then I
felt the warm wetness trickling down over my fingers.  When the other Reb
fired his gun, he hit the boy in the middle of his back!  I laid the boy
down on the ground.  He started shaking, and got tears in his eyes.  "I
don' wanna die!" he whined softly.  I was cryin' then.  For if it wasn't
that I shot the other Reb, this boy - this frightened boy - would still
be alive!  I didn't kill just the one man Momma.  I killed that boy too,
for he died a couple minutes later!  I tried to help him, but I could see
he was dying.  All I could do was hold his hand and tell him he was gonna
be OK.  I asked his name.  he said he was Caleb.  His breathing got
harder then, and the fear set into his eyes.  He knew he wasn't gonna
make it.  Momma it was awful!  Just before he died, he asked me to write
his Ma and tell her he loved her!  I told him I would.  We looked in each
others eyes a minute, then his closed, and his body relaxed.  He wet
himself then, and I knew he was gone."

Gran's voice broke and she put the letter down for a minute and wiped her
eyes with a tissue she pulled from her pocket, and blew her nose, as
everyone stared in abject sorrow at the letter laying on the table.

"The ink's all smudged, like it got wet," Gran said, picking the letter
up.  "Probably from his mother's tears."

"Or his own," Phyllis said, snuffling and wiping her eyes.

"He continues," Gran said.  She cleared her throat and resolutely read
on.

"I cried then Momma, as I sat there holding his hand even after he was
gone.  The only good thing was he didn't look scared no more.  His face
looked like a little boys, with smudges of dirt on it, like he'd been
playing outside.  Soon I heard shouts ahead of me.  I didn't want to
leave the boy, but I had to.  Quickly I checked his pockets.  I found a
letter in one of them.  It was addressed to 'Private Caleb Batchelor of
the 16th VA Infantry'  There was a return address - 'Mrs. Auguste
Batchelor, Buckingham, VA'.  I took the letter and ran, just before some
Rebs arrived.  I heard a lot of yelling as I ran from there, back toward
my unit.

I read Mrs. Batchelor's letter that night.  She is Caleb's mother.  I
kept my promise to her son and wrote to her.  Momma, it was the hardest
thing I ever had to do!  I told her what happened, and I told her I would
never have hurt her boy.  Then I told her what he'd said, that he loved
her.  I mailed the letter yesterday.

I haven't slept much since.  I can't close my eyes but for Caleb's face
showing before me!  It's like I keep replaying that day in the woods.
Momma, I'm so sorry for what happened.  I can't fix it though.

Please try not to worry Momma.  I'll be alright.  Don't tell Daddy or
Nate about this.  I fear they won't understand.  They'll say it's war,
and I either I have to kill the enemy when I see 'em or get killed
myself.  That's what some of the men here've told me.  I can't try to
explain to them how bad I feel, and how I know it's wrong to kill.  I
know you will understand though.  Momma - Please go to Parson Avery and
ask for his prayers for me - that I make it through this infernal war,
and get home soon.

I must go now, Roll is being called.  I'll write again soon.

Your loving son,
Elijah"

Everyone sat silently staring at the letter in Gran's hand when she was
finished.

"Well!" Steve said finally, looking at Mark and Aaron.  "I guess that
gives you a pretty good picture of how awful war can be!"

"It sucks!" Aaron said, blinking, and swallowing, fighting to keep from
crying.

"That poor boy!" Phyllis said, reaching for a tissue from the box on the
counter behind her.

"I think that'll do it for me for a while with these letters," Gran said,
folding it up and putting it back in its envelope.

"He had to go through all that, and in the end, he gets captured and dies
in Andersonville!" Mark said.  "Talk about a shitty life!"

"And he was only a year or two older than you when all this happened to
him!" Steve said.  "Still feel like reading all these letters and the
diaries?"

"Definitely!" Mark exclaimed.  "I wanta find out everything there is to
know about Elijah!  He was obviously a really nice guy!  I have to know
that he was happy some of the time!"

"I hope you find some happiness in his life then!" Steve said.  "I guess
I want to read it all too yet.  I've got some things to do though before
I'll have the time to devote to it.  How about you take it all and
organize the letters in date order like I suggested, and start reading.
When you're done with the first diary and the letters that match up to
it, hand them over to me and Phyllis.  We'll read through them behind
you."

"When do I get them?" Aaron asked.

"Oh Honey," Phyllis said.  "Are you sure you want to read them?"

"YEAH!" Aaron cried.  "The one Elijah wrote to his brother was pretty
good!"

Mark smiled and said, "How about you and me take them up to our room, and
we'll organize them, and read them together, then pass them on to the
rents?"

"OK," Aaron said.

"And I'll look at them when Phyllis and Steven are through with them,"
Gran added.

"I thought you didn't want to read anymore of them?" Phyllis said,
looking at her mother.

"I think Mark is right.  Maybe it would be good to look at the happiness
in the poor boy's life as well," Gran said.

Everyone smiled a little.

"Meanwhile, pick up this mess, so I can make supper!  And you young man!"
Gran pointed at Aaron.  "Get in that shower and make sure you wash
yourself good all over!"

Aaron grinned and said, "Yes M'aam!"

As he turned to run upstairs to get some clean clothes, Mark gave him a
shit-eating grin and a wink.  Aaron grinned hugely and blushed, then
galloped up the stairs.

Mark gathered the letters and diaries together, along with the photo
album and pictures of Elijah and Josiah and put them in one of the empty
boxes that he and Aaron had dragged downstairs.  They all fit into it
much easier.  Then he carried the box up to their room.

"You heard Gran," he said softly to Aaron, as they passed each other on
the stairs.  "Wash good ALL OVER!"

"Like I wouldn't?" Aaron said, grinning sarcastically at Mark.

Mark chuckled, as he glanced down and saw a prominent tenting in the
front of Aaron's shorts, which he was deftly trying to cover up with his
clothes.

                     *                      *                    *

While Mark sorted and organized Elijah's letters in chronological order
up in their room, Aaron hopped into the shower, and like Mark had done
earlier, and Gran had ordered him to do, he too lathered his entire body
up, and washed himself very thorougly - especially his penis and balls!

Within a few minutes of entering the shower, the boy was standing tensed
up, but trembling slightly with excitement, as his climax approached, and
his right hand flew up and down his nearly 5" of soap-slicked manhood,
while his left hand fondled his hairless scrotum, gently massaging his
testicles.

Aaron's body tensed even more, and his right leg began to shake.  His
face contorted and his nostrils flared as well.

Suddenly with a groan he ejaculated a thin streak of semen, which
forcefully hit the shower curtain in approximately the same, albeit a
lower spot, as Mark's cum had hit it.

"Fuck!" Aaron gasped, a moment later, as his eyes opened and he blew his
second load.

"Oh God!" he groaned as a third time he sprayed the shower curtain.

"Awwwww..." he moaned, as his fourth spasm illicited a glob of cum that
pushed out of his urethra, but instead of shooting, dribbled down over
his fingers.

Aaron kept on stroking his penis, even after his orgasm ended, knowing
that there'd be one last spasm that would push a bit more jism from his
cock.  A moment later, he was rewarded, when with a shudder, his body
felt one last wave of pleasure ripple through it, and indeed, a bit more
semen oozed out his piss-slit and down over him knuckles.

"Oh yeah!" he said, squeezing his genitals slightly, then letting them
go.

Quickly, Aaron rinsed off, then dried, and dressed.  He couldn't wait to
get up to his and Mark's room and hear more about Elijah.

                 *                     *                         *

Instead of going skateboarding that night, Mark had intended on going
directly to their room to read.  Aaron had the same idea.  Much to the
boys' chagrin though, Steve and Phyllis decided it would be a nice idea
if the family used the patio for a marshmallow roast, since Mark and
Aaron had done such a nice job fixing it all up!  So, after dinner,
instead of heading upstairs, everyone went outside, and Steve built a
fire in the fireplace Mark and Aaron had repaired.

The family spent about an hour together, talking, mostly about Steve and
Phyllis's honeymoon, and a little about Elijah and the contents of his
trunk, as they all toasted marshmallows together.

Finally, about 8:45, as it was beginning to get dark, the mosquitoes came
out, forcing them to quench the fire with a bucket of water, and retreat
into the house.

"I'm going upstairs," Mark announced, as he headed for the stairs.

"Me too!" Aaron said.

"Don't be up reading too late!" Steve said.

"Especially you Aaron!" Phyllis added.

"Mommmmm!" Aaron groaned.

"You heard me!  Make sure he gets some sleep Mark!  You too!" Phyllis
directed.

"Yes Mom!" Mark droned, in a semi-sarcastic tone.

Steve raised an eyebrow, and Mark grinned and winked at him and Phyllis
who smiled back at him.  The boys took off then at a trot up the stairs.

"You know they'll be up all night don't you?" Gran said, as she walked
past them.

"I know," Phyllis said.

"We have to make it look like we're trying to be good parents though!"
steve said, chuckling.

"OK, Good night then!" Gran said.

"Good night," they called to her.

                  *                      *                      *

"Let's get comfortable, in case we fall asleep," Mark suggested, as he
shut the door to their room behind him and Aaron.

"OK," Aaron said, and he immediately began stripping.

Mark grinned and stripped too, as Yawning, Aaron, clad only in his
Sponge-Bob Square-Pants boxers sprawled out on his side of the bed, on
top of the covers.

A minute later, Mark stretched out next to him, and reached for the first
diary, and stack of letters.

"I hope the rest aren't as depressing as the one Gran read before," Aaron
said, yawning again.

"You won't know," Mark said smiling.  "You're gonna fall asleep I bet!"

"Fine!" Aaron snapped.  "I'm tired.  But I'm not going to bed yet!  So
start reading!"

Mark chuckled and opened the diary and began reading.  He read a few
pages of it, then switched over to the first letter in the stack and read
that and the next one.  Then he returned to the diary.  I that way, he
interspersed the letters in approximately the right spot, so that they
understood what was going on in Elijah's life, and his familys' and
Josiah's as well.

For about twenty minutes, Mark read aloud, and nothing exciting was
mentioned.  As he read, Aaron's eye lids drooped lower and lower, until
soon they closed altogether and his breathing became shallow and
regular.  Mark smiled at the sleeping boy, and read on a while, quietly
to himself.  Soon, Aaron was snoring softly and peacefully.  Mark looked
over at him and grinned again.  As he watched him, Aaron snorted and
snuffled slightly, and his left hand reached for his genitals and rubbed
them a moment, before dropping back down on the bed next to him.  When he
did this though, his fly was left wide open and Mark had a clear, direct
view into it, of Aaron's penis.  The tip of his glans was again, half
exposed from the opening in the penis's foreskin, indicating that Aaron
was gaining an erection.  Instantly, Mark felt his own penis beginning to
expand.

Mark stared at Aaron's crotch, as Aaron snored on peacefully.  It
appeared to hover in a state of semi-erection for some time.

Mark's attention was completely drawn to Aaron's crotch by then.  All he
could think of was how much he'd like to get his hand, or better yet, his
mouth on the cylindrical piece of meat he was staring at.

As Mark watched Aaron, he realized it wouldn't be very hard to at least
fully expose Aaron's sex organ.  All he had to do was stick his finger
and thumb in the fly of Aaron's boxers, and extract the penis from
within.

He debated with himself for a minute, then finally, he couldn't take it
anymore and he reached over and parted Aaron's boxer fly a little
further.  He didn't even have to put his finger and thumb inside Aaron's
boxers as his penis popped out and the fly of his boxers settled around
its base.

Smiling slightly, Mark gingerly picked up Aaron's penis with two fingers
and a thumb.  As he did, he felt it beginning to expand.  Mark never took
his eyes off Aaron's face, as he began gently manipulating his penis, and
it began expanding.  Within a half minute, Mark had masturbated Aaron
enough to give him a full erection!  Through it all, Aaron slept on.
Although, Mark did think he saw Aaron's dimples appear occasionally, as
if he was about to smile.

As Mark continued fondling his little step-brother's penis, he noticed
the tip of it was becoming moist.  The boy was producing pre-cum!

Mark really wanted to taste Aaron's precious fluid.  As he contemplated
wiping it off with his finger and licking his finger, he suddenly changed
his mind though.  Abruptly, and carefully, he set all the letters and
journal on the floor next to the bed, then got on his hands and knees,
straddling Aaron's right leg.

Suddenly, and swiftly, as Aaron slept on, Mark lowered his head and began
licking the head of his cock, savoring the flavor of his precum!

Aaron's breathing skipped a breath for a minute, but then resumed, as
Mark held still.  Glancing upward, Mark again saw the start of dimples on
Aaron's cheeks.

"OK, the boy was enjoying it, even if he was asleep!" Mark thought,
smiling to himself.

A moment later, Mark couldn't take it any longer and slowly and gently
lowered his mouth over Aaron's erection and sensually sucked the whole 5"
into his mouth.

Again Aaron's breath caught for a moment.  As soon as he resumed normal
breathing, Mark began sucking slowly up and down on his rod, enjoying the
slight taste of Aaron's pre-cum, and creating pre-cum of his own just
over his own excitement of finally having Aaron's beautiful cock in his
mouth.

After a few seconds, Mark froze when he suddenly noticed Aaron's legs
spreading a little further apart.  With Aaron's dick in his mouth yet, he
glanced up at the boy's face.  He appeared to still be asleep.  Mark
waited a moment, until Aaron's slow rythmic breathing began again, then
he continued sucking on his dick.  A few seconds later, since Aaron had
spread his legs apart more, he reached through the fly of Aaron's boxers,
and hooked Aaron's scrotum with his forefinger and gently extracted it
through his fly as well.  Then he took it into his hand and began ever so
gently rolling Aaron's testicles around between his thumb and fingers, as
he continued sucking up and down on his cock.  As Mark molested the
sleeping boy, a small smile crept over Aaron's lips.

Mark's eyes shot open wide when he looked up at Aaron a moment later,
which he kept doing to make sure Aaron was still asleep, and he saw
Aaron's smile.  Suddenly he got worried that the boy might just be
pretending to be asleep, like he'd done in the past when he'd watched
Mark jacking off.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Aaron moaned and arched his back up off the bed a little,
shoving his dick all the way back up into Mark's mouth, so that his glans
were nestled against Mark's tonsils, as Mark stared up at him scared that
he'd made an awful mistake.

Aaron's smile broadened and he moaned happily again...

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