Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 19:34:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 15

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                             Aaron Gets His Wish
                               Chapter Fifteen

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Mark experienced a mixture of emotions after the Granvilles left, taking
both Chris, who Mark had instantly become fond of, and Elijah's trunk of
course, with them.

Mark was elated that Mr. Granville had generously given them the bi-fold
frame with the pictures of Elijah and Josiah, including the lock of
Josiah's hair in it, to keep as a reward for finding the trunk.  And
Steve and Phyllis, realizing how attached to the young Civil War soldiers
the boys had become, had allowed them to keep the picture in their room
as well.  Mark had reverently put it on an upper shelf, where it would be
safe, but where he and Aaron could still easily see both the young mens'
photos, if they glanced in its direction.

Mark was also happy that he and Aaron had secretly retained the letters
Elijah and Josiah had sent each other, with their coded messages in
them.  He was certain that Elijah and Josiah would have wanted their love
and lust for each other to remain otherwise undetected.

And of course, and maybe most importantly, Mark also felt greatly
uplifted by his and Chris's discovery that they themselves were both gay,
and the passionate, pleasureful sexual exploration they'd shared as a
result!  It had been months since he and Jon had been together, and Mark
hadn't realized just how lonely, intimately speaking, he'd become,
having, except for his one experimental jack-off session with Aaron, had
only his own hands to keep him company since he'd left California.

There was more to it than just the sex though.  As he sat at his computer
late the night after the Granvilles had visited, dreamily recalling how
he and Chris had passionately made love to one another several hours
earlier, Mark relized that in addition to a raging hardon, he also was
experiencing a joyous feeling, as adrenaline rushed through his chest.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before, not even with Jon, and
he wondered exactly what it was he was feeling inside.

Each time he thought of Chris, and in particular how they'd kissed before
and after they made love, not only did his dick flex violently, but he
felt his heart flutter and his whole chest seemed to get warmer as well.
If it hadn't felt so wonderful, he'd have been concerned something was
very wrong with him!

At the same time he felt so happy though, he also felt a profound sadness
that Chris wasn't there with him, because he very much wanted to be with
him again - both sexually, and just in a companionable way.  What he
really wished he could do would be to make love to Chris, then still
naked, snuggle up with him, so they fell asleep entwined in each other's
arms!

"What the fuck?" Mark thought incredulously to himself, as the sudden
realization hit him.  "Am I in love with Chris?"

He jumped slightly, then, as the tone that indicated he was receiving an
IM, chimed on his computer.  His chest and groin both flooded with warmth
and his face lit up into a huge grin when he looked at the computer
screen and saw that it was Chris!  Earlier he'd added Chris's screen name
to his buddy list, he'd stayed logged onto his IM software, hoping Chris
would logon too.

"You alone?" Chris typed.

"Sort of," Mark replied, smiling, as he looked over at Aaron, who
exhausted from the day's events, had fallen asleep a half hour earlier,
and was snoring contentedly.  "Aaron's here, but he's asleep."

"Cool!  I had a great time meeting you!  :))" Chris typed.

"Me too!  :))" Mark replied.

"Hey!  I googled that song 'Sugar Baby Love' that was playing when we
were 'having fun' earlier, and found a site with a downloadable video
with it playing in it!" Chris said.

Before Mark could reply, Chris sent "The URL is http://www.veoh.com/videoDetails.html;jsessionid=936CFAE5AD7D94F9E66AF7E0D3FBDA
B?v=e110568Z4XpEta3  - if you click on it - it should work.  If it
doesn't, just go to www.veoh.com and look for their new AIDS prevention
video - it's actually a kind of cute video too.  I love the penis roller
coaster!  When the boy explodes and sees stars... ~blushes~ well...
that's how you made me feel when we were fucking!"

Mark's heart soared when he read Chris's last sentence.

"That's SO Cool!  Hang on..." Mark replied, grinning as he typed.

He paused a moment then, and clicked on the URL and the web page showing
the AIDS prevention video popped up.  He waited a minute, with his
speaker volume set real low, so as not to wake Aaron, and within seconds
the song was playing.

"It worked!  How cool!  I'm gonna download the full video later like it
says you can do!" Mark typed.  Then blushing and grinning, he typed, "And
you made me feel the same way when we were fucking too!"

":)) yeah I downloaded the video too!  Anyway, now we can both play 'our
song'!  ...  Fuck, I wish I was still there with you though!  I'd really
like to feel you inside me again right now!" Chris said.

Mark's cock flexed violently, and he grinned, as he typed, "No more than
I would love to feel it inside you again!"

":)) So you're hard then too?" Chris asked.

"When am I not?!?!?" Mark replied.

":)) Me too!  Anyway... I know it's not the same - but wanta cyber?  I'm
already naked and strokin'!  How 'bout you join me?" Chris sent
back.
Mark looked quickly at Aaron.  He was still definitely asleep.  Quickly
he stood up and stripped off his boxers, which was all he'd been
wearing.  Then he grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted a little into
his hand, which he quickly wrapped around his penis and began sliding up
and down.

"i am now too" he typed and sent using only his left hand on the
keyboard.

"sure your brothers sleepin'?" Chris wrote.

"positive - he's snoring like a buzz saw" Mark replied.

"lol stan's like that too!  Claims he doesn't ever snore, so I taped him
once and played it back to him - he hated it! lol"  Chris said.

"lol so what should we do?" Mark asked.

"get your lotion and lube up!" Chris typed.

":)) - lol - already did!" Mark typed.

"mmmmm... feels good!" Chris replied.

"oh yeah!" Mark sent back, as he slid his lubed hand up and down his
throbbing rod.  Typing took longer with one hand, but it was worth it.
He clicked on play again too, so "Sugar Baby Love", which had ended,
started up again.

"i'm using a dildo 2 and pretending its you!" Chris typed.

"wish it was me!" Mark wrote, as he imagined the look of deep arousal on
Chris's face as he plunged a dildo in and out of his hole.

"Me 2 ... fuck Im gonna cum soon" Chris replied.

Mark was so excited imagining Chris pleasuring himself, and nearing
orgasm, that he too felt like he was going to get off quick.

"me 2" he sent back, as he felt his own level of pleasure rising.

"i keep thinkin bout your huge cock slidin in n outta me!" Chris typed.

"yer hot ass felt so good and tight too!" Mark wrote.

"oh fuck Im gonna cum..." Chris wrote.

Mark's orgasm swiftly began to build then.

"oooooooooo......." was all Chris was able to manage typing then, and
Mark knew his friend was blowing his load.

Mark's orgasm was approaching swiftly as well.

"mmmmmm....." he typed and sent, just before he suddenly stood up and
with "Sugar Baby Love" playing in the background yet, softly gasped
"Fuck!" as a huge glob of cum barrelled out his dick and landed in a long
thick line on his desk, next to his laptop!

Mark lost interest momentarily in the computer, as he grasped his scrotum
with his left hand and gently kneaded his balls, as he continued sliding
his slick right hand up and down his stiff rod, and spasmed every couple
seconds, and ejaculated even more semen onto his desk.

"Fuck!" Mark gasped a minute later, as he slowed his hand down and
released his nut sack, as his orgasm came to an end.  Looking down he
smiled at the copious amount of jism he'd blown all over his desktop.

As Mark gently massaged the last drop or two of cum from his cock, he
glanced at the computer screen.  Chris hadn't written anymore.
Apparently he was having his orgasm too.

Suddenly, as he was looking at the screen, a new message came up from
Chris.

"Guess you're getting off too now!  Damn that felt good! :)) Not as good
as if we were together though! :(" Chris wrote.

Mark smiled and grabbed a Kleenex and wiped his hand and the head of his
cock off, then sat down and typed "Yeah - I just got off too - and you're
right - it was fine - but not like when we were together earlier!"

He grabbed some more Kleenex then and wiped his mess up off the desk,
discarding the slime-coated tissues in the waste basket.  As he pulled
his boxers back up, another message popped up on the screen.

"I know.  We gotta try to get together again for real!" it said.

"Yeah!  I'd like that!" Mark said.

"Listen, I hate to do this, but I g2g now," Chris typed.

"OK - ttyl - maybe we can connect again tomorrow night?" Mark wrote.

":)) 'K - how 'bout we look for each other every night - same time - same
place?" Chris typed.

"Oh Baby!  Sounds fan-fucking-tastic!  :))" Mark wrote.

":)) 'K - g'night, and sleep well!" Chris wrote back.

"I will, you 2, buh bye!" Mark typed.

A moment later Chris's screen name logged off Mark's buddy list.  As
physically happy and relaxed as Mark felt, he suddenly felt lonely again
once Chris was gone.

                     *                    *                    *

Before he shut his laptop down, Mark logged into his e-mail account.  He
smiled when he saw a message from Jon.  It had been a while since he'd
heard from him, as Jon and his family had been on vacation in
Massachusetts and Maine, where they were originally from.

"Must be home again," Mark thought, as he opened the e-mail.

"Whoooshhh!!!!  Hiya Marky!!!" Jon's e-mail began, bringing a smile to
Mark's lips.

He read on then, as Jon told about their vacation and all the fun they'd
had.

"I so wish you'd been with us, or that we'd gotten to visit you!  I asked
Father if it was possible to come to New York, but he said no! :(
Sorry!

Gots to tell you though bout what happened while we were at Quabbin
Resevoir campin out!  WOWSERS!!  U won't believe this!

Us 4 found this island out in the middle of it with a real secluded spot
on top a this hill.  Well.. it was perfect for gettin' frisky with one
nother!  So we did that a coupla times - gots all naked and had a real
orgy!  Once at sunset and then after by moonlight, and once in bright
sun!  You'd of loved it!  It was bodacious bein outside - naked in the
sun like that with Hannie on his knees takin as much o me as he could,
then him givin it back to me, an Lukey and Kenny lyin in the grass nearby
havin a slow sensual 69!  Anyways - the last night we was there, we
paddled out gain for some last sunset fun, and when we gets there, you'll
never guess what!  Whooosshhh! There's already 2 guys out there doin' the
same thing we was goin out to do!!!!!  Oh!  They was awesomely fuckable
too!  Our age pretty much - 1 was blonde.  His name was Simon.  He was
sweet!  The curly dark hair one with this fuckin cute as hell soul patch
(thinks I might try an grown one now too!) and a butt to die for was
Ethan.  He was giving it to Simon missionary style in the grass when we
got there!  Got us all horned up!  Not that we weren't boned already
mind.  Anyway - was they surprised when we stripped starkers and joined
them!!!  You shoulda seen their eyes when Lukey and Kenny laid down next
to them on one side, and me and Han got down on tother and we started
fucking too!  It was so cool!  Lukey was gettin it from Kenny and reached
out and took Simons hand.  Then me an Si grabbed hands too, and it was
awesome when we all cummed together!!!!  I never saw anyone look so
passionate when they cummed as that Simon did!  Musta been one helluva a
orgasm that boy had!  And he sure knows how to use his mouth too!  Found
that out personally after!  ~wiggles eyebrows~  lol  After we was done
and rested a bit, we skinny dipped in the lake, then went back and
switched off an worked on one another a little more too!  I lucked out
and me and Si sucked on each other a little!  His cum tastes so sweet!
~grins~  It was fuckin awesome Mark!  I so wish you was there too!

Shit!  Gots to go!  Fathers yellin its time for me to get to work! ttyl!

Hugs and super sloppy cum kisses!
Jon"

Mark stared at the screen for a moment, a little amazed at the story Jon
had told about the orgy on the island.  Before he could wonder too much
if it was all true or not, he saw there was an attachment to the e-mail.
Quickly, he opened it.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up, as a picture of
a good looking blond boy squatting and sucking on a few inches of Jon's
massive cock opened up.  Standing to the side he saw Jon's brother Luke,
with his nearly-as-large dick sticking out, and a curly dark-haired boy
with a soul patch, also with a good sized boner.  The two of them were
standing watching the blond boy sucking on Jon.

"Damn!  That darker one must be Ethan!  He looks a little like Chris!"
Mark thought.

Mark studied the picture for a moment, smiling to himself as he felt his
cock beginning to stir again.

"Wish Chris and I had been there with them!" he thought to himself.  Then
he smiled, realizing he'd included Chris in his thoughts.

Still smiling, Mark, typed a reply to Jon, telling him how much he wished
he'd been able to be there on the island too, and wishing they'd had time
to stop in Brooklyn for a visit too.  Then he told Jon about how he and
Aaron had found Elijah's trunk, and about how the Granvilles had come to
get it.

He mentioned Chris, but didn't tell about their sexual encounter.  He'd
intended to tell Jon all about it, but just when he was about to, he
suddenly felt like his and Chris's love-making was something that should
remain completely private - that only the two of them should know about
and share.  Smiling as he thought about Chris, he finished the e-mail,
signed it and sent it off.  Then he logged out of his e-mail account.

Still smiling, he played "Sugar Baby Love" softly again.  Before it was
half over, he had a raging hardon again.  As the song continued, he stood
up, pulled the front of his boxers down over his penis and balls and
hooked it behind his scrotum.  Then, thinking about how earlier that day
he'd been sliding his cock in and out of Chris as this same song played,
he began masturbating again.  As the song ended, Mark gasped softly and
closed his eyes, as he again expelled a good amount of love juice across
the top of his desk.

A minute later, Mark's orgasm was over, and so was the song.  Quickly he
cleaned up his mess, and shut down his computer.  He tiptoed over to the
bed, pulled his boxers off, then gently crawled in next to Aaron, so he
didn't wake him up.

Although he didn't wake up, instinctively Aaron realized Mark had gotten
into bed with him, and he rolled over and snuggled up to him, without
waking up.  Mark smiled, realizing the boy must've been having a good
dream, because when he pressed his body up against Mark's, Mark felt his
penis, which was rigid, press firmly up against his hip.  Smiling, Mark
wrapped his arm protectively around the boy and pulled him fully up to
him.  Aaron shifted a bit until he was lying comfortably against Mark,
snuggled under his arm.  Mark smiled to himself then as he felt Aaron
press his cock more firmly against him.  With warmth flooding his heart,
and a pleasant, relieved feeling still tingling in his loins, he relaxed
and allowed himself to drink in the joy of being in love, being sexually
satisified, and having a warm, naked boy he adored, who adored him too,
nestled up against him for a comfortable night's sleep.  Within minutes,
he too was snoring peacefully along with Aaron.

                   *                    *                   *

"So, I don't suppose you wanta try sucking on each other?" Aaron asked,
as he and Stan stood facing one another, each with their hand wrapped
around the other's penis, pulling slowly back and forth on it.

"No!" Stan said in a shocked voice, looking critically at Aaron. "Only
fags do that!"

Not only did Aaron feel greatly embarrassed, but he also felt
disappointed too.  He very much wanted to know what it felt like to be
sucked on!  He was also a little confused.  If Stan was willing to stand
there jacking him off, while he jacked him off, didn't that mean he was
at least a little gay?

Suddenly the bedroom door, which had been ajar, swung open, and Kyle
who'd, unbeknownst to them, been staring through the crack in it, stepped
into the room.

"Only fags do what you're doing to Aaron too faggot!" Kyle said, striding
boldly over to the two of them, and giving Stan a belligerent look.

Aaron's eyes bulged with shock and surprise.  He was shocked that Kyle
was even there.  And, he was surprised at Kyle's uncharacteristically
bold behavior.  Finally, he was also mortified because now Kyle knew he
was gay!

"Move over queer boy!" Kyle said, still looking belligerently at Stan,
who was staring at him with his mouth hanging open in stunned surprise.

Suddenly Aaron felt Stan's hand leave his quickly wilting penis, as the
boy dropped it.  As Stan stepped aside, his nearly soft penis slid from
Aaron's hand as well.

Kyle smiled a warm friendly smile at Aaron then as he stepped in front of
him, and Stan took another step backward.

"I'd love to try sucking with you Aaron!" Kyle said, in a much softer,
more friendly, yet still uncharacteristically confident voice.

Aaron stared in disbelief at Kyle, who stood smiling sweetly at him.
Suddenly he felt Kyle's hand wrap around his penis, and begin squeezing
it, pumping it up again.

Looking left, Aaron realized Stan was gone.  It was as if he'd vanished
into thin air.

"Where'd Stan go?" Aaron asked, as Kyle massaged his quickly re-inflating
dick.

"Does it matter?  I'm here now!" Kyle said, huskily.

As Aaron stared at Kyle, bewildered, Kyle's smile broadened.  A moment
later, Kyle sank into a squat, and let go of Aaron's penis, which was
once again stiff as a board.  Aaron shivered with excitement as he felt
Kyle's hot breath wash over his genitals.  Then, a moment later, he
groaned with amazed joy as for the first time in his life, he felt a hot,
soft, wet mouth slide over his engorged organ, and at the same time, a
warm, soft hand cup his scrotum, as Kyle went down on him and began
sucking up and down on his hard penis, and fondling his balls.

"Oh fuck!" Aaron cried out, tilting his head back passionately, as the
incredible feelings he was having intensified and spread through his
whole lower body.

A moment later, Aaron looked down.  He still couldn't believe he was
finally experiencing a blow job, and even more unbelievably, that it was
Kyle who was giving it to him.  But, there was the top of Kyle's head
moving back and forth in front of his crotch, as his mouth slid up and
down Aaron's stiff rod.

Kyle sucked on Aaron for about a minute, giving him the most intense
feelings of pleasure he'd ever felt before.  Suddenly though, he stopped
and looked up grinning at Aaron.

"Would you fuck me Aar?" he asked, looking hopefully up at him.

Incredulous over Kyle's request, all Aaron could do was stare at him,
wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and nod.

Kyle grinned and stood up and quickly stripped.  It took only a couple
seconds for him to undress.  Almost instantly he was standing nude,
smiling at Aaron, with his boner sticking straight out at him.  Aaron
looked down and gazed curiously at Kyle's organ which was twitching up
and down slightly in a rythmic fashion.  It was a beautiful piece of
manhood, not quite as long as Aaron's.  It was circumsized, and its skin
looked delicate.  I was nestled at the base in a clump of soft, curly
brown pubic hair.  Dangling beneath it was a silky smooth sack with two
nice size eggs suspended in it.  It was the most beautiful set of
genitalia Aaron had ever seen, with the exception maybe of Mark's!  As
much as he wanted to fuck Kyle, he almost wished he could just drop to
his knees and explore his friend's genitals instead!

"I've got lube," Kyle said.

Aaron realized Kyle was suddenly holding a tube of lubricant, from which
he'd squeezed a good amount into the palm of his hand.

"OHHHhh!!!" Aaron gasped, as Kyle's hand wrapped again around his hardon,
and began sliding up and down it, spreading the lubricant thickly on it.

A moment later, Kyle laid down on the bed, on his stomach.  He spread his
legs a little and reached for his gorgeous bubble butt, which he'd pushed
a little up in the air.  Aaron thought he was going to shoot his load as
he watched Kyle spread his own ass cheeks, exposing his pink, tightly
puckered rosebud, and then rub some of the lube on it.  When he was just
about finished, Kyle suddenly pressed against his anus with two fingers,
and Aaron saw them slide effortlessly up inside him.

"Must use a dildo if he's able to do that without a problem," Aaron
thought, smiling to himself.

"Climb on," Kyle said, smiling invitingly back at Aaron.

Grinning with anticipation, as Kyle arched his body up into the air a
little more and held his ass cheeks apart for him, Aaron climbed onto the
bed and got inbetween Kyle's knees.  Quickly he moved into place and
directed the head of his penis at Kyle's pulsating hole.

"Just stuff it on in there," Kyle said.  "It shouldn't hurt, I use
dildoes all the time!"

Grinning, Aaron pressed forward, and finally felt the sensual feeling of
sliding his manhood into another person's body!

"Mmmmmm...." he moaned softly, as he buried his cock deep inside Kyle.
"Feels so good!"

"Yeah!  It feels good having you in there too!" Kyle purred, smiling and
looking back at him.  "Go ahead and start fucking me!"

"OK," Aaron grinned, and he began pulling back out of Kyle's ass.  When
he got almost all the way out, he stopped, then began sliding back deep
into his friend's rectum.

Both boys moaned happily as Aaron came to a rest again, buried to the
hilt inside Kyle.

"Go faster now, and harder!" Kyle said seriously, in a somewhat anxious
tone.

Smiling, Aaron began properly fucking Kyle, who began moaning lowly.

As he fucked his friend, Aaron couldn't believe what he was doing.  He
was actually fucking someone!  It was what he'd always wanted to do!  And
it felt awesome!

At the same time, he couldn't help wondering where Stan had gone!  He
hoped and prayed that the little bastard wasn't downstairs ratting them
out to his parents!

Aaron didn't have time to think about Stan though.  What was happening
between him and Kyle was causing him so much excitement, that already he
felt his orgasm forming!

A moment later, as he was thinking of nothing but the joyous feelings he
was experiencing, he felt his semen starting to move into the base of his
urethra back near his balls.  He started humping Kyle's ass even harder.

"I'm gonna cum!" he gasped.

"Cool!" a deeper voice than Kyle's said, surprising Aaron.  He didn't
have time to wonder if Kyle's voice was changing, because his orgasm was
suddenly upon him.

"Awwwwwww!!!!" Aaron gasped, as he felt cum rocket through his dick.

Just then Kyle looked back and grinned at him.  Only, it wasn't Kyle
afterall!  It was Mark!!!  Aaron was fucking Mark up the ass - not Kyle!

"What the - ooohhhh!!" Aaron groaned, as he came again.

Suddenly, Aaron was jolted from his reverie and his eyes flew open wide.
As his hips humped up and down, and he felt another spasm of pleasure
building up, he realized, he'd been asleep, and was cuddled up in Mark's
arms in their bed.  It was dark, and -

"Awwwww!!!" he cried softly in a hushed whisper, as he ejaculated
joyously again.

Horrified, Aaron suddenly realized he was in bed with Mark, who was
snoring, and who had his arms wrapped snuggly around him, and he was
humping Mark's leg, and he was cumming all over him!

"mmmmm..." he moaned softly, unable to stop himself from joyously
ejaculating another glob of semen.

"Shit!" Aaron thought as his spasm ended.  He was horrified as the full
realization hit him that he'd been humping his step-brother in his sleep,
and was now in the middle of a wet dream, and was blowing cum all over
Mark!  Immediately he stopped humping Mark.

"unnnhhh..." Aaron grunted, as he couldn't stop his orgasm though, and he
shot still more cum from his cock.  He thanked God that Mark appeared to
still be asleep, and that his orgasm seemed to be waning.

Mortified, Aaron prayed his orgasm would end soon, BEFORE Mark woke up!

A second later, he had one more weak spasm of pleasure, oozing a little
more semen.

"Shit!" Aaron thought.  "Now what do I do?"

He tried for a moment to figure out how to clean up his mess without Mark
finding out.  But Mark had a good grip on him.  Thankfully, he was still
asleep!  Aaron wished he could just wipe up his jizz, so he could go to
sleep too.  He was really tired himself.

Aaron shuddered slightly, as a residual spasm wracked through him, and a
final bit of jism leaked from his penis, and dripped onto Mark's thigh.

As Aaron worried and tried to think of a way to extricate himself from
Mark's hold, without waking him, Mark slept on peacefully.  Aaron tried
to move his hand down between them, hoping to at least wipe it up with
his hand, but Mark had too strong a hold on him, and he couldn't!

Soon, Aaron was too tired to think about it anymore, and before he could
come up with a way to fix things, he too had drifted off to sleep.  His
forgotten semen lay in streaks on Mark's inner thigh, and a little bit of
it was stuck in the hair of his scrotum as well.

                   *                   *                  *

When Mark woke up, Aaron was lying next to him, on his back, his mouth
open, snoring loudly.  He smiled as he rolled over onto his side to watch
him.  As he did, Mark felt an itch on his thigh and reached down and
scratched it.  As he did, he realized his hair was stuck to his thigh.
Curious, Mark pushed the covers off himself and looked down at his thigh.

"Son of a bitch!" he muttered, seeing what he recognized as dried cum
stuck to his inner thigh, right where his dick was lying.  "How'd I sleep
through a wet dream?"

Then he thought, "How the hell did I even have a wet dream after all that
jacking off last night???"

Suddenly his eyebrows shot open, and he cringed slightly.

"Ew!" he muttered, as he looked over at Aaron, who was snoring on.  He
lifted the covers a little then and looked down.  Sure enough, the boy
was completely naked too, just like him.

He smiled though as he noticed Aaron's dick was hard as a rock, just like
his was!

"I thought he jacked off enough not to have wet dreams anymore too
though!" he thought then, returning to wondering about the dried cum on
his thigh.

A moment later as he looked at the amount of dried jizz on his leg, Mark
smiled again and thought, "Well, if it was him, he must be full of jizz
all the time too, just like me!"

As he lay quietly, still waking up, Mark puzzled for another minute or
two over whether the dried cum on his leg was his own.

"What the fuck does it matter?" he thought finally.  "I just want it off
me!"

With a resigned look on his face, Mark got up then, slowly, so he didn't
wake Aaron up, and pulled his jeans on, then headed downstairs.

A couple minutes later, Mark was naked again, standing in the shower,
with hot water streaming over his body.  He took down the hand-held
showerhead and directed the spray at his crotch.  The pulsing drops of
water felt good as they hit his balls, and his penis, which had
diminished in hardness and size, suddenly re-inflated into a full
erection.

Feeling the water hitting him, reminded him that he hadn't peed.  Of
course at that point, with all the water running all over him, Mark
instantly felt the strong need to urinate.

"Fuck!" he muttered.

He turned the showerhead so it faced away from him, then he faced the
wall and relaxed his urinary sphincter.  Instantly a strong, thick stream
of dark yellow urine shot out of his stiff penis, and hit the wall, and
began running down it.  Mark smiled as he began to feel relief as his
bladder emptied.  Suddenly the strong scent of his piss permeated his
nostrils though, and he crinkled his nose and directed the water spraying
out of the showerhead at the wall where his piss was hitting it, so as to
dilute it and wash it away and down the drain.

When he'd finished peeing, Mark directed the spray onto his thighs, and
instantly, bits of Aaron's crusty cum began to break free of his skin and
hair, and wash down the drain too.  Mark rubbed his thighs a little with
his free hand, removing the last bits of it.  When he was finished, he
spread his legs apart and held the showerhead underneath his crotch,
pointing straight up, so the spray was hitting his scrotum directly.
Instantly, a thrill shot from his testicles, throughout his body,
bringing a smile to his lips.

Mark stood for a minute letting the thrill course through his body.
After a while though, he decided to move the sprayer so that it was
pointing at the underside of his erect penis.  That felt even better,
especially when he began moving the showerhead back and forth a little,
causing a mastubatory feeling.  Smiling to himself, Mark continued moving
the showerhead back and forth slightly, under his penis.

After about a minute had gone by, it was still feeling great, in fact, it
felt better than when he'd started, and Mark wondered, as he often had,
but had never been able to try, if he kept at it, if possibly it would
cause him to get off!  It was a thought that had occurred to Mark several
times before, but usually, he couldn't take the slow buildup of arousal,
and ended up abandoning the showerhead for a soapy hand.

"Only one way to find out!" he thought, smiling with determination,
having decided to try and hold out and not use his hand!

Before he started, Mark bent forward, squatted a little, and reached back
with his left hand and spread his ass cheeks.  Then he pushed the
showerhead back further, until he suddenly felt the strong spray
pulsating against his asshole!  It felt great!  Mark had always loved the
feeling of anyone or anything playing with his hole, and the shower's
spray was adjusted just right, so that there was enough pressure to cause
him pleasure, but not enough to give him an instant enema!

One time Mark had accidentally sprayed the water from the showerhead too
strongly against his hole and a stream of water had forced its way
through his sphincter.  By the time Mark realized what was going on, his
rectum was full of hot water.  Luckily he'd made it to the toilet to
empty himself though.  Since then, Mark always squeezed his sphincter
tightly before spraying his hole with water.  Then, with the water
hitting his pucker, he would slowly relax, testing that the water
pressure wasn't so great that he'd administer another accidental colonic
to himself.

This particular time, the water pressure was just right to cause him
pleasure, without invading him.  He smiled and let the water flow,
spraying his rosebud, and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his
body.

Eventually, Mark realized that as pleasureful as the feeling of the water
hitting his asshole was, his penis had begun to soften, so, he slowly
directed the spray back over his balls, sending a thrill through his
lower abdomen, to the underside of his penis again.  As soon as the spray
hit the part of his penis just behind the head, but in front of the
ringmeat, Mark's erection swiftly restored itself.  He began moving the
showerhead back and forth again then, in a masturbatory fashion.  After a
few seconds, he ran it a little further back, so it washed over his balls
again as well, and he found he liked that even better when it hit both
his dick and his balls.

Mark continued moving the spray back and forth across the underside of
his genitals then for a minute or so.  As he did, his sense of arousal
increased.  It didn't increase fast enough to suit Mark though, and soon
he found himself impatient for his orgasm to begin.

"Fuck!" he grumbled after a while, and he hung the showerhead up.

Quickly he grabbed his step-mother's bottle of hair conditioner, and
poured some into his hand.  He closed the cap and set the bottle down
again on the tub's ledge, then wrapped his hand, that was filled with
conditioner, around his erection and began spreading the slippery liquid
over his cock.  A smile appeared on his face as he deftly began sliding
his hand up and down his penis, and gripped his scrotum, which was also
slippery with conditioner that had run down the back end of his penis
onto it, with his other hand and began sliding his balls around gently.

Almost instantly, Mark felt his orgasm beginning to form.  As he pumped
his cock, he let go of his balls and ran his left hand between his
thighs.  Squatting, he slid his conditioner-slick hand between his ass
cheeks, and began fingering his anus.

Mark's orgasm built swiftly then, as he slammed his hand up and down his
dick, and fingered his hole.  Within a few seconds, he was unconsciously
moving his hips back and forth slightly as well.

For a few more seconds, as Mark worked on his penis and asshole, his
feeling of pleasure built more and more.  Just as he was almost at the
brink of his climax, pre-cum began drooling from his urethra, as if it
was pee.  A moment later, Mark tensed up, then a violent spasm of joy
shook his body, as he released a gutteral groan and fired a huge glob of
semen through his cock, blowing it forcefully against the shower
curtain.

"Fuck!" he gasped, awed by the intensity of the pleasure he was feeling.

"MMmmm....." he moaned immediately afterward, as he felt his sphincter
contract, then relax under his fingertip, and he convulsed with pleasure
again, and added more semen to the shower curtain.

"Awwwww...." he groaned, a second after that, cumming again, and blowing
more jism on the curtain.

Mark continued pumping his cock, and fingering his asshole, as his orgasm
continued and he spasmed a couple more times.

Finally, as he felt his orgasm fade, Mark pulled his hand from between
his legs, and slowed his right hand down, so that he was still slowly
massaging his meat a little, pulling the dregs of his cum from his
urethra.

"Umnmnnn..." he moaned a moment later, as he shuddered from head to toe,
and a last large drop of semen oozed from his urethra as he pulled on his
cock.

"Phheewwww!" he whistled softly, smiling to himself, as he let go of his
penis and reached for the showerhead again.

Mark grinned as he looked at the mess he'd made of the shower curtain.
He couldn't believe his body could produce so much cum from one orgasm!
Still smiling, he directed the water at the shower curtain, and watched
then as it washed away all evidence of his pleasureful experience.

                     *                  *                     *

Once his cum was washed down the drain, Mark replaced the showerhead and
quickly washed himself all over.  He used some of his step-mother's hair
conditioner then on his hair as well.  After waiting a few minutes for
his hair to drink it in, he finally rinsed off one last time, then turned
the water off.  As he stepped out of the shower, he heard Gran and
Phyllis in the kitchen talking.

Gran was saying, "... such long showers?"

Phyllis replied, "Well, Steve says it's a good sign!  He says that when a
teenage boy takes a long shower, it's a good thing - it means he's not
having sex with anyone!"

There was silence a moment, then Gran said in a suddenly understanding
voice, "OHHHhhh!"

Mark felt both annoyed, and embarrassed, especially when both of them
began chuckling.

"What's so funny?" he heard his father's voice ask, as he reached for
Q-tips to clean his ears with.

"Oh nothing!" Phyllis said.  "How about we take our coffee out to the
patio this morning?"

"Excellent idea!" his father replied.

"Well, here's your's, all poured.  Let's go," Phyllis said.

As Mark combed his hair, he heard footsteps and the kitchen storm door
open and close, then all was quiet.  He decided not to bother drying his
hair, as the hot air was bad for it, and quickly pulled on his jeans
again.

Mark was shocked, but thankful he'd thought to put his jeans back on,
when he opened the door and saw Gran sitting at the table with a cup of
coffee, reading the paper.  He'd assumed she'd gone out to the patio with
his father and Phyllis.

"Good morning Mark!"  Gran said, smiling pleasantly at him.

"Hi Gran!" Mark said.  He blushed a little as she continued looking at
him, smiling.

"Go get dressed and wake Aaron up.  I'll make breakfast shortly," Gran
said.

"OK," Mark said.

He strode quickly over to the stairs and ran up them.

After he was gone, Gran closed her eyes, and smiled slightly.  Suddenly,
an annoyed look appeared on her face for a moment, then she sighed
resignedly and smiled again, although it was a sad smile, as in her
mind's eye she reflected on the image of her step-grandson, naked from
the waist up.  As she thought about what her daughter had indicated she
thought he'd been doing in the shower, the look on her face changed to
embarrassment.  As she thought more though, her mind wandered and she
suddenly imagined how Mark must've looked standing in the shower, at the
height of his pleasure.  Again, she looked both mortified, and annoyed.

"Damn!" she muttered, as she realized the crotch of her panties were wet
again.  A moment later, she sighed again and got up and headed to her
bedroom to put on a clean pair.

                     *                  *                  *

Aaron frantically yanked the bed covers up over himself as Mark, who'd
padded quietly on bare feet up the stairs, suddenly stepped into their
bedroom.

Mark chuckled when he saw Aaron ripping the covers up over himself, which
caused Aaron's face to redden.

"Jackin' off huh?" Mark asked, grinning.

Aaron's face grew even redder.

"Let me just throw on some boxers and grab a shirt, and I'll get out of
your hair.  Then you can finish up!" Mark said, smiling benevolently at
him, before he could say anything.

Quickly Mark stripped his jeans off.  Aaron's dick, which he was still
holding with a lubed hand, flexed as he watched Mark step over to his
dresser, with his dick, which seemed a little larger than usual, flopping
around in front of him.  Aaron's dick flexed again as he gazed at Mark's
ass, as Mark turned away and faced the dresser and pulled out a clean
pair of boxers.  When he bent over to pull them on, Aaron caught a
glimpse of Mark's dark pink rosebud as well!  This caused not only his
dick to flex, but his heart to race!

Mark reached into another drawer and grabbed a tank top, then shut the
drawer and turned around.  As he raised his arms to pull the shirt on
over his head, Aaron got a good look at his armpits.  He loved how hairy
they were, and wished that someday his would look the same.

"I'm going downstairs.  Enjoy yourself!" Mark said.  He winked at Aaron
and smiled, causing Aaron, whose face had lost some of its color, to
blush deeply again.

"Gran said she's gonna make breakfast soon, so don't take all day!" Mark
called back over his shoulder as he started back down the stairs.

                     *                  *                    *

As soon as Mark's head disappeared from view, Aaron threw back the bed
covers, exposing his naked body again.  His penis which he was still
holding, was still stiff as a board.

As the color began to drain back out of his face, Aaron's hand began
moving up and down his organ again.  As he felt the pleasure spreading
through him again, Aaron closed his eyes, and his nostrils flared
slightly.

Before Mark walked in, Aaron had been imagining himself and Kyle having
sex, like they were in his dream.  But having just seen Mark's nude body,
Kyle was instantly replaced by Mark in Aaron's fantasy.

As Aaron's hand slid up and down his stiff cock, he pulled his legs up to
his sides a little and reached past his balls and down through his legs,
then slid the middle finger of his left hand between his ass cheeks, and
began massaging his lotioned hole again as well.  A moment later, his
nostrils flared larger, as his pleasureful feelings returned to their
full intensity.

As Aaron imagined Mark sucking on his cock, and fingering his hole, he
sped up masturbating and fingering himself.  Within a minute, Aaron felt
his orgasm building up.  His hips began to move up and down off the bed a
little, causing a slight squeaking sound from the box spring.

A few seconds later, Aaron's body tensed up, as his climax approached its
apogee.  He hastened his hands' actions.

"OHhhh!!" he gasped a couple seconds later as he exploded in orgasm, and
blasted a load of semen from his cock, which as it landed on him,
streaked his chest and belly with long thin clearish/white stripe.

"Fuck!" Aaron gasped a moment later, as he blew another glob of cum, and
shuddered with joy.

"Mmmmmm...." he moaned happily, blowing more jism onto his lower abdomen
a second after that.

Aaron spasmed a couple more times, oozing still more sperm, until the
last bit of it dribbled down over his thumb and puddled in his pubic
bush.

"Damn!" he said, smiling, when his orgasm had ended.

As he released his penis, he looked at the line of cum on his thumb.
Smiling, when he saw that it wasn't mixed with any of the lotion he'd
used for lubricant, he held his thumb up to his mouth and licked it off.
Instantly, he tasted the now familiar tanginess of his own love fluid.

Aaron rested a minute, then grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned up his
mess.  After that, he got up, dressed, and ran downstairs for breakfast.

                  *                     *                        *

"Do I have time for a quick shower?" Aaron asked, as he bounced into the
kitchen.

"Certainly Dear.  Take your time," Gran said, turning from the stove,
where she was frying some bacon, and smiling at him.

Mark who was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the sports
section of the paper, grinned to himself.

"Cool!" Aaron said.  Quickly he strode into the bathroom, and closed the
door behind him.

Moments later, Aaron was naked, and standing in the bathtub, soaping his
body up.  Since he'd just gotten off a couple minutes earlier, and he was
hungry as well, Aaron didn't waste time in the shower.  In fact, it only
took him about 2 minutes to wash and rinse off.  It took another 2
minutes to dry off, and dress, and comb his hair.  Within less than 5
minutes from when he entered the bathroom, he had finished up and
re-joined Gran and Mark in the kitchen again.  Steve and Phyllis, having
caught a whiff of bacon through the open window were just walking in the
back door, as Aaron sat down at the table and started to pour himself
some orange juice.

"OH Good!  Shower's free!  I'm gonna grab a quick one!" Steve said.  He
gave Phyllis a peck on the cheek, and scooted into the bathroom, shutting
the door behind him.

"What's wrong Mom?" Phyllis asked.

Mark looked up and saw that Gran was staring with a very concerned look
on her face at Aaron, who was oblivious to everyone, as he quickly
grabbed a napkin and began sopping up a bit of orange juice he'd
accidentally dribbled on the table.

"Well...," Gran said, blushing, but still looking concerned. She motioned
Phyllis over and whispered loud enough that Mark caught what she said,
"Aaron usually takes a long time in the shower, only this time, he only
took a couple minutes."

Mark, nearly burst out laughing!  Valiantly though, he fought back the
urge.  He couldn't help himself though from commenting.

Without looking up or cracking a smile, he said in a dry tone, "The
shower isn't the only place a guy who isn't 'getting any' takes care of
himself you know!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Mark saw Aaron, who's face had reddened
when he too had heard Gran's whisper, turn absolutely scarlet.  When Mark
saw how mortified he looked, he felt bad for him.

At the stove, both women paused and slowly looked toward Mark.  Mark was
happy to see that they too both looked red-faced.

Dully, he added, "Maybe when we look for a bigger house, we should look
for one with a thicker bathroom door."

Phyllis's eyebrows shot up, and Gran looked more embarrassed.  Finally,
Mark couldn't help smirking.

Then, still smiling, as an afterthought he added, "And for the record,
even if a guy is getting sex regularly, it still might not be enough.  He
still might enjoy a little fun in the shower... or elsewhere!"

Aaron looked like he wanted to slide under the table.  He couldn't
believe Mark was talking about jerking off like that with his mother and
grandmother.

Phyllis and Gran just stared with big eyes at Mark, who smiling, returned
to the article he was reading.  As he did, he picked up his cup off
coffee to take a sip.

"Well!" Gran said.  She paused a moment, then looked at Phyllis and said,
"I suppose that might explain why your husband is taking so long in the
shower!"

Mark who'd just taken a sip of coffee, sprayed it all over the paper in
front of him, as he looked up in disbelief.

"MOTHER!" Phyllis cried, horrified.  "I'M CERTAIN THAT IS NOT WHAT HE'S
DOING IN THERE!"

Aaron's head swiveled and he looked at Mark, gawking in disbelief, as
Mark stared at Phyllis who, scarlet-faced, was glaring at her mother.

"Well... I didn't mean anything by it," Gran said, looking even more
embarrassed.

Just then, smoke began to rise from the stove behind Gran.

"GRAN!  THE BACON!" Aaron cried, suddenly alarmed.

"OH MY!" Gran cried, turning back to the stove as the smoke alarm began
to wail.

As Mark got up to move a chair to the hallway to stand on and and pull
the battery out of it, Steve burst from the bathroom, dripping, holding a
towel around his middle.  There was a definite bulge in the crotch area.

"Is there a fire?" Steve cried.

"No!" Phyllis said.  "Just - "

She stopped short as she noticed the front of Steve's towel, and a hurt
expression crept over her.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, as Mark finally extracted the battery from
the smoke alarm.

Mark and Aaron looked at their parents, both realizing what Phyllis was
thinking.  Gran was too busy salvaging what she could of the overcooked
bacon to notice though.

"We need to talk!" Phyllis said, sounding distressed.  "Privately!  Let's
go in the bathroom!"

Although he looked worried, Steve looked over at the boys and grinned and
winked, and his eyes appeared to light up.  Mark knew he was thinking of
making a lewd comment.  But, seeing that his wife was really upset, he
contained himself and stepped back into the bathroom, followed by Phyllis
who closed the door.

"Honestly Steven!" They all heard Phyllis reprimanding him through the
door.  "There's NO need for you to have to do what you were doing in
here!  I'm perfectly capable of taking care of you!  Especially since
we're still supposed to be honeymooners yet!"

"WHAT?" Steve asked, in a bewildered, and somewhat embarrassed tone.

As Mark began laughing, and Aaron's eyes grew larger than anyone had ever
seen them, Gran shrieked with alarm!  "PHYLLIS!  We can hear you!"

"GOD DAMMIT!!!" Phyllis cried.  A second later she called out in an
exasperated voice, "Will SOMEONE Please turn the radio on out there!"

Gran looked at the boys with a scandalized expression.  Mark laughed even
louder, and Aaron looked completely shocked.

"THE RADIO PLEASE!" Phyllis called loudly, a moment later in a voice that
was beginning to sound like Miss. Piggy of the Muppets when she was
annoyed.

Mark's laughter grew into a guffaw, but he got up and stepped over to a
shelf on the wall that held a radio.

"Glad to oblige 'Mom'!" he called.  "Go for it Dad!"

Aaron's head spun and he stared at Mark horrified.

"Wh-what do you think they're doing in there?" he asked, wide-eyed, as
Mark turned on the radio and tuned it to an oldies station, then turned
up the volume!

Mark grinned and waggled his eyebrows and said loudly over the music,
"what do you think?"

A moment later as he stood grinning at Aaron yet, he broke into
uproarious laughter as he realized the song that was playing was The
Who's "Mama's Got A Squeeze Box"!

As the chorus "he goes in and out and in and out..." began, Mark nearly
began convulsing, he was laughing so hard.  Gran and Aaron stared at him
horror-struck, which only made him laugh harder.

"Mark!" Gran cried, horrified a minute later.  "Please!  Not in front of
Aaron!"

Mark thought he was going to wet his pants he was laughing so hard then.

Poor Aaron looked like he was going to have an apoplectic fit.

The two of them stared at Mark, as he laughed on uncontrollably.

After a minute or so, the song ended, and something else came on.  Mark
finally was able to get control of himself then.

Still chuckling, he looked at Gran who was giving him a severely
admonishing look, and Aaron who looked mortified over all the sexual talk
and inuendo going on in front of his grandmother.  Aaron also looked
embarrassed that he was the subject of some of talk, and on top of that
he was horrified to think that his mother might really be having sex
right behind the closed bathroom door, and worse still he knew that's
what they were all thinking!

"Oh come on!  So what if they are doing it?  They're married!  It's
allowed! And for the record Gran, Aaron knows all about sex!" Mark said,
smiling benevolently at her.

At the mention of his own sexual awareness, Aaron looked mortified again,
and again turned bright red.

"Relax Aar!" Mark said, seeing how upset the boy was.  "You're a big boy
now!  You have all a man's body parts, they're all in working order, and
for the most part, you know what to do with them!  That's the way it's
supposed to be!"

Aaron looked ready to sink through the linoleum floor, as he stared at
Mark in disbelief.  Gran's eyes were large as well.

Seeing how embarrassed Aaron was, Mark winked at Gran and tilted his head
and nodded toward Aaron.

Gran looked at him bewildered, but glanced at her grandson.  Then,
suddenly she shook her head as if clearing some cobwebs from her brain.
She looked at Aaron and said, "I guess I've forgotten how grown up you
are now Aaron.  Mark's right, you're quickly becoming a man now!  I'm
sorry for treating you as if you were still a boy."

Aaron looked a little relieved, but still very embarrassed.

"It's OK Gran, but thanks!" he nearly whispered in a raspy voice, looking
down at his orange juice.  He was still unable to look at her.

Mark smiled and reached over and tossled his still damp hair.

"Relax man!  You're no different than any other guy!" he said.

Aaron looked up at him and smiled slightly.

Just then, the bathroom door burst open.  First Phyllis emerged, her
clothes somewhat desheveled, and her hair all wet, as if she'd showered,
toweled it off, and just run a comb through it.  She looked embarrassed,
but couldn't hide a smile as well.  Also red-faced, but smiling too, and
minus the lump in his crotch, Steve appeared behind her.

"Um... You can turn the radio off now!" he said, looking at Mark and
blushing, as he tried in vain, to hide his smile.

Mark started chuckling and grinned at the two of them as he stepped over
to the radio and turned it off.

"And the honeymoon continues!" he chortled.

Behind him, Mark heard Gran gasp slightly.  When he turned around,
Phyllis's face was darker red than it had been.  She still had a slight
smile on her lips though.

Steve cleared his throat and said, "well... um... " and he looked at Mark
and said, "Um... I guess you're the reason for... well...  Hell - I guess
I should just say thanks for whatever it was you said!"

Mark's face broke into a huge grin, and his eyes twinkled as he looked at
his father, who couldn't help grinning back at him.

"Gotta say, your choice of songs was ... appropriate ... I guess!" Steve
said, still grinning and blushing a little.

As Gran and Phyllis both looked scandalized again, and Aaron gulped and
his eyes flew wide open again, Mark burst into uproarious laughter,
doubling over he was laughing so hard.  As he tried to straighten up, he
stepped sideways and stepped on the edge of one of Aaron's sneakers that
was laying by the doorway, and lost his balance.  He was laughing too
hard to catch himself, and collapsed on the floor howling with laughter.
As he thought about what his father's reaction must've been in the
bathroom when he heard "Squeeze Box" Mark laughed so hard his guts hurt.
Worse - he lost some of his muscular control, and suddenly felt warm
wetness spreading across his crotch and ass as his urinary sphincter let
go and released a stream of urine.

Distraught, poor Mark fought to regain control of his bladder, as he
continued roaring with laughter.  After a moment he managed to stop
peeing, but by the time he was able to stop laughing enough to get up off
the floor, it was too late.  He had a large wet spot in the front of his
jeans, which stretched from the front of his pants down through his
crotch, and around to the lower portion of his ass.

"Son of a bitch!" he spluttered, still laughing.  "I just pissed myself!"

As all of them stared increduloulsy at Mark's wet pants, Aaron and Steve
both broke out roaring themselves and nearly collapsed as well.  This of
course sent poor Mark into more fits of laughter.  He managed not to wet
himself any further though.  The mens' laughter grew contagious, and soon
Phyllis and even Gran were laughing along with them as well.

Eventually, their laughter died down and they all regained their
composure.

"Damn!" Mark said, finally. "I need another shower now!"

Everyone chuckled some more when he got up and headed for the bathroom
again, walking as if he'd just gotten off a horse after hours of riding.

"Don't wait breakfast for me - go ahead and eat!" Mark said.

"Oh?" Gran asked, feigning innocence as she looked at Mark.  "Taking
another LONG shower dear?"

Everyone laughed again, as Mark stuck out his tongue at her, but then
grinned and winked at her.

"Take your time Mark.  I'm going to have to make fresh bacon, this batch
has bought the farm I think!" Gran said, shaking her head in disgust.

Everyone chuckled, and Mark stepped into the bathroom and stripped down
and got back in the shower.

"Crap!" he said to himself.

"AARON!" he hollered.

"What?" Aaron called back.

"Could you run up to our room and get me my other pair of jeans and a
clean pair of boxers please?" he asked.

Chuckling, Aaron said, "sure, no problem."

"Thanks bro!" Mark called, as he smiled and stepped into the shower.

Grinning at being called 'Bro', Aaron hustled upstairs to get Mark's
clothes.

                  *                  *                  *

A short time later, Gran had a fresh batch of bacon fried, some eggs
scrambled, and toast made, and everyone was at the table eating.

"So what're everyone's plans today?" Gran asked.

"Well, I thought we would all going house hunting!" Phyllis said.
"Unless anyone else has anything they have to do though.  Is everyone
free?"

"Can we look for a house near where Kyle lives?" Aaron asked, not waiting
for anyone to answer Phyllis.

"I don't know," Phyllis said.  "Maybe Dear."

"Actually, that's a rather nice neighborhood," Gran said.  "My friend
Gladys lives over there.  Anyway, the reason I asked was I wondered what
to do about meals later."

"I thought we could pick up some steaks and I'd grill for us," Steve
said.

"So can we look near Kyle's house then?" Aaron persisted.

"Grilled steaks sound good!" Mark said.  "We can toast marshmallows later
maybe."

"We'll see dear... I suppose we can drive over and look around over
there," Phyllis said.

"It's a beautiful day for cooking out," Gran said.  "Would you want me to
make baked potatoes?"

"YAY!" Aaron cried, beaming at his mother.

"Sounds good.  Maybe we can have some corn on the cob too," Steve said.

"And I have pickled beets in the refrigerator," Gran added.

"I think there's some shrimp in the freezer," Phyllis said.  "Let's thaw
that and have it for an appetizer!"

"Can we stop and see Kyle?" Aaron asked.

"We'll be too busy house hunting for that Dear," Phyllis said.

"Unless you want us to drop you off at his house," Steve said.

"You'll miss seeing the houses we look at though," Mark said.  "When are
we going anyway?"

"I don't know," Phyllis said.  "I suppose as soon as we finish eating and
have picked things up!"

"Oh you go on after you eat, and I'll pick up," Gran said.

There was a sudden silence for a minute as everyone looked at Gran,
surprised.

"Excuse me Mother?" Phyllis said, looking carefully at her.

"You don't need to waste your time picking up.  I'll pick up after you're
gone," Gran said.

"What do you mean 'after you're gone'?" Phyllis said.  "You're coming
with us!"

"Oh dear," Gran said.  She looked a little nervously at her daughter and
said, "I've been doing some thinking over the last few days, and I think
maybe it would be better if the four of you found a home for yourselves,
and I stay here at my own house."

"WHAT?" Aaron cried.

"Excuse me?" Phyllis said, raising her eyes and looking at her mother in
surprise.

Steve and Mark looked at Gran surprised too.

"Well, it's just I've been thinking that the four of you are a family
now, and you don't need an old lady tagging along with you!" Gran said.

"NO!" Aaron cried.

"Mother!" Phyllis said.  "What are you talking about?"

"Mom!" Steve said, laying a hand on his mother-in-law's arm.  "The FIVE
of us are a family now!  You're just as much a part of our family as
everyone else!  You're right though!  We don't want you 'tagging along'!"

"STEVEN!?!?!" Phyllis cried, alarmed, interrupting him.

Aaron's eyes widened and he looked as if someone had kicked him in the
balls.

Steve grinned and said, "LET ME FINISH!"

He smiled at Gran and said, "As I was saying, we don't want you just
'tagging along' - we want you right there in the midst of our group with
us!"

Phyllis relaxed and smiled broadly, and so did Aaron.

"Oh Steven!" Gran said, smiling, her eyes glistening.  "That's so nice of
you to say.  But I'm sure you'd prefer to have just your wife and
children with you."

"That's NOT true!" Steve said.  "I very much want you with us too!"

"You've GOT to come with us Gran!" Aaron pleaded.

"Oh Aaron," Gran said, smiling sadly.  "I don't want to intrude on your
new family."

"Maybe I shouldn't come either then!" Mark said.  "I mean... I really
belong with my mother in California!"

"WHAT?" Steve cried.

"NO!" Aaron cried, at the same time, looking as if the floor had
disappeared from under him.

"Well..." Mark said, as everyone looked at him.  "I was the last person
to move in with you all.  And I'm really only here temporarily... Maybe
when you move into your new house, I should go back to California.  I
could stay with my friend Jon til Mom gets back from the war!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Steve said forcefully.  "NOW ALL OF YOU LISTEN UP!"

Everyone turned and looked at Steve.  He appeared highly agitated.

"Everyone sitting at this table is a part of this family!  And NOBODY
stays behind, or moves away, or leaves the family!  At least not until
Mark and Aaron are old enough to and WANT to go off on their own!" Steve
said.  "In a little while, we're going looking for a new house for ALL OF
US!  And that's FINAL!  I DON'T want to hear another word from ANY of you
about NOT COMING!"

There was silence as everyone stared at Steve.

"Well!" Gran said, finally.  "If you're going to get angry about it..."

Steve blew out his breath, and smiled a little.  Gently he looked at his
mother-in-law and said, "I'm not angry Mom.  I'm just scared.  Scared
that this wonderful family I'm part of is starting to suddenly unravel!
Listen... You are the matriarch of our clan!  You can't ever consider not
living with us!  We ALL want you to move with us to our new house!"

"And as for you!" Steve said, turning and leveling his gaze at Mark.
"You don't get a choice!  I'm your father!  Your mother's in Iraq!  So
I'm in charge!  You're stuck with me whether you like it or not!"

"You're stuck with 'us'!" Phyllis said, smiling slightly at Mark.  "I
know you love your mother, and I don't want you to think I'm trying to
take her place, but Mark, I do care about you, and I want you to know,
I'm here for you if you ever need a temporary mom!"

"Does anyone care what I think?" Aaron asked in the momentary silence
that followed.

Everyone looked at Aaron.  He looked distraught yet, and his eyes were
glistening as if they were filled with tears.

"Of course we do dear," Phyllis said.

"Well, if Gran's not coming with us, then I don't want to move!  And I
don't want Mark to go away either!  All my life I never had a father, or
a brother!  And now I finally get them, and think I finally have a real
family, and all of a sudden, just because we're talking about getting a
new house, everyone's talking about dumping us!  It's not fair!" he
cried, looking as if he was about to burst into tears.

Everyone looked at Aaron, as he sat blinking back his tears.

"Nobody's dumping anyone Aaron!" Steve said.  "We are a family, and we're
staying a family!"

"That's right!" Phyllis said.  "Tell him mother!"

"Oh dear," Gran sighed, looking at Phyllis.  "Are you sure you wouldn't
rather be off on your own sweetheart?"

"NO!" both Phyllis and Steve cried emphatically.  They glanced at each
other and smiled.

"We're ALL a family together now!" Phyllis said.  "Just like Steve said.
And nobody's leaving!"

"Exactly!" Steve said.

"Well then..." Gran said.  "I guess if it's what you really want..."

"IT IS!" Aaron cried.

Gran smiled at her grandson and said, "OK dear.  I guess I'll be moving
with you after all then!"

Aaron beamed, but still looked worried as he turned to Mark.

"Please say you're coming too!" he said.

"I told you Aaron," Steve said.  "He has to!"

"But... I want him to say it," Aaron said, searching Mark's face for
confirmation of what Steve had said.

Mark smiled at him and said, "Well... if Gran's going, I guess I am
too... someone's gotta eat all her good cooking besides you guys!"

Aaron heaved a sigh of relief and sank back in his chair, looking
exhausted.  There was a slight smile on his face though.

"Jeeze!" Steve said.  "I'm glad that's settled!"

"Amen!" Phyllis said.

"Oh how I hate to think of having to pack all this stuff up!" Gran said,
looking around the kitchen despairingly.

Mark chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Me and Aaron'll help!"

"And after you decide what you're bringing with you, we'll have movers
pack it up.  Anything you're not bringing, we'll put in a big 'moving
sale'!" Steve said.

Aaron, who was smiling again finally, said, "So when do we go house
hunting?"

"Right after we finish picking up these dishes!" Phyllis said, smiling at
him.

"Let's do it then!" he said, grinning.

              *                       *                          *

Fifteen minutes later, Mark and Aaron were in their room, getting ready
to go looking at houses.

"Mark?" Aaron asked quietly.

"Yeah?" Mark asked.

"You weren't really going to move back to California were you?" Aaron
asked.

Mark, who'd been combing his hair in the mirror over their dresser
glanced at Aaron's reflection.  Aaron was looking at him somberly.  Mark
gave his hair a last stroke of the comb, set it down and turned to face
Aaron.

"Well," he said, looking at the boy, who he could tell was still upset by
their earlier breakfast conversation.  "I hadn't given that a thought,
til Gran mentioned giving our parents some privacy, and it occurred to me
that maybe she was right.  Maybe my dad and your mom would prefer if we
weren't all crowded together in the same-"

"That's NOT true!" Aaron cried, interrupting.

Mark smiled, and said, "I kinda got that impression as the conversation
went on."

"Please tell me you're not considering leaving yet!" Aaron said, clearly
worried Mark might still be thinking about moving out.

"You know," he said, smiling at Aaron.  "The day'll come sooner or later
when I do leave!"

"Well, why can't it be later?" Aaron whined, looking even more worried.

"Relax!  I'm not going anywhere right away," Mark said.

Aaron heaved a sigh of relief, and a slight smile crossed his lips.

"You have to remember too - I'm only here with you guys until my mom gets
back from Iraq!" Mark said.

"Well I hope she never comes home then!" Aaron declared, stubbornly.

Mark felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach.  He realized that Aaron
didn't mean what he'd said in a bad way, but all Mark could think of was
his constant worry that his mother might be killed in the war.  As he
thought of this, his eyes stung with salty tears.

Aaron who thought he'd said something nice to Mark, realized he hadn't
when he saw the expression on Mark's face.  Suddenly it dawned on him how
what he'd said must've sounded to Mark.

"OH MY GOD!  I didn't mean it that way Mark!  I'm sorry!  I don't want
her to not come back!  I ... all I meant was I don't ever want you to
leave us!" Aaron crie, sorrowfully.

Mark sniffed and swallowed, then smiled as best he could and said, "I
know Aaron, I understand what you meant."

"I always put my foot in my mouth!" Aaron groused, looking down at the
floor.

"C'm'ere," Mark said, reaching for Aaron and grabbing his shoulder.

Aaron looked up surprised to see Mark smiling at him, and pulling him
toward him.

Mark tugged on Aaron's shoulder and pulled him up to him, then he wrapped
his arms around Aaron and hugged him.

"Don't beat yourself up over it!  I know what you meant," Mark said,
keeping Aaron in his embrace.  "And don't worry about me leaving.  My
mom's gonna be gone longer than I thought, I think.  And I'm not going
anywhere at least til then, I guess.  So, I'll be around to bug you for
quite a while it looks like!  And Aar - whether I'm here with you or not,
we'll always be brothers man!"

He squeezed Aaron and held him tightly for a moment then.

When he relaxed, Aaron looked up at him.  He was surprised by how
intimate Mark was being.  He loved Mark's hug though.  Suddenly, all he
felt happiness washing through him!

As he looked up at Mark, and saw the smile on his face, he suddenly felt
a little overwhelmed.

"I love you Mark," he said, as the inside of his nose tingled, and his
eyes burned.

Mark's smile broadened and he said, "I love you too Aar!"

Mark pulled Aaron back into another sustained, bear hug.  As he held him,
he buried his lips in Aaron's hair, and gently kissed the top of his
head, causing Aaron's heart to leap, and his penis suddenly begin to fill
with blood.

After several seconds, Mark relaxed and released Aaron from his embrace.
Grinning stupidly he said, "OK, enough!  We both get how we feel about
one another!"

They grinned at each other for a couple seconds.  Then Mark winked at
Aaron and said, "C'mon!  Let's get moving before they're hollering for
us!"

His heart brimming with joy, Aaron, who couldn't stop grinning, reached
for his comb and began combing his hair.

A moment later, Aaron looked confused as he set the comb down.

He looked at Mark, who was putting on his sneakers, and said "What'd you
mean your mother might not be coming home so soon?"

"She called a couple days ago, and said she needed my help making a
decision," Mark said, without looking up.  "She could stay in Iraq, and
come home the beginning of next summer like she was supposed to, or she
could take a promotion and sign on for two more years, starting now -
only she'd be stationed in Germany at the big army base hospital there
instead.  As much as I want to see her come home, I want her to be safe
too, so I told her there wasn't a decision to be made - she had to take
the promotion and go to Germany, so... now it'll be two more years before
she comes home."

Aaron didn't know what to say, and just watched Mark for a few seconds.

"How come you didn't tell us this before?" he finally asked.

"I told Dad that night," Mark said, as he finished tying his sneaker and
sat up.  "He was happy I'd be staying with you guys longer."

"Well," Aaron said, soberly, "I am too... but I'm sorry you won't get to
see your mom for longer now."

As Mark smiled weakly at him, he quickly added, "and at least you know
she's a lot safer in Germany!"

"Yeah," Mark said, smiling.  "That's the only reason for my decision."

"So she's really doing it then?" Aaron asked.

"Yup," Mark said.

"When's she moving to Germany?" Aaron asked.

"End of next week supposedly!" Mark said.

"BOYS!" Phyllis's voice called up the stairs.  "Are you almost ready?"

"COMING!" Mark called.  He turned to Aaron and grinned, "C'mon!  Let's go
find a new house!"

Aaron smiled then and followed Mark as he headed down the stairs.

                  *                    *                     *

They all took off then together and drove over to the area Kyle lived
in.  Aaron showed them the house where Kyle lived, hoping to catch Kyle
outside, but it appeared that nobody was home.  As they drove around,
they saw a few houses with "For Sale" signs in front of them.  A couple
they knew right away they weren't interested in.  A couple they liked,
and took down the address of, and the realtor's phone number.  And a
couple were even having open houses, which they stopped at!  Neither
turned out to be anything they liked enough.  One was only a 3 bedroom,
and one needed a lot of work on it.

At the end of the day though, as they drove down a street a few blocks
east of Kyle's house, Aaron spotted a "For Sale" sign on a nice, rather
large looking, brown stone, that was situated on a corner, with a garage
at the back of the lot, facing the side street.

"And they're having an open house too!" Mark commented, seeing a sign.

"Well, let's have a look," Steve said, pulling up to the curb.

"I've always liked brown stones!  And look at the flower boxes!" Gran
said, smiling.

"I bet it's more than we want to spend," Phyllis said softly, noticing
the meticulous flower boxes and urns on the front steps.

"Oh My GOD!  Aaron!  C'm'ere!" Mark called, as he peered over the fence
into the back yard.  "There's a tree house!"

"WHAT?" Aaron cried, grinning and running over.

"This is an awfully large yard for Brooklyn!" Phyllis said.

"Well, let's go check it out anyway!" Steve said.

"Oh!" The realtor said, as they walked up the front steps.  "I thought
nobody else was coming."

"May we see the house yet?" Steven asked.

"Please?" Aaron begged.  "Can we see the tree house too?"

"Sure!" The realtor said, smiling.  "How about you look at the main house
first though?"

"Oh, alright," Aaron said, resignedly.

The realtor led them on a tour of the house, which included on the first
floor, a large living room with a fireplace, a good size dining room, a
large kitchen, and a half bathroom.  There was also a side hallway, with
stairs leading up to the second and third floors, and a door down to the
basement.

The basement was utilitarian, but clean and neat.  There was storage
space, and a laundry/utility room.

The second floor had two large bedrooms and a bathroom, as did the third
floor.  There was a small walk up attic above the third floor.

When they walked out the back door, they found themselves in an enclosed
porch, which had both windows, and screening.  There were steps down into
an English style garden, with a small sitting area that had a table
chairs, and a gas grill.

"We gotta get one of those!" Mark said, grinning and pointing at a
portable fire pit!  "It'd be great for marshmallows!"

"And S'Mores!" Aaron piped up, grinning.

"Can we look at the tree house now?" Aaron asked, hopefully.

"Go ahead," the realtor said.  "But be careful!"

"We will!" Aaron cried.  "C'mon Mark!"

While the adults talked about the financial end of things, the two headed
for a large tree back behind the garage, with a tree house in it, and a
rope ladder hanging from it, and climbed up.

"How cool is this?" Aaron cried, grinning, as he hauled himself into the
tree house!  "We gotta buy this place!"

"It is nice!" Mark agreed, grinning too.

The tree house was small, but large enough for about four people to lay
down in.  In one corner there was a crate with some things in it.  Mark
poked through the stuff, and in the bottom found a "Penthouse" Magazine.

Grinning, he held it up for Aaron to see!  Aaron grinned too.

"Come on boys!" Steven called.

A minute later, they'd climbed back down out of the tree house and
rejoined the others.

"This place is SO COOL!" Aaron cried, grinning.  "Let's buy it!"

Phyllis looked at him sadly and said, "I know you like it sweetheart.  We
do too, but... I think it's a little more than we can afford!"

"OHHHhhhh!" Aaron moaned.

Mark frowned too.

Steve and Phyllis looked at one another sadly.

"May I speak with you two for a moment," Gran said, sidling up to Steve
and Phyllis.

Phyllis looked at her mother, surprised, and said, "sure, are you OK?"

"Yes, yes... just... come over here for a moment," she said, smiling and
tugging on their sleeves.

The realtor smiled a knowing smile then, as Mark and Aaron watched the
three having an animated, albeit, low volume, conversation a few yards
away.

After a few minutes, they heard Steve say a little louder, "Are you
absolutely sure?"

Gran grinned and nodded.

Steve looked at Phyllis, who was looking at Steve hopefully.

When Steve gave Gran a hug, then smiled at Phyllis, she beamed.

The three rejoined the realtor and the boys, who were talking about the
school district.  Aaron had wondered if it was the same school he was in,
and it was.

"Fellas," Steve said.  "Do you like this place enough to want to live
here?"

"YES!" They both cried, surprised.

"Are we going to buy it?" Aaron asked, looking hopefully at him.

"Well... we've had a little talk with Gran, and she'd like to help us buy
our new house, so... if it's good with you two, we'll put in an offer and
see if it gets accepted," Steve said.

"YES!" Aaron cried, grinning.

He looked quickly at Mark, who was grinning too, and said, "Say 'Yes'
already!"

Chuckling, Mark nodded and said, "I think it's a great place.  Go for
it!"

"In that case," Steve said, grinning at the realtor, "May we make an
offer?"

"Certainly!" She said, smiling.  "Lets go inside and fill out some
papers!"

Steve, Phyllis, and the realtor went inside then, leaving Gran and the
boys to explore the yard more fully.  About a half hour later, they
emerged, as the boys and Gran were sitting on the patio, planning their
first cookout.

"Did we get it?" Aaron cried.

"Not so fast," Phyllis said.  "We've put in an offer.  Now the realtor
has to talk to the owners, and if they accept it, then we'll have a
contract!"

"How long will that take?" Aaron asked, impatiently.

The realtor laughed and said, "I should have an answer for you within a
few hours!"

"That's great!  Thank you so much!" Steve said.

"Yes, thank you!" Phyllis said.

"No, thank you!" The realtor said, smiling.  "I'll be in touch later this
evening."

"OK, I guess we should go home then and wait," Steve said.

"Do we have time to pick up those steaks you mentioned?" Gran asked.

"Sure!" Steve said.  He looked at the realtor and said, "We'll be back
home in about a half hour!"

"That'll be fine," she said, smiling.

They left then.  On the way home, they passed the grocery store, and
Phyllis ran in and picked up some steaks, while Steve dashed into the
liquor store next door and grabbed a bottle of champagne.

"Just in case!" he said, grinning, as he jumped back in the car.

They hadn't been home more than forty-five minutes when the door bell
rang.  Aaron raced to answer it.

"IT'S HER!" he hollered.  "And she's smiling!"

The realtor was indeed smiling.  As soon as everyone congregated in the
hallway by the door, she grinned and held out a packet of papers.

"Congratulations!  You got it!" she said.

There was quite the commotion for the next minute or so, as everyone
shouted and hollered, and Steve and Phyllis shared an ecstatic kiss.

When the pandemonium died down, Steve and Phyllis and the realtor went
over some paperwork, and Aaron called Kyle with the good news.  Kyle was
thrilled, and the two immediately began planning a sleep-over in the tree
house!

After the realtor left, the family shared a celebratory dinner with
grilled steaks, shrimp, and all the trimmings, as well as the bottle of
champagne Steve had bought.

Afterward, they all toasted some marshmallows together.  Through it all,
they all chattered happily away about their new house.

Around 10:00, Gran got up and announced she was going to bed.

"Tomorrow," she said. "We better start packing!"

Everyone chuckled and grinned...

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