Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 19:00:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron Gets His Wish - Chapter 2
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 Two
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A week after his mother received her orders, Mark miserably flew to New
York, with as many of his belongings crammed into two large suitcases and
a carry-on bag as would fit. Under his arm, he carried his skateboard.
He'd had to leave his surfboard behind.
Steve met Mark at the airport and they took a train back into the city.
When they walked into his apartment, it was a wreck. Everything was all
over the place, and there were boxes everywhere.
"It looks like a hurricane hit here. Packing already?" Mark asked.
"Well, yeah. My lease is up at the end of this week, and since we're
planning on buying a house, I won't be re-signing, so we have to move
out. We're going to move in temporarily with Phyllis, her mother, and
Aaron, until we find a new, bigger, house. I'm sorry. It'll be rather
cramped for a while, but when we get the new house you'll have your own
room again," Steve said.
Mark froze when Steve said the last sentence, and Steve cringed,
realizing what he'd just said. He'd meant to break the news gently to
Mark that he'd have to share a room with Aaron for a short time.
"WAIT A MINUTE!" Mark cried incredulously, when he was able to speak
again. "Are you telling me I have to share a room with her kid?"
Steve smiled nervously at Mark and said, "I'm sorry Mark. I know you
don't like it. But, it'll only be for a short time, and Aaron is a
really nice boy. I know you'll get along just fine together. And, Mark,
you have to remember that I hadn't been planning on you coming to visit,
except for the wedding, until we had our new house, much less having you
come live with us. Don't get me wrong, I'm delighted you're going to
live with us. So is Phyllis, and even Aaron's excited about meeting
you. The thing is, we didn't expect it, or we would have gotten our new
house sooner. For now, we'll all just have to make due for a while.
It'll all work out though. You'll see."
"Great!" Mark fumed, looking at his father.
"Is there more you haven't told me?" Mark asked, suddenly realizing Steve
was still looking rather nervous.
"Um, well, one more thing," Steve said, not wanting to say what he had to
say next.
"What?" Mark snapped.
"Well, Aaron has a rather small room. He has a full-size bed. We've
measured, and there isn't room for two twin beds. Also, the roof
slants. So we can't put up bunk beds," Steve said.
"You're NOT telling me I have to share his bed too! Are you?" Mark said,
staring incredulously at Steve.
"Uhh... yeah." Steve said. "I'm sorry. I'd offer you the couch, but the
house is small and there are only a chair and a couple of love seats in
the living room."
Mark just stared at his father in shock.
"Look at it this way," Steve said. "You'll get to know each other
quicker this way!"
Mark glared at his father, then turned on his heel and walked out onto
the balcony, seething.
* * *
Mark didn't get to meet Phyllis and Aaron until a couple days later, the
day he and Steve moved in with them and Phyllis's mother.
The house was an old narrow three story house in Brooklyn. It took up
almost the entire property. There was no front lawn, just a postage
stamp size garden, where the front lawn should've been. In back there
was a patio, that was choked with weeds coming up between the patio
blocks, and beyond that, another garden. There was NO grass anywhere.
Although there were windows on the sides of the house, hardly any light
came in them, as the houses were all built within about 6 or 7 feet of
each other. It was a dismal house, in a dismal neighborhood.
Phyllis seemed pleasant enough. She did her best to make Mark feel
welcome. So did her mother, who was a cute little old lady, who was
rather quiet and unassuming. She had an apron on. Steve had told Mark
that she spent most of her time in the kitchen, cooking and baking. Mark
guessed his father had been correct. Aaron was nowhere to be seen.
Phyllis hollered upstairs for him to come down.
After a few minutes, a very nervous looking boy came down the stairs.
Aaron appeared to Mark, pretty much as his father had described him. The
two boys were both quiet, and stood looking each other up and down.
"Definitely a wuss!" Mark thought to himself.
"Great! He's a jerk, just like I thought," Aaron thought miserably.
"Christ!" Mark thought with surprise, as he looked down and noticed
Aaron's feet. "I wonder if his dick's really big too? Suppose I'll find
out sooner or later since we'll be sleeping together for a while."
Mark wondered then if Aaron was even developed enough yet to shoot cum.
Looking carefully at Aaron, he figured there was a 50-50 chance he might
be. He was pretty short, but Mark could see a faint haze of peach fuzz
above his lip, and his eyebrows were thick, giving him a bit of an older
appearance. Again, Mark figured he'd find out soon enough, one way or
another. He sure hoped the kid jacked off, so he didn't wake up in the
middle of the night to the kid humping him during a wet dream!
Shyly, Aaron looked away, whenever Mark looked at him. Mark noticed
though, that as carefully as he was looking Aaron over, when Aaron
thought Mark wasn't looking, Aaron was carefully looking him over too.
Mark also noticed that Aaron seemed to have a rather sad look in his eyes
all the time.
Mark really wasn't happy to be moving in with a bunch of strangers, but
realizing he had no choice, he did what he had to to help his father
carry all their boxes and bags in. His father had decided to bring only
what they needed. The rest of his stuff was put into storage until after
they moved to the new house, which so far nobody had even looked for!
Mark had brought his two suitcases, carry-on bag, and skateboard though,
in hopes that some miracle would occur and his mother would be discharged
and come home from Iraq, and he could fly home.
After everything was inside, Mark asked to be shown to where he was
staying. Phyllis told Aaron to show Mark up to their room. Aaron smiled
nervously and told Mark to follow him. He picked up Mark's carry-on bag
and skateboard then, and headed up to the third floor, with Mark trailing
behind him, carrying his two suitcases.
Aaron's room was a small, cramped, garret-style room under the eaves.
Mark could see why his father had said there was no way to put more than
a full-sized bed in the room, and that even separate twin beds, or bunk
beds just wouldn't fit. On top of being small, the room was pretty
stuffed full of things. Mostly toys, and Lego buildings Aaron must've
created. There were some books, and a few stuffed toys. On the desk sat
an old PC. There was a TV on a dresser next to the door, and on the
floor below it lay a dirty pair of white Fruit-of-the-Looms, and a dirty
pair of white tube socks. Aaron looked embarrassed when he realized Mark
had seen his dirty underwear.
"I made room in the dresser for you," Aaron said quickly, trying to
divert Mark's attention away from his briefs.
Mark didn't respond, but looked around the room, feeling sorry for
himself. He set his bags down and flopped down on the bed, staring at
the ceiling.
"Do you want help putting your stuff away?" Aaron asked, uncertain of
what to do.
"NO!" Mark snapped. "I'd just like to be alone for a while! OK?"
Aaron stood for a minute, looking around, trying to avoid Mark's gaze,
not knowing what to do.
"Would you go away for a while please?" Mark asked, looking at him.
With a wounded look, mixed with embarrassment and confusion clouding his
face, Aaron quietly said, "OK."
He walked out the door, and trudged back downstairs.
Mark felt a little bad. He realized the boy wasn't to blame for their
circumstances, and he also realized he'd probably hurt his feelings, but
he was feeling too sorry for himself at the moment to care. He got up
and shut the door. Then he glanced around the room at all the kid's
stuff. In disgust, Mark flopped back down on the bed on his stomach, and
tried to push all thoughts from his mind.
He must've done a good job of clearing his mind, because suddenly he was
being jolted away. His father was shaking his shoulder.
"You OK?" Steve asked.
"Uh... yeah. Wh-what time is it?" Mark asked.
"Supper time. You've been sleeping for a while now," Steve said.
"Oh. OK. Just let me hit the head," Mark said. "Where is it anyway?"
"Downstairs, off the kitchen," Steve said.
Groggily Mark got up and followed his father downstairs to the first
floor, to the only bathroom in the house. Mark had to pee like a race
horse, but Phyllis was using the toilet, and he had to wait.
As soon as she came out, Mark dashed in, slammed the door shut behind
him, lifted the seat, ripped his dick out and began emptying his
bladder. After he'd peed what seemed like gallons, and stowed his dick
back in his pants, he washed his hands and splashed some water on his
face. Then he used a hair brush he recognized as his father's and
brushed his hair.
When he walked out of the bathroom, everyone was already seated at the
kitchen table, which was just outside the bathroom door. They appeared
to be waiting for him.
"Um... sorry," Mark apologized, blushing a little as he realized everyone
must've heard him peeing.
"No need to to be," Phyllis said. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"uh, yeah. Thanks," Mark said.
Everyone began passing dishes of food around the table then. There was a
big plate of chicken, a bowl of mashed potatoes, another of stuffing, and
a third of corn. There was gravy, rolls, salad, and cranberry sauce. It
all smelled delicious too. There wasn't much conversation at first, as
everyone was busy eating. Eventually, the adults began conversing.
Aaron and Mark remained quiet though.
"Aaron, you're awfully quiet this evening," his grandmother said at one
point.
"I'm OK," he said, blushing.
Mark looked at him. He looked down at his plate and blushed even deeper.
Phyllis asked Mark then what he thought about coming to live on the east
coast with them.
Mark looked at Phyllis a little incredulously. Then, he saw his father
giving him a pointed look.
As diplomatically as he could, he said, "I've really only just gotten
here, so I'll have to wait and see before I answer that. I do miss my
friends though."
"Well, hopefully, you'll make some new friends here," she said, smiling
slightly.
"Hopefully," Mark replied.
"Maybe Aaron can introduce you to some of his friends," She said then.
Aaron turned to his mother with a look of despair on his face, looking
like he wanted to slide right under the table.
"Aaron?" Phyllis said. "Don't you want to do that?"
Poor Aaron was beside himself.
"Mom," he practically whined. Then in an undertone he said, "I doubt
Mark wants to hang around with kids my age."
"Nonsense!" Phyllis said. "I saw that he has a skateboard. Maybe you
can take him and go skateboarding with your friends."
"MOM!" Aaron said, nearly turning purple. "...Y-you know I suck at
skateboarding."
Mark couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard that. As Aaron sat
wallowing in embarrassment, Mark noticed his father giving him another
pointed look.
Clearing his throat, Mark said quietly, "I doubt you suck. You probably
just need a few pointers, and a lot of practice."
Aaron looked at Mark, still embarrassed, and surprised that Mark had said
something kind to him. He didn't know what to say.
"Mark loves skating, and he's really good. I know he won't mind helping
you out Aaron," Steve said, shooting Mark another look.
"Sure," Mark said.
"Th-thanks," Aaron said, softly, looking at Mark uncertainly.
Mark gave him a half smile, then they both looked back down at their
food. Conversation turned to the upcoming nuptials then.
After dessert, of cherry pie, Mark watched as everyone worked together to
clear the table, so he picked up his plate, utensils, and glass and
carried them to the sink too.
Phyllis said, "Thank you Mark. Your father and I will take care of the
dishes tonight. Why don't you boys go up to your room, and you can get
to know each other a little, while Mark unpacks."
Aaron glanced nervously at Mark, then headed for the stairs.
"Great! Last thing I really want to do," Mark thought to himself.
As Mark turned to go, his father grabbed him by the shoulder and
whispered in his ear, "I know you're unhappy with the situation, but
please at least try and make the best of it. And don't take it out on
the boy. It's not his fault. And he's really a nice kid! Give him a
chance!"
Mark looked at his father, and didn't say anything. Then, he gave a
defiant jerk of his shoulder, breaking his father's hold and headed for
the stairs, as his father looked worriedly after him.
* * *
When Mark walked into the room, Aaron was sitting at his desk, booting up
his PC.
"You got internet access on that thing?" Mark asked.
"Uh, yeah," Aaron said, looking at Mark, rather surprised that he was
talking to him.
"Dial-up or broad-band?" Mark asked.
"Dial up," Aaron said, sadly. "It sucks. But your father says we're
gonna get DSL at our new house!"
"Cool!" Mark said.
Mark watched as Aaron went into his e-mail account. Aaron blushed
profusely when Mark chuckled over his e-mail name - "legomaniac91".
"So you're really into Legos huh?" Mark asked.
Still blushing, Aaron nonchalantly said, "they're OK."
Mark glanced around the room, and looked back at Aaron in an accusing
way. Aaron blushed deeper red.
"It's OK to admit you like them," Mark said, smiling. "I used to too."
Aaron looked at Mark uncertainly, but didn't say anything.
As Aaron opened an e-mail, Mark started looking around at the things
Aaron had on his shelves. As Mark moved around the room, looking at Lego
buildings, Lego vehicles, and Lego monsters, occasionally interspersed
with a squirt gun, or a McDonald's toy, or some other kid thing, his eyes
suddenly fell on a picture of a boy who he realized was a much younger
Aaron, with a man. They were at the beach.
"Who's this?" Mark asked.
Glancing at Mark, Aaron said, "My Dad."
"Where is your Dad anyway? Nobody ever told me." Mark said.
"He died a few days after that picture was taken," Aaron said.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that Aaron. I didn't know. I thought they were
divorced or something." Mark said.
"It's OK. But thanks," Aaron said, as he started typing out a reply to
an e-mail.
A minute later, Mark was still staring at the photo of Aaron and his
father, when Aaron finished sending his e-mail. He turned and looked at
Mark.
"He was hit by a car when he tried to cross a street. Some drunk came
out of nowhere. He was killed instantly," Aaron said.
"I'm really sorry Aaron," Mark said quietly, carefully putting the
picture back.
"Thanks," Aaron said, a little surprised at Mark's sudden seeming
sincerity. "Hey, you never unpacked yet, did you?"
"Naw. I fell asleep," Mark said, looking down at his bags.
"Want help?" Aaron asked.
"No thanks. I can handle it," Mark said.
"Oh," Aaron said.
Mark looked at Aaron, who was looking uncertainly at him again.
"I just mean, there's not really enough that I need any help. So,
where'd you say I could stow my stuff?" Mark asked.
"Here," Aaron said, getting up and walking over to the dresser and
pointing at the top two drawers. "And, there's room in the closet too
for stuff you have to hang up."
He sat down on the bed then, as Mark opened his bags. Mark pulled his
boxers and socks out of his suitcase, and stuffed them in the top dresser
drawer.
"You wear boxers?" Aaron asked, curiously.
"Sure!" Mark said. Then, pointing to the dirty briefs still laying on
the floor, he smiled and added. "I see you wear tighty whities!"
Aaron blushed.
"Mom won't get me boxers," he said.
"Why not?" Mark asked.
"I don't know. I told her all the other boys wear them, but she wouldn't
get me any," he said, dejectedly.
"Well, maybe we can have Dad talk to her about it," Mark said. "And, if
that doesn't work, we can always buy you some ourselves!"
"Really?" Aaron said, surprised that Mark would take an interest in
helping his cause.
"Sure!" Mark said, smiling benevolently. "Can't have the guys laughing
at you in the lockerroom!"
Aaron smiled slightly, and blushed a little.
As Mark unpacked, his high school yearbooks fell out of a bag. Aaron
noticed them and picked one up.
"Can I look?" he asked, before he opened the cover.
Smiling Mark said, "Sure!"
Aaron flipped through the yearbook for a few minutes, while Mark hung his
clothes up.
"You sure have a lot of friends!" Aaron said, looking at all the
signatures from Mark's friends.
Mark smiled and said, "Well, they're all out on the coast now, and I'm
here!"
"Do you hate it that you're here?" Aaron asked.
"Well... I wouldn't say I hate it, but I sure wish I was home with all my
friends," Mark said. "Wouldn't you miss all your friends, if it was
reversed and you moved out to California?"
"I-I don't have that many friends really," Aaron said, blushing again.
"Hmm, I'd have thought you'd have a whole bunch of friends," Mark said,
encouragingly.
"Well, I don't," he said, sounding slightly annoyed.
Realizing he'd touched on a sensitive area, Mark concentrated on hanging
up his jackets and shirts then, while Aaron continued flipping through
his yearbooks.
When Mark turned around again, he was horrified to see Aaron sitting with
his mouth hanging open and bug-eyes, staring down into one of the porn
magazines Mark had brought with him from California. He'd forgotten they
were in with his yearbooks.
"Shit!" Mark said, causing Aaron to look up quickly.
"I-I'm sorry," Aaron said, looking scared.
Glancing down Mark noticed that Aaron had been looking at a picture of
two guys, both giving it to a girl at the same time, one in the cunt, the
other up the ass. It was one of Mark's favorite photos in the magazine,
because it showed so much of the guys' genitals, and you could see the
top guy's asshole too. Mark also noticed as he looked down, that Aaron's
crotch looked like it was bulging a bit.
"You weren't supposed to see those," Mark said, anxiously snatching the
magazine from him.
"Does your father know you have them?" Aaron asked, still in shock.
Mark looked beleagueredly at him, but didn't say anything.
"I won't tell anyone," Aaron said, quickly realizing Mark's father
mustn't know about them. "I swear!"
"Really?" Mark asked, cautiously.
"I promise!" Aaron said, sincerely. "Um... but, can I look at them
again?"
As Mark looked at Aaron, he saw a look of lust in his eyes. A knowing,
smile spread over Mark's face then, as Aaron blushed deeper red. Mark
remembered well, how at Aaron's age, he and Jon couldn't get enough
pornography to satisfy their curiosity. His soon-to-be little
step-brother appeared to have the same needs he did when he was his age.
Mark forced his smile to fade, and looked sternly at Aaron a moment, as
the boy looked up at him uncertainly. Aaron looked nervous again, but
then smiled appreciatively when Mark finally handed the magazine back to
him.
"You don't tell anyone about these! Not even your best friend! And, if
you have any questions about what you see, you ask me, nobody else.
Otherwise they may wonder what caused you to ask," Mark said.
"I won't let on to anyone! Thanks Mark!" Aaron said, still smiling.
While Mark went back to putting his clothes away, Aaron buried his nose
in the porn magazine. Mark smiled to himself, when, out of the corner of
his eye, he noticed Aaron's hand adjusting the bulge in his crotch every
so often. Sometimes, he wasn't just "adjusting" either. A couple times,
Mark saw Aaron giving his genitals a rub or a gentle squeeze as well.
At one point, just when Aaron was squeezing his crotch again, he looked
up and saw Mark looking right at him. He quickly ripped his hand from
his crotch, and looked mortified, as his face turned purple.
Grinning, Mark chuckled and said "Relax, it's normal to give yourself a
squeeze every so often when you're looking at things like that!"
Aaron hesitated, but realizing Mark was being sincere, he grinned, and
with a devilish smile on his face, and his eyes locked on Mark's, he
licked his lips and purposely gave himself an extra squeeze, before
returning to looking through more of the magazine. Mark chuckled as he
went back to his unpacking.
A few minutes later, when Mark had finished putting as much of his stuff
away as he wanted to, he noticed that Aaron was intently studying a
particular picture. Mark sat down next to him and looked at the picture
he was looking at. It was a closeup of a guy's erection, and scrotum.
Mark noticed Aaron looked a little confused. He also noticed he was
holding his crotch, his hand frozen, as he cupped his genitals, squeezing
them. For a moment, Mark pondered the possibility that Aaron might
possibly have some gay tendancies.
Finally, Mark said, "Got a question?"
Embarrassed a little again, Aaron quickly took his hand from his crotch
and looked up at Mark, then hesitantly, he pointed at the guy's ringmeat
and said, "Yeah, what's this thing around his dick?"
Mark looked down at Aaron and said "It's his ringmeat."
Aaron looked blanky at Mark.
"You know - the scar from his circumcision," Mark said.
"OH!" Aaron said, suddenly understanding. "I didn't know that."
"Aren't you circumcized?" Mark asked, suddenly wondering why Aaron
wouldn't have known what what a ringmeat was.
Blushing a little, Aaron said, "no."
"Oh! I see. So, that explains why you didn't know." Mark said. "And,
it's OK that you're not cut."
"Are you?" Aaron asked, suddenly, looking up at him.
"Yup," Mark said.
"Oh," was all Aaron said. Mark noticed Aaron's eyes dart to his crotch
then. He also noticed Aaron's crotch give a twitch.
"Any other questions?" Mark asked.
Aaron was quiet for a minute, but then said, "Do guys really get boners
that big when they're all grown up?"
Smiling, Mark said, "yeah, some do. But, some don't."
Mark could see that Aaron wanted to ask him something else, but that he
was hesitating. Mark figured Aaron wanted to ask how big his hardon got,
but he didn't ask, and Mark didn't encourage him to.
Aaron looked back at the magazine for a minute, then, without thinking,
his hand returned to his crotch and gave it a squeeze again. He blushed
profusely when he realized he'd blatantly done it for real right in front
of Mark.
"I told you, it's OK. I get horny looking at these magazines too! I
think we better put them away for now though," Mark said. "otherwise you
might cream your jeans!"
"Can that really happen?" Aaron asked, quickly.
"What?" Mark asked.
"Squirting in your pants," Aaron said, blushing slightly again.
"Well, yeah, if you get excited enough, or play with it enough," Mark
said, grinning. "Tell me something, do you shoot cum already?"
Aaron blushed a little deeper, but smiling, he nodded shly.
"Cool!" Mark said, still grinning. "How long you been able to do it?"
"Not long. Since around Easter," Aaron said, smiling a little more.
"Cool!" Mark said.
As Mark put the magazines away, he noticed that Aaron was paying close
attention to where he was putting them. He didn't say anything though.
"How about we go skate a while?" Mark said, changing the subject.
Aaron looked up at him, and said, "I really do suck Mark! You won't want
me along. You go by yourself. I'll just slow you down!"
"Nonsense! Come on! I'll see if I can figure out a few tips for you!"
Mark said.
Aaron looked hesitant, but Mark just kept looking at him, waiting, so he
quickly started digging around in his closet. A couple minutes later,
he produced a brandnew-looking skateboard, helmet, knee, hand, and elbow
pads. When he was ready, Mark grabbed his beat-up old board, and they
headed downstairs.
"See, you suck at skating, because you never practice!" Mark said, as
they descended the stairs. "If you practiced a lot, your board would be
a mess like mine!"
Aaron smiled nervously at Mark.
* * *
The three adults were sitting in the living room. They all looked up in
surprise as Mark and Aaron bounded down the stairs.
"We're goin' skatin'!" Mark called, and headed out the front door with
Aaron at his heels, as the adults all exchanged relieved smiles.
On the front porch Mark dropped his board, and rode it down the stairs,
Ollying to a stop on the sidewalk.
"Whoa!" Aaron said, staring at him with a shocked look on his face.
"Don't you try that yet!" Mark said, snickering.
"Don't worry, I won't!" Aaron said, as he sat down on the porch floor to
put on all his various padding.
"Don't you wear any safety gear?" he asked Mark, as he clipped his helmet
strap under his chin.
"Nope, but that doesn't mean you can go without it - so don't let me
catch you not wearing it! OK?" Mark said.
"OK," Aaron said, running down the steps with his board in his hand.
"Show me your stuff!" Mark said, when Aaron stopped in front of him.
"I really haven't done this much at all!" Aaron said, carefully setting
his board down and putting one foot on it. Then he carefully and slowly
pushed off with is other foot, and stood stiffly on the board as it
slowly rolled down the sidewalk.
Mark stared after him and thought to himself, "complete beginner!"
Aaron made it a few houses down the street before he tipped over off his
board.
"OK," Mark called. "Not terrible. Let's go hit the skateboard park. I
can hear it! It must be somewhere in the park across the street."
"Um, do we have to?" Aaron asked.
Mark looked at him, and said, "Is there a problem with going there?"
"N-no, not really," Aaron said. "It's just that some bad kids hang out
there sometimes."
"Oh. OK, um... well, let's go check it out before we decide. If it's
bad, we can leave. Otherwise, it's the best place for you to learn, and
me to skate!" Mark said.
Dubiously, Aaron followed Mark into the park across the street. Around
the back of a large clump of bushes and trees, Mark found the skate
park. There were a bunch of kids there, all skating together. Some were
good, and others were beginners.
Grinning, Mark dropped his board and flew out into the melee of skaters.
He rode the half-pipe for a minute, and did a few jumps, then, limbered
up, he skated back to where he'd left Aaron. As he approached Aaron, he
noticed three boys were standing around him in a semi-circle, and Aaron
didn't look very happy. In fact, he looked kind of scared. As Mark
skated past them, he heard a snippet of the conversation.
"So where's this cool brother of your's you're always telling us is gonna
kick our asses?" one of them sneered at him.
Mark, spun around and skated back to them. Aaron turn beet red.
"That'd be me! Someone need their ass kicked?" Mark said, skidding to a
stop directly in front of the kid who was picking on Aaron.
The kid looked stunned. The other boys' eyes suddenly looked a little
bigger.
"Is there a problem here?" Mark asked.
The kid stared at Mark for a minute, then, looked at Aaron, then back at
Mark.
"You're his brother?" he asked, pointing at Aaron.
"Yeah. You gotta problem with that?" Mark asked, aggressively.
"uh... no... it's just he's always said he had this big brother who was
gonna kick our asses, but you never showed up! We didn't believe him.
You don't look nothing like each other though," the kid said.
"Not that it's any of your business, but we're step-brothers. We're
close enough though that we just consider ourselves brothers!" Mark
said. "And if you pick on my brother again, or do anything to him, I
WILL kick your asses! Now get lost!"
The boys, who were all about 12, looked at Mark a moment, then picked up
their skateboards and took off.
Aaron looked relieved, but then suddenly tinged red again as he realized
Mark was peering closely at him.
"So just how long have I been your brother?" Mark asked.
Blushing deeper still, Aaron said, "Well, I kinda made you up a long time
ago, hoping they'd leave me alone if they thought I had a big brother who
was gonna hurt them. They're always here, and they always pick on me.
This is the first time they ever left!"
Chuckling, Mark said, "Guess I'm pretty threatening then!"
"Thanks! And thanks for not letting on that I lied to them!" Aaron said.
"Hey, what're brothers for?" Mark said, grinning.
Aaron smiled, but blushed a little again.
Mark dragged Aaron off to a quiet corner then, and taught him a few tips
for keeping his balance a little better. By the time they left the skate
park, about an hour later, Aaron was doing much better than he had been.
The bullies never came back, and Aaron and Mark had had a nice time
together. It was the best time Aaron ever remembered having at that
park.
Steve and Phyllis were sitting out on the front steps smiling, as they
watched their sons skateboarding together down the sidewalk toward the
house.
"Did you have fun?" Phyllis asked, as they jumped off their boards.
"It was great!" Aaron gushed. "There were these kids there who always
pick on me, but Mark chased them away. Then he taught me all kinds of
things to do on my skate board!"
Steve smiled warmly at his son and said, "Thanks Mark."
Mark just smiled, then headed into the house. Aaron picked up his
skateboard and ran inside behind him.
* * *
Around 10:30, Phyllis hollered upstairs to Aaron that he had to get ready
for bed. Aaron grumbled, but pulled what looked to Mark,like a pair of
pajamas out of his drawer and headed downstairs to the bathroom. A few
minutes later, he arrived back in their room, indeed wearing pajamas.
"What time do you have to go to bed?" he asked Mark.
Mark chuckled and said, "I don't have a set bed time, but I'm older than
you!"
Aaron had a look on his face that clearly indicated he didn't think that
was fair.
A few minutes later, around 11:00, Phyllis called upstairs that it was
time for bed.
Aaron grumbled and looked miserable.
"Come on now little boy, let's tuck you into beddy-by," Mark cooed
teasingly, grinning at him.
Aaron scowled at Mark, as Mark put a hand on Aaron's shoulder and steered
him toward the bed.
"Um, which side do you sleep on usually?" Mark asked suddenly.
"The right," Aaron said, resignedly.
"Good, cause I like the left, so that works," Mark said.
"Are you coming to bed?" Aaron asked.
"Later," Mark said. "I'm gonna go watch some TV downstairs for a while
first."
"It's not fair," Aaron said.
"I'm older than you, so it is fair!" Mark said, and he jabbed Aaron in
the ribs.
"Hey!" Aaron shrieked, and giggled.
"Ah! Ticklish are we?" Mark said, grinning evily.
"NO!" Aaron cried, suddenly looking terrified.
Grinning, Mark grabbed the boy and tossed him onto the bed, then leaped
on top of him and started tickling him in the belly, ribs, and armpits.
Peels of laughter and giggling resounded through the room, as Aaron
struggled underneath Mark, while Mark tickled him.
After a minute, Mark let up, so Aaron could catch his breath.
"S-Stop! Or-or I'll P-pee!" he gasped.
"Better just be your side of the bed that gets wet!" Mark laughed, as he
started in tickling Aaron again.
More laughter and giggling erupted. Mark stopped after a few seconds
though, realizing the boy could conceivably have an accident if he
didn't.
"Please - stop!" Aaron gasped, although he was still smiling slightly.
"What's going on up there?" Steve's voice called up the stairway.
"Just tucking our boy in," Mark responded.
"Well, don't be waking him up! It's time for him to wind down now!"
Steve called.
"Yes Daddy!" Mark hollered back, sarcastically. Then he turned back to
Aaron and grinned evily again.
"NO!" Aaron gasped, fearfully trying to pin his arms against his sides,
as Mark leered over him, as if he was going to tickle him again.
Mark grinned and said, "OK! Enough for tonight. Go to bed!"
Aaron relaxed and smiled then, as Mark climbed off him. Aaron got up off
the bed too, to pull the covers down. As Mark watched, he glanced down
and noticed that it looked as if Aaron's pajama bottoms were tenting a
little in the crotch. When Aaron sat down on the bed, before he pulled
his legs in and shoved them under the covers, the fly of his pajamas
opened a little and Mark suddenly had a clear view of Aaron's penis. It
was definitely hard, and not a bad size for a little guy like him, Mark
thought. Mark also caught a quick glimpse of a tuft of pubic hair at the
base of Aaron's dick, before Aaron laid down and pulled the covers up
over him.
Mark reached down and mussed Aaron's hair and said "It's been a pretty
good day after all I guess. See ya in the morning!"
Grinning up at Mark, Aaron said, "Good night Mark! I'll try not to snore
too loud!"
"Good! Otherwise I might have to smother you!" Mark said.
Mark headed downstairs then.
* * *
"So you two are hitting it off then?" Steve asked, as Mark plopped down
on one of the love seats to watch the news with him and Phyllis.
"Yeah," Mark said. "He's a good kid like you said. Needs a big brother
big time though!"
Steve and Phyllis smiled at each other.
* * *
When the news was over, Mark used the bathroom and got ready for bed. He
tiptoed up the stairs then, being careful not to make any noise, so he
didn't wake Aaron, who he expected was sleeping by then.
As Mark neared the top of the stairs, he realized there was a light on in
the bedroom though. Still moving quietly up the stairs, he peered into
the room. Mark was surprised at what he saw. Aaron was lying in bed.
The covers were pushed down, his pajama top was unbuttoned and open, and
his bottoms were shoved down to his ankles. He was lying completely
exposed. He had one of Mark's porn magazines in one hand, open, which he
was studying carefully. His other hand was wrapped around his hardon,
and was flying up and down. He must've been at it for a while before
Mark arrived, because it appeared he was getting close to having an
orgasm.
Mark froze. He stood barely breathing, and watched as Aaron beat off at
a violent pace, breathing heavier and heavier all the time.
Suddenly, Aaron gasped and a streak of semen shot out the tip of his
penis, and landed on his belly.
"Mmmmmmm!!!" he moaned a moment later, as a second glob shot out of him.
Aaron continued whacking off, tensing up and grunting quietly a few more
times, until he'd shot all the cum he had to shoot. Finally, he stopped,
and lowered the magazine. It was then, he saw Mark standing in the
doorway watching him.
Aaron froze and the two boys stared at one another. After a moment, Mark
realized Aaron had tears welling in his eyes.
"Hey! It's alright," Mark said. "You weren't doing anything wrong! And
I'm sorry I happened to walk in on you."
Aaron didn't say anything, he just laid there looking at Mark, with his
dick still in his hand, as his face turned even redder.
Mark walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Realizing Aaron
was completely mortified, he went and sat down on his side of the bed,
facing away from him. As he did so, he noticed the boy had shot a few
good-sized streaks and globs of cum, and the last bit of it was trickling
down over his knuckles.
"Till we get into the new house, you and I aren't gonna get much privacy
I guess," Mark said, looking down at the floor. "How about if either of
us wants privacy in the bedroom, we shut the door. If the door's shut,
we have to knock and wait to be told to come in. Sound OK?"
Aaron was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, he said, "I guess."
"I'm serious. You weren't doing anything wrong," Mark said. "All guys
jack off. Me too. Just our timing was bad. That, and you probably
should've asked if you could look at my magazines when I wasn't around.
I could've gotten into big trouble if your mother or my father had come
up the stairs and found you with them."
"I-I'm sorry," Aaron said. "They don't come up here much tough."
"It's OK. You didn't realize. From now on though, ask before you use
them, OK?" Mark said.
"OK," Aaron said.
Mark heard Aaron ripping several Kleenexes out of the tissue box next to
him, then the sounds of him wiping his cum off his belly.
"By the way," Mark said. "Nice load you shot there!"
"What?" Aaron asked.
"You squirted a nice amount of jism," Mark said.
"Thanks," Aaron said, as he pulled up the covers over him. "Um... I'm
done. You can look now. And... Thanks for looking away."
Mark turned around and looked at Aaron, who was still blushing profusely.
"I told you, you don't have to be embarrassed. You do it good!" Mark
said, grinning. "Now go to sleep! I'm gonna check my e-mails, then I'm
coming to bed too."
Mark pulled his laptop out of it's bag then, and sat it on the desk next
to Aaron's PC. He plugged it in, and took the phone cable out of Aaron's
PC and plugged it into his laptop.
"Nice system," Aaron said, quietly, after Mark booted the laptop up.
"Thanks! Now go to sleep," Mark said, turning off the light.
"Night," Aaron said.
"G'night," Mark replied.
Mark settled down to read and reply to several e-mails he'd received
then. A few minutes later, Aaron's slow, steady breathing told him the
boy must've fallen asleep.
* * *
As Mark was about to respond to an e-mail from Jon, Jon suddenly IM'ed
him.
"How's it going?" Jon typed.
"OK, I guess," Mark answered.
"You move in with the step family?" Jon asked.
"Yeah," Mark replied.
"How are they?" Jon asked.
"OK, I guess," Mark replied.
"What's the kid like?" Jon asked.
Smiling to himself, Mark typed in "I get the impression he's been
overprotected all his life. He's a nervous twit, and a bit of a wuss. I
don't think he'd normally be like this though. He seems like a nice
kid. I have my work cut out for me though if I want to help him become
'cool' like us! LOL You'll appreciate this though, for a short,
scrawney 12 year old, he's got a big dick, and he knows how to enjoy it.
The kid's horny as hell - just like us!"
"What do you mean 'he knows how to enjoy it'?" Jon asked.
Mark told him then about how he'd just walked in on him jerking off.
"ROTFLMAO - I love it! And he's got a big dick?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, must be 5 inches or bigger, and he's just 12!" Mark said.
"Cool! Hope you get to see more of it! Guess what? You're not the only
one who got to see a show!" Jon said.
"What d'ya mean?" Mark asked.
"LOL - well you know my older brother Luke, do you remember his friend
Kenny? They were in school together." Jon asked.
"Yeah," Mark said.
"Well, Luke's home from school for the summer and he invited Kenny to
come visit. He's here now. Well, you wouldn't believe what I saw the
two of them doing earlier today!" Jon said.
"WHAT???" Mark asked, feeling his dick stiffening, as his imagination
began racing. Both Luke and his friend Kenny were really Hot, and Mark
had always wondered if the two of them had something going on.
"Well... when I got up this morning, I had to pee real bad. I knew Luke
was in the shower. I didn't think I'd make it downstairs, so I just
opened the door and went in. Immediately I heard slapping sounds like
Luke was jacking off. I didn't have time to worry about that though. I
had to pee. Just as I was about to lift the toilet seat, I heard Kenny's
voice coming from the shower. He said, 'I'm gonna cum Luke!' I couldn't
believe it. Then Luke's voice said 'Me too!' I couldn't help it, I
peeked around the edge of the shower curtain. You wouldn't've believed
it!!! Kenny was leaning up against the wall under the shower. His legs
were spread apart as far as possible and Luke was standing between them
giving it to Kenny up the ass!!! His butt was flying back and forth a
mile a minute, and both of them were moaning. Suddenly Kenny says
'FUCCCKKK!' and I see this huge string o' cum shoot out the end of his
dick. It splattered all over the tile wall, and started dribbling down
it. Then Luke groaned and he stopped for a second, before he started up
again. Obviously he was shootin' his load up Kenny's ass! The two of
them kept on moaning and groaning while they were cumming. Kenny
squirted against the wall a few more times. The wall was coated with
it! I was so fucking boned up from watching, I didn't have to pee
anymore. Soon as they were done, I snuck out and ran back to my room. A
couple minutes later I was spraying myself with jizz too! It was fuckin'
awesome! Who'd have thought Lukey was gay???" Jon said.
Mark's dick was stiff as a board before he was even half way through
reading what Jon had typed, and his hand was busy massaging it through
his jeans.
"Son of a bitch! I wish I'd seen that!" Mark typed in.
"It was freaking weird watching my brother doing that, but SO HOT! :-) "
Jon replied.
"I bet. I'm hard just reading what you wrote!" Mark said.
"Me too! LOL... so... ya wanta cyber? ~waggles eyebrows~" Jon asked.
Mark most certainly did want to. He knew he had to get off or he'd never
get to sleep. He glanced over at Aaron. Aaron was lying on his side,
breathing slowly and deeply. His eyes were closed.
"Good, he's asleep!" Mark thought, grinning to himself.
"Sure!" he typed in, then he started unbuckling his belt...
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